Chapter 19

Alejandra and Joe had a most loving night together in Barcelona. And then a day in Milan celebrating.

Her photographer friend had brought someone to the shoot. An older Italian gentleman. A director. A bit heavy, but still handsome.

“I will fuck you for a part,” she told him in Italian, making him laugh.

“I have that reputation,” he replied.

“Warranted?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether my wife approves. She was my first actress.”

“Approves?”

“She would wish a taste?”

“Not my thing. But for a part?”

They laughed again.

The multilingual photographer clued Joe in. “Is he kidding?” Joe asked.

“No,” said the photographer.

“I often wondered what became of that intense young woman in those Spanish melodramas,” the director said.

“And my friend told you?”

“Your husband wished you not to work. I suppose I can’t blame him. Wanting such beauty to himself. And you for having him as well.”

“Rico showed you pictures.”

“Yes.”

“Al is no longer so handsome.”

“Well, age can be a most corrosive thing. Things change for the worse.” He patted his belly.

“Not in your case.”

“Yours as well,” he smiled.

“But my husband looks every day of his debauched life. Did Rico tell you who he is?”

“Alex,” Rico reprimanded.

“Of course,” Alejandra muttered. “You should know my husband can be dangerous.”

“He is jealous?” the director asked.

Alejandra laughed. “Jealous? Joe here is my lover. Possessive is more like it. As in I’m his possession. Does your wife look like me? Dark hair? Mediterranean features?”

“Blonde actually. Lovely brown eyes though. Why?”

“I thought perhaps a foursome? That might ease his possessiveness. But he wouldn’t be interested.”

“I wouldn’t either. I am the jealous type. As far as men go.”

“Ah well. Thank you for coming. Rico, perhaps we could work on my headshots now?”

“Please, Alejandra,” the director begged. “I have a part you were meant to play.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Alejandra smirked.

“Listen to him Alex,” Rico insisted.

“What are you afraid of?” the director asked.

“Not for me. For you. Some small roll would be fine. A short shooting schedule. But to be featured? And perhaps contracted? Would it be just this role, or... ?”

“I do like to work from a pool of actors. I certainly wouldn’t mind you being included.”

“Which is what I’m afraid of.”

“I’m well protected, Alejandra. As is my wife. We represent a great deal of money, some of it not all that savory.”

“Like perhaps from a certain southern Italian island?”

“I can’t say.”

She smiled. “I feel safer. For you. Tell me about ... me.”

He laughed. “It’s a role I’ve never been able to fill, which keeps me delaying the project. A mysterious, beautiful, treacherous older woman. Basically who you’re younger characters would have been if they hadn’t always gotten their comeuppance. Someone who would take all focus, including from the stars. Rico knew my frustration. Showed me pictures of the way you look. Fairly recent pictures. Why he knew you’d fascinated me. Then ... you want to act again. I brought my 16mm camera. Rico has a video camera. Let me get the script. How good are you at memorizing? Or Rico can make cards.”

“I’m a quick study.”

“Good.”

The director handed her some pages.

“Give me an hour or so,” she said.

“Perhaps lunch?” Rico suggested.

“Good idea.”

“Perhaps I can get it,” Joe offered.

“Let my assistant,” Rico smiled. “He knows Italian, unlike you.”

“True,” Joe sighed. He found a chair and pulled out a notebook. Started a new poem. An advantage being a writer.

After a couple hours and a delicious lunch of Tuscan style pizza and a salad with olives, prosciutto, goat cheese and oil and vinegar dressing (“Italian,” Joe quipped to himself) Alejandra began her audition.

“Tell me how you started in acting,” the director asked.

She told him about running away, getting juvenile roles leading to the roles he knew her for.

“Tell me about why you quit.”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Fair enough. Let’s do the reading.”

He fed her lines. A monologue ended it. Joe thought she was good, but figured the camera would make it better. Despite years in between, she knew how to play to it, and how to keep things subtle.

“Brava,” said the director.

“Should we still do the headshots?” Alejandra asked.

“Let’s wait to see if they’re needed,” said Rico.

“You will know soon,” said the director. Alejandra gave him her cell phone number, purchased just a couple days before, since a cell phone would represent too much freedom.

A taxi brought Joe and Alejandra to a hotel in Milan. Her smile never left her face. “You did well,” Joe said, embracing her in the room.

“I killed it,” she said, making him laugh. “Make love to me.” She bounced onto the bed.

“Yes Estella,” he grinned.

He loomed over her, kissing. Stripping her clothing and kissing each bit of flesh made naked. By the time he removed her panties, she was panting. His tongue didn’t take long to make her cum.

“Please,” she moaned. He started to remove his shirt. “Just fuck me.” He shrugged, pulled down his pants and underpants and sank into her abundant wetness. He fucked her hard, leaning over her to suckle her nipples. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her into his thrusts. Not long after, she came again, much harder than the first. Only then did she unbutton his shirt while his cock remained inside her. Her hands removed it, and she pulled him into a kiss. He started thrusting. “Wait,” she moaned. “Turn us over.” He did, keeping inside her. Somehow she turned around, and leaning forward, she removed his pants. She kept leaning forward, and in order to remain inside, he moved from beneath her and ended up behind her. Doggy style. “Cum for me,” she insisted. Once more driving hard and fast, one hand gently spanking while the other reached around to rub her clit, he edged towards climax. When she reached back and bounced his balls and carefully squeezed, he finally let loose. As if waiting for it, she joined him. The reverse of what he would do. Stilled, they seemed to relish the counterpoint pulses where their genitals joined.

Once the last spurt ended, she moved off him and turned around, caressing his spent penis. Her mouth took hold of it. “No,” she said when he tried urging her to straddle his face. “Let me worship this most worthy cock.”

It took time, her being extra gentle and teasing, but the result was inevitable. “There,” she grinned, and climbed up over her success and led it back inside. Her cunt moved up and down slowly. Her body tilted slowly downwards until their mouths met. Only her hips moved to continue the fucking. Everywhere else kept still to continue the kiss. Which gradually intensified. Until she needed to fuck him harder, and she lifted her torso, pulling his hands to her tits. Her hands squeezing his. Letting him know she wanted it rough. Then bouncing wildly, almost painful in her impact, until she stilled and growled, cumming once more.

He took hold of her, pulling her close and turning them over. Once more fucking her the way they started, one hand gripping her ass while the other worried her nipple. His teeth took hold of the other. Fucking through yet another climax, he released the nipple from his mouth, grabbed both asscheeks, and pounded into her to his final release. Collapsing atop her. Wanting to roll her over so as not to crush her.

“No,” she murmured. “Stay.”

He did, propping up a little, though she ended up clutching him anyway and pulling herself against him. Staying like that until his penis finally slipped out of her, and sighing when it did. Only then did she urge him to turn over, and she rested against his side.

“Joe,” she murmured, lifting her head to look at him.

“I know,” he smiled.

She gently kissed his lips and brought her head to his chest. He kissed her forehead and relaxed.

The phone woke them up. She reached for it. “Yes?” she asked in Italian. “Yes,” she grinned, holding back her excitement. “You can text me? Okay.” She ended the call, dropped the phone and stood, bouncing on the bed. “I got it!” she exclaimed. The dark and serious woman acting childish endeared her to Joe even more. She dropped onto him.

“Oomph,” Joe reacted.

“I got it Joe,” she repeated, lifting up and gazing down at him, her eyes wide in amazement.

“Of course you did, Estella,” he chuckled.

Somehow her broad smile changed into a pout. “But my poor pussy can’t handle any more celebration. And I didn’t even have to fuck him or his blonde, brown eyed wife.”

The phone chirped. She read the text. “Louis wishes me to meet his wife.”

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“How?”

“Luigi has a villa between here and Rome.”

“How are we getting there?”

The hotel phone rang. “That’s how. Rico?” she said into the phone. “Ten minutes?”

They each had day bags. A quick shared shower, and they changed into new clothing and headed out.

“I know the way,” Rico smiled. His small panel truck had only one other seat.

“You should go,” said Joe.

“I can sit on your lap,” Alejandra suggested.

“This is for you.”

“But maybe Luigi’s wife can join your harem.”

“Except Luigi...”

“Jealous.”

They hugged and kissed.

“What are you going to do Joe?” Rico asked.

“A late flight,” Joe said.

“I can take you to the airport.”

“It’s not out of the way?”

“Does it matter? For the man who has made Alex happy?”

“I think you’re the man who made her happy.”

“Nonsense. Get in.”

So Alejandra did end up on Joe’s lap. Happily. Joe didn’t mind either, even if she was a little bony.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” she asked, squirming a little, which brought a bit of heat and subtle caress to his reviving cock.

“I do need to get back to Rome,” he said.

“I will see you there tomorrow.”

“You’ll be there?”

“Part of the text. The address to Luigi’s studio. We’re having a meeting there.”

“I’ll need to be with Esther. She wants to do some sightseeing. We’re hiring a car. Going to Greece that way.”

“You’re saying you won’t be there? You aren’t going to say goodbye?”

“The plan was for you to come back with me tonight. I would have said goodbye in the morning.”

“Oh. So you weren’t ever planning to join me at Luigi’s villa.”

“Not necessarily, though it does make sense. I thought I’d get a lift to the train or something. But I think this is better. Me not being there.”

“I suppose.”

“I didn’t want to distract from your happiness.”

“Too late. But I am being a selfish cunt. This was inevitable.”

“Yeah. I do want to see you again. Come to New York. I can show you my town.”

“Maybe I could bring Lizabeth. A cultural tour.”

“I imagine she’d love that. And of course Celia will be there.”

“Of course. You know I’ll need permission.”

“Does Al go to America?”

“Not for years. From when we got along. I guess he stopped trusting me alone in my big cage.”

“So he wouldn’t take you?”

“He never took his Catalan bride far from her Catalan home. A debauched weekend at some villa. Our visits to the Saudi Arabia harem was as far as I ever got.”

“I thought...” Joe stopped.

“The syndicate,” said Rico. “I know all about it. Family. I’m a black sheep, but they leave me alone as long as I keep quiet.”

“It’s more than that,” said Alejandra. “He’s a favorite photographer.”

“My shame,” said Rico. “Although I could put together a startling picture book of their transgressions if it wouldn’t get me killed.”

“I have a feeling it would be dangerous if I wrote a novel based on it,” said Joe.

“Please don’t,” said Alejandra.

Joe nodded, but couldn’t help imagining another sort of trilogy. About leagues of criminals and their exploitation of women. Celia, Liz and Alejandra. And maybe the third set in America. He’d met enough whores what with Cheryl’s research years before, though there’d never been the interconnectedness of the syndicate or the white slavery rings. That he knew about.

“So Al’s involvement doesn’t include America?” Joe asked.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Alejandra. “But probably not. I think Spain, France and the German speaking countries are his territories.”

“Then why go to America at all?”

“Perhaps he stepped on too many toes there,” said Rico.

“Organized crime has been strong in America,” Joe agreed. “If it’s weakened, it’s only been recently.” Which made Joe think about the Russian mafia, perhaps taking control over what had been the actual mafia’s thing. Bringing Russian women to the states. But did the mafia’s control of brothels even exist by then? Perhaps a parallel exploitation.

“We’re here,” said Rico.

Once out of the van, Joe and Alejandra hugged and kissed. “I’ll try,” she said with a sniffle.

“Please do.”

“Maybe come visit if I can’t?”

“I don’t know when.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay.”

He walked away, looking back to see her watching him. They nodded and smiled sadly. He sighed when he passed through the door.

His flight arrived late in Rome. Both Celia and Ginny greeted him with hugs and kisses. More than one person glanced at Joe with envy.

“You thought Esther would be here,” Ginny smirked.

“No. Maybe. But it makes sense. She’s with Stuart.”

“And Kat’s with José,” Ginny added. “Believe me, she wanted to be here.”

Joe sighed. “Maybe I should just tell her to go home.”

“Maybe that would be enough of a threat,” said Celia.

Joe nodded. Katrina seemed to want to be with him all the time. And not to share. She wasn’t interested in sleeping with other women. Not in the least bisexual. And Eddie hadn’t interested her. Perhaps because Rachel would be there as well. Or perhaps she was just obsessed with Joe.

Joe had given into her desires, which he felt he was doing more and more, two more times. And he admitted they were lovely nights. Poetry and loving. Their success fueling her obsession.

When the three arrived, they headed to Eddie’s suite. Another night of domination of Celia over Eddie. Ending, as it always did, with Celia being double fucked. Ginny at the periphery adding hands and tongue. Then, after Celia relieved herself in the toilet, Ginny joined Joe in the shower, cleaning his dirtied cock before sucking it hard again. When they exited, Celia and Eddie entered, naked, Celia preparing a bath for them to share. And chat.

Joe took his time making love to Ginny. Several of her orgasms later, Eddie and Celia joined them. Ginny shifted to riding Eddie’s cock while Celia rode Joe’s, Joe holding back just enough for Celia to cum before turning them over and fucking her to his own completion.

Each woman with the man they’d been fucking sucked that cock to hardness. Joe entered his erection into Ginny from behind before pulling out and having Ginny shift over to Eddie, riding him. Celia prepared Joe’s cock and Ginny’s anus, and the second double penetration happened. A much gentler one and a quicker one, just long enough for Ginny to nearly pass out from her orgasm and Eddie to release his cum at the same time. Joe remained hard after.

“Bath?” he asked Ginny.

“I’m okay,” she replied softly. “But give me a minute.”

“Of course.”

She staggered to the bathroom, completely spent.

When she returned, the others were chatting. Joe telling them about his plans with Essie.

“What about Kat?” she asked when she joined them. “What do you think, Eddie?”

“I think we should get rid of the bitch,” said Eddie. “She won’t even fuck me.”

They laughed, with Celia hitting Eddie hard. “Seriously,” said Ginny.

“Eddie does have a point,” Joe said, “however crudely put. I can tell Katrina isn’t immune to the Eddie effect.”

“What’s the Eddie effect?” Celia asked.

“Watching Eddie makes women cream their pants,” Ginny giggled.

“Oh that effect,” Celia blushed.

“You’re not immune?” Ginny smirked.

“I guess not. You?”

“It’s different working with him. Like knowing all the tricks or something.”

“So you think she’d act like a groupie,” Eddie said.

“She actually said she wouldn’t mind when we first met,” Joe explained. “She might have been kidding, but I could see the truth in her words. I can’t imagine her interest changing. The opposite actually. Perhaps having Rachel invite her might have dissuaded her.”

“I don’t think so,” said Eddie.

“Why not?”

“Because I can read women too, Joe.”

“Fuck you.”

“Stop staying that if you don’t mean it.”

“Shut up,” Joe chuckled.

“Anyway,” Eddie winked, “It’s like I don’t exist after the show or during intermissions. Only you, Joe. Believe me I tried to connect. She’s cute.”

“Rachel offered,” Joe said.

“And Kat refused without a thought.”

“Not even a temptation.”

“No.”

“You think if Joe threatens to kick her off the tour, she’ll stop obsessing?” Ginny asked. “At least so obviously.”

“Worth a try,” Eddie shrugged.

“You just want to shag her,” said Celia with a slug.

“Like I said, she’s cute,” Eddie rubbed his shoulder.

“And she has an incredible body,” said Joe.

“So you don’t want her gone,” Eddie chuckled.

“I am attracted to her,” Joe admitted. “And not just her body. I like her.”

“You love her Joe,” said Celia.

“That too. But I genuinely like our time together. Which doesn’t make it any better for Katrina.”

“No it wouldn’t,” Ginny pouted. “That’s the problem.”

“It is. She’s never been that close emotionally with any man. Including her husband.”

“Especially her husband,” said Ginny.

“I don’t know about that. They love each other. José has a hard time expressing it in a tangible manner. They’ve been friends all their lives. I think he knows how to pleasure her. But there’s obviously something missing.”

“You think he pleasures her?”

“I’m not certain. I’ve asked her about it, but she won’t talk about it. Maybe I should insist.”

“Maybe you should,” said Celia.

Joe sighed. And nodded. “I should probably try to get some sleep.”

“Come to the bathroom,” said Celia. “Let me clean you off.”

“Right,” Joe chuckled.

“Sit,” she said when they entered the bathroom, gesturing to the commode. Joe sat. Celia cleaned his penis and then began sucking it.

“Celia,” Joe moaned.

“Let me please. I’ll miss you too.”

“Okay.”

She got him hard. Then rode him on the seat. Then Joe carefully brought them to the floor where he made love to her. Letting go of any resistance, becoming completely sensitive, he managed to cum once more seconds after she did.

“Thanks,” she smiled, pulling him down for a kiss.

“My pleasure, beautiful,” he returned after it, kissing her again. “But I do need to sleep.”

“I know.”

“Would you like a day in Athens before you leave?”

“Yes please. What about Esther?”

“Maybe the two of you?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she giggled.

Essie woke Joe the next morning. Not a lot of sleep, but he felt rested enough. “Come on,” she insisted quietly. Joe tossed on his clothes from the day before and collected his day bag and his shoulder bag. Instead of punching the floor of his room, she pressed the lobby. “Your bags are in the car,” she explained.

“I need to shower,” Joe reminded her.

“Oh poo,” she said cutely, then smiled. “They have a shower downstairs.”

They did, between the pool and the workout room. He showered and dressed, commando. A cute Italian sports car awaited them. “There’s room in the trunk?” Joe asked.

“Just enough,” Essie giggled, opening it. He placed his bags in what room there was and shut it.

“You’re driving?” he asked.

“Of course. I have a European license.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You know I come to Europe for clients.”

“All too well.”

“I miss you too,” she smiled and sped off onto the street. A little fast, but not too fast. Not uncomfortably fast. And this was a sports car. “I enjoy little excursions when I can,” she explained. “Sometimes just to get away from the clients.”

“They get grabby.”

“Their eyes do. I keep it to meetings. Don’t even stay in the same hotel.”

“Just business.”

“Exactly. They get the message.”

“If they don’t?”

“They do,” she smiled.

“Uhm ... Breakfast?”

“Patience,” Essie smirked.

They stopped at a small café outside Rome. The sun was just rising. Joe realized she’d left early enough to miss the traffic. The café was opening as they arrived. “You’re brilliant,” he said, kissing her before they entered.

She just smiled. Radiantly. The redness of the sunrise kissed her cheeks.

A modest breakfast of fresh made bread, fresh fruit, local cheese, amazing espresso. Absolutely delicious. With a charming young couple hovering over them.

“A woman whom the client met showed me this place,” Essie explained. “Her niece and nephew in law started it about four years ago. It gets very busy later.”

“I imagine,” Joe said.

Essie conversed easily with the owners, translating sometimes. Stopping when other customers arrived, but that was nearly upon completion of their food. When he paid the bill, the woman handed him a brown bag. “Picnic,” Essie explained, taking plastic liters of water and juice. “Nonalcoholic wine,” she quipped.

Everything but the water went into the overstuffed trunk. Then they drove off.

By the time they reached Athens three days later, Joe decided it had been some of the best three days of his life. Incredible scenery accompanied by an incredible woman. Beginning with a lovely picnic atop a hill overlooking a quaint town and near a large villa. “I know the owner,” Essie said. They ended up making love there under a darkening sky. A day in Florence and a day in Venice. Leaving Venice the next morning, a man meeting them at the airport to take the car.