Chapter 8 – Back in the Game

Chapter 8 – Back in the Game

Salty Dog’s Lunch Break

“Salty Dog, it’s your lunch break,” The Govna said with a smirk, clapping him on the back.
“Go ahead, I’ll take over from here.”
Salty grinned, already eyeing the door.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he muttered, slipping away with a wink.
The party was just getting started — and The Govna knew exactly how to handle it from here.

Salty returned from his lunch break with a full belly and a cheeky grin. As he walked back into the boutique’s private lounge, he saw The Govna sitting comfortably on a velvet armchair, legs crossed, sipping an espresso as the two ladies sat at his feet, giggling at his stories.

“Welcome back, lad,” The Govna called out without looking up. “Refreshed?”

Salty smirked, loosening his belt slightly. “You know me, Govna. Always ready for round two.”

The blonde stood immediately, walking over to Salty and pressing herself against him. “I missed you,” she whispered, brushing her lips across his cheek.

The brunette giggled, looking up at The Govna with doe eyes. “Isn’t he just delicious?”

The Govna set his cup down and stood, towering over them all. “Ladies, it’s time to move upstairs. The real party is waiting.”

He placed a firm hand on the brunette’s lower back, guiding her towards the private staircase hidden behind a curtain. Salty followed with the blonde clinging to his arm, her perfume filling his senses with dizzying sweetness.

As they ascended, the low hum of music and laughter grew louder. The private room door opened to reveal dim lights, velvet sofas, gold drapes, and a stocked bar glowing under crystal chandeliers. Other guests mingled in corners, drinks in hand, eyes flicking with curiosity and desire as The Govna and Salty entered with their ladies.

“Tonight,” The Govna announced proudly, “is for freedom, pleasure, and forgetting the world outside.”

Salty felt his heart race as the blonde pressed closer to him. The night had only just begun, and with The Govna in charge, anything was possible.