03-04-2019, 04:43 PM
"You could help; with Maria AND San Finzione. We could definitely use a top-notch economist to be our Minister of Finance. And Julie would be a great Minister of Art and Culture."
"We like our quiet life below radar, you know that."
"And I'm allergic to white picket fences, so I don't see either of us coming away with what we want here."
Troy hugged her again. "I got to have a dance with someone I dearly love and have missed. I'll be satisfied with that."
Helen pressed herself against him harder. "I doubt you were satisfied. But if you want to take care of that, you always have that option, Troy."
Troy responded with a kiss. "I'll have to have a word with someone about that."
"I probably won't be able to talk to Julie for a bit; I still have things to do here. But only a fool would extend that offer to one of you without also including the other."
He looked around the ballroom for Julie and saw her dancing with an older man in a tuxedo. The man was looking at her and nodding in agreement. "Speaking of whom, I'd better cut in. You going to be ok?"
Helena looked at the pack from before, spread out a bit more and wondering if she and Troy were going to dance again or if they had a shot at La Contessa. "I think I'll be all right. Go rescue your Sunflower."
Troy kissed her hand and crossed the dance floor to Julie. From behind him, he heard Helena begin a mocking game of Eeny-Meenie-Miney-Mo with her potential partners.
* * *
"Hey, Math Boy. What'd ya get," Julie asked as Troy put his arm around her waist and led her away from her former dance partner. The man had left without a word and went straight to the bar.
"Job offer and proposition. Told her no on the job and we'll see on the proposition. You?"
"Trophy mistress. But he had a sudden change of heart and he's decided to confess his affairs to his wife in the morning and agree to whatever she wants in the divorce. Probably off to get good and liquored up first."
"Nice one, Mistress. Er, MY Mistress, not the trophy kind."
"Hey, I could be a trophy. I'm a fuckin' catch, Mister," Julie said with a playful little push.
"I'll be sure to mount you on the display case when we get home."
"That sounds dangerous. How about mount me on the bed and work our way there," Julie asked, sliding her hand down his back to grab his ass.
The waltz ended and the orchestra changed to a tango. Troy returned the ass-grab and led Julie to the center of the floor.
"After the party, sure. Still feeling pretty well-fucked from this afternoon."
"Me too," she smiled, meeting his gaze as they danced. "Thank you for that, Master. I know you don't like using the Special Trigger."
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione whispered into the ear of her dance partner.
"Carlos, we appreciate the gift you have brought to the party. I'm certain that my guests who partake will put it to good use. As for the cartel setting up operations in San Finzione; feel the heat of my body pressing against you and relax deeper as I explain why you will tell your bosses why it would not be a good idea..."
* * *
"We like our quiet life below radar, you know that."
"And I'm allergic to white picket fences, so I don't see either of us coming away with what we want here."
Troy hugged her again. "I got to have a dance with someone I dearly love and have missed. I'll be satisfied with that."
Helen pressed herself against him harder. "I doubt you were satisfied. But if you want to take care of that, you always have that option, Troy."
Troy responded with a kiss. "I'll have to have a word with someone about that."
"I probably won't be able to talk to Julie for a bit; I still have things to do here. But only a fool would extend that offer to one of you without also including the other."
He looked around the ballroom for Julie and saw her dancing with an older man in a tuxedo. The man was looking at her and nodding in agreement. "Speaking of whom, I'd better cut in. You going to be ok?"
Helena looked at the pack from before, spread out a bit more and wondering if she and Troy were going to dance again or if they had a shot at La Contessa. "I think I'll be all right. Go rescue your Sunflower."
Troy kissed her hand and crossed the dance floor to Julie. From behind him, he heard Helena begin a mocking game of Eeny-Meenie-Miney-Mo with her potential partners.
* * *
"Hey, Math Boy. What'd ya get," Julie asked as Troy put his arm around her waist and led her away from her former dance partner. The man had left without a word and went straight to the bar.
"Job offer and proposition. Told her no on the job and we'll see on the proposition. You?"
"Trophy mistress. But he had a sudden change of heart and he's decided to confess his affairs to his wife in the morning and agree to whatever she wants in the divorce. Probably off to get good and liquored up first."
"Nice one, Mistress. Er, MY Mistress, not the trophy kind."
"Hey, I could be a trophy. I'm a fuckin' catch, Mister," Julie said with a playful little push.
"I'll be sure to mount you on the display case when we get home."
"That sounds dangerous. How about mount me on the bed and work our way there," Julie asked, sliding her hand down his back to grab his ass.
The waltz ended and the orchestra changed to a tango. Troy returned the ass-grab and led Julie to the center of the floor.
"After the party, sure. Still feeling pretty well-fucked from this afternoon."
"Me too," she smiled, meeting his gaze as they danced. "Thank you for that, Master. I know you don't like using the Special Trigger."
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione whispered into the ear of her dance partner.
"Carlos, we appreciate the gift you have brought to the party. I'm certain that my guests who partake will put it to good use. As for the cartel setting up operations in San Finzione; feel the heat of my body pressing against you and relax deeper as I explain why you will tell your bosses why it would not be a good idea..."
* * *
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