Imperatrix

chapter 18

Warning, 18+ content.
Enjoy....

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Angy glanced up from her laptop where she was playing Plants vs Zombies to look at Jack, “You look like shit.”

“Wow, thanks,” Jack said as she crossed over to the bar and took a decanter of bourbon and poured it into a shot glass. She had been cooped up in her office all day long, she was just coming out for the first time. “Where is Lucas?” she asked when she didn’t see him.

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

Jack raised a brow at her monotonous tone, “Lovers quarrel?”

“No! In fact, I need to get another dick to forget that dick!” Angy said snapping her laptop close and leaned her elbows on the counter. She took in Jacks appearance, the dark circles under her eyes, her disheveled look. Her blank face.

“You look tired Jack. You have been working too hard.”

“I know,” she replied with a sigh.

Angy kept quiet for some seconds before speaking, “How do you do that?” At Jacks confused look, she elaborated. “That look you always have on your face, like you don’t have a care in the world.”

Its not a look, its how I really feel, she wanted to say, but settled instead for, “Years of practice.”

“Hold on a minute, when was the last time you got laid?” she asked, and Jack shrugged.

“I don’t know, when was the last time I saw Yuri?” she asked nonchalantly.

“Two months ago! Jack, you need to get your dick! Getting laid is therapeutic. And where else can you find that but a club. You, me, club tonight,” she stated, and Jack shrugged again.

Hell, why not. She had been killing herself working these days. A break was much needed.

Angy squealed and got up, “Its six already,” she said glancing at the clock, “Lets go get dressed.”

Jack dropped the glass and jogged up the stairs. Throwing her closet door open, the lights came on as she walked in. Jeans? Nah. Long gowns? Nope, she didn’t need anyone stepping on it. Then she spotted a short strapless leather dress. She picked it out, “Perfecto.”

She threw it on her bed and went to take a shower. Then she put on her make up, smoky eyeshadow and Cherri black lipstick. She brushed her shiny black hair and left it to flow down her back in its natural wavy state. Her dress came next, it was tight, but fit her perfectly. She paired it up with black leather thigh high boots. She squeezed her phone into her boots then walked down the stairs to find Angy waiting for her.

“Wow, don’t you just look sexy,” Angy gushed. If there was one thing Jack didn’t doubt about Angela, it was her honesty.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Jack said and Angy twirled around showing off her red body-hugging dress and mile high heels.

“Wait, no contacts?”

“No. I only wear those when I am going out as Jack Cabrera.”

“But you are Jack Cabrera,” she said blankly.

Jack sighed and explained, “I am, but right now, I am Analise Walt. I only wear the wigs and contacts, so those mafia lords won’t know what I really look like.”

“And the long sleeves?”

“They cover my tattoos. They could easily say find the girl with tattoos covering her left arm, I don’t want that.”