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ds_flashfiction432 words, an experiment to force myself not to write in all dialogue. Hopefully it's not too clunky.
Armando Langoustini knew what to buy for his women. Flowers were for the girls he flirted with; the saleswomen and the casino servers, women he might want to get to know better. Jewelry was for the high maintenance call girls, and for the associates of his associates that he was trying to impress. Lingerie…that was for the women he wanted to see naked on a regular basis. Women he wanted to taste and touch and smell.
That was why he was standing in Le Boudoir Boutique with Carmine, his personal protection. He was meeting Tiffany again tonight, and he wanted to see her in something special. She had been a thank-you gift from one of his friends at the NGC, and they’d spent several mind-blowing and spine-bending nights together. Armando Langoustini wasn’t above spending a little cash to ensure the continued affections of a lady, even if she’d probably be too afraid to say no to him in the first place.
He nodded abruptly at Carmine. “Gimme the white one.”
The owner ran up to him “Mr. Langoustini! Are you getting married? That is simply the finest piece in our bridal collection! I’m sure the young lady…”
He cut her off with a chop of the hand. “I’m not getting married. I just like the white.” He didn’t tell her that he loved sliding the white silk panties down a woman’s tanned thighs (they were all tan here), and kissing the path that they made down to her ankles. He didn’t tell her that, if he squinted, he could pretend that they were faded cotton briefs, and that he was still in the backseat of his dad’s car with some local girl that he was lucky enough to impress. That was the Holy Grail, right there, when she let you put your shaking hands on her Hanes, and let you slip them out from under her plaid uniform skirt.
Maybe next week he’d ask Tiffany to dress like a Catholic schoolgirl, kink things up a little. Maybe not. That would-
“Maaaa! Ray is taking forever in the bathroom and I have to curl my hair!”
“Francesca, leave him alone! You can get dressed in your room!”
-probably bring back-
“Raimundo, you’ll take care of your sister on her first day of school, yes?”
“Always, Ma.”
-too many memories. Nothing he wanted to associate with his sex life. That was a different life, a different face, and different name.
He signaled for Carmine to open the limo door for him, and thought that maybe he would wait to give Tiff the lingerie. She wasn’t that special yet.
Armando Langoustini knew what to buy for his women. Flowers were for the girls he flirted with; the saleswomen and the casino servers, women he might want to get to know better. Jewelry was for the high maintenance call girls, and for the associates of his associates that he was trying to impress. Lingerie…that was for the women he wanted to see naked on a regular basis. Women he wanted to taste and touch and smell.
That was why he was standing in Le Boudoir Boutique with Carmine, his personal protection. He was meeting Tiffany again tonight, and he wanted to see her in something special. She had been a thank-you gift from one of his friends at the NGC, and they’d spent several mind-blowing and spine-bending nights together. Armando Langoustini wasn’t above spending a little cash to ensure the continued affections of a lady, even if she’d probably be too afraid to say no to him in the first place.
He nodded abruptly at Carmine. “Gimme the white one.”
The owner ran up to him “Mr. Langoustini! Are you getting married? That is simply the finest piece in our bridal collection! I’m sure the young lady…”
He cut her off with a chop of the hand. “I’m not getting married. I just like the white.” He didn’t tell her that he loved sliding the white silk panties down a woman’s tanned thighs (they were all tan here), and kissing the path that they made down to her ankles. He didn’t tell her that, if he squinted, he could pretend that they were faded cotton briefs, and that he was still in the backseat of his dad’s car with some local girl that he was lucky enough to impress. That was the Holy Grail, right there, when she let you put your shaking hands on her Hanes, and let you slip them out from under her plaid uniform skirt.
Maybe next week he’d ask Tiffany to dress like a Catholic schoolgirl, kink things up a little. Maybe not. That would-
“Maaaa! Ray is taking forever in the bathroom and I have to curl my hair!”
“Francesca, leave him alone! You can get dressed in your room!”
-probably bring back-
“Raimundo, you’ll take care of your sister on her first day of school, yes?”
“Always, Ma.”
-too many memories. Nothing he wanted to associate with his sex life. That was a different life, a different face, and different name.
He signaled for Carmine to open the limo door for him, and thought that maybe he would wait to give Tiff the lingerie. She wasn’t that special yet.
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