Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

When a new shipment of clothes came in, Royaland her staff always played dress up before they put the clothes on the racks. While Renée could barely afford the clothes, even with her fifty percent discount, Royal would seriously look at the clothes and buy the ones she thought were extremely complimentary to her body type. Cory always chimed in with advice on fit and look. While he was not a woman, he was a gay shopkeeper with excellent taste that both ladies valued dearly.

They all went quickly up to Royal’s old apartment and set the clothes out on the couch in the living room. Royal poured a glass of wine for each of them and stood by the fireplace laughing as they talked.

“Okay. So, do you want to try on the new Dolce or the new Armani?” Renee asked, salivating at the prospect.

“Um, definitely the Armani for me,” Royal said, unbut-toning her shirt. Taking off her shirt and sliding off her jeans, she stood in only g-string panties and a black lace bra. Renée walked over and passed her the black Armani dress.

Cory sat sipping his wine and quietly watching on. There were some perks of pretending to be gay, like watching women strip nearly naked in front of him. He sat on the couch watching carefully as Royal slipped her long bare legs into the dress.

Royal was absolutely beautiful. She had gotten un-dressed in front of him a hundred times, and with every inspection of her body, he’d never seen one flaw. He found her fascinating and breathtaking, and if he weren’t married and Dmitry not a cold hearted killer, he would have definitely pursued her.

Renée had slipped and told him once that Royal was a virgin before getting with Dmitry, which explained his boss’s obsessive behavior and his constant protection of her. The news had hit him like a ton of bricks. It also gave him a new found respect for her. As beautiful as she was, she could have had any man or anything that she wanted long ago, but judging her choice for a first, she would have that anyway.

“Cory, zip me up,” Royal ordered,backing up to him as he sat looking at her exposed rear end.

After a few sips of wine, he felt like slapping her on the ass and leaning her over the end of the couch. Instead, he stood up behind her and zipped her up slowly, taking in the sweet smell of her perfume and soft fragrance in her hair. Dmitry doesn’t deserve you, he thought.

“There you go, girlie,” he said,tapping her hip. “Slow down on the Twinkies. You’re getting wide.”

“You really think so?” Royal asked, touching her hips. “Do I look really wide?”

Cory sat back down and looked at her rear again. “Oh yeah.” He took another sip of his wine.

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Bone chilling winds whipped through the riverside as Dmitry pulled up and parked his car in the front of the luxury loft apartments overlooking the Mississippi River on Front Street. He made his way up the long stairwell quickly with long forceful strides.

Arriving at the front door, Dmitrywas greeted by two armed men who moved hurriedly to let him in and most importantly move out of his way. He walked in and made them stay outside guarding the door. The loft was empty with loud music blaring from the Bose surround sound. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

Walking softly across the hardwood floors, Dmitry slipped up the stairwell leading towards the music to a half-opened door. He pushed the door open with his index finger. The bedroom was dark, illuminated by large candles and a large king-sized bed under a wall-to-wall window where Ivan lay with three women. One small blonde had straddled his chest and was kissing his mouth. The other small brunette had her back to the blonde and was bent down sucking wildly on his penis. The third woman lay beside the three of them, visibly highand disoriented.

Dmitry walked into the room and closed the door. In-stantly, all four looked at him. Hetook off his coat and rolled up the sleeves to his shirt. He smiled at the women and with a nod, walked up to the bed.

“Dmitry, what the fuck are you doing here?” Ivan asked, pushing the short women off of his body. “Here, you can have one if you like. I knew that Royal must not be too exciting,” he laughed. “Good girls never are.”

“Speaking of Royal, I heard that you paid her a visit last night while she was a little indisposedas well. Figured, I’d return the favor,” Dmitry smirked.

Ivan gave a devilish grin and lifted his brow. Utter defiance in hisrebellious manner.

Dmitry acted quickly. With the force of all his might, heplunged his fist into Ivan’s face, punching him with precision, busting open his mouth and the side of his eye.

Afraid, the women ran quickly to the other side of the room, except for the drunken redhead whom Dmitry threw out of his way as he snatched Ivan up. She fell to the floor and rolled under the bed where she stayed.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Ivan said, trying to push Dmitry. He punched back,but Dmitry penned him down, pulled out the butt of his gun and punched him again in his face. The sound of the gun made a blood wrenching sound. When Ivan finally submitted, stopped moving like a smart victim under a bear’s attack, Dmitry stopped. Breathing hard he stepped away and wiped the blood from his face.

His voice was steady and low. “If I ever catch you near her again, I’ll kill you.” Dmitry said, spitting.

The room was deathly still, music blared from the sound system. Dmitry turned from Ivan’s naked, bloody body. He calmed himself. He caged the beast before he could spring forth.

The women screamed as he approached, afraid not only of the bleeding man but of the bloody giant in front of them breathing heavily