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Chapter 11 by boredbutts boredbutts

How's Gio holding up?

Her zipper gets stuck where the sun don't shine

Gio takes the opportunity afforded by Nina to continue unzipping her wetsuit behind the distracted intern. While Gio can't see what's happening to Nina, her squeals and the peanut gallery of contestants who witness the moment yell commentary like "Damn, do you hear a dump truck in the bushes?" and "Is there a full moon tonight?" give her a rough idea. Gio takes comfort in knowing she's up against such a clumsy idiot in a challenge requiring dexterity.

Avere un culo così grande, Gio thinks, an Italian phrase referring to her good luck. The phrase also means "to have a big ass," but Gio hasn't realized the double entendre.

Michael can feel Gio's eyes staring daggers at his back. She wants insurance that he doesn't see any more of her skin than he already has, especially now that there's no towel barrier between them. So far, the intern has stayed true to his word, a decision which makes Gio oddly a little more comfortable with getting naked behind a man.

Gio unzips the front of her wetsuit, steeling herself before allowing the shoulder straps to fall to her waist, leaving her topless. Naughty thoughts flood her brain about how she's currently flashing her tits to this intern, causing her cheeks to flush. She convinces herself that the sooner she gets this over with, the sooner this feeling of inferiority will disappear.

Gio begins unzipping from her crotch back around her ass to remove the last of her wetsuit. As the noise from Melissa's prank dies down, Michael finally turns his attention to the woman whose towel he’s holding. He asks a very respectful “How is it going, Miss Giovanna?”

His friendliness startles Gio, causing her zipper to disappear within the deep crevasse of her ass cheeks. "This stupid zipper is wedged in my..." she paused, glancing around at the lack of privacy. As she frantically tries to dig the zipper out, her ass naturally tenses, and the great **** produced by her large ass launches the zipper off her suit and directly at the back of Michael's head.

"Ouch! What happened?!" Michael yelped, beginning to turn around to see if Gio really was trying to kill him.

"D-Don't look!" the topless mob boss screamed. She needed to come up with an excuse for Michael to help her out of this jam without knowing that he would be touching her body, fast.

What's next?

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