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When she turned, forcing her shoulders back and lifting her chin higher, I became even more curious about her. She held herself like a queen as she elegantly weaved her way through the tables, heading directly for me. The smile on her gorgeous face, that was half hidden by the lace mask, was not genuine but reserved for clients. As she stopped in front of our table, our eyes met and her dark red lips, which matched the colour of her hair, parted in arousal, causing my dick to throb against my trousers.
I couldn’t help but trace every inch of her body with my gaze, wishing it were my hands instead and when I took in her delectable tits, her nipples visibly hardened through the fabric. I smirked.
“Ciao, can I get you a refill?” She asked politely, her voice confident but failing to mask the nerves she clearly felt in my presence. I tilted my head to study her as that voice evoked another reaction in me. A memory. Of a girl that had plagued my thoughts for eleven fucking years. It was ridiculous but nearly every smooth and seductive female voice with a Northern accent made me think of Elenora Buccini and this was almost uncanny. Similar dark eyes that haunted my dreams. Similar full lips that I stole a kiss from. But that was insane. I was starting to fucking see things now... As if a mafia princess would be working in a sex club. No, Elenora Buccini was at her brother’s wedding as we speak. It was my job to keep tabs on all my enemies.
“No. I would like a tour instead.”
The shock in her dark brown eyes made me want to laugh, but I kept my face serious as she stumbled over her words, suggesting she find someone else to do it. No way. I wanted her. I told her as much and her smooth, olive skin paled. My words not only shocked her, but I noted the desire that burned in those eyes.
She breathed in deeply, causing her chest to rise and fall, distracting me further before she agreed and I stood up, towering over her.
Her eyes darted over my body once more and she licked her lips. Cazzo, she was so fucking hot. Lorenzo did well finding this one. She was making me feel as though I was the only man she was interested in and that was a talent for a worker to possess.
I glanced back at Fabi, narrowing my eyes in warning at his amused smirk. “Behave, amico.”
He nodded once as I stepped out of the booth and the girl turned quickly, making her way through the tables as I followed, my gaze unable to leave her ass.
“So, this is your first time here at La Casetta?” she asked sweetly, peering over her shoulder at me. I tore my gaze upward to meet her eyes.
“Si, I’d like to see what is on offer,” I replied, trying to hide my smile as she licked her lips again. “I heard this place is the best for exploring your fantasies in a safe environment where everyone feels respected?” I turned it into a question, forcing myself to try to focus on the real reason I was here and not on how much I wanted to take this woman into a private room and have my wicked way with her. What the fuck was wrong with me? No woman ever affected me like this.
“Yes, you have come to the right place,” she smiled nervously. There was something so enticing about the way she spoke and behaved. As if she was just as curious as the members. A rare diamond completely out of her element. She didn’t seem to be the most experienced in her field as she tried to hide her shock at seeing a girl on her knees sucking off a client in one of the booths. Innocence. That’s what she had. Pure innocence. But if that was the case, what was she doing working in a place like this?
“This is Zone One,” she continued, gesturing to the bar with open arms like an air hostess and pointing in different directions. “The viewing rooms are over there and the, uh, dancing rooms are to the left and the private rooms for couples who just want to try some of our toys are behind you.”
“And where are the safety exits in the event of an emergency?” I teased, trying to hide my amusement as her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in surprise. She turned her head in all directions, looking for what I presumed were the fire exits until she met my gaze and realised I was messing with her.
“In the event of an emergency, all clientele will be escorted safely out of the building,” she quickly composed herself and I chuckled.
“Well, let’s hope those staff members know where the fire exits are.”
She turned her face away from me, a cute blush forming on her chest as she looked around the room and tried to hide her smile.
“And that is it. You can stay in the main area and enjoy the drinks or you can go and explore the rooms. Or perhaps, you might be more interested in Zone Two or Three?”
Cristo, was that it? Lorenzo had a lot to answer for if all clients were getting this kind of haphazard tour upon arrival. I looked down at her wrist and noticed she was wearing a blue band. That meant she was open to being approached for playtime but no sex. Interesting.
“I’d like you to show me more of Zone One,” I folded my arms across my chest. “Take me to a viewing room.”
I swear I saw a slight roll of her eyes which made my dick harden to a solid and rather uncomfortable state. There was far more to this girl than meets the eye. I am sure she got this job based on her looks alone because she clearly had far too much spirit in her for this role. Reluctantly, she made her way towards a curtain and pulled it back for me to enter. I stepped inside the dark room that had a clear-panelled viewing window where a young woman was being given the ride of her life by a good-looking man, who was clearly a worker. I peered over at my tour guide’s blushing face as her eyes widened. There it was again. That innocence and curiosity she should not possess, but I found so fucking hot.
I carried on staring at her side profile, waiting for her to drag her gaze away from the sex scene, but when I noticed her breathing becoming ragged and her throat vibrate as she swallowed her own arousal, I realised I was way more fascinated in her than in what was happening in the room. Was this her act? To pretend to be aroused and curious to turn on the clients. Because if it was, it was genius.
She turned to peer up at me through her mask and I nearly caved at the look in her eyes. She was turned on. Fuck.
“This is- um- a viewing room for you to enjoy watching couples that have consented to being - um watched- and um you can either take part or just watch.”
My lips drew up into a smirk as she became more and more flushed with each word. How many times did she say the word watch?
“And do you like watching?” I teased. She was making it too easy.
Her eyes darted up to mine, so large and bright as she licked her lips.
“I find it- intriguing.”
Again, not an answer I would expect from a lady of pleasure. She should be thinking about what the client wants, not what she wants. Always turn the question to be about the client.
I know she said this was her first shift, but where did Lorenzo find this one? A nunnery? Looks like I was going to have to break her out of her shell myself. The idea excited me. Moving behind her, I leaned down to whisper in her ear, causing her whole body to come alive with need and her skin to pebble against my warm breath.
