Page 25 of Blinded By The Sun
King
I don’t know what it is but I like Ciro’s family. His brother is cool and his cousin, Boston, makes me laugh even when I probably shouldn’t be laughing. I haven’t known them for longer than an hour but they seem like genuine people. I can tell, especially growing up in the brothel lifestyle where you have to assess people. Matteo looks over at me and I smile at him. He smiles back but looks down.
“Dad,” he calls out to Boston.
“Yeah?”
“I need to go for my shoot. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.” Matteo states
I look at Boston. His hair is down and flowing deeply down his back. It makes him look like an ancient god. I smile at that.
“Yeah, yeah, you can go. You have the car for today, don’t do nothing stupid.”
“Yes!” He exclaims.
“You’re a model?” I ask Matteo.
He looks at me and nods with a smile on his face, “Yeah, you want to come to my shoot and check it out? That would be super cool. Mom and dad don’t enjoy going because they’re busy, apparently.” he says. “Dad, can I take King with me?”
Boston looks at me. “Do you want to go? It’s boring as hell.” he teases.
I nod. “Yeah, I want to go. Unless you don’t want me to go, Ciro?” I turn my head to look his way.
Ciro looks up from his phone with a shadow cast over his expression, sort of like something else is bothering him. He grins completely wiping off that expression. “I don’t see why not? Take Bobby and Smyth with you.”
“Thanks.” I get up, excited. “I’ll be right back, Matteo. let me get ready.”
* * *
It doesn’t take me too long to get ready. I wear a blue floral print thin strap top that reaches midriff and shorts set. I search around and wear heels. I don’t want to, but I know people appreciate heels and they make a better impression. I don’t want to embarrass Matteo. I put my hair up in a high, messy bun. I do what the lady taught me with my makeup and what I remember the ladies back at the club used to show me. Something simple and light that will make others think you don’t have any makeup on. I complete it with a red lip to make everything pop.
I make my way back to the living room where the guys have moved to. “I’m ready. We can go now, Matteo.”
Matteo stands but stops when he notices me. “You look sexy as fuck,” he says then as if he realizes what he just said. “Oh shit, sorry.”
Boston stands and slaps the back of his head. “Kid watch your mouth. The fuck? I taught you better than that. Coming out here, embarrassing me like that.”
“Sorry, King,” Matteo says with a frown on his face.
I snicker. “It’s okay. Thank you for thinking I look nice.” I say, not wanting to bring more attention to him again.
“Come here,” Ciro says.
I look past Matteo to see Ciro glaring at me. I make my way to him and stand in front of him. “Turn around,” he commands. I do as he asks. “Bend over and touch your toes, I want to see if I can see your pussy with these little ass fucking shorts.”
I turn to look at him. “I’m wearing panties.” I say nonchalantly.
“Yeah?” He asks. “Let me see. Matteo turn the fuck around and everyone else shut your damned eyes. I don’t have time to leave the room.” Ciro’s voice is hoarser than it was a second ago.
I turn back away from him and bend over touching my toes. I feel Ciro’s fingertips on my exposed thighs, and he bypasses my shorts and sneaks his fingers past my panties. He slips a finger inside of me. I feel as his other hand pulls my shorts further up, pulling them up exposing me even more. “Hmm…” he says. “Alright, I can make an exception. Stand up straight.” He removes his finger from inside me.
I do as he says, and he stands with me. He fixes my shorts and the outfit. He places his hands on my waist and turns me to face him. “How did I do?” I ask.
“Good. Better than most.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “Now, go have fun but remember you’re my toy. Do nothing that will have you getting more punishments. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ciro leans in and gives me his cheek. He taps it with his finger. I get on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek. “Alright.” He sits back down like nothing just happened. He slaps my ass for good measure as I walk away. I can feel the heat on my face. I’m definitely blushing. I can’t look his cousin or his brother in the eye as I follow Matteo out of the room.
