Thread: Guns and lust (Sumi & Crusade)

If there was one thing she always regretted was the fact that she didn't manage to persuade her father into hiring a maid for the trivial chores. They did have someone who was hired to do the cleaning inside the entire mansion, but that someone would always have to show up when her father was home. The mob leader had his reasons to be so cautious about the apparently innocent workers, though. Years ago when she was still in high school her own mother had been killed by one of the maids. It was only in the later years that they found out the said murderer was paid by a rival gang to get rid of the old man and his wife. It was only sheer luck that he was out of the house when that happened, else he might have ended up the same. Years have passed though, and the lesson was learned. The notorious leader now refused to let any stranger inside his own abode, and he always carried a gun with him. Just in case. Scarlet, on the other hand, was far from keeping a weapon at hand at all times. Nowadays her father had hired a couple of his own men that he could trust to watch over his mansion and his precious daughter. When she had to go out, she'd be always accompanied by one of them, to watch her back. With how greedy the enemies were, the last thing the mob leader wanted was to have his daughter kidnapped. Or worse. One way or another, this was how she ended up preparing her own breakfast on a Monday, a little bit more excited than usually. Mainly because she'd soon have the time of her life. The brunette was never so intrigued by a man in all those twenty-four years she had lived, however, there was this particular man who had her fantasizing over what would it be like to have him wrapped around her little finger. Or was it the other way around? Either way, it was certain that she was smitten with him. It was obvious from the way she always looked his way with what seemed like a mix of emotions. Admiration, curiosity, lust . Everything about him was picking her interest. Maybe it was because most of the boys she knew were just that. Boys. But him ? He was a man . The mere thought that for the entire week he'd be staying, sleeping in her mansion made her lips curve into a slight smile as she turned over the pancake. Right now she was still in her so called pajamas, consisting of a plain white t-shirt which clearly didn't hide the fact that her b-cup perky breasts weren't constrained by any bra, and which barely hid more than half of her tight bottom. And as if that wasn't enough, she was wearing no shorts, but only a pair of bright red panties, the kind that even though it covered as much as any normal panties, it looked fancy enough with its lacy edges. At least the t-shirt did manage to cover the front of her body. More or less anyway. It was with a purpose, though. She was aware this man was ignorant of her, so for the start, she planned to test for how long could he resist her advances. What man could resist an Italian woman for so long anyway? Standing at 5'2 tall, Scarlet had a personality and an attitude to make up for her height, and her father knew that well. Once she wanted something badly, there was nothing stopping this tan-skinned brunette from getting it. The eyes just as dark as her hair as well as her plump lips were only her weapons to make the foolish guys give her what she likes. The same means she'd use on her precious 'crush' these next days. The sound of the doorbell rang to her ears like a beautiful song that morning. Just in time, given how the pancakes and the coffee were ready. With those done, she quietly made her way out of the kitchen and into the grand hall, heading for the front door. If only her father knew in what kind of attire was she going to welcome her newly assigned bodyguard, she'd be grounded for the rest of her life, even in spite of her age. Nevertheless, the old man wasn't here for the following week and thus, when the heavy wooden door opened, it revealed her in all her splendor. Well, nearly. The long black hair falling in waves over her shoulders was still slightly messy. Mornin', tough guy! Come in. she welcomed him, motioning to follow her as she started walking back towards the kitchen, purposely walking ahead of him, hips swaying with every step. The outrageous thing was that she didn't have the slightest bit of shame doing all of this. Hope you didn't have breakfast yet. Coffee?