“Well, hurry up then… You have to finish fast!”
“I know…” Enzo was breathing heavily, fiercely rocking his hips against her butt.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
His balls were hitting her ass, and their skin was now sweaty and all red.
The man outside banged on the door again. “You hear me? No fucking in the toilets! Get out of here or I will call the police.”
“Shut up!” Enzo yelled back at him. He tried to concentrate and accelerated, going harder and deeper inside her.
Brandi was speechless. She had never seen anyone like him before. The pleasure was building up and was so intense she couldn’t say a word. She closed her eyes, curled her toes and scratched his skin with her fingers before climaxing again.
“Ooooh yeahhh!” She screamed, banging the back of her head against the mirror behind her.
The man outside the door screamed again. “Enough! Get out now!”
“Fuck man!” Enzo yelled at him.
“Enzo?? Is it you again man?!” The voice said.
“Shut up Sean!” Enzo said in frustration. He pulled his sex out of her and threw the condom in the bin. He was furious. There was too much distraction now - he couldn’t finish anymore. “Damn it!”
Even though she wanted more, Brandi quickly got on her feet and adjusted her dress, ready to leave.
“You know him?” She asked while picking up her panties on the floor.
“Yeah… Kind of…” He said, cleaning himself and getting dressed as well.
Sean banged on the door again. “You have to stop doing that, Enzo! You’ll get me fired!”
“Relax, Sean! I’m done. Let me get dressed for Christ’s sake!” Enzo said. Then he looked at Brandi. “I’m done. Are you ready?”
She nodded and Enzo unlocked the door. Sean immediately opened it and rushed inside - he seemed really pissed. “Man, what are you doing? You can’t keep doing that again, bro! We need to talk… Seriously… Say good bye to the lady and get in my office in five minutes.”
“Relax Sean, I…”
“No more talking, man. I’ll ban you from the club if you don’t listen to me. I’m serious! In my office. Five minutes. Get it?” Sean said with a firm voice.
“I’ll be there…” Enzo said with a neutral look on his face. He didn’t seem worried at all and wasn’t intimated by Sean’s threat.
Brandi was smiling at him. “That was great… You know how to treat a woman. You’re special… I really liked it…”
“My pleasure…” He said, gently pushing her out of the men’s restrooms as they were leaving.
She quickly turned around to face him and she kissed him. “I know you didn’t finish… So… If you need me, I’ll be happy to help. Don’t hesitate. I live alone a few blocks from here…” She said, giving him her business card.
He quickly glanced at it and shoved it into his pocket.
Brandi Hall - Director.
Quinn Media Corp.
He knew what she wanted. He was used to hear that same speech over and over - all these girls wanted to see him again. And even though it was clearly a one-
night stand for him, nearly all of them had hopes for more.
“I’m not interested…” He said without kissing her back.
“Bloody hell, you’re a tough one…” She said, stepping back. “Well, I AM interested so give me a call if you change your mind.”
“I won’t change my mind.” He said coldly. “Now you can go…”
“What the fuck… Who the hell are you?” She said crossing her arms and frowning.
“I’m Enzo Fancelli…”
And he walked away without looking back.
Enzo entered in the office where the big black bouncer was sitting behind his desk. Sean was the head of security of the club and he and Enzo had known each other for many years.
Enzo was a regular client. He
’d started going out to the
Monte Cristo
about five years ago, at the age of 23. Everybody knew him from the valet drivers, the bouncers, the waiters, the barmen and even the janitors.
“Enzo!” Sean said when he saw him. “You gotta stop man, seriously. You can’t keep banging chicks in our club, this isn’t a motel.”
The way Enzo carried himself indicated he was perfectly comfortable and at ease - it wasn’t the first time he was paying a visit to Sean in his office.
“Not my fault, man. Look at the kind of people who come here! That’s the kind of audience you attract. These girls are WILD… They’re rich and they don’t care; they just want to have fun. There are no rules for them, they do whatever they want!”
Sean raised his brows. “Do you realize you’re talking about yourself? That’s exactly the way YOU are!”
“You should tell your boss to open a special area for customers like me - he’d make lots of money. 50% of the men in here are single; the remaining 50% are married and happily cheat on their wives after they leave this club… Don’t quote me on the exact numbers, but you get the idea…”
Sean frowned and leaned back in his chair. “That’s not my problem, Enzo. People do whatever they want OUTSIDE of this club. But when you’re inside, you have to respect the rules! If you want to play with these girls, just take them somewhere! Go to a hotel, I don’t know! You have money man! Bring them to your place or take their number, whatever… I don’t care, but stop using our restrooms to empty your balls! We’ve received several complaints from angry customers, I’ve told you already…”
“And I told you, these guys were pissed because they couldn’t do what I did! They struggled just to get the girls’ attention, they’re losers. Don’t listen to them…” Enzo said calmly.
“But that’s not the point!” Sean slammed his fists on the table, sending a few sheets of paper on the floor. “Can you stop being so egotistical for a second? I should have kicked you out many times already but I didn’t because…” Sean paused and couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Say it, Sean… Say it! Why didn’t you kick me out already, uh?” Enzo said, still keeping a neutral face.
Sean lowered his voice. “Man, that was an accident. We talked about it already. That guy was reckless and we had to beat the shit out of him. One of my men went too far… Shit happens, bro! But we never wanted to kill him. I’m not a criminal, Enzo - I’m just trying to do my job. I got bills to pay, and a family. I don’t want no problems man…”
Enzo kept silent. In these moments, silence was a powerful weapon that he knew how to use to his advantage.
Sean felt the need to keep talking. “Okay, Enzo… I’m grateful for what you did that night to cover-up everything but…”
“I didn’t do anything. My dad did.” Enzo interrupted him.
“Fine, fine, I’m grateful for the help of your dad. But I can’t let you do anything you want like that. You’ve got to help me. Just party like everybody else! Have a drink, dance, hook up with some chicks, get their numbers and leave - just do things like normal people! Stop fucking in the toilets, my boss will fire me if he knows!”
Sean seemed genuinely frustrated and Enzo didn’t want to be a pain in the ass. He exhaled loudly like he was doing him a huge favor.
“Okayyyy… I’ll be
normal
for tonight.”
“No no no… Not just for tonight - all the time!” Sean rectified.
“Alright. Peace.”
They shook hands and Enzo returned to his table, where Chris was waiting for him.
“Where the hell have you been, bro?” Chris asked him. “I saw this girl coming back to her table but I couldn’t find you!”
“I was in Sean’s office…”
“The security guy? Why?”
“Forget it, that’s not important. Hey let’s celebrate your transfer to Miami!”
Chris laughed and brought his finger to his lips. “Shhh man, I told you that’s not official!”
“That’s okay, now it is!” Enzo called a waiter. “Bring us a bottle of champagne, we need to celebrate.”
“Cristal, sir?” The waiter suggested him.
Enzo shook his head. “No, I want to change… Armand De Brignac this time… Actually, bring me two bottles.”
A few minutes later, the waiter came back with two beautiful, golden bottles of champagne with the famous ‘Ace of Spades’ logo on them.
The waiter handed the bill to Enzo, but Chris tried to take it.
“I got it, Enzo.” Chris said.
“Shut up, it’s on me.” Enzo replied, taking the bill from the waiter’s hands. He took his leather wallet and flashed his black Amex Centurion to pay.
Chris patted him on the back with a smile on his face. “Thanks, man! You’re the best.”
Enzo gave him one bottle, and popped open his own. “YOU are the best! You’re the champ! Cheers!”
They both laughed and finished their bottle in less than fifteen minutes. The music was good and Enzo decided to follow Sean’s advice. He went to the dance floor and just danced with random girls, without any second thoughts.
He was wasted. He didn’t care about anything - he just wanted to have fun. Life was good. He approached a couple of girls and danced with them, without trying to go any further.
Chris was having a good time as well; he was busy kissing a girl who had recognized him and wanted to have her moment of glory with a famous athlete.
Eventually, they both returned to their table with a couple of girls to keep them company. Chris ordered another round of bottles and Enzo took his black card again, ready to pay.
“Don’t even think about it, man…” Chris said with a smile, gripping Enzo’s wrist so he couldn’t take the bill.
“Thanks…” Enzo said.
“It’s cool, man.”
At the sight of his black Amex, the girl next to Enzo approached him and took him by the arm. “Is that a Centurion?” She asked.
Enzo put his wallet back in his jacket. “Yep…” He said without looking at her.
“What do you do for a living?” She asked him.
“I make money…” He said without paying attention to her.
She giggled and looked confused. “That’s not an answer… Everybody makes money from their job! I make money too in that case! Come on, tell me - what do you do?”
I’m a trader, bitch. My job is to make money…
He rolled his eyes - that girl wasn’t interesting at all. He disconnected and ignored her completely. She didn’t even seem upset and immediately changed her focus by turning to Chris.
Enzo knew this type of girls. He knew she’d started a conversation simply because she’d seen his black card. For these girls, going out was like a big lottery where they expected to win the jackpot - a rich and single man who’d become their sugar daddy.
He looked around and suddenly felt tired. Not physically, but somewhere deep inside. He couldn’t explain it but it didn’t feel right. Without any particular reason, he realized he was bored.
The party was great but somehow, he couldn’t enjoy it until the end. He’d had enough.
“Hey Chris, I think I’m going to leave, man. I’m just going home, I need to sleep.” He said to his friend.
“What? Come on, old man! Stay! We’ve got champagne and we’ve got hot chicks, why you want to leave? What happened to you?”
“It’s okay, Chris. Just stay and enjoy, I’m done for tonight.”
“Really? Too bad, man… We should go out again before I go to Miami!”
“Definitely! Okay, see you. Take care.”
Enzo stood up and was ready to leave, when a tall and ugly man in his 40s approached him.
The stranger put a hand on him and squeezed his traps, that little muscle between the neck and the shoulder.
“Get off me, man! What do you want?” Enzo said, pushing him away.
“My friends told me that you’ve fucked with my girl?” The stranger said with a strong Russian accent.
“Dude, I’ve fucked a lot of chicks in my life. You’ve got to be more specific.” Enzo said to provoke him.
“They saw you getting out of the toilets with her.” The Russian said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t mess with me, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
“Oh wait a second… Yeah I remember now. You’re talking about… Brandi? Sorry dude, she didn’t mention about you! She probably needed a real man to satisfy her…”
“You little piece of shit!” The face of the Russian turned red and he grabbed Enzo by the shirt, raising his fist in the air.
Hands in his pockets, Enzo remained perfectly calm. He saw the blow coming but didn’t even bother blocking his arm. He knew he wouldn’t need to.
The Russian didn’t know how to fight - his stance wasn’t solid and the amplitude of his arm was way too wide to be dangerous.
A pro would have punched him with v
ery short, compact and almost invisible blows but that guy was doing the exact opposite. He was literally telling him
‘Hey, look at my fist! I’m going to hit you in the face!’
Enzo flexed his abs to keep his balance and threw his head forward, right in the middle of the Russian’s face. He completely smashed his nose and knocked him out instantly.
The poor guy fell on the floor unconscious, his face covered with blood.
“
Wow wow wow! What happened Enzo? Are you okay?” Chris said as he jumped on his feet.
People started to scream and the DJ stopped playing the music. The whole club was totally silent when the security staff arrived.
Sean was leading them, ready to rumble.
“My goodness, Enzo! You again! What’s wrong with you?” Sean said, totally helpless.
“I didn’t look for trouble, Sean. This guy came to me and wanted to fight. What did you want me to do?” Enzo protested.
Sean turned around and quietly told his men to leave them alone. “That’s okay, guys. I’ve got it. And tell the DJ to keep playing his fucking music…”
Then, he looked at Enzo and crossed his arms on his chest. “Let me guess… You banged his girl, right?”
“I had no idea, man. She didn’t say anything. It’s not my fault if she’s not faithful.”
The DJ started playing the music again and Sean had to scream to be heard.
“Maybe you could avoid that kind of situation if you simply STOPPED doing what you do! I should call the police, you know that? But I’m going to give you one last chance… You know what I’m going to tell you, right?”
“Yeah, no need to tell me. I was going home anyway…”
“Yeah, go home… and never come back!”