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Authors: N.M. Catalano
“Sucks ass, doesn’t it Marco?”
“No shit, what exactly did the asshole building inspector tell you, Steve?”
Sitting back and molding to the chair, he looks like he’s ready to pull out a joint and light it up right here.
“He wasn’t very precise with anything, actually. He skirted around not issuing our permits yet, never committing to a reason why. He was neither accusatory or matter of fact, but rather like, ‘I think I’m gonna sit on this a spell’.
I’m stunned, there is no other way to explain it. I just blink at him, mouth open, shocked.
“Sit on this a spell, are you kidding me? Does he know how much his sitting is costing us? Can he legally fucking do this?” My voice gets higher and higher as I go on until finally when I get to ‘this’ I’m yelling again. I wouldn’t be surprised if my eyeballs are popping out of my head, the veins on the sides of my neck are bulging, and my face is red from my blood pressure shooting through the roof.
“Yes, he can if he has a legitimate reason to do so. And he’s pulling out OSHA, environmental regulations, public health issues, and building standards.”
Right now I want to slap the shit out of Steve’s ‘hey dude’ persona, how can he be so laidback when everything is threatening to go to fucking shit?
“We sat with the city council months ago presenting our plans to them and went over this countless amounts of times. There shouldn’t be any questions now.”
“Well, he can do this and he is. I don’t think it’s actually because he thinks something is defunct in our plans but I think it has to do with him personally. I don’t know if he needs to justify his position, if the city is coming down on him for something, or he just doesn’t like you, Marco. It could be as simple as that.” Shrugging his shoulders, his last sentence hangs in the air like a stinky fart.
“That’s ridiculous.” I can’t believe that.
“Ridiculous or not, that’s what I think.” He waves his hand at the pile of folders in front of me. “You can spend all week reviewing that pile of dead trees, you’re not going to find anything wrong. This is why I was out talking to local contractors and suppliers. You know how it is, if you want to know the truth go talk to the people on the street.”
Steve’s right. Sitting here across from him, the feeling of something being really wrong is growing and I can tell it’s going to blow, I don’t know when or how, but my instincts tell me somebody is responsible for this and my instincts are never wrong. When I find out who it is I am going to enjoy making them pay. Now I need to decide where to begin. One thing that rings loud and clear in my head is the first rule Vinny taught me; never trust anyone. The second rule is the place to start is with the people, money can get even the straightest guy to help you if you know how to talk to him. I knew even when I was a kid everything could be found out on the streets with the right people, even information that had to do with politicians and the men who pulled their strings. It’s time for me to make a few calls.
Marco
I’m looking forward to a night with Elizabeth after the day I’ve had, I just want to get lost in her and not think about anything else. Worrying about the problems at work now is not going to get those permits issued any faster.
She gave me the keys to her place so I let myself in. Long shadows are falling over the rooms, the sun has already set and there are only a few lamps on throughout the apartment. I hear the soft chatter of Elizabeth’s voice from the bedroom and it makes me smile. I turn to go in that direction hoping that she can’t hear my footsteps, I want to watch her for a moment without her knowing I’m there.
I walk through the darkened rooms of this old Victorian house where the past and the present live together. I pass pictures of Elizabeth’s family covering the white walls in black frames. One photo of her mother stops me, it’s a black and white of her on the beach. She’s beautiful, reclining and posed like a 1950’s Hollywood starlet. I have a sense that she was a very strong and commanding woman and I don’t know why but I’m certain the blood that runs through Elizabeth’s veins has the strength of the matriarchs in her family before her.
“Be at peace, I will take care of her,” I whisper.
I can almost see her smile in response, nodding her head in approval.
Continuing on to the bedroom, I see Elizabeth and warmth floods me at the sight of her.
“What am I going to wear?”
Elizabeth’s standing in the doorway of the closet, her hands holding the door frame with one foot tapping impatiently on the bare wood floor dressed only in her heels, panties, bra and stockings, very pretty matching panties and bra. They’re powder pink, shirred between the cheeks with little black bows at the top of the crease of her ass and at the bottom of each strap of the bra. I want to see what they look like from the front.
“Turn around.”
My voice startles her making her jump and she pulls her hand to heart when she hears me.
“My God, Marco, you scared me.”
“Let me look at you, baby.”
I’m leaning against the doorway, one foot crossed over the other, admiring her natural sensuality, letting it wash over me and bathe me in its beauty.
Elizabeth’s whole body reacts to my request, seeming to become more sinewy and sensual but she doesn’t utter a word as I openly take her all in, soaking her up and my cock responds to her. Pushing myself from the doorframe I walk towards her. I place a hand under her chin and lift it up so she’s looking into my eyes.
“Get me the nipple clamps baby, I want to dress you.”
Her mouth opens slightly in my hand and I can’t help but smirk at her reaction, it’s priceless, shocked and turned on at the same time. I lower my mouth to hers and brush my lips against her soft lips before letting her go. I stand there and watch that pretty ass sway over to the nightstand to retrieve the clamps. When she comes back she places a white satin jewelry pouch in my hand. She bought something to keep them in, that means she really likes them and that makes me very happy. Happy with the idea of where we can go from here. We are at the beginning of our journey together, one of exploration and fulfillment. I’m looking forward to taking Elizabeth’s hand and guiding her on her own journey of self-discovery and realization. There is a vast unchartered path ahead of us and I feel honored that she has chosen me to lead her on that path.
Before taking the pouch from her, I slide one pink bra strap down her shoulder, slip my thumb into the cup pulling it down pushing her breast out and up. I fight the urge to pull that already taut pink nipple into my mouth and instead graze it with my thumb. I can feel the breath catch in her chest the exact moment her nipple pebbles even more. Sliding the other strap down her shoulder I free the other beautiful breast as well.
I finally remove the clamps from the pouch as I watch the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
“I am going to be so hard all night thinking about these clamps biting into your hard nipples, Elizabeth. If I don’t fuck you in the restaurant, it’s going to be a miracle,” my voice is raspy with my pent up emotions. I need release, badly, not only with my desire for Elizabeth but from the frustrations from today. Tonight I’m going to play, and she’d be better be ready for it.
Taking one finger I begin to make slow circles around her left nipple, not touching it but threatening to, watching it tighten and harden more and more in anticipation of my touch. I take one clamp and secure it comfortably on Elizabeth’s waiting nipple and my cock twitches in my pants.
I think to myself answering my dick, ‘I know, I can’t wait either but the waiting is good,’ and place the other clamp on to the other naked waiting nipple. I’m such a sick fuck, I can almost hear it sigh in gratitude.
I look into Elizabeth’s face to see if there is any discomfort there. Her lids are half closed, her pink lips are slightly open and I can see her tongue touching the back of her upper teeth wanting to lick something. I know if slide my fingers over her panties she’ll be wet and I know I won’t stop with just a touch of my hand. Now that the clamps are in place I can suckle those nipples with my mouth. Lowering my head I flick my tongue over each captive bump then suck it between my lips and take it between my teeth, I can’t resist.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!”
“Alright, now let’s find you something to wear,” I say quietly as I cover her breasts with the bra once again.
“I don’t think I can make it through dinner, Marco.”
Her voice is breathy and heavy with arousal.
“You can, baby, and you will,” I say with a wicked smile before kissing her softly.
I walk into the closet and find a little black dress.
“Here, love, this should do just fine for dinner, put your hands up.”
I pull the dress down over her body then pull her hair to the side, slowly zip up the back and bend to kiss her neck.
“Let’s go, Elizabeth, I don’t know how long I can wait either.”
Elizabeth
Café Phoenix is one of the original southern nouveau chic restaurants in Wilmington where the celebrities that were in town would come to. Since our little city got ‘discovered’ it’s not the only kid on the block anymore but it’s still cool as hell. She’s like an old Gran Dame who sits regally in the knowledge that she can still kick everybody’s ass and continues to be highly respected for it.
Marco appears to have garnered somewhat of a reputation in town. When we enter Café Phoenix he’s known by face and he’s given exceptional service. I suppose it’s justified considering his company will be investing millions of dollars into this area which will benefit everyone in the long run.
We’ve just ordered when a slightly older gentleman approaches our table.
“Mr. Kastanopoulis, I wanted to introduce myself and give you a personal welcome to Wilmington, I’m Charles Greer, town councilman,” and he extends his hand to shake Marco’s.
Politicians coming over to introduce themselves to Marco? Wow, I hadn’t realized the importance of the man sitting next to me. It appears that Marco is considered to be quite a big shot.
Marco stands and shakes his hand, a rigorous man’s shake, “Councilman, it’s a pleasure to meet you, thank you so much for coming over. Would you like to join us for a moment?”
“No thank you, that’s very kind of you. I just wanted to say hello and if there’s anything that you need please don’t hesitate to give me a call.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his business card and hands it to Marco. Marco doesn’t even glance at it, he just slides it in his pocket.
“I do appreciate that, I will remember it. Enjoy your evening, Councilman.” And Marco takes his seat again. As if dismissing him. Holy shit, did he just do that?
“You as well,” he looks to both of us, “good night,” and he turns and walks off.
Marco takes his napkin again and lays it on his lap. I’m momentarily stunned not knowing what to make of what just happened.
“Councilmen coming up to introduce themselves to you?” I finally say.