CHAPTER NINE #2
“Okay, then,” I tapped Daniela’s shoulder. “I’m good.”
“Mmm. Don’t you want to fuck me?” She fluttered her long eyelashes at me, and I smiled weakly.
“Normally that would be very nice,” I said, practically pushing her away from my body, “but I’m a doctor and a bit of an emergency has come up.” She kept trying to lick my dick, and I was ready for her to cover up her tits and move on to whoever she’d be ‘servicing’ next.
“Ooh. A doctor. I love doctors,” she confided, leaning closer to me. Her tits were still out, and I knew she was trying to get me to change my mind. I finally tucked my cock away so she couldn’t get to it and lurched to my feet.
“Thank you,” I said, handing her several bills.
Her eyes lit up, and I knew I’d overpaid her. Shit. She’d be looking for me the next time I came in.
Once I had separated myself from the talented Daniela, I hurried to where Jelly stood with her drinks. “May I have one of these?” I asked.
She shrugged one perfect, creamy shoulder. “Suit yourself.”
I took a lowball glass of whiskey from the tray. “So, what are you doing in here?”
“I don’t know. They always send hostesses in here to handle drinks, but it’s usually the ones like Daniela,” she gestured to the woman who’d just given me a blowjob and was now working on giving one to two men at the same time.
She took a long suck on one cock, then moved her head to do the same to the other one.
This was all while the two men, obviously former frat boys, kept giving each other high fives and talking about what a whore she was. She seemed to like it, though.
From the tone of Jelly’s voice, there was no mistaking her feelings about Daniela. Dammit! Now she thought I was a manwhore. I mean, sometimes I was, but nothing like Nico or Leo.
“Ah.”
“But Enzo asked me to come in here, so I did.” She shrugged as I quit watching Daniela and whipped my head around to her.
“When did Enzo tell you to come in here?”
“I don’t know. You were already in here with her.” The way she said ‘her’ made it sound like I’d been with a poisonous snake. Or a warthog.
Enzo had fucking set me up. I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. “Do you have to stay in here?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why?”
“I was just thinking if one of the Salazar’s friends and VIP members asked you to come wait on them in the main club, you could probably leave.”
“What’s in it for you? I’m not going to fuck you. Or suck you off like some two-bit whore.” She said the last part loudly, and Daniela heard her.
She stopped what she was doing briefly. “Oh, fuck off, Jelly! Why are you even in here, Miss Prim and Proper?”
“So, you’re not a big fan of hers, huh?”
“Nope.” Jelly popped the ‘p.’
“Why?”
“Because I’d bet she’s had her mouth on ninety percent of the cocks present at Sugar at any given time.”
“Maybe she likes it. She seemed to.”
“Maybe she does. But she’s always trying to steal other hostess’ tables by offering to suck the men off under the table. It pisses all of us off.”
“Well, why don’t you come out of here with me?”
“I guess I will. But don’t touch me. You’ve touched her, and I’m sure she’s fucking diseased.”
Jesus. I looked back at Daniela, still happily sucking the two guys off. Was she diseased? What if she’d given me an STI? But that couldn’t be true. I knew Carmen insisted all the girls and members show proof of negative testing monthly.
I held the door open for Jelly.
Enzo was waiting on the other side of the hallway. He gave me a lazy smile, a twinkle in his eyes. I resisted the urge to flip him off. “Jelly, why don’t you ask Marigold to bring drinks to the VIP rooms?” He turned to me. “Paolo, let’s go sit down.”
I followed him to one of the tables with a view of the entire club.
“Why’d you set me up like that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied.
“You knew Jelly hated Daniela and you made sure she saw me getting sucked off by her.”
“How was I supposed to know what you were doing in there? For all I knew, you and Daniela could have been playing chess.”
“Fuck off, Enzo.” I could tell he wasn’t going to give me a straight answer. “What did you want to talk about?”
“We’re a go for the ‘elite auction.’ Carmen thinks we should call it the Vanilla Auction.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why?”
He chuckled. “Vanilla is very expensive, plus most of the women who would be in it would be ‘vanilla’ in personality, attitude, the bedroom, you name it.”
That made sense. I might not like it much, but it made sense. “Do you think the sex will be awful with the women in the Vanilla Auction?”
Enzo paused like he was thinking hard about it. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. “I’ve fucked society girls who were amazing in bed, and strippers from here who were just okay. And vice versa. It all just depends on the woman.”
I hoped I got a woman who was heavily into sex, but something made me doubt that I’d be so lucky.
“She’s thinking the first one will be in a couple of months. Is that enough time for you?”
I gave a quick nod. “Perfect.”
“Great. It’s settled then. I might actually join you in that auction. I’m tired of having to find ‘proper’ society girls to take to functions as well.”
“Sounds good,” I said, pleased that my suggestion was finally landing on the right ears. And, of course, everyone had known for years about Enzo and Ella. I wondered if he’d gotten over her yet, or if he was still in love with his best friend’s wife.