“Carlotta. How are you? How is Gato?'' I inquire about her teenage son whose tuition to private school I am currently paying. I found Carlotta four years ago, when I raided a strip club looking for the dead fuck that was trafficking teenage girls here. She was in the back, being gangbanged by a bunch of low level goons, thanks to a debt her fish food husband owed to another so called Kingpin named Maltabiancchi. I killed those scum and rescued her. I helped to clean her up, put her and her son up in a place, paid for his schooling and ‘took care’ of her no good husband. When she told me her dream to own a high-end boutique for the upper echelon, I invested in her dream.
“He is a boy. You know how it is. Girl crazy.”
“He is a good boy. He will do well. Are my girls here?” I ask her looking toward the VIP part of the store.
“Yes. Lola is in the back with the pretty young thing. Is she your…”? She likes to be nosy. Fancies herself my aunt or something.
“Wife, Carlotta. She is going to be my wife.” Her open mouth speaks volumes. Everyone seems to lose their words when I say this. I get it. I walk toward the back and stand for a minute watching as my love shakes her head and blushes at the clothing Lola throws in front of her. Seems I am going to have to make these decisions. “I like that one.” I interrupt. She turns, eyes wide and stunned. “That white one she just showed you. Try it on.” I instruct taking a seat on the couch in front of the mirror. “Lola did you get what you liked?”
“Yes I did. Thank you.”
“Excellent. Have Click take you back to the compound.” she says nothing. She leaves the room, and it is just me and my girl. She watches me, her eyes invested in my every movement. “I said try it on for me.” she gives a nervous nod but takes the barely there dress off the hanger and moves to go into one of the rooms. Interesting. “No. Right here. Try it on right here.” her eyes move frantically around the open space, conscious of the fact that one of the salesgirls or Carlotta herself could walk in here any moment.
Naturally, that is why I am demanding she do it. I need to know she can handle this life. I am a hard motherfucker, and I am dirty. Filthy really. Some would call me disgusting. To be my woman, she has to be able to handle all of that in every way no matter where we are. Giving her a second, I don't say anything as I remove my jacket and roll up my sleeves. I watch the war she wages with herself and can see every question, argument and decision she makes.
When she lifts her shirt and drops it on the floor, my body begins to chant...Perfect mafia Queen’. I watch as her shoulders roll back, and she decides to be brave and confident. I find myself leaning, elbows on my knees as she drops her leggings and stands before me in underwear and nothing else. Pride in abundance as I watch her stand in there, surrounded by mirrors and my prying eyes and doesn’t fidget. “Simply exquisite.” Her cheeks bloom and her shoulders sag a bit. “Are you going to show me?” she nods and grabs the dress.
After a bit of maneuvering, she stands and begins to turn, giving me the full view. What the fuck? I am going to have to hire a whole goddamn army if she walks out the house in this. It appears to be demure, at first glance. The dress is white and cuts across the top of her chest, no cleavage showing at all.
The sleeves are capped and silver, with little circle cutouts. The bodice of the dress is cut at the midriff, and overlaid with silver lace, giving it a bit of a flirt. The length is a few inches from her knees, which make my jaw twitch but ok, I handle it. Until she turns around. Like a pussy ass, I gasp when I see she basically has no back. All of her back is exposed down to the very tip of the crack of her ass. Fucking Lola played me. Somehow she knew I was walking in at the very moment she was showing her this. “Fucking shit.'' I growl, wiping my face. Jewel turns her head over her shoulder and smirks at me. “Ah. Does it make you feel good, baby, having me all fucked up?”
“Yes.” she says her voice husky. When she licks her lips, my cock breaches the perimeter. I don’t bother pretending this is going to go any other way. Unzipping my pants, I grip my beast and pull him out, stroking him up and down. My dick has never leaked this much. She licks her lips and I try to calm the monster, but he knows his pussy.