Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Kyle and Cam grinned at each other as they watched the ladies strut back to their change rooms after modeling the new outfits they’d tried on.

They were being asked their opinions on the clothes but mostly they were just there to admire the women which they were both ok with. The ladies were certainly enjoying themselves.

Marion was moving just a little stiffly this morning but she insisted she was fine. She enjoyed modelling some strappy dresses and Kyle couldn’t help seeing them as light bondage gear as the straps criss-crossed the woman’s large breasts. Her eyes were twinkling at the men’s wide eyed appreciative looks.

Fiona was not to be outdone and came out in an elegant cocktail dress that lifted and squeezed her breasts as if to offer them like ripe fruit to the viewer. She chuckled at Cam’s stunned expression.

Monique found a glittery sheath dress with a daring slit up the side. It was Kyle’s turn to be dazzled. He let her know she looked amazing in the slinky dress and she thanked him with a happy smile.

Charlize and Chloe weren’t having much success in finding dresses to their liking, and fit their budget, in this store but hoped to have better success later.

Phoebe was the last one to come out of the change room and the other women gasped in delight. She was wearing an off the shoulder sundress with large colorful orchids splashed across it. It was gorgeous and a completely different look for her. Much squealing and hopping in place resulted and they all insisted she wear the dress for the rest of their shopping trip. She blushed but finally agreed as she liked it too.

Monique found a pretty flowered hair clip and teased Phoebe’s long hair up onto her head in a sophisticated style causing everyone to make encouraging sounds. When she was done, Kyle couldn’t get over how different she looked.

As the women rushed back to try on another outfit, Cam turned to Kyle and his expression turned serious. “I heard you faced off against four NBA players last night.”

Kyle looked at the man in surprise. He wondered how that story had gotten out. “Yes, well…. it wasn’t quite so dramatic. I just convinced one to stop pawing Chloe.”

Cam nodded thoughtfully as he looked at Kyle’s unease. He could see pushing Kyle on this would be unwelcome.

There were two more rounds of modeling then the ladies made their purchases and the bags went to the two men to carry. Phoebe was all smiles as she left the store in her new sundress.

“Ah the burden of the pack mule,” Kyle lamented getting giggles from Charlize, Chloe, and Phoebe.

They hit a few more shops, Charlize and Chloe finally finding sexy little party dresses that fit, then the ladies took pity on the men and stopped for lunch.

The restaurant was busy and noisy but they had an extensive menu with something for everyone. Kyle sat opposite Phoebe who had her back to the aisle. The kitchen and wait staff were highly efficient so they got their orders quickly. The food was delicious and they all enjoyed themselves as the ladies talked about what shops to hit next.

As he’d finished his meal, Kyle was watching the people coming and going with amazement. He looked to Cam sitting next to him. “This place is doing it right. Good product. Fast service. Customer satisfaction. Quick throughput to maximize revenue per table.”

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Kyle caught Phoebe shaking her head at him with a smile. “What?” He couldn’t help admire how sophisticated she looked in the new dress. So different from her usual bohemian garb.

“Does it have to be a successful business model to make you appreciate the symmetry and flow of a place?” she teased.

There was a loud stereo screech emanating from two little girls rushing up to sit in the chairs at the table behind Phoebe. Kyle watched in amusement as she crushed her napkin in her fist, wincing from the noise.

“Exactly why Linus and I chose not to have children,” Phoebe said loudly. The plump woman approaching the table was obviously the mother and must have overheard the comment based on her scowl as she looked at their table.

Her skinny and tall husband with a bad buzzcut was right behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. The woman paused then squeezed her prodigious ass through the gap to get to the bench behind the table. She sat facing Kyle and gave him a stern look. Her husband nodded apologetically to Kyle then slipped between the tables to sit next to his wife.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I want ice cream!” one of the little girls shrieked excitedly when she spotted the sweet stuff in the menu. Phoebe winced again.

“Amber honey, sweetie? We’ll have our meal before dessert, okay?” the man said to calm his excitable daughter.

Kyle caught an odd expression frozen on Phoebe’s face.

“But I want ice cream first!” the girl pouted.

“There is a natural order to all things in life, sweetie. Dinner then dessert,” the dad told the young girl who dropped in her chair with a huff.

Kyle was starting to get worried as he watched Phoebe’s normally serene expression begin to crack. “Are you ok?” he asked gently.

She pushed her chair back and stood. Slowly, she turned to face the couple behind her.

Kyle leaned to the side so he could see the expression on the father’s face as he looked up at the woman staring at them. When it froze in panic Kyle’s worry flared into genuine concern.

“Ph-Phoebe? Wha- Here? How- What are you doing in Vegas?” the man gasped. He glanced at his wife who was looking at him in confusion.

“You know this woman?” she barked.

“He married me,” Phoebe forced out as she took in the designer slacks and polo shirt her husband would ‘never be caught dead wearing’. She looked to children he swore he had no interest in having and vowed he’d never raise in such a spiritually bankrupt society. She gazed into the eyes of his other wife who made a mockery of his wedding promises.

“Married?!? Luis, what does she mean married?” the woman screeched.

“Luis? You even changed your name?” Phoebe’s voice caught in her throat.

“Is this why you refused to come to Vegas to visit my parents with us every year?!? Because you’d married a slut from here?”

“Don’t you dare call my friend a slut!” Fiona growled loudly as she leapt to her feet, her chair sliding back.

Monique was on her feet as well and took hold of Fiona’s arm to keep her from launching herself at the gasping woman.

“Children present. Please remain calm,” Kyle said soothingly as he slipped around the table and stood next to Phoebe whose eyes hadn’t left the panicked eyes of her husband. “Maybe the adults can talk in the quiet of the lobby while the kids have ice cream?” he suggested with a big smile and saw the two little girl’s faces light up. The mother looked to Kyle and nodded with a frown. Kyle flagged down a waitress and she took the girls orders. Then the mother and Luis/Linus joined them in the aisle. Kyle gestured for Monique to keep Fiona back and he gently guided Phoebe out to the lobby while the woman and now guilt stricken man followed.