Italian Fix

Nikita was bored again. They would be heading home in a couple of days. He and Mai had barely had any time for each other of the past three days. He was going to have to change that. Nikita made his way down to the Roman streets. He came to enjoy the nightlife in Italy. Moscow had gotten dull lately.

He already had his plans mapped out in his head. Now, he just needed a willing participant to go along with him. Nikita walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. What was he in the mood for tonight? Sweet and innocent? Spicy? Bold? Maybe he should just surprise himself. Nikita grinned to himself at this option. This should be interesting.

He pulled out his phone.

“Hello?” Mai asked.

“Hey baby,” Nikita said. “I’ll be getting back late tonight. Don’t wait up for me.” There was a pause on the other line.

“What?” his wife asked. Nikita shrugged to himself.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just had to get out tonight.”

“But you said--!” his wife said.

“Sorry, baby,” Nikita said. He hung up before she could scream at him. The Russian man grinned at him. Now, he could just flirt around with some Italian women on the streets. Just enough to have Mai pissed at him for the sex. He knew just where to start.

Nikita made his way to a brothel. He wasn’t going there for sex. The man walked up to the door and rang the bell. He ran the plan over in his head as he waited. He’d pick the prettiest girl there and take her back to the hotel with him. Mai would be pissed off and he would get some action. Nikita couldn’t help but to grin to himself.

He stood up straight as the door opened. A woman in her fifties dressed in sheer purple robes looked him up and down.

“Yes?” she asked. Nikita cleared his throat.

“Good evening is this the House of Venus?” he asked. The woman looked at him for a moment.

“Who’s asking?” she asked. Nikita stood up proud.

“I’m just looking for the best girl that you have tonight,” he said. The woman narrowed her eyes at him.

“What’s your price?” she asked.

“Ah,” Nikita said. “How does this look?” He pulled out a huge wad of cash. The madam’s eyes widened. She let off a low whistle.

“Right this way, mister,” she said. “Come inside.”

“Nice,” Nikita said. He followed the woman into the house.

“Who’s your best girl?” the Russian man asked. The madam glanced over her shoulder and smirked.

“We call her Stella,” she said.

“Stella,” Nikita repeated.

“You’re really going to enjoy her,” the older woman said. “She knows how to give a good time.”

“Actually, I have a better use for her,” Nikita admitted. The madam looked over her shoulder.

“Excuse me?” she asked. Nikita broke into a huge grin. The wheels began to turn faster in his head. The older woman raised an eyebrow.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” she asked.

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Nikita and Stella made it back to the hotel room around midnight. Stella was a tall drink of a woman. The Russian man resisted the urge to play with her long dark, red hair. Her black and purple corset propped up her large breasts and showed off her baby-making hips. Her black high-heeled boots added inches over him. Nikita walked around with a goofy grin on his face. Mai was going to be pissed off at this. He had to save this last night for the best. Nikita looked over at his “date”.

“Say, do you do girl-on-girl?” he asked.

“Depends on the price,” Stella said.

“I see,” Nikita said. “Hm…” He took a moment to think. Stella cocked her head to the side.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked. The Russian man turned to her with a smile on his face.

“Well, let’s just say you’re going to be really helpful between my wife and me tonight,” he said. “She’s really hot when she’s angry.” Stella had a confused look on her face.

“Huh?” the sex worker asked with her face screwed up with confusion. Nikita was already off across the street flirting with other women. Tonight was going to be so fucking hot.