Chapter Five

Samuel

I looked at my watch and began a mental countdown timer.  Since Leandra was busy rummaging around in the enormous closet of her Soho penthouse, I figured it was safe to go on a quick break and handle some unfinished business.  It would probably take her ten to fifteen minutes just to pick out a pair of shoes.  God forbid she might arrive at the party without the perfect outfit.  Women.  Nothing but trouble.

Slipping into her bedroom unnoticed, I made a beeline to the en-suite bathroom.

Where the fuck did she keep her stupid face cream?  Ah, yes.  Top drawer on the left.  I might have felt guilty for wasting hundred dollar an ounce French toiletries, had it not been for the fact that I knew damn well she ordered them by the case.

Not giving the slightest fuck whether or not she noticed the giant gob removed from the jar, I began to rub it all over my cock.  Taking Leandra’s expensive perfume and giving a quick spritz down below, I was finally ready to complete the mission.

Was this act of self-pleasure extremely lame and made me feel like a creep?  Fuck yes.  Did I have an alternative?  Hell no.

Using face cream as lube, because God knows Vaseline won’t work since it doesn’t smell like her, I quickly stroked my cock while masturbating to the image of Leandra’s naked body in the shower.

While roughly gliding my hand back and forth across a rock hard erection, I pictured the drops of water running down her breasts while she pleasured herself with the vibrator.  Yeah, it should have been me inside her instead of that cheap Chinese dildo, but it’s not like I had a choice.

Deeply inhaling the scent of her perfume while I milked my cock like a madman, I fantasized about how the shower scene might have gone a different way.  Maybe I would have marched over to her and taken what should have been mine.  I would have thrown that toy across the room, shoved the spoiled brat against the wall spread eagle in the same position that I found her last night, and fucked my boss the way she needs it.

My dick momentarily deflated when that Italian asshole’s face interrupted my fantasy.  I don’t think Leandra knew how long I watched her in the club, or realized the amount of blind fury that consumed me as it became obvious what was about to happen.  I was there for the entire interaction…from the time she guided his hand someplace it didn’t belong, until the very end when I made sure the rotten bastard got what he deserved.  Maybe I shouldn’t have let things go that far, but I wanted to see if she’d follow through with it or end up changing her mind.  I’ll never know how the situation might have played out if he’d been better equipped down below.  Let’s just say that the expression on her face was more ‘disappointed’ than ‘awestruck.’

The thing that pissed me off the most was that it never had to happen in the first place.  I should have been the one with my hands all over her.  Not him.

Was I jealous?  Fuck yes.  Could I fault the lady for letting someone else attempt to get her off when I refused to do it myself?  No.  I had no right.  Leandra made it perfectly clear that I could have her any day of the week.  It wasn’t fair to expect such a stunning woman to wait around forever while I constantly denied what we both desperately craved.

Her.  I needed her.

Shoving all thoughts out of my head except for the vision of my boss’s face as she smirked at me while running a hand down her body, I pumped away at my cock.

Leandra’s full breasts begging for me to take them in my mouth and taste her.

Pump, Stroke, Harder, Faster.

Leandra parting her thighs while I knelt on the cold shower floor and shoved my tongue into her neatly trimmed pussy.

Stroke, Stroke, Tighter, Harder, Faster.  So close.  Almost there.

Leandra screaming my name as I finally sank my cock into her tight cunt and showed her what she’s been missing all this time.

Exploding all over the wadded up tissue in my other hand and forcing myself not to make a sound, I finished the job and flushed the evidence down the toilet.

Yes, I just jacked off in my boss’s private bathroom while using girlie perfume and face cream, pretending it was her hand on my cock instead of mine.

Shameful?  Probably. 

But it was better than allowing myself to give in and fuck her, end up quitting or getting fired when she got tired of me and moved on to someone new, and then being unemployed and out of options in New York City.

Reminding myself of the reason I so desperately needed the kind of money unable to be made at any other type of job, I washed my hands and got back to work.

“Why the hell were you in my bathroom?” Leandra asked with surprise as I stepped into her enormous master bedroom.

“I came up here to see what was taking so long and to find out if you were finally ready to leave.  The closet light was on, so I took a minute to use the restroom.  I didn’t know it was illegal to take a piss on company time,” I responded, extremely grateful I snuck a spank break when I did.  After taking one look at her outfit, I knew I would have suffered all night long with a raging hard-on and no outlet for it.

Further adding to my torture, Leandra spun around and showcased her figure in a barely-there gold mini-dress.  Tan, toned legs seemingly went on forever, a scrumptious ass called out to be squeezed, and a pair of heavenly breasts begged for my attention.

“I’m ready,” she purred seductively.

I went over every single option in my head, frantically trying to come up with a way to fuck her without it resulting in disaster, and drew a blank.  Looks like it’s another night ending in a case of blue balls.

“Don’t bitch at me when you get cold.  I’m not giving you my jacket,” I snapped at her, putting up as many emotional walls as I could find.  Solid brick walls.  No, make that impenetrable concrete.  Yeah.  Whatever works.

“One doesn’t waste so much effort on a body like this without dressing it in a way to fully show off my assets, Samuel,” she advised, licking her lips and taking a minute to check me out in return.  “That suit might be my new favorite.  It clings to your muscles in all the right places.”

I remember the days when I lived in jeans and t-shirts.  Now I ran around in thousand dollar suits tailored to fit me like a second skin.  Don’t get me started on the shoes and the watch.  Anything she tried to buy me always got pawned for quick cash, but some things had to be kept.

“Are you ready to go?  We have a lot of stops to make tonight.  I assume you want to start with your brother’s place and then hit Angela’s party.  Am I missing anything?” I asked, knowing full well I was not.  In order to make myself invaluable and keep this job, I put in the legwork to stay on top of things.  I was worth every penny Leandra paid me as her number two in command.  Being an outsider, no one gave me the respect I deserved and it was really fucking annoying.  However, once a man delivered enough beat downs, then people began to shape up.  Fear is a decent motivator.

“We could just stay here…” Leandra offered, batting fake eyelashes my way and gazing up at me with bedroom eyes.  If she had any clue how close I was to giving in and throwing her on the bed…no.  I can’t do that.

“I think that’s a great idea.  It wouldn’t kill you to have a night in and watch a movie or something while I go back to my place.  I should get a decent night’s sleep in preparation for my fight tomorrow anyway.”

“Fuck that shit.  I’m not sitting on my couch and flipping channels while Angela throws a party without me.  This is the city that never sleeps, Samuel.  I’ll relax when I’m dead.  Until then, I plan on living as much as I can.”

Yeah.  That’s exactly what I thought she’d say.

I rolled my eyes in resignation and proceeded through the rest of her apartment while cursing under my breath.  That lazy bastard Fritz was chilling in the kitchen and playing on his phone while sucking down a nice cold beer.  I envied him. The fucker had been employed by the family for years and appeared to be well respected by everyone.  Instead of reporting to me, they turned to him for direction…and he did nothing to change the hierarchy.   

The hired goon ignored me completely as though I weren’t even there, and instantly addressed Leandra the moment she walked into the room.

“Hey boss, I got news that you’re not going to like.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot of shit lately, Fritz.  Be more specific,” she demanded.

“I put the word out that we’re looking for information and got a couple hits.  Fat Tony talked to a guy that knows a guy that heard about the punk who caused problems at the gym today.”

“I’m listening,” Leandra stated impatiently, tapping her long nails against the granite counter and leaning over to show way too much cleavage for my liking.  This flirtatious move did not go unnoticed by Fritz.  I’m positive he would have made a play for her if there was any indication she’d be interested. 

“I…um…I mean…did you fire one of the bartenders at your club last night?  Word on the street is that Sinner’s Paradise is now short an employee and he was the wrong guy to mess with.  The gym guy is the bartender’s cousin.”

“That would explain why he was yelling at me not to fuck with his family.  Thus begs the million dollar question…who the hell are these jerk-offs?” she asked curiously.  “I run a background check on every single person we hire to make sure they’re not trying to run a sting operation.  Anyone who applies for a job goes through ‘human resources’ to make sure they’re clean.”

Yes, she used air quotes for the term ‘human resources.’  Turns out she has a couple cops on the payroll and they’re kind enough to do a few favors for the right price.  I had to hand it to the woman, she was nothing if not thorough.

“I can’t answer that,” Fritz replied.  Clearly his top secret sources sucked at getting information.  I wished I could have been more help, but since I’ve only lived here for seven months there wasn’t much I knew.  This problem ate away at me every single day.  Most of the other guys made it painfully clear that if I hadn’t been hand-picked by Leandra, there’s no way in hell I’d be part of their crew.

“We’re going out for the night, Fritz.  Keep an eye on things and let me know if you get any more information.”

Leandra grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and motioned for me to lead the way.  She was uncharacteristically silent as we rode the elevator down the fourteen floors to her building’s private underground parking garage.  I suppose I could call it my building, since I lived here too.

“Still get nervous riding in the elevator?” she asked in amusement while I looked around like a deer caught in the headlights.  It made no difference that I’d traveled up and down every single day since she insisted I move in five months ago.  It felt too confined and claustrophobic.

In response, I merely grunted and counted the seconds until I could safely escape this tin death trap. 

“Honestly, Samuel, this elevator is practically the size of the room you lived in before I set you up on the penthouse floor.  One would assume you might appreciate the rise in status.”

A few weeks after hiring me, Leandra insisted on knowing where I lived.  She followed me back to the seedy hotel and had a fit.  The next thing I knew, my address was upgraded to one of the two small guest suites next to her enormous apartment.  Of course, the entire fourteenth floor belonged to the savvy business woman.  After learning the amount of rent she paid, I nearly had a heart attack.

“What should we drive tonight?  Convertible?  SUV?  My Porsche?  I have a need for speed,” my boss purred seductively, staring at her fleet of cars the way a normal person looks at their closet and tries to decide what to wear.  No matter how long I was surrounded by this lifestyle, I would never get used to it.

“We’re taking my Audi,” I replied, answering the question in a definitive way so as to avoid her arguments.  I hated driving anything else.  I knew this car like the back of my hand.  Obviously it was in Leandra’s name and not mine, just another thing to piss me off.

I walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for my boss.  Instead of sliding into her seat, Leandra paused and stared up at me with the slightest hint of a smirk.  As soon as the scent of her perfume hit my nose, I had to force myself to concentrate on the task at hand.  I was here to do a job and nothing more…most definitely not to turn her around, press her up against the car, and slide a hand underneath that short gold dress.

“Get in,” I snarled way too harshly, fighting to regain control of myself.  Once I was in the driver’s seat and could focus all my attention on the road instead of the tantalizing woman sitting next to me, things might cool off a little.

Leandra seemed to be in a pensive mood this evening, thankfully, and she busied herself with conspiracy theories instead of trying to flirt with me.

“Let’s go over all the facts one more time, Samuel.  When I talk things out, it becomes clear in my head.  Someone…or more than one person…is trying to test my role as commander of this whole operation.  You’re loyal, Bennie would never fuck me over, Angela always has my back, and that’s about it.  Shorty and Fritz have never given me a reason to doubt either one of them, but who knows?  I’m questioning everything right now.”

“What about Ian?” I asked, daring to mention her piece of shit brother.

This earned me a raised eyebrow and a shake of the head.

“I know you hate him, Samuel, but I’ve never really been able to figure out why.  The drugs?”

“I don’t need any other reason.  Addicts get sloppy.  He can’t be trusted.”

The idiot was a low life leech that did nothing but sponge off his sister.  From what I heard, their dad ran the whole show and his son never lifted a finger to learn the family business.  Once Jimmy Donahue got caught after some shady activities came into the light, his daughter was left holding the bag.  Why did the children always end up paying for the sins of the father?  I asked myself that question every fucking day.

We rode in silence for the rest of the drive to her brother’s apartment.  It was on the way to Angela’s party, so it’s not like I could bitch about having to take a detour and add extra time to the trip.

“Behave yourself,” Leandra demanded once we arrived at our destination, sticking a finger in my face and trying to look bossy.  Most of her minions fell in line after receiving a direct order, but I purposely disobeyed.  I tried to rebel and do my own thing at every opportunity.  I think that’s why she chased me with such determination.  Everyone wants what they can’t have.

Ian lived on the fourth floor, and I chose to take the stairs instead of the fucking elevator.  I knew it would annoy my boss.

“Every single time!” Leandra complained, huffing and puffing as she climbed the steps behind me.  “I’m only doing this because it’s an amazing workout for my thighs and also for the opportunity to stare at your ass!”

Making a mental note to let her go first next time, I chivalrously held open the stairway door once we arrived at Ian’s floor.

“What kind of a scene are we going to walk in on?” I asked uneasily, in no mood to find out.  Let’s just say that the relationship I had with Leandra’s brother was full of tension…and leave it at that.

“I’ll go in and scope it out for you, big baby,” she muttered in amusement.  Under normal circumstances, I would always survey the room first and check for threats before letting her enter.  However, all bets were off when it came to Ian.

“Wow,” Leandra exclaimed, face instantly lighting up as she entered the apartment after knocking with the secret code.  One of the first things I learned was the danger in simply knocking and walking right through the door.  That was the quickest way to have a gun pointed at your head.

I swiftly followed and forced myself not to show emotion at the events taking place inside Ian’s apartment.  A pair of naked ladies were currently in the act of groping each other’s breasts and moaning in fake delight while staring into a video camera.

“CUT!” Ian shouted in annoyance.  “You ruined my scene, Lee!  They finally said their lines correctly and now I have to start all over!”

Yes, Leandra’s brother was a coke addict with a penchant for filming porn movies.  Kill me now.  Please.