way. Sergio was trying to put the moves on one of the dancers who passed and Tony’s feet started in Sergio’s direction. When he got to Sergio his temper was short. “I thought I told you to leave. Do you want me to have you thrown out on your ass?”
Sergio put up his hands. “Alright, can I at least finish my drink and use the bathroom?”
Tony’s cell rang. His girl was calling, but he didn’t answer. With Tiffany, he liked his conversations private. In this place with the noise and all it was difficult to talk. He decided to go to the office to return the call, but before he did, he gave Sergio a warning. “When I get back and you’re not gone, I’ll have you thrown out.”
In the periphery as he walked to the back office, he noticed Caminello and his Capo stand. They had the bulk of apes and the grace of panthers as they moved around the tables to the corridor where a red door for less affluent guests were sent for pleasure, but a few steps past was a diamond decal on a reinforced silver door. That is where they were heading.
Tony entered a parallel corridor which held the public bathroom, his office and a viewing room. In the observation area he could see inside both of the areas the clients were being entertained. Most of the time, he had one of the men do the honors, watching men get their dicks sucked by a whore when he’d rather be on the receiving end was the least favorable part of the job.
He wondered if Chip planned to swing by or did his latest conquest have him tied to a bed. He hurried to his office and called Tiffany.
~
Sergio enjoyed the show. That Nina was smoking hot. Many of the women sashaying by were equally sexy, except none wanted to give a young dude any play. Four beers and a screwdriver sent him to the restroom. He pissed his frustration in the john, watching the pressurized yellow stream of urine foam when it connected with water and porcelain. His ears detected sex sounds mingled with the clubs muffled music. He shook off, zipped his pants and washed his hands. Vibrations from the acoustics weren’t responsible for the thumping against a wall. Hell no, somebody was fucking the shit out of somebody and he was jealous that he wasn’t involved. He didn’t know Chip’s strip joint promoted prostitution, if he did he would’ve offered the big-busted girl in the red G-string money for some head.
He exited the bathroom, liquored and horny. He sought out the women’s dressing room to peep tits and ass, unaware he was in the wrong corridor. A door adjacent to the lavatory might be where they changed outfits, who knows, maybe even the place they took clients. He checked the hall to make sure no one was coming and twisted the doorknob. It turned without resistance and Sergio peeked inside to spy;
An old leather sofa.
A coffee table with magazines.
A water dispenser.
A small window where figures moved on the other side summoned Sergio moved closer. The adjacent room had a bed and on it were Nina and the distended belly man he’d seen at the table with another guy. Important, mafia men.
“Ah, shit.” Sergio commented while gawking. The woman Nina fed the man something, probably a Viagra, Sergio laughed as the fool swallowed it.
The action was on.
“Ah yeah, go Nina,” he cheered when she lifted her ass over the distended belly man’s dick and slid down and up, giving Sergio a nice side view of her dimpled ass. Her large boobs were bouncing melons over the flabby man’s chest.
Sergio ran in place, laughing as the bed bent trying to keep pace with Nina’s tempo. Sergio's pelvis gyrated as he sang, “I love the way you ride it…I love the way you ride it…like a backstreet chick…”
Suddenly he stopped when the man gripped Nina’s waist, slapping at her ass before pushing her off. The fun went from harmless to serious when the naked man tried to stand and did a belly flop to the floor.
Sergio jumped back
Sergio put up his hands. “Alright, can I at least finish my drink and use the bathroom?”
Tony’s cell rang. His girl was calling, but he didn’t answer. With Tiffany, he liked his conversations private. In this place with the noise and all it was difficult to talk. He decided to go to the office to return the call, but before he did, he gave Sergio a warning. “When I get back and you’re not gone, I’ll have you thrown out.”
In the periphery as he walked to the back office, he noticed Caminello and his Capo stand. They had the bulk of apes and the grace of panthers as they moved around the tables to the corridor where a red door for less affluent guests were sent for pleasure, but a few steps past was a diamond decal on a reinforced silver door. That is where they were heading.
Tony entered a parallel corridor which held the public bathroom, his office and a viewing room. In the observation area he could see inside both of the areas the clients were being entertained. Most of the time, he had one of the men do the honors, watching men get their dicks sucked by a whore when he’d rather be on the receiving end was the least favorable part of the job.
He wondered if Chip planned to swing by or did his latest conquest have him tied to a bed. He hurried to his office and called Tiffany.
~
Sergio enjoyed the show. That Nina was smoking hot. Many of the women sashaying by were equally sexy, except none wanted to give a young dude any play. Four beers and a screwdriver sent him to the restroom. He pissed his frustration in the john, watching the pressurized yellow stream of urine foam when it connected with water and porcelain. His ears detected sex sounds mingled with the clubs muffled music. He shook off, zipped his pants and washed his hands. Vibrations from the acoustics weren’t responsible for the thumping against a wall. Hell no, somebody was fucking the shit out of somebody and he was jealous that he wasn’t involved. He didn’t know Chip’s strip joint promoted prostitution, if he did he would’ve offered the big-busted girl in the red G-string money for some head.
He exited the bathroom, liquored and horny. He sought out the women’s dressing room to peep tits and ass, unaware he was in the wrong corridor. A door adjacent to the lavatory might be where they changed outfits, who knows, maybe even the place they took clients. He checked the hall to make sure no one was coming and twisted the doorknob. It turned without resistance and Sergio peeked inside to spy;
An old leather sofa.
A coffee table with magazines.
A water dispenser.
A small window where figures moved on the other side summoned Sergio moved closer. The adjacent room had a bed and on it were Nina and the distended belly man he’d seen at the table with another guy. Important, mafia men.
“Ah, shit.” Sergio commented while gawking. The woman Nina fed the man something, probably a Viagra, Sergio laughed as the fool swallowed it.
The action was on.
“Ah yeah, go Nina,” he cheered when she lifted her ass over the distended belly man’s dick and slid down and up, giving Sergio a nice side view of her dimpled ass. Her large boobs were bouncing melons over the flabby man’s chest.
Sergio ran in place, laughing as the bed bent trying to keep pace with Nina’s tempo. Sergio's pelvis gyrated as he sang, “I love the way you ride it…I love the way you ride it…like a backstreet chick…”
Suddenly he stopped when the man gripped Nina’s waist, slapping at her ass before pushing her off. The fun went from harmless to serious when the naked man tried to stand and did a belly flop to the floor.
Sergio jumped back
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