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Antonio, more!
Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
ANTONIO
PART ONE
The first time I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner! That man will destroy me.
Tennessee Williams
Antonio was a cross between a stallion and a pitbull. I was enamored by the thirty-something macho Mambo King. He was the epitome of Don Juan from hell, a gigolo type number.
One twilight evening a patch of sun set high above the Hollywood Hills lighting up the Hollywood Sign, bathing it with golden hues in the enchanting land of the lost. My retreat was reminiscent of a cottage in the countryside. As the pale blue sky darkened, Antonio darkened my mood. He was holding an embroidered royal blue box, two bottles of Marqués de Riscal wine, and a long stemmed crimson rose in his hands.
"Como esta, my little chiquita," he said in his thick spanish tongue. "I hope you're not angry at Antonio for stopping by, but you disconnect phone again."
"I've been very busy. Ignore my mint green face mask. Welcome to my humble hacienda, Chico," I said. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. An Adidas bag slung over his arm. His demeanor breathed the air of decadence.
"Te amo, my beautiful princess. I'm your Knight of Pentacles, your Prince of Darkness. I've brought you my cajones for your well being," he said proudly.
I opened the box laughing hysterically as chines echoed through the spacious house.
"Your Latin boy-toy feel love for you," he said putting his arms around my waist.
I felt the hardness of Antonio's body, his manhood bulging beneath the zipper.
“It’s still here, can’t you feel it?” he pleaded. “You’re so sexy. You have such a high class trashy look.”
“I just can't handle your jealousy. I have fun with you, and we've shared all of our deep dark secrets, but I'm not ready for a live-in lover.” I said with conviction.
"You hurt me when you say I'm much more involved with you than you are with me," he said holding me tightly. "You make it hard all the time. My cock no lie." he said pressing my hand between his thighs.
I tried pushing him away, but to no avail. Giving way to temptation, my hand sliding down his leg.
"Feel it, it belongs to you, my darling. I want we should be together. I really communicate with you. You're the only woman I know that's smart enough to deal with me," he begged.
"Commitments usually get me committed," I said firmly. "Let's keep it light."
"Si, you make me so happy. I love it with you. When you're not with me, I dream with your big chichis and red pusita."
Antonio just didn't fit into my life plan. Vanity was the only thing he ever invested in.
"Look at me, April. No one has a body like this, no?" he said lifting up his sweatshirt, patting his ripped abs. "I want we should just go, my princess."
"But Antonio, let's get real. You've acquired a taste for the finery of life. You, live on a farm? I don't think so."
"Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm in the mood for a club tonight. There's a bar on the strip that has live salsa, hip-hop and great Latin bands," he said.
"Okay let's get all glitzy and glammed to the nines and go dancing," I perked up a little, running over to my vanity, painting my face with rosy cream blush..
"It will be an evening of sensual, sinful treasures. It's the trashiest, flashiest club in LA," he smiled.
Brushing my hair, studying myself in a full length mirror in front of my closet door, I asked, "What should I wear tonight?"
"I wonder what would look good on me, April," he said rummaging through my cluttered closet while polishing off his wine, pulling out my Dolce and Gabbana gown. "Darling, I just love your red sequined dress. Is it vintage? I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I think it would look better on Antonio than you. And by the way, I was Dietrich in a cabaret act in Madrid. And I look better blond, but I'm not gay," he said unconvincingly.
“Oh, I see that,” I laughed, trying not to act shocked.
Antonio pulled a long blonde wig out of his gym bag dancing around the room to the sounds of The Gypsy Kings, wearing my dress dabbing his face with make-up, preparing for the nightlife.
"I much prefer Versace, but do I not look like The Siren of Sequins?" he asked.
"You look like the devil in drag diva," I laughed. "But I like a man that's full of surprises."
Much to my amazement, Antonio was just another case of confused chromosomes. But he was my only answer to Antonio Banderas, and definitely more available. I just hoped that he wouldn't stretch out my dress.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores:
Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
ANTONIO
PART ONE
The first time I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner! That man will destroy me.
Tennessee Williams
Antonio was a cross between a stallion and a pitbull. I was enamored by the thirty-something macho Mambo King. He was the epitome of Don Juan from hell, a gigolo type number.
One twilight evening a patch of sun set high above the Hollywood Hills lighting up the Hollywood Sign, bathing it with golden hues in the enchanting land of the lost. My retreat was reminiscent of a cottage in the countryside. As the pale blue sky darkened, Antonio darkened my mood. He was holding an embroidered royal blue box, two bottles of Marqués de Riscal wine, and a long stemmed crimson rose in his hands.
"Como esta, my little chiquita," he said in his thick spanish tongue. "I hope you're not angry at Antonio for stopping by, but you disconnect phone again."
"I've been very busy. Ignore my mint green face mask. Welcome to my humble hacienda, Chico," I said. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. An Adidas bag slung over his arm. His demeanor breathed the air of decadence.
"Te amo, my beautiful princess. I'm your Knight of Pentacles, your Prince of Darkness. I've brought you my cajones for your well being," he said proudly.
I opened the box laughing hysterically as chines echoed through the spacious house.
"Your Latin boy-toy feel love for you," he said putting his arms around my waist.
I felt the hardness of Antonio's body, his manhood bulging beneath the zipper.
“It’s still here, can’t you feel it?” he pleaded. “You’re so sexy. You have such a high class trashy look.”
“I just can't handle your jealousy. I have fun with you, and we've shared all of our deep dark secrets, but I'm not ready for a live-in lover.” I said with conviction.
"You hurt me when you say I'm much more involved with you than you are with me," he said holding me tightly. "You make it hard all the time. My cock no lie." he said pressing my hand between his thighs.
I tried pushing him away, but to no avail. Giving way to temptation, my hand sliding down his leg.
"Feel it, it belongs to you, my darling. I want we should be together. I really communicate with you. You're the only woman I know that's smart enough to deal with me," he begged.
"Commitments usually get me committed," I said firmly. "Let's keep it light."
"Si, you make me so happy. I love it with you. When you're not with me, I dream with your big chichis and red pusita."
Antonio just didn't fit into my life plan. Vanity was the only thing he ever invested in.
"Look at me, April. No one has a body like this, no?" he said lifting up his sweatshirt, patting his ripped abs. "I want we should just go, my princess."
"But Antonio, let's get real. You've acquired a taste for the finery of life. You, live on a farm? I don't think so."
"Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm in the mood for a club tonight. There's a bar on the strip that has live salsa, hip-hop and great Latin bands," he said.
"Okay let's get all glitzy and glammed to the nines and go dancing," I perked up a little, running over to my vanity, painting my face with rosy cream blush..
"It will be an evening of sensual, sinful treasures. It's the trashiest, flashiest club in LA," he smiled.
Brushing my hair, studying myself in a full length mirror in front of my closet door, I asked, "What should I wear tonight?"
"I wonder what would look good on me, April," he said rummaging through my cluttered closet while polishing off his wine, pulling out my Dolce and Gabbana gown. "Darling, I just love your red sequined dress. Is it vintage? I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I think it would look better on Antonio than you. And by the way, I was Dietrich in a cabaret act in Madrid. And I look better blond, but I'm not gay," he said unconvincingly.
“Oh, I see that,” I laughed, trying not to act shocked.
Antonio pulled a long blonde wig out of his gym bag dancing around the room to the sounds of The Gypsy Kings, wearing my dress dabbing his face with make-up, preparing for the nightlife.
"I much prefer Versace, but do I not look like The Siren of Sequins?" he asked.
"You look like the devil in drag diva," I laughed. "But I like a man that's full of surprises."
Much to my amazement, Antonio was just another case of confused chromosomes. But he was my only answer to Antonio Banderas, and definitely more available. I just hoped that he wouldn't stretch out my dress.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores:
Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other online retailers.
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