What about after you've fucked her and grown tired of her as you inevitably always do?
I'll cross that fucking bridge when I get to it. She can be moved out as easily as she's moved in.
I've never put a woman up in one of my places before, this was new territory for me, besides I wasn't exactly setting her up, she would be paying rent, pittance though it was.
"You sure that's all there is to it? There’s no secret passage leading from your lair to me, no midnight visits in the dark. I sleep with my nine homes, just saying."
"Have a lot of experience with midnight visits do you?"
"Not really no, but since it looks like my caliber of acquaintance is about to change for the worse a girl can never be too careful."
Did she just...?
"Did you just insult me again?"
"Who, lil ole me nevah."
I needed this shit? What the fuck, my life wasn't fucked enough with fucking turf wars and takeover attempts; I had to add this shit to the mix? Fuck.
"You want the place or not?"
"Of course I want it, but I want a contract in writing that states my nookie is not for sale Repeat, Arianna Rossi's nookie is not up for grabs."
I held the bridge of my nose between my fingers where I felt the headache starting.
"You're fucking insane you know that?"
"You want my apartment over the pub?"
"I could always drop your ass in the river; I'm thinking that might be doing a lot of people a favor. In fact I should take out an ad in the paper see if a mother-fucker would pay me to take you out."
"You're horny aren't you?"
"What the fuck?"
"It's the only explanation for your crankiness, either that or not enough bran in your breakfast cereal, come on then time's a wasting, let's go look at my new place of employment Don Vito."
This chick watched way too much TV. I was constantly having to glare at the two stooges who seemed to think everything out of her mouth was funny, the fucks.
Chapter 5
What am I doing; seriously, I'm going to take her to my club where I spend most of my time.
Out of all my businesses this one was my favorite hangout, now she'll be living down the hall from me, right fucking next door, and she'll be here in my face, there'll be no fucking escape. It's official, I've lost my fucking mind.
"Let's go."
I took her elbow and was surprised when she didn't pull away right away.
My club is called Spice, it has three levels with bar ,lounge and night club, each floor had textured walls in differing shades of blue from aqua to midnight blue, there were liquid floors on all three levels, the space had the capacity for three thousand and was usually full on the weekends with lines around the block. Mouth was sure to do good here if she didn't get herself killed; there are some pretty rough customers who liked to hang out in my place.
My head manager was waiting for us when we arrived since I'd called ahead and had her meet us here.
The place wouldn't be opened for business for a few hours yet, but there were staff members milling about getting things situated, I ran a tight mother-fucking ship and they knew not to fuck around.
"Teresa Ricci, Arianna Rossi, she'll be working the floor starting tomorrow night, get Jess to show her the ropes, show her around, explain shit. She has experience so it should just be a matter of learning the menus and how we do things around here."
I have no idea what happened between those two when Teresa showed her around, I was busy looking over the place, but as soon as they came back and Teresa moved off mouth was back in effect.
"Fucked that didn't you, you dog?" She sneered at me.
What the fuck?
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she gave me the death ray glare. Somehow I pegged you as having better taste than that. She looks like a poodle having a fucked up hair day."
Okay I couldn't gut the guys for laughing at that one, that was kinda funny, but damn, new dilemma.
Oh shit, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, mouth had no filter and Teresa was trying to get back on my dick, not gonna happen.
But I was for damn sure gonna try getting into mouth's snatch first chance I get , which might cause a problem with the two of them working in such close proximity.
"Well come on Luca Brasi I have to go pack."
"Would you stop with the Godfather shit already?"
"Whatever you say Santino, say bye to the happy hooker and let's be out.
Oh yeah, this had shit storm written all over it.
Chapter 6
In one week mouth has managed to alienate most of her co workers, except the guys, they of course loved her, the girls, not so much.
I got more complaints in the last few days than in the whole time that I've had this place. There was name calling, put downs and what some called just plain rude.