Antonia was a fiery woman which is why she was now leaving the police station for the third time in two years. She had beaten up both her boyfriend and his lover and had sent his lover to the hospital with a bit more than superficial wounds.
The Italian judge sentenced her to time served and admonished her to find someone faithful for a change.
Antonia was all woman, curvaceous, fierce in bed, with a fine feel for irony. Her lines sent people into laughter or shock but her best lines produced both.
She was a real estate agent in Milan and was well to do, relatively speaking. In all of Italy real estate was still a man's world.
Her rivals always complained she had gotten difficult customers to sign because she fucked them.
She never disputed the claims, she knew it brought customers to her.
Her world changed four months later when an Englishman called her to request she find him a place to live within a short subway ride to the British consulate. He had just been assigned there.
Antonia was one of few realtors in town that spoke English expertly and had advertised as such. She had been born in New York City to an Italian family and had moved to Milan as a fourth grader.
She asked the man, his name was Phillip, what he would prefer as a residence and he said something like a pension, a flat in a nice neighborhood but private. He would be living alone so it did not need to be very large.
Antonia lived in one such place and knew there were vacancies but decided to wait until meeting him before suggesting it.
She made an appointment to meet him at the consulate and went the next morning. In his office he described what he wanted. Antonia said there is no such place in Italy then she described her own place but did not tell him it was.
"That sounds much better than I had described. Something like that would be nice. How much would that be per month?"
She told him and that there was a deposit required. The deposit was quite large and made him pause but she said it could be made in two payments and she would cover his initial shortfall.
The deposit was her fee but she did not mention that so he thought she was doing it out of kindness. She also did not mention she and a friend co-owned the building.
Antonia thought Phillip was a fine looking man but he seemed very formal and had smiled just once. She worried that he didn't like her.
She didn't need to worry, she was Phillips wet dreams woman.
When he stood to see her out she thought, "He would make a good neighbor, quiet and formal."
As he left work that day she was waiting for him and took him to the nearby subway station and rode a train for two stops then led him out. They crossed a small plaza and she unlocked the door to a big fence and they walked into a very private world.
There were living quarters surrounding a smallish courtyard and she led him up the stairs to the second of three stories and opened the door to a unit.
Antonia allowed him to walk in first and watched him look around the rooms and saw it was a lot more than he had expected. She opened a set of doors and he saw it was to a balcony over a street that led to the plaza and he could see into the plaza.
She said, "You have a refrigerator, electric stove, washer and drier. No dish washer. You do have your own water heater although its not very large. You have no other furniture so before you move in you would need to buy a bed. You do have cable and internet connections available."
"I will take it. Where do I sign?"
Antonia had the papers ready and he signed each then wrote her a check for the first months rent and half the fees.
She said, "I will come to your office in the morning with your copy of the signed lease agreement and your key. You may wish to buy a bed during lunch and set delivery for late afternoon and you could spend tomorrow night here."
He thanked her and followed her out. She walked him to the plaza and pointed out the subway entrance.
She asked him, "Where are you staying now?"
"In a hotel near the Duomo."
"Good, stay on the train and get off at the Duomo station. There is a furniture store a block past the MacDonald's that is a block down from the cathedral, they do deliver the same day."
"Thank you, you have been most kind and helpful. Are you not taking the subway?"
"No, one of my favorite restaurants is just over there at the corner of the plaza. I will take advantage and go there for dinner. See you in the morning."
Phillip shook her hands as he again thanked her and left.
She walked to her office first, it was around the corner from the bistro, and handed the signed documents to her secretary. She made a phone call to the building manager telling her she had found a tenant for the empty unit on the second floor.
They said they would send someone for the papers and send the key right away. She had the key before her official closing time but stayed a bit longer. She had no one waiting for her at home.
Her girlfriend and business partner who owned a blueprint company two doors down walked in and said, "You look like you need your pussy eaten."
"Are you volunteering?"
"Sure but you should get me drunk first."
"Actually getting drunk seems like a good idea too."
"Let's go to Laniel's."
"A lesbian bar?"
"Safest place to get drunk."
"Lets eat first then go."
Antonia had a hangover when she met Phillip at his office the next morning and handed him the papers and his key.
He did look like she was concerned about her but she calmed him by saying it was just her penance for a long night of drinking with girlfriends.
She did not tell him it was also a long night of pussy licking, at least three women had eaten her pussy none of which was her friend Sofia, she was on the floor holding her hand as her pussy was being eaten too. One woman stayed on Antonia's fabulous tits.
Antonia left his office and took the subway to her office. Along the ride she remembered they got home after three. Sofia was still in Antonia's bed when she left.
Sofia was likely late for work, it was a good thing she owned the company.
When Antonia went to her office she immediately took a nap. Her secretary told those that came in that she was out with a customer and would be back after lunch.
At the end of the day Sofia came to her office and asked her why she had not waken her up that morning.
"I did get you up and you threatened me with my life if I ever did that again. Did you notice you were in my bed when you woke up?"
"Yes, wasn't that where I went to sleep?"
"No, you barely made it to the sofa. Who were those women eating us?"
"No, fucking idea. I have no idea where we were either except on a carpeted floor in an office."
"Right, I think it was the office of one of them but it was not in the club. You were right, I needed that last night."
"Yeah, me too. Hungry?"
"Yeah, I think I can keep food in me. Pasta would be nice as long as it doesn't have tomato sauce. I don't think my tummy can handle that."
"Clams in linguini with garlic butter sauce."
"Yeah."
They went and sat at the bistro and ordered the clams and linguini. As they ate Sofia said. "The man that just walked by looked at you like he knew you. He looked like he hoped you would see him and wave."
"Which way?"
"That way."
"Oh, that was Phillip, a customer. I just found him a place to live in our little piece of heaven."
"Not one of your loud Romeos."
"No, an Englishman that works at the consulate, as safe and quiet as the come."
"Oh, good. He did look nice."
"Yes, he does."
They finished their supper and thought better about some wine so they went home. Antonia saw a furniture store truck parked close to the gate.
Both lived on the third floor, those units were the biggest and theirs overlooked the plaza. Antonia and Sofia had the apartments at opposite corners of the courtyard. They kissed as they separated.
Antonia looked at Phillips apartment and saw men carrying in a table and two chairs. Three guys were walking out when they walked in.
"Phillip will be home tonight," she thought.
Her evening was spent listening to La Traviata as she did her laundry. She was interrupted by Sofia who walked in wearing a man's dress shirt, unbuttoned.
"Kiss my tits please," Sofia said.
Antonia gave each long loving kisses and nibbles before she asked, "What brought this on?"
"The couple across the street from my place. They brought a girl home. The girl is sucking the wife's tits as he masturbates."
"This I have to see." and they walked next door. Antonia was wearing just a t-shirt that did not completely cover her pussy.
The view across the street had changed, the wife was eating the girls pussy as he fucked her.
"Have you ever been in one of those?" Antonia asked.
"Yes, both women positions. The one in the middle is having all the fun."
"The guy seems to be enjoying himself. Oh , he is looking at us."
Both smiled as they gave him thumbs up. He smiled to them as he nodded then went back to his fuck.
"Still want to eat my pussy?" Antonia asked.
Sofia dropped to her knees and began to consume her pussy. Antonia backed up so her butt was supported be the sofa arm. After a nice orgasm she moved to the edge of the sofa and Sofia went back to work on her pussy.
Three orgasms later Sofia quit the pussy and kissed her way up Antonia's body as she lifted her t-shirt off. She wanted Antonia's amazing tits and as she caressed them both allowed contented sighs to escape. Soon Sofia's body was draped over Antonia's and they were in mid dueling clits. Sofia had her orgasm first then after a short pause she gave Antonia hers.
After they regained their senses they saw two women and a man applauding them. They stood, walked to the window and took a bow. Both were naked by then which was OK since their fans were too.
Antonia went home wearing Sofia's dress shirt, they could not find her t-shirt. Her laundry was done.
As she got ready for bed she decided she should at least kiss Sofia's pussy. She was glad they had scissored and happier to see it worked.
She went to sleep content.
As she left to go to work she glanced at Phillips place even though she knew he would be at work already. She met Sofia at the top of the stairs and they kissed before descending the steps. They held hands as they walked to work.
It was Friday, Sofia had a date and Antonia did not. It was the seventh consecutive Friday that had happened. She decided to go to the same place she had been the previous night for dinner but had linguini with prosciuto and anchovies in olive oil.
