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I smiled sadly and nodded. Whatever was blossoming between the two of them, I was fully onboard with. But I am sure Marco was hesitant about crossing that professional line and what Gio might have to say about it though.
“You make her happy, Marco. So for that, I am grateful,” I smiled at him as his eyes widened in surprise at my words. I slipped out of the room and made my way back towards the exit but not before removing enough cash from the safe to pay for the taxi and grabbing one of mamma’s coats and a hat. Purposefully leaving my phone in the suite because I knew it had a tracker, I stepped back out onto the landing and walked past the guard, keeping my head down. My heart was rocketing in my chest and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I pressed the elevator button and prayed for it to hurry.
“Signorina Buccini? Do you need me to call Finn for you?” The guard asked from behind me.
“Oh no! I was just grabbing my coat I had left in the suite and I am going straight to my room. No need to bother him,” I said quickly and his eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded as the metal doors pinged open.
“Buona Notte,” I smiled just as the doors closed. I sighed in relief, knowing I was halfway there. I pressed the button for my floor, knowing the guard would be checking where I got out. Then I made the rest of the way down by using the stairs. Now, all I had to do was get out of the hotel lobby without being recognised. I pulled on mamma’s long, black coat and tied it tightly around my waist to hide my dress. My hair was already up in a beautiful bun for the wedding, so I placed the hat on my head. Once the door opened to the ground floor, I stepped out and froze. Shit. Some of the wedding guests were standing around chatting. There was no way I could walk through them all without anyone noticing me. To my left, a fire exit door opened as a staff member came in with a trolley of laundry. I quickly slid past her and out the door. Holy. Shit. I’ve escaped. I raced towards the main road and flagged down a taxi, jumping into the back.
Pulling out the card, I informed the driver of the address and sat back, whipping off the hat as we pulled away from the hotel. It would take just over an hour to get there from here but that might just be the amount of time I needed to calm myself the fuck down. This is possibly the most daring and rebellious thing I had ever done. Stupid even. I had just left the safety of my family’s hotel with no protection, no guards and no phone in the dead of the night. What made it all the more risky was that Venice wasn’t entirely my family’s territory. The Leones owned half of it. But what are the chances I would be spotted or that they would even know who I am? One of the good things about being so heavily sheltered all my life is that not many people had ever seen me in person. I closed my eyes, sunk back into the leather seats and tried to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to walk into. I had to be open-minded and explore whatever this place had to offer. I was going to become someone else for a night. No, for a few hours. Before anyone even noticed I was gone.
When we pulled up to the front of the club, I peered through the window at the surprising exterior. It didn’t look like much. Completely painted black, even the windows and entrance. There wasn’t even a sign saying La Casetta. Wow, they were really taking exclusivity to another level. I paid the driver with cash and stepped out onto the street, pulling the hat down and coat tighter around my body. Walking briskly down the narrow pathway to the back of the club, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw two dark figures, leaning against the wall, smoking.
“Elle?”
Relief washed over me as Rico pushed off from the wall. He stepped towards me and smiled as my heart lost control once more. What was I doing here? Now the reality of what I was about to do hit me, I suddenly realised what a terrible idea this was. How did I think I could get away with this? Someone would figure out who I am and inform Giovanni. Oh, the mortification!
“This was a mistake,” I said quickly, attempting to turn to leave. Rico grabbed my arm and spun me back.
“Hey, I have it all sorted. This is Flora. It is meant to be her first shift here tonight. You are going to be her. You have a similar look and there are no cameras inside for privacy reasons, so you don’t have to worry.”
I sighed as I looked over his shoulder at the pretty girl who was staring at me with suspicion in her eyes. “I am guessing she wants money too?”
“Anything you earn tonight, I get. And 20,000,” she smirked. I rubbed my forehead.
“Okay, but I will get the cash to you in two days.” Rico and Flora exchanged a look and then the girl shrugged in acceptance. Rico turned back to me and gave me that dazzling smile that made me feel like I was stupid not to take this chance. Flora stepped forward and passed me a bag. I pulled it open and looked inside. What the… sexy lingerie and a deep red wig.
“Don’t worry, that is more than what most will be wearing,” Rico chuckled. “Enjoy your night off, Flora.” The girl waved over her shoulder as she breezed past us. “Come on, I will take you to a room where you can get ready.”
As soon as we entered the dark corridor at the back of the club, the thumping of seductive music had my heart accelerating again, but this time with excitement and anticipation. Rico opened the door to the dressing room and I stepped inside.
“Wait!” I hissed before he shut it. “If I have to pretend to work here, does that mean I have to… you know… work?” I raised my eyebrows in alarm and Rico chuckled, shaking his head.
“I have included three types of bands in the bag. You can choose what to wear. White means you are only here to serve drinks and be admired. No touching or play. Blue means you are happy to explore with a client but only oral. And purple means you would be happy to have sex with someone. You will only work Zone One, which is the beginner’s zone. I thought I should ease you into it.”
I pulled out the wrist bands from the bag.
“I am looking forward to seeing what you choose,” he winked before shutting the door to give me some privacy to get dressed. Or should I say undressed. Oh dear lord, what was I doing? No. Stop thinking. Just let go. Freedom, remember!
Once I had on the stunning and clearly very expensive black lace underwear and matching bra, I put my shoes from the wedding back on and stole a glance at myself in the mirror. I had always been confident in my own skin but I had to say, this outfit did wonders for my tits. They were pushed up higher than usual and I laughed as I pulled on the red wig. Again, the club hadn’t spared any expense on the uniform for the workers. The wig was made of real hair and looked so realistic that I almost didn’t recognise myself. It wasn’t itchy or uncomfortable like the silly ones I had worn for a fancy dress. There was some makeup on the vanity table in front, so I applied a bit of crimson lipstick and bronzer before standing back and admiring the final look. Wow. Okay, I definitely didn’t look like me at all. Was I really going to do this? Did Elenora Buccini have the balls to pull this off?
Rico opened the door and his green eyes widened with appreciation and desire as they roamed my body.
“You look delicious,” he smirked. “Here is your face mask. What band have you chosen?”
My gut twisted with nervous energy as I placed the lacy mask over my eyes and tied it under the wig. I looked down at the three bands on the table. I picked up the blue one and placed it on my wrist. When in Rome…
He smiled mischievously, “Good choice, I hope I get to play with you, Flora. But first, let me show you around…”
Okay, Rico was right. This place was nothing like I expected. Firstly, it was elegant and classy with a marble interior design and diamond chandeliers. Every single worker looked like they had just stepped out of a super model catalogue. Everyone was gorgeous, but I guess if you are rich enough to be a member here, you are paying for the unreachable. I wrapped my arms around my chest self-consciously when I saw a blonde bombshell breeze past me completely topless, her perfect tits bouncing with each stride.
“Don’t hide,” Rico whispered. “You are confident. You are desired. Repeat. Repeat.”
I exhaled a low breath and tried to relax my body as I gained the attention of a few men in high-end suits. Some were wearing black masks while others had decided to go without, not caring about anyone seeing their faces.
“So this is Zone One,” Rico explained, handing me a tray of canopies. Really? People eat here? “This is the mildest zone. Mainly couples who are looking for a different scene or want a private room to experience using the toys together, or clients who are looking for oral or straightforward sex. Could be massages, voyeurism or threesomes.”
My eyes widened. “That is the mildest? What are the other zones for?”
