At this time, Marco was in the toilet, groping another secretary whom he had met in the elevator of some office. Or not a secretary, maybe a Tanya or Lena. Frankly, he did not care about their names, or what they did. The important thing were these matings, which were necessary in-between meetings, on business trips and other working moments, so as not to go crazy with his Italian hormones. To relax, feel welcome, and drain his sperm and fuck the next Russian girl. He felt like a heroic inseminator, and could boast about his encounters in any male company without making things up. Not everyone can fuck anything that moves in this country. Fuck, yes, here, it seems everyone just dreams of getting laid with him. Another thing is that the quality of sex often left much to be desired, but this was quite enough for a quickie.
“By the way, talking of the quality of sex, I still have to fuck this Christy, the bitch who refused to put out on the first date, if that was even a date at all. Now is the right time to call her and arrange everything properly. 35 years old, single mother, and shows off as if she is … Anyway, she does have the right to show off like that…”
He browsed through Vkontakte and checked her latest photos. If some producer saw her, he would definitely dismiss all these other fake models and actresses. She was definitely fucking the camera … “Damn, where is her number? There…”
“Hi! It’s me, Marko. How r u? Do u wanna meet up tonight?”
“Oh, hi babe, I’m busy. I’ve been thinking about you, though. Bye.”
Fuck, what has she been so busy with that she does not want to either meet or even continue our last conversation? She’s probably fucking some handsome young hunk.
With a professional look of critique on his face, Marco began examining himself in the mirror. No, he was good. That is a fact. But, of course, he is not 20 years old any more, and overall, the endless business trips, promiscuous sexcapades, restaurant trips and an active nightlife were bound to leave their mark, even on the most thoroughbred and well-groomed Italian face..
“Huh! Maybe she is looking forward to something a bit more… interesting. Maybe drive up to her with one of my buddies and have a threesome with her. Let’s see now how she’ll take the more exotic proposal of having two Italian machos visiting her.”
“Hi, Christy. Would u like my buddie and me to come over? We can have fun together. He is very attractive. You’ll definitely like him.”
“Really? Is that all he can offer? A lousy Italian friend of his? Let me reply to him now. I’ll answer this bastard.”
“Baby, its very nice to know that u care about my sexual needs, but I’m waiting for young gentleman, beautiful one, whose brain I’m going to be fucking out tonight, and you can enjoy your friend on your own.”
“This piece of shit of a slut”, thought Marco, cursing to himself,
“I’ll show her what a real gentleman is like. But wait. Who is there in my notebook that I haven’t fucked for a long time. Now we’ll arrange an orgy. Fuck you and your boy. We are also going to have a blast and won’t even think about you.”
Marco made a couple of calls to his friends, and they decided to spend the night in nightclubs with all the ensuing consequences, taking on the way more and more new girls. They ended up, in full alcoholic ecstasy, at one of the guy’s posh apartment and everyone, thinking that it would be a perfect night of sexual fulfilment, proceeded to fall asleep on someone else’s shoulder under the sweet sounds of Italian music, spilling over the body of alcohol, drugs and bliss..
The next morning, Marco did not remember where he was and with whom. After hastily gathering his belongings, he jumped out of the ill-fated apartment and rushed off, first to his place to take a shower, then to the office. Leading such a kind of messy lifestyle, to him, work was of first priority, and at his workplace, everything was clear.
A hoe should just be fucked, maybe in a toilet or elevator. With life-long business partners, that is out of the question. Otherwise, they’d fuck you real hard out of business.
Afterwards, while browsing through his WhatsApp photos, he was surprised to find a photo message from Christy in a complete outfit – stockings, a corset, high heels. She was embraced in the arms of a broad-shouldered Aryan, and was capturing it all on the phone.
“This slut did not want me to come over with a friend … Or maybe this is a revenge to me for making that offer. For such a photo, she should not only be raped, but hung up on a pole like a witch. To think of it, she is actually a witch. Take her hair and eyes, for instance. Completely black. They give the impression that when she looks at you, she will see right through your soul and know the size of your penis. Such a bitch. No, I’ll have to deal with her on a plain field, all cards on the table. No one has ever simply disposed of me this way. That Aryan had fucked her, when she said she was busy…”
Marco was furious. He realized that the offer that he had made her yesterday to come with a friend had clearly been unnecessary. And the fact that he had received the ill-fated picture from her was just a slap in the face for him as a boor. That’s right, he is an Italian boor who is being slapped on the cheeks by pictures of naked Aryans..
With these thoughts running through his head, he burst into his office. First things first. He had to drink coffee, relax, and make a couple of business calls.
“Yes, fifty percent prepayment. Everything is fine… Project is ready… I’ll have to fly out today. …Everything is under control… Yes … Of course,” he spoke into the phone, thinking that only two things he has in control are his project and his secretaries in the elevator. He was uncomfortable with his own jealousy. Helpless jealousy for this bitch. That someone is most probably fucking her, and certainly not in an elevator, but on a bed, and that she is probably looking extremely hot in her underwear, which he so wanted to rip off. Gazing at her picture, Marco had only to contemplate how she might be with a German, or fuck knows with whom. Well, he is not worse than him. Maybe send her some gift or flowers. Although, no, what flowers after such attacks? I’ll come back from my business trip and give her a call, go over and rape her in her corridor, spreading the bitch’s legs out on the wall, and fuck her so hard that she will groan loud enough for her neighbors to hear her.” On this positive note, Marco slid into his convertible and drove to the airport.
While this was happening, someone else somewhere was frantically searching for some quality intimacy on the same notorious site. Just the name of this person could easily send shivers of excitement down the spines of, say, a quarter, or maybe half, of the female population. The gentleman, finding no other ways by which to amuse himself, and being one who always find it extremely difficult to get acquainted with random women on the street, as he always had to move around flanked by security to prevent his fans from tearing to pieces his frail body, which had taken all kinds of women in all countries and brothels of the world to bed and which was filled with all kinds of vices, alcohol and drugs. He was simply excited after discovering a new loophole. His happiness was overshadowed only by the fact that he was forced to put up the ugliest-ever photo of an old man on the site, so that no one could recognize him. Nevertheless, thanks to this ingenuity, he had the obvious advantage of being able to get acquainted with people from all over the world. Of course, very few people would want to reply to such an old grandpa, but then, there were the more amorous people, and when he dragged one of them to come chat on skype using unique amoral and seductive technique, he sensed no more repulsion. On learning that one of the most coveted men in the world had all along been hiding behind the old man’s photograph, the ladies would squeal with delight and bring out all their lady bits into play.