Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Fortunately, we threw Simon’s name out to a couple of the girls on payroll and lo and behold, one of them knew him. It’s not that weird actually, because big spenders often have lavish tastes and it seems Simon’s part of a crowd that likes its women flashy and expensive.
Anyways, our contact, Sabine, said she’s never met Simon, but a frequent client of hers is big into cocaine. He was high one night when they got together and he bragged about how high quality his supply is. He said that he bought only from the best: allegedly an infamous drug kingpin named Simon Marzakian. With a name like that, it could only be the same guy. Who would have thought tracking Simon would be so straightforward?
Anyways, when you work in our line of business, certain things are easy because everyone talks openly in front of women of the night. As a result, City Girls was able to locate Marzakian through a crony, and we made him an offer through the grapevine. One night with a bombshell girl, for only half the usual price.
It sounds cheesy, but evidently, Simon loves deals and he bit. Now, I’m booked on a date with the infamous Mr. Marzakian. There’s real danger to be had, but I don’t care. I just have to find Justin.
Arriving at Citaine, a fancy restaurant in the city, I head directly to the bar. It’s posh, with leather stools, glimmering tea lights, and a muted, refined air. I approach the bartender, Matt, whom I know from past dates. The graying man nods at me. Many of the girls in my line of work get to be friends with countless bartenders, waiters, bellhops, concierges, and doormen who keep an eye on us during the night. If things get out of hand, they can call for help in the nick of time.
“Hey Matt. Is my date here yet?”
The older man nods and gestures to a man sitting at the far side of the bar. I turn, expecting to see someone straight out of The Godfather, but instead, Simon Marzakian is a handsome man. He has short blonde hair and rough-hewn facial features, like a younger Dolph Lundgren. As I get closer, I see that he’s well-built with glowing green eyes and a faint sneer to his pink lips. He sits utterly still, a scotch at hand. Then, he gives the small red straw a flick, spattering droplets on the dark wood of the bar like he’s bored.
As I near, the man senses my form. He turns in his chair to face me, and there’s a coldness in his eyes, an obvious separation between himself and the rest of the world. Is this what sociopaths look like? Or is it just his criminal lifestyle?
“My, my,” he rasps while standing from his seat. He puts a large hand on my waist, using it to spin me around. “Look at you. They weren’t kidding when they said you’re worth your weight in gold.”
I smile in what I hope is a fawning manner, even if inside, my stomach tightens.
“Why, thank you Mr. Marzakian,” I giggle. “And aren’t you a handsome man too! I just love when I have good-looking patrons.”
Then I lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he turns so that our lips touch. His mouth is cold and his lips oddly jelly-like, but when I pull back, I pretend to be breathless, putting a hand to my breast.
“My, my! That was exciting!”
A flicker dances in his eyes as a big hand traces my collarbone.
“Yes, it’s a preview of our night together, sweetheart. Shall we sit?” he asks. Then, without waiting for a reply, he turns to the bar. “A drink for the lady!” Fortunately, Matt knows that I like white wine and brings over a glass immediately. I prop my hand on my chin and stare at Simon with an adoring gaze.
“So Simon, what do you do?” I ask.
He shrugs and grins like a snake.
“Nothing you would understand, baby girl. It’s too much for a pretty girl like you, let’s just put it that way. Don’t worry your head about men’s concerns.”
I giggle, running a finger teasingly over the rim of my wine glass.
“Oh, but I went to college! I’m sure I could understand, although I’ll let you in on a secret: I slept with my professors to get good grades. Not just one of them, but almost all of them, and I was on honor roll every single year as a result!”
Simon’s green eyes go almost black as his pupils enlarge.
“Really?” he growls, heat flaring in his gaze. “You’re that kind of girl, are you?”
I giggle again, and this time I uncross my legs while sitting on the bar stool. The fabric rides up a bit, and his eyes are fixated to the juncture of my thighs. Slowly, I shift my seating position so that the golden material rides up until it’s right below my pussy. Then when I cross my legs again, it happens. There’s a flash of raw pink, and it’s clear what that is. I just let this man see my glistening nether lips, and he swallows hard, unable to look away.