Chapter 2

• Lorenzo D’Angelo was a regular VIP customer to a lot of high end clubs and parties, and as the catch that he was, he was always seen with people who were as wealthy and good looking as him, and with a good number of women on each arm. That was just how exciting his life had been.
• Had.
• But then again, after the high comes the low, and the proverbial low hit Lorenzo D’Angelo hard, as all the things he used to see as shiny and cool were not so interesting to him anymore. He got bored of all the clubs as he grew older, and the usual urge to be seen with at least two or three good looking women with him just faded instantly.
• Everything became plain black and white to him, and he threw his attention and all his time into his work.
• But only the last week, Lorenzoo Salvatore's best friend, Antonio Rossi had called to tell him about some of the new girls at Piccolo Mono disco, the new club that Madam Lucy, an old sexual partner of his, owned. Antonio had told Lorenzo that they were sure to be able to revive his long lost interest in those kind of things, and that maybe, just maybe, Lorenzo would be able to rekindle that spark that had always been a part of him and grow it into something much bigger.
• A roaring flame.
• Lorenzo was reluctant to go to the club once again, but Antonio has assured him that he would surely find someone who would catch his interest.
• There was nothing for Lorenzo D’Angelo to lose, of course. With the exception of his precious time, that is.
• And so, he eventually decided to go to Piccolo Momo disco and walked straight to one of the VVIP rooms.
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• Lorenzo stood on the rug in the middle of the spacious office, as he took in the redecorated place with a curl of his lips at the sight of the woman sitting at the table.
• The office spelt out wealth and luxury. The walls were decorated with pictures of scantily clad men and women at the far corner end of the room and there was one of a tiger that took up half of the adjacent wall. The room was clouded with the rich fragrance of expensive air scents, and Lorenzo, who was not entirely a fan of such could almost feel his nose hairs falling off.
• There was a pole at the centre of the room, and it was not one for hanging a coat or for just holding it for fun. It was for her entertainment during her leisure, as one of the favourite ways in which Miss Lucy loved to spend her leisure was to have a stripper over, male or female, and have them do their thing.
• Miss Lucy sat at her own end of the table, her blood painted lips set in a small frown as she regarded the man who stood tall and sharp before her, his hands in each pocket of his pants.
• She was dressed in a figure hugging black and red gown and her hair was in curls that bounced with the smallest movement of her head. With a sigh, she stood and crossed her arms across her chest, her frown melting into a seemingly sincere smile as she looked at Lorenzo.
• "You do not have to stand up, Miss Lucy, I was going to sit soon." Lorenzo said, adjusting his toe.
• "When hell freezes over? I was even surprised you came to visit me honestly. Now, sit down, won't you?" Miss Lucy said to Lorenzo, who wore a small smile on his lips too.
• "Fine." He said, and took a seat, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. Then she peered at him from under her long lashes.
• "So, Dommy Bear, why did you come to see me? And I know it is not because you missed me or wanted to see how I was doing, that I'm sure." Miss Lucy asked.
• "What if I said that I just wanted to see how you were doing. Re-enact what we had done before, a log of times again. What would you do?" Lorenzo fingered the long stem of the black rose.
• Miss Lucy took a miniature whip and hit Lorenzo on his hand.
• "Ooh, still kinky, I see." Lorenzo said.
• "Drop my flower! And I would call absolute bullshit. Do not play games, everyone loves a man who is straight to the point, you know?" She said, twirling her hair and focusing her gaze on the picture of the tiger on the wall.
• "You have a girl here—" Lorenzo started.
• "Do not start like that, honey. I have a lot of girls here. You want one of my girls, don't you?" Miss Lucy asked.
• "Yes, Einstein. I want one of your ladies." Lorenzo said, looking around her office once more.
• "Do you have her name?" Miss Lucy said, bringing out her phone.
• "Or the colour of the garments she wore, maybe? I might be able to help if you could do that for me." Miss Lucy shrugged and looked at him.
• "She was dressed in purple garments." Lorenzo said curtly, and Miss Lucy dropped her phone.
• "Ah, I did not have to check to know who you were talking about. That is one of my best girls."
• "If what I saw was the real thing and my eyes did not fail me, she was by far the best girl you have got in this establishment." Lorenzo said, his face unsmiling.
• "I want a personal performance from her. Just her, and just me." Lorenzo stated.
• "I am sorry, but I am afraid that I cannot do that. That young lady that you are talking about is new to the business, and I cannot allow her to do such yet." Miss Lucy paused as she took in the look of displeasure on Lorenzo's face.
• "But I can give you some of my other finest girls. Zira, not her real name of course, offers quite a show. She also has a nice set of breasts, and what's more? They are real!" Miss Lucy said, crossing her legs.
• "There is even Dani, she wears her hair in a bob, and has nice, shapely hips. She also wears glasses and she's perfect for the nerd cosplay fetishes some of you men have got." Miss Lucy ticked an invisible box in the air as she said so.
• "And Ophelia, the one in green. She is skinny, yes. But she has got a lot of passion and zest, and her excitement for whatever it is she does is contagious, I can assure you, I've experienced that myself firsthand! And Wand—" Lorenzo cut her off.
• "I am sure that I do not want any of those girls, Luce. I only want the girl in the purple garments. Why can you not give her to me?" He asked gruffly.
• "I already explained the reason to you. She is new and I do not want her to get sudden exposure—" He cut in again.
• "Be rest assured, she would not be exposed to anything or anyone. I just want her for me, for now. That is all. Why are you being like this, queen?" Lorenzo asked Lucy.
• "I am not being like anything and you know that. The thing is, there are some girls that I do not just give to clients for personal reasons. Two girls actually, and one of them is the girl you are asking for, see?" Miss Lucy said, her blood red lips twisting into a pout afterwards.
• Lorenzo gave an egoistic smirk, crossing one of his legs over the other and shaking his head. Miss Lucy sighed.
• "I have only made you to want her even more, right?" She said as she held her head in her hands.
• "You know me well enough, Luce. And I must have her, not later, not any other day, but tonight. Now."
• "And I feel offended that you think that I could be persuaded so easily." Miss Lucy huffed with her hands folded across her chest, pushing her voluminous breasts up.
• Lorenzo's eyes flickered from her face to her bust momentarily and then he flicked his tongue across his teeth.
• "Ah, ah, ah. I never said that, but you did just tell me that you could be persuaded. Just not so easily." Lorenzo said with an arrogant smirk.
• "Miss Lucy, name your price." Lorenzo leaned forward, resting a hand on the table.
• "There is no price, Mr Salvatore." She hissed at him.
• "Two million." Lorenzoick said, as if testing the waters. Miss Lucy's head was slightly turned to the side, and sort of facing the ceiling.
• "Two point five million." Lorenzo said. Miss Lucy's head remained in the same position.
• "Four million. Final." Lorenzo said with a smirk, leaning back. "I could easily find a girl of the same height and stature anyway. I could get someone who could dance even better than her too."
• Miss Lucy scoffed and placed her perfectly manicured hand on the table, looking at Lorenzo straight in the eye.
• "Add a point five, and you have got yourself a deal." She frowned, tapping at the table.
• "I'll just make it five million instead." Lorenzo said and produced an unfilled cheque and a pen from his person, and then he wrote on it.
• "Here you go. Enjoy." He smiled.
• Miss Lucy stood up, gesturing to him after she had collected the cheque.
• "Here, follow me." She said.
• "I hope you know better than to double cross me, Luce. I asked for a specific—" Miss Lucy cut him in with an eye roll.
• "Shut your whining, Mr Salvatore and stop being so afraid, she is there, I would bring her to you." Miss Lucy said. "Just wait here."
• And as she went into the room that emitted a purple glow when it was opened, Lorenzo was almost sure that that was the room of the girl he had asked for.