JADA/AYANO PT.04 FOURSOME
By Valucia
FRIENDS IN MONACO
Ayano and Jada packed for their trip to Monaco. It was only a two hour flight, fortunately. Sergei drove them to the airport and said something about Nikos to Ayano in Romanian. He would be joining them a little later, Ayano had told her. He gave her a rundown of the purpose of the trip. The bankers would be wining and dining a group of them for the three day weekend. Some of them would be offering new investments to him and other Eastern European associates of his. Jada still wasn't sure exactly how wealthy Ayano was, but she noticed that he had a lot of people working for him, expensive cars, and he got a lot of stuff for free.
Their first night, Ayano brought Jada to a dinner for the group in an extravagant restaurant. Their hosts had broad but sincere smiles, clearly enjoying this part of the job. It would be unthinkable to mention business the first night. The bankers chatted with them about travel, work, family, and the like. After dinner, they headed to a VIP room at a famous seaside casino. Jada tried to give no external indication of how grateful and excited she felt. She wanted to look as if she did this kind of thing all the time.
Ayano seemed impressed with how impeccably charming she was to each new acquaintance. Jada also noticed he looked quite pleased with how many eyes lingered upon her in her low cut, backless purple gown. Visible nipples were a huge trend at the time- even mannequins had to have them showing. Jada's breasts were a bit too large to be wearing a dress without a bra. Motionless, it wasn't as obvious, but as she strode across the room, well... it was barely appropriate, as he had requested.
Since getting together with Ayano, she had been training in Răz-nevă vigorously. As a result, her body was especially strong and toned yet she still retained her soft breasts and curvy hips and ass. Being Brazilian and Japanese, she was among the most exotic women in the room. Gisele Bundchen was just becoming famous as a Brazilian model and so many media outlets were talking about how sexy Brazilian women were. This made Jada even more coveted.
Ayano asked Jada to choose what to play. She decided on stud poker because it was the only game that required her skill set. She was enjoying playing against her new boyfriend because she was having some beginner's luck and was also adept at reading people. After ten o'clock, the older bankers were dropping like flies, each trying to be as hospitable as possible before going to bed. Then, with some of the respectability of the group diminished, the night began to have a more ulterior undertone.
It seemed that some of Ayano's friends were perfectly satisfied to gamble and drink for the evening. Very high quality champagne was flowing freely. However, it seemed that some of his friends at the poker table had more in mind than just champagne.
Their table took a break after several rounds of drinks and hands of poker. As they sat in a small lounge area on the other side of the room, Jada noticed Nikos had also arrived in Monaco. She supposed he was acting as a "bodyguard" because that was how he was dressed. But then, she wondered. He kept disappearing and reappearing with one or two people at a time. Nikos whispered something into Ayano's ear.
"Do you want some coke?" Ayano asked her quietly, looking straight ahead. She thought about her response.
Growing up exposed to several large cities, Jada had lost her naïveté early in her teenage years. Up until now, she had experimented with a variety of sordid activities, but had not ventured into cocaine. As an art student, she tried pot, shrooms, acid, and ecstasy but she had heard that cocaine was dangerous. It was addictive and made people do crazy, violent things. Look at that movie Scarface!
But she was in Monaco, laughing, gambling and drinking with her sexy, dangerous boyfriend. Surely, a night as special and unusual as this one could afford her this one-time indulgence. She nodded. Ayano took her by the hand and followed Nikos to a back room near the bar.
"You'll like this, it's a good high. I got benzos to help you come down if time is an issue," Nikos said, cutting lines of cocaine on the stainless steel prep table with a credit card. He let Ayano step in.
"Good idea, I'll take some. Jada? You want some for the morning?"
"I've never done coke. But if you say benzos help later, I'll take some," she said, deciding it was best to be upfront.
"Aww,
dulceata
, your first time," Ayano teased. He rolled up a franc note and snorted some long lines of cocaine. He handed the scroll to her. "Just do this," he instructed, making her two small lines.
Ayano and Jada played a little more poker but they were too high to sit still. They mingled with various acquaintances, all of whom seemed fascinating, but Jada didn't know this was probably because of the cocaine. Her eyes felt like they were wide open. She was sure she looked like she was on drugs but every time she caught a glimpse of her reflection, she appeared normal. Normal enough. Did it even matter if anyone knew? Everyone was immaculately dressed, very formal looking, but at the same time, the event seemed to be curated as a safe playground for naughty rich people.
Jada was extremely talkative and soon made an effort to tone it down. Most of the people they chatted with were men Ayano's age or older. A vast majority of them were perfect gentlemen. However, one guy-- who had also disappeared with Nikos-- was a bit bolder. They were standing around, chatting with a few people and watching the roulette table when Ayano noticed this man was the only one in the group he hadn't introduced to Jada.
"By the way, Jada, this is Stelian Mihaili. Stelian, this is Jada Versailles," Ayano said. If Stelian had been someone important, Ayano would have called him an old friend or commented in some way as he had with other introductions.
"Jada? What a beautiful name. Where are you from?" he asked, shaking her hand.
"Brazil, but I've lived in New York City for a few years now," she said.
"A Brazilian girl, hmm?" he commented, his eyes lowering to take a subtle look at her ass. The table cheered at something and he went back to watching the roulette players.
Ayano gave Jada a look. He had definitely seen Stelian checking her out. His eyes were asking her if he should do something about it. Ordinarily, she would be annoyed by this guy's knee-jerk response to hearing she was from Brazil, but it certainly wasn't the first time it had happened. However, this evening was different. She kind of liked that some of the men in the room were jealous that she was Ayano's date. She smiled and held Ayano's arm affectionately to tell him not to worry about it. He shrugged and playfully checked out her ass himself. It was, in fact, stereotypically shapely.
They played some roulette, some blackjack, and had a few more drinks. As the night went on, Jada became increasingly exhilarated by all the attention, the chandeliers, the money being thrown around, the beautiful people. When they stepped away from the others, he stopped speaking mid-sentence when he saw someone across the room.
"What?" she asked.
"I see someone I know. Two someones," he told her, draining another flute of champagne. His nose sniffled from the cocaine discreetly.
"You know everyone."
"Well,
these
two..." he stopped again, considering what to say. "If I introduce you to them, things could get...
wild.
" He had a deliberately secretive expression on his face.
"Oh?" she said quizzically, trying to determine exactly what he meant by that.
"I mean it. These two ladies...:"
"Ladies? Anything to be jealous about?" she purred.
"Of course not. You see those two women over there?" he said, indicating a tall woman with soft brown curls and dark red lipstick. She was wearing black pants and a very low-cut blazer, no shirt underneath. Jada couldn't begin to imagine how much her jewelry cost. Next to her was a woman who had to be her wife or girlfriend. She had beautiful long, platinum-blonde hair which could have been natural-- she looked so Scandinavian. Her flowy dress was light blue, sort of a Greek goddess style. The jewelry she was wearing was a little more subtle. Their body language and the way they spoke to people together made it easy to tell they were a couple from across the room.
"Who are they?" she asked as she observed them.
"They're not bankers," he said suavely.
"Clearly not. How do you know them?"
"Cyana, the one in black, I grew up with her. She was the neighborhood tomboy I had a crush on. We fooled around once or twice when we were young, but alas, she prefers the company of women mostly. She owns a lot of textile businesses or something like that. She's fun, but kind of a bitch. She pretends to hate me, it's very cute.
"Her girlfriend, Ava, I've only met a few times. They've been together for two, maybe three years. She is only girls, lesbian. She is a performance artist and some big-time DJ. Popular in London. But, I'm telling you, if we go over there, I don't know what will happen. Perhaps you will even decide you prefer their company to mine," he took a tendril of her hair and curled it around his finger.
"Hmm, are they that irresistible? You're really... concerned?" she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Really. I am!" he said. "Look, if you really want to, we can go say hi, but all bets are off."
"Okay, tiger. Let's go over there," she said, thinking she was calling his bluff. She assumed he was trying to make the scene sound more exciting than it actually was.
"Okay. Let's get some more coke from Nikos first. It would be rude to come empty-handed."
"Cyana,
draga mea
, how nice to see you again!" Ayano greeted her, kissing her on each cheek.
"Ayano," she said dispassionately, reciprocating his kisses stiffly. "It's been forever. How are you?" The faintest bit of a Romanian accent remained in her posh British affectation.
"Fucking fabulous. Hello, Ava. How are you enjoying Monaco?" he asked, kissing her cheeks as well.
"It's so surreal! You should see the room they gave us!" she gushed.
"Ladies, please meet my girlfriend from New York City, Jada," he presented her proudly.
"Jada. Hi, I'm Ava," she said warmly, kissing her cheeks. She was probably only a few years older than Jada.
"Jada. My god, you're simply stunning." Cyana had a small smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye that reminded Jada of Ayano when he was up to something.
"Thank you," Jada replied. She found herself a little mesmerized by their glamour. And she was pretending not to notice that Ayano had just promoted her to girlfriend. Girlfriend!!
