Page 4 of The Sicuro

As I approach my door, I can see there is a parcel resting against it, I unlock my door and push it open before picking it up. It’s a decent size but doesn’t weigh a lot, as I lift it, I notice the second behind it. I drop the one I have in my hands in the doorway before picking up the other. It’s the size and weight of shoes and I haven’t ordered any, but I did spend an evening last week drinking wine and putting things in my online basket. I pick it up and scoop up the other before dropping them on the couch so I can take off my coat and trainers. Both boxes are wrapped in brown paper and sealed with ribbon, there’s no delivery address on them making me think they have been delivered here by mistake. I notice a small envelope slipped under the ribbon on the shoe box. I open it.

A car will be here at 8,

Wear these,

It’s cleared with Mr DeMarco.

What the fuck! It’s from him. How does he know where I live? I didn’t agree to this, my anger reignited. He is an arrogant arsehole, he didn’t even leave his name. There is not a chance I am going out with him, so there is no need to even open the parcels. I grab my computer and start to type out an email for HR, but not having his name is going to make it difficult to pursue a complaint. I spend the next hour trying to figure out what to tell them but get nowhere.

Five

Gabriel

After I left the bar I went back to my apartment, wanting to be left in peace for a while, because soon enough things were going to be busy. At least I can take my mind off it all and occupy myself with Kelcie for a while this evening. Although I haven’t even thought about where I am going to take her. I just decided that I was having her and thought no further ahead. I told her that I was picking her up at eight, she tried to decline but I could tell by her body’s response to me that she wouldn’t be able to refuse me for long. I could have offered her a job to earn extra cash, some of the girls do them for members’ private events, but Kelcie has always declined. Plus, they shouldn’t be offered directly to them by members, they are offered via the HR team, vetted by me and they can say no with no repercussions. The one thing that is not to be offered, on any terms is any kind of work that would demoralise or humiliate them. It’s also in the contract that they are not to undertake any kind of pornographic, or sex work, it helps to keep the girls safe.

One of the members, Mr O’Connell who owns Pulse Entertainment, had previously attempted to get the girls to work for him. It was highlighted to the security team and subsequently, he was quickly ejected from the bar. David reminded him of the etiquette that is expected, and not with words.

Knowing that Kelcie isn’t one to spend her evenings in bars or restaurants, and rocks around in jeans and oversized jumpers or t-shirts, I have a dress and shoes sent to her that I know she will look flawless in. Deciding that I will keep it simple and take her for dinner, but somewhere not too close where people may know me. She doesn’t need to know that I am now her boss.

I am at her place for 8pm and my driver goes to her door but returns to the car unaccompanied.

“What’s the problem?” My words are sharp, and he looks uneasy.

“She’s not coming.”

“Say again.” I heard him but want him to clarify. He clears his throat before repeating himself.

“She’s not coming.” This is something that I’m not used to. It’s not that I go around ‘picking up’ women, but I’ve never been turned down.

“Why?” There is a short silence, I look in the rear-view mirror. My driver’s eyes meet mine.

“She said that she doesn’t socialise with members.” You can see his confusion. A grin spreads across my face. At least I know that she is loyal to her job. It’s the first time I’ve eventhought about fucking an employee and the first time I’ve been knocked back. Her attitude makes me want her more, I get out of the car, I will get her myself. I walk the short distance to her door, and knock, she answers, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, sweats, and a baggy t-shirt. Regardless of her outfit I still see her curves as the fabric of her t-shirt rests against them. She is trying to keep a stern face.

“Can I help you?” She tries to keep her words sharp but blunt.

“No Sir this evening?” I like it when she calls me it, it’s like she is being submissive to me.

“I’m not at work, and you shouldn’t be here.”

“Was the dress and shoes not your style?”

“Like I told your driver I don’t socialise with members.”

“As I told you, Mr DeMarco has cleared it,” the words feeling absurd coming out of my mouth, talking about myself in third person.

“And you expect me to take your word for this? If he cleared this, I would have been informed by him, not by you.”

A soft laugh takes over me. Fuck this girl isn’t easily won over, and she knows how things work within The Sicuro even though she has only been there six months. How the hell am I going to get this girl to dinner?

“OK, I fucked up. I’d like to take you for dinner,” the words snap out of my mouth and her lips tighten.

“And as I said I don’t socialise with members.”

Her words are frank and to the point, yet I can still see her erect nipples pokingunderneath her oversized t-shirt which is branded with a band’s name across the front. I wonder if she listens to the band or if it’s just a shirt she throws on. I don’t even care, my dick doesn’t either, I can feel him waking up and pushing against my trousers. Fuck I need to have her.

“So, are we done?”

She’s asking even though she could easily slam this door in my face and walk away. I question if I should tell her who I am, or let her continue to wonder, she hasn’t asked, and it was clear she didn’t know when I asked her at the bar. I’m staring at her thinking how to get her, even considering grabbing her by her wrist and dragging her to the car, she turns and picks up the boxes and shoves them into my chest.

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