Chapter 69: Teaching Her A Lesson
Chapter 69: Teaching Her A Lesson
Camilla
"I liked the pain a lot." I said, remembering the bite of each clothes-pegs on my body and the immense pleasure that always followed.
All my three men attentively listened to me even as Gregorio continued to knead the muscles in my back and all cross my shoulder blade.
"I also liked the way my hands were restrained but I have to admit a lot of it was also dizzying for me. I think that if we were to do something like that again, it would be best if I said yellow and asked for a small break in between until I no longer felt like passing out so strongly."
"That sounds like a good plan." Gregorio said, still continuing his movement.
On a particular sore spot, he dug the heel of his hand down against it causing a groan to fall from my mouth.
"Do you know where else lavender oil feels good to massage?" Adriano's deep voice whispered into my ear and right then I felt his large slick hand moving up along my inner thigh as Domenico spread them further for him.
"Daddy," I moaned when I felt his hand cup my pùssy and his thumb easily finding my clit.
"This is a good morning indeed." He said and with that, I closed my eyes and simply let myself feel.
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My working in the club has been more unpleasant than usual but it didn't help that today was one of the busiest nights of the week. My feet are seriously aching from these heels but I do what I can to push through it.
Knowing that I will get to my bed in less than a half hour keeps me going as Sarah makes her millionth comments of the night towards me. It was amazing how many times a person can insult you without saying anything directly bad. Doing my best to ignore and avoid her, I see a man approach the bar and signal for my attention.
Leaning slightly so I can hear him better, he ordered a scotch on the rocks and I went straight to make his muscles order. My previous bartending experience had kicked in fully now and I have managed to easily keep up with the constant demand. Sliding the man his drink with a napkin, he places down his bill on the counter for me. I was about to get him his change but he shook his head and raised his glass to me.
"Thanks," he smiles and I give him a friendly smile as he walks away.
"Less flirting, more working." I heard Sarah mumble under her breath as I walked past her to get clean glasses.
'Hold your tongue, it is not that a big deal.' I wanted to respond but I decided to ignore her.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at my watch to see that there are only twenty minutes left before the nightclub closes. Thank goodness for that.
"So, I saw you talking to Domenico the other day." Sarah started when she noticed I didn't respond to her first comment.
Her words instantly caused me to be intense as to where this conversation is going. Seriously, what is her problem? I didn't bother to respond again, not wanting to feel into whatever she was thinking about.
"Are you guys close then?"
"I just served him a drink." That is all I said and was so tempted to tell her we were dating but I doubt word getting out about me being with my bosses would blow over well. I wasn't lying but not exactly the response she was looking for.
"It is just weird." She said, moving beside me to help clean and organize behind the bar.
"I don't think he was into fake blondes at all."
I didn't miss it when she made a show of moving her black hair into the front of her face. Bitch!
"My hair is natural." I said, helping with cleaning up and trying not to make a scene. I just want to be a bigger person.
"Mhmm," she hummed before our conversation fell silent and she turned, walking in the direction of the restroom.
I let out a frustrated sigh once she was out of sight, startling myself when one of the other bartenders sneaked up beside me, grabbing my attention.
"Don't listen to her, she is just bored and has nothing better to do." A man said and I muttered a small thank you to him but he still continues.
"She has been trying to get with the big bosses ever since she started working here. That is probably why she is tormenting you but don't let her get to you." He added and walked away before our bar manager returned.
As if on cue, second later, Sarah walks back in noticing that the odd remaining people still here are clearing out to leave. Most of our work has already been done and the remaining items on the bar closing procedure aren't one we take care of. I heard in the background Sarah saying to everyone that they can go home for the night. I have never been more thankful to hear those words.
I am so sick of her bullshit and I don't think I will be able to contain my calm composure if another comment comes out of her mouth. Seeing everyone move out to leave, I finished cleaning one last thing at my station before following everyone else towards the room where we keep our personal items.
Exiting the bar and moving into the back room, I see that the space is already empty and things are finally silent. I didn't waste a second before removing my heels and hanging my bag on my left shoulder. Home, here I come.
Closing my locker, I turned just to find Sarah there, gathering her own things. I was about to leave but she stopped me with her words.
"Did you hear that tomorrow is the big anniversary of this place?" She said, causing me to let out an annoying breath.
"Yes," I said, having no interest in talking to her or hearing what she has to say.
"Well, since Domenico is definitely going to be there, I think I am finally going to shoot my shot. I heard he is great in bed."
That is it for me, my training instinct instantly kicked in from all those lessons my father had taught me while growing up. I waited for the exact moment she reached forward to punch out with her card to make my move. With her right arm completely extended, I let my bag slide off as I placed one hand on her elbow and the other on her wrist.
Twisting, her arms bends to my will and I have her limb folded behind her back and her front pressed up against the wall before she has the chance to process what just happened. Every single one of the comments she had made goes through my head as I push her arm up ever so slightly at an angle that will become extremely painful in a second if I choose.
Some call it a chicken wing, others call it an arms lock. Either way, it causes her to yelp out in pain as I added a little pressure.
"Listen here you two faced bitch, I am getting really sick of all of your petty ass comments. I have done nothing wrong to deserve this treatment from you and honestly, green isn't your color."
"Let me go you psycho!" She cries, trying to push back against me but I know I have her pinned.
I could deal with her commentary about my bartending skills but talking about my man I can't overlook that. Domenico is mine and she better get that through her skull.
"Tomorrow, you are going to call in sick and continue to do that for the rest of the week because quite frankly, I need a break from having to see your nose up everyone's ass." She makes an attempt at stomping on my feet but I saw it coming.
"This conversation is going to stay between us and if you don't drop whatever act you are playing, I will not hesitate to break every single one in this arm. Starting with dislocating your shoulder."
I pushed up ever so slightly to drive my point as she yelped out in pain once again. I have been in her position a handful of times so I know how much it can hurt when executed properly.
"Are we understood?" I demand, trying to regain back my anger as best I could.
"Yes, yes, just let me go bitch." She hissed but it only brought a huge smile on my face.
Keeping her there for a few moments longer just to show her I could, I stepped back and released her from my hold. She didn't waste a second, shooting away from the wall and giving me an angry glare. Even though she is taller than me, we both know I am the one with the power as I held her stare, daring her to say something.
For the first time since I have met her, she made the smart move. Regaining her composure and walking through the swinging doors with a huff. I forget what it felt like to do something like that and honestly, my body craves every bit of the adrenaline coursing through my veins right now.
I haven't needed to fight in a long time but I can't help it as a satisfied smile appears on my face when I walk myself out of the building.
Finally, I am heading back home.
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