For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 160 : Rhythm Is A Dancer (Part 2) Mateo And Blake En Garde

Baptiste and Constanza walked in with Blake and Mateo assigned as their bodyguards. They headed for their mother, Dolores and joined the conversation.

Javier walked up to Marcel, "Boss! Welcome aboard. You look very impressive!" He said, smiling.

Without missing a beat, Marcel turned towards Javier, "Fuck you, Javier."

"Thank you! Boss, would you like a drink?" Javier asked.

"Vintage red wine, no ice, and do not warm the glass in your hand!" Marcel said as Timothée started to laugh.

"At once, Marcel!" Javier answered before he rushed off.

Mateo saw Kenzo and Marcel in the main VIP room keeping a close watch, so he stepped out a moment to light a cigarette and have a quick smoke with Blake on the deck.

Blake turned to Mateo, "You're not wearing those jackets Lennon picked out and told us all to wear?"

"Neither are you! But then, I'm not because the boss said not to wear them because he doesn't fucking like them. So, I reckon I won't wear mine until I see Lennon about." Mateo said as he lit up.

"Yeah, I'd rather get shouted at by Lennon than the boss." Blake said as Mateo handed him a cigarette.

"Well, this is nice easy work." Mateo said as he took fast drags of his cigarette, trying to keep it dry from seaspray and drizzle.

Blake looked into the room at Chéri giggling with Ecco, "Don't speak too soon, Spaniard."

Mateo just giggled and he smoked before he tapped Blake as he pointed, "Ohh look!" He said as he looked through the window into the event room to see the lights dimmed, and the stage lights come on.

There were cheers as Spangna and Bruna slowly walked in from opposite directions. They were wearing long, faux-fur coats as they slinked up to their respective pole.

As the music started and the strobe lights flashed, they pulled open their coats to reveal that they had changed clothes into glittering, showy bikinis with suspender belts and thigh high leg covers. Bruna's bikini and suspenders were silver and Spangna's were dayglo green with bright orange suspenders.

They both grabbed a pole, and walked around it slowly a few times in their massive, clear platform shoes, before starting a sexy, but highly skilled performance. They flipped themselves upside down while throwing themselves around the pole. They gyrated and spread their legs wide in an astonishingly sexual acrobatic display.

Mateo tapped Blake as they watched, "I'd like to fuck her. She can do all that on my cock."

Blake laughed, "Which girl?"

"Yes." Mateo responded quickly.

Blake laughed, "Well, I'm not searching the gardens for where-ever Marcel will have thrown your head, if you so much as stick your hand in Spangna's panties." Blake said.

"Okay, if she wasn't banging the boss..." Mateo started but was interrupted by Blake.

"We ain't supposed to talk about that.. " Blake said.

"Okay, okay, if she wasn't with...you know who, you'd wanna be in that tight body of hers." Mateo said.

"Sure." Blake agreed, "But she likes fifty year olds."

Mateo tossed the end of his cigarette overboard, "That's your chat up line right there. Come sit on my fifty year old cock. I bet that would work with Spangna."

"But I'm nowhere near fifty, you little shit!" Blake said with a grin.

"So?! Thirty, fifty... it's all the same. Old! Bang her on your flat pack Nordic bed." Mateo said as he giggled.