Tarnished Gosling
Chapter 3 Beautiful birds and Rum shots
Two Years ago:
EPOV
"Aro, do you have all of the liquor ready for the party?" I yelled down. Mentally checking everything that is going to be needed for our annual Team Volturi party and picnic.
"Yes Edward, I have it all covered. Esme should be meeting with the caterers in about 20 minutes to make sure that everything is there and accounted for. Before you ask yes I did order extra Rum for the game that you have planned, and the clown plus the bouncy house for the ones that have kids."
Clowns… Shiver.. Dam they give me the creeps. I thought myself, how can a child not be scared shitless of a grown man with a painted on perma smile? Shaking off my inner monologue I return to mentally checking off everything that was going to be needed to pull off yet another top of the line Volturi shindig. I was holding this year's annual bash at my father and mothers estate. Yes a lot on the grand side but my employees needed a lot of space this year to get as wild as needed and of course the team building exercises I had planned screamed "must have space". I giggled at myself thinking of how Aro was going to take to some of my "getting even" exercise geared just for him and his roaming dick. Oh boy was he going to be pissed.
The party was set to start at two in the afternoon. I had gotten a call from Heidi telling me that her cousin had just moved into town and she was hoping to bring her so she could meet a few new people. I had heard of Chief Swans daughter but she had moved away to attend Grand Canyon University before I ever had the chance of meeting her. I told Heidi that her bringing her cousin would not be a problem and that there would be lots of people for her to meet. Since this was an annual bash several of our frequent flyers if you will that grace us nightly at the club would be joining in our festivities. I was certain that she would enjoy herself at least being able to get a full laugh out of what I was going to be doing to men of Team Volturi. Emmett and Jasper will probably stop talking to me after this.
The party was in full swing when I first got a good look at her. I was standing next to the outdoor bar looking at the next event that I had planned. Heidi walked up to me smiling brightly and next to her was the most breath taking beautiful woman that I had ever seen in my life.
"Hey Edward, this is my cousin Bella Swan."
"Bella, this is my totally awesome boss and one of my most awesome friends Edward Cullen owner of Volturi."
She held her tiny hand out for me to shake, her big chocolate beautiful brown eyes sparkled with happiness, hope, excitement and so full of life. I admit my dumbass for the first time in my life was stunned speechless by her beauty. Confidence rolled off her tiny frame. Standing about five feet tall, her shoulders squared, her head held tall. I ran my eyes over her body seeing the tiny pink tank top she was wearing along with her black shorts that hugged those hips so tight that I was sure if I licked them I could taste her sweet flesh beneath them. "holy shit this woman is fucking stunning, wake up you douche you are gawking at her, Heidi is going to call your shit you perv stop it, shake her hand, smile your smile and get your head out of her fucking pants."
Shaking myself from the gripes of her stunning beauty I tenderly grab the tiny hand that is extended toward me.
"Hello Bella, nice that you could join us and enjoy the events I have planned for team Volturi."
Then I swear I heard the angels sing, felt the planets align, and my world as I knew it shift in all of 2.5 seconds as I touch the softest most delicate hand I have ever felt in my life. A crack and fizzle of electricity coursed through my body going straight to my heart stopping it, then restarting it as I look at the woman who stood before me. Gasping from the electric shock I stare into her hypnotizing eyes. "I know she felt that shit… fuck what was that shit.. fuck fuck fuck what in the hell is going on with me I am turning into a complete and utter shit heel here, gawking, drooling, sporting a hard on so hard and fierce I'm sure that if it where coal I would definitely be forging a diamond right now." Bella's lips part with a sharp intake of air when the electric current shoots through our hands. "Oh. My. God. Look at that tongue, oh I want that tongue. I want to taste it, feel how soft and warm and holy Jesus how wet her tongue is. I have to have this woman. Oh yes Bella will be mine. I will have her sing her swan song all over me.
"Thank you Edward for letting me attend your party it is very generous of you." Bella replies softly, looking directly in my eyes spearing me with her words.
Out of the corner of my eye I see another person I have never seen before. He is very tall, looking well over 6 feet. Long black hair tied in a pony at the nape of his neck, deep bronze skin and a muscular chest. If I didn't know better I would think that this is Emmett's Native American twin. Geezers he is huge. But who the fuck is he and what is he doing at my party. Wait a fuck the minute, why is he staring at Bella that way?
FUCK. MY. LIFE
"Edward, this is Jacob, he is Bella's boyfriend" states Heidi who is now frowning when she sees the scowl that is now very apparent on my face.
"Edward, I'm sorry I didn't think you would mind if he tagged along, they just started dating so I.." Heidi quickly states trying to defuse my apparent disapproval.
"Heidi it is no big deal, really don't worry about it." I state trying not to sound like a complete dick.
Gigantor, strides over looking at me and then at Bella, I see a hint of something that I cannot place, as he wraps his tree trunk arms around Bella's tiny waist, he places a kiss on the side of her neck causing the sweetest giggle escape from those stunning lips. My chest constricts, my heart starts to pound, my blood coursing through my veins, my adrenaline definitely on the rise as a feral growl erupts from my mouth. "Holy fuck, did I just growl over a woman that is clearly taken?" Stunned I try to cover my obvious want to hike my legs and mark my territory caveman tendency and I violently begin to cough.
Heidi looking at me like I had just grown a second head that obviously looked like I had signed a pack with the devil and he was coming to collect on my soul "boss, you ok?" as she is slapping my back trying to dislodge the foot that I had stuck so deep in my mouth I could taste my ancestors toe jam.
"Yeah Heidi I am ok, sorry."
Jacob clearly not a stupid as he looks gives me a smirk that had we been alone I would have loved to wipe off his smug ass face. Jacob extended his mitt with sausage fingers in my direction.
"Hello Edward quite the hoe down you got going on here; I have never seen so many pieces that are model material in one location other than a strip joint." Stated Jacob; wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner at me.
Disgusted, I stare Jacob dead in the eye and calmly yet clearly state:
"Jacob, those "pieces" as you so eloquently called them are the awesome women of team Volturi consisting of my bartender, waitresses and our entertainment staff, those "pieces" are women Jacob (my voice raising with my tone becoming more clipped and irritated) they are not objects to be leered at, they are not pieces of meat, they are not for you to use and discard when you are finished with them. They have brains, they have families, and yes they have bodies of perfection which is a requirement at Volturi but not because I want them smacked, pinched, groped, ogled or drooled over but to show that not all night clubs are about sex, drugs, loud music and a one night stand. ALL of my girls are college educated as well as trained to defend themselves against those whom choose to objectify the fairer sex thinking that they are mere toys to be played with and tossed to the next dickwad that wants to dip his wick and get it WET!" my breathing was erratic, my blood pressure going through the roof and I wanted to rip off his tree trunk arms and beat him till he didn't have a single breath left to even say the word "pieces" to me again. On top of what kind of piece of shit talks about women like that in front of their girlfriend, seriously who fucking does that? Bella's eye where wide and shifting side to side clearly uncomfortable. Trying to defuse the situation I turn slightly and face Bella.
"Bella, it was a pleasure to meet you, I am sorry I got a little upset there, please accept my apology."
Very softly and in barely a whisper I heard "no problem Edward nice to meet you too."
I looked at Heidi who was clearly just as pissed as I was at Jacob, "Heidi I think we need to set up for the rum shot exercise, tell all male team members to meet me in the tent, and oh did u bring your uniform?"
Heidi beginning to relax and her smile wide and fierce knowing what I had planned for the rum shot game nodded her head and stated that she put it in the tent.
I shot Jacob another don't fuck with me glare, Bella a tight smile turned on my heel and went to the tent. On my way to the tent to completely fuck up my male team I encounter Rose, my best waitress at Volturi. She is the epitome of beauty. Long blonde hair, perfectly huge breasts that could make a grown man cry, a body that has so many of the right curves that you wished she was the autobahn and you a speeding car wanting to experience every dip and curve; the bluest eyes; that the deepest seas would weep at out of pure jealousy. Rose had the brain of a genius and the personality of a wild bear. Yes, she could be a little rough around the edges but anyone who knows Rose, knows that her heart runs like the deepest wells ever dug in the world.
"Hey Rose, do you think that you can get the women to get dressed in their gear for the rum shot exercise and meet us at the dance floor and tables please?"
"Sure thing Ed."
Shaking my head walking off, I did not bother to tell her to stop calling me Ed, even though I hated it, it made me sound like a stupid talking horse. I made it into the tent to find all of the male team member s looking at me waiting on baited breath as to what torture I was going to make them endure today. Every single male that works for me had to be at our annual functions or be fired on the spot, no if's ands or buts about it.
"ok gents, I know a few of you know that every year I make the men go through a sensitivity exercise to further my point of how the women at Volturi are not there for our enjoyment" collective groans course throughout the crowd of men whom begin to shift nervously as I pick up a Volturi uniform obviously worn by our fairer team members. "Now, I am going to hand you a uniform that is worn by our ladies, you are to change into them, grab a tray and meet me on the dance floor next to the table. Yes the heels are also mandatory, along with the stockings, and no jackets. I will not budge on this so don't try and make it fast, you all have 10 minutes, anyone not out there will be fined 50.00 per minute that you are late and if you don't dress out you will be fired, are we clear gentlemen?"
Getting the stink eye from 10 men can be quite an intimidating experience especially when your best friends happen to be shooting their stink eye at you. Fearing the safety of my junk, I quickly leave the tent and head for the dance floor. The women are all dressed in men's clothes, placed at different parts of the dance floor and tables as well as some of our local patrons who agreed to help me with this exercise and where just as anxious as I was to see Aro in a Volturi uniform that he himself decided on.
After their 10 minutes I see the men begin their long walk to the dance floor, all bright tomato red, stumbling and looking down right uncomfortable. I have Heidi line them up on the dance floor like Aro does every night for inspection. The uniform is tiny, tight black shirts with a low v neck line and very revealing of skin not leaving much to the imagination of those who are looking at their bodies. The shorts are a bright red booty short that their perfect asses more often than not show itself from. Thigh high black stalking that end right underneath the bottom hem of the booty shorts showing off the clips from the garter belts that range in color according to chain of command. Topped off with shiny black, open toed, strap back stiletto five inch heels. Seeing the women in their uniform is one thing, seeing hairy man legs ug disturbing. Once the cat calls, whistles, hoots, hollers and giggles stopped we began.
I step up to the mic and thank all of our guests for arriving at our function and let them know that for the remainder of the evening our male team will be at their beck and call after a little game of rum shots is complete. I also ask that everyone view my male team as they would my female team and treat them in any manner that they felt was inappropriate and or disgusting at any time that they had been a part of or patronage of Volturi. Huge wide smiles appeared on all of the female faces that where staring at me. I look to my left to see Aro's eyes wide with fear and Emby's face bright red.
"Ok here Is the game, gentlemen, you are to go to the bar, get 6 shots of rum place them on your tray along with two glasses of coke on the rocks. Place the try in your hand palm up, no resting on your shoulders, walk to the tables that are designated to your station and deliver the shots without spilling them. IF you spill them, you have to return to the bar and take that many shots, on top of return to the table that you have not tended to properly and give the ladies their shots. Once you have delivered 10 shots to each table in your station, you are then to return to the bar chug a beer with grace and dignity, then pick up a pen and pad and tend to your stations accordingly. Once the rum shots have been completed you will begin to offer them dinner, at which time you are to make DAM sure their dining experience is one of high quality that is demanded and expected at Volturi. Are we clear?"
Nodding heads and smiling faces appear before me. I see a few of my men feeling a little smug thinking that either they can take this challenge no problem or that they are that graceful in five inch heels. Again another thought that makes me shudder.
The rum shot game begins with all 10 men grabbing their shots, balancing their trays and stumbling to their stations. Of the 60 shots that went out only 5 survived the cause and were delivered. Aro took 4 steps, wobbled and went face down on the edge of a table cracking his forehead with a loud thump. Roars of laughter filled the back yard of my parents' estate. The men where objectified, ogled, cat called, pinched, groped and made to feel like walking talking sex. The one whom I thought would have done the worst due to his sheer size and thick thighs that actually finished first with the quickest time was Emmett. He actually took this exercise a lot better than I thought he would. He elegantly floated across the dance floor serving his shots, smiling at the women and the patrons, apologizing if he ever made them feel like pieces of meat. I allowed Emmett to kick off his heels while servicing the guests through dinner which he was the utmost grateful. Aro on the other hand looked like a raging bull on the war path looking for anyone whom he could kill and make miserable at a later date. I pulled Aro aside and let him know in no uncertain terms that if anyone comes to me again because of his roaming dick and his lack of class he would be on waitress duty for a month in full uniform.
Throughout the rest of the party I kept my eye on the beauty that has captured my attention. Watching her laugh at the men during the exercise and being a trooper when 6 shots of rum landed in her lap. Her laughter seared into my brain, a sound so profound and so beautiful that I knew I would forever be her slave if only that mutt would go the fuck away. I knew one day I would make that beautiful swan, my Gosling mine cause apes like Jacob can't help but fuck up eventually, and I Edward Cullen would happily take his spot at her side to protect her, love her, and be hers.
