CHAPTER TWO
Paolo
After I arrived at Cayenne, I went to the bar to get a glass of whiskey.
There was a strict two drink limit, but I was one of the lucky few to get to bypass this rule due to my relationship with the Salazar family.
Plus, they knew I could handle my liquor and wasn’t an asshole who would get drunk and treat women like crap.
And half the time I was on call anyway. Or a quarter of the time, at least. Because of my standing at the hospital, I rarely had to answer ER trauma calls. So, when I could indulge, I did.
I sat on a stool at the bar and drank a couple of glasses of whiskey while I thought over things with my father.
I had known for a while now that I needed to do something different in my personal life, and it wasn’t just because of him.
I’d heard rumblings from hospital administration that it didn’t reflect well on the hospital for me to be reported on as ‘billionaire playboy surgeon’ Paolo Lanetti because I went home with different women from each society function I attended.
I was too old to be doing that shit. I had an idea forming in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t fully fleshed out yet.
But if it went where I was thinking it might go, it just might be brilliant.
I’d just have to convince Nico and Carmen Salazar.
The bartender, who was hot as fuck, leaned over. “Did you need a refill, Mr. Lanetti?”
I smiled and shook my head. I knew it was her way of letting me know she knew who I was, and that I didn’t have to worry about the drink limit. “Thanks, Nora. I’m fine right now, though.”
I tried not to focus on her large tits as she smiled and got back to work.
There was something about Nora that made me feel almost bad for checking her out.
She was so nice and so professional. She wasn’t like some of the other bartenders who let me know in not-so-subtle ways that if I wanted to fuck them, I could.
That was even though Nico had a ‘don’t fuck the bartenders’ rule.
But he’d never have to worry about that with Nora. She was classier than that. So, I was careful when I checked her out. I didn’t want her to catch me looking at her double Ds and lusting after her perfect, heart-shaped ass.
Yep. I needed to get laid. This was getting ridiculous.
“Hey man,” an arm went around my shoulder as I stood up. I glanced to the side to realize it was Byron.
I grinned at him and gave him a bro hug.
“Hey. What are you doing down here?” I usually only saw Byron at Saffron, the health club where we all worked out.
Sometimes he’d go to Sugar to watch the strippers since he’d broken up with his long-time girlfriend, but he almost never came to Cayenne.
Byron wasn’t one to fuck around. Of all my friends, he was the only one I really considered a one-woman guy.
He was a better man than the rest of us.
He looked a little embarrassed and pulled at his collar. “Uh, Carmen is going to be in one of the display rooms later.”
I just clapped him on the back and didn’t say another word.
I wouldn’t embarrass my friend for anything, and I knew he had a thing for Carmen.
I was pretty sure they’d fucked around some, but I wasn’t sure of the extent of it.
I also knew he sometimes got a drink and watched her get fucked when she was in a display room where people could stand outside and watch the sexual activity going on inside. It was like a live porno.
I’d watched her once, because I’d heard it got pretty hot, but I coudn’t handle it.
It was too weird. I didn’t exactly think of Carmen as a sister, more like a cousin, but it was fucking weird watching her take a man in the cunt and one in her ass, all while sucking off another one. And she could go for hours, apparently.
She had groupies, though, and Byron was one of them.
The rest of the Salazars requested a heads up when she planned on using ‘her’ room in Cayenne so they could steer clear.
Nico had told me before that he’d prefer to think of Carmen as a virgin nun, even though he knew that was super far from the truth.
He’d also said that he and his brothers might be tempted to fuck up any guy they saw that had been with her.
They preferred not to know.
Still, I was almost sure that they all knew Byron watched her. They just chose to look the other way since he was like a brother—to everyone except Carmen, of course.
“Where have you been?” Byron asked.
I couldn’t help but feel a little inferior next to Byron.
I was tall, broad shouldered, ripped from working out a lot, and considered very handsome.
But Byron? He was next level. He was a cut, tall, Black guy who looked like he should be starring in an action film.
His suits were always perfect, his shirts crisp and wrinkle-free at all times, his grooming immaculate.
Women threw themselves at him. And he just walked on by.
Oh, he’d smile at them, because underneath his badass exterior he was very caring and kind-hearted, but he always turned them down.
On top of those good looks and the intense vibe he threw off, he was incredibly wealthy.
His family owned a private security firm that operated on the entire East Coast. He was in West Bay to provide protection to Reynolds Taylor, one of our other good friends, who was the mayor of our town.
Anyway, my point is that when I’m standing in a sex club hoping to attract an incredibly hot woman, standing next to Byron can be a little…
disheartening. If we weren’t such good friends, I would probably run the other way when I saw him, just so I wouldn’t be compared to him and found lacking in some way.
“I had back to back conferences and did a surgical stint at a children’s hospital in Chicago. This is one of the first nights I’ve been back in town.”
Byron nodded with a knowing smile. “Good to see you. I’m going to head down the hall,” he said, which was his way of letting me know he was heading out to watch Carmen get railed by who knows how many guys.
I told him I’d see him later and then turned around to survey the room.
I watched the show for a little while. There was always a couple or two going at it onstage for all to see.
I watched as a man pounded into a very curvy woman who was on all fours while she sucked off a different guy.
When she came, she pulled off the guy’s dick and screamed her pleasure for all to hear.
The man who was getting sucked off wasn’t pleased.
He grabbed her by the head and began fucking her mouth while she was still coming.
He groaned at how good her cries felt on his cock.
The guy behind her finished up with a smirk, slapped her ass and turned to fuck a different woman who’d been waiting on him.
It was too much for me. I was hard as a rock and needed relief. I kept thinking about Valeria’s tits and the way her hand had felt on my dick. I needed to find someone to fuck soon. I didn’t want to be having sexual thoughts about my dad’s fucking mistress.
There were all types of women at Cayenne.
They were members, so they were typically professionals in the community, like doctors, lawyers, and businesswomen, which was how they could afford it.
Or socialites. But there was so much to choose from—tall, short, curvy, slight, different races, all hair colors, all eye colors—it was like a smorgasbord of sexual options.
I’d slept with all kinds of women, but my type tended to be similar to Valeria and Nora the bartender.
I liked big, full tits, a slender waist, a nice ass, and wide hips I could hold onto while fucking her from behind.
I liked hair and eye color of all varieties, but, if I was being honest, Nora’s combination of long, dark hair and big blue eyes really fucking did it for me.
Looking around, I wasn’t seeing anyone exactly like that, so I ignored hair and eye color. I just stared at body types.
“Hey handsome.”
I turned to see a hot blonde with a great rack and a full ass smiling up at me.
Bingo.
“Hey,” I grinned. “Would you like to come to a room with me?” I barely looked at her face.
She giggled and her tits shook in her sequined halter top. I watched and licked my lips. God. How long had it been since I’d fucked someone? It was for sure over a month. Probably more like six weeks to two months. Whatever it was was too damn long.
“Sure.” She reached for my hand, and we walked down the wide hall off the huge central room. There were rooms on each side of the hall, most with large observation windows that could be darkened if participants were feeling shy or weren’t into being watched.
I knew my friend Reynolds had always used a room without a window because he didn’t want any of his constituents watching him fuck. He was mayor, after all. Though from what I’d heard and seen he was about to settle down with a woman he’d fallen head over heels for.
I ushered the blonde in to the first empty room we came to. I wanted to ask her if she had any friends she wanted to join us, but I didn’t want to upset her if she wasn’t into that. Instead, I pulled her along behind me. I sat on the couch and faced her.
“What are you into, honey?”
She giggled. “I like your accent.”
I grinned at her. I knew I still had a slight Italian accent. It would probably never go away, and that was fine with me. Women loved it. “I like to be in charge. You okay with that?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“I can get a little rough.”
She hummed. “That’s good.” She turned to face the window. “I like people watching us.”
That was a good thing since there were already a few people standing around outside our window.