Streetlife

18 - Go Home

LENA POV

This week had been rather interesting with Tess having a breakdown and refusing to go to rehab, and with Frank's sister showing up who was not exactly the nicest person, and finding out that Warbucks had invited her to a party Sunday night. Not that that was any of my business because who he fucked was not and I knew that. But, I could see the heartache in Frank and I knew one of the only reasons Warbucks would invite her was for that reason alone. And based on what I had seen she'd do it without blinking which for some reason got under my skin.

Lighting a smoke as I lean on the headboard of the bed, Warbucks and I had just fucked, and I had yet to talk to him about Tess and well, this party on Sunday. I knew I had to be careful with how I did it because this wasn't the kind of man you told what to do, or that you told how you felt about his actions. I know that as I look over at the desk clock seeing it is almost 10AM as I hear him in the other room now starting to scream at Callie.

"My girls don't act like fucking hippie shits playing in some fucking train station like a homeless rat!!! Fuck is wrong with you!" I hear him scream and smack her across the face rather loudly as I puff my smoke and rub my forehead.

Callie was a good kid, she really was and I never pressed her about why she chose this life. Hell, we all had our reasons but I worried about her. We all did as I hear the door slam and see Warbucks walk back into the room and put the money in his safe as he places his gun on the nightstand.

"These girls don't think. Shit for brains some of them." He shakes his head as I lean across the bed and gently grab his hand and he looks right at me with his dark handsome eyes.

"It's ok, baby. Come to bed and I can massage you. Stress isn't good for you." I say softly as he takes his pants off and undershirt as he slides into bed and I straddle his lap. Warbucks was a very, very handsome man, and very muscular. He also kept in shape and ate healthy, and worked out every morning for he said his health was nothing to mess around with. I understood for he was in his mid 40's and refused to have any health issues even if he smoked cigars and sniffed coke at times.

I grab his cigar and light it for him as he takes a puff, and I rub his strong arms up and down admiring the cross tattoo on the right one with the names of his children surrounding it. Sometimes I forgot he had a family back in Jersey and at times I wondered if his children even really knew him, or if he knew them. Or more importantly how he explained his life to his wife since he practically lived in the city.

"Want me to make you some tea? I know you like the ginger kind, baby." I say softly as he looks at me his eyes so intense, intimidating and strong.

"In a bit."

I nod running my fingers in his thick black hair as he is quiet, more than usual and I wonder if something is up or if I did something as Warbucks is a difficult person to read.

"Everything ok, Mike?" I ask rather sweetly as he nods for even if he allows me to call him by his real name it is rare that I ever do. "Anything you want to talk about, baby?" He is quiet for another minute so as he looks back into my eyes.

"I want you to go home this weekend and be with your aunt. It'll be good for her to see you and spend time with you. I'll have Bruce drop you off on Sunday morning so you can spend some time with that family of yours. Hell, take a week. I'll give you some spending money." He says as I don't even know what to say to this. A week? Since when has this man given ANYONE a week? It just didn't happen, and my heart begins to race as I have a very bad feeling about this and my stomach begins to turn.

"What's wrong?" He tilts my chin so I look into his eyes. "I thought you would be happy, sweetheart. Isn't that what you want? To spend more time with your aunt." He runs his hands over my bare thighs as I swallow hard trying not to seem shocked or upset.

"Nothing. I just, well. I'll miss you. That's all." I lie as I know he knows it and presses even more.

"No. It's something. Spit it out! Don't be afraid of me, baby," he soothes as I swallow hard and nod and he puts his smoke down. "Didn't I tell you not to fear me?"

"Yes."

"Ok then what's up babe." He presses again as I look right into his eyes once again.

" Warbucks, I know it's not my place. I know that. But I guess I'm worried about Tess."

"Ok, what about her?"

"Well, honey, here you give me a week, and she's really hurting," I start as he listens. "I'm not questioning you. I would NEVER, EVER question you and I trust you, and I follow everything you do and tell me. But Mike, doesn't she deserve it more? She has seniority, and I know you want your women taken care of and she won't be any good to you if you don't treat her the same way, hell, all of your girls the same," I blurt out rather rapidly for if I didn't, I'd lose all nerve and I don't know how he will react to me right now.

"Are you just worried about her because you two are close? Which, I'm not a big fan of you know. But, I know you know how to mix business and relationships and not let it get sticky or affect things. Like you and me for instance. But, I don't know you getting soft on me Pix? Do I need to question this?" He grabs his cigar again and puffs as he doesn't loose eye contact, and I gently take it and take a puff myself before answering.

"No, not at all baby. My loyalty is to you."

"I don't want you getting involved in Tess shit. She did this to herself, and that hoe has alot of redeeming to do, alot. She's a fuck up Lena." He shakes his head as I nod.

"I know honey, I agree with you that she needs to work harder and I am not getting involved in her affairs. It's not about that baby, it's just I've just been thinking, and I had this idea that maybe we rotate the girls and give them a tad more free time. They'll make more money that way," I smile as I press my full lips to his as I hear him moan, cigar smoke swirling around us. "You know they would have more energy to work harder. And could make twice as much if they aren't so exhausted. And they may make better choices? Just an idea handsome." I flirt heavily as I kiss his lips once again. " Plus word would get around that you give time off and y'all gain more girls, which means more money."

"Hmm, you may have a point, there, Len," he says as he reaches over to set his cigar in the ash tray before grabbing my ass.

"So, she can take a week? I'll stay and go last?" I manage as I feel him squeeze my ass cheeks hard pulling me against his hardness.

"No, no! You go home. I'll let her the week after and maybe it will knock some fucking sense into her dense head. But, my top girl deserves the first slot," he whispers as he runs his tongue down my throat and I realize my plan has backfired BIG TIME, but I let out a moan letting him know he's good as I pull my bra off and feel his tongue swirling around my nipples as I push down on his dick with my pussy as he growls, grabbing my arms.

I definitely needed to work him up if I wanted my way as I feel him grip the back of my neck and we lock eyes. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby!" I breathe hard as he grins while I ride him up and down.

"Don't stop!" I begin panting as he begins smacking my ass and I ride faster and faster and he groans loudly as he explodes into me, and I throw my head back pretending to cum as well.

Rolling off of him, I lay on my back, panting as he smiles, satisfied, and he grazes the side of my face with his hand.

"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" I ask, knowing this was risky...too risky for he had knocked Tess down off of top girl for being needy, but I wanted to know. I needed to know as he leans in and kisses my neck once more.

"Not with a pussy as sweet as yours, sweetheart," he whispers as I smile softly and our lips meet once more. I'll take his word for it, but if this blonde bimbo thinks she can waltz up in here and take over, she has another thing coming I think as I move down his muscular body and take his dick in my mouth, smiling as I hear him cuss and yell my name. I'd make him not forget me if it was the last thing I did.