In the events room, a small event was in full swing. Assets were mingling with the guests, usually resulting in guests becoming drunk and very generous with their money.
Many guests had arrived for a signing with Spangna. They would book for a photo with her or pay to have a picture or Blu Ray signed. They would always ask if she would escort, and she would politely explain, yet again, that she was retired. Spangna was also training her protege Molly as a Bordello star.
Molly dreamed of being in Spangna's position. She wanted to move away from escorting and Into porn, then into webcam shows so she could retire early. She also wanted to find a man that understood the business and would not judge her, and someone that she could settle down with.
An asset that was generating a lot of interest, was a young woman going by the stage name of Coco. A tall, athletic woman of Somali origin, who's family had managed to flee the near prison country, and had sought political refuge in Spain while she was still a little girl, so she grew up inherently Spanish.
Coco was a striking beauty. Tall and lean, with very prominent cheekbones. Her skin was a dark chocolate brown, which reflected a rainbow of different colours when the light hit her.
Sometimes, Coco would trim her hair very close to her head, and when she did, she radiated such a naturally ethnic, exotic image that men couldn't help lusting after her.
Coco was circulating in the room in a bright, traditional Somali off-the-shoulder wrap dress. After a large amount of socializing, all the VIP assets all left the floor for a break in the VIP area, which was crawling with both the French and Spanish security teams.
Spangna waved at some fans before she vanished into the private area and slumped down on the low bright orange sofa as Pierre handed her a drink of champagne. She looked at her phone to check all the payments from her signings. She also text Marcel to let him know she was taking a break.
Mercy: Hey bae. I'm off the floor for a bit. Fancy a blow job? X X
Marce: What is this 'bae'?
Mercy: NM that! BTW U missed the BJ bit!
Marce: What is NM? BTW? I do not understand your texts. This is not English. It is a problem. X (x is meaning kiss)
Spangna closed her eyes and smiled as she shook her head. Although she found their cultural differences and language barrier at times a little irritating, she loved the camaraderie it caused.
Juan, Lorenzo, Rodriguez, Javier and Diego walked into the VIP area. Spangna got up and hugged Javier right away.
"Hav, darling! I've heard that...you-know-who is back in the Bordello." She said quietly, being careful not to be overheard by Pierre. "At some point, I'd like to meet you both out for lunch."
"I'd love to Mercy! And I'm sure that..." Javier paused as he looked around. "Suzy would love to come too. Does...Marcel know she's here again?"
Spangna gritted her teeth while smiling comically. "Yeeeah...he smashed an espresso cup and saucer in the canteen when he heard."
"At least he got it out of his system." Javier said nervously.
"Yeah, then he upended a table people were eating on..." Spangna said.
"What?!" Javier said, shocked.
"Then he asked where you were...just kidding!" Spangna joked.
"Holy shit! Don't do that!" Javier said, not really seeing the funny side.
"How are things going with you both?" Spangna asked.
"I only got to speak to her for like...fifteen minutes earlier with Gabriél. I come home tonight to a new apartment and a wife and I...feel...unprepared." Javier explained.
"Hav...I think that..." Spangna was Interrupted by Gerard and Pierre.
They walked up to Javier and they wanted to point out a guest who was drunk and acting erratically and pulled him away.
Spangna waved at Coco, Noir and Molly who were on their phones, checking their earnings aswell. As Spangna reached for her champagne glass on the low coffee table, Lorenzo slumped down next to her on the low sofa.
"Hola..." Lorenzo said with a grin.
"You wha..?" Spangna responded.
"Ohh, I forgot! Yes! You're the British...Norwegian girl. Not Spanish." He said in a strong Italian accent.
"Yep! That's me." Spangna said with a smile.
Lorenzo sank back into the low, bright orange sofa and unzipped his black Jeans, before he pulled out his dick and started to stroke it while grinning at her. "Want to watch me masturbate?"
Spangna looked down unimpressed, then back up to Lorenzo. "You do know I've worked with black guys? Sometimes...two or three at once, and you're sat here smiling, proudly showing me...this..?!" Spangna said very casually as she pointed at his lap, her perfect French manicure with its rhinestones, glittering in the light.
Lorenzo looked back at her as if she was crazy. "What are you saying?! I am bigger than average size!" He said, still stroking his dick.
"Nah, I'd say...you're about average size, and I've seen a lot of cocks in my time." Spangna said as she looked back at her phone.
"I thought that you were insatiable, and want sex all the time!" Lorenzo said.
"Yeah but...you really don't...do it for me, mate." Spangna replied.
"Oh I remember. You lust for that sixty Year old gardener." Lorenzo remarked. Commenting on rumours he had heard.
"No I don't! He has a pacemaker and one foot in the grave!" Spangna said, surprised.
"That's what you like, no?" Lorenzo asked.
"No..." Spangna answered in a bored tone as she looked at her phone.
"This doesn't get you wet?" Lorenzo said as he sped up stroking himself.
"Nah. In fact, I think I'm drying up as we speak.." Spangna said, making the other girls laugh.
"Go on...touch it." Lorenzo said as he nodded and winked at all the girls.
"Ain't you supposed to be working?! Not sitting here havin' a wank." Lexi asked.
"I'll touch it!" Molly said, before she took the wifi card reader out of her purse. "Get your debit card out, I'll give security team members a five percent discount."
Spangna snorted in laughter.
Lexi pointed. "Aww you're all taking the shine off his wank."
"Why are you being so cold? You can touch it or lick it if you want." Lorenzo said.
"Nah you're alright mate." Spangna said.
Bayani walked into the VIP area and looked over at Lorenzo with his cock in his hands. After rolling his eyes, he sat next to Spangna.
Spangna turned to Bayani. "Wouldn't you say that Lorenzo is average size?"
Bayani looked over. "Can you take your hands off it so I can see the whole thing?"
Lorenzo heard the thai accent and the sound of the voice. "Ma Che Bucaiolo." he muttered as he shifted to hide himself from Bayani.
"I think he's twigged that you're a ladyboy." Lexi said.
"So? It takes a certain kind of man to appreciate our beauty." Bayani said.
Lorenzo sighed. "Come on! You are all pleasure girls yet you act like cold fish!"
Spangna giggled. "Soz. My pussy's retired."
"Do any of you girls like anal?" He asked.
Spangna giggled again. "Soz, my arse just retired and all."
Noir pointed at Lorenzo. "Can you believe that still, he is touching himself!"
"Come on ladies! Give me one good reason why i shouldn't finish!" Lorenzo said while he stroked himself.
Spangna raised her hand. "I will! That's a good reason." She said as she pointed to Marcel, who was walking up the steps to the VIP area.
"Ma vaffanculo!" Lorenzo said with widened eyes as he jumped up and tried to zip up quickly before dashing down the steps, passing Marcel quickly.
Marcel walked into the VIP area and took off his black, flocked tophat which had goggles around the top, bronze gears, an old steam gauge and a blood red feather on the side. "Bonsoir." He said with a nod to everyone as he sat on the low sofa, beside Spangna, and crossed his legs high as he checked his phone.
"Marcel...?" Spangna asked, making him turn to her. "Can I ask you about my subs? I don't think the right percentage is being taken from my earnings." She added as she took her large smartphone out of her bag and stood up.
"Certainly. Show me the online statement of your phone." He said as he got up and followed her down the stairs, assisting her as she walked in her high heels.
At the bottom of the stairs Spangna wondered out of the events room and into one of the storage areas.
She took his hat off, threw her arms around his neck and they kissed. "I miss you when you're working away from me."
"I miss you too, and I detest the thought of all those desperate men queuing to speak to you." Marcel said.
"Yeah, but...who do I go home to?" Spangna asked with a smile.
"Me." He responded.
"That's better then someone leaving here with just my signature on something. You know who I really am! You've seen me in the morning, without my makeup and false eyelashes. You've seen me getting my braids redone, you've seen me in-between my implant when I've got my period and feel terrible, and you've seen me when I've had my head in the toilet being sick. That's everything. Its raw and it's real, and I have nothing else to offer you."
Marcel looked around awkwardly as he processed her sentiments. He knew that she often over-thought things when she drank, and her insecurities would start to surface.
Marcel stroked her face. "That is not so. I prefer you without makeup. I love your flaws as they are intrinsically interwoven with all that make you. Like the facets of a diamond. I alone, am no great catch Mercy. My best years are behind me, I am not more solvent than you and whereas you will change in your life stages, I have already evolved. I can only wish that your future stages involve me, and that you will not disgard me in the cold light of day."
"Marce! I've already told you! I'll be with you for the rest of your life! Anyway, your life would be boring without a Brit winding you up all the time. I'll keep you sharp, because the risk of food poisoning is very real unless you do all the cooking!"
He held her close to him. "I have already accepted this challenge. I love you Mercy, more than ever I have loved anyone in my life."
Spangna's head was pressed so tightly against his chest that she could hear his heartbeat. "When can we get married?"
"Very soon. We will apply for licence and make it so. The only thing I know my family will expect is a catholic wedding, in France." He said quietly before kissing the top of her head.
"I don't care. I was brought up COE but i'm as religious as a teapot. Just quietly translate everything and I'll agree." Spangna said quietly as she held him tightly.
Next Chapter : Suzy, We Need To Talk About..Expectations And Boundaries