EroticReverie

Giovanni Ambrose

"Don't even think about it." I warn my son Fabrizio as I watch him eye the new waitress as she bends over in a short skirt to set drinks down at a table for  a new couple at the club. 

"Oh, he's thinking about it." Angelo my other son says, while my third and eldest son Anthony smirks, all of their eyes on the round ass across the room. 

"Damn." Fabrizio says, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He lets out a low whistle as she leans even further over the table, a tiny little flash of hot pink panties sneaking out, the lower part of her cheeks peeking out from under the tight skirt. 

"Fuuuuck" Angelo drawls and lifts his finger and bites it, then shake his hand. "Now THAT is a fuckin ass." 

"Enough." I snap, drawing all of their attention back to mem their brows lifting in question. I normally didn't care if my sons gawked at the staff, but this one was new, and young. Too fucking young. Not even old enough to drink the alcohol she was serving. 

"She's nineteen. If I catch any of you chasing her tail I'll personally shoot your cocks off." I say, watching their eyes widen at the mention of her age. 

"Why so young?" Fabrizio turns in his seat, leaving the young ass of our newwest employee out of his view. But I linger on it a second more and watch her tug down the skirt as she stands and walks back to the bar with her drink tray. 

We normally didn't hire anyone under twenty one, but I was here the day last week when she'd been walking out of my establishment with tears in her eyes. I'd stopped her, asked what was wrong, concerned for a female that would be leaving my place with tears in her eyes. Wondering if she was a customer and one of the guys got out of line. Running a sex club was difficult, when it came to background checks and the vetting process of people that put themselves on a waiting list to gain access. So it was rare for men or women to get out line with out club guests, but it still happened. 

Jospehine though, had been there for an interview, and Mel had rejected her during the interview process telling her we'd keep her application but were currently going to go with someone else. The poor girl had spilled her emotions out onto the pavement, pretty green eyes rid rimmed and pouring tears when she told me how much she had needed this job. How she's applied to so many places and nobody is hiring, how she's been living on the few dollar left in her bank account. So, I'd brought her back into the club, brought her to Melanie and told her to get her started that very day. Mel didn't question me with anything other than a look before just giving a casual shrug and then welcoming Jospehine into her office. 

I wouldnt tell my sons her meltdown she had or why I'd allowed her to be hired.

"She's good eye candy." I say, offering no other excuse. "For the CUSTOMERS, not you three." I add. The each give small laughs, but they know I'm not fucking around so they don't toss another look in her direction the entire night at the table. 

I'm fifty five years old, and my three sons help with the marketing and vetting process of clients. Sending out invites to people not even on the list, but people with a lot of money, that we'd like to have as part of our client base if their interested. They also bring in the talent, women and men meant to please the customer, give them their moneys worth when it comes to entertainment. 

Josephine is about five foot seven, with long gorgeous brunette hair with rich caramel highlights, she has that nice round ass, long legs, and her breasts are absolutely perfect, probably a c cup. It's those god damn green eyes though that have my mind a mess this past week. How fucking gorgeous they were ,even as she cried in front of me. If she was older, god..if only she was older. Almost young enough to be my fucking granddaughter. 

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I stay in the back office the rest of the night, not really in the mood to be a voyeur tonight. When I know the guests are gone , cause I can see the lights are all on in the club from the cameras on one of my computer screens, and the cleaning staff hired to clean the rooms each night are coming in. I watch Jospehine, working away, helping out with tasks that aren't even really in her job description. Helping the bartenders behind the bar put away glasses and tidy up, bringing their dirty rags in a laundry basket back to the laundry room , and not even just setting them inside for the cleaners, but tossing them into one of the washer and starting the cycle with some other hand towels already brought down from the rooms. I watch her wash her hands, and watch her go back out, walking around asking others if there's anything she can do. 

Another reason I didnt like to hire people too young, was their usual lack of work ethic. They jumped around from job to job, and tried to get away with doing the bare minimum most times. But not Jospehine. She's only been put on the schedule three times this week, and has been here five days, cause she filled in for one of our other waitresses for two of her shifts when she had to go out of town for a family emergency. I've already told Mel to add more shifts to her upcoming schedules if Jospehine wants them. When Mel told me we were already over staffed, I'd just looked at her. And she shook her head at me, and gave me a conceding raise of her hands in surrender and did as I told her. 

I go back to going through the papers on my desk, through emails from a few applicants wishing to have their application expedited , willing to pay the extra fee to have us do so. So I forward the email to my sons, marking them as urgent and then filtering through other emails. 

A little bit later I grab my suit jacket, sliding it back on and grab my keys and my cellphone. I say goodbye to the cleaners who are the only ones left in the building other than the security at the front. 

"hey boss?" the security guard calls as I reach for the door. Turning I look at him. He's in his late twenties and walks from behind the stand where he's sitting while waiting for the cleaners to finish up. 

"Yeah?" I answer and walk back towards him. 

"Uh, the new girl....Josie?" he says and I cock my head a moment till I figure out he means Jospehine, and that's probably her nickname. 

"Yes? What about her?" I say with a slight raise of brow. 

"She uh...she lives out of her car....i think." he says and my brows draw together.

"She what?" I say, jaw clenching. 

"Yeah, I uh....when I walk the girls out, I noticed a bunch of stuff in her car, just thought maybe she's a hoarder or somethin...but I ...I saw her car parked at the side of the gas station on Draper Ave last night on my way home...so I just drove by...she had a few of those privacy sheild put up, but, I know it was her car." he says.

My nostrils flare. "Thank you." I say, nodding, my fingers flexing, curling into fists. Thomas knows, all of my employess know how serious I take their safety, even when they are NOT in my club. 

I storm out of the club, to my car, and floor the fucking gas and peel out of the lot and towards Draper Avenue. The city isn't that terrible, but Draper is right on the outskirts near the worse part of the city, and I know exactly the seedy gas station he's talking about. 

Sure enough the little white honda sits on the side of the building away from the street lamps, tucked towards the back of the closed gas station.

"FUCK" I yell angrily and pull my car right into the lot. I didnt like the idea of anyone I knew staying in such dangerous conditions. There were fucking people up to no good around this part of the city all the fucking time, she couldnt even park in a decent part of the city? but it strikes me the nicer parts of the city, probably would call and report the random car alaways parked out over night, not wanting it draw negative attention or make the nicer parts of the city start to look as shady as this fucking part looked.

"Jospehine!" I yell as soon as I slam my car door. 

She doesn't answer, so I walk to the window and rap my knuckles hard against the glass. 

"Josephine!" I yell again then see the privacy screen move, as she peeks out of it. I see the sigh of relief on her face. Not even realizing I probably scared the fucking shit out of her. 

She pulls the screen off and rolls down her window.

"Uhh...Mr.Amrbrose..." she says. Half embarrassed, I can tell by the flush in her cheeks, the worried way she chews her lip. Half still scared cause her hands are shaking and I look to her lap, a fucking pistol in her lap. 

"Jesus Jospehine" I say looking at the nineteeen year old girl, shaking like a fucking leaf that has to sleep with a fucking pistol in her lap to protect herself. 

"I uh.." she says. Then follows my eyes and then places her hand over it, attempting to cover it. "It's just...incase" she says.

I run my hands through my salt and pepper hair and let out a long breath so I don't lose my shit on the poor girl. 

"Josephine....why are you sleeping in your car...in one of the worst fucking parts of the city?" I say, not doing well at all at keeping my temper back. 

"I  ...I ...it's just....i'm fine....I'm saving for an apartment" she says. "It's just temporary." 

"You can't fucking sleep here in your car Josephine." I say gritting my teeth. 

Her brows pinch slightly. Her lips setting in a tight line, she looks like shes also starting to get angry.

"Well Mister Ambrose, it's quite literally my only option, cause I am NOT going back to the shelter." she says and I swallow hard, hating the fact that this girl is homeless.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine" she says when I stay quiet. Imagining this poor fucking girl huddled under a scratchy cheap blanket in a room with several strangers. 

"I'll decide what I worry about Josephine. You are NOT sleeping in your fucking car in this parking lot." I say and her brows draw tight again.

"With all due respect Mister Ambrose, you can't tell me what to do outside of work." she says and I feel my palm twitch. 

"Do you even know how to use that thing?" I ask her of the gun in her lap. She looks down. 

"I ....yes." she says, clearly lying. 

"It's.....it's not loaded or anything...it's just...to scare people off." she says, looking up at me, lifting her long lashes. 

"God damnit Jospehine" I mutter as I run my hand through my hair. 

"I'm not letting you stay here." I say.

"It's not up to you, you don't OWN the lot" she says and my nostrils flare.

"You're coming with me." I say through gritted teeth.

She jerks her head back and lets out a little disbelieving laugh. 

"No I am not" she says shaking her head. 

"Yes. You are." I say through my teeth. Over my dead fucking body would I leave here without her. Leave her to fucking sit in this lot, fucking SLEEP here, jesus christ. 

"you can't t-"

"Jospehine" I growl. "It is NOT up for fucking debate. If you think I'm leaving this parking lot knowing my employee...my nineteen year old,,,female employee, is parked in a shit hole parking lot of a shit hole gas station in a shit hole part of the city, where anyone can come and fucking do whatever the hell they want to you....you're out of your pretty little fucking mind." I bite out. 

She blinks at me. In horror, in shock, in anger, all of it. I don't know , nor do I fucking care. 

I sigh running a hand over my face when she says nothing.

"Please." I say gently now. "Come back to my place. I have a spare room, you can stay there for the night, for however long you need. I can't fucking leave you here Joepshine." 

"I can't..stay with you" she says. 

"Why not?" I ask offended. 

"You're..my boss." she says.

"So? I'm not proposing anything other than giving you a place to stay Jospehine. That's it." I say and she chews her lip. 

"I'm fine, really." she says. "I've been doing it for weeks and-"

"WEEKS?" I growl and her eyes go wide. Her mouth opening and closing as she tries to backpedal. 

"You're coming back to my place, end of discussion Jospehine. Fuck! Weeks!" I say angrily and her cheeks heat with embarrassment. 

"I'm doing the best I can" she says eyes watering. "It's not like I WANT to be here" she says and I feel my mood shift, hating that I've made her cry. 

"I didnt mean....I just.....I can not let you stay here. Please...come stay in the guest room at my place. No charge, no limit to how long you can stay, for as long as you need. Just....god Josephine...please , I cant let you stay here." I say.

She swipes her tears and then looks in her lap at her pistol, at the passenger seat packed with bags of clothes it seems. 

"Okay." she says quietly. 

I let out a giant fucking exhale of relief. 

"Thank god, thank you." I mutter and she sniffs and looks at me. 

"Just follow me back to my place. It's the apartments on Fairhaven." I say. She nods.