28-03-2019, 02:51 PM
Contessa Helena de San Finzione sat in the middle of the back seat of the limo. The two Tenentes took the rear-facing seats on either side opposite her. Helena lit a cigarette and gestured toward the mini-bar.
"Your work was outstanding, Velasquez, Maisson," she said as she removed the leather jacket and baseball cap and shoved them to one side on the seat. "I know you serve without thought of reward, but San Finzione owes you a great debt." Helena unhooked the straps on the overalls she wore. She met their gazes as she slipped them over her shoulders and allowed the front flap to fall forward, and then began slowly unbuttoning the plaid flannel shirt she wore under them.
"And as Contessa, I am pleased to give you the People's gratitude. Why don't you slip out of those uniforms and let me see the brave soldiers I'll be honoring tonight?" As the two soldiers began to obey her suggestion, a text came in on her phone. She slipped the shirt off and fished her phone out of the pocket to read Generalissimo Ramirez's message.
"Oops," Helena said as she began unhooking her bra. "Forgot I was still wearing a live microphone; just a moment." She removed her bra, rolled down the window, and tossed it out. She rolled up the window and thumped the roof twice and the driver pulled away. "Now come sit with your Contessa and let her think on how best to reward your service."
* * *
"Generalissimo," Capitan Ortega said as the two of them watched La Contessa enter the limo with her companions. "I must debrief all of the men, I will need those two. How long shall she keep them?"
Ramirez listened to something in his ear, then took out a phone and sent a text. A moment later, the window of the limousine opened and a bra was dropped from it. He watched with a smile as the chauffer drove them away to the castle.
"You have plenty of other men to debrief, Capitan. As for those two," he gave a small smile before turning to face Ortega. "They'll be back. When La Contessa tires of them."
"Your work was outstanding, Velasquez, Maisson," she said as she removed the leather jacket and baseball cap and shoved them to one side on the seat. "I know you serve without thought of reward, but San Finzione owes you a great debt." Helena unhooked the straps on the overalls she wore. She met their gazes as she slipped them over her shoulders and allowed the front flap to fall forward, and then began slowly unbuttoning the plaid flannel shirt she wore under them.
"And as Contessa, I am pleased to give you the People's gratitude. Why don't you slip out of those uniforms and let me see the brave soldiers I'll be honoring tonight?" As the two soldiers began to obey her suggestion, a text came in on her phone. She slipped the shirt off and fished her phone out of the pocket to read Generalissimo Ramirez's message.
"Oops," Helena said as she began unhooking her bra. "Forgot I was still wearing a live microphone; just a moment." She removed her bra, rolled down the window, and tossed it out. She rolled up the window and thumped the roof twice and the driver pulled away. "Now come sit with your Contessa and let her think on how best to reward your service."
* * *
"Generalissimo," Capitan Ortega said as the two of them watched La Contessa enter the limo with her companions. "I must debrief all of the men, I will need those two. How long shall she keep them?"
Ramirez listened to something in his ear, then took out a phone and sent a text. A moment later, the window of the limousine opened and a bra was dropped from it. He watched with a smile as the chauffer drove them away to the castle.
"You have plenty of other men to debrief, Capitan. As for those two," he gave a small smile before turning to face Ortega. "They'll be back. When La Contessa tires of them."
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