Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

only made it through coat check when he discovered that there wasn’t a place like the Black Tie on the earth. Opening the door to the dark room filled with hanging crystal chandeliers, hundreds of scented candles, wine colored walls draped in velvet and so many scantily dressed and naked women he couldn’t’ begin to count.

The music blasted in Santo’s ears; the darkness made it hard to see; the smoke nearly chocked him; the perfume intoxicated him, and the women vexed him. Hitting his brother’s arm, his eyes were wide and wild with unspeakable thoughts. He was already fighting an erection and a curious desire to have sex in this exotic and erotic palace.

“This is unbelievable,” Santo screamed as a young topless blonde in a pair of black leather thongs and black leather stiletto boots escorted them to Nicola’s usual seat.

“Calm down, man. The night hasn’t even begun. You’ve still got the midnight show and the kitty call.”

“What’s that?” he asked still watching the woman’s behind.

“What?”

“The kitty call?” He could barely hear himself over the music.

“You’ll see,” Nicola said smiling at a few of the women he knew better than the rest.

“I see why you won’t leave Memphis,” Santo screamed sitting down in Nicola’s booth.

“What would you gentlemen like to drink, tonight,” the waitress asked walking over as soon as they were seated.

“Jack and Coke,” Nicola said pulling out his platinum VIP card. “Charge it to my account.”

“Yes, sir. And for your cute twin?” she asked smiling deviously at Santo.

“I’ll have you,” Santo said slyly.

“And to drink,” she said leaning over the table so that he could examine her ample breast more closely.

“Scotch…on the rocks,” Santo made a quick sweep of the room.

As the waitress walked off, Nicola hit his brother on the back of the head, “Shop before you buy, Santo. If that excites you, then you’re probably going to have a heart attack before the night is over.”

“They get better?”

“That is a nickel. The dimes don’t come out for another half hour,” Nicola said as a group of women approached his booth. “Speaking of which, here comes some warm up girls.”

“Yeah, I need to warm up,” Santo said pulling his wallet out.

“What are you doing? Put that up. No money before service. Keep your wallet put up until you get exactly what you want. Make them work for it.” Nicola had played the game a million times, but tonight he was just a host to his horny brother. He had no desire to be toyed with or even fulfilled.

“Hey Nicola,” a red head in an overly exaggerated cheerleading skirt said as she sat on his lap. “We’ve missed you. Where have you been?” She rubbed threw his hair.

“Hey, Carmen. I’ve been busy,” he said shifting her off of his penis. “Ladies, this is of course my twin brother, Santo. He’s here from Miami. I thought you all could show him a good time while he is visiting our fair city. You know, give him a little real southern hospitality.”

“I love that there’s two of you,” another red head said sitting on Santo’s lap. “Can we have you both?” She giggled infectiously as she felt Santo’s erection.

“Oh, you know I don’t get down like that,” Nicola said trying to hide his sudden blush. “But I’m sure that Santo would be really obliged to have you all to himself.”

“Okay,” a third girl said rubbing in Santo’s hair. “Well, follow us, and we’ll get started,” she said looking at the red head that was on Nicola’s lap.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to come?” Carmen asked one last time as she shifted back over Nicola looking for some signs of excitement and finding none.

“I’m sure. Can’t you tell?” he said moving her once more.

“Okay,” she said bouncing down. “Who should we charge this little warm up to?”

“My platinum card will cover the fee. He’ll cover the extras,” Nicola said giving Santo his card. “Don’t loose this.” He looked at his brother sternly. “Keep your eyes on these lovely ladies at all times. Some of them have very sticky fingers.”

“Oh, I will,” Santo said pulling away from the girl biting on his ear.

“We’ll be back,” Carmen said looking at Nicola as she pulled on Santo.

“I’m sure,” Nicola said sipping on his Jack and Coke.

It was into Nicola’s fifth drink that he realized that Grey was across the room in his own booth visibly drunk and staring off into space. Nicola sat there for a moment watching Grey. The sight was comforting and yet disappointing. He wanted so much more for Ivy than that…than him. At most Grey was over his head with Ivy. He didn’t know how to treat a real woman. He didn’t even know how to treat himself. Anger start to rise in the bottom of his stomach, but he was forced to suppress it when he thought of his sons. Maybe Grey wasn’t so bad. After all, he had allowed him to maintain contact with the most important people in his life. He could hear what Brooks would have said in the back of his mind. “What if the shoe was on the other foot, and you were Grey? How many times would you have let Grey see his sons before you skipped town with your family and never looked back?” Nicola’s answer was simple. Grey would have never seen the boys or Ivy again. Yep, he thought as he belched. Grey wasn’t so bad at all.

“We’ve got to come back here before I leave,” Santo said sitting down in the booth.

“You’re finally back, huh?” Nicola hit Santo on the back. “Did you have fun?”

“Too much. Has the show started?”

“You’ve got about ten minutes,” Nicola said looking down at his watch.

“Good, I didn’t want to miss anything.” Santo wiggled around in