Page 72 of Wicked

I don’t know what to say, and I start to get turned on but nervous.

Anal… Already… My heart pounds, and my clit starts to throb.

Do it!I reach over and I slide a hand between his legs. I leave it there and it feels nice to have him close. I just have a hand between his thighs, and it’s not sexual; it’s more… gentle.

Secure. As if this is… normal.

Dante drives fast, and he looks straight ahead. When the road is clear ahead, I feel him side-eye me. Maybe I just crossed a line. Too bad, it feels nice and I’m trying to be more confident. It’s time to do what feels right, but deep down, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Several hours later,after stopping for sparkling water and the most divine Italian gelato, we enter Milano. The city that is home to some of the world’s greatest fashion brands took my breath away when I first drove through it in the red rental. I beam as the Ferrari glides down the cobbled streets, and it’s nice to be back.

After checking into an incredible hotel, we are shown to the penthouse suite. Dante then dresses in a navy suit that has been delivered, and he disappears.

A local fixer and lovely older woman called Ciara takes me to an exclusive spa, and she explains everything is paid for.

I opt for a full body massage and then wax. It’s my first.

It is a strange experience, but after, as my hair is cut, I drink wine. It calms me, but as I look around at the stunning Milano women, I notice they’re sophisticated and extremely well dressed.

I gulp nervously, and I think of tonight.

Several hours later, I follow Ciara, and she compliments me on my shorter hair. As we enter the fashion district, she reminds me the dress, shoes, and anything I want are paid for.

She then encourages me to dress suitably.

I look around, and all I see are gorgeously elegant Italians. Spectacular garments sit behind windows, and I finally cave and go with it.

Ciara has advised I select two outfits, one for now and my general use, and a dress for the dinner and fashion show.

After an hour, I settle on a one-piece white linen jumpsuit with a wide white belt and white high heels.

As we exit the marble boutique, I catch myself in the window.

With my new hairstyle and the white suit and shoes, I do not recognize myself. We push on and head past more boutiques.

As we head for the large, gorgeous Givenchy door, two hot Italian guys turn to check me out. As they eye fuck the heck out of me, my heart pounds hard.

I shake my head as Ciara laughs, and she holds the Givenchy door open for me.

Half an hour later, we exit the store with several bags and two boxes. I freeze as I see Dante outside in his gorgeous navy suit. As he opens the Ferrari door, he raises an eyebrow.

“Madam.”

I smile, say nothing, and I slide into the Ferrari in my new outfit, classy hair, and my slick, waxed pussy.

I grin behind my sunglasses, and we streak down the sunny road. I then feel my teacher’s hand slide between my thighs. Heleaves it there, just like I did, and it feels nice. Almost like I’m his.

I think of my studies ahead, and I wonder what the next lesson or test will be. I tell myself it’s important to learn, and always… Always do what the teacher commands.

After showeringin the huge marble bathroom, Dante and I dress. It’s the end of the day, and we are on the clock.

Dante reveals a necklace he has acquired from somewhere, and it looks old. It’s also extremely heavy. The old Cartier box it came in is stunning, and as I step back and stare at myself in the full-length mirror, it’s hard to believe.

The dark blue Givenchy dress is to die for, and it sits low on my shoulders. It’s almost the color of the sea I saw today, and it feels timeless, chic and divine.

I’m convinced I saw a similar dress in an old Hollywood movie, and I think it was worn with long elegant gloves.

The dark high heels are beyond elegant and even oddly comfortable. They are the same color as the dress, and they are divine.

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