"Look" he states, pressing me against his rock hard muscles and squeezing my ass possessively. "I'm the reason you're in there, let's go on the cruise and you can fucking dump me or whatever when we land in Europe or whatever" he continues, seemingly trying to barter with the man living behind his ex's eyes.
He looks around nervous for a second, biting his lower lip before continuing his thought.
"She fucking cancelled my ticket, but you can uncancel it and it'll all be good" he explains, the reasoning behind the bargaining slowly coming to light. "Let's just..." he begins, loosing his grip as he reaches for the door and allowing a moment to slip free.
I pause for a moment, thinking about my options after the pure deluge of information, before a smirk slowly creeps across my stolen face.
"Replacement, quanto costa (how much does it cost?)" I ask, looking over to the broker with a grin. The bright young Latina goes wide eyed for a moment before a smirk mirroring my own begins to form. She gives the two large men a look, the muscular gentlemen moving forward as if to approach the door as one pulls a small needle from his pocket.
"Oh sweetie, you've spent more than that on dinner in the past" the broker giggles, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, I've seen your expenses."
As one of the guard open the door, gesturing for me to exit the building under his care, the other quickly moves behind Andrew before plunging the needle deep into his neck. The young man barely seems to notice, his eyes still locked to me as his dim mind tries to reckon with what I had said.
"There she goes with the... what didsh sheeee..." he begins to grumble, his jaw and tongue growing dull and causing his words to tumble from hip lips in a low blubbering. The guards both turn to catch him, the muscular and athletic blondes body weighing far more than it seems as his legs give out beneath him.
The broker soon takes over, opening the door for me herself as he begins to text on her bedazzled phone.
"This way sweetie" she chirps, reaching to place her hand on the small of my back before pulling me out into the freezing night air. My bikini and shorts do little to protect me, my hands soon reaching up to rub my bare arms as I squeeze down on my chest.
She taps rapidly at her phone, a flurry of messages getting sent and received one after another. After only a few minutes of us standing outside a rental car comes ripping around the corner, the stop start nature eliciting a notion that the person behind the wheel was entirely unused to it. As they pull up I see a small bookish woman in her early thirties, the five foot nothing woman quickly adjusting the seat of the crisp and clean white electric car to better reach the pedals.
The broker opens the back door on the driver's side, the bespectacled woman glancing up at me from a moment with tired eyes before slouching a little as her gaze darts back to the road.
"Thank you for driving Mrs. Daniels" the broker coos, a hint of a threat in her voice. "This one's a valued customer now, so be sure to get her to the docks safe" she continues, giving me another push into the seat before returning to the texting.
As I climb into the seat I find it filled with bags, four large and expensive wheeled suitcases sitting on the plush seat and taking up most of the back of the car. I'm able to scrunch up in the seat, quickly buckling the seat belt as I wriggle my large backside and hips into the cushion beneath me.
The broker goes to close the door, only pausing to lean in quickly with a smile.
"I'll message you some potentials" she states with a chirpy bright voice. With a few last taps a buzzing comes from one of the bags, the series of rumblings sounding like multiple messages coming through one after another. "They're aren't many, not if you want to make your trip" she chuckles, her eyebrow cocking a little. "Unless... you don't..."
"No no no..." I blurt out, squeezing my thighs together tightly. The memory of his hard body poured tightly into those clothes, the sight of the thick snake in the shorts, it's enough to make my body melt let alone getting to see it up close in a cabin of some ship.
The broker seems to catch my reaction, rolling her eyes a little. "Seems there was a reason Giulietta stayed with that meathead" she chuckles, closing the door before banging on the roof.
As the driver pulls out of the I begin to rummage through the bag in search of the previously buzzing phone. Carefully pulling back the zipper I find a mixture of toiletries and makeup tumbling free, the tightly packed confines leaving little room to work and search. Thankfully, the glossy black shape of a high-end folding phone catching my eye before long, the small brick resting in a bundle of emerald green lingerie and a polka dot bikini.
After snatching it out I shove the dropped items back inside, straining and struggling with my weakened arms to zip it closed with no small amount of effort. With a sigh of relief the zipper finally pops into place, leaving me a chance to turn to the phone.
Unfurling the screen I'm met with a painfully bright light, the home screen showing a picture of the bubbly young Italian woman I now piloted. She is dressed in a set of luxury sunglasses, a small strap of some hand bag slung over her shoulder as she sips at a fancy cocktail.
I quickly open the messages on my phone, my mind struggling to read them for a second as I find the English failing to mesh with my new native tongue.
Unknown: Okay, so I have three choices in driving distance that might be up
Unknown: Send me your answer ASAP, otherwise he's coming late ;)
Unknown: First we got Belinda, she's a semi retired dominatrix and escort
Unknown: She specialized in gentle fem-dom back in the day, and still now I guess
Unknown: She never really earned enough to get by AND retire, but she'd be real appreciative of you
Unknown: Next we got Ally, recently divorced housewife-no-longer
Unknown: Husband left her after it turned out she can't pop 'em out
Unknown: She's been going a little nuts, missing having someone to pamper and shower with affection
Unknown: She's also a gun cook, cleaner, can sew and allow orders
Unknown: Lastly, we've got Miranda
Unknown: She's a little closer to your age and background, just a bit further along
Unknown: I mean your original age and background though :p
Unknown: PhD holder, nerdy and bookish, sweet and shy as anything
Unknown: Currently morbidly obese from a 'gland thing' according to the docs
Unknown: Never been in a relationship but would be eager to please with the right 'guiding hand'.
My eyes strain as I read the bright phone in the dark of the car, my mind racing as I try to parse the now second language back and forth. With time being of the essence I quickly tap out my response, my fingers gliding over the screen without much difficulty as I try make my pick before suddenly being cut short.
Unknown: Sorry, only one has responded.
Unknown: We can confirm that we'll have Andrew replaced with...
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