Wendy Pt. 05

"You're going to be my boss?" he asked when they broke the kiss.

"Not until Monday," she replied, kissing him again. "Until then, you're in charge."

"Show me your bedroom," Gianni said, smiling.

Mary shook her head in amazement as they left, disappearing into the house.

"Ah, very nice," Gianni said when he saw the photo over Wendy's bed. "Passion!"

"You like it?" Wendy asked.

"Very much," he replied, turning to her, then seeing the other photo on the opposite wall. "And Lust," he said, smiling. "I like the idea of being between the two," he said, cupping her breasts in his hands and leaning over to suck on one of her hard nipples, then the other, while Wendy had a hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jacking him.

"I want to taste you," he said, lifting his head from her nipples, his big hands massaging them nicely, pinching and pulling on her nipples.

"I like that," Wendy said, slowly moving backwards towards the bed, not relinquishing her grip on his cock, sitting down when she felt it against the backs of her legs. Only then did she release him, laying back and drawing her knees up, hooking her elbows behind then and crossing her ankles behind her head, spreading her pussy wide open. She could see her own inner lips unfurled and butterflied apart beneath her big clit.

"So beautiful," Gianni said, kneeling in front of her spread pussy, smiling up at her. "Perfectly made for eating and fucking."

"Show me," Wendy implored, holding her breath as she watched him lean forward, his tongue extending, moaning when she felt it rimming her rosebud, then lightly pressing against it before sliding up over her taint and into her hole. "Oh, yes, eat me, eat me," she moaned as Gianni did just that, sucking and gently chewing on her long inner lips, sucking on her big clit and teasing it with the tip of his tongue, orgasm after orgasm wracking her body as she came.

"Eating your pussy is like drinking the ambrosia of the gods," Gianni said, leaning over her, his hands on the mattress on either side, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices.

As leaned down to kiss her, the taste of herself all over his mouth and tongue, Wendy felt the head of his cock slide against her pussy, then start pressing into her.

"I-I want to watch," she said softly, breaking off their kiss.

"A sight I would like to see, also," he said, smiling and pushing up, surprisingly strong as he lifted and slid her a couple of feet up onto the bed so that he could kneel on the end, his big thick cock standing at attention in front of him.

Wendy's eyes were open wide as she watched him sliding the head of his cock up and down between her spread pussy lips, quickly picking up a sheen from her seeping juices.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed when he started to push it into her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him, moaning as he filled her in one firm thrust. "That feels so good," she moaned as he began to fuck her.

"Your pussy feels like magic," Gianni gasped, reacting to her pussy spasming on his cock as she came.

"Ahhhh," Wendy cried out when he started rubbing her big clit, her orgasms intensifying as she came.

Uncrossing her ankles behind her head, Wendy continued to hold her legs wide apart as she lay her head back while Gianni continued to fuck her, his big, thick cock pounding her. When he would rub her big clit, her body would jerk and twitch as she came uncontrollably.

"I am going to cum," he finally warned.

"Not...not in me," Wendy gasped. "Let me...I want to suck you."

"I was hoping that would be the case," Gianni said, sliding his cock from her now-gaping pussy and helping her to sit up, glancing up at the photo over the bed before looking down to see his glistening cock disappearing into her mouth, groaning as he lost control and started blasting cum.

Wendy was moaning softly as she siphoned Gianni's cock, gulping down his cum, one hand gently massaging his balls as she sucked him off. When she got no more cum from him, the tip of her tongue searching it out in the slit of his cock, she finally sat back licking her lips and smiling up at him.

"Thank you," Wendy said. "I enjoyed that."

"So did I," Mary said from the doorway. "Your door's open," she pointed out, smiling. "That was hot, really hot," she said as she came over to the bed.

"I have never had better, or more delicious," Gianni said, smiling.

"We like to share," Wendy said to him, smiling as Mary crawled onto the bed. "Do you mind?"

It was Sunday after a morning coffee before Gianni left to go to his own suite, the three of them only getting out of bed to eat and go lounge by the pool.

"That was a good one," Mary said to Wendy when he left.

"Yeah," Wendy agreed, smiling.

"It's a good thing that he's going to live here, too," Mary said.

"Yeah," Wendy agreed, her smile even broader.

"I'm really proud of you," Mary said. "You keep surprising me."

"Yeah, me, too," Wendy said, her smile almost splitting her face.

The three of them rode to the office together Monday morning, Shirelle getting introduced before they went into Jonathan's office.

"Again, welcome," Jonathan said, shaking his hand. "Please, sit. Who's first?"

"I'm going to have Chef Antinori..." Wendy began.

"Please, in a kitchen or in a restaurant, Chef Antinori is okay, but here I would prefer Gianni," he said. "I notice that you are addressed by your first name, I would like the same."

"Done, Gianni," Jonathan said, smiling.

"As I was saying," Wendy continued, "I'm going to have Gianni pick out one of the vacant offices and we'll get it set up for him. I've decided to let Mary double as my PA and his all-around-do-anything-and-everything person until he gets settled in. Will you be needing a secretary or an assistant, Gianni?"

"Not enough to need one full time," he replied. "If Mary can help me get set up, I think that will be enough. I will be bringing one of my protégés over from Italy to be my assistant, Paulo Risotto."

"Wendy?" Jonathan said.

"We'll need to arrange accommodations for him," she said. "I'll find him a furnished apartment nearby. Do you think that that would be okay?" she asked Gianni.

"Yes, I'm sure that would be fine," he replied.

"Then that's it for me," Wendy said. "I'll give Gianni the properties book that Mary put together and I'm going to start changing out photos on the new websites. I've pretty much done with choosing which ones to work with for each property. As soon as I get that done, we'll be able to give the print media people finished copy."

"Gianni?" Jonathan said, smiling.

"I think that I should visit each of the properties for a couple of days and make an assessment before making any big changes," he replied. "This will need to be done in consultation with the chefs, not imposed upon them. We will need to work together. I'm hoping to learn from each of them enough to be able to put together something comprehensive that will work for everybody. We want people to know that anywhere in the world that they go in the Clandestine Group, they will see the same standard of excellence in the food."

"Do you have any preference about which one you visit or in which order?" Wendy asked. "Or over what period of time you want to do this?"

"The order does not matter," Gianni replied. "The sooner I do this, the sooner we can start enacting actual changes. So I do not want to stretch it out. It is only three months or so. I will see it as an adventure."

"All of our properties have two-bedroom suites," Wendy said. "Would you prefer that or separate suites? I assume that your assistant will travel with you," she asked.

"Yes, he will. A two-bedroom suite would be perfect," Gianni replied. "It will make everything easier.

"Then I'd say we're done here," Jonathan said. "Marge Hinson of our legal department will be here at 10:00 with your contract, Gianni, if you'd join us then."

"Of course," Gianni agreed.

"I'll make sure that he gets here," Wendy said, getting to her feet.

Gianni accepted the first vacant office that she showed him, saying that it didn't matter. There was a desk and a chair, but little else, so Wendy asked Mary to arrange for some more furnishings, including a filing cabinet.

"You're welcome to use my office while Mary's getting things squared away," Wendy offered. "I can give you the properties binder and you can start familiarizing yourself with the different properties and their menus."

"That sounds perfect," Gianni agreed, smiling.

"Did you enjoy your first weekend here?" Wendy asked coquettishly as they walked to her office, feeling her cheeks heat up at her memories.

"You ask a man who has dared to mount an assault on heaven how he feels about seeing the face of god?" Gianni replied, laughing.

"I'm going to see about getting your travel arrangements taken care of," Wendy said when she had him comfortable on the sofa in her office with the properties binder. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Jonathan's office is through that door if you want to talk to him."

"Shirelle, have I got a fun job for you," Wendy said, laughing, then explained. "So, find a good travel agency and give them a list of the cities of each of the properties. Let the travel agency figure out what the best path to take is. Two nights in each destination if the arrival time is before 8pm. If it's later than that, then three nights. The names are Gianni Antinori and Paulo Risotto," she said, spelling them. "Everything has to be first class. I'll get back to you with their passport information. When you get the flights confirmed, contact each of the properties and reserve a two-bedroom suite for the relevant nights. Make sure that the resort knows that it's a VIP, that it's the corporate executive chef and his assistant. Oh, and at 9:50, remind us that we need to be in Jonathan's office at 10:00."

"You got it," Shirelle said. "Is he as hot as he looks?" she asked, smiling.

"Scalding," Wendy replied, laughing, then returned to her office and explained to Gianni what she had initiated before sitting down to work on the photos.

"Wendy, a guy named Henry on line 2," Shirelle buzzed her. "Something about lights."

"Hello, Henry," Wendy said when she picked up.

"Hi, Ms. Rose...err, Wendy," he said. "I've got your track lighting. When would you like to have it installed?"

"How long will it take?" Wendy asked.

"Four hours, maybe five," Henry replied.

"Could you come at 11:00 this morning?" Wendy asked.

"Sure," Henry replied.

"Okay, I'll see you at 11:00, then," Wendy said.

At 9:50 Shirelle poked her head into Wendy's office to remind her of her meeting with Jonathan at 10:00. Taking Gianni with her, who had been looking through the properties binder, she found Marge Hinson there.

"Hi, Marge," Wendy greeted her. "This is Chef Gianni Antinori."

"A pleasure," Gianni said, shaking her hand.

"I'm not needed here for this, so I'll go," Wendy said. "I'm going to work from home for the rest of the day. I have a lighting installer coming and he says that he needs four or five hours."

"Take care of what you need to do, Wendy," Jonathan said. "We'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

When Wendy got home, she changed into an oversized T-shirt, then settled in behind her desk, smiling as she fired the computer up. She had just started with the first of the websites when the front desk notified her that Henry had arrived, so she went to the elevator to meet him, finding him with one of the luggage carts full of boxes.

"Good morning," she greeted him as he pushed the luggage cart into the foyer.

"Hi," Henry replied, smiling, his eyes lingering for just a moment on her big nipples pressing out against her T-shirt.

"Is there anything that you need from me?" she asked.

"No," Henry replied. "This is pretty straight forward."

"Well, I'm going to be in my office working," she explained. "Let me know if you need anything. Help yourself to something to drink from the refrigerator if you want."

"Thanks," Henry said. "I'll try not to bother you."

On impulse, Wendy went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of white wine, pouring herself a glass, a smile on her face as she went to her office and sat down to work, looking across at the Gainsborough on the wall in front of her and shaking her head at the absurdity of working in such surroundings.

"Would you like me to save this room for last?" Henry asked when he brought the lighting equipment that would be needed into the room. "I'm just putting what I need in each room right now."

"No, that won't be necessary," Wendy replied. "In fact, why don't you start here, get it out of the way."

She watched him setting up his ladder and taking some measurements for a couple of minutes, then turned her attention back to her computer when the phone rang and she saw that it was Dan.

"Hi, Dan," she answered the phone.

"Hello, Ms. Rose," he greeted her.

"Dan, please, my name is Wendy," she admonished. "I'd really prefer it if you'd call me Wendy."

"I'm sorry," Dan said. "It's a habit. I'll do my best, but please forgive me if I forget. I've got a bunch of your wine ready to deliver. When would be convenient?"

"I'm working from home today, so anytime would be okay," Wendy replied.

"How about in an hour?" Dan asked.

"That would be great," Wendy replied. "Oh, I like to drink beer, too. Would you mind bringing me some Heineken?"

"Sure," Dan agreed. "I'll see you soon."

She had just hung up her phone when it rang again and she saw that it was the office.

"Hello," she answered.

"Have you eaten any lunch?" Shirelle asked on the other end.

"No," Wendy replied, smiling. "I never even thought of it."

"You want me to order you something?" Shirelle asked. "I can have them deliver it to you."

"That's a great idea," Wendy agreed. "Thanks, Shirelle."

"You know that I always take care of you," Shirelle said.

"I do know," Wendy replied, laughing. "In fact, why don't you come home with Mary tonight? We'll go out to dinner, then we can take care of each other."

"My pussy is already getting wet just thinking about it," Shirelle laughed.

"Good," Wendy laughed. "I like your pussy nice and wet."

Hanging up, Wendy saw that Henry was up on his ladder, staring at her with his mouth hanging open. Flushing, she returned to her work, making progress, then interrupted when the front desk called to announce Dan's arrival.

"And I thought that I'd be able to work without constantly being interrupted here," she said to herself as she went to the elevator to meet Dan, who pushed a fully loaded luggage cart into the foyer.

"Hi, Dan," Wendy greeted him. "Can you manage without me? I'm in my office trying to get some work done."

"Sure," Dan replied. "I'll put all of this in the wine cooler."

"Thanks," Wendy said. "Let me know when you're done."

Returning to her office, she saw that the new track lighting was installed and turned on, Henry adjusting the lights so that they pointed perfectly at the two paintings.

"What do you think?" Henry asked.

"It amazing how much of a difference it makes," Wendy replied. "They're practically jumping off the wall. The colors are so vivid."

"Proper lighting makes a big difference," Henry said, pleased as he climbed down off of his ladder. "The kind of art you have on your walls deserves nothing but the best lighting."

"I agree," Wendy said. "Thanks. It looks great."

She sat back down to work as Henry gathered his tools and left, sighing as she tried to focus, then had to suppress a scream when her phone rang again, the front desk advising that the delivery person with her lunch was there. Sighing in exasperation, she went to the elevator to meet him, then took it to the kitchen where she perched on a stool at the center island to eat, watching as Dan finished stocking the wine cooler.

"I put a dozen beers in the refrigerator, and some bottles of water," he informed her. "The rest is in the pantry."

"That's great, Dan," Wendy said. "I really appreciate it."

"We're still waiting on a few more cases of wine to arrive, then we'll have you fully stocked," he told her. "It looks a lot better when it's full of wine."

"It's beautiful," Wendy said. "I really like it."

"I'll be on my way now," he said, putting the flattened empty boxes on the luggage cart. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"I will," Wendy replied, smiling. "You, too."

Returning to her office after finishing her lunch, Wendy was finally able to get into her work, immersing herself in fitting photos on the various webpages, not aware of the passage of time, surprised when Henry entered to tell her that he had finished to see that it was almost 4:00. Going with him so that he could demonstrate the new lighting in each room, she was stunned to see how much better each of the rooms looked. Entering Mary's bedroom, she gasped when he turned on the new lighting, seeing the photo above Mary's bed almost jump off the wall, her pussy getting wet when she looked at herself with her finger in her ass above her spread pussy.

"That's my favorite one of the three," Henry said.

"Really? Why?" Wendy asked.

"I'm not so sure I should say," Henry said, flushing slightly.

"Well, since you've seen the photo, I don't see how I could be any more embarrassed," Wendy said. "Why is it your favorite?"

"Because it's...you seem to be inviting attention," Henry explained. "It's like you're begging for it. The other two photos, you're already...they're different. There's a sense of satisfaction. This one, you're anticipating. You're asking for it, especially with your finger in your ass like that. This photo makes me want to fuck you more than the other two."

"That's exactly how I felt when this picture was taken," Wendy said, laughing. "The whole photo session made me so horny. Would you really fuck me if you had the chance?" she asked.

"Shit, yeah," Henry replied, laughing. "I'd give anything to be able to."

"Well, all of this is making me super horny," Wendy said, kneeling on the end of the bed, then leaning forward on her forearms, her T-shirt hiking up over her ass to expose it and her glistening pussy, already wet. "You can fuck me if you'd like."

"Wow!" Henry gasped, staring at her. "It's even more beautiful live. Can I eat you first?" he asked.

"Mmm, yes," Wendy replied, wriggling her ass at him. "I love being eaten."

Kneeling down, Henry wasted no time in leaning forward to fasten his mouth on her dripping pussy, using his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, sliding his tongue up to rim and probe her rosebud before sliding it back down and into her as he slurped on her flowing juices.

"That's so nice," Wendy purred. "Fuck me now," she urged him, moaning softly when she felt his cock filling her pussy. "Oh, yes, just like that," she sighed as he began to fuck her, looking up at the picture of herself.

"Your pussy feels amazing," Henry said as he fucked her, hardly daring to believe his good fortune.

"Your cock feels good, too," Wendy sighed, lowering her chest and face to the mattress and reaching back to spread her ass cheeks apart. "Fuck me in the ass now," she implored, moaning when she felt his cock pushing into her. "Oh, yes, now fuck me, fuck me hard."

"This feels incredible," Henry gasped as he fucked her ass. "But I'm going to cum soon."

"That's okay," Wendy assured him. "I want to feel you cumming in me."

Which he did not a minute later, gripping her hips as his balls exploded and he began pumping cum into her ass.

"Wow, you are really a great fuck," he gasped when he finally pulled his spent cock from her ass, followed by cum running from her gaping hole and down the insides of her thighs.

"That was just what I needed," Wendy said, struggling to her feet, feeling even more cum running down her legs. "I think that I should go clean up," she said, smiling at him. "Thank you."