Massage parlor convos with both mc! Sonny and nicks old ladies please and thanks !!!

carisi-dreams:

filled nick’s a little while ago, now let’s have sonny’s 🙂

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You passed by the back sliding glass doors on your way to the kitchen, seeing Sonny sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette. You made a face since he was supposed to be quitting and continued on to the kitchen. Pouring a second glass of iced tea out to take to him you headed to the back, fumbling the door open and narrowly dropping both drinks before you regained your grip on them. Sonny glanced up and hopped to his feet to help you and you gave him a grateful look before following him back to his chair and sitting in his lap.

“Didn’t really need more than one chair out here,” you remarked and you felt him laugh and tighten his arm around you.

“We may have guests,” he pointed out and you made a face and kissed under his chin.

“I guess…” you agreed reluctantly through a smile and Sonny laughed again. You picked up the cigarette from where it was still smoldering in the ashtray, bringing it up to your lips for a drag before blowing the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.

“Want you to be around for a long time,” he murmured, echoing your words from several days ago.

“Guess you better quit for real, then,” you said casually and he hummed and patted your hip.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed before taking a sip of his iced tea. “Thank you.”

“I know how thirsty brooding makes you,” you teased him and he pinched your side causing you to squeal and squirm away from him before he rubbed it to soothe the momentary sting.

“Not brooding. Thinking about the business idea I want to bring to Nick,” he admitted. You pulled back and studied the side of his face expectantly. “Can I run it by you? Hear what you think first?” he asked and you nodded.

“‘Course.”

“Well, every since you had that girl you treated I’ve been thinking…We need to get rid of AB. I’m sick of them hanging around here and they barely tolerate me. I’ve already run them out over the heroin, but I want to take away their…other…business as well. Something reputable, though, a reliable income for you, too if something ever happens to me,” he started and you made a noise at that. “I’m not planning on going anywhere, but just in case.”

You interrupted him at that, pulling him down into a kiss. He hummed into your mouth, letting you kiss him thoroughly before he went on. When you pulled back he was a little dazed and he shook his head to clear it before resuming the conversation.

“Massage parlor. I think we should open a massage parlor. Hire all of Ryan’s girls. Hire some actual massage therapists. Have a bar. We can offer extras for the massage officially, like essential oil aromatherapy or whatever, and that CBD lotion Matty won’t quit talking about. And of course…extras not officially written as well,” he finished finally. You paused for a moment to think.

“So a…brothel?” you asked with a frown. Sonny nodded and sighed.

“I…guess. I want it to actually be mostly legit, but..figured it’s the best of both worlds,” he responded and there was an undercurrent of uncertainty in his voice.

“You going to hire male masseuses or just female?” you asked with an arch of your brow. Sonny looked contemplative and took another sip of his iced tea before answering.

“Both? Both. May as well have something for the soccer moms,” he said with a shrug. You smothered your laughter into his shoulder.

“And me!” you added in a mumble. Sonny jostled you gently and rearranged you so that he could see your face.

“You going to leave me for a masseuse, darling?” he asked and there was a twinkle in his eyes even as his jaw was set. You shrugged and pretended to think about it.

“Depends on how good he is with his hands,” you finally answered with a leer and a wink. Sonny narrowed his eyes before suddenly standing, tossing you over his shoulder and dropping a smack on your upturned butt.

“Not half as good as me, doll. I guarantee. I don’t care how much schooling he’s had. I’ve been learning your body since I was a teenager. I’m practically a doctor,” he gloated as he opened the sliding door and carried you back to the bedroom.

“Well, doctor, I think I need you to take a look at something for me…”