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  “We’re picking up the brothers first, babe. I don’t mind if you flirt with them, because a little distraction will help me close the deal.”

  “Flirt with them?” I gasp, outraged at such a suggestion.

  My expression must convey the anger I feel, for his face darkens.

  “Look Judy, these men want to pick over my operation in fine detail and I need you to at least give them something else to think about. I’m going to be with you all the time, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” He says, trying to reassure me.

  I begin to get a bad feeling about the evening, because I’m not the type of person who flirts with men. I’ve seen my friends do it on many occasions, but I’m the one who usually sits quietly in the corner and misses out on the fun.

  I want to help Sergio, but I’m not sure exactly what he wants me to do. I decide to wait and see what the men are like, before making up my mind if I will, or won’t, play his little game.

  Chapter 4

  I once again feel like an expensive prostitute, while reluctantly following Sergio down to his car. I know that my figure looks amazing in the tiny dress, but it’s hardly the outfit I want to be seen wearing in public.

  The sensation though, created by the thin material on my body, has quite an arousing effect on me, especially as I’m only wearing a thong and hold-ups beneath the dress. Feeling naked in public makes me feel light headed, but somehow I manage to strut along on my stilettoes, while clutching my bag.

  Walking across the underground car park is fine, but what was it going to feel like, out there on the streets of Brighton? Something between a chill and a thrill creeps up my backbone at the prospect of parading my petite body in public!

  I think back over the period I’ve been with him and realize that he’s been grooming me for this day, so he can show me off like a trophy to his business associates. I’m as much to blame, because I’ve gone along with all his demands.

  We collect his friends from a smart hotel on the sea front and they sit chatting away in Italian in the back of the Sergio’s flashy BMW. Every now and then, one of the brothers moves forward and leans over my shoulder to speak to Sergio. Both men are wearing heavy cologne and made several salacious references about me in their conversation.

  I know a smattering of Italian, so when one of them leans forward and said “Posso avere rapporti sessuali con questo bel prostituta…” I guess that he’s asking Sergio to find him a beautiful prostitute. Luckily Sergio admonishes him and changes the subject. I’m relieved that we aren’t going to have to find his friends some company for the night.

  At least we were able to drive and park near the steak house, so I only have to walk a few hundred yards, before I’m in the relative sanctuary of the diner. Still, that 5 minute walk was the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever done. The sensation of the slippery fabric on my otherwise naked flesh sent goose bumps spreading around my body and the stares from the few men on the street, accentuated my discomfort.

  When we enter the restaurant, Sergio choses a curved semi-circular booth for us to dine in, and he arranges the seating so that I’m sitting at the head of the horseshoe. He sits down to my right, while his two associates sit to my left. The stranger sitting beside me, shuffles a little too close to me for my liking, but I have little choice but to put up with it.

  Both men are wearing smart, light grey suits, but remove their jackets before taking their seats. I can tell that their plain silk shirts are extremely fine quality, as are their suits and handmade shoes. Both men are tall and slim, about Sergio’s age, but look to be the brains of the business, while Sergio is the muscle.

  The evening starts well, as the two young Italian brothers try to speak a little English while we eat our starters. I’m comfortable to begin with, but freeze when Thomas, the guy sitting beside me, places his hand on my thigh. I kick Sergio under the table, but he only glares at me.

  “Judy, remember what I said earlier.” He admonishes me in a sharp whisper.

  I quickly realize that Sergio is approving of the young Italian’s behaviour. I know that many Italian men have wandering hands, but until tonight I’d never come across one.

  The taller and older brother, who’s sitting next to me, is wearing a light blue shirt, and when I glance down at his wandering hand, I notice a golden dagger motive on his cufflink.

  “That’s nice,” I say, examining what is clearly an expensive trinket.

  “Ah, yes. How you say, Stemma di famiglia…” he glances at Sergio.

  “Yes Judy,” Sergio says looking in my direction. “It’s the family crest.”

  Sergio can’t see Thomas’s hand on my thigh, because of the curve of the table, but I know he’s aware of what’s happening. Unfortunately my damn dress has ridden up, making me vulnerable to the young Italian’s wandering hand.

  When the main course arrives, the groper removes his hand to eat his food and leaves me alone for a while. However, as soon as he finishes his steak, the hand is back, gently caressing my thigh. While this is happening, I try to listen to the Italian conversation across the table. I suss out that Sergio is managing to achieve some sort of agreement with the men.

  They chat quietly in Italian, while I try to finish my dinner. I can tell from their lewd glances, that they are, some of the time, discussing me. The word ‘erotico’ keeps cropping up, when they look in my direction, which I know translated as ‘sexy’. Unfortunately though, I can’t understand enough of their language to keep up with their conversation.

  Every now and then the Italian guy beside me, removes his hand from my thigh to eat some food and then a few seconds later replaces it a little higher. Eventually, his fingers push the hem of my dress up, and nudge up against the ‘V’ of my tulle thong. I clamp my thighs together, but the insistent fingers begin to rub the tiny triangle of material, which sends shockwaves through my tummy.

  “I need the loo,” I say suddenly, standing and pulling at my stupid dress.

  I can feel my face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, as I stand there waiting for Sergio to let me out. Suddenly I feel a hand on the back of my leg, slide up and slip between my thighs that are apart, because of my stance. The Italian’s move is so deft that he manages to stroke the bulge of my labia, which is only just protected by the minimalistic thong. I have my clutch bag in my hand and try to squirm away and nearly whack Thomas in the face.

  Sergio slides along the seat to the end, enabling me to break free from his fingers that linger on the slither of material hiding my modesty. As soon as I’ve passed him, Sergio follows close behind, all the way to the loo. He catches me in the lobby, grabs my arm and spins me round to face him.

  “Judy, you’re doing alright, you won’t have to put up with much more. They think you are way out of their league, and just want to imagine what it’d be like to fuck someone as gorgeous as you.”

  I’m outraged and want to hit him.

  “Fuck someone like me!” I splutter. “Sergio, the guy next to me was feeling me through my panties! He wants to do more than just imagine!”

  “Don’t worry Judy, I won’t let Thomas go that far,” he says anxiously. “He’s one of the organisation’s lieutenants. One day he could well be the top guy. I have to show him that I can run my patch and that you’re compliant to my wishes.”

  “This wasn’t what I expected, Sergio,” I complain. “He’s going too far and the damn thong is no protection at all!”

  “He only wants to touch, Judy,” he says getting a little exasperated. “You know what we Italians are like. He’ll be going home soon, so don’t fuck things up now with some bad behaviour!” he warns me.

  I pull my arm away and rush into the toilets, where I sit on the loo to simmer for ten minutes and think about Sergio’s motives for bringing me to the restaurant.

  He’s obviously using me to please and distract the men, so he can smooth things over with regards to some difficulties in England. I’m uncomfortable being used as eye candy
and because of his possessive personality, I’m surprised that he lets them touch me.

  I’m aware that I’ve had too much to drink and although I’m angry at him, some small part of me actually enjoys being in the company of the three handsome Italians. Sergio clearly knows what the men are like and knows that if they get half a chance they’ll grope me, so it’s clearly all part of his plan.

  Is this the way they treat their women in Italy, I wonder? And am I making a mountain out of a molehill? I begin to wonder what he would do, if I actually allow the guy a bit of freedom between my thighs. I want to see, just how far my boyfriend will allow another man to touch ‘his’ girl!

  I finally decide to return to the table, where I find the guys still talking business. I take my seat next to the young Italian again and for a while, he leaves me alone, while their conversation becomes serious again. The drinks keep coming and I deliberately allow myself to go beyond tipsy to anesthetize myself against any further randy behaviour.

  It isn’t long before the guy’s hand starts to stroke my thigh again, and because I’m relaxing in the seat, it’s easier for him to get his fingers between my thighs. He soon moves up under my dress and begins to caress me on the thin strip of tulle, which is straining to contain my bulging cunt.

  The tall Italian’s fingers concentrate on the spot around my clit, making me inwardly squirm with a mixture of discomfort and arousal. The problem is, that the thong is tiny and when he moves up a few inches, he’s easily able to hook his fingers in the elastic. I sit perfectly still, while he pulls it far enough down to get a finger into my sticky furrow and attack my nub without the barrier.

  I grip my drink and my eyes begin to glaze over, while his skilful ministration begin to bear fruit and activate the onset of an orgasm. Sergio isn’t paying any attention to me or the hand in my panties, so I open my thighs a little wider, allowing him to flatten his palm on my belly and slide his hand down the tiny garment.

  Now my quim is accessible and he doesn’t waste any time in searching out my gushing portal and bending two fingers, so he can slip them into my hot, wet tunnel. I begin trembling and making tiny gasps, which gives the game away, causing Sergio to turn and stare at me.

  My hands instantly go to Thomas’s wrist to try and make it look as though I’m protesting, by pulling his hand away. I quickly pull my dress down over the top of my stockings and act as naturally as I can, even though mild sensations are still washing over my body.

  “Judy, it’s time to go. Get your jacket and we’ll be on our way,” he growls.

  The three men slip out of the booth and Sergio walks off to pay the bill, leaving me to squeeze out and join the two Italians. I blush when Thomas puts the two fingers that have been inside me, up to his mouth. He slowly sucks them and gives me a look and a gesture that suggests he’d like to sample more of my body, sometime soon!

  Chapter 5

  Sergio leads the way out of the restaurant, while chatting with Giorgio, the younger brother, who does most of the talking for the pair. I get the impression that he’s the accountant or some financial wizard, while Thomas sits back and listens, while fondling me!

  I have to suffer the taller brother’s hand fondling my butt, while we walk the short distance to the car. I put up with it, because I’m hoping that I’ll soon be sitting in the safety of the front seat beside Sergio. But Sergio dashes my hopes by letting Giorgio into the passenger seat, before opening the back door for me.

  “Reward Thomas,” Sergio hissed in my ear, as I slide inelegantly into the back seat.

  What the fuck does he mean by that comment? I wonder, as I settle onto the slippery leather ahead of Thomas, who slides in besides me. No sooner has the door slammed and the engine started, Thomas is all over me.

  “Woa, stallion!” I complain softly, when he roughly grabs my right breast.

  But the older brother ignores my protestations and pulls me to him, before kissing me full on the mouth, while continuing to feel my breasts. I’m aware that the journey back to their hotel will only take ten minutes, so I figure I’ll respond and let him kiss me, thus avoid anything more advanced.

  But Thomas has other ideas and while our tongues fight for dominance, his hand drops away from my tits down to his trousers, where he starts to fumble with his belt. I immediately realize what Sergio meant by the word reward. The Italian’s right hand travels up my back and grips my neck and when our mouths pull apart, I have to gasp for air.

  “Prendere in bocca!” the dark Italian orders, aggressively.

  My head is on the way down, when I finally find my voice.

  “No Thomas, please wait…!” but his powerful arm thrusts my shoulders down, so that my mouth hovers over his impressive erection.

  “Prendere in bocca!” he repeats, louder this time, so that his words reverberate around the interior of the car.

  He’s telling me to wrap my mouth round his cock and I have little choice but to comply with his demand.

  “Urrrrrrr,” were the last sounds from my throat, after I open my mouth and lower it onto the purple plum of his rock hard erection.

  My ears and face begin to burn, when I feel his cock nudge my soft palette at the back of my mouth. The guy is clearly in a hurry to impale me on his thick stem and I know from my limited experience with Sergio, that I’d be a fool to fight him.

  I need to get a better angle in the cramped rear seat, so I climb up onto my knees and after taking a deep breath go further down on him, until my nose and chin will go no further. Sergio has taught me well, but little did I realize at the time that I’d be using the dubious skill to deep throat one of his business associates!

  I manage to get a good grip at the base of his cock and begin bobbing my head, making sure my lunges are long and powerful. I know I’m going to suffer later with a sore throat, so I try to bring the guy to climax quickly to get it over and done with!

  However, I have to contend with the distraction of his hand on my bobbing ass, now that my knees are tucked under my body. I squirm, but I’m unable to stop him from sliding two fingers under the thong and into my creamy orifice, which is still resonating from his earlier attentions. The man is an absolute expert at finger frigging and within seconds is attacking my hot spot, which accelerates the onrush of my orgasm.

  Moments later he jerks his seed down my throat and holds me down by my hair until I’ve cleaned the length of his cock with my tongue. Once he’s satisfied, he removes his saturated fingers and lets me rise, whereupon I gasp a lungful of air and sit back in the corner against the door.

  I wipe some globs of jiz away from my lips with the back of my hand and watch his hungry eyes follow my legs as they unfold, so I can swivel round and put my feet on the floor. My dress is still bunched up around my tummy so he has a good view of my minimalistic panties in the flashing light provided by the passing street lights. I cower back as he leans forward, because I think he’s going to kiss me again.

  “Vi sono una splendida prostituta” he whispers in my ear, while sliding his hand up my thigh to begin rubbing my panties once again.

  “No! Please…!” I struggle to push him off, offended by his supposition that I’m a prostitute.

  “Judy! Behave yourself, we’re nearly there!” exclaims Sergio.

  I stare at the back of Sergio’s head and notice his eyes glaring at me in the rear view mirror. I take my hand away, enabling Thomas to once again plunge his groping fingers between my thighs. However, he doesn’t have time to go any further this time, because the car pulls to a stop outside the hotel and the interior of the car is lit up from the dazzling lights of the reception area.

  Thomas sits back and puts his cock away, before opening his door and sliding out. He leans in and holds out his hand, so I have no option, but to grasp it and slide out his side of the car. I stand up, feeling tiny, for he towers over me by nearly a foot. I’m shocked when he places a hand on my right breast and pushes me against the closed door.

  I try to look around f
or help, but Sergio is chatting with the younger brother on the other side of the car, in front of the main entrance to the hotel. Thomas bends down as though he’s going to kiss me again, while I lean back until my head is resting on the roof of the car.

  “I see you next time I fly, Judy,” he says in broken English, while sliding his hand down my belly to the bulge of my vulva. “Remember you work for me now and this,” he prods the dimple of my labia. “Is mine!”

  I have nowhere to go, as he closes in to kiss me, which develops into a violent attack with his lips and tongue. I’m left gasping for air, when he eventually pulls away and lifts his head. Then without a word, he removes his hand from my vulva and walks away to join Sergio and his brother.

  My head is spinning from the awful, almost violent way I’ve been treated. The amount of alcohol I’ve consumed at the restaurant and the assaults on my body have left my head spinning. I turn round and watch the three men laughing and joking with each other and wonder what Sergio is mixed up in. Sergio looks across at me and points to the car.

  “Get in Judy, we’re going now!”

  I open the passenger door, slip into the leather seat and quickly fasten my seat belt, lest something else happens to me. Moments later Sergio slides in and we are on our way back to his flat.

  Sergio seems angry about something and remains tight lipped until we arrive back at the flat, where he leads me straight through into the bedroom. I throw my coat on the bed angrily and I’m just about to disappear into the bathroom, when he grabs my arm and drags me to the bed.

  “What’s the matter,” I protest, trying to pull from his grasp.

  He sits down on the edge of the divan and unceremoniously drags me across his lap.

  “I’m disappointed with you Judy.” He says furiously, while positioning me, so that my butt is in the air.

  His powerful arms move my body with ease and despite struggling with all my might, he clamps me in position with just his left arm.