After almost twelve hours of flying we finally land in Italy, heading for Milan for Fashion Week.
"Damn Italy looks nice"
"Yeah it is, so Jay how do you feel working for me so far?
"It's been… something but I don't regret it at all, I've loved every minute of it so" I look her up and down
"And when I say every minute…. I mean every minute"
Ms Parker gives a little smirk with a glass of wine in her hand
"Calm down boy let me at least recover for a day, I ain't as young as you and you damn near popped my hip out"
"So you're saying it wasn't good?"
"…. You don't see me complaining"
I give a little smile
"So what's the plan?"
"We're meeting up with a contact that has her own clothing company. she's supposed to be coming out with a line that's going to put her on the map in a big way and since I'm invested in her brand I want to see for myself"
"Hmmm sounds easy and kinda boring, what do I do just stand there and look intimidating"
"No more like stand there and look sexy, who knows maybe I can make money off your ass and turn you into a model"
"Yeah nice try, that ain't gonna happen"
"Ehhhh worth a shot"
We arrive at the venue, it's exactly what i expected rich people watching models wearing some ugly ass clothes, boring as hell.
An hour into the event Ms Parker comes up to me in a panic and nervous
"We have a problem"
"What do you mean"
"The model that's supposed to be wearing our contacts clothing line isn't here"
"Oooook and that's my problem how?"
"If she's not here then they don't show off their clothes, if they can't show of their clothes they lose all credibility and their brand goes under, their brand goes under I lose money. Understand?"
"Ok and that still explains nothing?"
"I need you to go find her, we all need to stay here"
"Ok…. Where is she"
"Her location says she's still at her apartment, I'll send you the address"
"Alright where's the limo"
"Oh no you're not taking the limo"
"Then what am I taking?"
She hands me a pair of keys outside and shows me the car
"Are you serious?!!"
It's an all black Lamborghini Huracán with tinted windows
"Just don't crash it"
"I'll try not to"
I jump in the drivers seat and take off to the address given to me. I park in front of the apartments.
"Oh yeah I'm definitely buying one of these"
I walk into the building and look for the apartment number. I find the room and knock on the door, she opens the door looking scared
"Hey it's ok… do you speak English?"
"Yes"
"Ok I'm here to take you to the fashion show"
"I can't leave"
"Uhhh why?"
"There's a guy that's been harassing me and stalking me on social media, he said he was outside my apartment waiting to kidnap me."
"Ughhh is he actually here?"
"Yes he's in the alley way, he sent a picture, look"
I look at the picture, nerdy looking guy
"Oh you got to be kidding me? If I go take care of him will you get your stuff ready"
"Yes just please tell him to leave me alone"
I walk down to the alley way and see him standing there. I come up behind him and hold him against the wall. I type on my phone to translate if he speaks English. He nods.
"Great, you can understand me. Listen very carefully, you're going to leave that model alone, stop DMing her, stop commenting under her posts, all of it stops now ok"
"Ok"
I look in his eyes and laugh
"I don't think you're getting me"
I pull out a gun and put it under his chin
"LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE…. If I find out you're still stalking her, I'm not going to kill you.. imma just shoot off your little dick. Now get the fuck outta here"
He runs off
"And take a damn shower!…. Smelly ass mother fucker"
She comes down stairs
"Is he gone?"
"Yeah he's gone, he won't be around or harassing you anytime soon"
She hugs me
"How can I thank you?"
I whisper underneath my breath
"I can think of a few ways"
"What?"
"Oh nothing just get in the car we need to get you to the show"
We take off to the show but hit traffic, I text Ms Parker we're on our way. She speaks up
"So uhhh what did you say back there when i asked how could I thank you"
"Oh nothing.."
"Tell me"
"I said I could think of a few ways but I was just joking a simple thank you works"
"Oh…. So these windows are tinted right?"
"Yeah looks like it"
The model then ties her hair back and unzips my pants
"Aye what are you doing?!?"
"Thanking you, just relax and pay attention to the road"
She starts giving me road head
"Oh shiiiit, mother fucker"
I'm hitting the brakes and the gas at the same time
"Isn't this kinda dangerous?"
"Yeah just a little, but that just makes it more exciting"
She gives me head all the way until we reach the fashion show. Ms Parker is waiting outside and she sees me get out the car smiling
"Why you so happy?"
"Oh nothing, I just love that car"
"Oh ok… I'll be sure to get one delivered to your house"
"Oh nice, I appreciate it"
The show goes on and the contacts line is shown off, it's gets positive reviews and Ms Parker makes more money. Everyone goes home happy. We get back on the jet later that night and as we get ready to take off i just look out the window. One week im crying my eyes out drinking myself to death and the next im getting head from an Italian model inside of a Lamborghini. This is fucking crazy.