Chapter 14
"Then, where are you taking me today?" Ellis asked as she got into the back seat of Rocco's car, looking serious. "Could you ask your boss not to call me during work hours? I think I'm about to lose my job..."
"Mr. Amorielle gave instructions for your dinner," Rocco said briefly.
"Dinner?" Ellis repeated, raising an eyebrow. She turned to look out the window, admiring the New York skyline as she spoke. "We already had lunch together... now we're going to have dinner... Can you tell me where we're going to dine?"
"At Mr. Amorielle's house," Rocco calmly replied.
"Wow, don't you think your boss is moving a little too fast in our relationship?" Ellis joked towards Rocco, who didn't show any smile. She sighed and then said, "Soon he'll be introducing me to his mother..."
"I believe Mrs. Amorielle will be present... as well as all the families invited to the dinner," Rocco replied, staring at Ellis through the rearview mirror.
"Excuse me?" Ellis exclaimed, surprised. "Invited guests? What do you mean?"
"Mr. Amorielle is hosting a dinner at his residence and has invited all his acquaintances and close friends," Rocco explained, still looking at Ellis. "As well as you, miss."
"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not dressed for this kind of event," Ellis said, pointing to her button-down shirt and black pants. "In fact, I'm in my work clothes, where I should be right now."
"Don't worry, because Mr. Amorielle has already made all the preparations for you."
"Preparations? What preparations?"
Ellis was speechless as she entered the bustling J Sisters beauty salon in New York. The salon occupied a five-story century-old townhouse on 57th Street, with its dark floors, spacious layout, and refined furniture. Autographed photos of the stars who frequented the place adorned the walls of the waiting room. Everything was befitting the celebrity clientele that usually filled the place, but at the moment, it was strategically empty, with only the presence of the young woman, Rocco, and the seven salon owners.
"Welcome, Miss Barker," greeted Jocely Padilha, a Brazilian naturalized American.
"Thank you," Ellis replied shyly. She had read about the place, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself visiting it.
"Mr. Amorielle left instructions for you," Rocco said as he rummaged in his jacket pocket. Ellis already knew from the gesture that he would pull out a wad of cash, and she was right. "If you need more, I'll be back soon to settle it."
"Surely this is more than enough," Joceni commented, staring at the money handed to her. "She'll have the full package, right?"
"That's right," Rocco replied. He turned to Ellis. "You'll probably spend quite a while here, so I'll take care of some matters for Mr. Amorielle."
"Okay, but come back soon because I need to buy a dress for the dinner," Ellis said, nervously.
"Don't worry, Mr. Amorielle is probably already arranging your dress and shoes."
"How? He doesn't even know my size..." Ellis retorted, crossing her arms.
"Mr. Amorielle can tell a woman's body just by looking... He has never gotten a size wrong."
"We'll see if he's that good," Ellis said, receiving only a nod from Rocco, who had now left the salon. She turned to Joceni and said with
a nervous smile, shrugging her shoulders, "So, the full package, huh? What does that entail?"
The black satin cascaded down the pedestal in the private room where Vittorio sat, examining the tenth dress presented by the model from Maison Le Blanc, the one he had chosen to buy for Ellis. He carefully watched the young woman, who demanded that she looked exactly as the mafia boss had described Ellis. She turned slowly in the dress while Kina, the boutique owner, explained the details:
"This dress accentuates any silhouette with a beautiful neckline, thanks to the thin straps that give the bodice a gathered, asymmetrical draping while highlighting the bust. Additionally, the skirt has a high front slit. And to complete this alluring ensemble, the back is semi-open down to the middle of the back, with the zipper concealed. Your companion will need help putting it on," Kina commented, letting out a light laugh, but Vittorio remained serious in his seat. "We also have it in red, in case you're interested..."
"Bring the red one," Vittorio ordered, not taking his eyes off the model. "And Kina..."
"Yes, Mr. Amorielle?" Kina replied, stopping halfway.
"Don't rush to bring it," Amorielle ordered, looking at the woman, who understood the message perfectly.
As soon as Kina locked the door of the private room, Vittorio stood up and walked towards the model, who still had her back turned to him. The mafioso stepped onto the pedestal and, looking at the reflection of the young woman staring at him, began to slowly slide his fingers down the zipper he had proudly mentioned earlier. Amorielle opened the zipper slowly, revealing more and more of the young woman's back until he was surprised to find a Japanese tattoo on her lower back. He wondered if Ellis would also be daring enough to have a tattoo in such a strategic location.
"Do you like what you see?" the young woman asked, capturing Vittorio's attention. She smiled and continued, "It's what's written in my tattoo, or at least that's what the tattoo artist told me..."
"Nyūyōku-chū ga anata no umekigoe o kiku koto ga dekiru yō ni, watashi wa anata no naka ni watashi no chinpo o hageshiku oshikomu tsumoridesu..." Amorielle replied in Japanese.
"What does it mean?" the young woman asked as she turned towards Amorielle.
"It means..." Vittorio began, taking the young woman's hand and bringing it towards his navy blue pants, making her touch his hardened member. "Why don't you touch me and find out if I'm enjoying it..."
Her hand eagerly rubbed Vittorio, making him even more aroused. He then captured the brunette's lips, imagining if Ellis's lips were just as soft. Amorielle's hands impatiently searched for the dress straps, which slid down the young woman's arm, revealing her breasts to be savagely devoured by him. She moaned with each gentle bite on her nipple, all the while rubbing her hips against his.
The model then moved towards Vittorio's belt, unbuttoning and then undoing his pants. He forced her down towards his member while retrieving the condom strategically stored inside his navy blue suit. The woman's warm lips made him moan... Would Ellis also have lips so warm? Would she pleasure him with the same eagerness as this woman? Those were the thoughts running through his mind as he struggled to open the wrapper.
Seeing the condom in Amorielle's hands, the model took it and placed it in its proper
place. In return, Vittorio pulled her by the arms and lifted her onto his lap, carrying her to the largest sofa in the private room and placing her on her knees. He penetrated her in one swift motion, causing her to release a moan. That was just the appetizer compared to the increasingly louder moans she let out as Vittorio thrust into her faster and harder. He pulled her against him and then spanked her buttocks with all his might, all the while imagining Ellis being there with him. The mafioso imagined her saying:
"You'll never be able to buy me!"
"That remains to be seen!" Vittorio exclaimed, pulling the model's body forcefully against his, causing her to moan so loudly that undoubtedly it could be heard by everyone present at Maison.
Nyūyōku-chū ga anata no umekigoe o kiku koto ga dekiru yō ni, watashi wa anata no naka ni watashi no chinpo o hageshiku oshikomu tsumoridesu.: I intend to thrust my penis so forcefully inside you that it will make the whole of New York hear your moans.