Original Sins by Faith Summers
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Georgiou
Voyeur
‘A person who gains sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.’
That definition is undoubtedly me and I never, ever get tired of watching people have sex.
It goes deeper than a mere fetish or being like some of these perverted fucktards that travel in my circles.
There’s something primal and animalistic in it that has called to me for as long as I remember.
It also means I also identify with the other aspects of voyeurism where I takepleasure in seeing the pain or distress of others. Most preferably when my woman is either chained to my bed or a St. Andrews cross with my dick buried deep inside her.
When you’re like me, it’s so much better when you find others who are the same.
That explains my best friend Henry Dubois and why we’re so close, close enough that we like to share everything, even women.
That also explains why I’m closer to my younger cousins, close enough that I’m willing to part with everything in my trust fund to start my own empire with them built on dark fantasies.
It’s Friday night, and Henry and I are doing what we do every week.
We’re at Club Ecstasy watching people fucking on the sidelines while we discuss our business plans for the week ahead.
Club Ecstasy is a sex club that attracts anybody and everybody. The place has been going since the nineteen sixties and is based in one of the warehouses on the other side of the docks.
We’ve been coming here since we were in high school and far too young to even know about places like this. Of course, at the time, we weren’t allowed inside, but that didn’t stop us from climbing the roof and seeing all the action from there.
This year makes fifteen years that the two of us have been patrons to the dark side in one way or another.
The structure of the club isn’t that great, but people aren’t coming here for that.
Like any normal club, there’s a dance floor, a bar, and a seated area at the end of the floor. The sidelines are where all the action is. Right now, there’s every sort of pairing in the open cubicles around us—men with women, men with men, women with women, and then multiples, my personal favorite.
Just in case you can’t see the sidelines, the club has two raised platforms in the center of the dancefloor for those who like the risqué.
One platform has a metal St. Andrews Cross for those who love BDSM, and the other platform has an exhibitionist box. Both have couples you can watch, and this is what I’m currently watching as I sip on my glass of whiskey.
The box has a new couple every night, and people book it in one-hour slots. To keep the fantasy fresh, the rule is no one knows each other.
So the couple in the box now who are fucking like they can’t get enough of each other met fifteen minutes ago.
No one would ever think that from the way the muscular marine-type guy has the petite blonde, who looks like a dainty ballerina, pressed up against the wall of the glass box while he hammers into her from behind.
The art behind not knowing each other is seeing how people react on that first time they take each other.
People like me love anything like that.
I’m sure those like me will miss it too when it’s all gone in a few week. Three weeks to be exact.
The public thinks it’s because the owner died of a heart attack, and the family is selling up because they couldn’t bear to carry on a business dream without him.
We know differently. Or rather, I knew and was able to pass on the intel to Henry.
I’m one of the eldest sons in the Giordano crime family. When you come from a family like mine, you know things others don’t.
Things like the truth.
The truth about this place is the owner, Brian Caruso, got a hit on him after killing the brother of one of Chicago’s nastiest criminals, who also happens to be property hungry.
Brian was shot dead while he had his evening meal with his wife. She, in turn, was forced to give over the business and herself in exchange for her life.
In three weeks the place will be torn down and a new car park built. That will be it for Club Ecstasy, and decades of fantasy gone down the drain.
Tonight is going to be the count down and one of our last nights here.
It will also herald the start of big changes in our lives and put certain plans in motion.
Today was also the last Friday Henry worked at my family’s shipping company, Giordano Inc. Both of us have worked there as accountants. Me for ten years and him for five.
He previously worked for his family’s property development company, but he left after a big bust-up with his father.
A month ago, he was summoned back after his grandfather died. His grandfather left the business to him and his father in equal parts. It was something neither expected.
That same thing pushed me to take a look at my life.
I realized I wanted more than to live the playboy dream in my family’s legacy. I also realized it was time to do something more.
Henry and I are closer than I am to my own brother, but there’s going to be a day when we both have to go with the flow of life. It nearly happened when I almost got married. The second time it could have happened was when he nearly got drafted to the NFL. Neither happened and while the two of us still live in our bachelor pad in the city, it’s time to change things up.
I, for one, can’t live the rest of my life as a tool my father vicariously uses to gain success he can claim because I’m his son.
The idea of my something more hit me with the closure of this place. I want to set up my own empire of dark fantasies, and I want my cousins on board because they are just as sex-crazed as me.
Ricco Santorini is the motherfucker Brian had the unfortunate misfortune of pissing off. He’s a guy I’ll have my very own problems with because I have my eye on a building he wants too. We’re perhaps the only two fuckers in Chicago who want it, and I’m probably an idiot for poking a beast who would go to war with me and mine over a piece of land.
But I’m doing it anyway.
“You’d better do better than this,” Henry smirks, setting his wine glass down as the couple in the exhibitionist box change positions.
“I plan to. I’m meeting with my cousins in a few weeks to take the next step.”
Henry smiles. “Sounds like you actually have a plan in motion.”
“I do.”
When he looks back at me, I note the caution in his eyes. I know just from that, he’s nervous about going back in business with his father.
“Would it be weird if I said I’m not looking forward to next week?” He sighs and runs a hand through his dark blond mane of hair.
“No. I was waiting for you to say that.”
“I haven’t spoken to my father in five years. He didn’t even speak to me at the funeral.”
“You know he’ll speak to you because of the type of money you’ll be bringing in.”
“And that’s what worries me. I never wanted it to come to this, but it has, and now I have to deal with it.”
I bite the inside of my lip. His worries are understandable.
Henry’s family is not like mine. They’re of the vanilla variety with deep-rooted Christian beliefs. So when his father found out Henry was sleeping with his clients and had been doing so well before his intern days, that was an automatic strike for life. When one of their bigger clients got upset about it and took it to the media, it crippled their company.
The only reason his father isn’t disputing his return and hasn’t hired any lawyers who will help him revoke the terms of the will is because Henry secured a multimillion-dollar contract with Donatello Ricci, one of the most powerful and wealthiest men in Chicago. The man owns a private bank we all benefit from and property galore. He’s one of the few mobsters in Illinois who has made it rich by doing legit work to mask his other activities.
Most of us are rich because he uses our services. He’s a massive investor at Giordanos Inc. and a longtime friend of my father and uncle.
When he heard Henry was partnering with his father at their company, he literally handed over the contract to develop some new luxury apartments in Chicago and Italy. He also contracted them to renovate a resort on the east coast of Chicago that has been in his family for a hundred years.
In the same breath, he made me head accountant of the same business venture. Both of us are signing contracts tomorrow at his house. The fact that we’re going to his home symbolizes how much trust and respect the man has for us.
“Henry, you can’t worry about your father. Remember why you’re going back.” He nods. “My grandfather wanted me there, and he didn’t care what I did.”
“Exactly, so your old man will just have to get over his fucking grief. The same as you. I get that he was embarrassed by what you did, but fuck, Henry, it’s not like you didn’t see the error in your ways and apologize for what you did.”
Again he nods because he knows I’m right. “But I was young and dumb and should have kept my dick in my pants.”
“Many of us can say the same thing. At least now you know better.”
He chuckles. “Yeah. I just hate being anywhere I can’t stand. I’ll get over my grief and do it, though.”
He needs to.
The two of us have always had opposite problems with our fathers. While he always had to work overtime to prove himself, mine praised me in excess and cost me my relationship with my younger brother, Christian.
Both are problems that could end in disaster, but both are problems we need to shove to the back of fucking beyond because we’re long past being boys.
I get that Henry wants things to be okay between him and his father. I want the same, too, even though I appear not to care what my father thinks.
I definitely know my father won’t be happy when he finds out about my new business venture.
Henry pulls his phone from his back pocket, and a wicked smile brightens his face. He almost looks like his old self.
He taps the home screen and shows me an email from the Decadent Auction.
I smile when I see it. I would have gotten the same email too. I just haven’t looked in my inbox yet.
The Decadent Auction is where you buy women. This one is the golden one which means you can buy yourself a virgin and own her body for a month.
“Let’s fucking do this. I’ll need it by then. How about we go halves?”
“Buy a girl for a month?”
He nods vigorously.
We haven’t done that in a while. Both of us have been too busy. We also haven’t shared a girl in a while either.
That was both our faults, maybe mostly mine. Part of me was still hung up on Priscilla, and he only broke up with Jenna’s cheating ass three months ago.
Both were women neither of us shared, and it wasn’t because we didn’t want to. I think it was more about the women themselves than anything to do with us.
The dynamics have to be right, and for us, it’s something that naturally happens.
Admittedly, I wouldn’t have wanted Jenna in any shape or form. She was an example of the differences between us. Any woman I’m with would be scared as fuck to cheat on me, and I doubt any guy would be mad enough to think he could take my girl.
Priscilla was an anomaly that I knew wasn’t going to work right off the bat because we both wanted different things, but I pursued her anyway. In the end, it was me who let her go. I wasn’t made to, like in Henry’s situation.
He waves the phone in front of my face and nods again. “Georgiou, why are you even considering it? It’s a virgin auction. You like virgins.”
“I do. It’s just going to be crazy busy for both of us.”
“Which is exactly why we should do it. Fuck knows I’ll need the distraction when the time comes. And you have no excuse.”
A virgin to teach and train how to please us sounds like food for my soul.
“Come on, Georgiou. Don’t fucking leave me in suspense. I’ll sweeten the deal. You get to take her virginity. I took the last two.”
The man knows how to entice me. “Okay, let’s do it.”
As he registers our attendance, I check the date of the auction. It’s in a month's time, and dare I say, I’ll probably need something like that by then too.
Who knows what shit I’ll be stirring by going up against Ricco.
I don’t care, though. I’m a man who always gets what he wants.
This will be no different and the beginning of my journey to create my club.
The Dark Odyssey.
