Under My Voodoo
Experienced
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- Mar 16, 2005
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I couldn't take it anymore. The late nights, the loud music, the utter lack of respect for my personal space. I had to leave, and it needed to be sooner than later. A month had gone by and I hadn't even begun my dissertation. As I sat at my desk with a newspaper over my head, attempting to drown out the drunken revelry in the next room, I saw an add for a house sitter.
The next morning I found myself speaking to the woman of the house over an intercom at the front gate of what looked like Tony Montana’s compound. I half expected to see a tiger walking across the grounds as I drove past the Iron Gate. After parking the car next to what looked like a 69 green triumph, I walked up the front porch to an enormous oak door. I lifted the ornately crafted brass knocker and knocked twice. The sound magnified by the oak door was quite loud and startled me at first. I was let in by a cute looking young Italian girl who was dressed in your typical French maid uniform. She informed me that the lady of the house was just finishing packing and that she would be right down. All I could do was stare at this incredible house. I couldn't believe I would be staying here for the next month and a half. The furniture was a plush brick colored leather that matched the hard wood interior of the house. Oh, man, the Italians know how to decorate. Fine art and sculptures dotted every few inches of wall space. I was just as astonished as I saw a beautiful older woman come down the stairs.
"Hello, you must be Sean, I'm Mrs. Pileggi." She offers me her small manicured hand.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Sean. Nice to meet you Mrs. Pileggi" Taking her small delicate hand in my large calloused hand.
Over the next half hour, Mrs. Pileggi went of the basic daily chores she needed me to tend to. I did my best to be respectful, keep my eyes on her eyes, and listen closely to every word. However, if I wasn't glancing down at her breasts in a low cut black dress, I was daydreaming about all of the peace in quit I would get in this beautiful house.
While Mrs. Pileggi gave me the tour, I couldn't help but notice pictures all over the house of a gorgeous black hair brown eyed olive skinned girl. The pictures ranged from her being a baby, to a toddler, and up and up. The majority of the pictures were of her in her late teens.
"Who's this?" I ask as I pick up one of the picture frames.
"Oh that's Mr. Pileggi's daughter, my step daughter. She's not around very much. Her father has sent her to an all girls catholic school since preschool. She started at Sacred Heart University this year, an all girls catholic college. Mr. Pileggi is very protective of his little girl."
"Oh, I see..." Weird.
The tour ended back at the giant oak door. I had a good feeling about all of this. I was going to be able to get all of the work I needed to get done with absolutely no distractions.
"Alright, one last thing. If anybody comes to the house, do not let them in, no matter who it is. I don't care if they are the cops, FBI, DEA, no one. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am of course." the thought of why the FBI might want to get in worried be for a second, but I figured "hey they're not going to be here, what do I care, how he makes his money. I felt I was in the clear, when Mr. Pileggi came walking down the front staircase. He was a big man. Not fat, just big, he had to be at least 6'4 and weigh 290. His eyes were like ice as his glare locked on to me as he came down the stairs. He only said four words to me as we walked past me to the limo. He stopped, towering over me, he looked into my eyes and said "Don't Fuck up kid, Don’t fuck up" and then they were gone.
I spent the first day just sampling the fine liquors from the enormous liquor cabinet. It was getting late and I was bout to turn in when I heard a knock on the front door. "Oh, shit, it's fucking hit men, I'm dead, I knew I shouldn't have touched his booze." I grabbed a fire poker as I made my way to the front door. I opened the door just a crack and saw a beautiful young woman swaying in the wind. Confused I open the door the rest of the way to let a young Ms. Pileggi fall through the door into my arms. The smell of vodka was all over her. She could barley keep her eyes open. I didn't know what to do. I needed to do something, so I placed my hands on her hips and tossed her over my shoulder; I quickly ran her up to one of the man bedrooms and tossed her on the bed. I took one more look at her before I shut the door and went to my own room to sleep.
The next morning I was standing in the master bathroom naked right out of the shower, shaving, I had forgotten the events of last night and had left the door unlocked.
Standing at the sink butt naked, shaving, I didn't hear you come in.
OCC: for those of you who have read through all of my grammatical errors and still want to play. I’m looking for someone to play Maria Pileggi. A sexually frustrated college girl.
The next morning I found myself speaking to the woman of the house over an intercom at the front gate of what looked like Tony Montana’s compound. I half expected to see a tiger walking across the grounds as I drove past the Iron Gate. After parking the car next to what looked like a 69 green triumph, I walked up the front porch to an enormous oak door. I lifted the ornately crafted brass knocker and knocked twice. The sound magnified by the oak door was quite loud and startled me at first. I was let in by a cute looking young Italian girl who was dressed in your typical French maid uniform. She informed me that the lady of the house was just finishing packing and that she would be right down. All I could do was stare at this incredible house. I couldn't believe I would be staying here for the next month and a half. The furniture was a plush brick colored leather that matched the hard wood interior of the house. Oh, man, the Italians know how to decorate. Fine art and sculptures dotted every few inches of wall space. I was just as astonished as I saw a beautiful older woman come down the stairs.
"Hello, you must be Sean, I'm Mrs. Pileggi." She offers me her small manicured hand.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Sean. Nice to meet you Mrs. Pileggi" Taking her small delicate hand in my large calloused hand.
Over the next half hour, Mrs. Pileggi went of the basic daily chores she needed me to tend to. I did my best to be respectful, keep my eyes on her eyes, and listen closely to every word. However, if I wasn't glancing down at her breasts in a low cut black dress, I was daydreaming about all of the peace in quit I would get in this beautiful house.
While Mrs. Pileggi gave me the tour, I couldn't help but notice pictures all over the house of a gorgeous black hair brown eyed olive skinned girl. The pictures ranged from her being a baby, to a toddler, and up and up. The majority of the pictures were of her in her late teens.
"Who's this?" I ask as I pick up one of the picture frames.
"Oh that's Mr. Pileggi's daughter, my step daughter. She's not around very much. Her father has sent her to an all girls catholic school since preschool. She started at Sacred Heart University this year, an all girls catholic college. Mr. Pileggi is very protective of his little girl."
"Oh, I see..." Weird.
The tour ended back at the giant oak door. I had a good feeling about all of this. I was going to be able to get all of the work I needed to get done with absolutely no distractions.
"Alright, one last thing. If anybody comes to the house, do not let them in, no matter who it is. I don't care if they are the cops, FBI, DEA, no one. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am of course." the thought of why the FBI might want to get in worried be for a second, but I figured "hey they're not going to be here, what do I care, how he makes his money. I felt I was in the clear, when Mr. Pileggi came walking down the front staircase. He was a big man. Not fat, just big, he had to be at least 6'4 and weigh 290. His eyes were like ice as his glare locked on to me as he came down the stairs. He only said four words to me as we walked past me to the limo. He stopped, towering over me, he looked into my eyes and said "Don't Fuck up kid, Don’t fuck up" and then they were gone.
I spent the first day just sampling the fine liquors from the enormous liquor cabinet. It was getting late and I was bout to turn in when I heard a knock on the front door. "Oh, shit, it's fucking hit men, I'm dead, I knew I shouldn't have touched his booze." I grabbed a fire poker as I made my way to the front door. I opened the door just a crack and saw a beautiful young woman swaying in the wind. Confused I open the door the rest of the way to let a young Ms. Pileggi fall through the door into my arms. The smell of vodka was all over her. She could barley keep her eyes open. I didn't know what to do. I needed to do something, so I placed my hands on her hips and tossed her over my shoulder; I quickly ran her up to one of the man bedrooms and tossed her on the bed. I took one more look at her before I shut the door and went to my own room to sleep.
The next morning I was standing in the master bathroom naked right out of the shower, shaving, I had forgotten the events of last night and had left the door unlocked.
Standing at the sink butt naked, shaving, I didn't hear you come in.
OCC: for those of you who have read through all of my grammatical errors and still want to play. I’m looking for someone to play Maria Pileggi. A sexually frustrated college girl.
