Deep Undercovers

"See that I'm not bluffing?" Vinnie asked as he pulled up at her top. he had gotten it up to the bottom of her tits when his cell phone started to ring. "Talk about saved by the bell," Vinnie grumbled as he went for his cell. He noticed people looking in his direction from his actions and from the phone.
 
Carla was a little nervous when Vinnie got close to her and announced:

"See that I'm not bluffing?"

She could feel his big hands pulling at her top. She was trying to hold her top down. In the back of her mind she hoped the top wouldn't rip. The top was rising and she sensed he had successfully pulled it up to the bottom of her huge E-cup tits when Vinnie's cell phone started to ring.

His hands immediately let go as he fumbled for his cell phone. He grumbled:

"Talk about saved by the bell."

"Lucky for me" Carla laughed as she tried to figure out Vinnie. He was very confusing and she was trying to figure a new approach. As Vinnie started to chat on the phone, she pretended to be distracted at the events at another table. In reality, she was carefully trying to overhear the cell conversation....
 
"Hello?" Vinnie asked.

"Hey Vinnie, it's Paulie, where are you at?"

"I'm at dinner and since your interupting make it quick, Paulie."

"Ok, ok," Paulie said, noticing how flustered Vinnie was he knew that meant to talk more in code. Doing so in the past has usually kept them out of a lot of trouble. "Y'know that car you told me to check out earlier today? Well its completely clean on its record, never was stolen, no accidents, nothing. Sounds almost too good to be true, but you know how it is with those kinds of vehicles. Looks quite amazing too, just its a tad dangerous, and you know how the family is concerned about your health. So be careful you know you can never be too careful. I'll look into it some more, just to ease your momma's concern. You know how she went to the hospital the last time something had happened."

"Thanks Paulie good to know," Vinnie said, "I'll see you later, bye."

Paulie hung up, but Vinnie held on to his phone continuing to say "ok" and "uh-huh" to think for a minute or so. It was good to see his nephew was looking out for him. So his research on Carla showed she didn't have a criminal record. So maybe she was just a good natured italian girl, but she seemed a little promiscuous. Not exactly a usual thing for a girl as good as her background would say to just flash her tits in public at him. But then again that sort of thing wouldn't be the easiest thing to find, 'so what might make her dangerous?' Could be anything, best guess would be he thought she might be a cop or maybe some sorta hired hitman or in this case hitwoman.

What was Vinnie gonna do? If she was a hitman he should continue with what he was doing and leave her humiliated. If she was a cop, leaving might be good but it may just put more pressure on the family by bailing. But if he stayed he might be able to show that there's nothing wrong with the Carmonte family. Or she could just be an ordinary girl, just not enough information to know for sure. So the best thing would be to stay and find out more. He finally hung up, went back to his seat and sat down.
 
"If everything okay?" Carla asked nervously. She had sensed some strong sounding words from Vinnie though she had no idea what had been discussed on the phone.

"Do we order?" Carla asked unsure as to what Vinnie might do next. In the past few moments he seemed a lot more unpredictable and more like a mobster than a gentleman.

A waiter approached the table.....
 
"If everything okay?" Carla asked nervously.

"Yes everything's fine just found out some news that coulda been bad but turned out just fine. Kinda like a movie, fearing the hero's gonna die and has no chance to succeed but it works out for the best." Vinnie said.

"Do we order?" Carla asked

A waiter approached the table.....

"Sure thing, ladies first, anything you'd like," Vinnie replied.
 
OCC: My apologies for the delay

IC: Carla breathed out a big breath of air, her breasts leaped up and down in response, when Vinnie assured her:

"Yes everything's fine just found out some news that coulda been bad but turned out just fine. Kinda like a movie, fearing the hero's gonna die and has no chance to succeed but it works out for the best."

There was a tingle between her legs. For a moment, she half expected Vinnie to drag her in the back and fuck her senselessly.

She sensed that Vinnie was talking in double talk. What he had been up to she really didn't know. At this moment, she knew she needed to keep Vinnie's interest, gain his trust, and hopefully he'd have her tag along on some of his social activities so that she could might his "colleagues" and maybe she'd learn some bits and pieces about the "business".


When the waiter approached and Vinnie explained:

"Sure thing, ladies first, anything you'd like."

Looking to the waiter in his red jacket and black pants, she smiles and then rhymed off her order:

"I'll have a white wine, the spicy penne, a garden salad and a glass of water... " Carla spoke clearly but with a bubbly energy.

To her surprise it seemed the waiter was smiling back at her and taking a little oeek down her top. He wasn't so obvious as that, but Carla could sense his interest. Normally she didn't dress like this and hadn't expected this reaction.
 
"I'll have Red Wine, with Fettuccine Alfredo, and a Caesar Salad," Vinnie said. Vinnie noticed the waiter's glance and that he had the nerve to ignore Vinnie. "Hey you, if you're done with you're staring contest that you can't win I'd like to order. Unless you'd rather continue to be disrespectful and rude to the both of us," Vinnie said.

The waiter then noticed who Vinnie was and tried to hide his shock but he noticed and smiled coyly at the waiter. "Now that I have your attention can I order?" The waiter nodded nervously, "Ok like I said, I'll have Red Wine, with Fettuccine Alfredo, and a Caesar Salad, got that this time?" He nodded again, "Good," Vinnie said.
 
Carla listened as Vinnie ordered.

She was shocked and disappointed when Vinnie let out to the waiter:

"Hey you, if you're done with you're staring contest that you can't win I'd like to order. Unless you'd rather continue to be disrespectful and rude to the both of us."

Carla was furious that Vinnie was making a scene at the expense of the poor waiter and herself.

"Vinnie... What are you talking about?" Carla challenged. She knew the waiter wouldn't be in trouble if Carla said Vinnie was mistaken. In the back of her mind, she was a little worried that Vinnie might do something nutty like hit him or have him beaten up.

"Look he's just taking our orders.... Please Vinnie relax...." Carla added with a smile to both Vinnie and the waiter as she tried to portray that everything was in order and under control.

There were some signals being exchanged between the men that Carla didn'y quite get. Then Vinnie added:

"Now that I have your attention can I order?"

The waiter nodded nervously and replied:

"Ok like I said, I'll have Red Wine, with Fettuccine Alfredo, and a Caesar Salad, got that this time?"

The waiter nodded.

"Good," Vinnie said.

Once the waiter had left, Carla looked hard at Vinnie and asked:

"What was that all about?"

Carla was pretending not to have noticed anything and she was eager to hear Vinnie's response. She now guessed he either had a jealous streak or didn't like guys playing in his sandbox no matter how small their shovel.

"The poor waiter is just trying to make a living... I'm a waitress I know!" Carla spoke in an angry tone.

"But let's not fight...."
 
"What was that all about?"Carla asked
"The poor waiter is just trying to make a living... I'm a waitress I know!" Carla spoke in an angry tone.

"You go out and flash your tits to me, and then judge me?" Vinnie exclaimed. "He was being disrespectful to the both of us and I don't appreciate that. It's insulting to me like if I brought us to Hooter's, and checked out every waitress there instead of paying attention to you."

"Let's not fight...." Carla assured him to calm Vinnie down

"Alright, alright," Vinnie said, "what a first date so far, huh?" Vinnie finished with a coy smile. "I can only imagine where it's going to go from here." He was a bit calmer but still on a bit of an edge from what's happened so far. Trying his best to hide how tense he was, it wasn't easy to be a man in his position.
 
Carla was annoyed at Vinnie when he explained away his behavior:

"You go out and flash your tits to me, and then judge me?"

"What?" Carla gasped.

"You're the first man I've ever met who didn't see that as fun and exciting!" Carla hissed at him.

Carla crossed her arms though it did little to hide her huge breasts. She was angry with Vinnie for losing his cool with the waiter.

Vinnie went off with his explanation:

"He was being disrespectful to the both of us and I don't appreciate that. It's insulting to me like if I brought us to Hooter's, and checked out every waitress there instead of paying attention to you."

"Oh shit... You're full of it.... He wasn't disrespecting me at all... People look at other people all the time... I'm sure you notice people too.... He was very polite.... You're just over reacting" Carla retorted. She was enjoying this little argument and it made her blood boil and her heart pump faster.

Trying to calm him down Carla tried to cool him off. Vinnie seemed agreeable to not fighting so Carla flashed him a smile and uncrossed her arms. She gave a little to her shoulders and her breasts swayed back and forth.

Vinnie now seemed to lose confidence in Carla's mind as he lamented:

"Alright, alright ... what a first date so far, huh? ... I can only imagine where it's going to go from here."

"Relax... Let's get a bit to eat... Then we can even go to my apartment.... You know.... for coffee or something" Carla grinned as she winked at him. Unknown to Vinnie the whole apartment was a set-up. It had listening bugs and cameras every where. She wasn't sure if she could lure him there and get him to talk. The last thing she wanted was to fuck this mobster while her police buddies videotaped the whole thing and later it become published in some court proceeding.

"Or maybe you have other ideas?" suggested Carla.
 
"Or maybe you have other ideas?" suggested Carla.

"As a matter of fact I do," Vinnie said, "I think its a much better idea to go to my place, it'll probably be just as private. If you don't like it I suppose we could go elseware and go to a hotel, cause coffee isn't exclusive to your place." Vinnie never could be too careful, and Carla was coming on to him hard. Especially since everyone knew that coffee usually meant sex, except when it really meant coffee. Guess all he could do was play his cards right and see where things went
 
Carla was a little surprised when Vinnie didn't take the bait. Instead he responded to her invitation with one of his own:

"As a matter of fact I do.... I think its a much better idea to go to my place, it'll probably be just as private. If you don't like it I suppose we could go else ware and go to a hotel, cause coffee isn't exclusive to your place."

"Oh I hate hotels.... Cold and impersonal.... I suppose if you can make me a wonderful vanilla cappuccino we could chat and have a coffee at your place... I wasn't planning a late night tonight... I have to work the early shift tomorrow" explained Carla.

"and... you still haven't told me that much about yourself" Carla pressed him. She wanted to get some good detail for her first report.
 
"Vanilla cappuccino?" Vinnie asked, "I think my kitchen can handle that. If not we'll figure out something along the way. I'm terrible about introductions, whenver I need to do introductions no one seems too happy," Vinnie told her. "It may be that I have some rumor about me, I'm not sure anymore," he lied. Usually not a good idea for someone of his background to just be upfront about everything. But part of him told him he should trust Carla, yet another said she was bad news.

"Well, I started out working for my uncle making deliveries from his shop, he was a good man and knew to always look after family. Then I kinda went and worked for another uncle where I'd collect payments, or resort to other means," he told her.

"Uh, I guess I was sorta like a repo man then, after that it was a few odd jobs here and there for the local community. Until I was able to get where I am now as ..., uh, a consultant trying to help everyone out and everyone get their part," he continued. "Well I don't know, like I said, I'm terrible at these sorts o' things, and everyone wants to know something different. So I guess ask away and I'll try to answer."
 
Carla smiled at Vinnie. She was debating just how far she would need to go to reel Vinnie into her clutches. She sensed he was a player and she might need to farther than she wanted to. Inside she was an introvert and Vinnie wasn't the man of her dreams. He represented everything she hated. However, this was work, she was trying to be provocative, sexy, daring and alluring. Vinnie probably knew a lot of women so she had to cut the competition down fast.

Vinnie seemed to smile as he repeated her request:

"Vanilla cappuccino?... I think my kitchen can handle that. If not we'll figure out something along the way. I'm terrible about introductions, whenever I need to do introductions no one seems too happy... It may be that I have some rumor about me, I'm not sure anymore."

"Yeah... sounds great...." Carla grinned as she accepted his kitchen invitation.

Vinnie started to tell her about his life:

"Well, I started out working for my uncle making deliveries from his shop, he was a good man and knew to always look after family. Then I kinda went and worked for another uncle where I'd collect payments, or resort to other means."

"Sounds like quite the job" Carla replied in a voice that feigned interest. She smiled encouraging as she fidgeted slightly which gave her huge breasts a little jiggle.


Vinnie went on:

"Uh, I guess I was sorta like a repo man then, after that it was a few odd jobs here and there for the local community. Until I was able to get where I am now as ..., uh, a consultant trying to help everyone out and everyone get their part," he continued.

"A consultant? That's sounds really cool... You may do really well.... Looking at your cloths and car, you must be really successful" Carla spoke in a flattering manner.

Vinnie went on:

"Well I don't know, like I said, I'm terrible at these sorts o' things, and everyone wants to know something different. So I guess ask away and I'll try to answer."

"You seem to be doing great at telling me about yourself. In comparison... I'm boring... I'm a local girl.... now working as a waitress..... until I met Mr. Right" Carla beamed.

"You know... you really are quite handsome... I bet you've had a lot of girlfriends..." Carla prompted.
 
"You seem to be doing great at telling me about yourself. In comparison... I'm boring... I'm a local girl.... now working as a waitress..... until I met Mr. Right" Carla beamed.

Vinnie forced a smile back, her becoming clingy and calling him Mr. Right, on the first day they've met was a little suspicous if not creepy. It was possible that she was talking about someone else and he was just a friend, he reasoned.

"You know... you really are quite handsome... I bet you've had a lot of girlfriends..." Carla prompted.

'Well there goes the friend theory,' thought Vinnie. "Thank you, but I wouldn't say I've had a lot of girlfriends but I will admit there have been a few," he said was only a dozen or three after all. He wasn't one to brag but he'd been around the block a bit, but he kept to himself. Unlike his cousins, nephews, and even some of his predecessors that would get in trouble one way or the other whether it was with the law or with their wives.

"What about you, Carla? You have a lot of boyfriends, cause I'd be surprized to hear otherwise. Smart and pretty girl like you, I'd bet you'd need to fight them off to get a moment alone."
 
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