Vitus and Leila

Chapter seven: introducing Vitus

Vitus' driver drove him back to the hotel he was staying in, when he arrived he was greeted by Dr. Jones and six of his men. They helped Vitus out of the car and carried him inside. Dr. Jones set to work "wow, this has been bandaged pretty well, did you do this yourself?" He asked his patient. "No, no, a young woman saw me bleeding down by the river and helped me" Vitus answered vaguely, he wondered how Leila had known how to remove the bullet and bandage him up. "She must have been a nurse" the doctor nodded impressed, "this is brilliant work, I have changed the bandage but I wouldn't of had to, the wound has been dressed immaculately."

Leila a nurse?! He could definitely imagine her perfect figure in a nurses outfit that's for sure.

Vitus stood up and tried to rid himself of the visions of Leila running through his mind. "So who was the sh**ter?" he asked his soldiers. The men answered that the sh**ter belonged to a hostile motorcycle club and continued explaining how they had taught him a lesson.

Later that evening Vitus was watching the news. It was showing three thousand choppers, driven by members of the heaven's devils, roaring through the streets of London. Vitus, now the new head of the Sorokin famiy and officially the new president of the club, was at the front leading his late father's funeral procession.

Vitus had never really known his parents, his father had always been busy with business and Vitus' mother, had died while giving birth to him. Vitus and his older sister, Elena, had been brought up by nannies. The best nannies in the world, as his father liked to remind him, back when he was still alive. Nothing was too expensive for the children of Igor Sorokin, he would boast to anyone and everyone.

Vitus switched the news off, although he found it important to know what the media was saying about him and his club, he wasn't in the mood to think about his father. "Lebedew!" he called his butler, Lebedew opened the door "Yes sir." "Get me Chelsea, now." He ordered.

A few minutes later a women in bright red ten inch heels clattered into the suite, a leopard skin dress clung to her body tightly, nearly allowing her large boobs to spill out over the top. She gave Lebedew a small wave and he replied with a nod in her direction, Chelsea opened the door carefully and walked into the Tv room.

"What took you so long?!" Vitus barked. "Sorry sir, I didn't think you would want me at such a late hour." The woman said submissively. "Good thing I don't pay you for thinking!" Vitus shouted and beckoned her over to him. He strongly pushed her down on to her knees with one hand whilst he pulled down his boxers with the other. Chelsea didn't need telling twice, she started massaging his large member slowly, "Open!" Vitus ordered, Chelsea quickly opened her mouth and Vitus f*rc*fully thrusted his length inside, whilst grabbing her hair and moving her head up and down. Chelsea g*g*d. Although he had been using her services regularly for the past few months, she still hadn't got used to the massive size of his long hard rod. Vitus thrusted into her mouth harder and harder, a mixture of mascara and tears streamed down Chelsea's face. Vitus pulled her to her feet and ripped off her dress with one swift movement. Then he grabbed a c*nd*m from the coffee table next to him and tossed it at her, Chelsea opened the packet and slid it over his length. Vitus pulled her on top of him and started pounding inside her. After a while he stopped. "Why are you stopping, sir?" Chelsea asked "you haven't come yet, have you?" Irritated, Vitus pushed Chelsea on to the floor "Go pick up your money from Lebedew and f*ck off, you ugly wh*re, how dare you question me!" Vitus snapped.

Chelsea picked her destroyed dress up off the floor and walked out closing the door quietly behind her.

Lebedew looked surprised, he obviously wasn't expecting her to come out of Sir Sorokin's room so quickly. "I'm just going to tidy myself up and then I'll come and pick up my money." Chelsea smiled weakly, trying to cover up her pain. She sauntered off to the bathroom, her shoulders hung low, what had she done wrong? she asked herself, she had been careful not to touch his bandage, she had taken his entire length into her mouth, she even had on his favourite outfit, she really didn't know why he had thrown her out before he had finished.

Back in the Tv room, Vitus ripped the c*nd*m off of his member angrily. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't think of anything else other than the little lady from the park. Finally he surrendered to his thoughts and closed his eyes allowing them to take over his mind. Unconsciously he started stroking his rock hard length slowly whilst he pictured Leila's small frame in a nurses outfit. In his imagination his eyes wandered all over her beautiful body, he started with her legs, pausing to take in her perfect a*s, Vitus groaned, in his imagination he took her hips in his hands pulling her close to him, he glanced at her flat stomach, "I'm going to fill you up with so many babies one day" he moaned, startled by his own thoughts of making babies, he ripped open his eyes.

What the h*ll was wrong with him today?! All he could think about was Leila, Leila, Leila. He couldn't even f*ck one of his favourite wh*res, because of her. And now he was even thinking about making babies. He desperately needed to man up.

Vitus decided to go for a run to free his mind and push his body to sheer exhaustion in order to be able to sleep.

He had never had a relationship and he certainly never wanted to make a family, in his eyes women were only good for one thing and one thing only: s*x.