I sat waiting for the impending buzzer, my heart pounding in my chest as usual, my naked body covered in baby oil and thanks to the stroking by the pretty assistant, my cock stood erect and hopeful. I suppose I should start at the beginning really...
"Marcus, get your ass over here." Yelled my manager. I quickly got to my feet, wondering what I'd be blamed for this time.
"Yes Sir?" I asked.
"I told you to put $200 on Jones to win in the 4th, why the fuck does this betting slip say otherwise?" He asked, waving the piece of paper in my face.
"You said in the 5th Sir, you wrote it down, here, I still have the paper." I replied, trying not to sound like a smart-ass before I handed it to him.
"Well fuck, I wrote 4th but meant 5th. Never-mind, get out of my sight." He said then picked up his phone with a worried look on his face.
I sat back down at my desk and tried to think of ways to get hit by a meteor or something. My boss was the worst person I ever knew. I know what you're thinking, just quit right? Well, it wasn't quite that simple. I had crashed my old boss's Ferrari into a thankfully closed deli and until I could find a way to pay it off, I was stuck. I mean how was I to know his car was loaded with coke?
All charges were dropped against me, even though I was sober I was threatened with enough DUI, possession and criminal charges to give me 25 years but a man in a very expensive suit came to see me, told me to continue keeping my mouth shut and he'd see me when I got out. That happened to be just a few hours later but long story short, I worked for the Mob in one of their front/legit office buildings for a walking slime of a man who was somehow connected.
I heard blaring sounds of the boxing match coming from my boss's computer, followed not too much later by a tirade of cursing then the familiar site of my boss pacing up and down in his office. I hoped he'd not want me for anything, at the best of times he was horrible, in these moods I would be lucky to leave his office without something being thrown at me. About thirty minutes later a man came into the office, one I'd seen before and by his suit and 2 very well build bodyguards I assumed he was important. He stopped at my desk on his way to my boss's office.
"Do you know how to make espresso young man?" He asked, his voice quiet but commanding.
"I do Sir, may I make one for you?" I asked.
"I like it with one sugar cube, I'll be in there." He said then walked slowly to my boss's office.
I took pride in my coffee making, it also helped that my work had a $5000 espresso and coffee maker but it wasn't easy to use and turning the wrong dial meant a cup of very bitter pond scum but I only did that one time. I took a perfect cup of espresso to the visitor and handed it to him, waiting for his approval after he tried it.
"Mmm, someday you can teach my chef how to make coffee. Please close the door behind you, get my men a water or something." He said softly.
I didn't hang around, I closed the door and got the bodyguards a bottle of water each and busied myself with paperwork. Maybe 10 mins or so later the office door opened and I was summoned again, I hadn't heard anything but my boss sat with a blood soaked tissue at his nose and was clearly in fear.
"Mr Green here has disappointed me yet again. If he wasn't married to my cousin we'd be having a different conversation but that's not for you to worry about. What she see's in him I... Anyway, I have been inconvenienced, he said it's your fault, something about a bet placed wrong but I don't care. Please get your jacket, I have a new place of employment for you, I'll tell you about it in the car. Oh and don't look so worried, nobody is going to hurt you." Said the man.
I had visions of my new place of employment being at the bottom of the river despite his assurances but I soon learned my fears were misplaced. I sat in the limo facing the man, his attitude and demeanor was much more pleasant and relaxed in the car and he actually smiled.
"I'm sorry about that in there, Marcus, right? I'm Gino Vitelli, I uh, own certain interests here in town. Your former boss wasn't telling the truth about you placing that bet wrong, I can tell and really hate when I'm being lied to. Well, I didn't want to leave you there for that fat fuck to take his temper out on you but you have a certain build and I have a new job for you, my wife was looking for a new person for her hobby and I think you'll do fine." He said smiling.
"Thank you Mr Vitelli, I was told by Mr Ginsburg I couldn't leave that office until he said so, should I sent him an email or something?" I replied, wondering what I was getting into now.
"Don't worry, Ginsburg works for me, just be waiting out front at 9am tomorrow. My wife will expect you clean shaven and showered. Don't be late." He said as the car pulled up at my apartment.
I can't say I slept much that night, I set myself about 3 alarms and as expected I stood outside at 9am, showered and cleanly shaven, wondering what new world of hell I was being led to. A car pulled up and one of the bodyguards I'd seen with Mr Vitelli rolled down the window and told me to get in.
"I'm stopping for coffee do you want some?" He said as we pulled into traffic.
"I already had some, thank you." I replied.
"You can relax my friend, as long as you keep being respectful the way you have been, Mr V won't keep you tied to him forever. Mrs V is a good lady, if you're being given to her you're already in his good graces. Keep her happy and you'll do okay."
I didn't say much for the whole drive out to the country, we eventually parked next to what looked like stables but I didn't see any sign of horses. I was taken to the main house where a very attractive woman in a very nice white business style suit greeted me with a smile.
"Welcome and Hello, I'm Alice, my husband told me you were working for that Green cretin and he rescued you for me, good, now come and have some coffee." She said, leading me to the kitchen.
Mr Vitelli was already sitting at the table.
