My Italy Trip - Day 3 - March 5 - Milan

Today is the final day in Milan. It’s been an exhausting few days already. Not the social stuff but the biz. If you’ve every sat through a meeting that’s boring or you don’t really know what’s going on, then try sitting from nine in the morning til seven or later at night with one meeting after the other. It is so tiring.

 

As soon as I’d left Ursula’s door and got into the taxi, I switched on my mobile. There were six voicemails. Four were from Rodney wondering where the fuck I was, and am I still alive. One is from Gino, the GM of our Italian division wanting to setup a meeting for lunchtime, and the last one is from Wendy in London, saying hi and asking if I needed to be picked up at the airport tomorrow. I’ve gotta tell you, Wendy loves driving. I got her a little black Mini for Christmas last year and ever since then, she’s forever asking if she can drive me places in it. It’s all kitted out with all the sports options. She’s got wide tyres and GPS, even one of those DVD players mounted in the dash, and it’s a drop-top. We ‘christened’ it the night I gave it to her and bloody hell, my back is still recovering. You can do a lot of things in a Mini but sex ain’t one of em.

 

I get Rodney sorted first coz I just know he’s going to be driving everyone mad asking if they’ve seen me. He gives me an earful for ditching him last night and I promise I won’t do it again. We both know it’s bullshit but he likes to hear it, anyway. If the board knew he lost me for a whole night, maybe even I wouldn’t be able to save his job. I assure him I’ll let him know the second I get to work.

 

Next is Gino. Now Gino is a pretty cool guy. He’s about forty-five and one of those smooth and sexy Italian business dudes, with the tailored suits and shiny shoes. When my parents died he was the first on the phone from Italy to offer his sympathies and even though he was only a middle ranking exec back then, it meant a lot, especially when the, then, GM didn’t call until the next day. When the old GM retired and I was asked which of our Italian staff should get the gig, he was the first one I thought of and he’s impressed all the way. Of course, it wasn’t just my choice and the board had to discuss candidates and approve too, but his CV made him perfect for it. Anyway, so I call Gino. He’s got some stuff he wants to talk about but not in the office. He says it’s a little personal. No, he doesn’t want to fuck me. I love him dearly but he’s like an uncle. We’re family, Gino and me, and you don’t fuck your family; not in my world anyway. I’m kinda lucky like that. I’ve got a lot of family who aren’t really family at all.

 

By the time I’ve got all the calls sorted, I’m at the office. I pay off the taxi and just as I’m flicking the speed-dial on my mobile for Rodney, he comes striding out of the building. He gives me a good-natured nudge with his elbow and tells me to be good today. Like a good daughter I agree. How long that’ll last, who knows, but for now he can breathe a bit easier.

 

Today is decision time on a bunch of projects but luckily, the board is going to take care of most of these in London. We need to eliminate the more insane bidders from yesterday’s presentations. The Ghostly Italian dude makes it through to the next round of proposals although he won’t be told until later in the afternoon. It’s always been a policy of the company to make people sweat a bit. Sux but it’s been like that for a really long time.

 

During the morning session, Ursula phones to see if I’m free for lunch. I tell her I have another arrangement and can’t make it but how about dinner? OK, she says, and I get back to the meeting. Twenty minutes later she calls again to ask who I’m having lunch with. I tell her it’s a colleague and she’s cool again. Altogether before lunch Ursula has called seven times, each one is to ask a different question. She seems pretty anxious but maybe that’s normal here. Eventually, despite all the interruptions, we get through the final selections and they’re sent to the board for their opinion. They won’t get back to us before three. We break for lunch at one o’clock and I take a taxi to the restaurant to meet Gino. Rodney follows close behind and today, to his relief no doubt, I don’t try to ditch him.

 

While I’m having lunch with Gino, Ursula calls again and again. Eventually, I switch my phone off and Gino tells me what he wanted to discuss. Luckily it’s not really a serious thing, just some confusion that’s easily set right. Here’s the weird bit though. During our coffees following a lunch of grilled halibut and salad, Ursula walks into the restaurant and up to the table where Gino and I are sitting. She makes some shitty comment about being blown off for some Italian cock, ignores Gino who is right beside her, and shakes her finger at me. I hadn’t really expected this kind of shit from her and now Ursula is totally pissing me off. I tell her that she’s right out of order and if she doesn’t piss off immediately, I’ll have the restaurant guys throw her out. Her face turns the brightest red I’ve ever seen on a person and slams out of the place.

 

Gino is shocked and I tell him a little of why she’s so shitty but after a few short comments, we agree that she was way over the top. I’ve decided to let her know that we’re finished by the time G. and I finish our coffee. She’s not answering her mobile and it’s too early for her to have gotten back home so I figured I can wait. I have to get back to the office anyway. It’s going to be a heavy afternoon.

 

Once work is done, after seven o’clock again, all I want is to have something to eat, get back to my hotel, have a long bath and head out. Ursula’s still not answering her phones, home or mobile, but fuck her. Who needs it?

 

I’m out looking for a cab just after 10pm. Luckily, taxis are drawn to my hotel like moths to a bright light. It only takes a few minutes ‘til one pulls up. You ever get a feeling that someone’s watching you but when you look, there’s nobody there? Spooky, huh? Well, I had that right then. Must be tired, I thought.

 

So I’m in the cab and trying to decide where to go. Propaganda was pretty cool and it’s starting point at least. Off I go to Propaganda feeling really free and fresh after my lovely bath.

 

First thing is a stolly, next is getting all sweaty again after spending an hour getting clean. Oh well. Anyway, I’m there right, sweating and dancing with this cute blonde guy and just feeling the whole vibe. Smooth. Then a hand on my shoulder. I get spun around and it’s Ursula. “What the fuck you play at, huh?” she shouts.

“Huh?” I say and keep moving to the sounds.

“Why you don’t wait for me?” she shouts, louder this time.

“Hey, you act like a psycho and then don’t answer your fuckin’ phone. What am I sposed to do? I shout back.

 

Well, it all gets ugly and Ursula throws a punch. Rodney’s right there and grabs her arm before she can connect and marches her to the exit. Thank fuck I didn’t ditch him tonight. I walk over to where he is and he says “What do you want me to do with her? Cops?”

“Nah” I say “Just make sure she doesn’t get back in.”

“You OK?”

“Yeah, cheers Rodders.”

 

So back at the hotel, that feeling I had. Maybe that was her. Who knows? I get back into the groove and relax again. Takes more than some psycho to kill Lisa’s good time.

 

I get a lift to another club with some local guy. He seems ok and I know Rodney’s nearby. Maybe just for tonight I’ll keep him on the trail.

 

More stollies, more dancing, sweating, dancing, stollies, and I’m feeling really mellow. Business is over for this trip and I’m back home tomorrow.

 

And then up walks this chick!

 

She is cute! She’s not just cute. She’s jaw-dropping, what the fuck was I just doing?, brain-destroyingly HOT! I mean this chick has got that Eastern European cold, sizzling at the same time, look. Blue-grey eyes that could slice you in two. She knows every eye is on her and she just does her own thing. Fuck what you think!

 

She stops in front of me. “Hey.” A flashed, subtle smile. Her left eyebrow raised. “Drink?”

Now, I don’t normally fumble over words but…”Umm…yeah..stolly..rocks..umm..cheers.” That’s as far as I get and she’s gone, off to the bar, the sea of dancers and drinkers parting in front of her. OMG!

 

You ever see a chick so gorgeous that you just about have to chew on your fist so you don’t scream?

 

The parting sea signals her return. “Vanya!” she shouts over the music.

“Lisa” I take the drink.

 

We drink and dance in silence. I’m checking her out in as subtle a way as possible. She’s examining me like a scientist examines and an insect; or rather like a spider examines a fly. Nobody makes me feel like this. I’m the hunter, no matter what the other girl or guy may think! That’s my way. Not now though. I feel like prey.

 

When she takes my hand and leads me through the crowd, past the bar, and after a quick nod to the barman, out into the rear alley behind the club, and I just follow in her wake. I’m powerless.

 

She slams me up against the grimy, dark brick wall and prepares to devour my mouth. One hand grabs hard at my crotch and I feel sparks fly and my head spins. Her tongue is in my mouth and I meet it with equal vigour. We’re both panting, rasping. My cunt is soaking her fingers that probe inside me, though my knickers. I’m almost cumming and she takes her hand away, and her mouth.

 

“Wanna come back my place?” she asks, cool as ice with a hint of mischief.

 

I just nod and we walk out of the alley, Vanya striding ahead.

 

A small red glow catches the corner of my eye and there’s Rodney, having a fag and trying not to look at me. He always gets embarrassed when he sees me getting on. He raises his eyebrows and points his eyes in Vanya’s direction in a way that means ‘you ok?’ I smile and nod. He stubs out his smoke and makes his way to his car, keeping to the shadows.

 

Vanya’s black sports car is growling in an instant and we’re off.

 

Within minutes we’re at her hotel. She throws the keys to the valet and saunters into the huge lobby. She checks for messages at the desk and heads for the lift. I’m following like a puppy all the while and she just assumes I’m with her. She doesn’t look back. There’s no need and she knows it.

 

In the lift she watches me. Looking me up and down her eyes stop when they meet mine and she smiles. This time her smile is much warmer. We just regard each other and ding! We arrive at her floor.

 

Once inside her room she is a different person. Her smile broadens, softening her eyes’ cold glare. Her coat and scarf sail across the room and land on a chair. She prepares a drink at the small bar and tells me to undress. I comply and when I am standing there naked, in the middle of her living room, she hands me a drink. Her eyes appraise me as one would a piece of art. She simply nods approval and smiles again. And then she, with the air of one who has done this many times, removes her clothes. She walks over to a voluminous armchair and sits, hips forward, legs spread wide. I don’t need instructions here. In a second I am on my knees, face in her crotch, my tongue beginning its journey into the depths of Vanya.

 

Her orgasm is slow to arrive. It builds a little at a time from a barely noticeable flutter, to ripples, to a faster and faster rise and fall of her belly, and then a flood of sound and movement. Her knuckles are white as she grasps the arms of the chair. Her breath is ragged. A moan builds from low in her chest to become a howl as she releases everything inside of her. My face is wet all over from her cum and her release of piss as she loses control. Her whole body flushes red and she tries to push my face away, but I’m having none of it. I keep my tongue hard at work, teasing and tracing her bright pink lips. She comes twice more before she finally forces my face away by closing her legs tight.

 

We’re at each other all night, neither of us sleeping at all, until, in the early hours of morning, we collapse.

 

When my mobile rings at nine o’clock I can barely see who’s calling. It’s Rodney. He’s down in the lobby, ready to take me to my hotel and then to the airport. Vanya stirs and asks who it is. When I tell her I have to fly home she insists I go with her to Venice, at least for a few days. Last night was so good. How could I resist? So I tell Rodney to cancel my flight and to call Wendy to let her know that I’ll be delayed a few days. He’s cool with it and only asks how I’m getting to Venice and when. I say I’ll call him later in the morning. I hang up and feel a hand on my breast. No more sleep then.

 

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