Copyright 2001
"Looks like el jefe is on a roll tonight...," Erin laughed.
"El who?" Veronica asked, giving her a quizzical stare.
"You know...the boss."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "It makes no sense to talk in Spanish if no one understands you."
"I do," Howie chimed in, setting his empty champagne glass down on the bar.
"¡Sí! ¡Gracias Howie!" Erin said, pulling the Merlot from beneath the bar and pouring him another glass. (Yes! Thank you Howie!)
"¿Cómo su noche ha sido? " Howie asked, smiling smoothly at her. (How's your night going so far?)
"Bien.." (Good.)
"Is that all you know how to say?" he laughed.
"Well, no..." Erin thought for a moment before spotting her friend Niki walk through the doors of the club. Right on schedule. It had been a bitch getting her there. Niki worked constantly. Erin glanced at Howie. Sounded like someone else she knew.
"Hay una muchacha hermosa que viene su manera. Juegúelo D fresca," Erin whispered. (There's a beautiful woman coming right towards you. Play it cool D.)
Howie turned casually, trying to sneek a discreet glance at Niki. "I've got some paperwork to finish up before we leave for the tour. You can send her up to get an autograph before the club closes if you want," Howie commented smugly.
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Uh hu...sure. Player."
Howie stood and smiled at Veronica. "Prick tease."
"Chia pet!"
Howie began to slip through the crowd before turning and looking at Veronica. "Hey! No hair jokes."
"Sorry," Veronica laughed. "But hey! Could I use some of your Jerry Curl gel after work?"
Erin laughed as Niki found her way to the bar, sliding onto one of the empty stools. "I'm here. Impress me."
"What?!" Veronica asked, her small hands cleaning out a beer mug. "Impress you? What do we look like? A circus act?"
"Well...," Niki shrugged.
"Oh, shut up!" Erin laughed, pouring Niki a shot of vodka. "I'll have you know that I had to pay for these expensive assed threads...cuz Howie is such a snob."
Niki blinked a few times. "Howie? You know Howie?"
Erin stood there for a few seconds until the intense pain of Veronica's heel digging into her foot, shot through her body. "Ahhh, I heard he was. A snob. About clothes."
Niki gave the two girls a odd stare before shaking her head and turning, pushing her way to the dance floor.
"Oh! Great job Erin!" Veronica whispered fiercely.
"What?! I covered."
"Oh yeah...you covered," Veronica returned sarcasticly.
"'Oh yes, Howie's a snob...about clothes...blah blah blah..'," Veronica mocked.
Rolling her eyes Erin turned her back, ignoring Veronica's teasing.
***
Veronica stared intensely up the long flight of stairs behind the bar. He couldn't stay up there forever.
"Nick naked up there or something?" Erin asked, breezing past her with an armful of clean beer glasses.
"What?"
"I mean, you're staring so hard up those stairs that I figured that *something* had to have your attention...and you only stare that hard at Nick."
"Howie's being a jerk tonight. Said to have Niki come back another night and he'd get her an autograph," Veronica seethed.
"Oh, is that what he calls it now?" Erin giggled, stacking the glasses beneath the bar.
"Who wants me to come back tomorrow night?" Niki suddenly asked, appearing at the bar.
Erin and Veronica both spun around simutaneously.
"The...uh...our...," Veronica stumbled.
"It is true, isn't it?" Niki gasped, wide eyed.
"What's true?" Erin inquired innocently.
"Oh please. You really think you could invite all the other girls to the club, give them a Backstreet Boy to bang, and then expect them to keep their mouths shut about it??"
"Well...," Veronica began.
"So what if it's true?" Erin interrupted.
"I want a piece of Backstreet ass... just like all the rest of the gang," Niki demanded, banging her fist heatedly on the counter top.
"See, the thing is...," Veronica started.
"Well then, maybe you should take control of the situation," Erin interrupted again.
"Maybe I will!" Niki shouted, standing from her stool.
"That's the independent woman I know! Right up those stairs girl!" Erin pointed, excitement and liberation etched on her face.
"Yes!" Niki boomed, stomping her way around the bar and to the stairs, pounding relentlessly up the stairs. Erin spun to look at Veronica, a slow smile spreading over her face.
"I said, Who's House??, My House!...," Erin sang, strutting in circles around Veronica. "Who's House??, Erin's House!!"
"Oh, blow me," Veronica sulked, shoving her way past Erin and reaching inside her apron, pulling out a twenty.
"Thank you oh so much!" Erin chirped, snatching the money from Veronica's hand.
"I knew she'd do it. And to think you doubted my powers of manipulation."
***
"Come back later!" Niki mumbled to herself. "I know when I'll be coming and it won't be later." Niki stopped when she reached the top of the stairs, looking to her left, and then to her right. She had to pick a door and it had to be the right one.
"Bingo!" she smiled, spotting the door at the end of the hall with the name plate that said "Dorough". Bravely she strutted down the hall, taking a deep breath before throwing the door open.
***
"Mama, el negocio va a ser fino. Pare el preocuparse," Howie reassured his mother. (Mom, the business is going to be fine. Stop worrying,)
"Sí, sé que usted está referido sobre mi decisión pero le aseguro que estos dos podrán manejarla. Necesito a alguien que puede estar aquí cada noche. En quién sabe y hacia fuera del club." (Yes, I know you're concerned about my decision but I assure you that these two will be able to handle it. I need someone who can be here every night. Who knows the in's and out's of the club.)
It was almost ritualistic for his mother to call a couple days before the tour started to lecture and voice her worries about the way he handled his life. His business life, his home, his romantic situation. At times it bugged him, but usually it just seemed endearing. She was just doing her 'motherly duties' in his eyes.
"Y realizo que usted está referido pero John todavía estará aquí." Howie leaned over his desk, picking up a pen and signing an inventory order. (And I realize that you're concerned but John will still be here.)
"El extremo del negocio del club se cubre. Como dije, necesito a alguien estar aquí y mezclar y tomar el cuidado del ángulo social. Estos dos son la gente perfecta para el trabajo." (The business end of the club is covered. Like I said, I need someone to be here and mingle and take care of the social angle. These two are the perfect people for the job.)
Suddenly the door to Howie's office flew open, a leggy brunette standing front and center. She stared at him intensely, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. She shifted, bracing her hand on the door frame and then leaning into it. The black leather pants sat low on her hips and moved even lower as she shifted her weight.
"Madre, soy gonna puesto le en el asimiento por un segundo." Howie reached over and pushed a button on his phone, never setting the reciever down. (Mom, I'm gonna put you on hold for a second.)
Niki caught her first actual glimpse of Howie as she flung the door to his office open. Immediately her stomach dropped and she doubted her ability to keep her composure. Sucking in a breath she locked eyes with him, staring him down. She knew this was her one and only chance to do it. No security, no fans...she had to get a grip.
Niki shifted her weight and braced her hand against the door frame, trying to steady her weakening legs and give herself time to psych herself up. "Um...this area is off limits. How'd you get up here?" Howie asked, staring at her curvy form.
"Does it really matter how I got up here? I'm here. That's all that matters," Niki countered.
"Did Erin and Veronica let you up here?" Howie quirked an eyebrow at her, sensing her nervousness. Those two...
Niki took a deep breath and started across the room towards him. "Nobody let me anywhere. I'm a big girl...I let myself up." Two could play this game, Howie decided.
"You can sit over there," Howie pointed. "As soon as I'm finished with my call I'll sign your CD or whatever...okay?" Without another word Howie placed the reciever back to his ear and pushed the 'hold' button on the base of his phone.
"Mama aceptable, estoy detrás." (Okay Mom, I'm back.)
'Oh hell no. He didn't just blow me off,' Niki fumed.
"Ningún no, nada mal. Ahora cuáles eran nosotros que decían?". (No no, nothing's wrong. Now what were we saying?)
Niki placed her hands on her hips and made no attempt to move. Howie glanced back up at her quickly, then looked down, beginning to sort through paperwork, occasionally pausing to sign them. Dropping her hands to her side she decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. All or nothing right? Striding over to where he sat she slid inbetween him and the desk then dropped down to her knees.
"Um...," Howie looked around frantically.
"Better be quiet or sweet Mommy will hear what her good little Catholic boy is doing...," Niki whispered, bringing her hands up and undoing his slacks, pulling the zipper down.
"N-ningu'n Mama... usted está oyendo probablemente... mi T.V." (N-no Mama...you're probably hearing...my T.V.)
Niki tugged on the hips of his pants and Howie lifted up slightly, just enough for her to pull them down around his thighs. His boxers came down with them and his erection sprang free, bobbing in front of her face. Howie sucked in a deep breath, praying she wouldn't get cold feet and back down. He'd been a jerk to her earlier but only to get on Erin and Veronica's nerves. Now it appeared he'd gotten in over his head.
"Sí, sí, sigo siendo aquí Mama." Howie croaked as Niki wrapped a small hand around him. (Yeah, yeah, I'm still here Mom,)
"I have no idea what you're saying but it sounds very sexy," Niki murmered, then kissed the head of his erection.
"Ohhh," Howie moaned, forgetting for a moment that his mother was still on the other end.
Taking that as a good sign, Niki wrapped her lips around him and slid him deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around. Howie continued to respond to his Mothers questions and comments with small grunts and quiet yes's or no's. Plunging him deeper and deeper, Niki quickened her pace, thrusting him in and out of her mouth, his left hand tangled in her hair.
"Mom," Howie squeaked. "I really need to let you go. I'm in the middle of something that needs my full attention."
Niki pulled away and smiled as Howie hung up the phone.
"Oh, so *now* I get your full attention huh?" she laughed, standing as he stood.
Howie didn't say a word. His hands found the zipper on her leather pants and slid it down, then pushed them from her hips along with her panties. Lifting her onto his desk he helped her lie back, then grabbing her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the desk where he was standing, erection painfully hard.
"That's what you wanted, right?" Howie asked, slipping the tip of him into her.
Niki lifted her hips up off the desk, a silent form of consensus. Grasping her hips he pushed completely into her, a string of Spanish obsenities flowing from his mouth.
"Yes...God yes, like that," Niki gasped, her hips jerking gently.
Starting a steady rhythm Howie stroked in and out, Niki working her hips slowly against his, each building up the electricity between their bodies. Running his hands up her stomach he then slid them under her top, finding her without a bra. His fingers brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. Howie leaned down and, using his hands, pushed her shirt completely up, taking her right breast into his mouth.
Niki grabbed the sides of his head, cupping his face as his tongue lapped at her sensitive skin. Wrapping her legs tightly around him she felt him thrust deeper, hitting spots that made her shudder. His lips worked their way up her chest and then over her neck, eventually skimming lightly over her own lips. He attacked her mouth, his tongue tasting and probing, his teeth gently nipping.
"So...close...," she suddenly whimpered, arching her chest up.
Slipping a hand between their bodies his fingers found her and began to massage where they were joined.
"Like that?" he rasped, barely recognizing the sound of his own voice, dripping with a heated thickness.
Niki bit her bottom lip and nodded furiously, squeezing her eyes shut as her body reacted, her limbs beginning to tingle.
"That's it," he whispered, thrusting harder and faster. "Do it, let go."
Digging her fingers into his shoulders Niki let loose, her body pulsing and tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
The way her body clenched him, her smell, the way her chest heaved...it was all his undoing and he pumped into her one last time before calling out loudly, spilling inside her. Howie collasped on top of her, his hands bracing himself on either side of her body so he didn't crush her.
"Are you okay?" he breathed, panting softly.
"Yeah," Niki sighed, trying to shift her weight.
"Sorry," he chuckled, raising himself off of her.
Niki sat up and pulled her top back down. "You're not gonna fire Erin and Veronica are you?"
"Yeah..." Howie said seriously.
Niki's entire face lost color.
"But then Erin will go and screw AJ and he'll barge into my office demanding that I rehire them and I will because I'm a sucker for blond men with lots of tattoos..." Howie broke into a smile, chuckling as Niki relaxed, sliding down off his desk.
"Jerk!" she teased, punching him playfully.
"Of course I'm not gonna fire them. Matter of fact..." Howie pulled his slacks back up and buttoned them quickly, then zipping them up. "Get dressed and you can help me with my surprise."
"Oh, I like surprises," Niki beamed, pulling her pants back on quickly.
***
"Just go up there and slip the keys through the door," Erin laughed. Veronica hauled herself up onto the bar top.
"And risk seeing him naked and fucking Niki?? No way! You do it!"
Erin crinkled her nose up. Howie had left his keys to the club under the bar and the two didn't want to leave until he had them. Not to mention that he probably didn't even know how to lock up, considering either they or one of the other guys did it every night anyway.
Veronica looked down at her wrist, checking her clock again. "What, are they having sex or building a nuclear bomb? It's not rocket science Howie. You stick it in and pull it out. Repetition is easy."
Erin broke into a fit of laughter, shoving Veronica in the shoulder. "You're a weirdo!"
"Erin, V, you two still here?!" Howie called, coming down the steps with Niki in tow.
"Yeah, on the bar!" Erin shouted.
Strutting over, Howie glared at the two. "What have I told you two about sitting on the bar?"
Erin sighed. "Ask Veronica. I don't pay attention to you anymore."
"Erin!" Veronica gasped. "Neither do I! Don't go getting me in trouble for not knowing."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Howie chuckled, thrusting two contracts in front of Erin and Veronica.
"What's this?" Erin asked, taking it from him, Veronica doing the same.
"I want you two to manage the club while I'm on tour. The contract is just going over the pay increase," Howie explained.
Both girls stared at the contracts and then at each other.
"Yeah, I'll let you two simmer in that for awhile," he laughed, grabbing his keys from Veronica's hand.
"Wanna go back up and get that autograph?" Howie asked Niki.
"Sure. Could you talk dirty to me in Spanish too?" she giggled, following beside him as he led her back upstairs.
"Absolutely. And I'll use my Spanish tongue."
Otro Cliente Satisfecho... (Another Satisfied Customer...)
