She was masturbating in her room when...

"BANG BANG BANG!" Somebody thumped at her front door.

"FUCK!" Giovanna yelled. She was so close. She threw her dildo into her bedside drawer, shrugged on a pair of overalls, and threw open the front door without bothering to look through the keyhole. She already knew who it was. She could tell because the knocks were somehow arrogant, aggressive, and platinum blonde.

"GIA!"

Before her stood a leggy blonde with double D tits and a unabashedly thick ass. Her lips were in a perpetual state of half pout, as if she were always about to beg her sugar daddy for a new lambo. Her hair fell in meticulously crafted curls just above her shoulders. She was wearing a high-waisted green pencil skirt and a black button down shirt showing a tasteful amount of cleavage. If Giovanna was a model dressed like a construction worker, this was a pornstar dressed like a businesswoman.

"Look at this fucking thing!" She gestured behind her. Two of her servants stood panting next to a huge oak log. Despite being on a large wagon it had clearly had taken them quite of effort for the servants to drag it to her front doorstep from where they unloaded it from her horse-drawn carriage.

Gia peered at it from around the side of the curvaceous blonde.

"Not bad". She observed. "Solid grain, well dried. It would make a good bedside table. Surprised you haven't shredded it into particle board yet."

Andrea rolled her eyes. "Get out of my way." She shoved Giovanna to the side and strode into her house. Hands on her hips, she surveyed Giovanna's small, though clean, little home. There was almost nothing in it but the bare necessities--a table, a chair, a bed, all masterfully made, but in such a way that only a fellow master could recognize on first glance.

Andrea nudged one of the chairs, noted its perfect balance, its understated design, the way the separate pieces were carefully selected so the woodgrains would flow together so it would appear as a single piece.

"Interlocking joints?" She asked.

"You know it." Gia said, trying not to sound to pleased with herself.

Andrea's mouth scrunched to the side, wrinkling her perfect button nose as she stared at the piece. She was impressed, in spite of herself. "You penniless bitch. Where did you get the money to go to Asia to learn this?"

Gia shrugged. "I took out a loan."

Andrea swung around, "from who?" she demanded. Her blue eyes flashed as she gazed into Monica's brown eyes, as if she could draw out the identity of her benefactor through her pupils.

Gia smiled. After all these years Andrea was still an open book. It incensed her when Gia did anything big without her knowledge.