The New Kid on the Block~chapter 12

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April Dancer took the elevator downstairs, meeting Joey Oystracher in the lobby, there he escorted her to the "The Setting Sun" bar in the rear of the casino, the entrance to which made her feel as thought she was walking into a secluded Japanese garden. Inside the restaurant it was dimly lit, with paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, waitresses dressed as Geishas padded around silently. There was music playing softly in the background, a theme she recognized from a Brando movie called, "Teahouse of the August Moon," at least that's what April thought it was. This was the sort of place where people could go not be seen, as there were private booths with Japanese style shoji doors that one could slide closed to hide those within from view. The decor was a rather bizarre contrast to the rest of the hotel.

"My, isn't this a cozy little place," she smiled as she slipped onto the embroidered bench seat of the booth.

"It is indeed," Joey replied. He scooched in beside her, raising his right hand and snapping fingers. Instantly a waitress dressed in a red silk kimono, geisha style makeup and wig arrived at the table, bowing to them.

"We will have a bottle of the Taittinger Blanc de Blanc Champagne that just came in. I think you will find it most enjoyable." He turned his attention back to April.

"Champagne, darling. Now how did you know I just adore it?" April looked at him suspiciously.

"A lucky guess I suppose," he lied. "You do strike me as the kind of girl who would adore such a thing."

She smiled, but realized that somehow the man must have been, not surprisingly, watching she and Napoleon at dinner. There were cameras in the casino and other places, so why not in the dining area. There she recalled she said loudly that she 'adored' champagne as part of her cover. In reality, she tried to avoid it as it made her a little tipsy. Her preferences leaned more towards wine and the occasional beer.

The champagne arrived and Joey poured for both of them, instructing the waitress to close the doors after her.

"So tell me Christina, how does a girl such as yourself end up with the likes of a man like Johnny Dio?"

"Well aren't you the direct one," she replied after unavoidably having to take a sip of her drink. "Johnny's a great guy, not to mention a classy dresser if I say so myself."

Oystracher shook his head solemnly. "He feigns sophistication, yet under the fancy clothes he is nothing but a mobster...you do know that is what he is do you not?"

"My Johnny a mobster, really now. I think you must be mistaken. He's a very kind and generous man and he takes good care of me."

"Until he tires of you, and men like him do tire of women after a while."

"Do you really think so?" She changed her tactics now, letting the man think he was getting to her.

"Isnuye nemaye sumniviv v moïy̆ holovi_there is no doubt in my mind. You see he is Italian, and they only honor their wives as part of their code. You are not his wife, and as a girlfriend are dispensable. Has he ever threatened to get rid of you?"

"Well, when we've had arguments...do you mean, 'get rid of me' as in kill me?"

"There is always that possibility, though I doubt he would do it himself. He would most likely have an underling do it for him."

April downed a mouthful of champagne, pretending to act nervousness and pushed her empty glass towards Oystracher to be refilled. He gladly obliged her.

"What do I do?" She acted bewildered when in fact she was bemused at Oystracher's attempt to be a smooth operator.

"I am in the middle of negotiations with Johnny Dio, and if I play my cards right, I will be coming into a lot of money. My current partners are working on a project that needs a great deal of funding...now if all goes through with Dio, you would be most welcome to stay here as my guest for however long as it pleases you. I would make sure a woman such as yourself is well taken care of, and lives a lifestyle befitting her class."

"You'd do that for me? You don't even know me." April protested mildly.

"Oh but I'd like to," he smiled, running his index finger along her arm.

"What sort of project is this?" She asked quietly.

"Diamonds my dear, my associates are buying up diamonds to help finance the building of some sort of super machine, something to do with the weather, that is as much as I can tell you. And please do not bring it up again. I think my partners would not be happy that I told you."

"Oh, "April said innocently."I promise, nothing will be said. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I have to think about all this if you don't mind. If Johnny is as dangerous as you say then I can't do anything to arouse his suspicions." She rose slowly from the table.

"Certainly dear Christina. Koly ya zmozhu pobachyty tebe znovu_when may I see you again?"

"I'm not sure, as I said, I don't want to arouse Johnny's suspicions. I suppose after you close your business dealings then it would be safer. Maybe I could tell him I have to visit a sick friend in Reno or something like that, and that'll allow me to get away from him. What do you think?"

"That sounds like an excellent idea, my dear." Oystracher took her hand, and kissed it. He watched as she walked from the bar, his lust for her growing even more now that he knew she was closer to becoming his.

April took the elevator to the penthouse, unlocking the door with an unsteady hand from the champagne and finding Napoleon still sitting on the sofa but seemingly asleep.

She clicked her tongue, remembering she'd told him not to wait up for her and went into the bathroom, changing into her negligée and retrieving a blanket to cover him up with.

As she draped it across him, he startled her. "Did you think I was really asleep?" She was leaning over him, with the flimsy garment she was wearing rather revealing and Napoleon couldn't help but take in the view.

"Oh. Yes I suppose that was silly on my part." She straightened up, grasping the blanket in front of her.

"Mmm, yes it was." He stood up, pulling her into his arms and kissed her passionately, whispering in her ear for her to go along with it, reminding her of the bugs.

Surprisingly she returned his kiss with more enthusiasm than he expected, and that's what started it...

April found herself attracted to Napoleon Solo, and going against her own better judgement, she let her guard down, the champagne didn't help matters. Her apprehensions about him fell to the wayside as his marvelous kisses easily seduced her.

Napoleon thought for a second, recalling April's warnings to him, but her lips said otherwise and supposed she, like so many other women, had fallen prey to his charms. He hesitated, wondering if he dare...

Throwing caution to the wind, he scooped her up in his arms, taking her into the bedroom. In the darkness, their lips met again, but this time their hands roamed, further igniting their passion

"I thought I was supposed to sleep on the floor," he whispered as he turned some soft music on the radio, and proceeded to remove her bed clothes.

"I've changed my mind. Mmmm, must be all the champagne I drank with Oystracher."

"Remind me to get more in the morning," he said as he watched her lay back on the bed, her body inviting him to her.

They remained together side by side in the bed when their nocturnal passions were finished, saying nothing for a few minutes.

"What have we done?" April whispered. "This wasn't supposed to happen, I'm not a loose woman."

"What happened was something beautiful and natural," he leaned on his elbow, facing her. " We both enjoyed ourselves and there's nothing wrong with that. There's no strings attached, if that's what you're worrying about. We're two consenting adults that just had wonderful sex."

"Yes it was wonderful wasn't it," she let out a giggle." Hmmm, can we 'consent' again?"

"More than happy to oblige," he leaned over, kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue.

After their second round of lovemaking was over, they fell asleep safe in each others arms, even though their weapons were tucked beneath their pillows...

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... someone won't like this, I think... He he ...

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Oh OH, where will this go from here.