My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.
For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.
My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of a young Mediterranean woman in her late teens or very early twenties with long dark hair and warm tanned skin.
A set of deep dark brown eyes stare at me through the reflection, a set of soft lip lips parting as I gasp in kind. Her long thick dark brown hair cascades down over the back of the metal chair, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her soft and feminine features are rocked by a larger Roman nose resting in the center of her face, the feature adding a bit of character and drawing the eye.
A modest bust rests inside a floral bikini, large palm leaves and tropical flowers resting on the white fabric that covers her chest. They suit her slender frame well, not too big nor too small as they rise and fall with each of her strained breaths. Her hips flare out a small amount, looking wider thanks to her very narrow waist, her thick rear and thighs a little more prominent than the mounds on her chest.
Her lower body is covered partially in a loose and comfy pair of white board shorts, the swimwear being held up poorly by an untied cord with frayed ends.
A slender gold necklace hands from underneath the thick padded leather strap around her slender neck, a platinum 'GO' inlaid with diamonds sitting at the end of it. Various rings and bracelets adorn her wrists and fingers, each one unique and likely made just for her.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" the Latina behind me coos, her hands gliding over my exposed shoulders. "A little warmer than that pale old thing you were..."
"Da quanto tempo sono... (How long have I been...)" I begin to ask, my soft and delicate voice freezing up as I hear the foreign words slip from the tip of my tongue. The Latina giggles a little bit, muttering under her breath.
"Niña tonta (Silly girl)" she says, shaking her head with a broad grin. "Focus a little deary, you've been learning English for more than a few..."
"Few what..." I blurt out, something clicking in place as I find myself speaking with a thick Italian accent dripping from each and every syllable. It's a bit of a struggle, with each word I feel a subtle pull towards defaulting to the Italian that had been slipping from the tip of my tongue mere moments ago.
"There we are sweetie" the broker giggles, rubbing my scalp as if to reward me or draw more of the now foreign language forth. "Though, you might want to download Duo Lingo or hire a tutor to brush up on that."
"What you mean?" I squeak, swallowing hard as my eye twitches as the mangled English that gurgles up from the depths of my mind. It feels like I'm still thinking in my native tongue, my thoughts remaining unaffected or my mind simply being unable to recognize the difference. However, the moment I try to force myself to speak it my tongue feels like it grows heavy and my lips dulled to the right words.
"Che diavolo mi hai fatto?! (What the hell have you done to me!?) I cry, trying to move as I find my wrists and ankles bound to the seat beneath me. Wriggling and writhing, my chest bouncing softly in the tight cups of my bikini, I hear a voice chuckle from behind me.
"So she's awake then" chuckles a deep voice, the sound of footsteps approaching me from behind as the broker begins to undo my restraints. The second I see the young man, his chiseled blonde stubble-lined jaw shifting as he smirks from ear to ear, I feel my heart flutter as a strange warmth begin to bubble up somewhere deep inside me.
Icy gray eyes drink in my reflection, his gaze hungry and amused as he looks between my exposed flesh and my confused expression. Firm muscles bulge from his chest, a tight white shirt seemingly painted over his broad shoulders and large biceps. His muscular legs are largely on display, a shiver running through me as I find myself locking eyes with the thick snake running down the left leg of his own tropical themed shorts.
"So is this the dude or..." he begins to ask, the broker turning to him as the last of my restraints come free. I stagger to my feet, the world around me feeling off as I stumble forward from the weight on my chest and fumble with the heavy jiggle and sway from the swollen plush rear behind me.
"Who you are?" I bleat, my hand balling up into a fist as I try to speak even a single line of normal English. I was so close, the words forming perfectly in my head, only for them to fail at the last leg no matter how hard I tried.
"This is Ms. Odorisio" the broker coos with a smirk, giving me a subtle wink as the six foot tall man stares at her dumbly. It slowly sinks in that I was a little under a foot shorter, my new height seemingly closer to five foot five than the six foot four I had stood moments ago.
"So... she's still my ex?" the blonde man mutters in confusion, his handsome face twisting up as he struggles to comprehend the subtlety of the broker's words. "I thought I paid you to put that dude, What's-his-name, into my ex to keep her from..."
"We did Mr. Connors" the broker sighs, cutting him off as she grits her teeth before smiling warmly. "I was just trying to say that this is still Ms. Guilietta Odorisio now, understand?" she explains slowly, taking down to the dumb blonde man without him really taking notice.
"I..." the man mutters, struggling to grasp the concept to both my and the broker's frustration. "So it's the submissive brokie in..."
"Are you un idiota?" I blurt out, sighing as I find myself sounding more understandable when shifting to and from my newly acquired bilingual side. The man turns to look at me, pausing for a second before turning back to the broker.
"So the guys in there now right? The subby dude?" he asks, the broker shifting her stance to rub her nose.
"Yes Andrew... I mean Mr. Connors, we did as you requested so..." the broker begins to explain, the blonde man quickly turning to grab my arm and pull me closer to him. He quickly snakes a hand around my hip, his thumb trailing down to feel my plump behind.
"Right, cool..." he states, his voice growing excited. "Well we've gotta go, she's gotta be at the docks if we're gonna get on the boat before..." he begins to explain, leading me towards the front of the build.
"What you are parl...speaking about?" I whimper, struggling and for once succeeding to get out a sentence without much of an error. The blonde man doesn't seem to slow, though there is movement in the aisles either side of us.
"My bitch of an ex wanted to dumped me before going back home to visit her family" he grumbles, his hand giving my ass as firmer squeeze as we walk down the aisle closer and closer to the front door as the broker follows behind with a phone in hand. "Apparently I'm the asshole or stupid or... fuck I couldn't understand her half the time, but hell if I'm missing a 'round the world cruise on her rich family's dime just 'cause she wants to Euro dick or whatever."
The man chuckles a little as we reach the front, finding two large men emerging along side us as they move to flank the broker.
"Had to sell a lot to pay for this, but I figured a broke sad lonely dude would be over the moon to have this and would know how to handle dick after having one for so long" the blonde man laughs, amusing himself with his only 'genius' idea.
"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.
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