Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Catherine spun around in Ben’s arms and kissed him deeply. “Ben, you are the absolute best!”

The band started playing one of their favorites so Ben pulled her out onto the dancefloor.

Three songs later Ben was sitting one out at their table. His calf had begun to ache so he let Catherine know that fast numbers were out for the rest of the night for him. She found some other dance partners and he was pleased to see her happily dancing the evening away.

Ingrid was passing by and Ben reached out to snag her hand. He’d seen her watching people dance but she never joined in. She jumped when she felt someone touch her. She looked down and saw Ben smiling up at her. She blushed and sat in the chair Ben pulled out for her.

“How are you enjoying the party?” he asked her.

“It’s fine.” she said with a shy smile.

“I was wondering if you would dance with me on the next slow number. I’m afraid I’ve strained my calf a little too much with the fast dancing so I’m down to slow dancing only.”

Ingrid’s eyes were wide and her face flushed. “I- I- I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I don’t dance.”

“Everyone can dance a slow dance. I’d really like it if you would share one with me. Please?” he looked into her eyes and she nodded.

“What happened to your calf?” she asked to change the topic.

“I was stabbed.”

“STABBED?” she exclaimed.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Yeah, a neighbor of mine dated a man who didn’t like being told he wasn’t worthy of another date. He got rough with her and I stopped him. He managed to stab me in the calf before I incapacitated him.”

“Are you always this heroic?” she asked.

Ben winced. “No, I used to be crippled with shyness. I’m actually still pretty shy but I’m learning to speak up when it’s important.”

The next song began and Ben recognized a nice long slow number. He stood up and held out his hand for Ingrid’s. She timidly placed hers in his and he led her to the dancefloor. He caught Catherine’s eye and she gave him a big grin when she saw who he was with.

Once more the dancefloor was full so he pulled Ingrid up against his body and they began to move with the slow steady beat. He felt the woman trembling in his arms.

“Ingrid, it’s alright. You’re doing beautifully! You can relax.” Ben said gently.

“I’m so nervous!” she gasped.

“Why? I’m not a scary man, am I?” he asked

“God no! You’re beautiful-” she blurted then realized what she said and tried to escape in her mortification. Ben wasn’t letting her go and kept her pinned to his chest.

“That was a very nice compliment. Thank you. I think you are beautiful as well.” he smiled.

She looked up and blinked at him. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Ingrid, a man would have to be blind to not see that. You’ve had several admirers watching you all night. The bass player in the band, the bartender, the man wearing the blue pinstripe jacket sitting at the table next to mine. All of these men watch you every time you pass by. Avoid the man with the pinstripes as I believe he’s married but the other two are potential dating material.”

She wore a look of shock as she tried not to turn her head to look at the men he was talking about.

“Next time you pass them by, if you like what you see give them a smile and see where it takes you. If you don’t care for their look just keep walking. Trust me there are people who think you’re hot! You just have to be open to the possibility of new relationship. Maybe it will work or maybe it won’t. You have SO much to offer you should ensure they are worthy of it.”

By this point their rubbing and touches were working their magic on Ben and he was beginning to press against Ingrid in intimate ways. She suddenly realized what the wonderful pressure was coming from.

“Oh my god!” she gasped.

“I’m so sorry! When we’re dancing this close I can’t help it.” he blushed. “Maybe we should sit down.”

“NO! I mean I- I’ve never felt that before. I don’t mind. It- it’s kind of flattering! But won’t Catherine get upset?”

“Over this? No, she knows my body well enough to know I was bound to get excited dancing with you.” Ben smiled.

“So… you and Catherine are… lovers?” Ingrid couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve to speak with Ben like this. He just made her feel so comfortable, like she could say anything without fear of being ridiculed. She wasn’t aware that she’d fallen into an easy pattern of dancing with Ben, their bodies pressed firmly together, slowly moving across the floor

Ben nodded. “She’s a very special woman! I’m honored she’s part of my life.”

Ingrid began to feel a little flushed and the tingling in her body was intensifying. She was afraid to say anything about it as she didn’t want it to stop. They continued to dance and Ingrid rested her cheek on Ben’s shoulder. She remembered seeing couples on the dancefloor in high school. How were they holding each other? Oh right. She moved her arms around Ben’s back and after a little pause he did the same to her. His hands felt so good on her body. They swayed to the music and Ingrid’s body ground against Ben’s. God, she was in heaven! If only she’d had the nerve to dance with the boys way back then. She’d missed out on so much pleasure.

Suddenly her body went stiff and Ben continued to sway to keep up the illusion they were dancing for the people around them. He felt her gasping into his collar as she’d turned her face inwards to hide the look on her face as a sweet release swept through her.

After she returned to her senses her mind slowly cleared until she realized what she’d just done. Her face went red and she tried to push away but Ben knew she’d have this reaction so he was prepared. He held her close and whispered in her ear that it was fine, she was beautiful, and he was very happy she was able to feel so comfortable in his arms. The song was ending so he led her from the dancefloor and sat with her at his table. When she was finally able to look at him he smiled gently.

“You were remembering your high school dances weren’t you?” She nodded hesitantly. “I remember mine too. I didn’t dance very much as I was always too shy. I’d watch the others and wish I had the nerve to ask a girl to dance. I had no idea they were just as nervous. We don’t have to feel like that anymore. If you want to dance with someone ask them. If you’d like to get to know someone, speak with them. You’re an amazing woman! Men are going to want to spend time with you. Just be careful you don’t collect too many. Start with one.” She grinned at that. She was looking at him with genuine affection and he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“That’s my signal to sweep in and collect my boyfriend before he’s completely smitten.” Catherine said as she stepped up to the table between the two. Ben looked up with a loving smile. Ingrid looked up with a guilty expression and Catherine chuckled. “Not to worry Ingrid, I know Ben’s a physically affectionate man but I also know he loves me and that’s all I really need to know.” Ingrid’s face showed her relief.

Catherine looked at Ben. “The party is winding down and I’d like to make a quick exit before I get roped into helping clean up.” she grinned, knowing full well that they’d hired a crew for that task.

“Oh! Sure.” Ben said. He turned to Ingrid. “Thank you for the dance! It really was lovely to meet you. Enjoy the rest of the party!”

She nodded and blushed looking at him.

Catherine pulled him up and led him through the dancers to the exit. As they walked through the lobby she occasionally stopped to say a few words to a departing guest. The general consensus was the party was a roaring success. As they passed the bar in the lobby Catherine stopped and stared at the figure slumped at the bar. The distinct black and white striped cocktail dress was a dead give-away. She looked at Ben in concern and they immediately went inside.

Catherine approached from her right side while Ben went left.

“Jacqueline? Are you alright?” she said gently.

The woman lifted her head from her arm on the bar and looked unsteadily towards the sound of the voice calling her name. Unfocused eyes swung around trying to see who was bothering her in her misery. When they finally locked on Catherine they went wide with exaggerated anger.

“YOU! You BITCH! You ruined EVERYTHING!” Jacqueline roared drunkenly.

“What?” Catherine pulled back from the blast of rum breath and spittle.

“Greg fired me! ME!” the woman squealed and tears burst forth.

Ben looked questioningly at Catherine. “Greg Masters. Head of the Ministry of Heaven’s Voice.” She explained.

“Yes, Greg Masters, bitch!” Jacqueline growled dragging a bar napkin across her eyes to dry the tears. “I told him you sabotaged our tenth consecutive win and he fired me!”

“Why?” Catherine asked.

“He had millions of dollars of sponsorship deals locked into our winning that tenth annual award. Now he has to pay them all back and there’s no money! He called me an incompetent cunt!” More tears followed the confession.

Ben started the recorder app on his phone.

“Where is the money the Heaven’s Herald Foundation raised Jacqueline?” Catherine said gently.

“It’s invested.” she mumbled.

“In what?”