Undercover Inferno

Chapter Five

She had been staring at her wrist since she discovered the writer while brushing her teeth, she had woken up with a hangover as bad as the one she had in Vegas. If not worse, whatever it was that was sparkling in those glasses was definitely not child’s play.

While trying to get paste on her brush, her peripheral vision caught sight of a faded writing on her inner wrist, she knew who had left that there, the guy who had kissed her senselessly, who tasted like wild raspberries, his lips gave much more than they presented, but what she didn’t understand was what he could know about the murders, the note he wrote even though faded and wet was still easy to make out, ‘I CAN HELP YOU WITH THE MURDERS, I KNOW ABOUT DIAVOLO MAFIA’, she didn’t know anything about a diavolo mafia but she knew who just might know, stretching her hands towards the toilet lid where she had kept her cell phone to take a warm bubble bath to make herself feel better and dialed a number, it was picked on the second ring and a calm male voice rang out,

“Tasha, I tried calling all through the night , sending texts, but you ignored me. I’m sorry for how I talked to you last night. I know I was an ass. Please forgive me”,

“I got a lead at the party last night, a note actually, but first, what was the content of the diary I got you?”,

“It was mostly all his daily thoughts on being a better person, quitting drugs and drawing rainbows, it was of no use”,

“No codes or abbreviations?”,

“None, why do you ask though? Did you find any clue? What about the note you were talking about?”,

“It just said that whoever it was could help me solve the murder case and mentioned something about the Diavolo mafia. Have you ever heard of it”,

“Diavolo?, not really”.

There was a change in his tone, something different , but she didn’t care. Xavier could be the world’s best brother this minute and the worst human being the next. “So how will you reach your anonymous helper?”,

“He left a number”,

“How are you sure it’s a he?”,

“You think it’s a she?”,

“I’m just saying we should keep our options open Natasha, so send me the number, I’ll reach out to whoever it is”,

“Hell no Xavier, you’ll only scare whoever is away, I’ll reach out and keep you up to date, deal?”,

“Deal”, he replied after a sigh and probably some consideration given the little silence over the phone.

By this time, the bath had run cold, she rinsed off and wrapping herself in her fluffy towel, she wiped off the water droplets on her and strode naked to her bedroom where she dialed the number that was already wiped off with her bath but. Her memory was something she could boast of, her heart sped up at the thought of hearing that intoxicating voice again. She didn’t mention Armando to Xavier for some reason, maybe later, as she was lost in thought, the person on the other. spoke up in what would be the sexiest morning drawl in history, “yeah?”,

“Sorry to disturb you but you left a note for me last night”,

“Nat, mind if I call you that?”, she shook her head, but remembering that he couldn’t see, she replied,

“I don’t mind”,

“Good, heavens know that I wanted to leave more than a note but duty called”, she flushed at his words , cleared her throat and asked a pressing question, “How do we meet. I would really love to talk to you in person”,

“only talk? I’m disappointed, Cucciola, but I believe everything happens at its own pace. Where is your place of choice?”,

“Trix café by 10 this morning, how does that sound, Mr. Armando?”, “Wonderful, see you then”, and with that she ended the call at the speed of light, so much stimulation so early this morning was probably not healthy for a girl’s heart especially one who had been celibate for as long as she could remember but anyway thoughts aside, she sent a quick text to Trixie about her coffee date with Armando and the instant reply with a shocked emoji and a smiley devil face made her start to thinking if maybe her bestfriend had lots of time on her hands and no one to spend it on, she never asked how her dance with Romero had ended, she didn’t even know how she had gotten home cause she had woken up naked on her bed with her dress and underwear strewn at different angles in her bedroom, but whatever, she didn’t forget to text her brother though, ‘HELPER IS MALE, I’M MEETING HIM AT TRIXIE’S CAFÉ BY 11’, yes, she knew it was wrong to give the wrong timing but hey, all work and no play makes Natasha the introvert they claim she is, she wanted to have some fun even if it was for one time and what better timing than now, with this sizzling hot Italian stranger who by the way was not really such a stranger now, still thinking about her forbidden Italian fantasy, she started to dress up for her coffee date, she was never one to care about fashion, that was all Trixie’s thing, all she ever did was wear whatever getup Trixie arranged for her but now she just picked a jean with flay buttoms that emphasized her slim waists and a crop top that showcased her tanned belly and her belly button that looked like it was trying to take a shy peek at the world, she brushed out her hair with a little bit of a nude lipstick and her high wedge slippers, taking a look at the mirror she wondered if she was overdressed for a coffee date or underdressed for autumn even though she didn’t really mind a little chill, with a shrug, she picked up her tiny black purse and hailed a taxi to Trix café, she was just in time to see Trix bringing out a fresh batch of cupcakes, she silently stood by for a minute to look at her best friend hustling and bustling amidst many customers shout for her, the smile on her face and the sheen of sweat on her forehead, business was not always like this, when Trixie had decided to give up education for something she enjoyed, Tasha was not really in support but still helped her anyway, they started up Trix event planning first but business wasn’t going good at all, lots of doubts and suspicion from people and many clients who even though they got amazing services refused to leave a review but Trixie was still very optimistic and smiled through it all every single day, till her big break finally came, when she got a contract to organize a welcome party for a well known food critic and he practically sang her praises for a whole month, then boom, her work list became something that was fully booked before half of the month runs out, she expanded and opened Trix café, now she had a spa and had investments in other fields too, and while Tasha filled in for her, she had also taken a full time course to obtain her degree after which she was given a job as a lecturer where she only needed to come in on Fridays, funny fact, she was just about to turn 24 by Christmas, truth was even though it had initially been a Trix and Tasha stuff, her best friend had at least 80% credit of all they had achieved so far and she was really proud of the fact that they could both pay their bills and their staff, take care of their loved ones and still have enough to spare or shop, “Natasha, how long are you going to keep thinking about how far we’ve come, this place has been open for over four years now so please grab an apron and give me a hand, will you?, it’s morning rush”, came Trixie’s tiny voice with a pout and dramatic look on her face, one hand on her waist and the other holding a tray she probably used to serve.

There were peals of laughter from their friendly customers. Oh yes, did she forget to mention that they offered free and unintentional entertainment with how fun they could be when they were in a place together. Their regular customers were already used to this and somehow always looked forward to it. She went into the changing room, dropped her purse and picked up an apron before momma bear got mad and went out to take orders. She still has 2 hours before the date. She wasn’t going to spend it daydreaming and all, so putting the date at the back of her mind, she buried herself at work.

Done with the morning rush, she moved over to the spa because some people had booked a session and paid extra to be attended to by herself, putting on her masseur cloth and tying her hair into a doughnut, she got into work immediately, she was so immersed in the work she enjoyed doing that she forgot about her date, while cleaning up from the last procedure, she received a call from the receptionist desk that there was one more person left, an urgent one apparently, she didn’t mind so long as he had paid for the services so while she went to get oil from the inner room, her last customer walked in, she instructed he strip and cover his ass with a new towel, and then checking the complaint the customer had made in respect to the type of massage to be given, she flexed her fingers, poured a generous amount of oil on his back, a wide one with broad shoulders and no extra fat, toned and well muscled arms, now she had seen her fair share of beautiful body shaped men but this was a new level, she really wanted to bend down and take a peak at his face, call it temptation call it luck but since she returned from her Vegas, she had been coming in contact with pant dropping kind of hot guys, shaking her head as if to shake off her erotic thoughts about a customer, she cracked her knuckles and got to work, gently but firmly kneading the tense shoulders and sides and spine,feeling him slowly relax under herfingers brought her a sense of fulfillment, she slowly moved down to his torso, ass and legs, making sure not to miss any part of this model of a greek god, not just because he paid for a V. I. P treat but for her own naughty satisfaction, she worked all the way down to his toes and then moving a few feet away, she pulled the curtain and then spoke loud enough for him to hear,

“Excuse me Sir, you can now move over to the other table and cover your genitals, I would like to commence work on the other side”, he muttered another hmm, definitely not a talker, she could hear him getting up, stretching with bones creaking and moving to the other massage table, this type of privacy was not usually observed but he paid three times the normal price for a different service which came with some perks, perfect discretion down to your identity, a separate floor all for yourself, with refreshments all on the house, so when she heard everywhere go silent, she gave three tiny claps like a knock before going in, his face was covered with a muslin sheet revealing just his piercing eyes with the deepest shade of black she had ever seen, they seemed to suck her in, she must have spent quite a while fantasizing because he quirked an eyebrow at her managing to pull off sexy and whimsical at a go, she apologized and went back to work while thinking of Herat to rid her mind of how much more exquisite his front view is, so she got to work, midway through, her fingers grazed his n****e and she heard him give out a moan, she swallowed hard and made a mental note to herself not to go there again, she gradually progressed downwards but was stumped when she saw the huge erection he was sporting, it was a normal occurrence while giving male massages but this one was massive, it was practically lifting the towel, she could almost see the tip of his p***s, she choked on her own saliva bursting into fits of cough, she got a bigger towel and covered him up the more and desperately tried not to look in that direction again , she continued her massage and when she finally got to his waist, a hand reached out and gripped her wrist stopping her movement, her first instinct was to elbow the dude straight to his balls since it was the closest vulnerable part she could reach but she found out she couldn’t move her hands, then he reached out to grip her other hand that was headed for his groin and pulled her to lie on his top body, tearing off the muslin on his face, he rasped in a heavy Italian, , “Tranquillo cucciolo, mi stai facendo impazzire”, guess the look on her face when she looked up at his face, it was no other than Armando, it was no surprise that the devil’s body had appealed to her the moment she had set eyes on it, swallowing hard she asked in a voice as steady as she could muster, “What does that even mean?”,

“It means darling, that any further torture from you, I won’t let go till I bury balls deep inside you and you’re screaming like a banshee, is that understood?”, she reached out to graze his n****e again, so obviously his explanation was not understood.

Armando watched her parted pale pink lips free of any make up, her scrutinizing eyes that was practically eating him up, and he could feel her breasts through the thin material of whatever it was they wore to attend to customers, her n*****s were even rubbing against his chest, a little more and he would burst, he spat a series of Italian words and she raised her brows in confusion, his cub didn’t understand Italian, “What does that even mean?”, she was obviously very much aroused but she could still ask questions, she just kept giving him puzzles to solve, she wanted to know how long it will take her to snap, he wanted to push even further, “It means darling , that any further torture from you, I won’t let go till I buried balls deep inside you and you’re screaming like a banshee”, she took a deep breath, swallowed hard and brought out her little tongue to run it across her lips leaving it glistening, I don’t know about her but that did it for me, holding her nape, I pulled her head down for a kiss, at first she might have been too stunned or something but the next minute her tongue slowly and shyly swiped across his lips, every of taking it slow flew out the window as he gribbed her tighter and the kiss suddenly turned hotter, she tried to resist but he won’t let go, she tasted sweet probably what she had for breakfast and smelt like autumn roses in Italy, she smelled like home, her top wear was with buttons from top to buttom, so gently lifting her up and sitting her cross legged on his laps he made short work of her top to behold the most beautiful and exquisite natural boobs he had ever seen, he couldn’t wait to get them out of their contraption, but first he peppered kisses at the top layers of her bosom while she let out tiny whimpers and moans, she was so responsive and it turned him on even more, his hands went around his back and he snapped off her bra sliding them down her arms to reveal the beauty made just for his hands, he could hear her pants on his face and her face was so flushed that water could almost drip from it, her hands were restless, picking her shirt that he had strewn across the narrow massage bed , he tied her hands behind her to give him space to explore as much as he wanted, first he cupped her breasts in both hands, and right before his eyes, her n*****s peaked even more, she was almost on the point of screaming, then he slowly whispered to her ear, “Listen carefully, la mia signorina perfetta, I was followed all the way here so I had to come in here, you listen carefully okay, I’ll set a new time and place where we can probably discuss maybe over a glass of wine and some home cooked meal to go with that”, while saying all this, his hands were roaming around here body, breathing down her neck and kissing her in between pauses and massaging her n*****s, giving her so much pleasure that she could not comprehend what he was saying all she heard was new place, but she couldn’t care less, she was on fire. Then he took her n*****s into his mouth and suckled them like a body, then she let out a really loud moan, one that got the assistant that was on a round floor trip for supervision blushing real hard. He kept suckling on it and massaging the other.

“Holy s**t, oh my god”, she trembled so much in his arms, he loved how responsive she was to his touches and kisses,

“Armando, please..”,

“Please what, hmm?”,

“Please give me time to catch my breath”, she pleaded while trying to hold his arms from wrecking further on her body. Please proved impossible as she was tied up and she wasn’t sure how much more torture she could endure, “. Oh darling, that’s not possible and, deep down you know, if time permits, I’ll keep you here till you release your precious juices in my mouth”,

“What?, you want to f**k me?”,

“oh no far from it mio prezioso, I won’t think to dishonor such perfection here but I’ll give you a taste of what is to c*m”, with that he lifted her higher, climbed down the massage bed and sat her down on it with her legs hanging from the sides, finally getting a full view of his full glory with no towels or muslin had her choking on her own breath, a reaction that seemed to more than satisfy his male ego, but something caught her attention before she could properly look at him, “Good gracious, did you pierce your d**k?”, “Yes love, it's called an apadravya, APA for shorts, it makes you feel me more when I’ll be all the way up and deep inside you”, “Oh my God, that’s hot”, she breathed, he kissed her again, this time much more roughly and his hands pulled at the ropes holding her trousers together trying to get them off, “Armando wait please, I…”,

“ That will be Mando to you sweetheart”,

“Oh f**k , I’m in trouble”,

“Yes you are”.