High Rolling

Nikki was sent scrambling for compliments that didn’t make him sound like a creep. Amélie tilted her hips and struck a natural pose. Her long, sexy legs, huge bubble butt, and perky tits were all on display for his pleasure. Olivia pushed Nikki from behind and he nearly bowled her over in the process, “You look amazing,” he finally squeezed out.

“Thank you,” she responded with ice in her voice, “I should have known that Sombra would have something as perverted as this prepared for me.”

“Aw come on Amélie, it’s fun to get sexy! Especially when it makes papi here go wild with desire.” Sombra pulled out her phone and did something out of Nikki’s eyesight, “I already got you two a reservation at the fanciest joint in this city, so go enjoy yourself and put it on my tab.”

“And how are we going to get there?”

Sombra snickered, “Papi, you been down to the garage yet? We have five spots, just for us – and I didn’t waste no time in filling a few of them.”

“Alright, let me go get changed and we’ll head down there.”

Nikki escaped up into his bedroom and check the wardrobe, where several expensive designer outfits had been purchased and placed just for him. He pulled out the best-looking suit and quickly jumped into it, he checked himself out in the mirror with a nervous smile. He wasn’t as good looking as Widowmaker was, but he cleaned up pretty nice. He jogged back down into the living room where Olivia and Amélie were still talking.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Nikki mustered up his confidence and wrapped his arm around Amélie’s, her skin was cool to the touch. She aired no complaints as Sombra escorted the pair to the elevator, and down to the basement floor of the building. This was a space reserved for the wealthiest of the residents. On-site parking in the middle of the city, complete with a full valet service out front. The penthouse suite had its own dedicated elevator that opened out into a garage made from polished white marble.

“Wow,” Nikki exclaimed as they stepped out into the large open space. Sombra had undersold just how much space there was available to them. He could imagine no less than twenty cars of all shapes and sizes fitting in the garage comfortably. At the front was a red sports car, which he only identified as a Ferrari 812 as he got closer to it. “Did you seriously buy a Ferrari in the time between us signing the deed and moving in?”

Sombra shrugged, “I have ecliptic tastes.”

It was an aggressive and beautiful thing, which reminded him of the two women who were treating him like a king. Sombra tossed Nikki the keys, who caught them in his left hand. He eagerly unlocked the car and opened the door for his date, “Ladies first.” Amélie slipped elegantly into the seat on her high heels and crossed her shapely legs with a stoic expression.

Nikki dashed to the other side and opened the driver’s side door. Sombra leant down before he could close it again, “Papi, try not to bang her up. We have more money than we could ever hope to spend, but these things are hard to find.”

“I know, I know,” he assured her, “I won’t hurt your baby.”

Sombra gave him a thumbs-up and slammed the door shut, “Have fun papi!”

Nikki looked forward for the first time and felt a rush of adrenaline run through his body. He gripped the steering wheel and felt a surge of manly pride run through his body. When he bought into the app, he never expected to be in a super slick supercar with the single most drop-dead gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in the passenger seat, on their way to a date at the most expensive restaurant in the state.

In a sense, staring at the dashboard brought his good fortune into perspective. Amélie remained silent, as she tended to do, as Nikki adjusted the seat and got himself comfortable. It was time to put that old driver’s license to use. The engine roared as he turned the key, and he had to stop himself from revving the engine and waking up the entire block with it. He carefully pulled it out of the open door and into the common parking area, where several dozen other expensive vehicles were carefully parked with a car’s width between them.

He swung the 812 around the corner and up the ramp, as he spilled out onto the busy city streets his head only grew larger and larger. He cast a voyeuristic glance at Amélie as she sat in the seat beside him, dress spilling outwards and exposing as much flesh as publicly acceptable. Her thick thighs were in plain view, he wanted to reach over and grab them – she wouldn’t object.

Nikki brought himself back down to earth. He needed to look after Sombra’s baby first, and then worry about getting frisky with his deadly assassin slash bodyguard later. Sombra had already sent to destination to the car’s GPS, so he followed it as closely as possible – cognizant to the dangers that the average idiot posed to the paint job.

After a ten-minute drive they pulled up at the restaurant, he’d never visited the ‘Bythbrooke’ before, but Sombra had gone to the effort. He pulled into the front drive and exited the car. A valet was waiting to take the keys and drive it to a parking space. By the time Nikki had gone around to get Amélie, she was already out of the car and waiting for him.

Nikki escorted her inside. Olivia had made the reservation in their names, he wondered how long she had this plan in mind for them. Or did they just so happen to have a table available for high-rollers? The pair were seated on a balcony at the very back of the dining floor, away from the prying eyes of the people on the outside. Nikki received many, many jealous stares from men, both single and married as they walked though. And much like the app promised, not a single person commented on Widowmaker’s blue skin or unusual appearance.

Sat next to Amélie, Nikki felt the weight of the challenge finally hit him. He needed to find a way to break the ice with the newest member of his harem, a woman who had no visible emotions thanks to years of brainwashing…