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“What are you doing?” she asked when I let her go.
“You want me, baby doll.”
“I can’t have you. Get that through your head, Enzo Nucci. I’m married.”
“You were married last week, but you still let me pound your pussy.”
“You are such a pig.” She rolled her eyes.
“You like it when I’m filthy to you. Don’t lie.”
“Enzo this is crazy, you need to let me go. We’re in Alexei’s house.” There it was again, that flash of fear that sparked in her eyes.
“Tell me you like my foul mouth, and I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, damn you! Your dirty talk is sexy, not let me walk away. Katja will be here any moment,” she sighed, “she’s a nice girl, Enzo. Don’t play games with her.”
“I won’t. I’m taking her out as a friend. You don’t have to be jealous, doll, I’m only interested in you.”
“It’s enough. Free me, Enzo. What if Katja comes down, or Alexei walks through the door?” I didn’t give a shit, but she was growing uncomfortable and that was my cue to let her go.
But first…
“Ok, kiss me really quick so I have your taste on my tongue all day.” To my surprise, she didn’t protest, but instead got up on her tiptoes and touched my lips in a flashing move. “Good girl. Give me a souvenir.”
“What? You are incorrigible.”
Maybe I was. I sneaked my hand under her satin nightgown and dragged her panties down fast, pulling them off her feet, and stuffing them in my pocket.
“Now I can let you go.” I stepped back and put some space between us, right when Katja showed up at the top of the stairs.
I was pleased to see she had jeans on and a pink silk top, and not some fancy dress, so I knew we were on the same page. This was not a date; it was just two people going out.
“Hey, Enzo.”
“Hello. It’s nice to see you again.” It wasn’t a lie. “Are you ready?”
“Sure. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
“It’s alright. I got to talk with your stepmother for a second.” And take her panties off.
Ludmila and Katja said goodbye, and they seemed pretty close to each other. I wandered if Ludmila told her about the night at the club, but I had big doubts about it. She was the one who made the big deal about not telling a soul.
Katja and I walked together to my car, I helped her to get in, and stopped to look at Ludmila who was still in the doorway.
“Have a good evening, Mrs. Popov.” I told her and winked.
“Popova.” Her Russian accent got thicker. “It’s Popova for the wife.”
Right. Whatever the right way of saying it was, it was still bullshit. A queen like Ludmila shouldn’t wear any man’s name, but if she had to, mine suited her much better.
The poetry thing was a hard pill to swallow, but Katja seemed to enjoy herself. I was everything but a poet, and no matter how hard my English lit tutor tried to make it seem fun, I never liked versification. I was an admirer of the fine arts, and I had an expensive education, even if I passed on college, but poetry was not my jam.
“Thank you for escorting me tonight. I bet you had more interesting things to do.”
“Nah, it’s ok. Happy to be useful. I’m sorry I didn’t share your enthusiasm. How about we stop and grab something to eat?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not exactly dressed to go anywhere fancy. Can you keep it low profile?”
