by Andy Ben
«Suit yourself, Marco, as if you were in your own home. I go and freshen up... ah, you will find the minibar by the fireplace, help yourself as you like... a Martini for me, please.»
Giovanna leaves me in the living room of the villa.
It is furnished in a very refined and basic way, except for the huge picture hanging on the wall on my right, above the fireplace. The orange light of the sunset filters through the curtains that cover the large glass door that leads on the back of the garden. On the left, the wall is covered up by an elegant bookcase full of any kind of novels, chemistry and anatomy treaties that show the character and passions of the master of the house.
While I stand by the minibar preparing the Martini, my mind goes back to the day Marcello introduced me to Giovanna, his bride to be; at the time, I was quite surprised that Marcello, an active and vigorous man who had dedicated his entire life to his work and his business, would couple with a woman at least twenty years his younger. Yet, as time went by and I got to know Giovanna, I understood that her charm did not rest only on her beauty. Giovanna is a well educated, intelligent woman, with a remarkable ability to lead people; unfortunately, as time went by I also got to know her biggest fault: her intelligence goes hand in hand with her greed. She is a fucking go-getter, the worst type of social climber, and current events confirm that she would do anything and resort to any mean, legal or illegal, to reach her goals.
I pour some whiskey and Giovanna shows up again at the bottom of the stairwell that is past the library and leads to the sleeping quarters of the villa.
«Your Martini.»
«Thank you, you are a real gentleman. Put it down on the table and take a sit.»
In the middle of the room there is a large circular crystal table, supported by a single central pillar made of wood and inlaid with ethnic symbols. The eight chairs standing all around have high backs, and are made of the same material and decorated with the same symbols as the table’s column: it reminds me of king Arthur’s round table, another of Marcello’s passions.
I grab the granite ashtray standing on the table and move it closer to me, then I get a cigarette and light it, before I take a sip from the glass.
«Let’s cut to the chase.»
«I am looking forward to that. All through the journey I tormented myself in the waiting of what you have to say. I hope it is something really important, as you let me believe... you know I don’t like wasting my time.»
«I am confident you will not be disappointed... although I think you know quite well the matter I want to discuss.»
«What do you mean?»
«Don’t play the naïve with me, Giovanna... I know you are not, and I understood perfectly well that you know what this is about from the few words we exchanged in my office, or you would not have asked me here... you were always the sagacious one.»
«And you were always the smart one... a smart and cunning son of a bitch.»
I caught you. I caught you in the very act, in flagrante. How will you react now? Show me what you are capable of.
Giovanna comes near the table and picks up her Martini glass, she plays with the olive for a moment, then she takes it out of the glass and puts it on the table, then, finally, she takes a sip of her aperitif.
«For all we have known each other for many years, you don’t know I drink my Martini straight... tell me, what is that you know?»
«Besides the documents, you mean?... A few months ago, before she left us, I had an interesting conversation with Ms. Marchetti, my secretary, or should I say my former secretary...»
«That slut! I knew I should not have trusted her, I did not think she was up for the job I gave her... you are too smart to be confused by a pair of nice legs or an inviting smile.»
«I didn’t know it was you who put her on my elbow. What was she supposed to do? Check on me? Make sure I would not have asked too many questions and got to the truth? Alter some documents or what else?»
«A little bit of this, a little bit of that, but I realize just know with regret that she poorly failed... and now she is gone.»
I take another puff from my cigarette, then a sip of whiskey, while Giovanna is slowly getting near me, holding the empty Martini glass in her hand.
«Well, you got me, what do you plan to do now?»
«I ask you the same question... Giovanna, what do you plan to do now?»
She is in front of me now. She puts the glass down on the table and looks at me showing that light in her eyes once again.
«We could reach an agreement, don’t you think?... Something that is convenient and pleasant for us both...»
She does not give me time to answer, she is already kissing me straight on my mouth and her tongue is urging between my lips.
I kiss her back. Our tongues clutch to one another, while I can feel her hand fondling my leg starting from the thigh and then moving up until it stops on the fly of my pants.
«It seems that your friend down there is enjoying it... consider it as part of our... agreement.»
She kisses me again, takes my hand and places it over her breast while I start fondling her butt with the other.
My excitement grows while, in my mind, I start imaging how it would feel to fuck her hard.
«Let’s go in the bedroom... it’s more confortable.»
While I walk behind her, I see her untie her skirt and let it drop on the ground before walking up the stairwell, giving me a full view of her legs, covered by the stay-ups.
Then she unbuttons her shirt.
«You still have not told me what this agreement is all about.»
Giovanna stops and turns around, her partially unbuttoned shirt let’s me see a blue lace bra. She looks at me in a languid and condescending way.
«The irreproachable Marco, as usual work first, pleasure later... what do you want? ... besides me.»
The insect has fallen in the trap and tries with all its might to get free, but the more it fights its destiny, the more it entices in the web of the spider, which from its hiding place observes with a laughter its prey that succumbs.
«You are smart and cunning, but I don’t think you could come up with this all by yourself. Ms. Marchetti, or whatever her real name is, is nothing but a pawn. I want to know who is in charge. You can tell me and avoid me further investigations.»
I stop for a long moment, then I urge her: «Anyhow, you know I will find out, sooner or later.»
«Ah! I was thinking about getting you on-board... but you want to deal directly with the “boss”... very clever on your part.»
A few perfectly silent moments go by, but it feels like an eternity until I take action. «So. I am waiting.»
«I am also waiting, don’t you see it?»
Giovanna turns completely towards me. She has now reached to top of the stairs. She unbuttons the last button of her shirt and drops it to the ground, offering me a breathtaking sight. «Fuck me!»
Excited by the view, I climb the last three stairs that separate me from her. I hold her by her head and avidly kiss her.
She clutches her arms around my neck and with a quick jump she puts her legs around my hips.
Without letting go of her, I walk inside the first bedroom on my right. I walk to the queen-size bed and with a sharp movement I throw her over the silk sheets.
«Fuck me! Fuck me!»
I grab with my hand the hem of her blue panties, which match the lace bra, and with a sharp jerk I rip them away. Giovanna opens her thighs showing me her pubis covered by just a well-trimmed thin line of down. I plunge my face and tongue into it.
I voraciously lick her labia and, following a regular rhythm, I give her clitoris little strokes which make her groan and pant at an increasing frequency.
«Enough of these little tricks, fuck me!»
Giovanna grabs me by the hair and pushes my head away from her thighs; then, suddenly, she kneels down on the bed, stretches out her arms and starts unbuttoning my shirt, moving quickly down to my pants. S
he unties the belt enough to put out my shirt and take it off. She eagerly starts kissing and biting my chest.
While she teases my nipples with her tongue and teeth, her hands continue a task they never ceased: they unzip my pants, lower them along with my jockey shorts. Once my member is free from its hiding place, one hand starts fondling it while the other supports it at the base of my testicles.
One hand slides rhythmically up and down along the length of my rod, while the other is taken away from me and driven between Giovanna’s thighs. At first, she touches herself only on the surface, but then she plunges her middle finger deep inside her own intimacy.
Her mouth lets my nipple go, she throws her head slightly back and, closing her eyes, she lets out a sigh.
She lowers her look to observe the results of her doing on my member, then she looks me in the eye again, with a satisfied expression.
«You have long wanted this... now fuck me... from behind, like an animal.»
Holding my member with one hand, with an athletic movement, Giovanna crouches down on the bed.
I take advantage of this to take control of the situation, I grab her butt with both hands and with a sharp movement I penetrate her.
«Aaaahhh, yessssss... like thaaaaat...»
I start moving regularly back and forth in her wet hole, which she tightly wraps around the instrument of pleasure, like an experienced whore. Giovanna knows how to excite a man and she is perfectly aware of her skillfulness. Every know and then, while I am fucking her, she releases the pressure on my member and this gives me pleasure, I cannot hold a sigh and start panting.
«You like it, Marco... aaaah ...we are on the same wavelength... mmmh, yeeees... keep on going, yeeees... harder.»
Mesmerized I strictly follow her commands and start pushing harder. One of my hands moves away from her butt and grabs her hair, pulling it towards me.
«Yes... like that... more... tell me the truth... it is much better like this... aaah... yeeess... again, I’m coming... you never did this to Laura, the goody-goody...»
Laura...
With my right hand, I search the pocket of my pants, which have been lowered to my knees, while with the other hand I keep pulling the whore towards me.
Laura...
«Yes... I’m coming!»
I find what I was looking for in the pocket.
Laura...
«Yeeess...»
Laura...
« Yeeess ...»
Laura...
You won’t hurt anyone else, not anymore.
«I’am com...»
The scream of her orgasm dies in her throat, where I inflicted the deadly wound with a penknife. Lots of blood spurts out, splashing on the wall.
I get away from her and let go of the hair.
Her beautiful naked body, lifeless by now, crushes down on the bed: underneath her, the sheets are turning red.
A deep puff, then another. I hit the cigarette’s filter with my thumb, so the ash can fall on the asphalt still wet from the thunderstorm.
The queue is not moving at all.
6
Bright colored lights flash according to the music. Blue, red, yellow, green. A stroboscopic lamp keeps turning on and off, thus making the surroundings also move at intervals, like a bad reception of the satellite signal while I am watching a soccer game.
Half-darkness, well suited to this kind of places, envelops everything together with the pungent smell coming from cigarettes and cigars which are lighted up here and there despite the ban hanging at the entry. They dot of an orange-red light the darkness when it is not tormented by the strobe light and someone takes a puff. All of this gives the place the right sense of forbidden and sin.
I slow my steps when I see on my right an Asiatic topless girl who is dancing frantically around a pole. Seeing me, she darts an alluring glance at me while taking her index finger to her mouth and voraciously sucking it.
Soon after, that same finger is brought to the nipple of her right breast, while the other hand slowly moves downwards on her belly and then reaches into her fuchsia G-string.
The girl tilts her head backwards, so her long hair can fall on her naked back. The strobe light starts working again, the girl is now pretending to masturbate while she sends me another lustful and inviting glance, but I forget all hesitation, which lasted but a few seconds, and move forward to my original target.
As in a freeze-frame, the stroboscopic lamp lets me identify my victim.
He is standing by the bar counter. A glass full of Veuve Clicquot or Crystal in one hand, the firm butt of an amber-colored girl in the other. The South-American girl is offering him her favors by hugging him and testing his virility.
I know for sure that the man I am looking at, now standing straight, will exit this place in horizontal position with a white sheet over his face.
I feel a presence by my side. An arm encircles my hips, then two soft and fleshy lips kiss me on the cheek.
«Good evening, Sir. Welcome back.»
«Hi, Cristina.»
«I told you a hundred times to call me Kris.»
I turn towards her and I look intensely in her brown eyes, while an unusual smile uplifts my lips.
«You are right... Cristina.»
Kris snorts and a resigned expression appears on her face; she looks up at the ceiling, then lowers her eyes to meet my gaze, she steps nearer to me and whispers in my ear: «I have no hopes with you...»
She then steps away from my cheek attracting my full attention, she smiles in amusement and with a slight movement of the head she invites me to follow her where my victim, accompanied by the South American girl, is also moving to.
7
The area where the private rooms are located has a special atmosphere thanks to the suffused burgundy colored lights and jazz music in the background. It is a well-balanced mix of privacy, peace and a sense of forbiddance.
The frantic rhythm of the dance floor can be heard only in the doorway of the private area, where a huge bouncer is standing just a few meters from the threshold which, once crossed, leads you to a world far away from the other.
Kneeling on the soft long-haired carpet that partially covers the unusual – at least for a nightclub – wooden floor, I voraciously lick my man’s rod, who is sitting on the Ankara sofa with his pants just below the knees, a loosen tie and his shirt unbuttoned so that I can fondle his chest.
My evening fire red dress is down to my hips and his knowing hand is pinching my swollen nipple. I feel cold and at the same time I’m hot with excitement, thanks to his touching.
I feel the heat, like an unstoppable fire, growing from below while I prod his glans with my lips and tongue.
I put a hand over his, still fondling my breast. Then I move down towards my own intimacy, caressing my ribs, my belly and finally getting to my black lace panties.
I put my hand over my wet panties and I start touching myself, but I do not last long: I search with my fingers the elastic, I move it aside and I touch on my skin. I lower my fingers even further down, and I start rubbing my clitoris with a sensual massage until when, intoxicated with pleasure, I plunge a finger and at the same time I open wide my mouth to swallow the full virility of my man.
Gosh, I wish he would take me now.
Gosh, I wish.
I look up, full of desire, and meet his brown eyes that show my same urging.
He wants it to, but this is not the right way, not the right moment.
His zeal and passion are not entirely mine, most of them are devoted to the mission that awaits him in just a moment.
I impetuously go back to his member, with my free hand I start stimulating him while with the other, still in my panties, I go back to masturbating at a higher rhythm, causing me an ever-increasing pleasure matching the one he his feeling.
I am on the verge by now. My finger moves frantically and my mouth is voracious in the licking and sucking of my man, who is arching his back and pulsing between my lips.<
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It’s a moment.
A thrill starts in my wide-open thighs and gets to my stomach, causing me a sublime ecstasy, it runs down my spine giving me shivers while he explodes in my mouth, hardly holding a cry of pleasure.
For a long moment we stay like that, one in front of the other, luxuriating in each other’s orgasm. Then a voice in the corridor, that he knows well, abruptly cuts off our happy moment.
«It is time» he whispers.
He takes his jacket from the hanger, takes from the inside pocket a small knife and, holding it, it places his hand in the pant’s pocket. Then he leaves the small room and me, moving to the guests’ bathroom.
I can still feel his taste in my mouth while I tidy myself up and I impatiently wait for him to come back, so that I can allow him to flee, unobserved.
8
«Giulia, we got an interesting report, we should go.»
Mario Brezzi bursts into my office unannounced and, as soon as his gentleman’s manners are gone, concealed by the feverish excitement of maybe having found a track, I realize the urgency and I jump to my feet.
«Where?»
«If I told you, you would not believe it.»
«Come on, Mario, don’t make a mystery out of it.»
«Well a homicide has been committed at the Dark Angel.»
«That Dark Angel?»
«Exactly... inside the Dark Angel.»
«Are there any details?»
«Man, in his fifties, found in the club’s restrooms.»
«Any suspects?»
«Everyone and no-one, as usual, but... what I wanted to tell you is that... he died because...» Brezzi stops and takes a deep breath before continuing «... They cut his throat with a knife.»
Mario keeps still for a moment, flabbergasted; then, as if waking up from a long dream which in fact lasted but the twinkling of an eye, he adds at the same time I do «Coincidences do not exist.»
We share a quick look of understanding. Then Brezzi continues: «It’s worth taking a look, don’t you think?»
