Pure Paradise (12 page)

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usiness had more than quadrupled with the Specialties menu added to the list of services provided at Pure Paradise. Initially, there were minor glitches, but it appeared that the business boom was more than the staff could handle. Today, it seemed like all hell was breaking loose.

Since Milan’s arrival at work this morning, Sumi had been in and out of her office, delivering one piece of bad news after another. Dressed today in her typical conservative fashion: sensible pumps; a black-and-pink pinstriped fitted jacket, buttoned with a hint of silk fuchsia scoop-neck top showing; and a matching pinstriped pencil skirt that fell tastefully just below the knee, and her long hair pulled back into a tight and perfect bun; Sumi looked professional and polished. Though pretty as ever, Sumi was overworked. Milan could see the weariness in her assistant’s large doe-shaped eyes.
Oh, well!
Sumi wanted to be second in command and hard work came with the job title.

It would be hard to believe that last night, Sumi, such a remarkably professional woman, had been stomping around in thigh-high boots, tight-fitting Lycra, and wielding a nasty whip that she enjoyed cracking.

Sumi’s performance had gone beyond role-playing. She’d been
genuinely angry. Though Milan was sure Maxwell enjoyed the scene, she still felt that Sumi had gotten out of hand; her harsh treatment of Maxwell was really uncalled for. Milan had witnessed Sumi go into numerous tantrums and tirades, but never had she known her to fly into such an uncontrollable fit of rage as she had after Maxwell accidentally climaxed. The way Sumi reacted, you would have thought Maxwell had deliberately peed on the floor. She’d whipped him with a frighteningly long-tailed whip and didn’t stop until she’d shed the man’s blood. When she thought about it, Sumi and that girl, Harper, were both really malicious and if Milan hadn’t intervened, she might have ended up with a dead body on her hands. Suddenly, her mouth turned downward. Imagining such an unspeakable crime made her shudder.

She gave Sumi a long, curious look, now wondering if last night’s violence was somehow subconsciously directed at her. Sumi had several reasons to be furious with Milan. First, preferring to spend her at-home time with Hilton, Milan only used Sumi’s pussy snaps there at the office, making the overly sensitive girl feel more and more like a personal sex toy. Secondly, after Sumi found someone who satisfied her in bed, Milan had broken her girlfriend’s fake boob and then given her the boot. Oh, well. No way could Milan have allowed that nasty, leaking heifer to continue prancing around Pure Paradise. Her propensity to spring a leak was not good for the salon’s image.

Milan’s thoughts traveled back to Sumi and she decided that her assistant could very likely be harboring ill feelings toward her. Milan made a mental note to keep an eye on Sumi and be on the lookout for any unusual or abhorrent behavior.

Looking on the bright side…Sumi and Harper were a won
derful opening act. They did all the yucky hard work and all Milan had to do was pump dick in Maxwell’s mouth.

She smiled, loving the fact that once again, she’d gotten over. Reading that dominance manual felt like doing homework, which she’d always hated. She’d tried flipping through the pages but she really couldn’t get into it. She’d make Sumi read it and instruct her to provide the highlights of what she’d read. She could pretend she was giving the girl a pop quiz, when all the while she’d be shrewdly getting the information she needed. Milan smiled, proud of her ability to so cunningly maneuver in life.

Meanwhile, Sumi and Harper would continue to “prepare” Maxwell for her. No one, not even Maxwell, would be the wiser. Case closed. Satisfied, Milan leaned back in her chair.

She was about to launch into a pleasant daydream that involved her and Hilton doing something normal, like…hmm. Her mind raced, trying to summon a couple of scenarios, but she came up blank because she’d never had a boyfriend and had never been on a regular date.
A date!
Maybe she’d invite Hilton out to dinner. Yeah, it would be nice to sit and chat and act like a normal couple. A warm feeling oozed through her.

But the good feeling was interrupted by Sumi, tapping on her door. Back again, her expression grim.

Milan didn’t bother to hide her irritation. She frowned excessively. “What is it now?” she asked the annoying messenger of doom.

“The Double Chocolate twins didn’t show up for work.”

“The who?”

“The two new guys who work together as a team.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize they were actually twins—”

“They’re not; that’s their nickname around here.”

“I see,” Milan said dryly.

She didn’t consort with the help and had no way of knowing their nicknames. Other than BodySlam and Sumi’s assistants, Milan hadn’t bothered introducing herself to any of the new staff. They were all too sordid for her to ever get up close and personal with.
Never say never
, she reminded herself. Who knew which of the new specialty services she’d require in the event of a sexual emergency.

“We’re in the midst of a serious crisis. Ms. Warminster is not happy. She’s threatening to revoke her membership.”

Milan gasped at the thought of the free-spending and very wealthy Ms. Warminster taking her business elsewhere.

“I reminded her that if she broke her contract, she’d be slapped with a significant penalty.”

“I hope you said that with tact.” She sucked her teeth. Sumi sure had nerve, speaking to her clients discourteously.

“Of course.” Sumi sounded offended.

“So, what was her response?”

“She says she doesn’t care about any silly penalties.”

Milan flinched. “Refresh my memory. What’s got her panties all twisted?”

“About a week ago she came in for the chocolate treatment…”

Milan’s brow furrowed as she tried to recall what the hell the chocolate treatment was all about. Sumi and her assistants had made so many changes, she couldn’t keep up with them all.

“They position the client on the massage table on her hands and knees. Then the guys double team her, massaging warm chocolate into both ends, letting her cum on their sticky fingers, if that’s what she prefers.” Sumi sighed. “Ms. Warminster
was given the deluxe treatment. After the sensual massage, the twins licked the chocolate out of her cunt and her asshole at the same time.”

“Oh, my. Sounds scrumptious. No wonder she’s all in a tizzy.”

“Yes, and she’s seriously craving more chocolate.”

Milan told herself to make sure she had the monitor on the next time the chocolate brothers administered to a client. “So what excuse do those chocolate twins have for not showing up for work?”

“They didn’t give an excuse.” Sumi shrugged. “No call; no show.”

“What!” Milan screeched. “As much money as I’m paying them, they have the audacity to shuck their responsibilities without giving me so much as the common courtesy of a phone call?”

“Looks that way.”

“Where’d you find them?”

“A male strip club.”

Milan shook her head. “No wonder. Stripper assholes don’t have any work ethic.”

“What are we going to do about Ms. Warminster? She’s fuming because she booked extra time with the twins and she’s blaming the salon for not calling to cancel her appointment. She says she’s a busy woman and her schedule has been thrown off completely. She was putting up such a fuss, I had to escort her into my office.”

Milan turned up her lip. “Lucky you,” she said sarcastically.

“Exactly! So, what are we going to do? I’ve got to get her out of my office. She’s all puffed up and red in the face and I promise you, it’s not a pretty sight. She seems to be taking their absence personally, carrying on like a jilted lover.”

Pondering the situation, Milan leaned back and tented her fingers.

“Why didn’t you cancel her appointment?” Milan’s voice was icy, accusing.

Sumi glared at her. She narrowed her eyes menacingly. Speaking though teeth that were clenched, she hissed, “My boss had me working overtime last night. There were a million things to attend to this morning.” She drew in a deep breath. “In case you forgot, I only have one assistant. She worked late too and she won’t be in until noon.” Sumi’s shoulders heaved with fury.

Whoa!
Milan did not think it wise to fuck with Sumi right now. The girl was looking like a cornered rat and there was no telling what she might do.

Sumi cut an angry glance that seemed to linger on Milan’s beloved custom desk, which had taken six months to be designed, constructed, and delivered.
Oh, Lord! Please don’t let this lunatic leap into the air and come down with a karate chop that splits my beautiful desk in two.

“Focus, Sumi. Focus.” Milan gestured with both hands. “What else can we offer Ms. Warminster?” Milan twirled her computer monitor in her direction, clicked keys, and brought the specialties menu onto the screen. Squinting, she leaned forward. “Double Chocolate massage, Spicy Asian pedicure, Caramel-Cream foot bath, Strawberry Soufflé body wrap,” she murmured to herself. “Hmm. Ask Ms. Warminster if she’d like to try the Spicy Asian pedicure.” I can vouch for that treatment. I watched that gorgeous Asian guy squirting cum all over a client’s feet and the visuals had me practically cumming in my chair.”

“Oh, really? If memory serves me, wasn’t that the day you summoned Lily to your office to sexually harass her, mutilate her, and then callously throw her out on her ass without so much as severance pay!”

Milan chose to ignore her assistant’s biting sarcasm. Obviously Sumi was holding a grudge and Milan would have to figure out a way to placate her, but right now, she had to get Ms. Warminster hooked up with a sensual service and placed in a better frame of mind.

“Oh, this looks good,” Milan said cheerily, changing the subject.

“What?” Sumi muttered, still peeved.

“The Strawberry Soufflé body wrap!”

“Read my lips, Milan. Ms. Warminster wants chocolate. Nothing else will do.”

Milan bristled. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but you need to watch your mouth.” She rotated her neck as she worked herself up. “You don’t run this place, I do. I pay your salary, so don’t use that tone of voice with me.”

Milan had had enough of Sumi’s belligerence. That dominatrix routine she’d allowed her to play was obviously going to her head. Fuck the martial arts and any other tricks she might have had up her sleeve. Milan was about to kick off her heels and get ghetto on Sumi’s ass.

“Sorry,” Sumi muttered. But she wasn’t; there wasn’t a trace of remorse in her voice. She was up to something. But Milan couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe she’d replaced Lily’s titty-dick with one of Harper’s circus tricks. She recalled the gusto with which Harper had fucked Maxwell last night. Hmm. Most likely Sumi was pussy snapping Harper’s twat while
Harper was giving Sumi multiple O’s with her big-ass strap on. Good dick—real or fake—had a way of making some women act uppity.

Actually, Milan was glad to have Sumi shift her moony-eyed, love-hungry gaze to someone else’s face.

“Apology accepted,” Milan said with a secret, good-riddance smile. “Now, let’s get down to business. We have to get Ms. Warminster some chocolate.”

“BodySlam is the only chocolate we can offer her.” Sumi gave a mirthless chuckle. “I doubt if she’d enjoy his repertoire of pain.”

“Don’t be so sure about that.”

Sumi looked perplexed.

“I want you to go back to your office and use your powers of persuasion to tell that old bat that she needs to fully explore her sexuality. She should take advantage of all our wonderful services instead of limiting herself to dual tongue penetration. I want you to gently but forcibly introduce her to the idea of having a session with BodySlam.”

Sumi grimaced. “BodySlam! Milan,” Sumi whined. “BodySlam’s name alone is enough to scare the crap out of Ms. Warminster and anyone else in their right mind. How am I supposed to convince a woman who wants an orgasm from two brawny men, that she’ll get just as much pleasure from a chain-wearing weirdo spanking her ass until it’s burning and red?”

“Look, I don’t have time to mince words with you. If she leaves this salon, I’m holding you responsible. And believe me, Sumi, I can get another assistant, but can you get another job like this?”

Aiming the remote toward the overhead monitor, Milan checked on BodySlam. He had a plump brunette over his knee, spanking her with one hand as he finger-fucked her with the other.

“Oh, I see BodySlam has enhanced his routine. Perfect! Get him some warm chocolate and tell him to give Ms. Warminster a light spanking and afterward, he can dip his middle fingers in the gooey mess and give it to her in both ends.” Milan gave a self-satisfied sigh.

“She paid for the deluxe treatment; she’s going to want to be licked.”

“BodySlam is a master. He won’t do that and you know it,” Milan shouted and then contemplated the dilemma. “Who else licks and sucks around here?”

“The guy who does the Strawberry Soufflé body wrap does.”

“Great. After that bitch gets her chocolate finger-fuck, I want BodySlam to put a blindfold on her. Tell him to murmur something in his sexy dialect about the blindfold enhancing her experience. Then, let the Strawberry dude come in and finish her up. Ms. Warminster will be none the wiser. She’ll think she’s getting double chocolate.”

Sumi nodded and turned to leave.

“And get those two male exotic dancers on the phone,” Milan said snippily. “Tell them to get back to work. Make sure they know I intend to follow them to the gates of hell and I’ll have every club they shake their asses in shut down!”

Nostrils slightly flared, Sumi took a few steps forward, closing the gap of space between them. When she reached the chair across from Milan, she gave it a quick glance but didn’t take a seat. Instead, she paused in front of the desk and braced
her hands on the shiny wood, leaning in as if she were about to give Milan a piece of her mind.

Don’t fuck with me, girl
. Milan arched a brow and pursed her lips confrontationally.

Sumi gulped, swallowing down whatever she had intended to say. “I’ll share your sentiments with the chocolate twins.” Wisely, Sumi hurried out of Milan’s office.