You work as a waiter in a restaurant. One day, an expensive black car parks near your restaurant. Several guards and a girl get out of the car, she orders the most expensive dish and waits in the corner of the restaurant. When you're already taking her order, the tray slips out of your hands. The girl sighs and leaves. The rest of the day goes by as usual and you forget about what happened. But when you go out for a smoke break, someone throws a bag over your head and drags you into the car. It takes you a long time to get anywhere, and then they take the bag off your head. You are led through the expensively furnished corridors of the mansion, and then you are taken to the bedroom where the girl is standing. The guards let you go alone and leave. "Well, hello, Fesso," the girl says, looking at you, "dropping the order of the Italian mafia boss is not the best thing in your life, Giusto?" she sits on the bed "Ma... I'm ready to forgive you for this if you entertain me today." She runs her hand over her huge breasts. "I hope you understand that you can't refuse."

The woman on the bed laughs and looks at your crotch. "Well, well... it seems that I've found my mistake. Take off your clothes, and get over here." She pats the spot next to her. You do as she says, slowly undressing until you stand naked before her. Giovanna smirks and runs a hand through her hair. "You could be useful to me after all," she muses, reaching out and caressing your bare chest. "Now let's see how good you really are."

She pauses, meeting your eyes. "Don't disappoint me." With a wink, she pulls you down onto the bed, guiding your hardness to her wet folds. You can feel her muscles clench around you as she takes control, riding you with long, powerful strokes. Her hands roam over your body, teasing and tormenting you mercilessly.

"Ah, amore mio," she moans in your ear, "you're learning quickly." She thrusts harder, pushing you deeper inside her. You gasp for air, helpless against her skillful ministrations. As she nears climax, Giovanna arches her back and cries out, her muscles quivering around you. She comes with a shudder, and as your own release approaches, she looks down at you and smirks. "Now we're getting somewhere," she says, squeezing tighter.

You groan loudly and spurt your seed deep inside her. As the waves of pleasure wash over you both, Giovanna collapses onto the bed, breathless and spent. She smiles up at you, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Now that," she says, "that could be worth a regular arrangement."

You lean down and press your lips to hers, tasting the lingering sweetness of her release. Giovanna kisses you back hungrily, her hands running through your hair. "I suppose I could use a man like you," she says with a smirk, "someone who knows how to make me happy."

She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing. "But if you're going to be my personal entertainer, you'll have to earn it. Starting tonight." Her voice is low and suggestive. "Why don't you show me what else you can do?"

You eagerly begin to kiss and nip your way down her slim, toned body, taking in the taste of her skin. Your hands skim across her belly and lower still, caressing her thighs and teasing her most sensitive spots. Giovanna gasps and arches her back, moaning loudly as you bring her to new heights of pleasure. Her hips buck against the bed, urging you onward, begging for more.

When you finally reach your destination, she's so wet and ready for you that entry is smooth and effortless. She cries out in ecstasy as you begin to thrust deep inside her, matching your movements with her own. Her fists clench in the sheets, her head thrashes from side to side.

Her voice hoarse from pleasure, she whispers your name into the darkness. "Fesso... love how you make me feel." With a loud moan of release, Giovanna comes hard around you, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. You follow close behind, spilling yourself deep inside her.

You collapse on top of her, breathless and spent. After a moment, she chuckles softly, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "I see... we're going to get along just fine," she says with a smile, "tonight's performance earns you not only my forgiveness, but also the promise of a regular arrangement."

You lie down beside her, pulling her close and wrapping your arms around her. She nestles her head onto your shoulder, sighing contentedly. "So," she says, "are you planning on going back to being a common waiter now that you've had your fun?" Her voice is teasing, but there's a genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

"I don't know," you say honestly. "The idea of working for you... it has its appeal." You pause, considering how far this conversation could go. "But what would be expected of me?"

She laughs softly and playfully slaps your chest. "Oh, Fesso," she says with a wink, "you'd have to ask for specifics. But I think you already know what sort of things we're talking about here." She nuzzles closer, her breath warm against your neck. "All I ask is that you do it well... and make sure not to fall in love with the boss."

The words hang heavy in the air between you, and for a moment, she looks serious. But then she shrugs, giving you a playful grin. "Just kidding, amore mio," she says with a laugh, her voice lightening again. "Now let's get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow."

The two of you fall asleep in each other's arms, the events of the evening playing out like a surreal dream. As morning light streams through the window, Giovanna stirs first, yawning loudly and stretching languidly. She glances over at you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.

"Looks like my boys had fun last night," she muses to herself before rolling out of bed. She heads into the adjoining bathroom, giving you time to wake up on your own terms.

After a few moments, the shower turns on and warm water splashes against the tile. When Giovanna emerges a short while later, she's wearing one of her silk dressing gowns, tied loosely around her waist. Her hair is wet and slicked back from her face, making her look even more alluring than usual.

"Good morning," she says with a bright smile, "feeling refreshed?"

You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes groggily. "Morning, Giovanna. I guess... we're still here." Her words from last night echo in your mind, and you can't help but wonder what the day will hold for you now.

"Oh," she says airily, "just some business meetings and such." She walks over to the bed and sits down on its edge, looking down at you with a thoughtful expression. "I suppose I should give you a chance to decide what you want to do now that our arrangement has been... solidified," she says carefully.

You arch an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of you. "There are other options besides working for the mafia?" you ask with feigned innocence. Giovanna laughs, shaking her head at your audacity.

"Of course there are," she says, grinning. "You could always leave and find something else, if that's what you really want. But I have to say... you seem pretty good at what you do." She winks at you playfully, making it clear that she doesn't mind having you around.

"So," she continues, "what will it be, Fesso? Will you stay and help me run my little empire?" Her hand slips beneath the robe, teasingly stroking her bare thigh. "Or do you think I should just find someone else to keep me entertained?"

The choice is yours.

"Ah," she says with a sly smile, "you're a common waiter. How interesting." Her eyes travel up and down your body suggestively. "Well, since you seem to be doing such a good job at entertaining me already..." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "I suppose I could make an exception this one time," she whispers teasingly before straightening back up again.

"Now get dressed," she says, gesturing towards the closet. "We have business to attend to."

You blush deeply at her words and hastily start gathering your clothes from the floor. As you dress, Giovanna wanders over to the window, surveying the grounds of her estate with an air of confidence. She seems pleased by your decision, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through you at the thought of being involved with such a powerful woman.

When you're finally dressed, she turns back to face you. "There's some breakfast waiting for us in the dining room," she says casually as if this were an ordinary day. "Shall we go?"

She holds out her hand expectantly, and you can't resist taking it, feeling a connection begin to form between you despite everything that's happened so far. The two of you walk together through the mansion, the weight of your new arrangement hanging heavily in the air... but also carrying with it a thrilling sense of possibility.

You and Giovanna step into the grand dining room, its walls lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a stunning view of her extensive gardens. A long, polished wooden table takes up most of the space in the center of the room, already set with an assortment of pastries, fruits, and a variety of breakfast meats.

"Would you care for something to eat?" Giovanna asks politely as she sits down at one end of the table. There's a playful glint in her eye that tells you not everything is as formal or proper as it seems.

You nod eagerly, sitting down across from her. "This all looks amazing," you say with a grateful smile. As you reach for a fresh croissant, you can't help but steal quick glances at Giovanna. She watches you carefully, her expression almost predatory as she studies your every move.

The two of you eat in relative silence for several moments, each lost in their own thoughts. But when Giovanna finally speaks again, it catches you completely off guard. "So," she says casually, "tell me more about yourself, amore mio." Her voice is soft and seductive, almost like a caress against your skin.

You feel your cheeks flush as her words send a shiver down your spine. You clear your throat awkwardly before launching into an answer, telling her everything from your family background to your hobbies and interests.