“You did well, Caprice. Just maybe practice the high note some more. I picked up on a little unevenness in your tone,” Meredith said with attitude, and then headed to her private dressing room.
Caprice felt her jaw drop, but then Brandy was there laughing and pulling her by her arm and whispering into her ear.
“The bitch is so fucking jealous. She knows that you’re better than she is. God, how I wish you had a chance to sing on stage solo. This place would be rocking.”
“I don’t know about that. Besides, no use in getting my hopes up. It isn’t going to happen.”
Brandy smiled and led Caprice over toward the shared dressing area. Caprice was already thinking about how she was dividing the money she earned this week and tonight up to her bills. She still owed Brandy three hundred for the trip to D.R. she helped pay for. She was a good friend, too. God, if her other friends found out that she couldn’t afford to go to D.R. and had to borrow money from Brandy, they would flip. Her friends, Bella, Adalina, Alessa, Alda, Donata, Fina, Giada, and Gisella would be angry at her. They would help her out in a snap, but she was embarrassed. She was even upset about the apartment she lived in and how run-down it was. She longed to be back in D.R. and in Angelo, Vito, and Morano’s arms. She couldn’t stop thinking about them and the week they had together. It was a fantasy. An absolute fantasy and nothing more. She thought about seeing them at the birthday party and how pissed they were that she refused to continue where they left things off in D.R.
She just couldn’t. They came from different worlds. They deserved so much better than a struggling singer, a woman barely making ends meet. They would want to pay her bills, hell, even her father’s debt, she just knew that, and that would make her feel like a whore and nothing more. She needed to make ends meet and handle things on her own. If they wound up meeting again when her life was straightened out and she was in control, then so be it. She wasn’t holding her breath though. They were made men. Good looking, sexy, wealthy, and hard core. They could get any woman they wanted, and she was just a woman they met on a vacation and had sex with. That’s all it was. Sex with three men she thought she would never see again. Something she never did before and didn’t regret. Except maybe not engaging in the anal sex and letting them take her together. That would have done her in. It was better this way.
“Okay, so Ivan let me know on the downlow that a club in Manhattan, a really awesome, super busy, high class, club, is looking for a new singer and performer.”
“What club?” Caprice asked.
Brandy smiled and could hardly keep her excitement under wraps. “Club Magique.”
Caprice widened her eyes and then swallowed hard.
“How did he find out about this?”
“He just did like thirty minutes ago, and he knows a guy who works with the performers. He got you an audition tomorrow morning at the club. Eight a.m. though, because other people are coming in to audition at nine.”
“Oh, my God, seriously?”
Brandy nodded her head and smiled. She grabbed onto Caprice and started hopping up and down. “You are going to rock it.”
Suddenly Caprice was feeling like maybe things could be improving for her. She glanced at her watch. “Shoot. I need to change and get going.”
“What gig do you have tonight?”
“A private party in a penthouse.”
“Wow. Big bucks?”
“Already spent bucks,” Caprice said, and Brandy gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Hun, if you need more time to pay me back then take it. I’m good really. Ivan totally spoils me.”
“No. I said a few weeks and I meant it. Tonight, I pay you the rest. I’m going to tell Victor to put the last three in an envelope for you, okay?”
“If you’re sure.”
“Definitely. Thank you so much for lending me the money.”
“Are you kidding? It was well worth it to know you were with your best friends and engaging in a sexual fling.”
“Honey, since you got back, you stare off sometimes with a smirk on your face and looking like a woman daydreaming about a man. I assumed you met someone and decided to let go and be free. Kind of like Vegas. No one needs to know a thing,” Brandy said and smirked.
Caprice smiled softly. Brandy was right. She did daydream about Angelo, Vito, and Morano. She wished for things she knew were out of her control and that would never happen. She had enough disappointments in her life. If she didn’t get a break soon and become a singer making some great money on stage, then she may have to throw in the towel and work for the government as a paralegal for some scumbag defense attorneys that were always busy representing criminals. Steady work, steady income, so who needed satisfaction or happiness?
Vito carried her into the bedroom in the back office. A suite set up for those nights when they just couldn’t go home to the penthouse or drank too much, or worked late hours. As they closed the door, they began to undress. Vito, placing her feet onto the floor, stared at her breasts, full, large, with sexy pink areola’s and hardened nipples just asking to be suckled. He eased his hands behind her to the bindings and began to untie the blouse as he licked one nipple and she hissed.
His brother, Morano, opened the drawer by the bedside and pulled out a tube of lube. Angelo lay on the bed naked, stroking his cock with his legs off the edge, waiting for her to straddle him and ride him. When the blouse fell from her wrists she immediately ran her palms up Vito’s chest then to his neck. The move had him releasing her nipple, and then she was up on tip toes kissing his chin and climbing up his body to reach his lips. He lowered down, pushing down her thong panties, and then lifted her higher as they made out like teenagers.
“It’s time,” Morano said and Vito eased his mouth from hers and lowered her feet to the rug. That sexy body, those bold, emerald green eyes sparkled with trust, with desire and he knew he could love this woman. She could be his weakness. He gripped her hips. “Together. No holding back. Let go and let us claim you, our woman.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he turned her around and lifted her up, shocking her, if the gasp was any indication, then placed her onto Angelo.
She looked so petite compared to his brother, who was extra-large in every area.
“Ride me. I’m not going to last long. You’ve made me wait too long to fuck this tight, sweet pussy, doll,” he said to her.
“Oh God, Angelo.”
He gripped her neck under her hair. “I’m serious. I need you. Ease my cock inside now. We need this fast and hard,” he stated firmly. She lifted up and lowered down over his cock.
Vito knew she was on birth control, and he was grateful to have no barriers between them. He locked gazes with Morano as they changed positions. His brother looked intense to say the least. Vito climbed up on the bed and watched Caprice thrust her hips up and down and back and forth over Angelo. Angelo’s large, wide hands practically touched as he held her by both hips and thrust upward. She gasped, lips parted, eyes wide as Angelo fucked her. The sight of those lips had his cock twitching.
“I need you, too,” he said and reached up to stroke her jaw. She looked at him, submissive, giving, needy, and lowered down to take his cock into her mouth. So obedient and ready to accept their control, and it made his cock harden more. Then he felt her lips ease the thick muscle into her hot, wet mouth. He gripped her platinum blonde hair in a fist and moaned.
“Holy God, that mouth. I love the feel of it, Caprice. You make me so happy, baby. So happy that you’re here with us,” he told her. When she jerked, he glanced at Morano who was caressing down her spine and slowly pressing a finger of lube into her asshole. The sight heightened his arousal. He felt her tense.
“That is fucking hot, baby. Watching my brother’s finger disappear into that tight, sexy asshole of yours. You’re incredible, Caprice. So giving and perfect for us,” he told her, and she eased her ass back against Morano’s finger.
“That’s right. You like us controlling you, owning this body, this ass,” Morano said.
Angelo thrust upward. “This pussy. This fucking pussy is all ours,” Angelo said, and she moaned against Vito’s cock.
“Oh yeah, she likes the sound of that. Fuck that ass, Morano. Claim her now. The three of us together, and make it official!” Vito exclaimed, trying to hold back from coming. He didn’t want to come yet, but she felt so good. This taking her together was intense.
“Here I come,” Morano said, and he added more lube to her ass then aligned his cock with her hole and slowly began to push into her ass.
Vito watched, teeth clenched, his hand easing up and down her back to her ass, wanting, needing to own her with his brothers in every way. It was barbaric, instinctual, and he was about to come.
“That’s it, sugar. Nice and easy,” Morano said and then slid all the way into her ass. They all exhaled.
“So fucking tight. Fuck,” Morano stated and all three men began to move inside of her. She was moaning and then Vito grunted. “I’m there. Swallow me. Take it all in,” he said through clenched teeth. She did just that, and when he pulled from her mouth, his cock too sensitive to allow her to continue and suck him clean, he fell back and heard her cry out.