RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

With a bulge in my pants, both Isabella and I were led out of the room and taken to a much wider room. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

The room had three chandeliers, a long white couch and cushions but we didn't stay there, we were taken through a couple of doors that led to a room with a wide TV on the wall at its end and just a single woman with a few men standing at the back, seated on a brown couch and heatedly watching a telenovela.

"Puta merda! Essse desgracado traiu ela come a propria Irma? Filho da puta"

The woman's sudden outburst had us three pausing in our tracks and staring at the TV where a guy was kissing a woman in confusion.

"The guy is cheating on his girlfriend with her sister" Isabella who was by my side offered and I nodded in understanding.

"Exactly' the woman at the front burst out pausing her movie as she got to her feet and turned to us, a slice of orange in her left hand and a knife in the other and as she approached us, the man who had led us here moved to the side.

"Men like that. Weak.

If you take a woman, you stay loyal. If not, don't take her at all.

You agree, don't you?"

The sudden words and questions surprised me, especially since the knife was pointed at me, but I shrugged.

"I'm truthful to my women."

"And brutal to the enemy. Very brutal." She said nodding putting the slice of orange in her mouth and licking her finger, her long red beautiful nails catching my attention.

"I like you, viu? You act weak, but when it's for your woman? Boom, you become strong.

Come work for me, I let you bring your babies, take care of them too, ne?"

The woman had on a coloured silk robe and the way she expressed herself as she spoke, had me amused.

"I appreciate your compliment and invite, but I don't even know who you are."

"Ah, my bad. Is this boy Deringo" she waved at the paused face on the TV, "tch, he making me mad, I forget to introduce myself.

But why Isabella no say who I am? She forget or she want surprise?"

Both our eyes moved to Isabella and immediately she lightly bowed.

"Me desculpe, chefe."

"hmm"

Seeing the displeasure on the woman's face, I easily figured that whatever Isabell had said hadn't exactly pleased her and she didn't hide it.

"Seems your baby don't like me, ne?"

The woman though didn't pay much attention to it, she instead turned to me and gave her introduction.

"I'm Dona Antonia Silva. I have just fingers here in Los Angeles, but from the hills of Rio to the streets of Sao Paulo. The favelas, the governors, everyone knows my name."

My eyes narrowed at Antonia's words and after quickly browsing through my brain I was surprised.

"You're from Brazil,"

"Si"

"What brings you all the way from Brazil to the US"

"Like I say. I have fingers in Los Angeles" Antonia repeated, wiggling her fingers in the air.

"I see"

Nodding her head, she spun on her feet, her billowing robe showing me a bit of her thick thighs, and then bouncing her big juicy ass in my direction, she moved to the back of her couch and bent over.

"What is it with Brazilian women and incredible asses" I cursed in my head as Antonia's action got me to watch her rear be pushed backwards and its large heart shape curving out.

I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but none of the 5 men at the ends of the room reacted to this display or dared look at it.

When Antonia stood back up and turned to us, the knife she initially carried was gone and there was a slice of orange in her hand.

Antonia had no qualms about sensually pushing the slice into her mouth with her seriously beautiful fingers and letting out a moan.

"Hmm muito gustoso."

"Now. You decided" she said turning to me.

"Now" I asked surprised at the demand for an instant reply.

"Si, now'

"You don't even know me" I pointed out once more.

"I see you fight. You calm and strong, lightning fast." She said throwing out her hands to demonstrate how I move." Besides I know your baby, she is a smart one.

No way she pick a dummy American."

Antonia's reason was simple and to the point, but I wasn't interested, joining her gang gave me no advantage.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline."

Antonia frowned, then she looked to Isabella and then let out a sigh.

"Is it because of Isabella, it nothing serious. She just worried child."

Antonia seemed quite interested in having me but while she tried to convince me to join her band, the gears in my head were shifting as I thought about what I could do to get her robes slipping off her body and her juicy ass put at my mercy.

Fucking a Brazilian gang boss would be an experience.

Before I could say a word though, a man quickly walked into the room and stopping at Antonia's side whispered into her ears, making her frown.

"That woman, just because I'm in her hotel she thinks she can walk in her as she wants."

No sooner had Antonia shouted that another woman followed by two vigilant men behind entered the room, the woman had on a long black dress that showed off her hips and legs, a nice cleavage decorated by a diamond necklace and she had on heels with glittering laces.

"Dona Antonia" she greeted

"Beatrice" Antonia answered with a smack of her lip

The Brazilian gang boss had her hand folded over her chest looking ready to talk to Beatrice but was then surprised when the blonde-haired woman who had her bundled up turned to me.

"Marcus," she said extending the back of her hand to me, being quite informal.

Beatrice looked like a princess, nothing like the gang boss I had been told she was, and as she called my name, a sweet smile spread on her lips.

"I wasn't aware you took the title of lady that seriously," I said as I took her hands and politely kissed its back.

"I have an ancestry with roots to some fallen royal family in Spain, I like to indulge in this past heritage."

"I see."

"Yeah, you hear something new every day" Beatrice and then she straightened up.

"Also, I'm here to apologize to you concerning the incident between you and two of my men. It was pure foolishness from them and I assure you they will be punished."

Beatrice spoke all her words firmly and kept her eyes on mine throughout, but I wasn't so easily patronized.

"I'm not the one that was assaulted, Lady Beatrice"

"Of course," the woman perfectly smiled and turned to Isabella.

Beatrice's apology to Isabella was full of sincerity and regret, even more profound than mine and then the woman turned to me.

"Marcus, how about we step out of here, and I show you both the extent of my apology"

Though Lambert had failed to predict that Beatrice herself would come to apologize, it seemed he hadn't been wrong about there being gifts.

Before I could answer though, Antonia who had been ignored, reminded us that she was still present and we were in her abode.

"Ta cega? Marcus and I aren't done. You said sorry, now move."