Au Pair

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© 2016 Luna Black

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After the strange encounter with Luca last week, I tried my best to keep my mouth shut whenever I saw him. I would just plug my earbuds in and clean what I had to clean, then leave as soon as possible.

He didn't seem to mind my sudden silence and even though it was killing me to keep my sexual comments to myself, I would do it to keep the awkwardness away. I might've been crazy and reckless, but when it came to Luca, I cared about what he thought.

I hated it.

He was currently sitting on the sofa, typing away on his precious laptop like a madman. He was wearing a white V-neck shirt with grey sweatpants and white socks. If he just stood up and I would actually see the grey sweatpants in action, I would have probably peed myself.

I had just finished rinsing the mop to let it dry and after I made one last round around the house to make sure everything was set, I would go home and get ready for tonight. I needed to go out and try to find someone to relieve the sexual build-up that was slowly killing me.

I always said that my hand would be enough, but lately my sexual appetite was so great that my hand would cramp up and wouldn't satisfy me.

Just thinking about getting lucky tonight made me giddy. I wish it could be with my hot boss because he was the one causing all the terrible hunger in me, but I was getting tired of running after someone who didn't even want to see me naked.

"Thank you," Luca said quietly, startling me a bit. He hadn't said one word since I had been here, so finally hearing that sex-inducing voice of his made my nether regions quiver in despair. ¡Que jodienda!

I squeezed my purse tightly and frowned. "For what?"

"Cleaning," The corners of his lips turned up in a small smile and I breathed in deeply. It wasn't fair that he could turn me on immediately and I didn't affect him one bit.

I shrugged. "It's my job."

He nodded, glancing down at his laptop and then back at me. "Any plans for tonight?"

I nodded, slowly. "Yes. Going out to party."

"Oh," he commented. Ugh, why was he so freaking awkward?!

I cleared my throat, shifting on my feet uncomfortably. "What about you?" Getting answers out of him was like pulling out my own teeth and it was pissing me off. I hated that he was so awkward around me. I knew I was a little crazy with my sexual comments, but I had kept them to myself the past week!

He jabbed his chin in the direction of his laptop. "Nothing, really; probably just stay in and relax."

"That sounds boring," I blurted out, not able to fight off myself anymore. I hated keeping things to myself and around him, I really couldn't control it.

Luca smiled, lopsidedly and cute. Ay, papi. "I think that about sums me up."

I bit my bottom lip, thinking long and hard - for about two seconds - on whether I should or shouldn't invite him out. The little devil on my shoulder won. "You should come out with me, then."

He raised an eyebrow, turning his head to fully face me, but didn't say anything. There goes the awkward silence again.

Instead of letting the awkwardness get to me, I decided to take charge of it. I couldn't keep shutting my mouth or I was going to burst. And the way he was looking at me was going to make me buy a new set of underwear.

"Look," I sighed, growing irritated, "you can either stay in here on a beautiful Friday night and let your life waste away, or you can go out with me and I can show you a good time. It won't be a date or anything," I quickly added, feeling the rims of my ears heating up.

His expression seemed thoughtful for a full second; he was actually considering it. He blinked, glancing up at me with those devilishly sexy blue eyes and said, "Where will you be taking me?"

I grinned, mischievously and shook my head. "Can't tell you; it's a surprise."

He frowned, the sexy muscle on his jaw ticking in slight annoyance. He liked being in control; that was a good thing.

"Don't worry," I rolled my eyes, "I'm not killing you or anything! Just bring a lot of cash, we're going to need it."

"Cash?"

I nodded. "Yes, as in dollar bills." His frown deepened and my smile broadened. "Here," I walked over to him and pulled out a piece of paper to scribble my address, "show up here at 9pm tonight and make sure that your doors are locked."

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back to look up at me. I grinned down at him cheekily and said, "I live in a shïtty neighbourhood; trust me, you'll want your doors locked."

"Very well," He cleared his throat, quietly.

"See you then!" I turned away before he could say he wasn't going and skipped down the stairs.

~*~

Whenever I went out to a strip club, I never really cared much for what I wore because I would be going to meet men and have a bit of fun. However, tonight was a little different. I was taking my boss to a strip club!

I giggled at the thought and turned back to look at my closet. Tonight, I had to make sure I looked good enough to eat, but not too good that the strippers would feel threatened. Not that that mattered much because I had been to Vicki's so much that the strippers knew me by name.

I always tried to tip them well, but I tipped the guys way more. I wasn't attracted to women, but I didn't mind a little bit of fun here and there. That didn't mean that I was going to start making out with them; just that I would squeeze a little boob or smack an ass without any shame.

I went to strip clubs to have fun and hopefully find a man that was too sexually worked up and needed some relieve.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes at all the thought I was putting into my outfit and decided on a red-wine coloured bandage crop top and black leggings. I matched my stilettos with my shirt and added a small choker as my only jewellery accessory.

I ruffled my hair a bit, trying to add volume to it and added a swipe of my notorious red matte lipstick. I would never go out to the club without it because it was my signature look and it added emphasis to my already full lips.

Once I was finished, I added a bit of perfume and waited patiently for Luca. Just as I finished strapping my heel on, I heard an unfamiliar engine outside. Not many cars drove by this side of the street because Harding Apartments were known for stealing even the wheel of a car.

I grabbed my wallet and rushed down the stairs because if I didn't get there on time, Luca might not have a car to drive us there.

Just as I suspected, the Boys were slowly making their way to his car, to inspect what they could and couldn't take, so I had to whistle at them, trying to grab their attention.

"Hey, Tony!" I snapped my fingers, rushing over to the car, "He's with me! Don't do anything stupid."

"Dani!" His face lightened up and he nodded at the car, "Este tipo, ¿está contigo?"

"¡Sí!" I smiled, "no lo molestes, ¡porfa!"

"Bueno," Tony sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, "yo le digo a mis hombres que no le jodan la vida."

"Gracias, Tony!" I blew him a kiss and waved his way before opening the door to Luca's car.

"Friend of yours?" Luca nodded at Tony as he walked back into the apartment.

I shrugged, grinning as I buckled my seat on. "Sort of, I helped him a while back and he makes sure to keep the idiots away; kind of like protection."

Luca turned to me, raising an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. I could tell he had plenty of questions, but I didn't feel like answering them and it would put a bit of a damper on the mood. "Where are we going?"

"Downtown," My smile widened. I was so ready to take a couple of shots and dance around like an idiot.

The ride there was quiet. Luca kept his eyes on the road and occasionally would glance at me with the corner of his eyes, but I was too busy ogling his hands to say anything.

I was sure that I had a hand fetish because goodness did I love the way his hands gripped the steering wheel. He had on a silver Rolex on his wrist and for some reason that was the sexiest thing in the world.

After Luca found a city parking lot, he made sure to park on the third level, where there weren't a lot of cars and we took the elevator down to the ground floor.

He was wearing black slacks with a grey shirt and a black tie - and boy, did he look fine as hell! ¡Todo un papisongo!

He cleared his throat, placing his hand on the small of my back to push me to the left side.

I grinned up at him. "What a gentleman!"

He cracked a smile, shaking his head, but didn't say anything about it. "Will you tell me where we're going yet?"

"You know," I ignored his question, "I was totally surprised when you showed up."

"Why?" He frowned.

I shrugged. "Didn't think you'd actually want to come."

He was quiet for a couple of seconds, looking straight ahead and then shrugged his shoulders. "You were right, tonight is beautiful and I should have fun; the software I'm working on can wait a little."

I wanted to ask him about his job and about him, but we were right in front of Vicki's and I was excited to go in.

"Dani!" Anton, the bouncer, exclaimed happily.

I grinned, hugging his huge bicep and said, "Hey, Anton!"

"How've you been?" He gave my waist a little squeeze, more friendly than flirty. He was this huge teddy bear, that looked like he could squeeze you with a hug. His dark arms were covered in tattoos, adding to his intimidating demeanour.

"I've been great! Busy working, trying to save up enough money to come see you guys!"

He chuckled, looking over my shoulder at Luca and raised an eyebrow. "You brought someone with you?"

I turned back to look at Luca and nodded, grinning back at Anton. "Yeah, this is my...friend Luca. Luca, this is my friend Anton."

Luca shook his hand firmly and nodded once. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Anton replied, looking at me. "I like his grip; good guy."

I laughed, shaking my head and said, "Is Zee in today?"

Anton glanced down at his watch and nodded, "Babygirl is about to go on stage right now."

"Ooh," I clapped my hands, excitedly, "yes! I've missed her!" I turned back to Luca and grabbed his hand, pulling him in. "I'll see you later, Anton!"

"Have fun!"

The theme of the club changed every month. This month they seemed to have something of Arabian Nights. The girls wore bedlah's and the guys working the bar all seemed like Aladdin. It was kind of cute.

The doors were draped with silk curtains of every colour, adding a bit of a whimsical look to the club. The VIP section was closed off with a silk orange curtain and the rest of the club had light décor here and there.

"You brought me to a strip club?!" Luca asked bewildered, placing his hand on my back as I walked through the club.

"Not just any club," I grinned cheekily, raising my voice, so he could hear me over the music, "this is the best strip club in New York."

"Jesus Christ," He swore, shaking his head in dismay and a bit of surprise.

I shrugged, grinning as I grabbed his hand and dragged him close to the stage, right by the corner of the room. It was my favourite spot because it was a bit secluded and it was close enough to the stage.

"What?" I pointed down at a cushioned chair for him to sit on. "You've never been to a strip club before?"

"I have," he responded with a duh-like tone, "but this is my first time coming with a woman."

I didn't have a response, so I just sat down next to him and anxiously waited for Zee to come out on stage. "Want anything to drink? First one is on the house."

"I'll just have a beer."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head and muttered, "So boring."

"I'm driving," he countered quietly, with a hint of finality ringing in his voice; no room for argument, I guess. Anything he did was sexy, but when he spoke quietly and with a bit of authority, I was a goner.

"Well, I," I raised my hand, smiling at a pretty waitress that walked our way, "am having a Sangria."

"What can I get you tonight?"

"Beer for him and a Sangria for me," I grinned widely.

She returned the smile and said, "I'll get that for you right away." She walked away and I breathed in deeply, smiling at my surroundings.

"Do you come here often?" Luca asked, glancing down at his watch.

I nodded. "Before I was working for you, I had a bit of money saved up and I spent it coming here. The dancers are amazing and the service is really good."

He didn't respond, just looked down at his hands and then chuckled quietly. "You are something else, Daniela."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Aside from the obvious," he glanced at me up and down, "you are the first woman to ever want to willingly go to a club."

"Nah," I shook my head, "you just know boring women."

The waitress returned with our drinks and I tipped her, earning an amused expression from Luca. I grinned his way and took a sip from my Sangria, slowly, savouring the fruity taste of the drink.

I groaned, throwing my head back and said, "This is so good! They make the best drinks."

Luca chuckled, taking a sip from his drink and said, "Beer just tastes like beer."

"No," I shook my head, "it tastes like piss." He didn't respond, just gave a quiet chuckle. I think that was his favourite thing to do; chuckle, but I didn't mind it because he sounded sexy doing so.

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I widened my eyes and turned my body to face the stage. Zee was coming out to dance. "This is my favourite dancer!"

Luca turned to face the stage and raised an eyebrow as Zee strutted down the catwalk and the crowd went wild for her. She was beautiful and all natural. Her hair was long and brown, curled into perfect waves.

She was wearing a very revealing black leather get-up; it was literally a bustier and panties with black stilettos. I loved heels, but I didn't know how she could strut down the stage and dance without falling on her ass.

Trap Queen continued playing in the background as she danced her way to the pole and began moving around it like she owned it. Immediately, dollar bills were thrown in her direction and she laughed seductively, grabbing as much as she could.

Zee walked our way and bent down for men to slip money in her clothes. I stood up, grabbing my wallet and she crawled in my direction.

"Dani!"

"Hi, Zee!" I slipped money on the side of her panties and she laughed.

"Come here! It's been so long!" She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly and pulled me up on the stage.

Luca raised an eyebrow as I blew him a kiss and Zee led me to the pole. I was no stripper, hell the most moves I could do on the pole consisted of me wrapping my legs around it and throwing my hands back.

Nevertheless, I still had fun with it and I could dance a bit. I placed on hand on the pole and swayed my hips side to side, up and down and then jumped on it. I was no Zee, but I still got money thrown my way and that was good enough for me.

I laughed, as Zee slapped my ass and grinned at the audience. The lights were bright as hell and felt like I was standing in a sauna, so I really gave the dancers props because I would have died.

I goofed around the pole a bit more before kissing Zee's cheek and walked off the stage. Luca helped me get down and I waited for him to sit on the chair before climbing on his lap. I expected him to push me off or glare at me, but was pleasantly surprised when he just stared up at me with dark eyes.

"Nice moves," he commented, fighting off a smile.

I grinned, placing my hands on his firm chest and flipped my hair behind my back. "I was just goofing around; I give better lap dances."

"Oh?" He held my gaze. "I think you should show me, then."

I bit my bottom lip, grinning down at him as I moved my body against his to the rhythm of the music. He stared at me, never breaking eye contact as he took a sip of his beer and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, slowly.

Just touching him was turning me the hell on and the curious glint in his eyes was driving me crazy. It held promise of something much more pleasurable than a freaking lap-dance. He actually liked what he was seeing and even if he denied it, the bulge growing in his pants would prove me right.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, biting my bottom lip as I felt his bulge rubbing against my centre. I was freaking dry-humping my boss and all he did was drink his beer slowly, just staring at me.

If past-me had been the one in this situation, she would have probably freaked out and left. Although, I was sure that past-me would never get in this situation.

But because I wasn't her anymore, I could be as crazy as I could be - and that was a lot.

I leaned closer to Luca, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw and I felt him tensing underneath me. I waited a second, freezing until he did something. He didn't move or tell me to stop; so, I kept going.

I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted him to do so many things to me all at once, but he just drank his freaking beer slowly, making me do all the work.

Part of me wasn't really complaining because this was the closest he'd ever let me be, but damn did I need his hands to touch me. I was ready to start panting like a dog in heat.

Just when I was ready to give up and get off his lap - this was more torture than pleasure at that moment - I felt his hand moving down my back, slowly until it reached my ass and he squeezed it.

It wasn't a light squeeze or playful. Hell, it wasn't even a squeeze, it was a plain ass-grab and I couldn't hold back the little moan that bubbled at the back of my throat.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest and he pulled me closer. I suddenly could feel his bulge so much closer than before and it was driving my hormones through the roof.

Luca squeezed again, this time a little harder than the last and gave it a quick slap. I jumped, startled at his sudden change in demeanour, but didn't say anything, just in case it would scare him away.

I was so ready to fück him, if he wanted we could have had sex in the bathroom.

I pressed a soft kiss to his neck, inhaling sharply when he pulled my ass closer. Este macho me va a matar.

He tasted like cologne, it was terrible, but at the same time I wasn't complaining because he felt so good. His muscular arms encircled my waist and he pulled me towards him with such strength that I was ready to rip my clothes off.

I pulled back to look at him and he glanced down at my mouth. That was a universal look for wanting to ravish my mouth and ravish did I want to be! I placed my hands on his shoulders, loving how taut and muscular they felt under my fingertips and leaned forward.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest from anticipation. I was ready to have a heart attack, but I hoped that it was after the kiss. Luca kept his eyes opened, just watching as I leaned forward and I closed my eyes when they felt like they were going to cross.

"My turn now!" A hand wrapped around my arm and yanked me off his lap.

It was so sudden that neither of us could stop it. I freaked the hell out! Mostly because I was about to kiss my boss, but also because it startled me.

"Me cago en la madre que te pario!" I was ready to fück somebody up. I yanked my arm away from the person and spun to look at them. I was still on Luca's lap, so it felt a little weird, but I managed.

"Come on, baby," A drunk dumbass slurred, tugging at my wrist, "you've been dancing on him for some time now; give us a chance!"

I glared at him, yanking my arm away and spat, "No seas pendejo y suéltame!" He chuckled, finding my anger to be quite funny and that just angered me even more. My accent was inevitable whenever I was pissed. "I'm not part of the show, you dumbass!"

"Everyone has a price," he winked at me as he patted his pocket.

I rolled my eyes, climbing off Luca's lap and said, "¡De verdad que tienes que ser un mama bicho! ¡Te dije que no! I said no, you fücking dïck!"

He stepped closer, ignoring me completely and opened his mouth to say more idiocies.

"The lady said no," Luca wrapped his arm around my waist.

Drunk idiot opened his mouth again, but once Luca stood up and he realised that he was way shorter than my sexy ass boss, he quieted down. "Alright, my bad, sorry."

I gritted my teeth, swatting Luca's hand away from my waist and said, "Ah, ¡pero qué lindo! He says no and it's totally fine, but I say no and you act like I said yes! Fücking idiota! ¡Es que hay que joderse!"

The man did not seem to like my outburst very much, but I didn't care. It's not like I feared him.

"What?" I jabbed my chin in the air, "What are you going to do? Punch me? I'm not scared of you! ¡Ándale, cabrón, try me!"

Luca wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me away from the drunk idiot and turned just in time to block the fist coming to my face. He growled a curse, turning to face the drunk idiot and punched him straight on the jaw.

I widened my eyes as he stumbled back and Luca yanked my hand, pulling me away from the crowd. I turned back to look at the man on the floor, but people soon began to surround him and Luca was running to the exit.

We ran down the street, almost reaching the parking lot he had parked in and I finally pulled my hand away from his, trying to catch my breath. I was surprised that I could keep my heels intact with the way he kept tugging at my hand.

"What the hell was that?!" He exclaimed, angrily. There go my hormones again, fück.

"That was a strip club," I breathed out, audaciously.

"Don't play dumb with me," he spat out, clenching and unclenching his fist.

I raised an eyebrow, biting my lip. "Okay, papi."

He didn't say anything, just looked down at his fist and shook it. "Fücking asshole had a hard jaw."

"You didn't have to punch him," I muttered, following him to the elevator.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he continued swearing under his breath. "He was going to hit you, of course I had to. Why the hell did you have to tease him like that?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "I wasn't teasing him! I was pissed that I said no and he kept insisting, but the moment you said no, he listened like a trained puppy!"

Luca didn't say anything, just opened the door for me and I pursed my lips, buckling my seatbelt on. He was so hot when he was angry. ¡Me cago en na'!

The drive back to my house was a bit awkward, but I didn't really have anything to say. I was replaying our little grinding session so much in my mind, I was sure I would think of it when I tickled my skittle tonight.

He parked in front of the apartments and turned his car off. He leaned his elbow against the window and turned to look at me. There was a long silence and I hated it. He looked at me and I looked down at my hands.

I knew that if I looked up at him, I'd get charged for harassment for the things I wanted to do to him.

"Daniela," he said softly, quietly, "thank you for tonight. It was...different."

My lips pulled up into a small smile. "It would have been better if that asshole didn't try to treat me like a cheap whore."

Luca nodded, looking down at his knuckles and then at me. "There's this thing tomorrow..." he trailed off, looking a bit embarrassed and I had to fight every nerve in my body not to beg him to fück me right then and there.

"What?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. It's some fancy dinner at the Marriot downtown for guys that work in the technology industry."

"A dinner with a bunch of nerds?" I bit back a smile.

He frowned momentarily, returning to his stoic self. "You don't have-"

I leaned across our seats and kissed his cheek. "I was kidding. I'll see you tomorrow. At what time, should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up at 7?"

"Perfect," I grinned, opening the door, "see you tomorrow." I locked it behind me, trying to contain the giddy feeling growing in my stomach and walked towards the sidewalk.

"Oh, and Daniela?" Luca called out from the window and I looked at him. "Wear red."

I smirked, nodding and said, "Yes, sir!"

~*~

GUYS I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER BECAUSE THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET HOOOOTTTTT! I'm serious, next chapter Luca...we get to meet the other side of Luca!

What do you think will or should happen at this dinner with nerds? (;

I'm not going to put the translations at the end of the chapter anymore because the computer version of Wattpad now has inline comments, so I'm just going to put the translations there.

xoxo, Luna