CHAD
May 11th 2018
I walk out of the bar with a little more knowledge as to why Amar has been coming into the club for the past couple of days.
Who knew our little Mal wasn't so fucking innocent after all.
I'd love to know what kind of spell she's put on the poor bastard. I've seen the way he looks at her recently.
At first,
I thought he just wanted to break her in and thrash that sweet little virgin pussy she has to offer.
Now.....
I see him becoming relatively protective of her. His nostrils flare whenever I talk about her. Like her name rolling off the tip of my tongue is going to secretly caress her lady bits.
It's the typical cliched shit you'd only read about in the Mafia Romance books that every chick has stashed under her pillow. Discreetly reading the soft porn content to help get herself off.
While she flicks her bean.
You'll never find someone writing shit about me.
That's for certain.
I'm down three fucking girls.
Meaning, Layla's my solo performer today.
Curse Maddie and her pouty little mouth. She just had to get herself thrown out of the club.
Mal is off-limits.
Shit....
Amars made it very clear that he'd have my ass thrown in prison if I dont follow his clear as day demands.
I'm a bitch in my own household.....
Fan-fucking-tastic!
And,
It's Caddies day off today.
I can't afford to start borrowing girls from the west wing to bring them to this side of the club. It's never good for business when you start rotating the girls and fucking their wings system up.
Our V.I.P members get real anti over it. A lot of our clientele don't like change and neither do I.
Especially if it isn't done by my hands
I walk into my office and sit behind my desk.
"Can you come to my office beautiful?"
I say over the phone to Lisa.
Four minutes later she enters my office. She looks good enough for me to wanna eat off. I lick my lips picturing her naked, laid out bare on my desk with my tongue licking every inch of her exposed body....
"What is it Chad?" She looks at me with annoyance displayed all over her pretty face.
"Where's Layla?" I ask her as I run my eyes up her body letting my eyes feast upon her womanly curves.
"Uh... Layla won't be coming in today or tomorrow." She nervously says as she avoids making eye contact with me.
"WHAT?" I raise my voice wondering why I'm only hearing of this now.
"She needs time Chad."
"Time for what?"
"Time to grieve for her first anniversary of her husband passing." She scowls at me like I'm meant to remember or give a shit.
Because clearly, I dont.
"Should I send her a bottle of whiskey with a get better soon balloon?" I sarcastically ask her.
She arches a brow and shakes her head.
"Why dont you try treating your girls with a little more respect instead of seeing them as money-making objects?"
I could hear a tinge of disgust in her voice.
A tone I was well aware of pinpointing out when her eyes would look at me through narrowed slits.
"Because I hired them to make me money by using their bodies," I say.
This is a fucking brothel....
A place where men come to get their dicks wet without criticism.
A place where a woman is objectified.
"Well, She's not coming in and there's nothing I can do about it." She sighs, tapping her foot.
"Well! We're royally fucked for today aren't we?" I pick up a pen from my desk and throw it across the room, watching it bounce back from the wall.
I've never had to close a wing of my club down before.
"Lock the fucking doors and put a sign up on the entrance." I run a hand through my hair on the brink of pulling it out.
Closing the doors will cost me a fortune today. The Mercedes-Benz AMG GT I've been wanting will have to wait a bit longer. I've been eyeing that baby up for the past couple of months.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, get the kid to go around and clean the girl's toys, will you?" I lean back in my chair rubbing my temples with a headache approaching.
"We have cleaners for that."
"Fuck Lisa! I know. But because of her," I point towards the bar.
"Everythings quickly turning to shit." I pick up where I left off rubbing my temples.
I hear her walk out of my office mumbling under her breath.
If I want to regain full control of my club. I'm gonna need to get rid of the kid. Without her being here, Amar will have no reason to keep showing up unannounced.
I smirk picking up my phone.
I wait for her to answer....
She picks up on the third ring.
"What the fuck do you want, Chad?" Her tone of voice slashes through my ear and I smile.
She's definitely crazy enough to pull this off...
"Maddie baby, how you doin beautiful?" I saturate my words with all my charm.
I need this bitch on my side if we're going to hit two birds with one stone.
Where it will benefit us both...
"Would you like to hear some juicy gossip?' I ask her knowing full well the little tart lives for gossip.