Nadia has it coming...

You decide to visit Nadia. You've been dying to try that body out since you started dating her. The anger from her betrayal and your subsequent breakup is still fresh enough in your mind to give you some vengeful ideas.

As you walk toward her house, you contemplate whether or not you should indulge your cruel thoughts or try to forgive her and treat her like any other woman you might meet. Sooner than you realize, you're standing in front of her door, the doorbell ringing as your hand falls to your side.

“John! I'm surprised to see you here!” Katia said, catching her breath after opening the door. Nadia's mother looked at him, her eyes widening slightly. Her tanned skin and mature figure were definitely where Nadia got her looks. She had brought her curvy body, dark hair and deep brown eyes from Argentina and passed them down to her daughters after marrying an American.

As you look her up and down, you realize you're looking at a perfectly acceptable subject for an inspection, already. She wore a knee-length dress that displayed brightly colored flowers over a black background. Her round, C-cup breasts filled the pattern at the top, exaggerating the curve down to her thin waist and flat stomach. The fabric flared back out to her well-proportioned hips. You knew from previous visits and surreptitious glances that those hips were attached to an equally well-proportioned ass, just a bit larger than Nadia's. Following her perfectly smooth dark legs down, you saw she wore black, strapped heels, as she usually did.

“Can I help you?” she asked, shifting nervously under your gaze and elongated silence. Her English was clear, but she had a bit of an accent. It was always a bit of a turn-on for you to just listen to her talk.

“I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Stevenson,” you said, smiling and bringing your eyes up to meet her gaze. “I'm sure you've heard of my new job.”

“Of course,” she said, nodding tentatively. “I'm sure you'll be... well suited to it... Er, congratulations.” The last seemed a hurried afterthought. She must be wondering who, exactly, you were here to inspect.

“Thank you, Mrs. Stevenson,” you said, smiling at her, not unkindly. “In light of the demands of my new position, and, of course, in the interest of a good first-day quota, I thought I'd begin with those nearest to my house.”

“That makes sense. You always were a smart boy.” She nodded, returning your smile, shifting her weight, again. “I always thought it was such a shame how things ended between you and Nadia.”

“Yes, well, that didn't have much to do with my decisions,” you said, perhaps a bit to quickly. Katia winced visibly at your tone and you regretted snapping at her. After all, she wasn't the one who'd cheated at you. You brought back your warm smile and decided to get to the purpose of your visit.

“Is Nadia home?” you asked, bring your clipboard up to study, attempting to look official. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Katia visibly relax a bit and she stopped shifting for a moment.

“Of course, John. She's up in her room, getting ready to go to the mall with some friends. Would you like me to go get her?”

“Oh, that won't be necessary, ma'am. I can just go up to meet her there. If I may I come in, that is?”

“Of course,” she said stepping aside, shifting nervously, again. This time, she must be worried about her daughter's fate, guessing at some of your darker thoughts. As you stepped in she shut the door behind you. As you made for the stairs, she caught your arm. You looked back at her, catching her deep, gorgeous brown eyes looking at your face intently. Her dark eyebrows were drawn together and her lips pursed tightly in abject concern.

“Of course, I would never dream of interfering in your work, John, but...” she trailed off, glancing down to her feet. “I would ask you... please...” her eyes came up to meet yours again. “Let your past with my daughter not color your inspection. She's a good girl who made a terrible mistake. I told her so when she did that terrible thing to you. I just...” She bit her lip and averted her gaze, again. You watched, not saying anything or moving to pull away. After a moment, she let go of your arm and, taking a deep breath, looked back into your eyes.

“I know you're a good boy, John. Please, go and give my daughter the inspection she deserves,” she said, matter-of-factually. You nodded to her, not saying anything. What Nadia deserved was pretty subjective, as far as you were concerned. The **** plea of a concerned mother, however, resonated with you. Particularly coming from a mother whom you respected, in spite of her daughter's behavior.

Turning, you climbed the stairs to Nadia's room. The door is slightly ajar. You push it silently open, without knocking, to find Nadia bent over her vanity, putting the last touches on her makeup. Her posture gave you a great view of her profile and you stopped a moment, admiring her body as you had when she was your girlfriend.

She, too, was wearing a knee-length dress, but patterned with bright blue swirls that served to accentuate her curves just as well as the flowers had for her mother. Her elbows rested on the top of the vanity as she drew eyeliner onto one closed eyelid. With her legs straight, her pelvis was parallel to the floor and her lithe torso curved up from her round, muscular butt in a very alluring manner. Her firm, B-cups showed enough behind her arms, you could make out quite a bit of skin pushing out the top of her dress, which was cut lower than Katia's.

Memories of her betrayal and the subsequent pain and anger, that had been forefront in your mind on the way here, are suddenly mixed with the happy memories of tenderness and the fun you'd had together.

Nadia still hasn't noticed you. Do you want to use your new role to take **** on your treacherous ex? Or do you use it to relive the tenderness and take it farther than you were ever able to? Maybe it would be more satisfying to ride with her to the mall and take her in front of a crowd of onlookers. Watching her stew on the ride there and the humiliation of a public pounding could be very satisfying...