2 comments/ 19575 views/ 9 favorites BJ Bliss Ch. 06 Sister Sister By: masterandmargarita After a two-year stay at the Stateville Correctional Center, Robert Makowski rejoined society as a shell of his former self: quiet, brooding, and obedient. His sentence was uneventful: no gang affiliations, no fights, just day after day of weights, bad food, and insufferable monotony. His big break came one year after his release when he was discovered by Felicia, owner and proprietor of the up-and-coming Studio Trésor. He was known to Felica as Bob the Doorman and she seduced him ruthlessly. His threatening appearance and unbending loyalty proved invaluable to her as she gradually brought him deeper into her world—one of surprising wealth and power for a humble ex-con like him. Without Felicia he was nothing. As far as he was concerned, she was the only thing standing between his current posh lifestyle and being out on the street. For years Bob did what Felicia required of him without protest. His latest assignment had him staring at a picture of innocent young woman on his computer in his quest to find information that they could use against her. He saw the implied bullseye of his employer on her face and proceeded as instructed. He made some calls. He assembled information. He passed it on to Felicia. Bob stewed restlessly in his house on the night of the workshop, knowing full well that Holly was walking into a trap. Snooping on the competition was one thing, and Bob always, if reluctantly, gave Felicia the goods on her foes. But trapping an unsuspecting intern in order to intimidate her or do god knows what with her? It suddenly seemed clear to him what he had to do and his future be damned. He rushed out into the rainy night, hoping there was still time to make things right. BJ Bliss Ch. 06 Sister Sister "What the hell are you doing here?" Felicia yelled out in surprise. "Trouble with the staff, huh?" Claudia commented. "Shut up, Claudia. This is just a misunderstanding," Felicia explained as she looked Bob in the eyes and waited for him to accept the generous "out" that she offered him. "There's no misunderstanding. I'm getting her out of here and into a cab," Bob said as he pointed in Holly's direction. The vein in his forehead throbbed and a bead of sweat dripped down from his brow. Holly was stunned by the sudden intrusion of the linebacker-sized man who eyed his employer with inconsolable rage. Had he shown up an hour earlier, she would have greeted him like a superhero. She watched nervously, hoping that the situation would cool down. "Fine," Felicia replied to everyone's surprise. "Holly was just leaving anyway. Go ahead and get her a cab. You can leave your keys with the twins on the way out. All of your keys. Don't you dare think about stepping foot in any of my businesses again. This is my city, Bob. From here on out, you're nothing but a ghost." Felicia's words gave Holly the chills. Holly connected eyes with Bob and could see that beneath his raging exterior he was shattered. Humbled that he showed up out of nowhere on her behalf, she graciously followed him down the steps where Mika and Miho stood, phones in hand, ready to call the police. Bob tossed his keys to the floor and stepped out on the sidewalk with Holly to flag down a cab. "I'm okay, really," Holly assured him, "but thank you for coming to help me." "I was too late," Bob mumbled to himself, keeping his eyes on the street traffic as he contemplated the reality of his situation. He flagged a taxi and opened the car door for Holly while the women of Studio Trésor watched on from the display window. "I know it looked bad, but don't worry. They're going to help me. This is what I want. Are you okay?" Holly asked from the back seat of the cab. "Yes," Bob replied stoically. He gently closed her door. "I just had to be sure that you were safe." "I won't forget this. I don't know how, but I'm going to make things right for you," Holly assured him with eyes full of tears as the taxi pulled out on to the street. Felicia and Claudia joined Mika and Miho on the first floor and they watched as Bob walked off in the rain, leaving the company car and his career behind him. "Well, we gained one and we lost one. Fair trade," Felicia commented coldly."Now, to fulfill my end of this little bargain. Mika, get me an appointment with Frank." "You make appointments to see your own husband?" Claudia asked Felicia with a laugh. "Yes. How about you?" Felicia shot back, fiercely salting the wounds of Claudia's recent divorce without the slightest hesitation. Claudia looked Felicia in the eyes. "It's just lovely being back together after all of these years, Sis." BJ Bliss Ch. 06 Sister Sister Frank's lustrous head of grey hair, healthy tan, and irresistibly handsome smile made him quite the swinger for his age. His recent retirement allowed him put family business aside and spend his days focused on leisure. He finished hoisting the mainsail and turned to face his beautiful, sulking wife. Her wavy black hair and white sarong flowed beautifully in the breeze as she crossed her arms and looked at him in annoyance. "Felicia, you never had the stomach for sailing and I never had the stomach for business," Frank began in his trademark prolific tone. "If you want to talk business, then we'll do it here." He reached out for her hand with a clever smile and escorted her across the deck to the comfortable seating area, where ice-cold beers awaited. "Julio, do you mind taking it from here?" Frank asked his assistant and first mate for the afternoon. "Si, Señor," Julio replied. Felicia looked over Julio's young muscular body knowingly. Julio winked back to her and peaked at her bikini bottoms through the transparent sarong as she carefully took a seat next to her husband. Frank cracked open a bottle of beer and handed it to Felicia, who looked it over disapprovingly. She swallowed a sip with a cringe. "Sorry, no martinis on the Honeybunch," Frank said proudly. He enjoyed a swig and basked in the sun and gentle floating waves that surrounded them. "Go ahead. Let's get this over with." "Who do we know at Citizenship and Immigration Services?" Felicia asked eagerly, hoping that he wouldn't probe her for too many details. "Well, that all falls under Homeland Security now". "Sure, but you must be used to dealing with them. Don't tell me that your family's cruise lines and hotel chains don't have a direct contact in that office, not to mention a crack team of lawyers. You lived and breathed green cards back in the day." "That I did," Frank confirmed as he enjoyed another sip and looked back at his wife through his sunglasses. "And if it's just a green card you want, consider it done. As long as the person in question doesn't mind technically being employed at one of our companies for sponsorship, that is. I won't even ask who it's for, save the details for the lawyers." "Really?" Felicia responded suspiciously, quite surprised that he wouldn't put up a fight. "Really," he replied as he looked over his wife with concern. He removed his sunglasses to look her in the eyes. "Felicia, you know I've always been happy with our arrangement. We've got our own places, you do what you want, I do what I want, but lately, you have me worried." Felicia folded her arms and huffed like a child as she looked away into the water, annoyed that they were about to have a "talk." "Now, to my credit I've supported every one of your schemes, including this one," Frank continued, "and no matter the cost. Flying in those twin escorts every weekend from San Francisco wasn't cheap, let alone moving them here permanently and paying their ridiculous salaries." "I flew them here for you, Frank, or have you already forgotten the birthday party that your loving wife arranged for you? After that, well, what can I say? I grew attached. And for the salaries, those girls earn every penny. Can you imagine what it's like to work for me?" "No, I can't," Frank replied with a laugh. "But I'm sure you're quite a ball buster. Felicia, you spend all of your time with Mika and Miko—" "It's Miho," Felicia corrected. "You spend all of your time with those girls and you haven't spoken to your own twin sister in years." "Really, Frank?" Felicia snapped. "I told you from the start—you could have anyone in the world, anyone at all...except for her! I can't believe you would dare to bring up Claudia." "I'm sorry, I thought we were past this," Frank replied sincerely. "I'll decide when we are past this," Felicia said. She turned her back to the shrinking city skyscrapers as they floated further out into the lake. "And you'll be happy to know that Claudia and I have, in fact, reconnected. We have a business plan in the works. I'm not going to bore you with the details." "Well, cheers to that," Frank offered with a kind smile. Felicia reluctantly clanked bottles with her husband and choked down another sip. "You'll see soon enough," Felicia assured him. "I'm setting a different course. I want to do something important, something meaningful. I'm going to put petty squabbles behind me." Frank laughed at her declaration. "Felicia, you enjoy petty squabbles just about as much as you enjoy to mixing business with pleasure." "Pleasure is my business," Felicia shot back, "and don't you dare think that I would let today's business go without the appropriate pleasure, in part. When I get this green card squared away, you can expect a visit from me and the twins. You're going to have to pry our mouths off of you. How many times do you think you think we can make you cum in one night?" "Not as many as last time," Frank laughed, "but I'll be dreaming about it. I'll be dreaming about you." "Oh, Frank," Felicia said with a rare, sincere smile. "After all of these years, you still got it."