A strange working relationship.

The next morning Andrea was at her front door again. Giovanna scowled.

"I told you I'd think about it, didn't I?"

"You didn't say shit!" Andrea exclaimed indignantly. "You just slammed the door!"

"Okay, well I'm telling you I'll think about it. Feel free to stop by to see if I've made my mind on April 12th." She tried to slam the door again, only to find Andrea had jammed it with her high-heeled shoe.

Gia threw the door back open, ready to give a piece of her mind. When she did, she noticed a petite woman in a simple white dress behind Andrea, clinging to the hem of her skirt.. She had almond dark eyes, jet black hair, and tanned skin. She was lightly curved in all the right places, a perfect handful in each spot. Giovanna drank in the sight of her.

"WHORE. I. AM. TALKING. TO. YOU."

Gia ignored her and spoke directly to Shawna.

"Hey baby, if you ever get tired of this bimbo, feel free to come party with a real woman."

Shawna turned her nose up. "Then you can let me know when you see one."

Giovanna grinned. She didn't even need any toys for this one, she could have her covered in sweat and cum and begging for mercy in under an hour. She craned her head to get a better look.

Andrea nudged Shawna so she was standing a little more behind her. She was getting tired of this. "Do you want the fucking commission or not?" She practically spat.

Nothing escaped Giovanna's eyes. "Why so apprehensive?" She said. "I'm just being friendly to your little assistant." She placed a hand on her perfectly formed chest in mock astonishment. "Don't tell me you've gone soft."

Andrea's eyelid twitched. "You want to see how _soft _I've gotten?" She said evenly. Shawna looked at her nervously. The whole time she had known her she had assumed her mistress was bratty, arrogant, and loud, but fundamentally good natured. Looking at her face now had her reconsidering this assumption.

Giovanna stood aside, holding her door open, gesturing at her to come in. "You know what?" She hissed. "I think I do."

"Mistress...?" Shawna said.

Andrea barely looked at her. "Stay or leave. It's your choice. But I have some business to take care of." She walked into her enemy's home. Not sure what else to do, she followed her inside.