CHAPTER 4

Dante woke up the next morning with wild thoughts of a certain artist with steely gray eyes on his mind. He had stepped out briefly to attend to an important business call and by the time he walked back in, she had already gone. I’m just going to set up another meeting with her, we could pick up from where we were rudely cut off, Dante thought as he contemplated finding that security guard and  rendering him jobless.

Picking up his phone, he wanted to dail Skai’s number but instead made a call to his personal assistant as he realized he never collected it. 

“Have you gotten the art pieces I bought from the exhibition last night? Good. Hope you stayed anonymous? Perfect. One more thing, get me anything and everything you can find on the artist and include her phone number– I know you’re a bloodhound for information. Do this quick and meet me at Lina’s Brew”, Dante ordered. 

He got up quickly, got dressed and went for coffee at the little cafe to assess the week’s report for his winery, Santino Vineyards. He never fancied too much work and only went to any of his factories a few times a month but maintained a tight ship on partnerships and marketing. If your wealth doesn’t buy you the freedom of time and ability to be anywhere you want to be, what is the point? He had spent the last decade working hard and risking his inheritance in building his winery with his uncle– turning their century-old family tradition of wine-making into an empire. His uncle still handled their primary factories in Italy and around Europe and he secured those business deals and partnerships that kept their wines in numerous hotels, luxury restaurants, and high-end stores all around the world.

A few hours later, his personal assistant walks in with a sealed brown envelop.

“Morning sir. The information you ordered”, he politely called out as he placed the envelop on the table.

“Good work. Have some coffee before you leave.”

“Thank you, sir”.

A cup of coffee and an important business analysis later, his personal assistant took his leave. He reached for the envelop that had been begging to be opened and the first information he saw almost had him falling off his chair.

“Pornstar?! She was a pornstar?!” Dante called out, earning him a few gasps and puzzled looks from the customers that were enjoying their coffee. He coudn’t care any less than he did as his eyes quickly ran through the report. Skai Leighton, stage name Lustful Lily.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, he muttered under his breath as he typed quckly on his work laptop and searched her videos. The familiar sound of her moans and whimpers filled the air of the cafe and at this point, everyone else was at a standstill looking in his direction. He had forgotten to mute his volume. He could hear the waiters and cafe manager apologizing profusely to the customers and offered them scones on the house, without making any attempt to bother him. They are going to get a big tip this morning. 

He took out his Airpods, connected and heard her voice fill his head the same way it filled and echoed off the walls of the back room the previous night. But her face was a bit different– he could tell she was the same person if he looked closely but something had changed about his face. He reluctantly diverted his eyes to the report, still listening to the audio from the p**n video, and went through the information. Apparently, she was in a fatal accident a little over three years ago and the impact to her head resulted in a coma for two years and retrograde amnesia. The report also showed she had several fractures to her nose and a dislocated jaw so the surgery had her looking quite different than she previously looked– still incredibly pretty though.

“Damn”, he breathed as he reverted his eyes back to the video and struggled understanding the position the male actor had her in. She appeared to be super flexible. In a video, she was in a headstand while she had her pussy eaten, then she was in the splits and taken from behind, then she had her legs behind her ears while a black actor with a huge cock drilled her deep and hard. She sucked dicks like her life depended on it. She obviously enjoyed herself in every video, there were no fake loud moans or overly dramatic reactions. And her views and comments showed she spread that happiness to lots of lonely losers jerking themselves off to the sight of her pale skin that almost looked like milk, her perfect natural body that looked like she cheated nature and her pretty, innocent-looking face.

Her artistic style now made perfect sense to him. She may have forgotten all the reckless sex with countless strangers, but her body remembers her heightened sensuality. He navigated to a solo video and in this one, she touched herself. The sight of a woman playing with her own pussy always seemed to be his undoing– and this particular woman already had a way of making all the blood flood into his tool. It was already happening as he watched her titties bounce up and down as she rode a thick, purple glass dildo while rubbing her pink nub. Fuck.

He should have shut down his laptop but he was already pulled into the world of pleasure she had on full display for any one who cared to watch. He navigated to one more video and instantly regretted it. It was a video of a gang bang and watching the male actors take turns with her, stretching her out and bending her in every position conceivable by the human mind filled him with a silent rage. What made it worse was the fact that she obviously enjoyed every bit of it, bobbing her head up and down the shaft of one’s cock, having another stretch out and pound her pussy, another pull her nipples and another stand watching all the action while jerking off and releasing his cum all over her body. Sick bastards, Dante fumed. He violently closed his laptop, not caring about any damages the force could have caused.

He picked up the report once more, thankful his assistant dug this deep. Why would any woman want this kind of life? Did she need money? Does she have daddy issues? Was she starved of affection growing up?

The report showed she had a pretty normal childhood but her parents got divorced when she was seventeen, and she hadn’t heard from her mother since then. Could that be it?

He couldn’t bother himself with it anymore. She was for the streets and it seemed all the other men had already had her– her pussy wasn’t the temple he had initially thought it was. It was a shrine, where every interested man danced around in. It was a glory hole where every thirsty dick got its fill and any loser with a screen found release. He was pissed at himself for even going close. He was upset with himself for believing the soft kisses of her lips. And he was angry his PA brought this information so soon, bursting his bubble of pleasure.

He returned the file into the envelope, picked up his laptop, left a generous tip on the table and stood up to leave. As he lifted his head, he locked eyes with the very woman he had just discovered had a double identity– Skai Leighton in the flesh, standing in the cafe and smiling warmly as she recognized him.