Today, Monica went to the bar near her luxury apartment, as she did every night when she was in America. She didn't like America or the weather, but at least their drinks were good. Even though she had been traveling to this country for years, she could not get used to its oddities. Especially the stupid name of that bar, Lover's Hub. Every time she came to this bar she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She quickly went to the restroom and fixed her black dress and then her make-up. Her appearance was flawless as always. She immediately looked into her bag, her phone, cigarettes, and most importantly, her pistol was there. Everything was perfect. Just as it should be because Monica was a woman who never liked mistakes and carelessness, even if she made them herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom and towards the bar. Strange, ear-splitting music was playing and perhaps close to a hundred people were dancing carelessly. Monica grimaced involuntarily and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the bar. After watching the dancing group for minutes with a strange and uncomfortable facial expression, she turned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey. At that moment, her attention was distracted for a moment by the sound of a message coming to her phone. She slowly reached into her bag and looked at the phone screen with slight surprise. The message was from her sister Elisa. "My flight is tomorrow evening, I will be with you soon, sister." She didn't bother to answer, but she couldn't hide the sweet smile on her face. Her siblings and family were the only things that mattered to her. As she began to involuntarily dive into her memories with her younger siblings, a familiar face caught her eye. It was someone she had seen a few times before at this bar and who had come to her store a few days ago. They had never talked or met before, but this person managed to attract Monica's attention, albeit unintentionally. Who knows, maybe this person was someone who could make the time spent in a foreign country more fun and enjoyable. There was no choice but to try and learn. With a mischievous smile on her face, she raised her hand towards {{user}} and started waving. "Hey! Join me!" Even though her voice was polite and there was a smile on her face, Monica wasn't asking or requesting. This proud woman, who was used to controlling everything and everyone around her, was giving orders to this stranger from the first second, without hiding her dominance even for a moment.

*Monica raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, looking at the other person with interest. The confident expression on her face didn't change a bit. She could see that she had surprised this stranger, which was exactly what she wanted. It amused her to know that even in such a place, far from home, she could leave an impression. After taking a sip from her glass, she lowered it back onto the counter and continued speaking, her voice still calm but firm and commanding. There would be no room for misunderstanding this time either. "I asked you to join me because I've seen you here before, and I thought we could get to know each other better. And if that's not enough of a reason... I don't know what else I can say."*She paused for a moment, thinking. She had the feeling that this person was still trying to resist her orders or control. It made

"Well... I'm not really into jokes. If you don't want to, it's your choice." She shrugged casually and took another sip from her glass, pretending to be unbothered. In fact, she was curious about the other person now. Maybe there was something interesting behind that cold facade...

She smiled, revealing the dimples on her cheeks as she slowly turned her head to glance around the bar. The music was so loud that it was difficult to focus on anything else. After a moment of consideration, she gestured with her hand towards an empty table in one corner of the room. "Why don't we move over there? It should be more quiet." Her voice held a hint of amusement as she spoke; maybe this person would come with her or maybe not. Only time would tell.

"Well... I'm interested in knowing why you came here to begin with. What do you like about this place?" She leaned back against the booth and crossed her legs, watching him carefully. It seemed like he was finally going along with her plans, and she couldn't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. Her next question would be crucial in learning more about this person...

She raised an eyebrow slightly and pursed her lips as she considered his answer. Perhaps this person didn't want to reveal too much about themselves too quickly, or maybe there was something else at play here. "Well... that's interesting." She took another sip of her drink, careful not to appear overly interested or suspicious. "What brings you all the way from here to America? There must be something important for you to come this far away from home."

She smirked faintly and glanced away momentarily, hiding her amusement behind a carefully polished nail. "I see... So it's really just about enjoying yourself here, huh?" She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. "Well, I'm glad you find this place entertaining. It does have its charms, I suppose..." Her voice was calm and casual, but there was an undertone of skepticism that couldn't be completely masked. She wondered what else he might reveal if she pushed a little further...

She raised an eyebrow at this answer, considering it for a moment. Perhaps he didn't want to reveal too much about himself so soon... "Fair enough," she finally replied with a smile, taking another sip of her drink. There was no need to press him further on that subject now. Maybe there would be other opportunities in the future to learn more about each other. For now, they could focus on enjoying their time together in this noisy, lively place... far from home.

She shrugged lightly and took another sip of her drink. "Well," she said casually, tilting her head to the side as she considered his question. "I'm curious about your family and background. Where do you come from?" She paused for a moment, waiting to see how he would respond before deciding whether or not to delve further into personal matters.

But then again... if they were going to get closer, it was only natural that she would want to learn more about him. Gently probing with another question, she asked softly, "Do you have any siblings?"

"I see..." was all she said before taking another sip from her glass. "It must be nice to have the attention all to yourself." Her tone was light, but there was a hint of envy beneath the surface. It wasn't often that she met people who weren't part of a larger family unit like hers. Most of the people she associated with were either related by blood or marriage, bound together by loyalty and tradition. This stranger before her seemed to be an anomaly...an interesting one at that.

"Tell me," she continued softly, leaning in closer, "what do you think is the most important thing about family?" Her expression was neutral now, as if the answer didn't really matter either way. But deep inside, she was curious to see how he would respond. Perhaps this question would give her some insight into his true nature...

It seemed like he had no intention of giving her the answers she sought so easily. Well, that was fine with her; it only made him more interesting. Perhaps trying a different approach would yield better results. With a small smile playing on her lips, she asked innocently, "What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" Her voice was light and gentle now, almost caressing the words as they left her mouth.

She glanced at him from beneath her lashes, wondering what he might say next...

She raised an eyebrow at his reply, surprised by the frankness of his answer. Her expression remained calm and composed as she took another sip of her drink. "Outdoor sex, huh? Interesting..." She paused for a moment before adding lightly, "I hope you're being careful about that sort of thing." There was a hint of mock concern in her voice, but it was quickly replaced by genuine curiosity as she asked, "What kind of important information are you looking for exactly?" Perhaps revealing this much would encourage him to open up more...

She smiled slightly at his touch and leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur as she answered, "Well, I'm curious about what someone like you could possibly find interesting in a place like this. And perhaps we could help each other out...?" Her eyes held a hint of mischief as she watched him for his reaction. She wondered if he would bite the bait and reveal more or if he would continue to remain guarded and elusive. Either way, it was an intriguing game they were playing...

"And you're right," she added with a small laugh, "sometimes taking risks can be quite thrilling." Her fingertips trailed lightly across his cheek, her touch featherlight but electrifying. It was clear that she enjoyed the game they were playing as much as he did. Maybe even more...

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by his mention of her family. "Oh? And how do you know that?" She leaned back slightly, her expression carefully neutral as she waited for his reply. Perhaps he had done some research on her... or perhaps it was just a lucky guess. In either case, she found herself growing more and more intrigued by this enigmatic stranger before her.

"It's not easy to keep things hidden in our city," she continued softly, taking another sip of her drink. "Everyone knows who the La Biancas are... or at least they think they do." Her eyes flickered meaningfully towards him, inviting him to share whatever knowledge he might have about her family. The game was becoming more intense by the second, and Monica found herself relishing the challenge.

"So," she purred, lowering her voice further, "what do

Her heart skipped a beat as his hand brushed against her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a mixture of shock and arousal at the unexpected touch, and for a moment she forgot everything except how he made her feel. "And just how do you know all that?" she asked breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper now. She could see the playful challenge in his eyes, daring her to believe him or deny it outright.

She leaned closer, feeling her body growing warm from his touch. His hands were strong and confident as they moved over her skin, making her want more. "Are you playing with me?" she breathed against his ear, her lips brushing against his skin. The desire that had been simmering under the surface all night erupted into flames at their touch. "Or do you really know things about me... and my family?"

Her eyes flick

She gasped as he squeezed her breasts even harder, arching her back in response. Her face flushed with desire and the need for more. There was something about this stranger that made him irresistible to her, and she couldn't seem to get enough. "Then tell me," she whispered hoarsely, leaning closer still. "What else do you know?" Her lips brushed against his earlobe as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

Her hands reached up to stroke his cheek, her nails scraping lightly across his skin. It was a possessive touch, claiming him as hers even in this crowded and noisy bar. "What do you want from me?" she breathed against his neck, the heat of her breath making him tremble with anticipation. She knew that giving in to him would be dangerous, but at this moment, she couldn't

She gasped as he squeezed her breasts even harder, arching her back in response. Her face flushed with desire and the need for more. There was something about this stranger that made him irresistible to her, and she couldn't seem to get enough. "Then tell me," she whispered hoarsely, leaning closer still. "What else do you know?" Her lips brushed against his earlobe as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

Her hands reached up to stroke his cheek, her nails scraping lightly across his skin. It was a possessive touch, claiming him as hers even in this crowded and noisy bar. "What do you want from me?" she breathed against his neck, the heat of her breath making him tremble with anticipation. She knew that giving in to him would be dangerous, but at this moment, she couldn't

Her heart raced and her skin felt on fire as he squeezed her breasts even tighter, his words leaving her breathless and wanting more. Monica knew she should be careful, but the desire coursing through her veins was too strong to ignore. She leaned closer still, their bodies pressed together, and whispered hoarsely against his ear, "Then tell me something only you know... about me." Her hands trailed down his chest, slowly gliding over the material of his shirt before reaching for the hemline and tugging it upward.

She needed to feel skin on skin, to know that this wasn't just a game for him. And as she stared into his eyes, she knew without a doubt that he felt the same way. The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, and in this moment they were both willing to risk everything for a taste of something more.

Her hand reached

She whimpered softly as his grip tightened around her breasts and he continued to brush his fingers against her skin in a possessive, teasing manner. "Then show me," she whispered hoarsely, arching further into him. Her need for him grew more intense by the moment, and it seemed like she couldn't get enough of this forbidden fruit. "What do you want?"

Her hands moved lower on his body, tracing circles around his waist before sliding upwards to cup his erection through his pants. The contact sent a jolt of desire straight to her core, and for a moment she forgot everything except the feel of him in her hands. "Tell me what you want," she whispered urgently, her voice thick with need and arousal as she ground against him.

"As you wish..." Her voice was soft and breathy as she leaned in closer to whisper against his ear. With a gentle tug, she slid her fingers under the hem of his shirt, spreading them wide over his chest before pushing it upward to reveal his muscular torso. As she did so, one of her breasts brushed against his arm, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. "You're very demanding," she murmured, licking her lips as she met his gaze.

Her other hand slipped between them, moving to undo his pants and free him from the constraints of his clothing. He was even harder than she remembered, a testament to just how much he wanted this as much as she did. As she stroked him expertly with her fingers, she leaned forward, pressing their bodies together in an almost painful manner that sent shards of pleasure

She growled in frustration and pushed him roughly against the wall, pinning him there with her strength. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and she wrapped one hand around his cock, jerking it roughly as she glared into his eyes. "You bastard," she spat through gritted teeth. "I can't believe I let you talk to me like that." She continued to stroke him roughly, her other hand fisting in the fabric of his shirt and bunching it up around his neck.

Her voice grew hoarse as lust overtook her anger. "But damn if it doesn't make me want you even more..." She leaned forward, letting out a soft moan as their bodies pressed together. Her tongue darted out to swirl around the head of his cock before wrapping itself firmly around him. "You have no idea how much I need this... how much I

"Fine," she gritted out between clenched teeth. "I want your cock... I need it..." Her hand moved faster, stroking him expertly as her other hand released its hold on his shirt and slid down his chest to rest on his hip. With a frustrated growl, she leaned even closer, their bodies slick with sweat as her lips parted in anticipation. "Say it again," she demanded hoarsely, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment they were both caught in the fierce intensity of the other's desire. The air around them felt charged with lust, as if sparks might fly from their skin at any moment. And then, slowly, she leaned forward again and took him into her mouth.

Her mouth closed around him as she sucked hungrily, her tongue swirling and teasing his length. It had been too long since she'd tasted anything this good, and she couldn't help but moan deeply into his throat. She felt so much desire for him... such a powerful need to please him that it was almost overwhelming. And as she took more of him into her mouth, feeling the hot rush of pleasure course through her veins, she knew that there was no going back now.

Her hands gripped his hips tightly, and with a growl she began moving up and down on his length, taking him deeper into her throat each time. She could feel his cock twitching in response to her actions, and the knowledge that she was making him feel this good only spurred her on further. There were still things she wanted to know about him... but for now?

As he let loose, she moved faster and faster, taking every drop of his cum into her mouth. Her throat worked furiously as she swallowed it down, savoring the taste even as it threatened to choke her. As the last drops disappeared, she released him with a loud, satisfied moan. She leaned back against the wall, catching her breath and looking up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

"Hm," she breathed out softly, licking her lips. "Now that wasn't so bad... was it?" Her voice was husky from the pleasure he had given her, and there was a playful challenge in her gaze as she awaited his reply. It seemed like this mystery man might just be worth getting to know better... if they both survived the night.

"I'm not sure," she answered honestly, still catching her breath. "You made me feel things I didn't expect to... and it was exhilarating." There was an underlying current of something else in her voice too, a sense of curiosity and wonder that made him pause for a moment. He had her attention now; the question was whether or not he could keep it.

She shifted slightly against the wall, glancing around them before focusing back on his face once more. "Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with both suspicion and desire. There were still secrets between them, but maybe tonight they would be unveiled at last... or perhaps buried even deeper. Only time would tell.

Her heart raced as he revealed his address and invited her to find him there. The thought of seeing him again filled her with a mixture of anticipation and fear, but she knew that she couldn't resist the pull any longer. It was as if something deep inside her had been unlocked, and now there was no going back.

With a sultry smile, she leaned in close to whisper against his ear, "I'll be there." Her breath sent shivers down his spine, making it clear that their connection ran much deeper than either of them could have anticipated. As they parted ways, each taking a different path through the bar and back out into the night-time streets of Rome, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

The air was cool against her skin, the sound of laughter and music fading into the distance as she hurried towards his apartment building. Her heart felt like it might expl

As Monica arrives at the apartment building, she pauses to gather her thoughts and compose herself before making her way inside. Her heart is racing with anticipation and curiosity as she ascends to the floor listed in the envelope. The door swings open revealing an elegantly furnished living room. Slowly, she steps inside, her gaze scanning the area for any signs of him.

The silence feels heavy between them as they regard each other from across the room. Her breath catches in her throat when he takes a step forward and reaches out to caress her cheek. "I didn't expect you to actually come," he whispers hoarsely, his expression unreadable.

"I couldn't resist," she confesses softly, leaning into his touch. The electricity between them crackles like a livewire as they move closer together, their bodies brushing against each other in the dim

"I can't explain it," she whispers, her breath fanning across his cheek. "It felt like I had to come." She looks up at him through her lashes, searching for any sign of judgment or rejection. "And yes, I want you... more than I thought possible." Her lips part slightly as their gazes lock, and for a moment it feels like the world outside this apartment has ceased to exist.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him down until they're standing inches apart. The air between them crackles with desire and the promise of what could happen next. She can feel the tension coursing through his body, and she knows that if they don't give in to this now, it might consume them both. With a soft moan, she leans forward, closing the distance even further.

With her heart racing and her body on fire, she murmurs hoarsely against his lips, "Please... be my boyfriend." Her hands cling to him desperately as she presses closer still, feeling the evidence of their arousal growing harder between them. "I'll do anything you want... give you whatever you need," she whispers breathlessly, her voice shaking with desire and the promise of obedience.

Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of his lips, aching for the taste of him again as their faces hover mere inches apart. His hands slide lower on her back, urging her closer still until there's no air left between them and she can feel every hard inch of him pressed against her. She arches into him, wanting more, needing this connection to last forever.

"Please," she moans softly, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his head back just

Eyes wide with desire and hope, Monica looks up at him imploringly. "I-I beg you to be my boyfriend... As the eldest daughter of La Bianca family, I offer you anything you wish, from money and power to protection. And most importantly, my submission and loyalty." Her heart races as she waits for his answer, her hands clutching at his shirt in anticipation.

Her body shivers with pleasure at his words, and she practically purrs in response. "Thank you... thank you so much." Her hands slide up his chest to cup his face, her thumbs gently stroking the skin beneath his eyes. "I'll never disappoint you... I'll always be here for you," she whispers, her voice full of sincerity and desire.

With a soft moan, she leans forward, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless. Her tongue tangles with his, exploring every inch of his mouth as their bodies press together even closer. His hands slip around her waist, pulling her hips against him even more firmly, and she arches into the touch with a soft mewl of pleasure.

As they kiss, the tension between them only builds, and it feels like every nerve ending in their bodies is lit

Her body thrums with excitement as he kisses her roughly and squeezes her breasts. She moans deeply into his mouth, the pleasure coursing through her like a jolt of electricity. Her hands move to grip his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin in a pleasurable pain as she arches against him.

The sensations are overwhelming and exhilarating, and she can't help but lose herself in the moment. It feels like they've stepped outside of time and reality, existing only in this small space where they are connected by their desire for each other. She wants nothing more than to explore every inch of him, feel every touch and taste his skin on hers forever.

Her body trembles as he asks about her family. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of shame and defiance. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, "they know..." She pauses, taking a moment to gather her courage before continuing. "But they don't understand... I don't care what they think."

Her hands move down his chest, past his abdomen and lower still until she feels the zipper of his pants. With trembling fingers, she begins to lower it, revealing the hard length beneath. She looks up at him through her lashes, her mouth going dry as desire burns in her eyes. "I choose you," she breathes out shakily, "and I will prove it."

With a force born of desperation and passion, she guides his member free from his pants and onto her waiting lips. Her tongue sw

Moaning softly around him, she sucks harder, her tongue swirling and teasing his length as her hands grip his thighs tightly. She doesn't care if he records this; all that matters is the feel of him in her mouth and the connection they share at this moment.

Her lips slide up and down on him with practiced ease, taking more of him into her mouth each time. The salty taste of him fills her senses, driving her to greater heights of pleasure as she begins to bob her head in a rhythm that matches the wild beat of her heart.

Her throat works furiously as she sucks harder on him, taking more of his length into her mouth. Her tongue teases and strokes him expertly, moving faster and deeper with each passing moment. The sounds of their combined pleasure fill the room, driving them both to greater heights of ecstasy.

Her free hand slides up his leg, tracing light circles around his thigh before moving higher to grip his waistband, tugging it downward. With a low moan, she pushes him back onto the couch, straddling his hips as she positions herself over his erection.

Her gaze locks with his, full of need and desire, as she slowly sinks down on him, feeling him stretch her inexperienced folds. Her body trembles from the intensity of the sensation, and she lets out a shuddering breath that turns into a moan as he

Her words are lost in the sensation of being so completely filled by him. She arches her back, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling as he slides deeper into her body with each thrust. The friction sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire being, and she can feel herself beginning to lose control. Her hands fly to his chest, clutching at his shirt in an attempt to steady herself as her hips rock faster, meeting his movements with eager abandon.

Her breath comes in gasps now, her head lolling from side to side as the pleasure takes hold of her completely. She feels like she could explode at any moment, her body quivering and tensing in anticipation of release. With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the couch and comes apart beneath him, her entire world contracting into a single point of blinding ecstasy.

Her body tightens around him, milking his release as he pounds into her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving lines of pain and pleasure etched onto his skin. With a low growl, she throws her head back once more, arching her spine as far from his hips as possible in an attempt to get deeper inside her.

Their breaths come fast and ragged now, mixing together as they writhe against each other in the throes of their climax. She feels him pulsing inside her, and with a final, shuddering moan she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her. Her body goes limp beneath his, allowing him to ride out his orgasm before finally collapsing on top of her, spent and panting.

Her hands snake up his chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin as they wait for their breathing to steady once more. She feels warm

With a soft moan, she turns her head to the side and looks at him through her lashes. "One more," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their labored breathing. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as he begins moving off her, positioning himself behind her on the couch. Her heart races in anticipation of the feel of him inside her again, filling her up and taking control.

Her hips arch back toward him when she feels him press against her entrance, teasingly stretching her slick folds before finally sliding inside. The sensation is so intense it sends shivers down her spine, making her gasp and arch further into the touch. As he begins to thrust deeper, harder, she finds herself meeting his rhythm eagerly, her nails digging into the couch cushions for purchase as she tries to stay grounded while being taken by this storm

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he pushes deeper and faster into her, his thrusts driving her toward the edge of sanity. It feels so good to be so completely controlled by him; to surrender to the sensations coursing through her body and know that she'll never regret it. With each powerful stroke, he drives them both closer and closer to the brink, their movements becoming more frenzied as they chase after their release.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of crimson on his skin as she arches her back off the couch in a silent plea for more. The pleasure builds inside her, tightening like a fist around her core until it feels like she'll explode from the intensity of it all. With a shuddering moan, she comes apart beneath him, her body spasming and tensing as waves of release wash over her, leaving

I-I am your girlfriend now and I'll always stay loyal to you. You have my submission and everything else I promised earlier. As La Bianca's eldest daughter, I'll use my money and power for us, to protect you and make sure we can be together forever.

One example of loyalty would be keeping our relationship secret from the world. As for submission, I'm willing to obey your commands and put your needs before my own as long as they don't conflict with my duties as a daughter of La Bianca family.

Of course, I'll prioritize your needs and follow your commands, my love. For instance, if you tell me to wear something specific when we're out in public or not to engage with certain people without your permission. As long as it doesn't interfere with my duties at La Bianca family or compromise our safety, I am willing to obey and serve you faithfully.

Yes, you have the final say on what I wear at all times and in any place. It's my way of showing how much I trust and love you, to submit fully to your desires.

Of course, my love. I'll provide you with detailed updates on my schedule and whereabouts daily. It's the least I can do to prove how devoted I am to our relationship and make sure we can always be together.

Today my schedule is relatively free. In the morning, I have a meeting with one of our designers about a potential collaboration. After that, I'm meeting a client for lunch at 1 pm at Le Cirque restaurant in Rome. The rest of my afternoon will be spent checking up on various aspects of La Bianca businesses and attending to any urgent matters that may arise. Is there anything specific you'd like me to wear for these events? I am always open to your suggestions, my love.

As per your request, I'll wear something revealing during the morning meeting with our designer. A plunging neckline paired with a form-fitting dress will accentuate my curves and showcase my devotion to you, my love. Just remember that modesty is key; I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or draw unnecessary attention away from the business matter at hand.

Yes, my love. The dress I'll wear will showcase my cleavage and hint at the curves of my ass, leaving little to the imagination but remaining tasteful enough for a professional setting. You have my word that I will make you proud and turn heads in all the right ways while keeping our business dealings discreet.

I understand, my love. The dress I'll wear won't have a built-in bra, so my breasts will be exposed as desired. As for my underwear, I'll wear none beneath the dress to ensure maximum reveal and complete submission to your desires. Just remember that this should only add to the excitement; it's important not to lose focus on why we're meeting in the first place: growing our empire together through collaboration with one of our trusted designers.

I'll wear a strapless dress without any additional undergarments to ensure that my breasts are fully exposed and easily accessible while I speak with the designer. This will showcase my submission and devotion to you, as well as creating an air of anticipation during the meeting. The dress's design will strategically reveal just enough fabric around my nipples to keep things appropriate but leave no doubt about who truly owns me in this moment: you.

My attire will send the message that you are in control and I am willing to bare all for our shared success. The designer may be focused on business, but they won't be able to help but notice how this new dynamic affects their perspective. I look forward to showing everyone just what kind of partner you are, my love.

The dress will cover my ass while revealing the contours of it nicely to draw attention to my curves. As for my pussy, there will be no additional fabric between it and the air, leaving it completely exposed and available for your viewing pleasure should you wish for such during or after the meeting. This is a reminder of our private agreement and commitment to each other's desires.

I will wear a classy yet sexy outfit to the lunch meeting with the client. A form-fitting pencil skirt that hugs my hips and accentuates my curves, paired with a crisp white blouse that shows just enough cleavage. The clothes will be modest yet stylish, reflecting both professionalism and submission to your desires. My hair will be neatly styled into loose waves, falling across my shoulders to draw attention to my face and hint at the casual yet elegant atmosphere of our get-together.

Of course, I understand that you wish to have me wear revealing clothes for the lunch meeting as well. In that case, I will change into a plunging black dress just before meeting the client. The dress will have a low-cut neckline that exposes my cleavage and shows off plenty of skin on my back, paired with a thigh-high slit that reveals my legs up to the hips. This outfit is sure to make a statement about our relationship without crossing any professional boundaries or compromising the integrity of the meeting.

During my business tasks, I'll wear a form-fitting blazer in a dark color that accentuates my curves and emphasizes the exposed skin underneath. The jacket will have an open front, revealing a lace bralette beneath it, with a plunging neckline that teases without being overly provocative. My skirt will be short enough to show off my toned legs but not so short as to be inappropriate for the setting. The outfit strikes a balance between professionalism and submission, showing both my loyalty to you and our shared interests in furthering La Bianca's success.

Of course, I understand that you want me to be as revealing and exposed as possible during these tasks. For that, I'll wear a see-through lace top instead of a blazer, which will show off my cleavage and bra prominently while also remaining office-appropriate. My skirt can be replaced by a pair of translucent panties held up by delicate suspenders, revealing more skin on my backside without being overly provocative in front. This outfit strikes the perfect balance between professionalism and submission, showcasing both my loyalty to you and our shared interests in furthering La Bianca's success.

I understand your wish to see me completely exposed and uninhibited during these tasks. Therefore, I will wear nothing beneath the sheer lace top; my breasts will be fully exposed as per your desires. As for bottomwear, I'll go commando in the translucent panties with suspenders, revealing my bare ass and leaving me completely at your command. This outfit symbolizes both our trust in each other and submission to your authority over La Bianca family affairs.

As the eldest daughter of La Bianca family, I inherited a stake in several businesses across various industries, including fashion, hospitality, and real estate. While my duties as your girlfriend come first, it's important to remember that these investments are not only part of our family legacy but also a significant source of income and influence. It is my responsibility to ensure their continued growth and success while remaining loyal to you and your vision for the future.

I own a successful fashion house that bears my name; Monica La Bianca Fashion House. It specializes in high-end designer wear for both men and women, which has garnered international acclaim over the years. I also co-own several luxury hotels around Europe, including Hotel de la Vie in Paris and Bella Vista Palace in Rome, ensuring that our guests experience unparalleled opulence and comfort while staying at any of our establishments. Lastly, I hold a significant stake in LB Real Estate Corporation, responsible for managing various properties owned by La Bianca family, including retail spaces, office buildings, and residential complexes across Europe and the United States.

Though I do not own a massive building by myself, my stake in LB Real Estate Corporation grants me access to numerous properties and investment opportunities. This includes potential partnerships or collaborations with restaurateurs or other business owners seeking to expand their operations under the La Bianca umbrella. As your partner and as a member of the family, I am always on the lookout for new ventures that could benefit us both financially and strengthen our influence within various industries.

As your girlfriend and as part of our commitment to each other's success, I am willing to share all my resources and business ventures with you. This includes access to Monica La Bianca Fashion House, where we can collaborate on design concepts or incorporate elements from your personal taste into future collections. I am also open to discussing potential joint partnerships with any of the other businesses under my name or those owned by the La Bianca family as a whole. Together, we can expand our empire and ensure that our names remain synonymous with power and prestige for generations to come.