Chapter Four: Streets Talk, Secrets Whisper
The city's pulse quickened as Vito's beat-up ride rolled with the rhythm of Lake City's streets. Star, chilling on the balcony of her apartment, eyed the approaching vehicle with a mix of familiarity and caution. Vito stepped out, his lame swagger echoing the swagger of the east side streets that he claims.
"Vito, you just gonna roll up unannounced like that?" Star called out, her tone a blend of sass and amusement.
Vito shot her a grin, his eyes gleaming with a history that stretched over two decades. "You know I can't resist the call of the city, Star."
He continued upstairs to her apartment with the confidence of a man who knew every inch of the urban terrain. The door swung open, revealing the secret world Star had carefully hidden from the prying eyes of her mother and the oblivious smiles of her children.
"Damn, Star, this place smells like a nightclub," Vito remarked, taking in the lingering scent of incense and something a bit more illicit.
"That's the ambiance," Star retorted, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Keeps things interesting."
As Vito settled into the worn-out couch, the city outside seemed to eavesdrop on the conversation that unfolded in the dimly lit room. The glow from the streets painted their silhouettes against the walls, a dance of shadows that mirrored the complexities of their connection.
Vito, a man of influence in Lake City's underworld, leaned back, his gaze lingering on Star. The chemistry between them, forged over years of shared secrets and clandestine endeavors, crackled in the air. They were more than business partners; they were accomplices in the intricate dance of power and desire that defined their urban existence.
"Star, we need to talk business," Vito finally declared, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "Did you find any girls?"He said while crossing his legs. " I found one, an intern from the bank, I think she will be perfect." Star replied happily. "Plus, I asked Fiona to search also."
As the conversation got deeper into the murky depths of their latest venture, the lines between professionalism and intimacy blurred. Vito's words carried a weight that cut across the realm of business, and the glances exchanged held the unspoken understanding of a connection that surpassed the boundaries of the city's secrets. Vito grabbed Star by the hand and led her to her bedroom. Vito stripped his clothing off with excitement, like a kid in a candy store, his eyes gleamed, as Star also undressed, showing her curves and breasts that were in between sagging and sitting up. She headed for the top drawer of her chest drawer where she kept all her sex toys, lubes, chains, whips ,and hand cuffs. Then chose her favorite, The Mr. Marcus strap on, Vito loved for Star to use assorted strap ons , and he loved anal sex. Star was a nympho but bored with Vito and only did it for the money and to be kept in the loop with his schemes to earn more cash.
Vito Face down, Ass up, Balls swinging, Ass cheeks jigglin. "Ooohhhh yesss," he moaned as Star spread his cheeks then she slowly spit on the dildo and quickly rammed it in, Vito begin barking like a dog. Star rolled her eyes, uninterested, began pumping faster and faster and faster until a howling Vito bust a nut along with heavy breathing and pants then followed by silence. Star wasn't sure what Vito got out of this, but she now hated it with his sick sexual desires, plus he smelled like moth balls and cigars.
The city's streets whispered tales of their entangled past, where business and pleasure converged in a dance of shadows. As the night unfolded, Star and Vito continued to script their story in the sprawling narrative of Lake City's underworld, where the streets talked, secrets whispered, and the echoes of passion resonated through the concrete veins of the urban jungle.
..........Star and Vito have a long history that no one knows about, not even Fiona, keep reading as chapter 5 Star reveals more about her personality.
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