Investing Undressed: The Story of Valentino Black

By Valentino Black Productions

The story of Valentino takes place internationally, as one lucrative and unintentional connection after another takes a young man on a whirlwind ride to riches, sex, and excitement that he never could have imagined.

Valentino Black begins his story as a young man just starting out in the world, but an unforeseen interaction with a gorgeous woman in an airplane bathroom leads his life on a path that he could only have dreamed of. Soon he finds himself a guest at a highly formal gala, and then a regular at five star restaurants, country clubs, and private estates. Through his dedication and intelligence, a one-time airline steward comes to enjoy the finest things in life, including the companionship of amazingly beautiful and influential women.

If you enjoy reading of the high life, of the struggles one must endure to make the climb, and of sexual banter, then you will love the story of Valentino Black.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452089232

Valentino Black Productions

Darcie Duranceau is a professional freelance writer who works in a variety of formats, but has always been most drawn to based-on truth tales. She greets the world with a creative spirit and an ever-growing curiosity for what is beyond her own front door. Writing is something that has always fascinated her and has weaved its way in and out of her life as she grew and matured into the woman she is today. Three children, three degrees, five bought and sold houses, and two states later, Darcie is inviting the world to witness her soul every day. Her works come in many forms, but all serve to engage, to inspire, and to unite all that read them. With a B.A. in mathematics and an M.B.A. in finance, combined with three years experience working as a real estate agent, this exciting tale was right up her alley. She dedicates it to her children Cayne, Elliza, and Jack, her husband, her family, and, of course, the enigmatic and charismatic “Valentino Black.” For more information, you can visit her at www.freelance4D.com.

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Chapter 1

The Climb

The plane jumped a bit from the turbulence and Valentino fought the urge to scream. It didn’t matter how long he did this job, he was certain that he would never get used to that sensation, like hitting a pothole on the road, only they were thousands of miles from the nearest pavement. He shook the nerves and loaded the rest of the gear on the tray before starting down the narrow aisle.

At least the passengers today seemed to be in a good mood. It always seemed to him that one bad mood on a plane could bring the whole population of the flight down-including he and his co-workers. Today, however, he walked and talked with a pep in his step. After this flight he had four days off and he intended to spend every one of them in Chelsea. The small London suburb was the perfect get away. He had recently started to make the move and would soon be a permanent resident of America, but he still held a love for Europe that would never leave him completely. The thought of meeting up with a few friends in the hubbub that was Piccadilly Circus, and then later enjoying fish and chips and a pint of Carlsberg while watching the tourists at Henry J. Beans was enough to make him giddy. Ah, he sighed with contentment as he strode to the next group of passengers.

Would you like anything to drink He said. Or anything at all, he thought as he approached a gorgeous woman dressed as if ready to walk off the plane onto the runway. She smiled at his obvious interest. He may not have had much luck in his professional life, but the one thing that Valentino did well was attract women.

Yes, please. Her answer was said so provocatively that he wondered which question she was really answering. With a mental flip of a switch, he turned on his charm. Handing her the glass of Chardonnay as requested, he made sure that their hands brushed in a way that appeared accidental. A light blush warmed her tanned cheeks.

Thank you. This is just the thing I needed. I hate to fly. I don’t know how you manage to do it over and over and over again. The sexual undertones of her statement were anything but discreet. He smiled widely.

If there is anything I can do to calm your nerves, just let me know. He winked as he walked past to the next row of passengers and he felt her eyes on his lower half as he went. Just as with the turbulence, no matter how many women he had swooning over him, he never quite adjusted to the fact that they found him appealing. Perhaps it was simply that he was not afraid of his own sexuality. He showed no hesitation to look the woman direct in the eyes as he approached her once again on his way to the back of the plane. He was even more aroused seeing her more clearly, as he approached from the front. The gold halter top clung to her large breasts and complimented the bronze skin and deep brown hair that fell over her shoulders. She looked back at him with emerald green eyes, which smoldered in a way that suggested that she felt the same attraction to him. Nothing was said, but he somehow felt that he had just taken part in a silent agreement.

Thank God this is a short flight The stewardess just inside the kitchen leaned against the one area of bare wall.

Yea, I know, long day. He said what she wanted to hear, though at the moment, he secretly wished the flight was a bit longer and that he would have another excuse to have the exotic woman’s attention once more. Instead, he would spend the remainder of the flight with his co-worker. She unlike the female passenger, looked a mess. She pushed her small, nail-bitten hand through the nest of tangled blond hair, which she had just unloosed from a make-shift ponytail.

I have to work another, first thing tomorrow morning- five AM. She said the words as if they tasted bitter against her tongue.

That sucks. Those early flights are tough. He had to work to maintain interest in the woman before him. After refastening her hair, she tugged the uniform shirt free from the knee length navy blue skirt. He knew that she had an interest in him, but frankly, the thought disgusted him, as did the attempts she made at flirting.

You’re right. They suck even more when you aren’t there to keep me company. She winked at him with eyelashes matted with too-heavy mascara and he fought the urge to run away. Instead, he forced a half smile and said nothing. Though, this was intended to discourage further statements of the sort, she took it as an invitation. Having just finished the grooming of herself, she reached to fix his collar. He jerked back a bit.

Your shirt is messed. She smiled and he saw lipstick on her teeth. Reluctantly, he allowed her to fix the collar. She moved a little too close and he whiffed her cheap perfume. The smell and her touch resulted in a reaction in him just the opposite of what she intended.

I, um… I have to use the bathroom. What other excuse was there on an airplane? He quickly maneuvered out of the small kitchen area to the restroom. The occupied sign was lit. Shit. He cursed under his breath and snuck a peek over his shoulder to ensure that the petite woman wasn’t following him. Safe for the moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just one more hour, he told himself.

One more hour until…? The voice was sweet and sultry; one that he had heard before. He lifted his head and was looking at the beautiful brunette right in her emerald eyes. He smiled coyly. Looking around, she pulled at the very collar that his co-worker had just fixed, and brought him into the tiny bathroom with her. The occupied light lit once again.

I could get in serious trouble for this. He said, admonishingly. Her face lit up with a mix of sexuality and playfulness. The room was beyond tiny, but Valentino knew his way around it quite well. In a flash, he had the woman balanced on the small sink base and was making short work of untying her halter, while she slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a dusting of black chest hair. She ran her fingers through it and then up to the base of his neck, pulling him in for a long, drawn out kiss. Her forwardness caught him a bit off guard and he lost his balance momentarily, having to take a small step backward to regain it. In the process, she slipped from the sink to land on her feet on the floor. She laughed seductively and took him once more, lengthening the kiss and then dropping her lips to his neck. He lifted her once more to the counter, pulled the layers of her skirt back and reminded her why they were there.

After a few moments, she lowered herself to her feet again. Her face was flush, as was his, as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. That was the best mile high fuck I’ve ever had, before taking a small step and leaving. She looked back at him with a devilish smile once more before closing the door failing to see the small blond who tucked herself back in the kitchen before the Amazon woman strode confidently past.

Feeling good once again, Valentino washed his hands and face and made his way back to the kitchen.

What took you so long? His co-workers tone was still flirty, but there seemed to be an undertone of something else. Without hesitating, he replied smoothly, Bathroom was occupied, so I had to wait a few moments. She gave him a questioning look, wondering suddenly, if he had been standing out of her line of vision. Perhaps she had imagined the whole thing.

Somehow sensing that she could be dangerous, he ran two fingers down her arm as he walked past her to answer the buzz of a passenger. I must have been wrong, she thought to herself, smiling broadly at the interaction.

Two rows behind the woman he had just held with such passion, sat two large American men. Neither had wanted anything to drink and neither had said a word to anyone the entire time they had spent on the plane. Yet, now they buzzed. Feeling a bit curious, Valentino took the call and went to stand beside them.

Can I help you, gentlemen? He asked in his most professional tone. The man nearest him looked him up and down, then glanced at the other man before returning his eyes to Valentino’s.

Catrina tells me that you are an intelligent man. Fear flooded Valentino’s brain as the man gestured to the woman two rows in front of him. He was not a small man, but next to these passengers, he might as well have been an ant. He shot the man a confused glance and nodded slightly. The man held out a small piece of paper. Valentino took the paper, still confused. I trust Catrina’s judgment. This is the information for a Gala to be held in London this weekend. You will be there. Valentino looked down at the paper. Sure enough it was an invitation to a fundraiser. Valentino nodded at the man. Good, I look forward to speaking with you further.

Chapter 2

Amusing Interests

Alycia stood back against a tree in the courtyard, hand in one pocket and cigarette playfully rolling back and forth between her thick, supple lips. She watched the man walk. He was not dressed in a manner that would suggest wealth. She knew clothing, and his slacks were certainly none that anyone in her family would dare don in public. Nevertheless, this man walked with a stride that even the richest, most successful, most confident men could not pull off. His dark hair, though slicked with some variety of gel or mousse, resisted the formal structure of such a hairdo and instead fought free in tiny airy ringlets at the base of his neck and just behind his ears.

He had yet to look at her and this only served to amplify her interest. No man could resist her thin waist and ample breasts, especially in the tight, stretch material she had chosen for the day. Her shirt was cut just low enough to reveal a tantalizing amount of cleavage, but still allowed a bit of free interpretation on the part of the viewer. Her freshly manicured hand pulled free from the pocket of her designer shorts to run through the loose auburn curls that fell just below her shoulders. Though it had taken her quite a long period of time that morning to prepare herself for this outing, her confidence mixed with the nearly uncontrollable curls atop her head provided her the look of natural beauty. As a result there were few men who had resisted the urge to talk, flirt, or fondle her, given the opportunity. This man had not even glanced her way as he strode past.

For a reason that she did not quite understand, she ached for him to remove the dark sunglasses from his face, so she could see the whole picture that was his face. He did not oblige and before long, he was completely out of her line of vision. Irritated that the interaction had been essentially non-existent, she did a quick turn on her heel and yelled for her companion. Trish! Let’s get out of here. The crowd isn’t worth our time today. The words were hard as they left her mouth and were followed by a grimace that told her friend all she needed to know.

Alycia often thought that her friend could be pretty if she put in the right amount of effort, but Trish was stubborn and insisted on leaving the house in clothing that Alycia considered to be trash. Trish’s ultra thin frame nearly disappeared under the oversized jeans and v-neck the girl had adorned herself with that morning. The sleek, straight blond hair that topped her was tied back in a tight ponytail to reveal diamond studs so small that they hardly constituted diamonds at all. Together, the pair looked a bit out of place. But then, despite her obvious obsession with all things material, Alycia could make friends with anyone, regardless of their financial status, or in the case of Trish, in spite of a poor taste in attire.

The girls walked the short trail back to the BMW M1 waiting just outside the gate for them. They giggled fiercely as a group of construction workers on lunch break regarded them with whistles of appreciation. Alycia fingered the gold pendant around her neck ensuring the men took in the sight of her flirting with her own breasts. Then, as if they had disappeared, she turned her head back to Trish, walked through the gate, took the wheel, and sped away. Men like them had no chance of holding her interest.

"I’ll be damned if those weren’t some seriously good looking men!" Trish exclaimed, as she buckled her seat belt, well after her friend had weaved her way onto the highway.

"Yea…" Alycia’s half-hearted reply received a dramatic eye-roll from her companion. Looks mattered, but only the intelligent were likely to win her true affection, Alycia thought to herself. This notion brought her mind back to the man in the park. Now he was someone that she could fall for. In an attempt to clear her mind, she turned the knob on the stereo nearly to its breaking point and her favorite song blared from the speakers. She couldn’t be bothered with such trivial thoughts. She was to make an appearance at a very important gala that evening and had to be at her best. It had taken her nearly two full days of shopping at her favorite boutiques to find something worthy of the event and even now she questioned if the piece was perfect enough. I’m just preoccupied with the Gala, she said to appease her friend. The girl smiled back at her.

Socializing was her game and her parents knew it. Though she was still young by most standards, her parents provided her a great deal of responsibility in representing the family name and the business they were known for. Perhaps some her age would have felt burdened by such tasks, but she was not one to partake in the foolish behaviors