Late

You slowly rouse into consciousness. 'What a crazy dream!' You think as you lay there half asleep.

You then notice the feel of the fine silk sheets against your skin. The soft down pillow beneath your head. This wasn't your bed. It is then you hear someone humming a little tune. It is Natali in the adjoining bathroom. The memories of yesterday come flooding back.

You open your eyes as Natali strolls back into the room. She is wearing a long flowing blue skirt and a simple white button up t shirt. Seeing you awake she leans over and kisses you. "Good morning sleepy head. It's about time you got up."

Rubbing your eyes you look at the clock, 10:30. "I needed it, you wore me out last night baby." You quip as you sit up.

She smiles at you. Her demeanor has returned to that of the ruthless mob wife, but there is now a warmth in her eyes that wasn't there before. You weren't quite sure where your relationship with Natali stood right now, but you knew she was your only ally.

"When you're ready I'll meet you in the kitchen. Today will be our toughest test." She says in a serious tone. You sit up and stretch, then nod to her. She sashays out of the room, her shirt and skirt displaying her hourglass figure wonderfully.

You take some time getting ready. Using a few of the pictures of Vincent as a guide you try to get your hair just right. Guessing on what a mob boss would wear on his day off you settle on grey slacks and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Comparing the photos to what you were looking at in the mirror you are satisfied and head out of the room.

Just a few steps down the hall you hear a whining voice, "Vinceeeent..."

Turning back you see the maid, already on duty and "dusting" a random section of the wall. You remember Natali's warning, don't let the maid see or feel your body. "Vincent's plaything" you believe she had called her.

"Vinceeent...I missed you. Why didn't you come visit me last night? I was waiting for you." She pouts. She was about 5'5", probably mid 20's, medium long curly red hair, big tits that provided ample cleavage, and shapely legs that lead up under her frilly skirt.

You go to address her and suddenly realize you don't know her name. "Uhh...hey you!" You hoped that didn't sound as bad as you thought it did. You figure you better deal with this quickly. "Listen, things are going to have to change between us."

Her pouting ramps up to a full **** sulk. "Awww, Vincent...don't say that." Her big green eyes blinking at you. As your gaze ogles the voluptuous maid your imagination starts to run ahead of you. While you couldn't fuck her surely there were other ways to have fun with her...

You shake your head. "Listen, we'll talk about this later okay."

She goes back to dusting with a sullen dejected look. You continue on towards the kitchen.