by Amelia Stark
I can see Rosa examining every little detail of my complexion and liking what she sees. I’m desperate to hear more about her, but I’m being distracted by Paola, who’s succeeded in getting his fingers under the leg elastic of my panties.
“Judy’s been with me for six weeks now. In fact she started at the agency today and Todd says that she did very well in one of the live cam rooms,” Sergio says proudly.
I want to roll my eyes at his untruthful words. He was giving her a false impression by saying I’m settling in well. The way he’s playing up to his cousin suggests that his power is limited compared to hers, but he does seem happy in her company.
Rosa has long, straight black hair, with a severe fringe, which frames a very attractive, but serious face, reminding me of cat walk models, who strut up and down looking miserable as hell. I can’t see any resemblance to Sergio though, apart from the fact that they both have intelligent blue eyes.
But I can tell that she has his confident and surly nature and doesn’t suffer fools lightly. Her large eyes are unusually round and with a strong nose and full lips she’s able to look both aggressive and charming at the same time.
The two cousins make an odd couple. Sergio’s a big man, with broad shoulders and a thick muscular neck and totally dwarfs Rosa. He’s 30, probably a couple of years younger than Rosa, 6’0” tall and has the body of an athlete, while Rosa is shorter and very slim.
“Papa will love her, I’m sure Sergio. Yes, let’s make the arrangements then.” I wonder what she’s talking about and find it difficult to concentrate, because of the insistent fingers probing my juicy folds.
Paola wants to delve a little deeper and spear my quim, but the tiny garment is too tight. However, when I begin to feel my labia respond and swell with his aggressive stimulation, I open my thighs even wider.
“Wh… what arrangement?” I enquire, sensing they’re organizing something involving me, without including me in their decision making.
Sergio gives me one of his condescending smiles, which I hate.
“Rosa is going to Milan on Tuesday and we want you to go with her on an assignment.”
“What sort of assignment?” I ask naively, sort of suspecting they have something nasty in store for me.
I glance at Candy, who’s looking very smug.
“It won’t be a holiday, but you’ll get the chance to see some of the sights in Milan, I’m sure,” Rosa explains, trying to gloss over what she said earlier.
The starters arrive and I’m relieved when Paola’s hand pulls out of my damp panties, so that he can eat his prawn cocktail. I eat silently for a few minutes, but can’t eat all of mine, because my appetite has disappeared. Sergio watches me carefully and I can tell from his expression that he doesn’t want me to argue with him.
“Judy, Candy will take you to Benny’s to get your hair cut tomorrow morning,” Sergio says, matter-of-factly. “And afterwards you can visit the tattoo parlour for your family crest tattoos.”
“Sergio, I don’t want a tattoo on my neck,” is all I can think of by way of protest.
I want to say that I don’t want any tattoos at all, but I haven’t got the nerve to stand up to him, especially with his cousin glaring at me.
“You should be proud to wear them,” chimes in Rosa. “All the girls have to have them, as a reminder that you’ve committed yourself to the company!”
A waitress arrives to clear the dishes away and as soon as she’s gone, the big man’s hand returns to the damp bulge between my thighs.
“They will add to your sweetness,” Paola growls in my ear. “When you’re wearing our mark, no one will dare touch you, mark my words. They all know what the sign of the dagger means!”
Fuck! What am I getting myself into? The main course arrives, which is my favourite dish, poached salmon, and once again the mafia boss has to concentrate on his meal and leave me alone.
The thought of being tattooed appalled me at first, but I begin to accept the idea when it dawns on me that it’s all part of the lifestyle of being one of Sergio’s girls. I try to eat my food, but give up after a few mouthfuls. I grab my bag and excuse myself to go to the toilet.
I find an empty stall, hang my bag on the door, drop my panties and sit down to relieve myself. A few moments later the restroom door opens and I hear heavy footsteps.
“Judy. You in there?” growls Paola.
Fuck! He’s followed me in here! My mind begins to race and I become flustered. What should I do?
“Open the fuck up!” he calls again, while banging lightly on the door.
Should I deny him entrance? I know what he’s after, but if I made a scene, what will happen to me?
“Open the fucking door, you little whore,” he hisses.
I stand and take two awkward steps forward before drawing the bolt back. I managed to push my dress down, but my panties are still round my knees, when he pushed his way in and relocks the door.
“I won’t be seeing much of you, till you get back kid, so let me feel that tight little cunt of yours one more time before we go back to the flat.” He starts to undo his fly.
“No please, not here, in the ladies. Please wait till later.” I protest, weakly.
“Quiet! You’ll be gone in two days! Do as you’re told!” he rebukes me. I reluctantly turn round, hitch my dress up again and bend forward, grabbing the seat of the loo with both hands.”
“Fuck kid, I’ve never seen such a tight little ass!” He declares, placing his huge paws on my bruised flesh.
His clumsy hands begin to knead my butt cheeks, while his thumbs gradually pull my crack apart to enable him to see my orifices. I dip my back, trying to offer him my sizzling cunt, knowing his eyes are probably glued to my puckered ring.
I gasp, when his hands slip lower, so that he can dip two thick stubby digits into my dripping quim and begin to crudely prise me open unnecessarily. His earlier fumbling under the table ignited my libido, so I’m juicy and hot.
“Yes…” I moan. “In there, fuck me in there.”
“Shut the fuck up, whore,” he growls. “Someone will hear you.”
He removes his hands, fishes his tackle out and without hesitating plunges his cock straight into my greedy quim. I gasp at the ferocity of the assault and the lack of finesse involved in his attack.
He has a good grip of my narrow waist and when his heavy, wide body slams into me, I have to hang on for dear life, to stop myself head-butting the toilet cistern. I try with all my might to grip his pounding muscle and make my vagina as tight as I can, which sparks my orgasm much earlier than I expected.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I moan, shuddering and vibrating, while a kaleidoscope of sensations reverberate through my body.
“Urrrrrr!” Paola’s groans when he ejaculates, deep into the recesses of my womb.
Neither of us hear the outside door open again, because Paola is making all sorts of animal noises. It isn’t until he opens the stall door to leave, that someone speaks up.
“You disgusting animal!” the voice says to Paola, as he crosses the rest room and hurries out of the exit.
I’m pulling my panties into place when the woman looks round the door of the stall. A lady in her forties with short dark hair and horn-rimmed glasses peers in at me.
“Are you alright dear?” she inquires and then clocks the pink dress bunched up around my waist, my damp panties, holdups, stilettoes and a red, embarrassed face.
“Oh!” she gasps. “You disgusting little whore!” Her face is white with rage. “You should be ashamed of yourself, selling your body to men like that,” she admonishes me.
I smooth my dress back to its proper place and push my way past her, to stand in front of one of the wash basins, so that I can examine my face. Luckily, I haven’t applied any make-up, so there’s none to smear.
My face is red though, not just through embarrassment, but also because a part of my brain has actually become excited at being shafted in such a brazen manner!
I
can feel the arousal in my hot pussy and in my hard nubs, which are straining against the smooth pink material of my dress. I decide to take my time and wallow in the other woman’s disgust.
I glare back at the woman’s reflection, as she continues to stare in my direction. A small part of me begins to enjoy the thrill of clandestine sex and relish acting like a whore. The woman disappears into one of the stalls, so I calmly leave the room and return to the booth.
The two men are talking to Rosa, while Candy sits quietly eating a bowl of strawberries. I sit down opposite her and look up to see what she’s thinking.
“Haven’t you had enough cock up your ass for one day?” she whispers, with a look of distain on her face.
It obviously looks as though I invited him down to the toilets to fuck me, but strangely, I can’t be bothered to tell her otherwise. I’m happy to let Candy think such a thing, because it’s pointless to argue with her. If anybody had told me a month ago that I’d be letting a fat, middle-aged guy, fuck me in a stall of a public toilet, I’d have laughed my head off at such an outrageous suggestion.
But, the truth of the matter is that a tiny part of me has sunk to that level and I’m slowly becoming desensitized to such disgusting behaviour!
My strawberries are waiting to be eaten, so I ignore Candy’s catty comment and tuck into the delicious fruit, finding that my appetite has suddenly returned.
PART TWO – Enslaved.
Chapter 17
I pop a strawberry in my mouth and glance at Sergio. He’s hardly looked at me since telling me about the trip to Italy, mainly because he’s so interested in what his dark haired cousin, Rosa, has to say. They’ve been nattering away in Italian during most of the meal, some of which I can understand, especially when they talk slowly.
Paola, who’s sitting on my left, joins their conversation, but it’s Rosa who appears to be in charge of the discussion. I’m grateful to her though, for she’s drawn the Mafioso boss’s attention away from my body. Paola finally tires of stroking my damp panties, allowing me to straighten up and finally close my legs together.
I shuffle away from him and look up at Candy, who’s sitting across the table from me and just finished eating her strawberries.
“Need the Loo, Candy?” I ask, moving right to the edge of the seat.
“Sure,” she says and then touches Sergio’s arm and adds “We’ll be back in a minute Sergio.”
The three Italians look at us for a brief moment and then return to their business chat. I grab my bag and follow Candy down to the toilets, where I go straight to a stall.
“Candy have you got a spare pair of panties?” I ask through the dividing panel.
I hear her rummaging through her bag and then a hand appears in the 6” gap under the panel, holding a tiny piece of fuchsia pink cotton.
“The big guy has really got a thing for your ass Judy. Never seen him chase one of us, like he has with you.” She observes. “For fuck’s sake Judy try and keep this pair clean, I haven’t got any more!” she moans.
“I’m not happy, Candy,” I say, while slipping out of the soiled pair. “The man is a violent animal. He doesn’t know his own strength.”
“Huh! Paola’s a pussycat compared to some of the johns out there. Think yourself lucky that Sergio’s looking after you and not some vicious pimp, who’d have you working the gutter, 18 hours a day.”
I don’t feel lucky at all. In fact, I feet decidedly unlucky! And now they’re talking about me going on an assignment to Italy! The only mitigating factor is that I won’t be working in the live studio, while I’m away!
“Sure,” I reply with oodles of sarcasm. “Sergio’s a regular Saint!
I use some tissue to clean the remnants of Paola’s jiz that’s seeped from my pussy and slip the clean thong on. I join Candy at the basins to examine myself in the mirror and immediately get a shock when a stranger stares back at me!
I forget I’m wearing a dark brown wig over my long red hair. The image surprises me, but I actually like the look of the wig which suits my cheeky heart shaped face. I want to put some makeup on, but Candy told me earlier to leave it off, while we’re out with the men.
Todd and Sergio want to create a boy image for me, as there’s a demand for ‘pretty boys’ on the live cam, internet sex shows. I’ve never worn a lot of makeup, because I’m blessed with blemish free fair skin and a smattering of freckles on my high cheekbones. My emerald green eyes look tired, which isn’t surprising considering the amount of sex I’ve had during the day. Candy sidles up to me and places her bag on the ledge, in front of the mirror, before pulling out a small plastic bag.
“You need this more than I do kid,” she says, opening the sachet.
I watch her stick her finger in the tiny container and then clean her teeth with the powder, otherwise known as ‘snow’ or ‘blow’.
“I fucking hope Paola’s as tired as I feel,” I say.
“If you take my advice Judy, just go with the flow. Once you get back from your assignment in Italy, Sergio might have a different opportunity for you.”
Her advice is unwelcome, but the offer of the drug is too good to resist. I need something to deaden my senses against Paola’s constant sexual harassment. I suck my finger, then dip it, before using the bitter powder to clean round my teeth and gums.
Candy is wearing a smart strappy red dress, while mine is one of Sergio’s internet selections, pink and gaudy! It has a thicker band at the top, which is designed to pull my ‘A’ cups together. It’s strapless and after I give it a tug, up and down, it finishes at mid-thigh. I pull the top of the dress down to just above my areolas and lick the last grains of powder off my lips.
“Do you think I look like a boy?” I ask Candy.
“Fuck no kid! But you’ve got to get used to these fuckers and their imaginations. It’s when they strap you into kinky outfits that you want to worry. Sergio’s not into rubber, some of his clients are though!”
Looking at the pair of us in the mirror, I’m the one that looks like the hooker and Candy the respectable girlfriend. I guess she’s 4” taller than me, but because she’s thinner, we’re probably around the same weight. I haven’t got over seeing Candy wearing my dress and walking on the arm of the man I thought was my boyfriend.
Candy is 22, the same age as me, but looks more mature, because of my short boyish wig. She has long blonde hair and grey-blue eyes that look cold and thoughtless. She has a small round face that has a slightly emaciated, eastern European look about it. Her eyes are small and her nose too thin, but her lips are full and luscious, making me wonder if she’d had them enhanced.
Personally, I can’t see what Sergio sees in the girl, because she hasn’t any redeeming features at all!
“We’d better be getting back, before Sergio comes looking for us,” Candy says, packing her stuff away. I grab my bag and follow her out of the rest room.
Rosa and the men are ready to leave when we arrive at the table, so after they join us in the aisle, we file out of the restaurant and head for the car. Paola puts his arm out, so I fall in beside him and let him grip my ass while we walk the short distance through town.
“My brother, Bruno, is going to like you Red,” he says, in his deep growling voice, before chuckling to himself.
“What’s he like, Paola?” I ask, secretly hoping the two men are nothing like each other.
“He’s a great man, Red. He’ll teach you a thing or two…!” he says mysteriously.
I listen to Paola talking to his nephew and niece and pick up the fact that Paola is the youngest of three brothers who run the company. Salvatore, Sergio’s father is the middle brother, while the older brother, Bruno is the top man. His children, Rosa, Thomas and Giorgio, are the natural heirs, so Sergio and the other two uncles have to kowtow to them.
The family villa where Rosa is taking me, is near Mirano and belongs to the family, although only Bruno and his children live there at the present time.
I listen to their
conversation, on the journey to his flat and glean a few titbits. I assumed that Paola was the top man in the company, mainly because Sergio hadn’t bothered to tell me otherwise. So, I’m surprised to hear Rosa dominate the two men and see them hang on her every word.
I get the impression that she’s having the final say on several important matters that have surfaced recently. The reason she’s going back to Italy, is to run the proposals past Bruno, her father. They always utter his name with respect in their voices, which makes me wonder if he’s someone like Marlon Brando in the ‘Godfather’.
I chide myself though, realizing that I’ve probably watched too many gangster movies!
Chapter 18
When we arrive back at the flat, at 10.00 pm, Sergio immediately tells me to change into the maids outfit. I’m still smarting from a thrashing from Candy, while wearing the dress, so as I trudge down to the bedroom, I can’t help imagining that I’m about to receive another dose of the same.
The maids outfit is one of Sergio’s fetishes. He loves to see me parading about in the black satin outfit, giving him flashes of my tush, while gliding around the room. Then it became a punishment outfit, where he put me over the back of a chair, before getting Candy to thrash my stretched butt cheeks. After I provided them with an obscene display, Sergio violently shafted me in front of the others.
I slip out of the pink dress and wig and take a look at myself in one of the long robe mirrors. I’m a petite size 6 and although I’m slim, I’ve never been to a fitness centre or gym in my life. However, I do keep myself fit by taking long walks around Brighton, so although I have little upper body strength, my legs are both shapely and strong.
Candy, who seems to be in a lighter mood, nonchalantly walks into the bedroom, just after I emerge from the shower. I lay the maids outfit on the bed and let Candy help me to put the dress on. She holds it open, while I step into the black satin skirts and their attached petticoats.
“Don’t get on the wrong side of Rosa, Judy,” warns Candy.