Isabella looked into his eyes to check if he was serious, and he was indeed serious."You don't have a choice. If you want the job, then change in front of me," Leonardo said sexily, his brown eyes sparkling and full of mischief as he smirked at her.Isabella felt her nipples tingling and hard at the tone of his demands. She was perplexed as to how she could be so aroused by the prospect of undressing in front of this arrogant man; it was a no for her. “Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't..."Before Isabella could finish, he interrupted her. "Don't you want the job?" Leonardo asked.She ignores his question and asks, "But sir, why do I need to undress in front of you?" She didn't find it necessary to undress in front of a man. She’s a woman and he is a man, there are two different gender."We need something that will attract clients to us.""That doesn't make any sense; I didn't come here to work as a prostitute," Isabella remarked with a frown on her face, and even though she was on point, h
Isabella could barely breath, feeling how close he was behind her. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her waist as he grind himself against her.Leonardo cupped her two boobs from behind, squeezing them tightly in his hand and grunting in pleasure. “Let me touch you, Isabella; I want to feel you in-between your legs."Her whole body vibrated as his hand trailed down from her boobs into her thong. Isabella gasped and her legs shook when his strong hand made contact with her wet pussy. She forced herself out of his grasp, then turned around and slapped him hard on the face. "I don't want the job if you're just going to harass me," she yelled angrily. Immediately she uttered that statement after slapping him, Leonardo recovered from his dazed state and looked up at Isabella to see her already dressed in the uniform. He was lucky it was a daydream; otherwise, he would have been embarrassed if he had to receive that slap from her."Sir, I don't think I can wear this;
Isabella's heart quickened, and she tried calming herself down. She waited for Bianca to reverse the car, then began driving in the direction that leads to their house."Go on, Isabella, start speaking," Bianca ordered, her eyes fixed on the road as she drove carefully and slowly.Isabella sighed before she spoke. "My boss told me to undress in front of him," she said.Bianca remained silent for a split second before bursting out laughing as she rested her head on the steering wheel."Bianca, keep an eye on the road," Isabella urged her as she swiftly reached for the seatbelt and secured herself to the chair while Bianca quickly lifted her head up to look at the road."Is that why you told me that you had done something bad?" Bianca asked with a half-smile on her lips."Yes," Isabella responded."Look, Isabella, as long as you didn't let him touch you or fuck you, then there is nothing to be afraid of, okay?" Bianca assured her, and Isabella just nodded her head even though she wasn't
"Isabella!” Celina yelled as she emerged into the room.Isabella sprang up from the bed into a sitting position with her heart beating when she heard her name being called. Her eyes were too heavy for her to fully open them to see her mother standing at the door. She wondered why she screamed her name so loud; does she have any idea what time it is that she's waking her up from her beauty sleep? "What is it, mom?" she asked, almost sounding angry about her mother invading her room while screaming her name aloud and disturbing her from sleep. She prayed she wasn't woken up for something stupid."Do you know what time it is?" Celina asked coldly."Of course I know, it's time to sleep," Isabella replied nonchalantly, without hesitation as she was more eager to fall back to the bed and sleep. She wondered why Celina had just burst into her room to ask her such a question. Doesn't she have a clock in her room or what? It irritates her whenever she is awakened from a deep sleep."Are you no
She ignored her interrogation and offered her the key to the room. "They are men there, just a few and their apartment need a clean-up." She said, "Remember to always focus on what you're there to do,” Sofia remarked, her hands still outstretched, waiting for Isabella to take the key."Oh... but am I the only one that is supposed to go to the room for the cleanup?" Isabella asked, feeling frightened to be cleaning a room where a bunch of men are. What if something happened to her and they were too late to save her?Sofia rolled her eyes. She knew Isabella was right; she isn't supposed to go alone to clean the room on her own since one person isn't capable of doing that. Sofia didn't care anyways; Isabella should have known what she was getting herself into when she accepted the job in the first place. Besides, who would want to seduce a fat, middle class woman like her? Thinking of it just made Sofia whole body shudder in disgust. “If you don't want it, I can give it to someone else"
Isabella focused on cleaning the glassy wall and the photo frame while the old men stared at her from behind as they engaged themselves in a deep conversation."Questo è il motivo per cui amo le donne di colore " (This is why I love black women). One of the old men moaned quietly as his cock hardened inside his pants. "Voglio scoparla; il suo culo mi fa diventare duro" ("I want to fuck her; her ass makes me grow hard")” He added."Ho sentito che donne nere tettone come lei sono molto più calde e anche molto brave a letto " (I heard busty black women like her are way hotter and also very good in bed)” the other one said, and all of them nodded in agreement."Of course," they all agreed."Mi piacerebbe assaggiare la figa di una donna di colore” (I would love to taste a black woman's pussy)" the second old man said."Mi piacerebbe scopare la sua figa” (I would love to fuck her pussy),” the third man added."Se viene qui a pulire la tavola, la prendo e la scopo subito” (If she comes here
Isabella screamed in agony and stepped on his foot, as she couldn't take it any longer.The man hissed in pain and then pushed her away from him."Ahhh!!" Isabella groaned when her chest hit hard against the door.The old men behind him let out mocking laughter. "Get her, you fool, and bring her here!" The third man demandedFear gripped Isabella's whole body as she reached forth to the door in panic and began slamming her hand against it while screaming out for help at the top of her voice, "Somebody help me, anyone."Out of anger, the man shanked forward and grabbed her by the wrist.Isabella pushed him away from her and yelled, "Don't touch me; I came for a job, not to get harassed!" She affirmed. "I'm going to report you to the boss so everyone can see what sort of stinking old man that you are!" She scowled at him.The man laughed and then moved closer to her while Isabella stepped back from him. "Even if you report us that would be the worst. We are special guest here, and we ca
Matteo walked into his office as thoughts of Leonardo filled his head; Leonardo has been acting strangely ever since he returned from the hotel yesterday. Leonardo had even refused to show up in the office today after giving out excuses to him. Leonardo had never acted this way before, and it felt dubious even when he'd lock himself in a private room and strange noises comes out of the room each time he pass-by. He would have assumed that Leonardo was masturbating, but Leonardo never masturbates; not when he could get any woman at once to fulfil his sexual desires. As he approached the table, he shoved the thought out of his mind and tried to think of something else. He placed his suit case on the desk and sat on the swivel chair, drawing the chair closer to the table before turning on the computer in front of him. When the computer switched on, he stared blankly at the screen, recalling what had happened yesterday morning. Ever since Isabella escaped from his mansion, he had