Chapter 1

The sun was beating down on my nicely-tanned back as Commissioner Antonelli's beautiful white yacht cut through the rolling waters of the Mediterranean like a butcher's knife through yielding flesh. My Euro-trash flesh was exposed to the maximum of acceptable decorum since there are a few actual wives and daughters in the retinue he always seemed to drag along with him wherever he goes these days.

I had first met Roberto in a bit of a dive just off the harbor in Nice and he was so under the influence of Cognac at the time that I was afraid he would fall down and hurt himself if he took another unsteady step. I didn't know how old he was at the time of our first meeting but from my perspective of just under thirty years of age, he looked definitely older generation to me and I dismissed him out of hand for horizontal activities based on my faulty first look.

However, he was wearing the most adorable three-piece white suit and red tie that went well with his dark good looks. I certainly didn't want anything to harm the perfection of that outfit so I immediately went to his assistance and guided him to my table with absolutely no ulterior motive in the least other than neighborly concern.

It was only slightly less than two years ago, but it almost seems like an eternity as I reminisce about that fateful moment.

I was in the damp and dangerous dive with a bad reputation for shady ladies and nasty characters because I was trying to convince my best friend Adele to come back with me to Paris. I wanted her to try and forget about her cheating husband Claude who was a real girl-chaser and general all-around prick. I would never admit it to her but he had done me against the bathroom door in their apartment while she was serving drinks to his friends shortly after their civil ceremony. I felt so guilty about that incident that I had entered the filthy place just to get her to see reason and forget her campaign to taste every dick on the French Riviera. It was a difficult task because it seemed like almost every swinging dick in the place had intuitive vibes about her mouth-focused attitude and was already taking numbers for their turn.

I suspected that my rescued older gentleman immediately assumed I was one of the "girls" that you find in such a place because his hands on my rump attested to the fact he was more than willing to play with any female with a nice bottom and a dubious repute.

I just laughed at his antics because he was so obviously under the influence of drink that any protest I made would be either unheard or ignored. My friend Adele was noticeably nervous seeing me being pawed by a complete stranger because of my reputation for being a bit standoffish and more attracted to females than to men. I have to admit that I helped foster the misconception because it saved me from a lot of jealous females protecting their two-timing husbands, Adele included. Adele and I were closer than just friends but in both our cases it was just a temporary way to stave off the sense of loneliness when no male was in the picture.

Roberto was coherent enough to get the bartender's attention and he had perfect diction when he gave his order.

He ordered Cognacs all around and sprinkled the tabletop with a bunch of wadded up Euros that resembled trash to be discarded rather than currency. I sat in the middle between Adele and Roberto and was somewhat squashed with the crying Adele on one shoulder and the rambunctious Roberto who was trying his best to investigate if my tits were real or manufactured. I allowed him his explorations because I was more concerned about Adele's problems and besides I could see he was well-dressed and had a manner of speaking French that was cultivated and textured with a hint of his native Italian. Of course, he assumed I was French because that was the language we were speaking and I was after all in a den of obvious iniquity in the middle of the most sinful port city in France.

Let me hasten to explain that I was in France as part of an expansion of my company's move into the French "high style" niche of the market and had been headquartered in Paris for almost a full year. We had invested a lot of money in the project but had come to the conclusion that the buying public in most of the large American cities were more interested in "bargain" rip-offs than in high-end goods and we had all but terminated our proposed merger with one of the prestigious houses in Paris. Only I and a few of the partners in corporate headquarters were aware of that decision but I had already made plans to return to New York City before the end of the month. I was certain the scope of the disaster insured I would never be made a full partner in the business and that bothered me more than the dreaded move back into grim reality of Metropolitan New York away from the flesh-pots and excesses of the City of Love, Paris.

Roberto was now exploring my soft flesh and had his fingers inside my French undies which just so happened to be my favorites. Rather than risk having them ripped or damaged in any way since I really treasured their touch on my skin, I just leaned over to Adele and allowed my boobs to rub her chest suggestively as if I was really into her as a potential lover than as my best friend. It distracted her from the fact that Roberto had inserted two of his rogue fingers into my tiny rear opening and was testing the tightness of my back channel with typical male disregard for female dignity and self-respect. In all honesty, I was not overly upset by his annoying assumption that I was a girl for hire and my juices were beginning to bubble with that familiar surge I knew so well. In fact, I didn't even mind the fact that the public were enjoying the spectacle of a well-dressed upper class female being subjected to such gross indignities right out in the open. In a way I enjoyed the tingle that thought instilled in my brain and I even opened my knees to give the tableau a little more spice.

I extracted his wallet from his back pocket and saw that he had a receipt for slippage at the marina only a short distance from our location. I commandeered Adele's assistance and we managed to get Roberto into a taxi for the short trip to the dock. Fortunately, Roberto was still lucid enough to vouch for both Adele and I at the gangplank and we all boarded the yacht and exited the harbor on route to the island of Sicily which was the next stop on his itinerary. Adele was excited at the prospect never having traveled much outside France in her entire life and I was happy for the change since my time in Paris was definitely at a close and my return to New York was not much to my liking.