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[5.] Breathless

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

It's been about a week since I posed as a stripper. Vittorio has been deliberately ignoring me for said week. I think I got to his head, and cock. I say that because when we were in the car I saw his hard-on. He has a big dick. I wrapped my hands and walked over to the punching bag. We have another assignment in a few hours. We have to go to a gala type thing. Not sure why we have to go together but Grant said it was because we were both 'rich and attractive' apparently that's all that matters when you go to a ball. You have to be rich and attractive.

I threw my legs around the bag after throwing a few punches, and scooted up the bag. I tighter my legs around it and let my arms go. I fell back against the bag and began doing sit-ups. This is not ideal but since I have nothing else to do why not.

The music was blaring through the room as I pulled myself up each time. It's been at least three hours since I've been down here. I'm not giving up until I'm either, about to pass out. Or I'm about to vomit. I'm near both but I don't fucking care. This gets my mind off Vittorio and his stupid fucking hot face. Like seriously, why does a raging asshole have to be the person I'm stuck with? Also why does he have to be hot?

"You alright there, princess?" I came down and stared at him upside down.

"Perfectly fine, sweetheart." I winked and continued my sit-ups.

"Really?" He said seductively. What is he doing? "You look a little... Breathless." He traced his fingers along my arm. The coolness of his rings causing a shiver to run down my spine. Just one touch and I'm wet. I see what he's trying to do. And two can play it that game.

Before giving him time to process I hopped away from the bag and kicked his feet out from under him. I straddled his lap and came down to his ear.

"This little game you're trying to win? Yea. You won't. One thing you should know about me, sweetheart. I don't lose. Never." I felt him grow under me leaving a smirk plastered on my face. "Now as much as I love this view." I pouted looking down at him. "I should go get ready." I got off him and walked away. Dick.

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I got out of the shower and walked into my room. I hooked up my phone to the speaker and started playing my music. I stripped away my towel and grabbed my dress.

It's black with two large slits trailing up my legs. They end just at my bikini line. My tits look amazing.

I did my makeup and slipped on some rings, I added a small chain type guarder to my thigh and smiled at myself though the mirror. I curled my hair and put on some mauve lipstick. It went well with the elegant makeup I was wearing.

I put on some perfume and, last but not least, I put on my black tall boots. I zipped up my shoes and stood up. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I leaned against the counter and grabbed my phone. I saw a text from James. It was a photo of my beautiful goddaughter. She's the most amazing little girl I know. She's so smart. She looks just like her parents. The splitting image.

I smiled and heard steps come down the stairs. I wiped the smile clean off my face and replaced it with a smirk. Vittorio was wearing a black tux and I smiled. His bow wasn't tied and he held it in his hand.

"A little help?" He asked looking at the untied bow and not me.

I walked up to him and grabbed it from his hand. I could feel him staring at my boobs but I didn't blame him. My tits looked amazing right now. I wrapped the bow around his neck and lifted the collar. I tied his bow and adjusted his collar.