Happy Birthday Stefano

Max had never been in the suburbs of Seattle before. As the enormous homes flew past the window of the cream limo she was in she was surprised to see just how beautiful it was up here, as if ‘the pulse’ had never touched this part of the city.

Max sat in the back of the limo Logan had provided, dressed in only a black leather jacket that barely covered her thighs, underneath she was stark naked. She felt uneasy being out in public so exposed, but it had to be done, Brin was in the Anotelli mansion and Max had to find her. This was the way in Logan had provided, the only way in. The Anotelli mansion was a fortress, even with all her prowess as a cat burglar Max would not be able to get in.

Logan’s plan seemed simple; Stefano Anotelli had made his bones in the Family by killing a rival Family soldier, even though he was only 18 years old. Today his father Don Carlo Anotelli was throwing a party to welcome his son into ‘The Family’, and since little Stefano was still a virgin, his brothers had arranged for an escort to come up to the house to make their brother a real man.

This is where Max came in. Logan had intercepted the call to ‘Dirty Liaisons’ a high class escort agency, the Anotelli brothers had stressed nothing but the best for their baby brother and that money was no object.

This meant that Max was perfect for the job. She would go in posing as a hooker and find a way to try and find Brin and get out. It sounded like a plan; except for the part where she may have to actually play her role completely.

The driver pulled up to the huge carved rosewood doors, and ran around the stretch limo to let Max out. The two Italian-American wise guys gawking at the silky smooth tan leg exiting the vehicle.

“Hey there sweet cheeks hows about I help ya out.” Chain of hierarchy Max thought to herself, she knew how to deal with men like this.

“You can direct me to Stefano. His brother Vinnie paid top dollar for my services, and believe me, I’m not cheap. The goon swore under his breathe at the realization that this was the high-class prostitute for Stefano.

“Sorry miss...”

“Maxine” Max finished for him. “Maxine. Yo Mikey escort Ms. Maxine to Stefano’s room and let him know she’s waiting.

Max was led into the enormous Gallic style home, up the marble staircase, and through the corridors full of what looked like 8 generations of Anotelli’s dating back to Sicily. As she walked she could feel the draft on her butt as she shifted her weight, the black leather jacket edging up each cheek slightly as she swayed her hips. The thug behind her had been groaning the whole way as he caught glimpses of her perfect firm ass, coming up the stairs he deliberately slowed down as her jacket rode up to see the off-brown lips of her shaven snatch.

Glancing down one of the corridors Max suddenly caught sight off an **** girl being carried out of one of the rooms.

Max eyes shot wide open.

Brin!

Max’s entire body tensed, rage urged that she charge the two guards carrying her friends limp body, but the trained soldier dictated that she should wait for the opportune moment...