CHAPTER 12. SATURDAY JULY 18, 13:00.
Looking back, Caramarin knew when the wheels really came off and it all turned to rat shit. It was that afternoon after seeing Valeriya when he was sitting in Maiorescu's office. His boss had just bought a new sauna and massage parlour and was modernising it. The builders were knocking through downstairs.
Caramarin was sitting reading a two day old Romanian language paper his boss had finished. Maiorescu was working on his laptop, his head wreathed in smoke, when he looked up.
"I want to set up a charity."
Maiorescu could not have said anything more surprising. Caramarin looked into his boss's sweaty, jowly face.
"You what?" All four chair legs hit the floor.
"I said I want to set up a charity."
Caramarin tried not to laugh but couldn't help himself.
"Go on, boss, what's the catch."
"No catch, Nicu. I want to do some good. Give something back."
"Well, what sort of charity? The Help for Romanian Gang Boss's Charity?"
"No, seriously. A charity to help women with liver and kidney diseases get the treatment they need in the West. You know our hospitals here aren't good enough, not up to Western standards. Well, it’s to put something back."
"You mean, help drunks and alkies dry out?"
"Not like you, Nicu. No, you've seen the girls out on the streets. I just want to send them to the West to get the care they can't get here." Maiorescu leaned forward, both elbows on the desk.
"I guess with my history I might have a few difficulties with the authorities setting it up myself, capisce? I've asked Natalya and Olga to put their names forward as Directors of this charity, and they've agreed. I want to file this urgently so do us a favour and nip over to my villa with us and get their signatures on this form."
"Who's Olga?"
"The house keeper. She might be in if we hurry." Maiorescu looked in his desk drawer and removed an orange folder. Handed it over.
Caramarin shook his head. Knowing Maiorescu there was more to it. As far as he knew, his boss wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.
The two men stepped out of the office. Maiorescu let Caramarin lock up whilst he brought his new car round. Whilst he was checking the alarm, Caramarin was startled by a car horn. Turning on his heels, he saw a metallic blue BMW M5 saloon. Leaning out of the window, the jowly face of Maiorescu greeted him.
"What do ya think?"
"You bought that?"
"Think I boosted it? Yeah, picked it up this morning. Hop in and I'll give you a run."
Caramarin swung into the shotgun seat. The scent of new leather, Maiorescu's aftershave and new air freshener greeted him. The hot sun poured in through the open sun roof.
"Nice," he admitted.
"So it should be. Cost enough. Looks good though. Nice and curvy shape."
Maiorescu weaved through the traffic. The over powered five litre V10 engine that pushed out over five hundred brake horse power couldn't show its worth in the city traffic. Maiorescu was desperate to show off the multi function steering wheel.
"You see these two buttons there?" he pointed to them. Caramarin nodded.
"Well, with these, I can adjust all the various settings of its suspension, steering, throttle response, traction control and gear stick to get the very best performance from it. So I can potter round the city streets and then unleash the tiger on the open road."
"Awesome."
However, on the open road to his villa, Maiorescu gave the BMW its head.
"Can get up to one hundred kilometres an hour in under five seconds," boasted Maiorescu.
"On these roads?" queried Caramarin.
"Possibly not, but on the Freeways; fuck yeah. Got Sat-Nav as well."
Caramarin looked at the switched off Sat-Nav.
Maiorescu laughed. "Haven't worked it all out yet. Give us a chance, I've only had it a day!"
Maiorescu swung up his villa's drive. He leaned on the horn as Caramarin stepped out. They admired the five point alloys, polished to a high gloss. After a minute, Natalya came round the side of the villa, wrapping a white beach robe around herself.
"Like it?" asked Maiorescu. He tossed her the keys. Natalya flung herself into her husband's arms.
"It's marvellous," she said, kissing him. "Can I drive it?"
"Of course. It's in your name, darling. You could run Nicolae back to town after lunch."
Maiorescu couldn't stay on, had an urgent meeting with some property speculators so backed his old Mercedes out and zipped down the drive with a farewell wave and toot of the horn. The late afternoon was even hotter but a sea breeze freshened the air by Maiorescu's villa at Yuzhne. Apart from Natalya, the place seemed deserted; maybe because the heat was sapping the energy out of everyone. Caramarin fetched the folder and walked round the back to the pool.
Should have brought his shades. The reflected sun glare off the pool dazzled him and he screwed up his eyes. Some loungers and plastic chairs stood round the pool. Looking round, only one was taken. Natalya languidly stretched out on one of the recliners. Just as well he had his eyes screwed up or his eyeballs would have fallen out onto the tiles.
Natalya was wearing the tiniest whitest bikini he'd ever seen. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose pony tail. She smiled and held her arms under her breasts, thrusting them up and out at him. With difficulty he looked up at her face. Sparkling blue eyes and full red lips and high cheekbones. Purists would say her nose was slightly too large, but Caramarin was no purist. She looked great. Absolutely fuckable.
Yeah, she'd been in the porno movies. Caramarin had even gone to the trouble of renting some of them. He guessed that was where Maiorescu had met her originally. He used to launder money through the adult movie business and met any number of actresses and hostesses.
She was in her early thirties but her trade had not ruined her looks or body. Now she was Maiorescu's woman, no one commented on her past. At least, not within Maiorescu's hearing. Some called her an old prozzie, but not Caramarin. The few times he'd met her, he'd always liked her. And he could tell she liked him.
Standing by the pool, he felt overdressed in his shirt and jeans. Sweat prickling his armpits and on his chest and down to his groin. Looking at Natalya, he stiffened. She stepped forward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. Two half globes of delight. He relaxed and laughed.
"Sit down, Nicolae. Take your shirt off and chill, man." She brought him a Zibert Light from the mini bar by the pool. He watched her bum in the tiny white briefs as she bent over. Nice, very nice. He tossed his shirt and the folder onto a nearby chair. Condensation trickled down the side of the bottle.
First things first.
"Where's everyone?" he asked.
"Out. Olga's daughter's got a bug and the gardener's got the day off."
"No one about, then?"
"No. Just you and me."
She took off her top and dropped it to the tiles. Her large breasts fell free, her clean brown nipples stiff and proud. Only one way this afternoon was heading. Did he want this again? Would take their relationship several notches up from a one-off shag.
Too right. Yeah, he was too aware she was Maiorescu's current wife. His boss rarely kept them long but he would still be very angry if someone else was shagging away behind his back. And Maiorescu was a very bad man when angry. But he wasn't about to tell and neither would Natalya. But it was still a very bad idea.
Natalya picked up a bottle of sun lotion.
"Don't want you getting burned." She poured out a handful and rubbed it slowly, sensuously over his chest, massaging it down his stomach and sides. Then unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down, dropped them to the floor. She saw the bulge in his briefs. Hooked her fingers under the waist and drew them down too.
Poured more lotion into her palms. Took his cock and rubbed her hands up and down his shaft, the oily slickness heightening her touch. He gripped the side of the lounger to hold himself back. Natalya looked up at him and lowered herself down his body, her breasts swaying free. Her tongue lapped his bell end, then her full mouth swallowed his penis all the way, delicious pressure building up inside. She knew her job, all right. Just as he was about to explode in her mouth, she sat back.
"Your turn now," she said. She slid down her white briefs revealing her intimate beauty. Caramarin knelt, his tongue now exploring her salty tasting fleshy folds. He found her button, his tongue speeding up. She gasped, her body jerking. Natalya pushed his head away.
"Now, Nicu, now," she commanded. He pushed her down onto the recliner's cushions, his hips between her legs, his penis entering her wet vagina, pounding away, becoming one for a short moment.
They lay together on the narrow recliner. He poured Zibert over her breasts and licked it off, his tongue flickering on her nipples, tweaking them up.
"Not now, Nicu. Another time."
He sighed. "I understand, Natalya. As long as there is a next time."
"There will be. Definitely."
He stood up and dived into the pool to wash off the heat and sweat from their lovemaking. Swam a few laps, then emerged, water puddling to the tiles.
Natalya had put on her bikini. She looked flushed, happy, satisfied.
"Come again, Nicu."
"I will. Soon."
He was back in Odessa before he remembered that Natalya hadn't signed the charity forms.