Chapter 11 [ Infidel ]

This is the day twenty-fifth of living as Gustavo Rodríguez. 

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•Cantavespri Art Cafè en Palermo•

9:00 pm

I reclined on my chair with Antonio, at the bar savouring the alcoholic content of our lustrous crystal tumblers; Armagnac Saint-Vivant wine. 

I haven't caught a glimpse of Antonio in a stretch of time. So, I invited him over to the Art cafè to bask in some rich wine and outstanding band music, on such a relaxing evening.

Hey readers, don't fuss! I came disguised as Santo Martini; rough hair, not too expensive clothing, just a plain shirt with sleeves wrapped up and tucked in washed-out jeans.

Wait! What did I just say? Sorry. I am Santo Martini living presently as Gustavo Rodríguez but to see my friend, Antonio I had to mask up as Santo. I hope you comprehend faultlessly now?

Antonio was looking as decent as me, more like middle-classed Italian folks; neither rich nor poor, somewhere safe in the middle. 

Most importantly, the shindig setting was vibrant with people boozing, sauntering, lovers smooching and doing dirty stuff, etcetera.

Antonio cracked up for a while before talking, "Ah! Santo, I can see you attempted to put on a good guise but you still look costly. I mean, the extravagance you are now exposed to; your skin products and stuff are motivating your skin to thwart your camouflage. Haha!"

I tittered at his allegation briefly before speaking, "Nonsense! Antonio. I don't think anyone can identify me as Gustavo here. I don't look as affluent as him when I am acting like him."

"Alright! Alright! Your phrases are provoking me to develop a headache. Whatever you say, brother!" He downed his booze after speaking. 

The breathing band was vocalizing a fascinating Italian piece; not especially a piece of painful or cheerful music but as I settled on my liquor, I let the troubles ooze out of my senses along with the spirited melody. 

"You know Santo," Antonio opened his speech again, "I had to tell an untruth to Guillermo that some made-up friend of mine, in Milan was the sole supplier of my rich clothing and expensive shoes. Or else he is too fucking inquisitive."

I grimaced, "Uffa! You don't even look half as rich as I plan to make you look yet. Soon, I'd get you a flat so you can have all the liberty you deserve." 

[Uffa! — What a bore!]

"Ma dai! Santo. It's not your obligation to do all these for me."

[Ma dai! — Come on!]

I answered back readily, "But I am not complaining, right? Besides the real Gustavo isn't either. I read about how much of a philanthropist he was, while alive. Even right now, he's nodding in assertion to what I just said."

"He pursues you everywhere?" Antonio interrogated with bloated pupils. 

"Hahaha. Sadly so!" I resumed cackling before diving into my drink. 

I reckon the liquor to be responsible for my overly energetic mood tonight. I should have a surplus of these in the future. Haha!

"Cazzo! Santo! I love the fortune role but I don't think I want to be you right now with a dead man escorting you everywhere. He's become more like your personal chaperon. Haha!" Antonio was heavily drunken.

[Cazzo! — Shit!]

At that moment, Gustavo's ghost wheezed threats into my ears, "Warn your annoying and insensitive friend to watch his tongue!!"

I shrugged and resumed sipping the wine from my tumbler.

At this point, I'd had enough; too much in fact so that I could no longer tell if I was sober enough to keep up with the conversation with Antonio. 

**

The chorus from the live band had died down but my sober mind soon became aroused by the symphony of a soprano vocalist. I fell for the seduction because her voice was truly bewitching. 

I tilted my head sideways to have a peek. I think I piped too loudly. 

Phwwt!!!!!

"Santo! What is the matter? Why did y-" I patted Antonio on the shoulder and motioned him to follow my eyes. He did and ended up spilling his drink all over himself.

"Have some restraint man! Are you drunk?" I questioned him harshly.

"With her charm, you can't blame me for being in my cups man!" Antonio vindicated himself.

We both snickered at his comment. 

Meet Antonio, my number one hype man! He's always been my partner in sexually associated conspiracies such as this. Haha!

"Basta! Antonio, stop ogling already. She is mine!"

"No, she's not! You can't have all the goodies, Santo. Go back to Belinda at home; your lovely wife. Haha!"

"Mamma mia!! What say you? I persuaded her that I'd be sleeping out tonight after socializing with an old-time pal, who turned out to be you. Hahaha."

"Such a smart crook, Santo!"

We both gave in to raucous laughter. 

Antonio is such a joker! Haha!

"Er... Santo, how recently has it been since you last conversed with your old man?"

I instantly detected the beauty dismounting the spotlight and out of the Art Cafè.

Letting her go, so hastily, isn't something I can permit to happen. I want her and I must have her tonight!

"Just place a call through to him for me, and tell him that I am fine. I have a critical matter to tend to." My parting words as I jerked myself up to aim for the door. 

It seemed Antonio murmured something but I was too far gone to make much sense of his words.

I badly wanted this beauty. I needed her arms all over my d*

**

"Uhm, hey!" I called out to her.

She flung her hair as she spun to have a look at me.

I got beyond captivated by her aura. 

"Yes? How can I help you?" Her tiny voice protested.

"I don't need you to help me. I just need you to want me... as much as I want you."

Damn you, Santo! Have you lost your mind? Too much to drink?

Well, only two things can happen, a slap across my face or her acceptance. Which would it be? 

**

I staggered a bit before plunging on my weight as she jabbed me playfully. The bed was welcoming and cosy enough to accommodate the torturous desires I had in mind. 

"Prepare for the best blow job of your life!" She giggled after speaking. 

I like her! I like her tone! I like her style! She is daring; my kind of woman. This is it! All I needed —an ecstatic romantic release. 

I leered at her boobs I dare to qualify them as military; not the perfect romantic description but the erectness of my little monster beneath my pants has dispatched a standing order to her nipples; there they stood erect and tempting. 

She fiercely wore an open nipple lace bra. She began to caress her nipples while producing so many steamy moans making me wild with cravings.

She enjoyed watching me bite my lips sensually amidst gazing at her enchanting body curves under the moonlight. 

Yes, the large room was dark on purpose. The impact of the moonlight streaking in from the open windows created room for enough fierce erotic moments. 

She climbed onto the bed, where I lay on my back, naked with just my little monster upstanding and ogling at her. She knelt in between my legs and flipped her hair backwards. Without saying a word, she bit her lips and let her finger move slowly and sensually to her big O. She fondled her clitoris by herself and damn was this bitch determined to do me naughty tonight? 

She slid her fingers into her vagina and began to masturbate right before my face. Her sensual movement as she let herself have all of it, coupled with the wetness I could sense brewing in her genitals, caused me to bite my lips from the intensity of pleasure I was getting from spectating.

Fierce seductive witch!! Isn't she?

Her continuous moans caused me to impulsively sit up and target her reddish nipples, fondling with my tongue, holding her very close in my masculine clasp while she ran her nails aggressively throughout my back. 

My dick was making steamy contact with her thighs and her moans made it obvious to me that she craved for more. 

She set herself lose and pushed me causing me to fall once more on my back. 

"Not so fast Romeo! We have all night and I have so much in store for you, baby."

I smirked, not sure if she could see that I did anyway.

"It's your call, fierce witch! Burn me with wild forbidden passion."

In an instant, she had taken a hold of my little monster bravely, letting me feel the wetness of her oral cavity as she stroked gently and roughly, upwards and downwards causing me to fidget from too much pleasure. 

After a while, I could no longer keep still. 

Bitch!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! 

Now she is laughing and so am I. Little she-devil!!

"Guessing it's my turn now, fierce witch!"

She was already moving sensually after she lay on her back warming up for me. 

"Be my wizard tonight! Drag me to hell with you, Gustavo!!" Her words were like a moaning plea. 

I was too caught up in the moment to realize she referred to me as Gustavo. I carelessly proceeded to treat her twice as much as she had treated me or maybe three times as much. Haha!

**

It was the dawn of day and I couldn't find her beside me; the girl from last night. I searched through my stuff and didn't seem to have lost anything so granted, she is not a thief. 

But where could she have gone to? 

It's barely 5:45 am, how early did she leave and how deeply did I sleep? 

Immediately, it struck me that she addressed me as Gustavo on the brink of the steamy moment we had.

Shit! Could she be a spy? I didn't even ask for her name.

Damn! Damn! Damn you, Santo!