Signor Ferrari Explains The Situation

"Hahaha. Straight and to the point. I can always count on you for that," Signor Ferrari laughed. Then his countenance became serious. "I am afraid that we, you and I, have some rather bad news. Seems the Resistance has cancelled the operation." When Rick asked why, Ferrari gestured to the cigarette case Rick was still holding. The night club owner opened it and offered the smokes to the proprietor of The Blue Parrot, who selected one.

"Originally, London had sent in one of their own people to oversee the operation," Ferrari leaned in to accept the proffered light from Rick's zippo. "But he was killed on the night of his arrival. That's how I got involved. But now London says..." he paused to recalled Berger's exact words, "Situation being discussed."

"Hmmm," Rick replied. "Like in Berlin the invasion of Britain is being discussed. That's upper echelon jargon for the project is dead." He took a drag off his cigarette. "But what's that to us? I thought you had a guarantee."

"That's the problem with ironclad guarantees," Ferrari answered. "They are subject to rust. Berger made the persuasive argument that I was to be paid whether the ship off-loaded the cargo or if the Captain hijacked the cargo and did not stop. In either case, I would have men on the scene and have incurred expenses, which he would cover. As it stands now..."

"All you have invested is your time spent in trying to land the job," Rick slowly nodded his head as he saw Berger's side of things. "A salesman cannot submit a bill unless he has made a sale."

"Precisely," Ferrari concurred, "so what I thought was a stroke of luck for me, under tragic circumstances, of course, but still financially beneficial... The **** of the operative from London." He sadly shook his head and made a hand gesture. "Poof! Vanished like a puff of smoke."

Both men smoked the rest of their cigarettes in silence.

"But let's not let this set-back spoil the rest of our afternoon," Signor Ferrari snubbed out his cigarette butt and **** himself to sail forward. Leaning in towards Rick, the portly Ferrari grinned and said in a conspiratorial manner, "When the ladies return, feel free to take whatever liberties you choose with Amira. I have spoken with her about it and she is in agreement." Followed by one of Ferrari's voluminous laugh. "Eager agreement. You would have thought it was her idea."

Rick cupped his chin and rubbed it. "Gee, that sort of puts me in a bind. I haven't mentioned anything like this to Yvonne..." Mainly because he knew she would not go along with it.

"HAHAHA," Ferrari bellowed. "Rick, you will find that when you get to be my age, most of your pleasures will be taken vicariously."

Before Rick could reply, the return of the women put an end to that conversation. Yvonne seemed positively aglow in the presence of Amira, and she moved around oblivious to her nakedness. Both women did. Coffee and cake were served to the accompaniment of swaying tits and bare asses. The hairy valley between the full thighs of Amira contrasted starkly with the marble smoothness of Yvonne's shaven pubes.

Exchanging glances with the housekeeper, Yvonne slowly approached the seated, fully clothed men. She stopped directly in front of their host, her eyes lowered and her hands clasped at in front of her. Like a school girl standing shyly before the entire class. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, dropped her hands to her sides, and lifted her chin up and threw her shoulders back. Not looking directly at the elderly fat man, but not looking away, either, she blurted out almost as one word, "Signor Ferrari, would you like me to use my mouth on you?"