The Debt -Grdybiwife & LiteTouch

[LiteTouch10]

Toni Borina - Boro to his friends was having a good day. The Chairman- Chief Exec and Owner of Borina Enterprises was negotiating his latest deal. And Boro loved deals. With offices in Palermo, London and Sydney the old family Mafia business had fingers in a whole lot of pies. Mostly legal now, for gone were the days of Grand-Papa Borina when no-one asked what went on behind the respectable splendid villa on the outskirts of Palermo.

Now it was almost all legit- well the bits folk talked about- the international conglomerate of shipping, exports and technology. But there was still a dark side verging on the illegal- business deals- girls- parties-clubs, the side men liked and women could enjoy if they had certain leanings. It was the murky side of business- the side of the business Boro loved to play in for relaxation for Boro had appetites that had to be fed.

Tall, cool and smooth- with that unique Italian charm and sophistication - to all outward appearances Boro was the embodiment of success. The alpha male who knew what he liked and got it. But if you were a woman he wanted- or a man in his way- then it could be trouble unless you paid- or said yes.

Now in his Naples Board Room at 5 pm on a Friday and a plane waiting, he had Snr Ricardo Carmody just where he wanted him-nailed. Carmody needed to sell his Italian distribution network. Ever since he suspected Carmody was double crossing him Boro had squeezed gently over the years. That is until Carmody was cornered- or bluntly, he had run out of cash. Boro didn't need to confront, it wasn't his style. The word would be out that Carmody had stepped out of line, broken the code. Now the deal was struck except as Boro put it- just one little item was left- just a ‘goodwill gesture’ that would cost Carmody nothing more. Just his daughter Sophia for a week. Boro’s prize for a week’s pleasure- no strings attached. She would be wined, dined, treated like a Princess and discover more about sex than many women would in a lifetime of lovers.

“I’ll transfer the money as soon as she reaches my villa Snr Carmody.- my plane leaves in an hour. My Lamborghini's outside waiting- please- tell her to come.” Boro chuckled- but his eyes were dark. “Don’t worry Ricardo. “Don’t believe what people tell you about me, she will love it- probably plead to stay longer - I’ll treat her like one of my own”. He paused. ” She’s a beautiful girl, more a woman- she needs to learn.........so much............Trust me......So beautiful.” And his dark eyes burned with the certainty of a man who knew what he wanted and would get it. “Tell her to come just as she is. handbag and her make up. She won't need anything more.”

There was nothing Carmody could do, just talk to Sophia and tell her the deal. With that Boro stood and held out his hand indicating the meeting was over. His finance guy at his side smiled as they left the room. Boro knew Sophia had to follow - she had just half an hour.

 

[grdybiwife]

When Sophia's father called her frantic she'd thought the worse but she never suspected that he might use her as a bargaining chip. She knew his business had taken a hit with the market crash but she never expected to be pawned off to settle his debts.

All her life her father had been like a super hero in her eyes, she was daddy's little girl, and now she realized it was all a lie. He was not an honest businessman who'd fallen on hard times. He was just as much a criminal as the slick haired sleazeballs that she tried to avoid at the cafe where she worked.

"Please, Sophia," her father pleaded with tears in his eyes. "He'll kill me and take over the business and you'll have nothing. Please Sophia you must."

Her father was all she had, Sophia didn't care about the business, and he knew that. Her entire life he had been lying to her and only now did she realize it. The most powerful man in the world and now he was a crumpled mess in a cheap suit on the floor at her feet, begging her to save him. It was disgusting and she spat at him as she rose from her seat at their dining room table.

"Enjoy these pictures Papa because this is the last time you'll ever see me," she said as she swiped away the single tear that fell and snatched up her purse. She went to her room, grabbed her makeup bag before she left her childhood home, vowing never to see it or the man responsible for her life again.

"It's just a week Soph...It's just a week," she muttered to herself over and over again as she made her way to the metallic penis extension parked outside. Such a ridiculous way to spend money, a thought she knew to keep to herself given the company she was about to be in. She took one last look at her house as the car door rose and took a deep breath before she sat down inside. "It's just a week."

 

[LiteTouch10]

The door sighed shut as she got in. She was surrounded by Italian cool, all understated design, black leather and style. A smart uniformed driver nodded to her and spoke quietly, but his voice was firm. “Good evening signorina. Snr Borino is waiting at the airport, we will only take fifteen minutes. And with an expensive but discrete exhaust rumble the car seemed to float away at high speed. The driver was confident, highly skilled. He drove rapidly weaving through the traffic. But there was no Napoli bravoura, no blast from the horn. It was is though the traffic cleared in front to let him through. Like everything of Boro’s he was the best. And in fifteen minutes, the car turned into the airport private enclosure and headed for a small jet. Again in the black and silver livery.

He was standing on the tarmac waiting for her. He had changed from business suit to casual. The elegant designer gear was the latest, expensive, flattering, understated - it would flatter any body, but in his case, the body was already slim, muscled and strong. He watched her walk towards him, watched the sway of hips, the rise of breasts, and the fall of her hair, back lit and lightened in the breeze. Boro was a connoisseur of fine things- wine, food, music,women. He liked the best-only the best and she was one. He had known of her now for several years, always in the background of his deals with Carmody, always beautiful, sensual, always a prize to be won, a wild child.
She was young, lush, ripe-but fresh and fiery too no doubt. He would have settled for a weekend - but his prize was a week. Carmody hadn’t bargained hard enough. Too bad- it was the way of business. Play hard- and win.

As she got closer, his eyes twinkled behind his sunglasses- but his face was blank, composed. Boro played poker- and always won. He had noticed that as she got closer, her step had tightened, she was almost stamping now, rather than walking - gone was the insolent sway of hips as she had got out of the car- now it was tension. Now it was war. He could read the signs.

Now she stood in front of him. He sensed rather than looked at the way her full breasts rose and fell - she was almost panting, her eyes sullen- but with a dangerous spark. He could tell she was ready for a fight- ready to spit and snarl- she probably hated this. If she could do anything-she probably wanted to spit in his face, scream abuse and run.

But oh- he knew that if she let that passion rage, if she unleashed that hate-and gave vent to her real raw emotions, then she would also feel the smouldering lust and hunger that always followed. For Boro knew women- loved women more than anything else. He knew the erotic game that overwhelmed reason, that seethed in the dark of the soul. She would want to fight- she would also want to possess. She would be a tigress. But before the week was out would she have become a screaming, moaning wanton slut. Were they really two of a kind.

He eased off his glasses to greet her, his dark eyes now warm, almost smiling-slightly ironic. “Hello Sophia- it’s been a long time. We last met when you were twelve-I don’t expect you to remember. Welcome - for your week of “ and he paused. “I want to say ‘pleasure’. But I expect you think you fucking hate me. His voice was even, relaxed, almost gentle-but firm. “Well, we shall see, maybe I can change your mind. Come- climb aboard-it’s just the two of us. You’re co-pilot, see I trust you not to do anything silly. I’ll belt you in”

He held out a hand-it was strong and firm. He took her arm to guide her up onto the wing and into the front seat on his right. It was evident he was flying himself. His movements were swift, assured, confident. He grinned at her as he showed her the cockpit drill. “Don’t be scared- I’m pretty good at this-I always fly myself- ever since I was a kid”. Now he was business like, brisk-organised, but careful. He leaned over her at one point to check her door was locked, and adjusted her safety harness. The plane was small-and their bodies touched. His hand brushed a thigh, his arm pressed against a breast. At other times it might be intimate-sensual even, But here he seemed detached from her as a woman, focussed on safety checks and take-off.

The flight to Palermo was a couple of hours - he had chosen his small two seater jet turbo on purpose. He loved the buzz. It was expensive, fast, exhilarating. Specially designed, and as near to an air-force stunt plane as civilian regulations allowed. Like the driver, he flew with nonchalant expertise. Boro was good - no he was a brilliant pilot. It was noisy in the cockpit, they talked by mic and earphone, this was no sunday walk in the park. His tanned long fingered hands were fluid, caressing the controls. He had hardly spoken for the first 30 minutes except to carefully tell her the emergency drills and warn her, that they would fly fast “its not tourist class” he grinned- “this plane has passion, it’s kinda like a beautiful woman, untamed, dangerous. .....”

He left the remark hanging as he switched to traffic control for take off, gunned the jet to a screaming whine and the shining black and silver bullet rocketed into the sky. He knew she would feel the harsh thump in the back as the acceleration jammed her hard into the seat and they climbed almost vertically-he had chosen this plane on purpose. It was flying on the edge- a mix of fear and exhilaration. That’s if she could handle the fear. Her earphones crackled. “Nice eh-did you enjoy” his voice chuckled as he eased back to cruising speed “relax now Sophia - just 2 hours from now and you will enjoy one of the most wonderful meals of your life - believe me - and there’s still snow on Etna. So beautiful-so wild and dangerous“

And as he flew them south, into the evening sun he began to wonder and anticipate just what the evening would really bring.. Would he get her drunk- maybe even drug her and fuck her senseless through the night, or maybe he would slowly seduce her for a couple of days. Play the gentle latin lover, maybe even tempt her to make some of the running. Ah Bella Sophia- like the beautiful Mount Etna-untamed, smouldering and dangerous. She was the best. He felt a warmth between his thighs.

“Relax Sophia- this had to be- it’s for the best, you will enjoy your visit to my home”. His voice was light and his smile seemed genuine. In other circumstance they could well be friends-even lovers.

 

[grdybiwife]

If Sophia had known her day was going to turn out this way than she would have worn a less attractive outfit. Even the driver leered at her as she climbed into the front seat of the expensive sports car. In her haste to get out her father out of her sight, she neglected to grab the cropped red blazer that made the backless romper with the haltered neck line appropriate for her job as lead hostess at the cafe. Without it, Sophia had to cross her arms to cover the exposed flesh of her perky C-cups that slipped out the sides of the silky black fabric. Even the wide legged pants were fitted around her curvy hips and ass. It was one of her favorite outfits and she wore with the intentions of a drink date after her shift. He was just a teacher, a bit of a dork, and slightly overweight but still he made her laugh and that was most important to Sophia.

She wasn't a girl impressed by shiny things, no matter how large. When the driver pulled into the private section of the airport, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Of course he has his own plane,' she thought to herself as she stepped out of the car. Even if she'd only flown coach twice in her life, Sophia was determined to show nothing but indifference to this man who thought he could buy her.

But she couldn't help the way her body reacted to the situation she was put in by her supposedly loving father. She usually walked with practiced grace, her weight perfectly balanced on her 5 inch platform wedges. One foot in front of the other like a model on the catwalk. Each stride of her long lean legs brought her closer to her fate. Gradually her steps grew shorter, as if that might delay the inevitable. Her body tensed as she came within spitting distance of the smarmy playboy who held her father's fate in his hands.

She heard him say hello, mention meeting her as a child, and Sophia bit her tongues so hard she tasted blood. There was no telling what he might do to her if she let loose the venom brewing in her head. It was best to keep quiet around men like this, so she did just that, stood up tall and allowed him help her into his private plane.

“Don’t be scared- I’m pretty good at this-I always fly myself- ever since I was a kid”

"I'm not afraid of you Toni Borina," she spat and folded her arms across her chest. She knew it sounded childish, especially with her posture but at this point Sophia didn't care.

And she remained in the pose the entire flight. Ignoring his innuendos and incidental touches. She didn't even allow herself to enjoy the incredible view of the world from the clouds. He told her to relax as if that were an easy thing to accomplish. She did eventually drop her hands to her lap, but mostly because she was cold. Goose bumps ran up her exposed arms and her teeth chattered but she couldn't bring herself to ask him for anything. 'This is probably the least uncomfortable I'll be this week,' she thought to herself as she tucked her hands between her thighs and settled in for the flight.