Luca finished undressing, grabbed the bottle of champagne from the bucket and took a long gulp from it which after he stepped into the tub, his feet splitting the soapy surface as his legs sunk in to the bottom. Giovanna smiled and reached for him, her hand caressing his toned thighs. Slowly, she got to her feet to align her wet body with his dry and warm one, the water churning around her at her movement.
He slipped his hands into her hair and cupped the back of her head and they kissed passionately.
They were in love, or so they thought, but his boss, Gambetta had married Giovanna only five months ago. She had been a top model when he met her and immediately he had set his eyes on her, he had wanted her and had married her only after two weeks of knowing her. His previous wife had died from cancer six years ago and Giovanna had been too beautiful to pass by since Gambetta was a sucker for tall, slim ladies.
However, Giovanna had turned out to be a sex freak and perhaps, due to Gambetta's age, he was unable to sate her sexual needs besides the fact that he usually hit her any time she annoyed him. Soon, since Luca was the one who consoled her on behalf of his boss anytime Gambetta beat her up, while comforting her one night, one thing had led to another and he had made love to her and since then she had grown interested in him, even fallen in love with him that she was hoping that he would quit the mafia job soon and they could elope together where they could get married and Gambetta would never find them.
Their illicit affair had continued for three months and they just couldn't get enough of each other but they were careful not to be caught by anyone in fear of what their inevitable fate would be if Gambetta ever found out.
They were still immersed in the throes of passionate lovemaking, and he faithfully concentrated on giving her the intense orgasm she most cherished which they both knew Gambetta to be incapable of, and during all these, they both didn't notice anyone coming only, to be startled by a loud and sudden clapping of hands.
They turned their heads sharply to see Gambetta leaning with his shoulder against the door jamb of the bathroom, still clapping his hands with four guards standing behind him. Giovanna gasped and tore away from Luca, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand while Luca stood, frozen, staring at his boss in shock whose clapping slowly came to an end with a sinister smile on his face.
"Spero vi siate divertiti cazzo mia giovane bella moglie, Luca? (I hope you have enjoyed fucking my young beautiful wife, Luca?)"
"Then he gazed at his petrified wife whose lower lip was quivering now and he asked her. "E Giovanna, fa il suo giovane cazzo gusto migliore della mia? (And Giovanna, does his young cock taste better than mine?)"
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Andrea got down the stool with a sly smile on her face and Travis groaned. "Arghhh... where's Camille to keep you in check?"
Andrea winked at him. "She doesn't know that I'm here so don't you dare snitch on me."
Travis turned to Dean for help. "Stop her! You aren't really going to let her go into the back den, are you?"
Dean shrugged. "This is business, Travis. I would have gone myself if I were as good as her but Andrea is the queen of thieves and she can pretty much handle herself."
Travis groaned in frustration. "Both of you are insufferable!"
"I'll be back." Andrea offered him an assuring smile and said grimly to Dean, gesturing with her finger. "You, wait here."
"I've got nowhere to go honey. Besides, I need my share." Dean replied.
"Weasel!" Andrea eyed him and went towards the ladies' room. She paused at the door as a lady opened the door and came out. She walked in next and stood in front of the large mirror on the wall. She placed her purse on the counter after pulling out her lipstick then painted her lips deep red, changing the pale pink she had donned before.
A woman came in next and acknowledged her with a nod of her head and from the mirror, Andrea watched the woman. She watched the woman giving slight arrangements to her hair and soon the woman frowned as she felt the urge to ease herself and as she left her purse on the counter and hurried into one of the toilets, Andrea opened the woman's purse, rummaged in it, found a few cash and also an expensive lipstick in an exotic tube.
She quickly took them both, closed woman's purse, grabbed her own purse and walked out as she heard the woman flushing the toilet, and as she stepped out of the ladies, she moved along the wall and made her way to the steel stairs that was close to the entrance of the club. She threw a glance at Dean who was watching her from the bar, gave him a single nod then ascended up the stairs.
She walked past several people, noticing that there were guards stationed here and there as usual. She braced herself up and headed for the door that read STAFF ONLY but the guard at bend of the corridor whom she had walked past saw her and came towards her. "Hey! Where you going to?" He asked.
"I really need to use the toilet." Andrea rubbed her thighs together and briefly bent her knees, pretending she was pressed.
"Go use the toilet below." He pointed towards the direction of the steel stairs. "Only VIPs allowed up here."
She flashed him one of her cutest smiles and said. "Pleaseee...I really need to go." She rubbed her thighs together the more.
He hesitated a bit as he considered her for a while. "Go down the corridor. Use the toilet there." He pointed down at a door.