Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you. Natalia Esenina
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eyes. I bend over and whisper in her ear:
– If you are completely unpleasant, you can not do this.
I unbend and, holding my breath, hopefully waiting for an answer: courage should prevail.
This is what happens.
Olivia slowly turns her head from side to side and, wriggling, moves closer to me. Eyes sparkle with determination. There is a challenge in them. Everything in my jeans shudders.
I smile at her and speak loudly enough so that everyone around can hear:
– Okay. You yourself asked.
They cheer me up.
Moving to her waist, I bend over and touch my tongue to my stomach. From sour-salty taste saliva liberates abundantly. I close my lips and swallow it, and then I kiss the whole belly of Olivia and lick around my belly button.
She lies perfectly still while I eat salt. It’s over, I raise my head and see how Olivia reaches for me. This is such a subtle movement.
Olivia smiles impudently on me, rolls to her side and jumps off the rack to take up her workplace.
– Well guys, who should update?
And now the work in the bar “End” is in full swing. Now my only concern is to keep Pablo away from Olivia.
Chapter 11
My first thought on leaving is about Cache. Licking my belly. Climbing tongue into the navel. And then looking so languidly into my eyes.
God, I was ready to swallow it right there, on the spot!
Damn bad guys!
I blame everything on hereditary weakness for them, because reason insists: you need to look for someone more suitable. Like Nick.
Nick.
To myself, I even sighed on behalf of only one. Nick is as gorgeous as a brother. It is natural. They are twins. And although there are fewer extremes that attract me like a bee to honey, he is endowed with many traits that are very pleasant to me.
The phone rings. I look at the screen to read who it is, but the name along with the number does not appear, so I do not know the caller. I’m thinking whether to answer, but I’ve woken up already, what’s there.
– Hello?
“Good morning,” a rude voice growls at me. In a split second, I not only recognize him, but also react. Everything in my stomach trembles with joyful excitement.
“Good morning,” I return the greeting. This is the cache.
“I expected to talk to you yesterday, before you left.”
This phrase provokes an unpleasant thought about last evening: shortly before the last group (guests) fell out of the place, Nelli disappeared behind the door, which, as I saw, was used by Cash, and neither she nor he showed up. Pablo explained to me what to do when closing, and when we were done with everything, he suggested that we go to the car. I agreed. She was annoyed and was not going to sit and wait for Cash, like a little dog. Even if he gave me a job. This is a fundamental point. I remember, I even thought: Yes, he is the same as all the bad guys – a lover of fun, turn his head and, in the end, change.
Not that he shows by his appearance: I, they say, remain faithful to some beautiful lady; however, I would not be too surprised if he had someone.
Throwing these thoughts out of my head, I remind myself that I do not care about Cache. He is my employer, and that’s it. The end of the story.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you with Nellie,” I explain, hating myself for the caustic tone. “Pabdo showed me what to do.” Nothing wrong.
– Pablo, then?
I wonder or is his voice saturated with poison now?
– Yes. He is a great guy.
The cache grunts and pauses, after which it continues:
“Nelly is worried about something; she wanted to discuss this with me before tonight.” Actually, that’s why I’m calling you.
I feel relieved. Instantly. And I hate myself for that. The conflict of feelings annoys me. But even worse, now I’m thrilled. This bell foreshadows the evil.
– Any problems?
“Listen, I’m not one of those who will beat around the bush or get into other people’s strife, so I’ll tell you frankly.” Nelly doesn’t want to train you. She doesn’t have any special reason, she just doesn’t want to. I will not say what I think about it, it does not matter. It is important that I want you to work at The End. I know you have a special work schedule. If she cannot work with you, these are her problems, let her seek other activities that will make her happy.
“So what does all this mean?” What do you want to say?
“Well, when I said all this to Nellie, she decided to stay.” So you will study yourself. If you want, Nellie will deal with you. If not, I will do it.
The pulse quickens from the mere thought that I will spend so much time with Cash, and even in such close communication.
– Maybe this Pablo will work out with me?
Long pause. Finally, cache responds. The voice is harsh.
– Not. Pablo will not do this.
Thousands of thoughts swarm in my head, not the last of them, which makes me smile: is Cache jealous of me for Pablo?
– I do not know what to say. That is, I do not want Nelly to think that I refuse her services. But I won’t let myself survive. At the same time, I would not want her to have problems because of me.
“Her task is not to love you, but to show how to do things.” Is it because of this she may have problems?
Doubts are minimal. Regardless of what we have with Nellie, I know that if Cache starts working with me, it does not bode well. I’m just not responsible for myself if he is around.
“Well then, let Nelly deal with me.”
– That’s good. But if she starts to get you, immediately come to me.
“I will come,” I agree, not for a second intending to do so. No, I’ll deal with Nelly somehow. Either we get along, or we have to learn to work with someone we hate.
I run my hand through my tangled hair, hoping that in the end it will be the first, and not the second. It’s awful, terribly hard to work with someone who cannot bear your spirit.
“Nellie took leave tonight, so you don’t have to go to work until next weekend.” Unless you want to take an extra shift on Wednesday when Nelly is working.
Actually I need money. Classes in college will only begin on Thursday at eleven, so that I can somehow settle down, the main thing is that this does not become a habit.
– Wednesday is good. I can handle.
“Fine,” Cache says. Judging by the voice, with a smile. I am glad that he did not perceive my refusal of his services as a mentor as an insult.
I swear he has such a powerful ego that he did not think for a second to be offended.
– If