AUTHOR: Giuseppe
Starring: Jan Holsen / Miguel Le Breton
GENRE: Erotic
RATING: NC 17
DISCLAIMER: I just took inspiration from the "Special Team Leipzig" but the characters are completely original
SUMMARY: Jan Holsen professional gigolo will dare go against a ruthless drug lord? His protector will pull him out of trouble or things will get worse?
Feedback: giusipatito@yahoo.it
White Rabbit
The roadmap said, always follow the coniglio bianco. Jan ci aveva messo poco a scoprire che il coniglio bianco era il nome di un bar che logicamente non era un vero bar ma un troiaio. Un locale per scambisti con tanto di spogliarelli e ballerine di Lap dance. Si maledì per aver dato di nuovo retta a Miguel ed essere venuto in taxi. Difatti il tassista non sapeva un accidente di dove si trovasse il coniglio bianco, e da quasi due ore giravano come trottole nel hinterland di Berlino.Tra l’altro odiava passare per i sobborghi, gli ricordavano troppo il quartiere dove era cresciuto.
Finalmente trovarono il locale, all’insegna mancavano tre luci.
“Mi lasci pure qui” gli appioppò venti euro e poi scese. L’omuncolo li accettò e prima di andarsene gridò: "Farewell fennel Jan Holsen said the middle finger and then swore. Already that evening did not really want to work, there was Bayer Monaco - Borussia. He loved to die for football, had also practiced as a kid now than he kicked over a can of beer.
He passed a group of people waiting to enter.
"Hello Jan, enter" threw out the one recognized him.
"Berger" was pleased to see a familiar face. Berger was a friend of his, although it was more a friend of Miguel.
"You talk to the guy with white hair and whiskers, his name is Eduard Rott, who you will give him an appointment"
"Very well thank you" Following a final pat on the back Jan ventured to enter. Like all the crap he had to attend taverns that also had little lighting and the smell of semen was a slap in the face given to the open hand. He covered his mouth in disgust and then, to drive the nervous, stroked his brown leather jacket. After a short corridor reached the main hall. The furniture was scarce and poor, a bar where the cocktails were dished out, a dozen small tables scattered here and there, and of course the stage where some half-naked little girls stage a sort of Decameron lesbian. Finally eyed his man
"Edward?"
"You are Jan's boyfriend Miguel"
"I qui per il lavoro, sì” gli dava sempre fastidio quando lo definivano ‘ragazzo di Miguel’. Lo faceva sembrare una sua proprietà, ed era l’ultima cosa che avrebbe voluto. Ma da oltre cinque anni era il suo protettore e anche volendo non sarebbe riuscito a privarsi di lui. Li legavano troppe faccende. Jan non avrebbe mai ammesso che senza Miguel sentiva perso.
“La coppia ti aspetta al primo piano, la terza stanza sulla destra.”
“Che tipi sono?”
“Beh lui sembra mezzo suonato, lei però è molto carina, slava”
“Sempre slave” sbuffò, a lui piacevano more, magari non tanto alte e con i fianchi importanti, era stufo di farsi sempre lo stesso genere di donna: alta, bionda, rifatta. Ma gli uomini ricchi, che erano la maggioranza dei suoi clienti, le preferivano così: bamboline da sbattere o meglio da far sbattere. Si accomiatò da Eduard e seguì la linea tratteggiata sul linoleum che conduceva alle scale.
Il nuovo corridoio sembrava quello di un albergo, c’erano porte sia a destra sia a sinistra. Da dietro ad esse provenivano gemiti e altri rumori ai quali Jan era fin troppo abituato. Bussò.
Un uomo sui cinquanta, talmente magro che non si capiva bene da dove traesse la forza per reggersi in piedi, pelato davanti e con un buffo codino, lo fece entrare.
“Si accomodi” da come parlava ansante sembrava avesse un enfisema o qualcosa che was slowly killing him.
"Good evening" Jan looked around the room was even more anonymous than a motel and the smiling girl sitting on the bed was terribly insignificant. He thought it would be hard to have it be a great undertaking, and cursed herself for leaving the house to viagra.
"Hello" she made her ecstatic expression. "Rott said you were beautiful but not so realistic I thought it was his description" got up and met him.
"He's always horny" the man said "this happens to leave a mature woman for a teenager in heat" to the word teenager shot the professionalism di Jan
“È maggiorenne oltre che arrapata?” lo fulminò con lo sguardo.
“Diciotto anni e sei mesi proprio oggi, Belinda fai vedere i documenti” lei sorridendo smorfiosa tirò fuori dalla Luis Vuitton la carta d’identità. Jan controllò con accuratezza poi restituì.
“Tutto a posto, poliziotto? Sono in regola?” civettò smorfiosa.
“Tutto a posto” ripeté lui cercando di trovare intrigante quello che scontato.
Il cornuto prese il suo posto in prima fila, seduto su una poltrona strategicamente posta ai piedi del letto, mentre Belinda si toglieva le autoreggenti bianche. Jan le fu addosso pronto a disegnarle un bel pigiama di saliva. Fu rallegrato che quanto meno non sapesse di qualche squallido profumo costoso, conservava invece un sano odore adolescenziale. E questo fece risvegliare i suoi sensi attutiti oltre che a far defluire i centilitri di sangue necessari per guadagnarsi una robusta erezione.
“Chi mi paga?” Jan non aspettò neanche che il cornuto si fosse ripulito, Belinda invece era in bagno probabilmente a smaltire l’ubriacatura da orgasmi multipli.
“Con Miguel ero d’accordo che li davo a lui”
Lo aggredì ponendo la sua alta figura contro la sua piccola e insicura. “Non mi fido di lui. Dammi i miei millecinquecento euro se non vuoi che pianti un casino” l’uomo, essendo infinitamente less gifted physically backed away, scared of impetuousness younger.
"Okay, do not worry, I will pay. Among the other was so good, I'm sure my little one will want to fiddle with her new "
" If he wants to fool around with me to hurry up and bring out the grain "
From the pocket of a coat probably exaggerated by the value, the ' homunculus took out the money. It was an old trick too abused: Jan did pay the first so that Miguel was going to cash in, at which point the fee would be doubled without much effort. But no one usually had to say, and because the bill if Jan is earned because were almost all filthy rich. Therefore, most euro, euro less. it made no difference.
Belinda left the bathroom smiling, he wanted to leave her stud with a nice kiss, but he politely refused any advances. The couple left without saying goodbye.
Miguel was doing weights in the living room when he heard the roommate enter. It was not unusual for two in the morning did gymnastics. Miguel Le Breton led a life completely disconnected from society for schedules and habits. For example, if the restaurant was never ordered the first second, always to start from fresh. Then stated that if he had entered the rest would come up all'antipasto. He had the habit of starting from below also in business as in sex, in fact it was a foot fetishist. The intrigues not touched, he preferred the business in particular those leading easy money. He lived in an apartment in the ultra-luxury percent of Berlin. He loved to surround himself with beautiful things for the sake of having them. The box contained only clothes closets of couture and luxury bathroom as well as being in all respects as a small beauty farm, each containing male cosmetic expensive sale in the city. He had just thirty-two, among other things, she looks great, but took care of his appearance with the craziness of a middle-aged lady. Her eyes were clear and reassuring, the mischievous smile, muscular arms: bodyguard ideal for any woman. To make it even more sexy a scar under the lip, procuratasi during a confrontation with a peer during adolescence. At least this was his version. Jan
pushed the card into the slot, a snap decision and the door opened.
"But I think that this is the time to workout?"
"How did it go?" Miguel got up to welcome her man. She kissed him on the neck, "You stink of the brothel"
"And what do you think I should smell of incense? I was not mica in church! "Took off his shirt still drenched in all the scents of white rabbit. When he was naked, jumped in the shower. Miguel followed him in the bathroom, picked up his pants lying on the ground.
"Always wake up my boy," chuckled while condescending catch the notes from his pants pocket, counted them to be safe then left the room smiling. Maybe should have a wash but he preferred to lie down on the couch drinking brandy.
slept in their own room, Jan was not wearing it was not even allowed to bring any customer and those rare occasions when he had an appointment real Miguel advised in advance of ordering not at home.
After the night at the White Rabbit, Jan woke up it was already one o'clock on the night table next to the bed he found a note from Miguel, was written: you have an appointment alle otto a Rudower Straße, 90. Vestito elegante. Il giovane imprecò a mezza bocca, ma non voleva pensare, non prima di aver bevuto un caffè lungo, ingurgitato horaffen, e spremuta d’arancia. Per sua fortuna la loro domestica aveva fatto previste il giorno prima. Dopo essersi rifocillato fece la doccia. In accappatoio entrò nella grande cabina armadio dove tirò fuori una camicia rosa e un bel vestito blu “lo troverà abbastanza elegante il capo?” pensò ad alta voce. Sapeva che ci sarebbe stato anche lui a quell’indirizzo. E tutto sommato gli piaceva che vigilasse su di lui in quel modo. Era molto protettivo nei suoi confronti, da questo punto di vista non poteva capitargli magnaccia migliore! Arrivò a Rudower Straße, 90 alle cinque. Pensò di fare un giretto. Il tempo sembrava non passare mai. Sperò in una telefonata di Miguel, provò a chiamare lui ma dio solo sapeva dove si andava a cacciare di giorno. Di solito s’incontravano sempre di notte, o di prima mattina se erano entrambi ancora svegli. Alle otto in punto si fece trovare davanti al luogo dell’appuntamento. Si trattava di un portone di uno stabile elegante. “La signorina Legarn l’aspetta al quinto piano, troverà l’ascensore sulla destra” fece sapere il portiere, un uomo di mezza età stempiato e di bassa statura. Jan posò lo sguardo su di lui poi tornò ad osservare attorno a sé: “Prima devo attendere un amico”
“Se the friend is a man with short dark hair and has already gone up and wait, sir, "
" Let there be less general, there are many who have short hair and dark "is annoyed.
"Le Breton, I think he said, a French surname"
"Okay, then I can go," sighed with relief.
Just walked down the hallway outside the elevator that would take him on arrival. He heard the busy hum through the door. A blonde girl and the tipsy already opened, unleashing a radiant smile.
"Jan Six is \u200b\u200bnot it?" Looked him from head to toe "I hope so!"
"Yes, it's me"
"Even your friend is cute, enter" grabbed his arm so that he found himself inside the apartment. Looking around he noticed that it was an elegantly furnished loft. Having scrutinized the mobile video the other occupants: half a dozen girls, all between twenty and thirty had surrounded Miguel sunk comfortably into a velvet chair. He laughed too, as they raced to mess up his hair and rubbing her breasts under her nose.
"Hello Jan, I'm glad you did not you missed"
"How do you lose if you force me to always go by taxi?"
"Come on, pastry, do not take it, you know that without a car I stand there "had a car in two and Jan always complained of being on foot. Miguel took him by the arm, inviting him to come closer. All looked at him horny. "But it is a kind of orgy of women only?" Jan said with his mouth when he was one step away from the ear of his patron.
"Do not you understand? I know you are my friend sailed! It is a hen! "
" And the bride who would it be? "
" not yet arrived, you are still the main attraction "
" Yeah, but first we have fun with you, "interjected a brunette and curly. She took him by the life and drew her to him. He pushed his lips its fine. Jan accepted the language. Soon, all seven kissed him in turn and found himself to dirty shades of lipstick from the front of the shirt collar.
"On a quiet girl, I do not scrambled too" Miguel dodged him, embracing him. It
apartment. "Are you having fun?"
"I'm wild!"
He looked around as if afraid of being heard: "Play Jan: you must be available at the birthday girl, got on?"
"Why this distinction? Fuck is my job, or do you think it makes me problems for her future husband? "
" Poor bastard, you bastard already! " chuckled "what I mean is: Work hard, the person who wants you to pay the face full service" Jan always gave a little 'bored when expressed with phrases like' full service '' chore soft 'and so on. Jan was raised on the streets, used to call things by their name. "I have come to her mouth and her ass, why not speak out?" Stared at the widening cracks blue. Miguel gently stroked his beard just checked.
"You do seem almost poetic" her voice was sweet. Without notice to kiss her lips. It lasted just a second.
"You are now stained with lipstick too," muttered cynically, Jan, was actually upset, but he avoided showing it. Miguel, after a hearty pat on the back of the ladies invited him to return.
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