Cancel The Contract

As Berger made his way towards The Blue Parrot, he did so with a certain amount of trepidation. Not about Signor Ferrari, but about the man's secretary/bookkeeper/bar manager, Sophia Villani. Glancing nervously at his watch, he calmed himself by thinking it was only eight o'clock in the morning. She might not be there, yet. Signor Ferrari might not even be there, in fact.

Rounding the corner to head down the street where The Blue Parrot was located, Berger's heart sank. Not only was the woman there, but she was un-locking the place. "Ah, Signor Berger," she greeted him with a welcoming smile, her thick, wide lips parting to reveal a set of dazzling white teeth. The whiteness more pronounced due to her olive-toned skin. "It has been too long since I have seen you."

The tall, full-bodied woman strode into the bar, Berger following behind her. Her mane of shoulder-length raven-black hair swayed with each step. There were only a few streaks of gray visible, and he admired her for having the confidence not to cover them up. As he trailed along behind her, Berger could not help watching those twin hemispheres of her bottom undulating under her flaring skirt. Stopping suddenly, almost causing Berger to collide with her, she spun around to accuse him good-naturedly, "You no like Sophia any more?"

The deep dale of her bosom, put on prominent display by her low-cut peasant blouse, drew his eyes to that valley of breast-flesh. "No, no... I mean yes. I mean," Berger raised his watery eyes to stare in the wide, brown puddles of Sophia's own eyes. There were laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth, but the forty/fifty year old woman was still very beautiful, with her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. Her nose was perhaps too large, but on her, it worked. "I mean, I still like you, Sophia."

"But not so much like you used to?" she asked stepping up closer to him, their bodies only inches apart. "Back when you come to see Sophia for... very special reasons." Her palm and long fingers snuck up to press against his crotch.

Berger's eyelids slowly lowered and his lips parted slightly.

"Ah!" she announced triumphantly. "I see that you still like Sophia." She could feel his erection growing inside his pants. Her fingers curled around the outline of his expanding cock, tugging up and down, helping it along. "What say you and Sophia go inside bathroom before boss get here and Sophia take care of you?"

In the past, Berger had always hated, had always despised, himself afterwards when Sophia had 'taken care' of him. He would be left with a feeling of guilt that somehow he had betrayed the memory of his late wife.

But he could not help himself then, he could not help himself now. Numbly, he nodded his agreement and she released his crotch. The curvaceous woman haughtily led him into the bathroom, and stood there with her arms crossed, her weight shift to one leg, as she stared pointedly at his crotch. Knowing that her eyes were fixed on the front of his pants and what he had hidden away inside them, exited Berger even more. Once his pants had finally fallen down around his ankles, he was actually shaking.

Un-crossing her arms, Sophia slowly marched toward him, her gaze still locked on his cock. His now exposed cock. Hard and throbbing and craving attention. When she reached him, she placed both hands on his shoulders, spinning him around to face the wall. A shove on his shoulder blades and he was standing there leaning forward, his outstretched arms supporting his weight, and his feet wide apart. At least, as far apart as they could be with those pants around his ankles acting as manacles.

Moving up closer, she leaned into him. Her full, heavy fun-bags flatted against his back. Sophia reached around and began jacking him off. His gasps and sighs soon turned into whimpers. He repeatedly uttered unintelligible words as the mature woman beat his meat for him.

With a startled cry, Berger started ejaculating. His sperm shooting everywhere. Spurting against the wall. Landing on the floor with an audible 'splat'. His hips bucked and his knees weaken. The man had to struggle to remain upright.

"Wow, you make heavy load," Sophia announced when she let go of the spent dick. Moving over to the sink to wash her hands, she said, "You should not stay away from Sophia for so long. It is not good for a man to walk around with so much spunk in his palle."

By the time Berger had re-arranged his clothing, Sophia was leaning against the wall by the door. She hand one arm wrapped around her waist, the elbow of her other arm was tucked into her side with her hand held out palm up.

"Oh, yes, of course," he stammered, fishing into his pocket for her fee. Everything at The Blue Parrot is all about the money. She folded the bills and stuck them down between her breasts, then kissed his cheek, saying, "Grazie."

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By then, Ferrari had arrived and was sitting inside his office. When Berger made his presence known, Ferrari bade him to come in and the bar owner ordered cappucino. After it had arrived, the two men began to engage in some serious, often heated, negotiations.

At the end of an hour, Signor Ferrari had been **** to cede all of Berger's points. The leader of the Resistance in Casablanca had to follow his orders. Signor Ferrari had not actually made a financial outlay for either man power or equipment. And their interests so often over-lapped, they could not afford to allow this unfortunate incident to damage that relationship.

The potential cancellation of the project was a loss for both men.

When Berger departed, Signor Ferrari stared at his phone for a few seconds, further digesting what had just happened. Then he decided he should call Rick.