Chapter 8: I'm Hot Tonight
Mr. Black had gotten dressed for the occasion, he stood in the mirror admiring his blue tuxedo. He heard a horn honk from outside, he looked out the window and a stretch limousine was parked outside. Willard was behind the wheel, he honked again. Mr. Black walked out of his apartment and took the elevator downstairs, he walked outside and got into the stretch. He sat in the backseat, where sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses along with a note. "You and Angela, have a drink on me. I'll meet you at the club. -Tony" The note read. Mr. Black put the bottle down, he wanted to wait for Angie to get in before he opened it. Willard rolled down the window separating the front and back, he turned to talk to Mr. Black. "So, the boss has taken quite a liking to you's." Willard told Mr. Black. "It ain't nothing, he is a good boss." Mr. Black replied. "Very good, you know he gave me a Delphine sports car. I worked for a lot of kingpins, not any as good as him." Willard said before rolling back up the window.
The limo pulled up in front of Angie's condo, Willard honked the horn while Mr. Black looked at the door. Angie stepped outside and Mr. Black's jaw nearly hit the floor, she wore an ultra short leopard print dress with open toed heels. Her hair was down and flowed over her shoulders in waves, she had her purse in her hand which contained a few thousand in cash and a pistol. Angie walked in her usual sexy strut that caught everyone's attention as she approached the limo. Willard attempted to get out when Mr. Black stopped him. "I'll be the gentleman here guy." Mr. Black told Willard. "By all means." Willard replied. Willard reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask, he opened it and took a sip of liquor. Mr. Black got out and held the door opened for Angie, she smiled at the act of chivalry. "Step inside beautiful." He told her. "Don't mind if I do handsome." She replied. Angie sat in the adjacent seat from Mr. Black and crossed her legs, Mr. Black grabbed the bottle of champagne and popped it open. He poured two glasses and handed one to Angie. "A toast, to opportunity." Mr. Black said. "I'll drink to that." Angie replied. They clinked their glasses and took a drink of the sparkling wine.
The stretch pulled up in front of the Babylon club, Willard parked the limo and the backdoor opened. Angie stepped out first, and as soon as she did the men standing outside the club waiting to get in all stared, much to their women's dismay. Mr. Black got out after her, the men in the line assumed he was her man so they quickly turned the other way in fear of the tall well built man. Willard drove the limo to the designated parking space and parked the stretch, before getting out and taking off his coat. Underneath the coat was an expensive leisure suit, he took his hat off and laid it in the driver's seat of the stretch. The three walked to the club entrance, the doorman stopped them. "You gotta wait in line." He told them. "See, uh slick. We really don't." Mr. Black replied. The bouncer sized up Mr. Black, they were both even in height and build. "I know you. Thunder." The bouncer said. "Yeah, Thunder. But that ain't important. We work for Montana, he's waiting for us inside." Mr. Black replied. "Oh, you work for Mr. Montana? I'm sorry, go ahead in." The bouncer said. "Thanks." Mr. Black replied. The three walked past the line and entered the club.
They walked into the club, Willard walked over to the bar and sat at the stool. Mr. Black kept a lookout for Tony, who they found sitting with his trophy girlfriend Jessica. Angie recognized Jessica from the trailer park, she was Cletus's wife. Jessica wore a short blue dress encrusted with diamonds, her red hair flowed down past her shoulders, and she wore too much makeup. Angie and Mr. Black sat in the booth, opposite of Tony and Jessica. "Where's Willard?" Tony asked them. "I think he's found his date." Angie replied, pointing at the bar. Tony lit a cigar and took a puff, he looked at the two in front of him. "In the short time I've had you two work for me, you've proven loyal. I want you two to come down to the islands with me, extra muscle doesn't hurt." Tony told them. "Smart move, you're a bad motherfucker. But those islands are dangerous." Mr. Black replied. "I know, just like Cuba. That was a fucking shithole man." Tony said in an always serious tone.
They were drinking wine and having a blast, even the serious Tony was laughing and enjoying himself instead of being miserable. The DJ had "I'm Hot Tonight" playing, the dancefloor was full and everyone of the coke fueled patrons were having fun dancing. Mr. Black looked at Angie. "You wanna dance beautiful?" He asked her. "Me?" She asked in response. "Yeah, you. Let's go cut some rug." He replied. "Sure, let's go." She said. Tony looked at Jessica. "You wnna dance sweetheart?" He asked her. "Why not?" She replied with a question in her southern accent. The four got out of the booth and onto the dance floor, the disco ball dropped from the ceiling as they boogied. "I like the way you move mama, keep it up." Tony told Jessica. She laughed and continued to swing, Mr. Black and Angie were swinging as well to the song.
Angie looked at Mr. Black, his size made him awkward on the dancefloor but she thought it was cute. "So, what's your real name?" Angie asked Mr. Black. "My real name?" He asked in response. "Yeah, I don't want to keep calling you Mr. Black, what's your name?" She asked again. "Leonardo, Leonardo Barzini." He replied. "I'm Italian too. Angela Marciano." She told him. "Nice name, I'll stick to Angie. You can call me Leon." Mr. Black told her. "Okay, Leon." Angie replied with a smile. Angie and Leon continued to dance, the cocaine and booze in their system filled them with lust. After a bit of dancing, they started to make out. Leon looked at her after a passionate kiss, she smiled seductively. "You wanna take this party to the bathroom?" Leon asked Angie. "Hell yeah, let's go." She replied. Leon took Angie by the hand and they left the floor, he walked her behind the bar room and through the casino to the bathroom where they made it hot and heavy.
Leon lead her into the third bathroom stall where he started kissing her, Angie giggled as he started to kiss her neck. He caressed her left thigh as she started nibbling his ear. He slid her purple g string off and dropped them to the floor, he picked her up and pinned her to the wall. They started passionately making out, Leon unzipped his pants, revealing his well endowed member. He thrust into Angie, who was ready and receiving. They continued their love making session, Angie had rarely had sex due to the sexual abuse her father had dealt to her. She moaned and panted with each thrust, the moans made Leon even more aroused. He thrust faster and harder, making Angie close. She wrapped her legs around Leon's waist and met his thrusts. They had both climaxed together, making out as they did so. Angie put her panties back on and looked at Leon, he looked back at her. "So, does this make us a thing? He asked her. "You tell me." She replied. "Damn right, but we gotta be professional." Leon told her. "No shit Sherlock, let's get back to the floor. I need a drink." She replied. They walked out of the bathroom and to the bar.