RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 383 - 383: Clients

"So, what you're saying is, Chiara keeps you three as a sort of entertainment."
"Yes, there are a few more of us, and the madam thinks highly of you to have sent us in particular."
"I'm sure you all say this to your clients."
Theresa smiled, not arguing, and I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her ass, bringing our movement to a stop.
"We are in public, sir. Someone might see us."
We were still in one of the corridors underground, but we had moved enough for me to know that we were out of whatever region Chiara had to herself under the Vatican.
Smack!!
Theresa wasn't thick, but she was tall and had a rear that could ripple and jiggle. Amongst the three women, she had surprisingly been the tightest, and I felt like going back for more. I was on fire today.
"I'm feeling hungry."
"I'm glad to know I stoke your fire so much, but you should please remember that it's late, and your colleague back at the hotel would be looking for you."
The three women had gotten me up to date on a number of things, like the fact that I wouldn't just be meeting Chiara afterwards.
If I wanted another immediate meet with the woman, there was a requirement to be met.
Also, this wasn't a new day.
No, it was just the late hours of the night, past 9 o'clock to be exact. God knows how drained I was to have overestimated the little rest I got.
I had four missed calls from Ninja Momma already.
"You're right."
We followed a completely different route to get back to the surface, and we didn't pop out in the Vatican, but in the basement of a church in the city.
"It was a pleasure serving you, sir. I hope to serve you again."
"Really?"
"Your dick is one of a kind," the woman leaned close and whispered in my ear.
As I entered the black car waiting for me just outside the church, I wondered whether to take the woman's words seriously because expertly lying to customers was, after all, part of her profession.
"Then again, I have a great cock."
..........
"You miss me that much?" I asked as I stepped into the hotel.
I wasn't even in our room. One look at the lobby and I found myself staring at Ninja Momma.
She had a calm expression, but I could see the annoyance in her eyes.
Isolde was silent throughout our trip in the elevator, and even after we stepped into our suite, she maintained her calm.
"How was your outing?"
"Incredible. Sorry for disappearing on you. I fucked too much and slept too well."
"Who?"
"Madam Prisca."
I didn't say anything after those words. I trusted the woman's informed mind to find the answer.
"You mean the fashion designer?"
"Yes."
"What brought the two of you together?"
"She came to Italy looking to expand her brand. I suggested she expand in the US instead, and you know how things go. With my charm, she fell, and I fucked her good."
"I told you not to leave."
"I got bored."
"Your actions in no way aid our mission here."
"She'll be having a meeting with some foreign investors who came over to Italy for the week. I got an invite from her."
Isolde looked unconvinced, and I shrugged.
"You were at the Vatican throughout today. How much progress have you made with the mission?"
"Haven't found any lead," she answered.
"We're clueless here. You shouldn't underestimate any option."
"I understand that, but I'm unsure if you're working or just looking for foreign pussy to fuck."
"More like a combo. I'm finding pleasure in my work."
Hesitation flashed in Momma's eyes, something surprising, considering how much she strived to make herself unreadable and she let out a breath.
"I couldn't look into your mind for most of the day. Was that your doing?"
"Yes," I grinned.
Of course, it wasn't my doing, but Chiara's. There was no need to let that out. She had extended the privacy lock on my activity, and I was going to milk that.
Whether Ninja Momma thought I was lying was not my problem, showing her I had my own means was vital.
"That's good. You had me worried sick."
"I didn't know you cared about me that much."
"Go sleep. We have work tomorrow."
Isolde didn't pay my tease any mind. Directing me to the bed, she turned and left, her figure leaving me all alone in the living room and to my thoughts.
I had a grin on my face as the woman departed, but once she was out of sight, my expression turned contemplative.
No way was I going to believe Ninja Momma's nonchalance about me evading her watchful gaze. A much more logical truth was that she understood she couldn't reinforce her restrictions on me. And knowing that I was still a valuable asset, she took a step back.
We were on ground zero, the last thing she wanted was to create tension between us.
Heading for my room, all that filled my mind was the blissful sleep waiting for me.
As I closed the door behind me, anticipation for the feel of my bed filled me. But as I flipped on the light, I came upon a sight that left me stunned.
"Mistress," I called.
On the well-made blue mattress I had been fantasizing about sat Hontas on its edge, much of her legs showing as she crossed them in her black double-slit dress.
"Marcus," the woman said, looking at me quizzically.
My expression one of surprise, I walked over and took a seat beside the woman. I buried my face in her neck, taking a deep breath, and ran my left hand over her smooth legs.
"You didn't bring my milk and apple," she chastised.
"I was caught up in work. Forgive me."
I looked at the woman as I spoke, and seeing that she stared into my eyes for several seconds, I kissed her.
Not exaggerating, the priestess' lips were not only full but very soft, seeming like they would melt under the pressure of my lips while still remaining bouncy.
After feeling the woman's smoothness, my hands traveled up her thighs, but just as they were about to touch her valley, she caught them.
"Today's agenda is different, Marcus. We have a client to satisfy."