Luciano

Maimi

Charles entered the club music blaring and young people dancing. It was the end of the fifties and Cuban migration in the West coast made Cuban music the norm. He was led up the stairs into an office that had a large window that overlooked the club. He had just completed the deal for Masseria with Gianni Devante who was one of the few Italians that ran his trade on the West coast.

"Mr. Luciano glad to you finally". The older olive-skinned gentleman spoke, he was a burly Cuban man with olive-green eyes.

"Mr. Rodriguez ". Charles acknowledged the man shaking his hand before they both took their seats. Although Joe had warned Charles not to do business with the Cubans he chose to ignore as always. Joe was an imbecile he put race and nationality above everything, Charles considered himself a businessman he didn't care how you looked or where you were from it was all business to him.

"So what brings you to the West Mr. Luciano, I thought your kind only operated in the East". The man spoke pouring two glasses of whiskey.

"So how much for the club". Charles asked not having time for small talk.

"Straight to business yes?. You seem a little impatient young man.". Devante chuckled earning a glare from Charles.

"Ambition can sometimes be misread as impatience I ain't impatient I'm just ambitious". He had not stopped glaring at the man.

"Okay Okay geez lighten up young man". He held up his hands in defense.

"50 thousand dollars for the club". Rodriguez announced and this time it was Charles who chuckled.

"What ya crazy or somethin' a 50 grand for this piece of sh*t". Charles spoke gesturing his hand around the small dark office for emphasis.

"Mr. Luciano the problem is that you are seeing for what it is instead of what it could be". Devante replied leaning back on his seat a cigar in his mouth.

"Look at the view we have from up here imagine what you could do with that space". Devante said as he pointed to the large window overlooking the club. Charles got up from his seat and went to look outside the window he watched as the patrons danced away and his gaze spotted something, his breath halted.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that revealed her beautiful breasts and amazing legs, her dark skin glistened under the light. She dancing in a seductive manner, her hips swayed effortlessly to the music.

"See something you like". Rodriguez spoke looking at the girl Charles was focused on. He didn't reply and instead just smirked.

"Aah, nothing like a young beautiful dame to lighten a fella's mood up". Rodriguez chuckled and Charles smiled.

"So what is your offer, Mr Luciano". Devante asked now standing next to Charles.

"35 grand take it or leave it". He replied not removing his gaze from the dancing beauty.

"Well well, why don't we celebrate this occasion". Rodriguez happily said turning to get the whiskey glasses.

Charles continued to stare at her. He could not keep his eyes off her, he had never seen a woman who was so gracefully s****l. Maybelle was classy and graceful, yes but she was far being s****l, a bit of a prude on might say. Except for that time last week she ground against his erection after the shooting, he thought he had misread her until she told him she felt bad about doing that and had prayed to God for committing such a sin. He thought it to be stupid its not like he f*cked her or anything they just dry-humped and now she was making a big deal about it.

"You know I didn't take you to be the type that preferred your meet dark". Rodriguez spoke handing Charles a glass of Cuban rum.

"I'm a man who likes the finer things in life Mr Rodriguez. Booze, clothes, cars, women and that gal over there has fine as they get". Charles spoke pointing to her as they both chuckled.

"Her name Angela. She's a dancer fled from Cuba this year when that f*cker Castro took power". Rodriguez informed Charles who in turn nodded.

"I take it you not gonna stick around to celebrate with me yes?" Rodriguez spoke gesturing towards the large table filled with alcohol. Charles shook his head.

"I'm gonna celebrate in a different way". He winked earning a chuckle from Rodriguez.

He walked down the stairs towards the dance area and moved to a booth. He sat there smoking his Cuban cigar course of Mr. Rodriguez and drank his whiskey watching her. She suddenly looks at him and smiled obviously amused by his interest in her and continued her sexy dancing. His member was getting harder by the minute, she strutted towards his booth.

"You know staring at a lady is not a gentleman like". She purred seductively in a thick Spanish accent that made his d**k twitch in excitement.

"Who said I was a gentleman". He shot back in that deep rough voice.

"So you bad boy uhh papi". She whispered seductively in his ear, running her hand down his chest.

"I ain't no boy ya can ask any women I f*cked". He shot back and she ran her hand further down until she reached his d**k.

"Ummm I say you average size maybe America you big but in Cuba man bigger down there". She said continuing to play with his manhood watching him tense and his face turns red.

"It ain't how big it is sweetheart its what ya can do with it". He whispered darkly. She bit her lip, she had to admit his voice was sexy. He was not bad looking himself thought she had seen better in her home country and by what she could tell he had a good size down there.

"What can you do Sir". She teased him.

"I'll f*ck ya so hard ya won't even know ya own name". He whispered and she clenched her thighs together. That voice made her weak in the knees and those dark eyes were a warning for her to run but that d**k made her panties wet.

"Show me, bad boy". She whispered and he sent a smirk that made her legs tremble.