Ilona the Italian

Andrew came upon a particularly striking photo of a face. As he scanned down that photo, he found something even more... Striking.

There was a beautiful Italian with amazing breasts. Amazing, amazing breasts. Round, bouncing spheres that seemed to have a Satanic pact with gravity. Perfect cleavage, as he could see.

He learned from her profile the black-haired beauty was the Italian head of Wolfram & Hart, located in Rome. He immediately took the jet to depart there. He arrived in the city which had a beautiful, elegant European nature to it. But he was more interested in something else that was beautiful, elegant and European. And her name was Ilona.

He went up the elevator and arrived, and found her waiting. She tended to greet everyone. "Ah, Andrew," she said in her joyous accent. "You work for Angelo, no?"

"Yes," he said.

"Ah, ci, ci," she smiled. "Angelo's friend is my friend," she said. "I do anything for Angelo, I do anything for Angelo's friend."

"I see," he smiled.

They headed in for her office where he sealed the door shut. She sat down on her desk wearing a sleek dark black dress where her breasts seemed ready to pop out of.

She leaned in, exposing even more of her breasts. He was so distracted by them he couldn't even think. "Tell me Andrew, what brings you to Rome?"

"Boobies," he managed to embarresingly blurt out. It may have been a childish way to put it, but there was no denying it when he looked at that rack.

"Ah, my breasts," she said. "At least you're honest. I respect an honest man, Andrew."

He was red-faced, and didn't know what to say.

"Did you know how I got this job, Andrew?"

"No..."

In her accent she continued: "I fucked my way to the top. I'm but a young woman in a world of demons and monsters. I had to fuck my way to the top if I wanted to thrive. Men, women, vampires..."

"That's... Nice..."

"Sex to me is like a kiss on the cheek, it is like a... How do you say... Hug? Yes, sex is nothing. Sex is for friends, ci?"

"Ci, ci..." he managed to repeat, hypnotized by her tits.

That's when she stood, and his eyes followed those breasts. He gasped and literally lost half a lung when they DID pop out, her dress being pulled down. "And any friend of Angelo... Is a friend of mine," she said as her dress hit the floor and she approached the office chair he was sitting in.