1. Charlie's Law


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    you think you’re doing in here?” he said in a clipped, offensive whisper. “This area is for guests ! You’ve played your silly little piano shit, now get the fuck out! You’re done here, you hear me Randall? Next time we’re hiring a professional !” This was a little too much for my pride to bear. I am only good at two things in this life: playing the piano and performing oral sex on women. Despite the overshadowing presence of the bouncer gripping my arm, I opened my mouth to say something that would probably have earned me a bruise or two, at the least. “Excuse me !” said an angry female voice. It was Charlie, thank god! “What on earth do you think you are doing to my good friend?” The bouncer looked uncertain, but quickly released my arm. The waiter’s face contorted into a comical parody of suppressed anger with a slapped-on coat of obsequious politeness. If my life were a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of his ears. “Your fr...?” he stammered. “Well I... I... I assure you that I really would...” “I don’t care what you really would,” said Charlie haughtily, glaring hard at the man. “My friend and I are leaving, and I can assure you that I will be having words in the appropriate ears.” She stormed out like an angry gale, the bewildered stares of the other guests in the bar swept up after her like dry leaves. I lingered just long enough to lean close to the waiter and speak my mind. “It’s Doctor Randall to you, you pretentious little tit,” I said in a low growl. ...
    “And please tell Ms Townsend that the next time I do her a favour I’ll want significantly greater remuneration to compensate for the insubordinate incompetence of the waiting staff.” The waiter looked like he’d just had a pineapple inserted somewhere that a pineapple really shouldn’t be able to fit. I walked away quickly to catch up with Charlie before the spell lifted, leaving him to ponder my name-dropping the Club-owner's eldest and most favoured step-daughter (she and I have been best friends for many years, but that’s another story entirely). I came out into the cold February air and walked down the wide stone steps at the front of the Paragon Club, looking around for Charlie. She was nowhere to be seen. “I believe you’ll be joining us here, sir,” said a very polite male voice. To my right, as I reached street level, a suited, booted and peak-capped young man was waiting beside the open door of a long black limousine. He saluted as I reached him, smiled in an eager-to-help way, and gestured at the door. I climbed into the dimly-lit interior of the limo, and he closed out the cold night behind me. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that the inside of the limo was decked out for the season. The leather seats were covered in plush red fur-covered cushions, and there was a sensual, oily smell in the air - ylang-ylang and ginseng and something else I couldn’t identify. There were no heart-shaped boxes of chocolates or anything cheesy like that - this was a grown-up sort of romance. The ...
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