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Porsche 
It was no surprise to me that most men in mafia had weird sexual fantasies. 
Here I was an hour early to work. I decided to see Vegas in his room when I heard noises, weird but familiar noises.  That guy Vegas must be ravaging his poor lover. The moans were quite erotic though. 
I wanted to stay away from the door, but I was tempted to stay back and listen and possibly look through the peek hole if I could catch a glimpse...
"Porsche?"
I flipped when I heard my name. I turned to see Note, standing like a hypnotised lunatic. 
"Why do call my name with such aggression. Shiaaaa, you scared me."
"Macau wants to see you. First floor, third room by the right." 
Note walked away. 
"Wait what? First floor what?" I asked. 
I made my way to the first floor. I knocked on two doors and got no response. I knocked and opened the third door. 
Macau was tying a towel around his waist. What did he want to do with me? 
"Ah... You're Porsche?" Macau asked. 
"Yes?"
"Okay...
"Okay, what do want from me because I'm not into that stuff..."
"Bdsm...?"
To my surprise, Macau laughed. "Are you talking nonsense, I wanted you to help me choose an outfit for the auction?"
"Ohh... Um I thought you wanted something else," I sighed. 
"Something like what? I just want to look cool like P'Vegas."
"Of course. I can help you."
I checked out the wardrobe. It was dull of a hundred pairs of different designer wears. How can someone have such many clothes and not know what to wear? 
I picked a silky red shirt with a leather trouser, then a silver neck chain and some Goth rings to match. 
When Macau was fully dressed, he looked quite exotic like a fresh boy. 
"I like it," he said while admiring himself in the mirror. 
The door silently opened and Vegas walked in. It felt awkward as I could only picture Vegas naked making out with some hot dude. I shook my head to get the illicit thoughts of my mind. 
"How do I look?" Macau asked Vegas.
"You look cool," Vegas replied in English. 
Oh that was a surprise. Vegas could make a complete sentence in English? Impressive. 
I watched Vegas walk to Macau's side. He leaned closer and whispered to his ears. 
I stepped aside and waited for both mafia men to have their silent conversations.
Vegas made eyed contact with me as he whispered with Macau. Was he talking about me?  He even eyed me from head to toe. When he was done gossiping he walked close to me.
"Follow me."
"Okay."
I followed Vegas to his room. The atmosphere was quite mesmerizing. The room was dark except for the scanty ray of sunlight coming through the window blinds. 
Vegas searched his wardrobe and brought out a pair of new designer black suit with  jacket. 
"For me?"