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Crystal is great because she doesn’t mind a quickie after her shift. Most of the women at the gentlemen’s club owned by our family don’t want to deal with men after they punch out, but Crystal’s sex drive is similar to mine. Either that, or she really needs the extra cash I always leave on her vanity after we finish.
She’s slick from her work on the pole, which works well for me. After a long day of trying to keep everything in line for the many family businesses, I need something mindless to drain any accumulated tension.
“Fucking glitter,” I complain while I pump into her from behind. I know it’s part of her gig, but it’s annoying all the same to go home with glitter on my palm from smacking her ass, glitter on my lap, and glitter stuck in the random crevices that these annoying sparkles seem to accumulate.
Crystal grunts as she holds onto her vanity. HerHello Kittystickers and knickknacks everywhere used to be a distraction, but it doesn’t bother me anymore.
Even as I thrust into her, my mind wanders. I need to figure out where the leak is coming from. The books didn’t add up for the gentleman’s club last month. While I normally am not the bookkeeping type (that’s my brother Antonio’s job), when he notifies me of a discrepancy, my team is the muscle that gets to the bottom of it when the numbers don’t lead to the obvious culprit.
I pump in and out of Crystal, my hands on her hips so I can pound as hard as I like. She doesn’t pretend she loves it, tells me when I’m too rough, and doesn’t mind that I’m not about to fall in love with an employee. It’s perfect.
She’s got her own life, and I’ve got mine. I don’t know how people who actually care about each other do it. There’s too much talking, too many feelings that get in the way of release, which is all I’m looking for tonight.
Crystal keeps her bra on, so her tits don’t swing uncomfortably when I slam into her from behind. The thing has fake crystals sewn into the fabric, so the only sound in the background of her grunts is the tinkling of those gems. It’s a delicate sound, almost precious, contrasting in stark relief against the not-so-precious sex we have every Friday like clockwork.
“You’re gonna need to wrap it up soon, kiddo.”
My teeth grind. “You know I hate when you call me that. I’m thirty years old, Crystal. I’m not a kid.” I try to keep my focus on reaching my peak, but it’s not coming.
I’mnot coming.
I should be coming.
Crystal giggles and then her voice turns syrupy, as if she’s talking to a child. “Yes, you are. You’re a big boy, Giovanni!”
“Hilarious.” I roll my eyes. My lips purse as my climax inches further and further away. “Could you not make fun of me right now? I’m trying to concentrate. If you want this to finish quick, laughing isn’t the best way to go about it.”
Crystal turns her chin over her shoulder, her waist-length blonde extensions draping to the side. She winks at me with lashes long enough to be fingers. “Got it.” Then she turns around again, facing her vanity, and puts her back into it. She moans gratuitously, and I don’t even care that it’s fake. “Oh, Giovanni. You’re so big. I’ve never been this fully fucked before. Deeper, Gio! Baby, I’m so close!”
All lies, but I don’t care. I close my eyes and try to get there, but even though I’m pumping my heart out, I am no closer to my release.
Eyes closed isn’t working. Nothing’s working. For some reason, shutting out theHello Kittyladen vanity in front of me sends me into a frightening abyss.
Someone is stealing from the club. I have to figure that out and punish the proper person.
I haven’t been home in a few days. Brunello wanted me to bring him a payload from one of the fences, but it’s short. I need to deal with that before I see my eldest brother, so I know I’m not going home tonight. I need to finish up here and visit the thief at his home. Trading in gems is a risky business, and we don’t tolerate being shorted on a transaction. Bruno is the head of the family, and he should be respected as such. The Moretti family name means something, and when fences treat our name as if it’s common and can be shorted without recompense, it’s my job to step in and deal with it.
There’s a tightness in my balls, but there’s also a tightness in my chest now. Anxiety builds as the sensation of sex is squashed by the many items on my to-do list, which never seems to get any shorter.
I open my eyes and look at myself in the mirror, which usually spurs me over the edge. The image of me looking all powerful in the family’s standard Armani black suit and starched white dress shirt with a stripper holding onto the back of a chair while I rail her from behind is a common theme I often revisit.
But today, all I see are the bags under my eyes and the fact that I don’t look twenty-five anymore. I’m starting to look like Domani and Brunello, my older twin brothers who have never looked youthful. They’re forty years old. I’m a decade younger, but today, I can’t tell the difference between us.
This is supposed to be fun, but even sex is more practical than enjoyable.
And right now, it’s neither of those things.
I slow down but Crystal’s verbal encouragement doesn’t. “Don’t stop! I’m so close!”
I chuckle at her A+ effort as I pull out and give her a little pat on her glittered ass. “Thanks, Crystal.”
She turns around and fishes for her afterwork sweats and comfortable underwear. She frowns at me, tilting her head to the side. “You okay, kiddo?”
I throw away my wasted condom while giving her the stink eye. “Not when you call me kiddo.”
“Sorry.” She hikes up herHello Kittysweatpants and dons a serious tone. “You okay, Mister Moretti?”
