There once was a time when Vincent wondered the streets of New York with a familiarity that could only come from having been there, often perhaps, too often at times. If you listened to the words between his incessant complaining about traffic and the people who were not like him you could sense that he was professing an undying love for Manhattan and frankly tried to spend as little time as possible in the other boroughs. At the end of his weary and long days Vincent would wonder to what is ultimately his favorite island to call it a night. Not far from the W on 47th before it was there he would haunt a very trendy depression era hotel on west 55th between 5th and 6th avenue. The staff seemed to be of Scandinavian descent, very beautiful and young. Like when you spend a great amount of time anywhere people fall into routines, they head for places that are familiar and that become comfortable, once such place for him was a Mexican place on 54th called Iguana. Vincent was an after 8:00pm dinner kind of guy and would wonder in still clad in the business attire of the day. He would receive a greeting from a lovely woman who more often than not was working as the hostess. They’d exchange pleasantries, discuss the day and if the place was not busy having died down from the pre theater dinner crowd often she would sit and talk with him. Some where between the harmless flirting was a genuine sexual tension, Vincent found her absolutely alluring and his banter was more often than not his typical aloof and challenging style. Unlike Nadrea she had always found this amusing, he was her dinner entertainment whenever he came in.
Her hair was long and dark, hazel eyes. She was often clad in a long flowing skirt featuring a subtle patterns and flowers. Her stride was also long and flowing, with a graceful movement of her hips with each passing second. Quite mesmerizing really, it was a hypnotic stride barely a half step a head of Vincent, looking back over her shoulder …in a playful smile and those dark and lovely eyes as she would lead him to his table for the evening. Her eyes were very seductive in and of themselves, on many occasions she would come by to talk while he ate, just few words here and a few words there, nothing of substance and nothing of meaning, merely two individuals who were exchanging words to fill the void of silence and loneliness in an other wise uneventful and unmemorable evening.
Time would pass and Vincent again found himself in the city and needing to eat. Rue on 57th was full of aspiring actresses looking for a meal ticket all too often, Vincent looked like that meal ticket, he loved the vibe , great scenery but he always felt cramped and disliked the corner it was on. Too busy being right there on Broadway. You can only live on Italian so much and when he grew tired of Patsy’s as exquisite as it or Carmines in the theater district, although the one on 92nd was not only the original but it was also better. In a city filled with amazing restaurants at every turn Vincent always found himself back on 54th conversing with his lovely acquaintance. From time to time he would meet a few clients there before heading out for the night. She was indeed a beautiful woman and often caught their eye as well, but he had become a frequent guest and garnered more attention than most. Perhaps she liked him, perhaps he was buying into the experience and perhaps the smiles were all in his mind. Then again Vincent was a well traveled man in most things in life and sex and seduction was one of his most frequent stops, it was unlikely that he was wrong.
At Vincent’s invitation Nadrea would meet him there at 8:15 that Thursday night As she walked in and his sexy Latin friend greeted her and Vincent at the door. She assumed Nadrea to be just another client and as his regular dinner guest, when she realized she wasn’t the situation became odd. The Latin then insisted on taking Vincent’s coat. She saw the couple to their table and slid her hand gently across Vincent’s shoulders as she walked away. Was she toying with his guest, who is typically not very territorial? Nadrea may not have been territorial but she also hated competition and Vincent knowingly played along as her irritation rose. The Latin in her subtle way sensed Nadrea’s displeasure and she began playing for his attention, for his smiles, for his undivided attention in conversation, ignoring Nadrea. After leaving the table she moved back across the restaurant using that mesmerizing stride hips flowing effortlessly side to side. Vincent couldn’t help but watch her as she walked he was after all not dead, and even if he had been he might have cheated death and time for one last glance of her. It is a wonderful gift that some women possess to flaunt their sexuality in a timeless manner, luring the simpler sex into their web. One would think that Nadrea would have noticed but she was soon to receive more than her fair share of attention from the males on the staff. Who were in their own right quite alluring to her.
“Lets take her home” Nadrea declared also watching her walk. Vincent didn’t respond, he hadn’t heard her he was too distracted. “Seriously we should take her home” Nadrea continued.
“OK” Vincent said undaunted.
“Have you had her before?” Nadrea inquired, seeing her as more of a plaything for herself if Vincent hadn’t.
He smiled “I’ll never tell.” He said with that damned laugh showing up for the first time in the evening.
Nadrea wasn’t certain. “Too bad, it would be nice if we could have both shared her together for the first time.” Nadrea said tempting him with the though of both women. “Should I invite her to join us?” Vincent now was reclined in his chair fully amused by Nadrea’s need for his attention.
“Sure, but you’d be too jealous to share me.” He offered. Nadrea paused thinking that it had not really been a issue in the past, but then again she hadn’t felt quite the same way about them as she was beginning to about Vincent.
“What does she drink?” Nadrea was attempting to determine how well he really knew the Latin.
“Sparkling water”
“What else?” she pressed. “She has to drink something else.”
Vincent knew where she was heading “Pineapple juice with breakfast” he said almost mystically.
Nadrea now was wondering whether he was just answering to answer, was he bluffing or did he really know. She pressed further “And what does she usually have for breakfast?” Vincent leaning in his torso crossing the plane over the table top on a sharp angle, he looked right at Nadrea, “Well when I’m around what she usually has for breakfast is Pineapple juice and ME.”
Nadrea’s nostrils flared, had he not only fucked her but spent the night with her, Nadrea had only fucked him. That Sunday through Wednesday had she kept him company in the still of the night, waking next to him , she determined that she didn’t like the competition. Who was this woman? Right about then the Latin and her damned sensual stride and ample curves walked by.
“Is everything OK?” She asked placing a hand gently on Vincent’s back.
“It’s perfect just like always.”
“What is it again you like to have for breakfast?” he asked.
She smiled. “Pineapple juice but you know that don’t you Mr. Soy protein shake?” She said as she walked away, Vincent was more than obvious in watching her.
“So how is she? She looks delightful.” Nadrea now resolving herself to a threesome for the night.
Vincent just laughed, his laugh gaining volume and intensity. Nadrea took it all in as the Latin came back across the restaurant smiling at Nadrea. Vincent and the Latin had just the day before discussed breakfast preferences, over dinner which was Vegetarian with Soy cheese enchilada’s in a corn tortilla and a grilled chicken breast. “I’ll never tell” he said.
“Fine then I’ll find out for myself!” Nadrea said ending the conversation until dinner had arrived, they sat in silence, Vincent laughing to himself, Nadrea planning on how to seduce the Latin. Two could play at that game she thought. Looking at a well dressed Hispanic man she directed Vincent’s attention toward him, “Maybe we could bring him along too?”
Vincent said between bites of fajita “Doubtful.”
“Why don’t you think I could convince him to play with the three of us?”
“No.” Vincent said firmly a tone that indicated that he had no doubt in his mind that it would be an impossible feat.
“And why the fuck not?” Nadrea demanded irritated that Vincent blatantly thought she wasn’t capable of such a thing.
“A lot of reason’s” he paused “You could get him to have you without any work, probably anyway you like, but not her. Besides in typical Latin fashion he prefers blondes.”
“Why not her too?” Nadrea not yet ready to concede her original point.
Vincent laughed his damned laugh “She’s his sister.”
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