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Chapter 21 Got Milk?
Jack led Hilda into the front door of the G-Spot, leaving it open for her.
"Welcome back Jack." The familiar voice of Valerie the hostess said. Jack turned and noticed she was in the middle of helping someone, but still greeted him regardless. He could hear the pulsing sounds of the music just beyond the entryway.
Once the guy in front of them was done, Jack and Hilda approached.
"Great to see you again." Jack said. "Looking as elegant as ever I see."
Valerie smiled. "Thank you sir." She glanced at Hilda and immediately looked down at the computer. "$100 for the both of you."
"Friday night premium." Jack told Hilda as he handed Valerie a 100 dollar bill. He reached into his wallet and pulled out another twenty for Valerie.
"Thank you Mr. Cobal. Enjoy..." Valerie said lasciviously.
Jack led Hilda through the door and his eyes darted right to the nearest stage. Bright lights created a lake of light, where observed a very well endowed woman with enormous tits and pink hair, along with a matching pink thong. Jack was mesmerized by the bouncing titties on the stage. They were borderline Lillie-sized.
He heard Hilda gasp, and turned, seeing Hilda with her jaw completely open as she too was mesmerized by the woman on stage.
"Gimme your credit card." Hilda said.
"Trying to get a dance from her? I'll buy." Jack offered.
Hilda tensed. "N-no..." She struggled. "I need to go to the bar."
Jack pulled his wallet out and gave Hilda his black card, then made his way to the ATM. He noticed a group of strippers eyeing him and he smiled and waved quickly before He felt an erection growing in his pants. "Should've changed into those new pants..." He thought. It was too late to do anything about it now. He put his card in the ATM and withdrew a lesser amount than last time, just $2,500. "Just me, not for Hilda." He said, knowing full well he may well be back in not too long a time.
The ATM began buzzing as it readied the stack of $20 bills, and he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned non-chalantly, seeing Nessa looking at him with a nervous expression in her big, blue, eyes. He felt himself grimace. "Sup?" He asked.
"Good to see you again..." Nessa said, sounding a little vulnerable. "How've you been?"
Jack heard the machine spit out the stack of 20s and he turned away from her, swiping the stack and putting them in his pocket. "Been doing my thing." He said intentionally quietly.
"What?" Nessa said loudly. "The music's too loud. Want to go somewhere and talk?"
Jack shrugged. "I'm going to the bar." He said emotionlessly before marching over, not really caring that Nessa was hovering behind him.
He spotted Hilda, a blue mixed drink in front of her, and grabbed a bar stool next to her.
"Who's your friend?" Hilda asked, pointing at Nessa.
"I'm Nessa." She piped up, extending her hand.
Hilda gave Nessa's whole body a once-over, as did Jack, and he noticed her white and orange bikini left little to the imagination. "I'm Hilda." Hilda replied.
"Pleased to meet you." Nessa said with a big grin.
Jack chuckled. "That's not what you were saying about her last time."
Nessa's grin faded. "What did I say- oh..." Nessa realized this was his assistant she'd said could "fuck off."
"I believe your exact words were-" Jack began before Nessa cut him off.
"I know what I said, and I'm sorry..." Nessa said nervously. "You'd given me more money than I'd ever made in a night here, the best dick I'd ever had, and you being a billionaire got me pretty bold... I over-stepped."
Hilda side-eyed Jack and smirked. "He's had that effect on a lot of ladies around on the island. You're not the only one whose gotten protective."
Nessa nodded. "Thank you for understanding Hilda." Nessa said, then turned her attention back to Jack. "Any chance-"
"Not tonight." Jack said, waving her off. "I'll let you know next time I'm here."
Nessa gulped. "I can go to your place for a private session-"
Hilda looked at Jack, but he remained stone-faced. "That won't be necessary, Nessa."
"Oh... okay..." Nessa looked to the ground, dejected, but stayed next to him.
"Can I pay you to go away?" Jack asked, irritated.
Soon another dancer appeared behind Nessa. She had short, light brown hair, and a white bikini top with a white thong leaving very little to the imagine. "Nessa, go take a ten." The woman said.
Nessa turned around, startled, and nodded before trudging off.
"Apologies about that Mr. Cobal." The woman said, with her hypnotic, light blue eyes looked in on Jack's own. "I hear you made quite an impression on the girls here earlier this week."
"I'm sure he did." Hilda chimed in, offering her hand. "I'm Hilda, Mr. Cobal's manager."
"A pleasure." The woman said. "I'm Diantha. I dance and help supervise the girls..."
Jack nodded. He normally wasn't a fan of girls with short-hair, as it was a little shorter than Zinnia's and Bea's, but the short hairstyle looked really good on her. "I'm pretty down to have a dance from you, Diantha. Just need a couple drinks first."
Diantha smiled. "Thanks for the flattery, but I'm on stage in a couple songs." Diantha explained, then she raised her hand and pointed to him. "Roxie!"
In a flash, the cute girl with dyed white hair appeared in front of him. She was a bit short, but had a sky blue corset on with purple stripes, doing their best to showcase her smaller chest. She had a spiked ponytail that bounced around with her every step. He couldn't see what Roxie was wearing below, but he figured it was showing off some leg.
"Sorry about that, what can I get you, sir?" Roxie asked.
"A shot of tequila and..." he turned to Hilda , and pointed at the glass. "Is that an Alolan Blue?"
Hilda nodded. "I see you why drank so many of them on your first day."
"One of those." He put a couple twenty dollar bills on the bar-top and turned to Diantha, who had since disappeared. He turned back to Hilda.
"You don't like Nessa, much do you?" Hilda asked.
"Yeah." Jack nodded. "Her whole attitude changed when I mentioned I was rich. I definitely shouldn't have told her."
"You shouldn't tell anyone that." Hilda corrected.
"Yeah, you're right." Jack answered.
"Oh and because I didn't ask earlier..." Hilda said. "What was Serena's 'contract stipulation?'"
Jack chuckled. "One blowjob per day."
Hilda wheezed. "She'll fit right in." Hilda collected herself. "Can she help us tomorrow? You got that lunch date with that Berlitz bitch. I want you to be presentable."
Jack grimaced. "Didn't ask. Was hoping I'd be too hungover to go."
"Go..." Hilda pleaded. "It'll really help get Oleana off my back."
Jack nodded. "Fair... And if she's off your back, she's a step further away from coming here, right?"
Hilda nodded. "About right. And if she yanks me away from here, you have to deal with Rosa, who-"
"She's alright." Jack said. "But whenever I had her watching over me in Castelia she wouldn't leave me alone."
Hilda nodded. "Exactly." She paused. "Kinda funny, never thought I'd be having a casual conversation like this with you in a strip club."
"Well it won't be for much longer." Jack said as he eyed Jesse, the annoying red-head from last time approaching him, in the same white and red polka-dot lingerie. "Hope she washes 'em." He smirked at the thought.
"Well stud, you're back. You look awful lonely." Jesse said, her eyes focused on him.
"I'm good." Jack said. Jesse then leaned over to whisper in his ear, and he caught a nice view of her breasts.
"I'll suck your cock for free, pretty boy. Just gimme a chance."
Jack smiled uneasily. "Cool... I'll let you know if I'm interested."
Jesse grimaced. "I'm not kidding-"
Jack nodded. "So, do I just pay you to go away or...?"
Jesse grunted and turned around, marching away angrily.
Hilda giggled. "This is the first time I've seen you reject not just one, but two girls."
Jack smiled. "Selene used to work here-"
Hilda's jaw dropped. "No way!"
"It's how her and Anabel met." Jack explained. "Selene mentioned some of the girls charge way too little to fuck. I think that redhead's one of 'em."
Hilda shook her head. "Well, at least it's possible you can say no to women throwing themselves at you."
"It'll stay pretty rare." Jack said, before realizing his drinks were in front of him.
"What you doing, baby-sitting?" Roxie teased him. "There are sober children on this island, finish your drink!"
Jack and Hilda both laughed, and Jack raised his shot to Hilda. "To my my wonderful, very patient manager, Hilda."
Hilda rolled her eyes and shook her head, raising her glass to toast him. He downed the shot quickly.
Roxie mozied over. "So what brings you two here tonight? Date night-"
Hilda shook her head. "He's my boss, I'm his manager."
Jack chuckled. "Supposed to have a quick meeting with someone."
Roxie looked at him. "Having a meeting here?" She asked. "It's a pretty hard place to do it, y'know, with all the guys being hard all the time here."
Jack and Hilda both rolled their eyes, he couldn't help but laugh some more. "You keep doing that I'm gonna spill my drink."
Roxie smiled. "It'll cost double next time if you do it. And I'm kind of in a bad mood anyways."
"You don't seem like it." Hilda mentioned.
Roxie rolled her eyes. "Kind of yeah... I'm in a band, and we were supposed to have a rehearsal tonight before our big gig tomorrow, but the other bartender called in sick."
The conversation went on for a few more minutes. Jack chugged his drink, and Roxie made another one for him, also explaining where the gig was, what kind of band she was in. Small talk Jack was kind of getting tired of. He turned around and noticed the very attractive woman who was on stage earlier, the one with the enormous tits, pink hair, and matching underwear was nearby.
Jack chugged his drink. "See ya in a bit." He told Hilda and Roxie.
He moved quickly, noticing a couple other guys were getting something from their pockets. He went over with a big smile. "You were great up there."
The buxom woman smiled. "Thanks, hot stuff." She said. "Looking for a dance?" She then paused and groped her enormous knockers.
"Yeah." Jack said quietly, the glorious sight in front of him making him lose composure.
She took him by the hand and led him into the back area with the private rooms. "I hear you made quite an impression last time you were here, Mr. Cobal."
"Only cuz the ladies made quite an impression on me." He replied. "What's your name?"
"Whitney." She said, then gasped and covered her mouth. "That's not what you'd hear on stage though." She then slipped into a room, pulling Jack along to the elevated massage mat in the middle. She put her hands on his shoulder and started to move him into sitting down. He could feel the warmth of her breath, his eyes were mesmerized by the enormous set of knockers Whitney was sporting. She then suddenly pushed her tits into his face. He couldn't help but moan as her warm, soft jugs pushed against his face.
"Does baby want some milk?" Whitney asked lasciviously.
He'd never been to into the whole "baby" thing when it came to breasts, but that way of thinking went out the window as Whitney continued to press her jugs in his face.
"Yes..." Jack replied lowly.
Whitney then took the sensual delight from him, withdrawing to the entrance of the room and shutting the curtains. "You better ask your mommy politely..." Whitney teased. "Or baby won't get any..."
Jack wasn't sure if he had to play along or she wanted the money first, so he did both. "Mommy please..." He whipped out his cash and took what was probably half of the pile of 20s he'd gotten from the ATM. He looked up and was surprised Whitney had appeared right in front of him, holding her gigantic breasts and towering over him. He wasn't sure how long her pink top would hold on for.
Whitney took the pile of cash and set it aside, then undid her top, revealing perfectly proportioned nipples for her divine sex mounds. "And what does baby want mommy to do, exactly?" She asked playfully.
"I want to-" Jack began, but Whitney wagged her finger at him. "Baby's so hungry..." He began, in a higher-pitched voice. He felt weird saying it, but his erection was raging incredibly hard down below. "...Will mommy please... feed baby?" He said, feeling like a weirdo, but he felt his boxers get wet. He realized his libido sure didn't mind.
Whitney smiled. "Oh thaaat's what baby wants..." She said in her role-playing voice. "Well, mommy always wants to make sure baby's well fed..." Whitney then pressed her hand on his shoulder, putting his back on the massage bed and climbing over him, her hips right on top of his. His erection had begun poking her. She then lowered her upper body on him, and he put his mouth on her nipple, but she gave him a playful slap. "Oh, baby's so hungry..."
"Yes, mommy..." He said in his own role-playing voice, feeling weird, but his he felt another spurt of pre-cum shoot out of him betraying how much he was beginning to enjoy it.
Whitney then grinned and pressed her right breast into his face, allowing his lips to latch on and his tongue to go to work. He then felt some fluid in his mouth, and realizing she wasn't kidding about the milk thing. He then began sucking as hard as he could, careful not to bite Whitney's nipple. He felt more and more fluid slowly seep out of her.
"Fuck that feels good..." Whitney said, away from her role-play voice. Jack took that as directions to suck even more fiercely. He opened his eyes to see Whitney eyeing him and biting her lip. "You're really good at this, y'know that?"
He voiced a "uh-huh" but he didn't say anything as he continued to go to work on Whitney tittie.
"Fuck Mr. Cobal, you smell so fucking good..." Whitney cooed. "And you're so hard..." He felt his erection throb once more in response. He opened his eyes again and noticed her hand went down to her nether regions, and she moaned in ecstasy. She then began to dry hump him, and it took all of his willpower not to shoot load after load of cum into his drawers.
Whitney then playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't stop sucking, baby..."
Jack realized he'd let up on the sucking as she started dry-humping, so he let go of his mouth's grip on her one titty and went to the other one. and Whitney groaned in delight. Whitney's dry humping grew even faster, and he couldn't keep himself from cumming much longer. He released Whitney's titty, panting.
"I'm gonna cum if you... keep going..." Jack warned, realizing he couldn't talk to Giovanni and do the rest of his night with a huge stain on his pants.
Whitney smiled. "Okay..." She said as she stopped dry-humping him. She then eyed the pile of cash. "How much you give me?"
"Somewhere over a thousand, I think." Jack answered.
Whitney then gave him a wicked smile and returned to her role play voice. "Mommy's about to give baby suuuuuch a treat..."
She got her hips off of him, then un-zipped his pants and skillfully got his achingly hard erection free.
"Now baby, ask nicely..."
"Mommy can you... help me?" Jack said, not entirely sure what she was planning.
"Beg for mommy..." Whitney cooed. "Beg for mommy to let you cum."
"Mommy please, let baby cum... Please..." He didn't realize he volunteered the "baby" and felt like a weirdo once more.
"Of course, baby." Whitney said, then he watched as his cock was swallowed up by Whitney's breasts, and she even spat on his cock, then began massaging his cock with her breasts.
"Oh god... mommy..." He said involuntarily.
"Does mommy make baby feel gooooood?" Whitney asked.
"Yeeees mommy..." He said, unable to hold back the dam any longer. She quickened her pace and he lost control of his body as pleasure overwhelmed him. He could tell he was groaning, but the intensity of his orgasm drowned it all out.
When he cameo out of the pleasure haze, he saw Whitney smiling lasciviously. "That's a lot of cum." She said, dropping her role play voice.
"Well, you milked it out of me rather expertly..." Jack replied, still trying to catch his breath.
Whitney smiled proudly. Even in the dim light he could see streaks of his cum on her face. She then pushed herself off of the massage bed, causing her enormous breasts to wobble erotically. He felt blood began to rush back to his member.
"Woah... That thing's ready to go again?" Whitney asked, quite shocked.
"It's uh... medical condition." Jack lied.
"No wonder the girls are crazy for you." Whitney said, then grinned. "That or your scent is just..." She then pantomimed a chef's kiss motion. "We can do round two if baby needs more milk..." Whitney grabbed her tits and grinned lasciviously.
Jack smiled. "It's awfully tempting... But I gotta talk to Giovanni any minute now."
Whitney giggled. "Well, you'll know where to find me when baby needs more milk." She leaned over and grabbed the pile of money he'd given her, along with her bikini top, then went to the sanitizing wipe dispenser in the corner of the room and began wiping his jizz off her face.
"Whitney, before you go..." Jack said, causing Whitney to turn around. "Odd question, but have you ever met the head of the Aether Foundation, Lusamine?"
Whitney nodded. "Yeah, she visited the ranch I used to work at. She gave me a big ol' hug too, I didn't think she'd be so outgoing."
Jack nodded. "Interesting..."
"Why do you ask? She bothering you for donations or something?"
Jack smiled. "Essentially."
Whitney fitted her top on and put the pile of money in her breasts. "Well, are you gonna leave or what?" Whitney asked Jack, who was still lying on the massage bed, half-chubb.
"Oh shit, yeah." Jack put his member back in his jeans and zipped up, then took Whitney's hand as she led him back to the main floor of the G-Spot. He checked his phone, seeing he still had a good five minutes before meeting up with Giovanni. "And that's if he's on time." He thought to himself.
He scanned the room to see if Marnie was around, but she was nowhere to be found. He saw Nessa striking up conversation with a guy, but he could tell by the man's body language he wasn't into it. He started to feel kinda bad for her. Yeah, she'd tried to manipulate him and get possessive, but he'd been a dick to her. "Maybe it evens out." He thought to himself. "Maybe she learned her lesson." He nodded in agreement with that way of thinking, and turned around to go to the bar where Hilda had two empty glasses in front of her and was sipping on another Alolan Blue.
Jack got back on the barstool next to Hilda with a big grin. "I suppose you did more than get a dance." Hilda said, taking another sip.
"Yeah." Jack replied.
Roxie then motored over to Jack with a big grin. "The girls taking care of you?"
Jack nodded. "Most definitely. Can I get another Blue Alolan?"
Roxie nodded. "You want an extra shot?"
Jack shook his head. "I wish... Meeting's coming up in a bit. Maybe when I get back."
Hilda grimaced. "Shouldn't we be leaving then?"
Jack shrugged. "I mean, I guess..."
Just then, a woman with long, curled blonde hair, along with dark, fishnet stockings, a black corset and white mini-dress combo appeared beside Jack. "Mr. Cobal, Giovanni will see you now."
Jack turned to Roxie. "Rain check on that Alolan Blue, Roxie." He noticed Roxie had just poured the first bit of liquid into the glass.
"I'll have it." Hilda said, then began chugging her fresh drink.
Jack then got up to follow the well dressed woman, but Hilda grabbed him by the shirt. She took a huge gulp and Hilda gagged a little bit. "One sec... Wanna ask the girl something."
The woman gave Hilda an annoyed look. "What?"
Hilda took a deep breath. "I'd like to work out an arrangement with Mr. Giovanni. Wouldn't take more than a couple minutes."
Jack eyed Hilda skeptically.
"I want to see if we can get some of the girls here to come to our residence on their off-nights... And if that'd be okay with him." Hilda clarified.
Domino shrugged. "I'll inform him. If he's interested, I'll come get you in a bit. Now, if you please..." The woman then took Jack by the arm like the girls did, and led him back into the private rooms in the back.
"May I ask what your name is, miss?" Jack asked, curious as who the sexy, lithe form taking care of him was.
"Call me Domino." She said, a little annoyed.
She then led him to the end of the private rooms, where a security door blended in seemlessly with the wall. Domino took out a key card and the door opened. She pulled him along inside, and upon the door closing behind them, Domino released his arm. The hallway looked like a generic, corporate hallway with white walls and a white-tiled floor. Domino led Jack to the end of the hallway, where a small secretary desk was, and a looming, black, door with a red "G" hung proudly.
"Give me a moment to talk to the boss-man about Hilda's request to meet with him." Domino said, and hurried into Giovanni's office before Jack could even respond. Jack looked at her desk, and it looked pretty bare besides the computer, printer, and vase with black tulips next to the computer. "Specific choice." He thought.
After maybe half a minute, Domino opened the door. "Giovanni will see you now."
Jack nodded. "Thank you." He entered the office and saw Giovanni a Kanto-nian Persian on his lap. "Good evening Giovanni." He greeted. "Thanks for seeing me."
Giovanni smiled. "Of course, always want to talk to a friend when his name comes up."
Jack realized he left the door open and turned around to close it.
"No need." Giovanni said. "Domino has tighter lips than I do, and that's saying something."
Domino laughed. "'Tight' and 'lips' boss? You're not getting a quickie with me afterwards."
"But you're lookin' so nice." Giovanni fired back.
Domino then slammed the door shut, and Giovanni's grin returned. "She hates having to dress up like that. When I need her to blend in with the strippers..."
"She's not one?" Jack asked.
Giovanni shook his head. "Daughter of an old associate of mine, no way." Giovanni then paused. "So the reason I called you to the strip club specifically is a little complicated, so I'll start from the beginning." Giovanni began.
"Earlier this afternoon, I was reached out to by a representative of the Veilstone family. They're the richest family in Sinoh, who are the last descendants of the prestigious Diamond Clan from the days the Sinoh region was called Hisui. They were the private jet that just landed in the airport a couple hours ago, one of the two I messaged you about. On that private jet, they had one marquee passenger of note, the family's only daughter and heiress to their fortune, Ursula. Along with an entourage of staff."
Jack nodded, mostly to show he was listening and didn't want to interrupt.
"Well, the family's representative offered me twenty grand for any information I might have on you."
"Oh..." Jack said, not expecting things to escalate so quickly.
"So to avoid any suspicion, I took the money, and told 'em you had some fun at the Battle Club. Told 'em the story about you and Zinnia." Giovanni then paused. "Now before you get your panties in a twist, I didn't tell them anything major or important, like all the fun you had at the Strip Club or that you're a VIP of mine. They'd eventually find out about the whole Zinnia story anyways, so I fed 'em that info. If I'd rejected their offer, they'd probably just dig for info on you even harder. This way I can keep a tab on what they know, play around with them a bit."
Jack nodded, feeling much better about having Giovanni on his side.
"Now I specifically asked you to come to the strip club tonight, because I don't want to be seen talking business with you at the Battle Club while that family is still around. They brought a few PI's, and probably have hired a few on the island. Assume anytime you're not here or at your property, these Veilstone family schmucks will have eyes on you. Even at the Battle Club, much as I loathe to admit it."
"And the strip club's safe, why exactly?" Jack asked.
"Because it's very easy to tell if someone's not here for the girls." Giovanni explained. "Battle Club, not so much. As a precaution I had Domino dress like a stripper and lead you into the back rooms, just in case they had someone in here."
"And how do I get this Veilstone family off my ass?" Jack replied.
Giovanni shrugged. "They're pretty intense... They've risen the ranks of the Sinohoan aristocracy incredibly fast. Lot of blackmail, lot of intrigue. They've torn down other high-ranking families by setting up ponzi schemes. It's come out the Acuity family fell for one and declared bankruptcy a few months ago, and I suspect another high-ranking house, the Berlitz family will do so within the next week-"
"Wait, the Berlitz family? Bankrupt?" Jack asked, shocked.
"Yeah..." Giovanni gave him a curious look. "Why you mention them?"
"Their oldest daughter Dawn showed up at my property yesterday, unannounced." Jack explained. "Figured they were one of the families that sent their private jets my way..."
Giovanni chuckled and shook his head. "They sold their private jet a month ago when they realized they might've fallen for a Veilstone-backed ponzi scheme. The jewelry market in Sinoh's been flooded with high quality gemstones and what-not, and they look awfully similar to ones the Berlitz Matriarch used to wear."
Jack began to laugh. The stuck-up bitch was about to get what was coming to her. "She was such an elitist cunt too. She claimed she was in Alola to scout out places for some luxury neighborhood development..."
"Bunch of shit." Giovanni said. "They're flat broke. I suppose her showing up was some desperate attempt to marry you and have your fortune bail them out of the situation they're in."
"Sounds like it." Jack agreed. "Too bad for her I hate absolutely hate her guts."
"Well I suspect the Veilstone family will be reaching out to arrange a meeting sometime soon, or just crash a place they see you're at. So keep a heads up."
Jack then remembered who his lunch date was tomorrow. "I'm seeing her again tomorrow... The Berlitz girl. At the Heart of the Sea."
Giovanni laughed. "I've heard the Veilstone heiress is staying there, so yeah, they'll probably crash that lunch of yours. Should be fun to watch the fireworks."
Jack sighed. "Hopefully..."
"Got any other questions for me, bud?" Giovanni asked.
Jack shook his head, then realized something. "Actually, wait, is Marnie working tonight?"
Giovanni smiled. "She's go-go dancing at the Battle Club tonight, but I figured you wanted to see her, so she's probably waiting for you outside."
Jack's jaw dropped. "You're the best, Giovanni."
Giovanni smiled. "Oh yeah."
Jack gave him a fist bump and headed out, swinging open the door, seeing Domino, Hilda, and Marnie in all-black lingerie, waiting outside the office.
"Marnie!" Jack bellowed, and he went to give her a big hug. Marnie squeezed him tight, pushing her enormous ta-ta's in him, and one of her hands made it's way to his groin, and she gave him a touch. "Follow me..." She ordered softly.
Hilda watched intensely as Marnie led Jack away, thoughts of the things the two would do together immediately made her panties even wetter. "Maybe I could just ask to be in the room with them..." She thought for the fifth time in the last minute.
"Uh, Miss... Giovanni will see you now." Domino said, a little uncertainly.
Hilda snapped out of her erotic revelry, feeling blood rushing to her cheeks. "Yeah, right..." She waltzed into Giovanni's office, unable to get over the feeling of how wet her panties were.
She closed the door hurriedly and sat down, her heart pounding. She'd pounded four drinks just to make sure she'd be able to even broach this subject.
"So what can I do for you, Ms. Hilda?" Giovanni said curiously.
Hilda took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I... This is a hard thing to talk about..."
"I'm sure I've talked about far worse things in my life." Giovanni paused, but Hilda couldn't find the words. "Spit it out girl. That's what the drinks were for, right?"
Hilda gulped and nodded. "Yeah..." She was feeling very short of breath. "Okay, just gonna say it... I really like watching people fuck." She took another deep breath as she finally got it off her chest. "Like... a lot."
Giovanni raised his eyebrows. "A voyeur eh?" He said with a grin. "Your boss is a lucky man, an assistant that enjoys watching him fuck all sorts of girls. I suppose you've enjoyed the hidden security cameras around the property?"
Hilda gasped. "Wha- no... no, we don't uh... have those..." She squeaked.
Giovanni sighed. "Most of my career was knowing when someone was full of shit. And that last sentence was a toilet-ful. Every high end property like Jack's has hundreds of covert security cameras. You don't have to say you watch the cameras, I know you do, but that's not the point." Giovanni continued. "Why are you here?"
Hilda nodded. "Sorry sir... I'm just uncomfortable telling this all to someone..."
"Okay." Giovanni grunted. "What's the point of why we're talking today?"
"Do you have cameras, here?" Hilda said. "I can pay a pretty good price for footage of what Mr. Cobal does here."
Giovanni grinned an amused grin. "No. Joint like us, we get inspected a lot. I don't have them cuz I can't. Also I'm not into watching what the girls are doing, since I already know what most of them are doing. But I do have a couple rooms that have a private spectating point, or 'peephole' as some call it."
Hilda gasped. "That... I guess that could work. How... much?"
"Give me a grand a month and you get unlimited access." Giovanni then paused. "But the way you're so hot and bothered, I suspect your boss will figure out your little fetish sooner rather than later."
Hilda's jaw quivered. She had been so close to breaking just today. "Yeah... but I have to keep this up as long as I can..."
Giovanni snorted. "Whatever floats your boat then, honey. Anything else? Like that stripper arrangement Domino mentioned?"
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll compensate whatever dancers come over to the property very well-"
Giovanni shook his head. "Anything done outside of here is their own thing. I'm not in the business of pimping girls out anymore."
Hilda nodded. "Okay... and thank you Mr. Giovanni, for speaking to me after the scene I caused at the Battle Club, and being accommodating to my uh... desires." Hilda said before reaching into her purse for her wallet, and counting out hundred dollar bills.
"It's all good." Giovanni replied, a smirk forming on his face. "Say, I'm about to have a quickie with that hot piece of ass at my secretary desk. Wanna watch?"
Hilda's jaw dropped. "C-can I?" Her entire face lit up.
Giovanni smiled. "Sure, just don't try to join in or anything."
"I promise..."
Giovanni then got up and went to the door and cracked it open. "You ready, Domino?"
"Finally!" Domino declared loudly. "Wait, what about her-"
"She's a huge fan of watching. Figure I'd give her a treat." Giovanni explained.
Hilda's whole body began to quiver with excitement.
Domino entered the room and eyed up Hilda. "Alright, just don't be weird about it..." She instructed Hilda.
Hilda nodded excitedly, a hand already reaching down her shorts.
Domino then hopped onto Giovanni, straddling him.
"Oh, no panties, Domino?" Giovanni asked.
"You know I'm not allowed to wear panties in this building..." Domino fired back.
Hilda moaned. "I know what rule I need to make for the Cobal property..." Hilda thought to herself as she plunged her fingers in her sweetness and began to melt.
