Several events and locales depicted in this story are once again factual, while the remainder is pure fiction. Hopefully, you readers will enjoy both.

Constructive comments are always welcomed.

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The ferry's bell chimed three times, indicating our departure as I lowered my sunglasses and found a space along the port railing on the deck next to my car. I leaned on the rail and watched the other private sailboats, for-hire taxi boats, and assorted other watercraft jockeying for a position on a busy Lake Como.

"Ouch! Damn it," I yelled as I felt the skin on my right calf being scraped open by something hard.

"Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace!", the young girl cried.

It was obvious from her pronunciation that Italian was not her native tongue, but the sincerity of her apology translated perfectly.

I turned to face her and said, "Sei perdonato."

The confused expression on the face of the girl, who I designated Blonde 1, and her companion, who I designated "Blonde 2" inspired me to take a chance, so I said, "Just try to be more careful with your bikes."

I felt a trickle of warm liquid beginning to run down my calf. "Excuse me, I said to the two blondes as I wedged myself between them so that I could open the driver's side door of my car. They moved fore and aft to give me space as I opened the door enough to lean into the car. I opened the center console and extracted a couple of tissues before standing back up and closing the door.

Stepping back to the rail of the ferry, I pressed the folded tissues against the scrape on my leg. I could tell that it was just a scratch and knew that the blood would clot within just a few minutes with a little pressure applied to the wound. The two blondes were still standing there, balancing their bikes and watching me.

Blonde 2 said, "Your English is very good."

Blonde 1 nodded in agreement with her friend.

"As is yours," I replied.

"You're American, aren't you?" Blonde 1 asked.

"As are you," I said with a smile. "I detect a hint of New Jersey in your voice."

Blonde 1 smiled and said, "Very good. My name is Ali, and I am originally from Cherry Hill, New Jersey."

"Ali, huh? You don't inspire visions of a dark, dank, brick wall lined passageway between two buildings, so I assume there is some other story behind your name."

Laughing, Blonde 1 said, "It's spelled A-L-I. It's short for Alison." She indicated her companion and said, "This is my friend, Amy."

I glanced and Blonde 2 and studied her for a second before saying, "Amy is a much better name for you than the one I heard you being called before."

"Excuse me?" said Amy with a confused expression that was matched by the one on Ali's face. "Have we met before?"

"Not exactly," I said in the most reassuring tone I could muster. "Last December you were at the Chart House restaurant with a guy who wasn't acting much like a gentleman. The only name that I heard for you that evening was 'Bitch'."

Awareness and recognition ignited in Amy's eye, "You're the guy that had the valet escort Simon to his car rather than bringing it to him, and then you paid a taxi to take me home. I never got your name or a chance to thank you, so thank you."

"Think nothing of it," I said. "My name is Steve. Steve Goldwyn."

Ali spoke first, "It's nice to meet you Steve, and I'm really sorry about hitting you with my bike. I was trying so hard to avoid scratching this beautiful car that I overcompensated on the other side and caught your leg with the pedal. I'm really sorry."

"I've done worse to myself while shaving," I chuckled.

"You shave your legs?" teased Amy.

"My, aren't you the quick and feisty little thing," I replied, eliciting a giggle from both young ladies. "So are you both planning to ride around Bellagio today?"

"No," Ali said, "these are rentals that we're returning. We had hoped to ride around portions of the Lake, but everyone is setting up for some annual bike race so the options on where we could ride were limited."

I nodded and said, "That would be the Giro di Lombardia, or 'Tour of Lombardy'. It will be run two days from today on Saturday. It begins in Varese and finishes in Bergamo this year. If you want to see it, I can recommend some excellent vantage points. On the other hand, if you want to avoid it, you could seek refuge in Bellagio like I am going to do.

Amy said, "I think that we'll wait to read the book."

Ali laughed at her friend's comment and added, "We're not very interested in watching other people ride bikes, even if it is in some famous race. We thought that we would just find a bed and breakfast or youth hostel in Bellagio for a few days to take in the sights on this side of the lake."

I nodded and said, "It's kind of late in the season for American students to be touring Europe, but with the race and several Oktoberfest events taking place right now around the lake, you might find it difficult to locate an available room. Here it is the middle of October, so I assume that either you are both taking some time off from your studies or you're not students."

"We're currently living in Milan," Amy informed me. "Ali and I are both between assignments for the next two weeks, so we decided to come up and see Lake Como and the area that we had heard so much about."

Ali added, "We took the train from Milan into Como on Monday and we have been playing things by ear since then."

"Assignments?" I asked, although I was pretty certain that I knew what type of assignments these two beauties would be referring to.

My assumption was confirmed when Ali said, "Amy and I work as fashion models. All of the photoshoots for the winter clothes have been completed and the assignments for the Spring season won't start until the end of October."

The short ferry ride from Mennagio on the western shore of Lake Como to Bellagio was coming to an end. I could see the quay as the ferry began turning to position the vehicle ramp on the bow to align with the concrete dock.

Ali and Amy also recognized our pending arrival into Bellagio. Amy asked, "How well do you know the town and could you offer us any suggestions on where we might find a room?"

I studied the two pleading expressions for a second before making a suggestion, "The bike rental shop is a block from the ferry quay on Via Lungo Lario Manzoni next to the bus stop. After you have returned your bikes, turn left out of the shop and cross the street. You'll come to an alleyway that will lead you to a little wine bar called 'Enoteca Cava Turacciolo'. Meet me there and I'll buy you lunch then see if we can find suitable accommodations for you."

The two girls looked at each other for a few seconds, as if silently communicating before Ali said to me, "Steve, can you hold my bike for a second while Amy and I discuss your offer?"

I nodded and placed my hand onto the handlebars to steady the bike as Ali stepped around me. Amy rolled her bike back about twenty feet and the two were soon in an animated conversation that I could not overhear. The two-ring notification from the ferry's bell indicating that the docking was complete brought their conversation to an end.

Ali returned to me and took the bike back under her control as Amy acted as the spokesperson for the duo, "We'll meet you, but we would like to buy your lunch instead, both as an apology for your injury as well as for your assistance with helping us to find someplace to stay."

I simply winked at the two and watched them walking their bikes towards the ramp. They were both absolutely adorable specimens. As mentioned previously, both had blonde hair, with Ali's a shade or two lighter than Amy's. Ali had blue eyes while Amy's were green. Ali was also an inch or two taller, but their near-identical body measurements made Amy's figure appear slightly more proportional overall.

I climbed into my car but waited for most of the bikes and pedestrians to reach the ramp before starting the engine. As the car roared to life, every head around turned to see the source of the impressive sound.

The Ferrari 550 Maranello was unveiled this past July at the Nürburgring racing circuit in Germany. The car's name referred to the 5.5-liters total engine displacement and the town of Maranello, home to the Ferrari headquarters and factory. Pininfarina manufactured both the exterior and interior components under their long-standing relationship with Ferrari. The car was a joy to drive, which I had been doing since it was entrusted to me at the factory last week.

I slowly drove the car off the ferry and found a parking place in the ferry terminal parking lot where I could leave the car until after lunch. I strolled through a couple of alleys that I knew as short-cuts and was entering the wine bar within minutes. The owner, Mario greeted me as warmly as ever. I have learned that favors are valuable commodities to have in reserve, and I had several in reserve with Mario.

"I'm expecting a couple of young ladies to join me for lunch," I told Mario in perfect Italian. "Is the rooftop available for us?"

"Si, of course, my friend," Mario said. "You go ahead and select the table that you want. I will escort your guests once they arrive. No other customers will be seated on the rooftop until you and your guests are finished."

"Grazie amico mio," I replied in appreciation. I exited onto the brick patio and climbed the wrought iron circular staircase to the rooftop that overlooked Lake Como. I thought for probably the dozenth time that it must have been a perilous feat for servers to carry trays up these stairs before Mario had the dumb waiter installed.

Mario's stepdaughter, Sophia was adjusting the placement of silverware and napkins on the tables positioned around the rooftop. The breeze off the lake would take ownership of any linens that were not weighted down properly. Sophia must have heard my footsteps, or maybe she felt their vibration because she looked up and smiled in recognition.

"Finalmente!" Sophia exclaimed as she rushed over to warmly embrace me. "You are finally here to whisk me away to be your bride, si?"

Sophia had been using this standard greeting on me since she was thirteen, and it touched me as much today as the very first time. Now a grown woman, she had an angelic face atop an apple-shaped body. Her teasing about me marrying her was in direct contrast to her faith, her mature nature, and her commitment to her family. She had struggled for years with the choice of becoming a nun in the Catholic church, or her devotion to her family and this business.

"Sophia, amore mio," I said as I kissed her cheeks, one after the other. "I fear that I am destined to live a life of lonely solitude until Mario accepts our love and allows us to marry. You know that I ask for your hand every time I see him."

Sophia playfully slaps my chest and asks, "Stephan, you tease me too much sometimes. Which do you want today, the Buttercream Chardonnay or the Belvino Pinot Grigio?"

"Neither, I think. The sky is like summer today, so I believe a Tuscan Sangria is in order. What do you think?"

"An excellent choice," Sophia said with admiration. "A picnic beverage for a picnic type of day."

"Exactly," I agreed. "I am expecting some guests for lunch and I was thinking that some antipasti and an assortment of breads would be nice to share along with the sangria.

"The apple harvests are producing a fine crop this year," Sophia said as she headed for the stairway. "I'll have several sliced for you and your guests as well."

"Thank you, Sophia."

I walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the entrance to the alley from Via Lungo Lario Manzoni and saw two blonde girls just entering. Each was carrying a small duffle bag in their hand and had a daypack on their back. Their bags must have been in the cargo area of the ferry. They appeared apprehensive upon first entering the alley, but once they saw the doorway for the wine bar, I could see them noticeably relax. I walked over to the top of the circular stairway to await their ascent.

When I saw Mario escorting Ali and Amy towards the staircase, I yelled down, "Mario, ti preghiamo di tenere i bagagli."

Requesting that Mario stow their luggage somewhere downstairs would prevent the girls from having to attempt the navigation of the circular stairway with only one hand to hold the rail and the weight of the packs on their back to throw off their balance.

Mario nodded at me and then spoke to my guests. They both seemed to comprehend what Mario had explained because they each took off their daypacks and left them at the foot of the stairs along with their duffle bags. As Amy reached the top of the stairway, I took her hand to help her step onto the roof, and then did the same when Ali reached the top.

Directing them to the table I had selected that offered the fullest panoramic view of the lake, I held a chair out for each of them before taking the seat that faced away from the lake, but held a better view in my opinion as two radiantly beautiful faces glowed under the early afternoon sun.

"Any problems returning the bikes?" I asked them.

"No problems at all," Amy said with a grin. "The employees were very considerate, asking us if we needed a ride anywhere, offered to escort us to our hotel..."

Ali added, "I'm just glad that Amy stopped me before I let slip the fact that we don't currently have a hotel. I can only imagine the offers we would have received from them then."

I was facing the right direction to see Sophia come up the staircase and walk to the sliding door for the dumb waiter. Ali and Amy turned at the sound.

"I hope that you don't mind, but I ordered us lunch while waiting for you," I told them.

The two looked at each other before Amy spoke, "No, that's fine, but remember that we're buying you lunch today."

I laughed and nodded agreement, then told them what to expect, "My dear friend, Sophia agreed with me that a beautiful day like today deserved a picnic. I took the liberty of requesting a Tuscan sangria be made for us. It's light and fruity, but most important, it will be the perfect complement to the antipasti, breads, and fresh apples that Sophia will be serving us. I trust that you are both aware that the legal drinking age in Italy is sixteen."

"We know," said Amy. "We're both twenty and have been drinking alcohol in Italy since we arrived.

"You look younger, but I figured that since you were traveling around without anyone else that you were at least over eighteen." I said

They shared another look between them. Amy said, "Sangria sounds safe enough. Thank you."

I must have been deficient in hiding my puzzlement over Amy's reply because Ali tried to provide some clarity for me, "When you suggested that we meet you at a wine bar, Amy and I discussed which of us would refrain from consuming any alcohol..."

"But neither of you is driving," I said.

Amy jumped in, "You probably wouldn't understand. Things are different for guys traveling than with girls. If two guys get drunk together, they'll probably be fine. Two girls getting drunk together would likely end up being taken advantage of. Ali and I always watch out for one another, so one of us always stays sober and never lets the other one out of her sight."

I nodded again and said, "Now that you've explained it, I do understand. Furthermore, I am very impressed by the two of you being so mature and responsible to recognize the risks and take steps to minimize them for yourselves..."

Ali interrupted, "It's not that we don't trust you, because we do to a degree. I mean we agreed to meet you at someplace strange to us..."

This time Amy interrupted Ali, "I told Ali that you could have minded your own business last December, but you helped me out anonymously and without expecting anything in return. I believe that your offer to help us find a room here in Bellagio is also being done with no expectation on your part. I am right, aren't I?"

"You are absolutely right," I assured them. "If I can do something to assist fellow travelers, especially fellow Americans, I believe it is my duty to do so. Ah, here's the sangria..."

Sophia had been standing patiently waiting for a break in the conversation before pouring the sangria and serving it to us. As she placed the first glass in front of me, she addressed my guests, "Ladies, I have known Stephan since I was twelve-years-old. You will not find a more considerate and trustworthy man than he."

She leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek, and then when serving Amy and Ali she added, "Nor a more handsome man. Believe me, I have tried."

Amy took a drink and asked, "How old are you, Steve?"

Sophia answered on my behalf, "He is twenty-nine. He just acts years older."

I laughed and said, "Grazie amore mio."

Ali found her own inquisition bone and asked, "You seem to know a lot about Bellagio and the Lake Como area. Do you live here?"

"My family has had a villa on the lake for over eighty years," I explained, "but my permanent residence is in Pacific Palisades in California."

"So you're wealthy," Amy stated.

I shook my head and chuckled, "I come from a wealthy family and get to partake in some of the fruits of my ancestor's labors. I earn a decent living in my own career which allows me to make a few small investments here and there, but I still need to work for a living if that answers your question."

"What do you do?" Ali asked.

"I own my own commercial photography company, and before you ask, I do not do fashion photography, at least not clothing fashion," I explained. "My clients are corporations that hire my company to help them develop advertising images that best portray their products or services. For example, the car that you saw on the ferry is the new Ferrari model that was just introduced. I am working on a portfolio of images of the car in settings around Lake Como, which is one of the reasons that I am here at this time."

"What motivated you to get into photography?" Ali asked. She seemed genuinely interested.

"You could say that I was born with a camera in my hand," I said with a wink and a smile. "Although it would have probably been a movie camera..."

Amy jumped in, "What did you say your last name was?"

"Goldwyn," I replied. "My grandfather was Samuel Goldwyn, one of the founders of MGM Studios."

"Okay," Amy said, "back up here a second. I did a report on Samuel Goldwyn in high school. He only had one daughter and one son, so if you're a descendant from Samuel Goldwyn and carry the Goldwyn name, I assume that Samuel Goldwyn Junior fits in here somewhere."

I knew what was confusing to them, and Amy in particular, so I tried to explain, "My father is Samuel Goldwyn Junior. My mother is not one of his wives. My father's infidelity while he was married to his first wife, Jennifer Howard, resulted in my conception and the end of that marriage. So, yes I am the half caucasian and half African American bastard son of Samuel Goldwyn Junior. My three older half-brothers insisted that I be afforded the same rights as them, which my father agreed to."

The girls had been nibbling on items from the antipasti spread that Sophia had served us. When I joined them in sampling the various meats, cheeses, vegetables, and fruits, a companionable silence fell over the table. Ali or Amy would glance at me between eating and drinking to smile and nod in approval of the lunch that Sophia and I had selected.

Amy eventually asked, "What suggestions do you have for us for accommodations?"

I finished chewing the bite of bread in my mouth and washed it down with a drink from my glass of sangria before answering. "I thought that we would try the Miralago bed and breakfast on Via Pascello. If there are no rooms available there, you are welcome to stay in the guest house at my family's villa which is across the street from Miralago."

"While you are staying inside the villa itself?" Amy asked with a slight hint of suspicion in her tone. Ali gave a "be careful" glance at her friend but didn't interrupt her.

I nodded and said, "Yes, while I would normally stay in the guest house if I was here by myself, I will be in the main house and allow you two to use the guest house. I was actually planning to stay in the main house anyway since I am expecting to have another guest for a couple of days."

"How much will you charge us to stay in the guest house?" Ali asked.

I smiled and said, "The operative word in guest house is 'guest'. If you choose to stay there, you will be my guests and no compensation from you would be accepted. You could either eat meals in the main house with me, or we could go shopping to allow you to prepare your own meals in the guest house kitchen."

"Will you excuse us for a minute?" Amy asked, and I knew as she and Ali stepped away from the table and moved to the other side of the rooftop that she wanted to have a private conversation with Ali concerning my suggestions on their accommodations.

When they returned to the table, they didn't take their seats. Amy asked, "Who else will be at the villa beside the three of us and possibly one other guest? I mean, are their staff there or other members of your family?"

I motioned towards their chairs, encouraging them to retake their seats. Ali did so willingly, but Amy was a bit more hesitant. When they were both seated and paying attention to me, I told them, "An old acquaintance of mine, Andrea Tafi is one of the favorites to win the Giro di Lombardia this year. He has asked if he could stay at the villa before the race, but he hasn't committed to that plan yet. There is a full-time housekeeper who also serves as the cook, as well as a full-time groundskeeper. They both have separate living quarters above the garages."

"So only six people will be there," Amy confirmed, "if your friend shows up."

"Actually staying at the villa, yes," I said. "However, the villa is a popular location for filming movies and I use it as a backdrop for many of my photo campaigns for clients. I will have an assistant dropping by frequently over the next several days as I work on the photos for the Ferrari campaign and scenes for a movie are being filmed on the property at various times."

"Will they need any extras," Ali asked excitedly.

I debated how much to share with Amy and Ali about the type of movie that was being shot around the villa. I was certain that once they found out that the director was Lasse Braun and that the name of the film he was working on was "Diamonds are for Pleasure", they would do everything possible to avoid the film crew entirely. I tried to divert their curiosity.

"Do you aspire to be an actress?" I asked Ali.

"We both do," Ali said, nodding towards Amy. "We plan to move back to Los Angeles together in a few months to try breaking into either television or movies. Amy already has some contacts that will help line us up with an agent."

"Going back to us possibly staying at the villa's guest house," Amy said, "we would like to find some way to repay your generosity. We're more than capable of paying you something for letting us stay there."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "Let me discuss it with my assistant when I see her and I might be able to find a way to use you both in the Ferrari campaign. You don't have any exclusive contracts that would prohibit you from being in one of my photoshoots, do you?"

"No," Amy said, "we're completely open in that regard. Use us how?"

"I'm not sure just yet," I confessed. "However, it might involve you wearing a variety of outfits, including swimwear. Are you both okay with that?"

"Amy rocks a bikini," Ali giggled.

Amy smacked her friend's arm and said, "And like you don't."

Turning to me, she added, "Topless is okay as long as it is artfully presented and is completely integrated into the concept of the image."

I chuckled and said, "I find very few requests for topless images from my corporate clients. They feel it tends to detract from the product they are trying to sell."

Amy glanced once more at Ali, who nodded in reply to some silent communication between them. "Okay," Amy said. "We'll check out this guest house of yours."

Ali nodded again and asked, "Can we get the check so that we can pay for lunch?"

"There is no check," I informed them. "I am a significant investor in this wine bar so my guests and I eat here for free. That's why I chose it when you insisted on paying for lunch."

Ali laughed, but Amy just grinned and said, "Maybe we should give your invitation some more thought. You can be a sneaky one."

I let the two girls follow me down the stairway in case one of them slipped on the way. Fortunately, everyone made it to the bottom safely. After retrieving their bags and packs we all bid farewell to Mario and Sophia. I carried each of their duffle bags as they donned their daypacks and followed me back to the ferry terminal.

When we reach the Ferrari, I opened the trunk and we stored all of their belongings amongst the camera equipment already there. When I opened the passenger door, the two girls stood and looked at the interior of the car with questioning expressions.

"How's this supposed to work?" Ali asked. "There are only two seats."

"You're both skinny enough," I teased, "and we only have to drive a few miles. Ali, why don't you get in first and spread your legs, and then Amy, you sit between Ali's legs. The seatbelt will fit around both of you."

Ali simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the seat, spreading her legs as I had suggested. Amy watched her friend get settled and then negotiated placing herself between Ali's legs without any difficulty. Their biggest challenge came with finding room for their four feet on the narrow floorboard. I pulled the seatbelt out so that Amy could bring it around her body and fasten it on the other side of the seat.

I closed their door and walked around to the driver's side. Once situated, I put the key into the ignition and heard both girls gasp when the engine roared to life. Driving the Ferrari 550 Maranello on the streets of Bellagio was akin to walking a Cirneco Del Etna around a Greyhound track on a leash with the rabbit lures constantly being launched. The car strained to race as if it knew instinctively what it was designed and built for. I could see the disappointment in the eyes of bystanders as I navigated the narrow, curving streets with restraint.

"That's Miralago up here on the right," I informed my passengers as we approached the Bed and Breakfast on Via Pescallo. I didn't expect them to still be interested in the place, but I did want them to know that had been truthful with them when describing its proximity to my family's villa. This became even more evident as I turned left almost immediately after passing Miralago and pulled up to a security gate. I entered a code using the ten-key pad and waited for the gates to swing open.

I drove around the long circular driveway, passing several trucks, vans, and cars that had been pulled off and parked on the grass beside the drive. The drive forked just before rejoining the entry drive, with a right taking me to the parking pad and the carriage house with five garage bays and three apartments above them. None of the film crew were visible on the exterior of the house, so I assumed that they were filming interior scenes today. Good.

After exiting the car, I went around to open the door for Amy and Ali. Amy already had the seatbelt unfastened when I offered her my hand to assist her with climbing over Ali's lap to exit the car. Since her feet were essentially wedged between Ali's on the floorboard, swinging them out and standing could not be easily accomplished. I took a chance at offending her by placing my hands under her arms and easily lifting her out of the car. She couldn't have weighed more than one-hundred and ten pounds and I could feel her toned body beneath her blouse. I set her down beside the car and proceeded to assist Ali by simply giving her my hand and helping her rise out of the seat to stand on her own.

"If we go anywhere else as a group," I said, "we can take the Mercedes sedan in the garage. Let's get your stuff to the guest house and then I'll show you around."

Ali and Amy once again each took their respective daypack as I shouldered both of their duffle bags and led them across a flagstone path to the secluded guest house. I pulled a key out of my pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open for my guests to enter. I pocketed the key and left the door open as I followed them inside.

"There are two bedrooms through that door, each with a queen-size bed and its own private bathroom," I explained. "There is a private courtyard that overlooks the lake through the door on the other side of the kitchen. There is a table and chairs so that you can view the lake while taking your meals out there if you'd like."

Amy and Ali gazed around the guest house with their mouths agape. "It's beautiful," Amy said.

"Oh, man! This place is spectacular," agreed Ali.

The furnishings were a carefully selected combination of empire and neoclassical styles. The paint on the walls was a neutral palette that provided the perfect background for the various painting and photographs of Lake Como and the Lombardy region. When open, the large windows allowed for ample light and breezes from outside, so the entire house made a person feel constantly connected to the lake and its natural surroundings.

"Let me open the windows while you two select which bedrooms you want to stow your stuff," I told them. "Then I'll take you on a tour of the rest of the villa."

Ali and Amy both came over to me and took their respective duffle bag from my shoulder and scurried giggling towards the bedrooms. I made quick work of opening and securing the drapes at each window before opening them and feeling the cool mid-Autumn breeze from the lake. I waited by the front door for the girls to return and handed them a set of keys for the guest house before leading them out. I was surprised when Ali took my right hand in hers at the same time that Amy took my left.

I nodded at a different flagstone path than the one that we had taken from the car and said, "This path leads past the gardens to the lakeshore. Let's walk along the lake so you can see what is there for your enjoyment should you choose to partake of any of it."

Beside the wooden floating dock with a small sailboat tied to it stood a brick-walled boathouse. I explained, "Inside there, you will find two jet skis, paddleboards, life vests, and an assortment of other water sports paraphernalia. Feel free to use anything that interests you."

"The scenery here is so beautiful," Amy said.

"And very peaceful," added Ali.

"The eastern side of the Larian triangle is the least populated area of the lake," I explained. "Much of it has been owned by the aristocracy of society for centuries."

"The Larian triangle is the peninsula like piece of land that separates the two southern branches of the lake, right?" Amy asked. "My Italian isn't that good, but I think that is what I understood from the brochures about the lake."

"Very good," I told her. "The water level in the lake is pretty high right now, so there isn't much room on the shore, but the dock makes a good place to sunbathe if you wish to do so by the lake. Otherwise, if you'll follow me, I'll show you the pool area."

I felt both girls squeeze my hands in agreement with my suggestion. We walked up a short, gravel paved path until the ground leveled out onto another flagstone path that led to the large pool area at the back of the villa's main building. Several people were sitting around tables who appeared to be reviewing some sort of documents and I knew instantly that they were part of the film crew or cast for the movie scenes being shot inside the villa. I saw someone that I recognized and headed in that direction.

"È bello vederti, Anita," I said in greeting to the masculine-looking woman sitting alone at one of the tables. "Come procede il film?"

Anita Bellusco glanced up and smiled, "It's good to see you too, Stephan. We are a bit behind schedule, but otherwise, the film is progressing nicely. Who are your beautiful guests?"

"My apologies," I said. "Amy, Ali, this lovely lady is Anita Bellusco. She is one of the most prominent film producers in Italy. Anita, this is Amy," I nodded to the girl on my left, "and this is Ali," I nodded to the girl on my right."

"You're both very beautiful," Anita said as she lowered her sunglasses and examined each girl very closely. "Please sit and join me, all of you."

I turned to Amy and she simply shrugged. I received the same response from Ali, so I pulled out chairs for both of them before taking the final chair at the table for myself.

"I met Amy and Ali this morning on the ferry from Mennagio and have invited them to use my guest house for as long as they desire," I explained. "I was just giving them a tour of the villa when I saw you sitting here and wanted to say hello. Is Lasse inside?"

"Yes," Anita said. "We're going to be wrapping up for the day in a couple of hours so he is getting all the continuity checks completed. We film the party scene tomorrow and it will be a full day of shooting so he doesn't want to waste any time with mistakes that might delay things further."

"What is this movie about?" Amy asked.

Anita became excited as she gave a synopsis of the film, "The story is about Isabella, a sensual, upcoming Italian-American rock star, who lives in London. Isabella's steady Canadian boyfriend Brian is extremely jealous and he thinks he possesses her. When they split up, a disillusioned Isabella leaves for Amsterdam and she becomes a famous escort-girl in a well-known brothel. Beside the excitement of the new experiences Isabella gains, she saves money to start a travel agency with her Dutch girlfriend, but when Isabella gets involved with the smuggling of diamonds, her former boyfriend helps her. We're filming the brothel scenes inside the villa over the next several days."

"What is the film going to be rated?" Ali asked.

Anita smiled warmly at Ali and said, "We are filming with the intention of having both European and American distribution agreements. Certain scenes will need to be edited out for the American market in order to attain an 'R' rating. There won't be many gratuitous sex scenes, but there is both male and female full-frontal nudity, some bondage, and other fetish-type scenes that wouldn't make it past the American censors."

"Oh," Ali said with obvious disappointment in her voice. Anita noticed this and glanced at me.

"Amy and Ali are both currently fashion models working in Milan," I explained. "They aspire to eventually become actresses, but I believe they are afraid of accepting roles that might get them labeled as something other than serious mainstream performers."

Anita nodded her head in understanding and said, "I am very familiar with the moral stigmas that American society places upon certain types of roles. Here in Italy, we have progressed well beyond those immature judgmental beliefs. For example, there have been dozens of former pornographic performers elected to every level of public office once their film careers ended. Even so, producers and directors still are forced to make accommodations to performers from time to time."

"You mean like using body doubles for performers who don't feel comfortable with nudity or sex scenes, things like that?" Amy asked.

Anita nodded and laughed, "I don't know of an instance where a body double has been used for years now, but those are the types of accommodations that have been done in the past. These days, the accommodations are more likely to be things like ensuring that condoms are used when requested by the actress or obscuring the performer's face through either digital post-production techniques or the use of a mask while performing if it can be integrated into the scene."

Amy looked at Ali again and the two once more seemed to be sharing some silent communication between them. Anita and I sat quietly and watched the two friends.

Finally, I said, "Well, I need to finish the tour with my guests before Deidre gets here."

Amy and Ali stood, and I joined them. Anita stood and shook the hand of both girls and said, "You're both very beautiful. If you are serious about a career in films, come see me while you are here and we'll discuss your options."

"Thank you Miss Bellusco," the girls said in unison.

The tour of the house was abbreviated due to the filming taking place, so we ended up back at the guest house in about fifteen minutes. The girls did get introduced to the housekeeper, Francesca, and came away with a basket full of fruit, cheeses, assorted rolls, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio to sustain them until dinner.

As I helped them unpack the basket in the kitchen of the guest house, Ali asked, "Is it okay for us to use the pool with the film crew still working in the villa?"

"Of course," I assured her. "The filming is all taking place in specific rooms of the main house. Anita and some of the cast or crew might hang around the pool area when they're not needed inside, but it is not part of their temporary domain while they're here. You two are my guests, so you have free rein on the pool and anyplace else where active filming isn't taking place."

Opening cupboards and checking the inventory in the kitchen, Amy asked, "Do you think Francesca would mind if me and Ali cooked dinner for all of us here. You know, you, me, Ali and your racing friend if he shows up? We'd like to do something to show our appreciation."

"No, I'm sure that Francesca wouldn't mind," I said. "I'll mention it to her when I get back to the villa. However, don't include Andrea. If he shows up at all, it won't be until tomorrow."

"So, just the three of us?" Amy confirmed with a smile at Ali that I'm certain once again conveyed some secret communication between the two of them. "How does six-thirty work for you?"

"Perfect," I said as I headed for the front door. I stopped beside the telephone sitting on a small table and pointed, "There is a card here with a list of extensions for various locations around the villa. Just dial the extension for the location you want to reach and you'll be connected. The extension for this phone is on the dial as well, so if one of you is at the pool, let's say, you could use the phone there to call this phone."

I wasn't surprised when Ali came out of the kitchen and hugged me, but receiving the same from Amy was not expected. She had seemed much more reserved where I was concerned, but maybe she was warming up to me and letting down some of the guard that she had kept in place all day.

Leaving the girls to their own devices, I returned to the main house and to the study where my assistant, Deidre, was waiting for me. While her name might conjure up images of a sultry, blonde Aryan goddess with a heavy Germanic accent when she speaks, my Deidre was a feisty Jamaican with strong Creole features. She was over six-feet tall and weighed somewhere in the range between two-hundred to two-hundred-twenty-five pounds. She also had developed a loyalty to me that every boss dreams of from an assistant.

I spend almost three hours sequestered in the study as Deidre and I reviewed our strategy for the Ferrari campaign. We thought that we had already captured all of the stop motion shots of the car being driven on various roads around the Lombardy region, but several of the shots we had would require significant editing if we were going to be able to use them. Excessive glare on the windshield or unwanted items being reflected in one or more of the windows were the most common issues that we would have to either edit out of the image files or retake the shots.

We discussed which images would best meet the client's expectations and what was required to save the image for that purpose. Every time Deidre was focused upon the light board reviewing an image on it, I found myself glancing out the window to the pool area, watching Amy and Ali as they first laid out on chaise lounges, then swam for several minutes, and then finally settled back into chairs at the table where Anita had remained.

"Deidre," I said, "Do you see the two blonde ladies sitting at the table with Anita?"

"The ones that you can't take your eyes off of, you mean?" Deidre teased.

I hadn't been exclusively focused on them, but the sight of them in their bikinis probably had caught my interest to excess in Deidre's opinion.

I ignored her teasing and said, "I know that the client didn't specify any shots with people in them with the car, but what do you think we could do with a couple of attractive models at our disposal?"

Deidre contemplated my question as she studied Amy and Ali by the pool. Finally, she said, "I don't see bikini shots fitting in with the luxury image that Ferrari wants for this campaign."

"I agree," I said, "but how about some shots that denote luxury through an implied activity? If we dressed the ladies in some really elegant evening gowns with glittering jewelry as if they were preparing to attend some fashionable gala or party, and then posed them with the car against a sunset reflected off the lake. I think that would not only show the car as being a way to reach a luxurious destination but by using just the two ladies in the shots, it would say that the luxury sports car that Ferrari has isn't something targeted exclusively to men. What do you think?"

"That's a great idea," Deidre said. "If we get shots of them outside the car at sunset as you described, that would be beautiful, but I think we should also do some shots in the brighter daylight, maybe with them both in tennis outfits or something similar to reflect another activity associated with a life of luxury. I would also want to get shots of them inside the car that we could use to superimpose over some of the motion shots that we need to edit. That way, we could imply that the ladies are actually driving the car, further reinforcing the female marketability aspect that you suggested."

"Okay," I told Deidre, "start getting a list of shots that we want to try for, along with suggestions on attire for the models to wear in each one and figure out where we can get the particular items. I'll speak to the ladies and make certain that they are on board, but I don't foresee any hesitancy in them cooperating as long as we can finish within a week so that they can get back to Milan."

After finishing with Deidre, I noticed that Amy and Ali were no longer in the pool area. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was after five, so I assumed that they had returned to the guest house to prepare the meal that they had wanted to serve us. I went to my room to take a shave and get dressed for dinner with the ladies.

"Why didn't you use your key?" Amy asked when she opened the front door of the guest house in response to my knock.

"It's generally best to announce your arrival at a closed door," I said as I handed her a bouquet of wildflowers in a vase. "One never knows what might be on the other side."

Ali joined us at the entry and said, "The only thing on this side of the door are two very grateful and hungry girls. Are you ready to eat?"

Both of my guests were wearing light cotton summer dresses. As I followed them towards the kitchen and they were silhouetted by the light in front of them, it was quite apparent that neither of them had anything on under their dress but bras and panties.

"Francesca gave us some fresh lake trout," Amy said. "She told us that you liked fish."

"She is correct," I said.

Ali was beaming as she added, "She also gave us everything that we would need to make a salad. We used the pasta and other ingredients already here to whip up some parmesan herb sauce over angel hair pasta. Do you have a preference for rolls or sliced bread?"

"Either is fine," I said. "You two really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. You are my guests after all."

Amy waved off my objection and said, "It was surprisingly easy and Ali and I enjoyed the opportunity to cook a meal together in a real kitchen for a change. We both love to cook but our apartment only has a small hot plate and a microwave oven. Please have a seat and we'll get everything on the table then join you. Would you like some wine? We were going to try the Pinot Grigio from earlier."

"Please, help yourselves," I said, taking a seat at the table as requested. "I'm not much of a wine drinker. Tuscan sangria is about the only thing I enjoy, but you two go ahead. I'll be fine with water."

I ate slowly, primarily to avoid swallowing a fishbone. Other than not knowing how to properly filet a fish, the ladies had done an admirable job of preparing a delicious meal in a strange kitchen. I was becoming enamored with how these two ladies seemed so in sync with each other. They never talked over each other during a conversation, always seemed to know what the other was going to say next so there were no repetitive comments or redundancy in what they communicated as a team.

As we were finishing the meal and working together to straighten up the kitchen, Ali asked, "Steve, do you have a wife, girlfriend, or anyone else that you are in a serious relationship with?"

"Is that your way of asking if I am gay?" I teased.

Ali blushed as Amy giggled at her friend's discomfort, "NO!" Ali exclaimed. "We already know that you're not gay. I was just curious because you have been so generous with Amy and me, but you haven't even remotely tried to hit on us or anything. Guys typically have an ulterior motive when they do nice things for us, but your motives aren't something that we have been able to identify yet."

"Relax," I said. "I understand. I'm helping you because I can. There are no strings attached. As Anita said, you are both very beautiful women, and I would be a fool to not admit that I find you attractive and desirable. "However, you are first and foremost two people who deserve to be treated with respect and I intend to do just that."

"You didn't answer the question," Amy said, bumping her hip against mine.

"No, I am not married," I said. "I was married right out of college, but it didn't take. We were divorced after less than two years."

Ali glanced at Amy and said, "Isabelle didn't mention that."

"Isabelle Fortea?" I asked. "You two met Isabelle today?"

"Anita introduced us," Amy admitted. "She thinks the world of you, by the way. Isabelle, I mean. Anita likes you too, that was obvious, but..."

I studied their faces, trying to gauge whether Amy's comment was serious. Isabelle is a strikingly beautiful redhead that I have shared several carnal experiences with over the years, but I never took her to be the 'kiss-and-tell' type.

"Isabelle is someone who I consider a dear friend," I told them.

"That's pretty much how she described your relationship," Amy said.

"Except for the 'muff weasel' comment," Ali giggled. I saw Amy roll her eyes.

"Muff weasel?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Ali said with a grin. "Isabelle was very proud of her ability to say the term in English since she didn't think there was an appropriate Italian translation.

"I believe it would be 'donnola muff'," I said as I took my seat at the table again, "but I'm not certain of the context in which it was being used..."

"Maybe I should explain," Amy said.

"Maybe you should," I agreed.

Amy stepped into one of the bedrooms and returned with a VHS videocassette in one of her hands. There was no cover jacket on it nor any writing to indicate what was on the tape. In her other hand were several pieces of paper that appeared to be stapled together. She set the tapes and the papers on the table in front of me and retook her seat.

A glance at the papers told me what they were. They were a portion of a film script covering a specific scene but not the entire story. It was written in Italian but had notes handwritten in English in between the lines and on the margins.

"Me and Amy started talking with Anita again while we were out by the pool," Ali stated. "I asked her to tell us more about the film being shot inside the villa and in particular, about the party scene that she mentioned was going to be shot tomorrow. While she was describing the scene we were joined by four of the members of the cast, Isabelle, Nandy Hendriks who is from Germany, Susan Smit from the Netherlands, and Tiziana D'Arcangelo who is Italian like Isabelle."

Amy grinned and picked up the explanation, "When Anita introduced us as guests of yours, Isabelle began regaling us with praise for your benevolence, consideration, kindness, and eventually of your skills as a lover."

I laughed and said, "That must have been a short conversation."

"Anyway," Ali said, "After Anita finished describing the scene being shot tomorrow, she asked if Amy or I had any interest in being in it. Well, I think you probably remember me voicing curiosity about whether they needed any extras, so naturally, I told her that I might be interested."

I turned to Amy and asked, "And you weren't interested?"

"I am a bit more reserved in my enthusiasm for having a role in a film that might come back to bite me in the butt," Amy said.

"Anita promised that she could protect our identity," Ali argued. "We could get valuable experience and see what is involved without risk of our roles ever being known in America."

"I know," Amy said, "and I haven't said no yet. I would just feel better hearing from Steve that we can trust Anita and the rest of the people involved in this film."

"What would your potential roles be?" I asked.

Ali jumped in before Amy could answer, "We would be uncredited extras; that is a certainty. We would play escorts in the Amsterdam brothel during the party scene. Anita said we could choose whether to be topless, fully nude or wear lingerie in the scenes. We also could wear party masks that would obscure our identity completely, even though our faces would be unlikely to be captured in any shots that would allow for someone to ever recognize us."

"That sounds safe enough," I said with some hesitancy. "What sorts of interactions would you be expected to have with other cast members?"

I knew that Lasse Bruno seldom made a film that did not include explicit sexual content, even if it was simulated in some instances. I didn't want to become responsible for these two young ladies, but I did feel an obligation to make certain that they made their decisions based upon complete disclosure about the content of the scene that they might be performing in.

Ali and Amy shared another of their glances before Amy pointed to the VHS tape and said, "Anita told us that there are scenes in this movie that are very similar to what will be shot tomorrow. She suggested that we watch this tape and then let her know in the morning what we would be comfortable with."

"And Isabelle suggested that we discuss our choices with you," said Ali. "She said that you would be able to provide us with advice and guidance as a professional photographer that would help us with our performance in front of a camera."

"But we can't find a video player here," said Amy.

"The only VHS player on the property is the one in the master bedroom suite in the main house," I explained. "That is where I am sleeping while I am here."

Ali checked the time and said, "It's still pretty early, not even eight o'clock yet."

"Ali, you can't just go inviting us to watch a movie in Steve's bedroom!" Amy exclaimed.

"I wasn't," Ali countered. "I was just mentioning the time. If Steve wanted to bring the video player over here and connected to the TV is one of our rooms, we could watch it here." She smiled at me and said, "I could invite him to my room, couldn't I?"

I laughed and said, "No, that's fine. You can both come over and watch the tape in my room. I could read over the script pages for the scene while you two watched the film and then we could discuss things afterward. How does that sound?"

Amy looked pensive when she asked, "Are you sure that we wouldn't be imposing on you too much?"

"You both are delightful," I assured them. "Nothing about me helping you has been the slightest imposition. In fact, on the walk over to the main house, I have a business proposition that I would like to discuss with you two related to the Ferrari campaign."

Ali grabbed the videotape and script pages off the table and said, "Then let's go."

I laughed again when Amy rolled her eyes at her friend and said, "We should probably take sweaters since the temperature is cooling. Do you want me to get one from your room when I get mine?"

"Yes, please," said Ali. "My cream-colored one is hanging on the doorknob."

Amy returned within seconds with sweaters for herself and Ali.

"Do you have the key?" I asked before locking the front door behind us.

"No," Amy said, "but we won't need it since I have no doubt that you wouldn't let us walk back by ourselves tonight anyway. Am I right?"

"Have I become that transparent to you ladies already?" I teased.

They both giggled conspiratorially as they each took one of my hands and allowed me to lead us to the main house. The overview of what Deidre and I had discussed related to them potentially modeling with the Ferrari didn't take too long, and they both agreed enthusiastically to participate. They were especially excited about the concept of empowering women to drive a luxury sports car without a man accompanying them.

"You both understand that there is no one in the house beside the three of us," I reminded them as we entered the mudroom from the garage-side of the house. "Francesca will have already retired to her apartment since you were preparing our dinner."

I mentioned this fact due to Amy's earlier questions about who would be at the villa should they decide to accept my offer to stay in the guest house. I was hopeful that her concerns about my intentions and trust in my hospitality were both satisfied, but I still felt that they should be reminded.

Amy released my hand and wrapped her arm through mine instead. She pulled our arms against her side and said, "I actually feel better knowing that it's just the three of us right now. Until we make some decisions about things, I like no one else even knowing that we're here with you."

I led the ladies up the wide, winding staircase to the second floor and down to the end of the hallway where the double doors to the master suite stood open. The room had two overstuffed chairs in a sitting area, but this was in an alcove beyond the entrance to the en suite and was purposely positioned to limit the view of the television, which was the large dresser directly across from the foot of the king-size platform bed.

"If you two want to get comfortable on the bed, I'll get the video started for you and then hand you the remote control" I suggested. "I'll take the script and read it while sitting in one of the chairs."

"Okay," Ali said as she removed her sandals and began positioning pillows against the headboard for them to lean against. Amy removed her sandals but didn't join her friend in preparing spots for them on the bed. Instead, she stood at the side of the bed and watched me insert the tape into the video player and turn on the TV.

Once the screen showed me that the TV and video player were both ready, I handed the remote control for the video player to Amy and said, "All you should have to do is hit 'PLAY' when you're ready."

"What about volume?" Amy asked, staring at me with a playful glint in her eyes. "We want to be able to hear the dialog. It might help us improve our Italian."

"Good luck with that," I said with a chuckle and handed her the remote control for the TV as well. "I'm going to go downstairs for something to drink, can I get either of you anything?"

Ali asked, "Wine?"

I simply nodded and headed for the door. Amy tossed the two remotes onto the bed and said, "Wait, I'll come with you."

She hurried beside me and once again wrapped her arm in mine. While descending the stairway, I asked, "What kind of wine would you ladies prefer; a red, a white, something sparking?"

"Ali prefers red wines in the evening," Amy said. "A merlot or chardonnay would suit her."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I don't know. What are you going to have?" Amy asked.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and I directed us towards the study where the bar was located. "Have you and Ali ever tried cognac?" I asked.

"I haven't, but I don't know about Ali."

I selected a Napoleon cognac from the bar and three balloon snifters. I handed the glasses to Amy and said, "Cognac and brandy are typically drunk from balloon snifters, so that more surface of the hand holding the glass is in contact with it. The heat from the hand warming the glass serves to obscure the taste of alcohol and bring out more of the fruit flavor in the drink. I think you'll like it. Want to try?"

"Sure," she said as she held two of the snifters in one hand and the other in the hand that she wrapped back around my arm that wasn't holding the decanter of cognac.

We walked silently back to the bedroom to find Ali had the video queued to the starting credits and paused. I held up the bottle of cognac for her to see what we had returned with. Amy released my arm and placed the three shifters on the table between the chairs in the sitting area.

"Go ahead and get comfortable on the bed," I told her. "I'll bring a glass to each of you."

Amy did as instructed, first removing her sandals again and then scooting up to sit next to Ali with their backs against the headboard. I poured cognac into two of the glasses, carried them to the bed, and handed one to each of them. I picked up the script pages from the bed where Ali had laid them and headed for the sitting area.

"I'll be right over here if you need anything," I told them. "The facilities are through that door if you need them."

I heard the video start and turned my attention to the script pages. There wasn't very much scripted dialog in the scene. The scene was supposed to be a party at the brothel where the cast was expected to ad-lib what little conversation that would take place. The scene involved Isabelle being seduced by the Madame, then being tied up and pleasured by both men and women. While waiting for a turn with Isabelle, other escorts at the brothel were to entertain the customers at the party and each other by performing different acts, but mostly oral sex. There were no roles, including those indicated as 'extras' that would not be performing some sexual act during the scene, even if it was girl-on-girl.

I set down the script pages and looked over at the ladies on the bed. They were leaning against one another at the shoulders, not so transfixed on the video that they didn't share comments about it as they watched. Amy saw me looking at them and motioned for Ali to pause the video.

"Have you finished reading the script?" Amy asked.

I nodded and said, "Yes. Let me know when you want to discuss it."

"We can do that now," Ali said, tossing the remotes onto the bed.

I picked up the script as I stood and walked over to the foot of the bed and dropped the pages there. "Did Anita or Isabelle mention to you that you would be expected to perform sex during the scene, even as uncredited extras?"

"It was sort of implied," Ali said, "but after watching this video, we now understand that implication a little better."

"What we're seeing would be hard to simulate," Amy said. "It's not like we're virgins and haven't done most of the things we're seeing on the video, but..."

Ali interrupted, "We're not sure if we want our first film experience to be essentially a porno scene. That's something that could come back to bite us in the butt, career-wise. As Anita said, the morals in the United States aren't as liberal as they are in Europe."

I nodded in understanding and said, "Listen, you two barely know me, so give the advice that I am going to offer you whatever consideration that you feel it merits."

"We would love to get your opinion on what we should do," Ali said. Amy nodded in agreement, so I went back to my chair and sat down.

"There is no real benefit for you to be in this movie," I explained. "You will be required to sign a release giving full rights to your performances to the producer, you would have no lines, no credit and it is very likely that whatever footage that you are captured in will be left on the cutting room floor. That is of course except for the snips that the editor will keep for his own use, which if he is like most Italian film editors, will be sold to the highest bidder."

Amy and Ali sat silently considering what I had told them. They whispered between themselves for a few minutes before Amy addressed me, "We had pretty much decided not to be in the scene, but your points make our decision firm and final. Thank you, Steve, for your honesty."

Ali nodded and said, "You know, most guys would have done the opposite and tried to talk us into doing the scene just so they could watch us. If I hadn't been paying close attention to how you look at us, I would be concerned that you don't find us attractive or something."

I laughed and said, "That question has been asked and answered. Are you ready to be escorted back to the guest house?"

Both shook their heads, but it was Amy who pointed to the TV and asked, "Have you seen this video?"

"I don't know which video it is, so I can't say," I responded. "I haven't seen many of Anita or Lasse's films though, so I doubt it."

"It's not very good," Ali said. "That's what initially influenced our decision not to be in the scene tomorrow."

"I doubt that you two are the target audience," I said. "Would either of you like some more cognac?

"Are you going to try to ply us with cognac in order to have your way with us?" Amy teased.

Now I laughed and said, "I have no intention of trying to ply you two lovely ladies..."

"Maybe you should," said Ali as she picked up the remotes to turn off the tape player and TV.

I turned to face them so that I could look directly into their eyes. I didn't want any misunderstanding of what I was about to tell them. "Ladies, you don't want to go down roads when you have no idea where they'll lead you."

"What road would you lead us down?" Amy asked in a challenging tone.

I rose and brought the bottle of cognac over to them on the bed. They each held their glass out for me to pour the liquid into them. I then returned to my chair and set the bottle on the table.

"I am not in a relationship for a very good reason," I told them. "I expect a woman to be an angel on my arm and a whore in my bedroom and most women cannot accept my demands or acquiesce to my desires. I don't tolerate anything but total and immediate compliance from a partner and you two don't strike me as someone who would do whatever they were told without hesitation or question."

"So you're into BDSM, domination and stuff like that?" Ali asked.

I shook my head, "No, I am not into domination and submission. I am into having my own way sexually. I expect my partners to do what I say when I say it."

Amy glanced at Ali. She said, "Steve, we get paid for basically doing what we are told when we are told to do it..."

"The things that you are told to do as a model are not sexual," I said, "plus they are things that you are typically familiar with and you know what to expect. I'm talking about things that you have likely never experienced or even heard of."

"Try us," Ami said.

I saw stubbornness in their expressions, but also softness and yearning. I asked, "If I told you to get on your knees right here and suck my cock, would you do it?"

"Yes," said Ali.

"Yes," said Amy.

"If I told you to put two of your own fingers into your asshole, would you do it?"

Without hesitation from either, "Yes."

"If I fucked you in your ass and then told you to clean my cock with your mouth, would you do it?"

Slight hesitation from both, "Yes."

"If I told Amy to rim my ass while I was fucking Ali, would you do it?"

"Definitely yes," said Amy

"What would Ali think of that?" I asked.

"I would ask 'When is my turn'?" Ali said.

I was beginning to believe that these two might actually be serious. Both had become extremely attentive to my words. They had moved closer together on the bed, but it appeared to be an effort for them to increase the growing intimacy rather than from any fear or apprehension. Ali had the hem of her dress clutched in one fist while her other hand was slowly caressing Amy's leg. Amy kept licking her lips and playing with her hair.

"You will never tell me 'no'," I said. "Do you understand?"

Both nodded their agreement.

"You will willingly and immediately do whatever I instruct you to do, with whoever I tell you to do it with. Agreed?"

The first signs of doubt exploded on their faces, as I knew it would.

I rose and walked into the bathroom. Before closing the door I said, "You are not whores. I will walk you back to the guest house in a few minutes."

There was no way that I would ever share these two beauties with anyone else, but they didn't know that, and if they were to be the type of sexual partners that I favored, it wouldn't matter to them if I did. A real whore would let me freely and openly pimp her out at any time. Knowing that I could was the turn on for me, not actually doing it.

I exited the bathroom to find Amy standing right outside the door blocking my path. Ali remained seated on the bed, clutching a pillow to her upper body with both arms.

"You know that we could agree to everything right now and change our minds later," Amy said in a defiant tone.

"I would know very quickly just how sincere you were," I explained.

"How?" Amy challenged.

I smiled down at her beautifully stubborn face and said, "I would test you."

"Test us in what way?" Ali asked.

I shook my head and said, "There is no point in me explaining things further. Come on, and I'll walk you back..."

"I'll do it," Ali cried. "Anything you ask with anyone you say."

Amy turned and stared in amazement at her friend. "Are you sure?" she said as she rejoined Ali on the bed.

Ali nodded and said, "You think that we can trust Steve, and I trust you, so yes, I am sure."

I remained just outside the bathroom as the two friends shared a silent conversation with their eyes. When they turned back to look at me, they both had a resolved expression on their faces.

"Ali," I said, "I want you to get Amy naked for me."

Amy immediately scooted over and stood beside the bed, awaiting Ali's obedient response to my instructions. Ali followed her but remained seated on the edge of the bed as she began to unbutton Amy's dress. When all the buttons were free, Ali pulled the straps on each shoulder down Amy's arms and watched the dress slide down to form a fabric puddle on the floor.

Amy's smoldering eyes were locked onto Ali's as I silently watched. Ali had to stand in front of Amy to reach around to release the clasp on her bra. As the bra slid down Amy's arms and finally fell to join the dress on the floor, a smile formed on both of their faces. Ali placed her hands on the waistband of Amy's white cotton panties and began to slowly lower them down her thighs. She knelt as the panties reached Amy's knees. Amy placed a hand on one of Ali's shoulders for balance as she raised her left foot so that her panties could be removed from around that ankle, followed by her right foot.

The two friends seemed to forget that I was present, so I reminded them, "Amy, I want you to get Ali naked for me."

Amy wasted no time in getting Ali's clothes to join her own in a second pile on the floor. They both turned to face me in all their natural beauty.

"I would like you both to tidy up after yourselves," I instructed, indicating the clothing on the floor. "There are spare hangers in the armoire."

They silently complied, hanging their dresses and folding their panties and bras before setting these beside the TV on the dresser.

I opened the door to the bathroom and said, "Ali, go take a seat in the bathtub."

Ali walked quickly past me, into the bathroom and then took a seat in the large claw foot tub.

"Move to the center of the tub." I directed, and then addressed Amy, "Go stand in the tub, straddling Ali."

Amy also complied immediately. Her feet were on either side of Ali's hips, with the two facing each other by the time I entered the bathroom. I examined their positions and didn't see any need for adjustments.

"Amy, give Ali a golden shower," I calmly instructed.

Amy's eyes momentarily widened in shock, but then a slight grin appeared on her face as she tried to command her body to relieve itself. She squatted slightly to be in a more familiar position for urination and smiled as she felt the first stream beginning to flow down onto her friend's body.

"Move under it, Ali," I instructed. "You can't take a shower without getting your hair and face wet."

"This is so fucking hot!" said Amy as she pissed on her friend.

Neither of them had used the bathroom since dinner, and they had each had quite a bit to drink since then. This allowed Amy to spend more than a full minute emptying her bladder onto Ali. Ali's hair wasn't completely soaked in urine, but her face and most of her body were.

As Amy finished and stood erect again in the tub, I said. "Your turn."

My instructions were understood and complied with as Amy stood back and offered a hand to assist Ali with standing in the tub. Amy then sat between Ali's legs and awaited her shower. I didn't need to provide any further direction as Ali almost immediately began urinating over Amy's head, allowing the piss to flow through her hair and down over her body.

"I can't believe how much this is turning me on," cried Ali. "I don't know if I like giving or receiving better."

As rivulets trickled down her face, Amy stuck out her tongue to taste the urine flowing over her lips. Ali's release didn't last as long as Amy's had, but the amount discharged seemed larger.

"Stand up Amy," I said, and Ali assisted her friend to stand in front of her in the tub.

"Both of you, get into the shower," I instructed.

As they stepped from the tub, light yellow puddles formed onto the tile floor under each of their feet. Smaller puddles were left by their footprints between the tub and the shower. They left the glass door to the expansive shower open as they both entered and turned back to me for direction.

I said nothing to them as I used a towel to wipe up the urine footprints from the floor and then rinsed out the tub. They stood silently in the shower as I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom without explanation. When I returned, I was as naked as them.

"Rinse yourselves," I said before closing the glass door of the shower.

They seemed confused that I had not joined them in the shower, but had remained outside, simply observing them. When Amy saw me take my limp cock into my hand and begin to stroke it, she whispered something into Ali's ear and quickly turned on the shower and began to adjust the water temperature.

"While I expect you to do what I tell you to," I said as first Amy and then Ali moved under the waterfall shower head and let the fresh, clean water begin flowing over their hair, "I also expect you to take your own initiative. Think like whores and do what comes naturally to whores."

I didn't know if Amy was bolder than Ali, more experienced sexually, or simply the more assertive of the two, but she certainly was the first to take the initiative in the shower when she wrapped her hand into Ali's wet hair and pulled her face to hers for a deep and passionate kiss while her other hand moved between Ali's legs and forced them apart.

Ali immediately dropped one of her hands to part Amy's legs and begin her own exploration. As I watched my two new whores ravaging each other in the shower, my erection was reaching its full potential.

Amy broke the kiss and both of them focused their attention on finger-fucking the other as they watched me masturbating just a few feet away. Ali was the first to groan, and then cry out as her orgasm made her weak in the knees. Amy helped support Ali as she herself edged quickly towards her own climax at the hand of her friend.

Amy slid to the floor of the shower as her body convulsed for several seconds after Ali had removed her hand. Ali slid down beside her and they hugged each other under the water.

"God, I needed that," said Amy.

"Probably almost as much as I did," agreed Ali.

They both turned to me just as I ejaculated into a glass that I had brought into the bathroom with me. They stared as they watched my cum first shooting into the glass, and then slowly running down the side to pool on the bottom. I then carried the glass with me as I joined them in the shower.

After stepping into the shower and closing the door, I carefully set the glass onto the ledge in the shower and held a hand out to assist each of them with rising from the floor. Amy's eyes traveled to where the glass sat, safe from the spray of water while Ali's eyes fell to my softening erection and remained there.

"I like this," Ali said, reaching out to take my cock in her hand. "It's got to be at least ten inches long and it isn't even hard!"

"Ali has always been fixated on a guy's size," Amy said with mock exasperation.

"If it doesn't cause me to gag when I'm sucking it, there is no way that it will satisfy me anywhere else," Ali stated flatly.

"You said that you never gag," Amy countered, but her attention too had shifted to my cock.

"Just because I can suppress my gag reflex doesn't mean that I don't have one," Ali said.

I laughed at the two of them bantering back and forth and then reached over and picked up the glass from the ledge. "What do you think I should do with this?" I asked them.

"You could tell us to drink it," Ali said. "I would do it."

"Me too," agreed Amy.

I tipped the glass and they watched as the spunk ran back out of the glass into the palm of my other hand. Once the glass was as empty as I could get it, I held it under the showerhead and let it fill about a third of the way with water. I swished the water around to rinse the residual cum off the sides and then handed it to Ali.

"Help yourself," I said, "but save some for Amy if she wants any."

Amy nodded her head and looked prepared to grab the glass from Ali if she thought that she wouldn't share it with her. Ali filled her mouth with the diluted cum water, which took about half of the glass' contents before handing it to Amy. Ali was swallowing as Amy emptied the remaining liquid into her mouth and quickly drank it down. She handed me back the glass and smacked her lips.

"Even watered down, you taste good," Amy said, her eyes returning to the glob of cum still in the palm of my hand.

I set the empty glass back on the ledge before beginning to rub my two palms together. "Step back out of the water," I told them.

Both moved back until their backsides were pressed against the tile wall, safely out of the falling water. I reached up with the cum covered palms of my hands and gently spread the sticky substance over both breasts on each girl. Their nipples tickled my palms as I lightly finished up on each breast, and then stepped back to let them figure out what to do next.

Ali made a move indicating that she was preparing to lower her mouth to Amy's breasts, but that action was prevented when Amy moved in to rub her breasts against Ali's, further spreading my cum around their chests. Ali giggled and brought her hands around to cup Amy's ass cheeks and started a slow sensuous 'dance of the whores' in the shower.

Amy turned them so that Ali's backside was under the water. She lowered her head to begin cleaning Ali's chest with her tongue at the same time that she used the flowing water to lubricate Ali's rosebud to allow penetration by one of her fingers.

"Oh fuck!" Ali cried as she felt her ass being assaulted at the same time that her breasts were being devoured by Amy's mouth. Moans were being emitted from Amy between the sucking and slurping sounds of her mouth as she feasted on Ali's beautiful, pert breasts.

"Let me," begged Ali after almost five minutes of constant attention from Amy. "It's my turn."

Amy reluctantly removed her finger from Ali's ass and her mouth from her breasts. Ali spun them around so that their positions were reversed and began kissing Amy along her jawline, slowly working her way down to return the pleasure that she had just experienced.

"Does Steve's cum taste better on me?" Amy panted. "It sure tasted better on you."

Ali moaned her agreement but didn't remover her mouth away from Amy's breasts to answer more coherently. She acted like a person starved for nourishment as she tried to savor every taste of my cum on Amy's body as quickly as possible, finishing up with a torturous teasing of Amy's nipples as she sucked and nibbled to ensure that not a speck of me remained on her friend. They both turned to face me and their heat was palpable.

Our bodies formed a circle just beyond the reach of the shower water. I showed them the bottle of body wash in my hand and said, "We'll employ a little teamwork to get us out of here before all the hot water is used up. I will wash Amy, Amy will wash Ali, and Ali will wash me. Hold out your hands."

I poured a generous amount of body wash into each of their hands before filling my own hand. I felt Ali's hands beginning to spread the body wash on the top of my head at the same instant that I reached for Amy's hair. Ali made much quicker work of my shorter hair than Amy or I could do with our charges. She had moved down to my shoulders long before I had a good lather built up on Amy's head. Amy faced the same challenges with Ali's longer hair.

"We don't have time for playful exploration right now," I advised them. "Let's just get ourselves washed and out of here."

"I have some time," Ali teased as she was already working her way down my stomach with the soapy body wash. "You guys are way behind me, so I can linger for a while right here," she said as she slowly began cleaning my cock and balls.

"Get him nice and clean," Amy said, "so he's ready for me to suck him off when we get out."

"No way," countered Ali. "I'm cleaning him, so I get to suck him off first."

"Based upon that logic," I laughed, "since I'm cleaning Amy, I must get to fuck her first."

"No fair!" cried Ali, and we all laughed.

"Haven't you two ever shared a guy before?" I asked.

"Only Bob," said Ali.

"Bob doesn't count," stated Amy over the moan that Ali emitted as her pussy was being thoroughly cleaned by her friend.

"Who's Bob and why wouldn't he count?" I asked, proceeding to wash Amy's pussy just as thoroughly.

"Because Bob isn't a guy," Amy moaned. "B-O-B stands for 'battery operated boyfriend'."

I laughed and said, "Okay, let's come together and rinse off."

We all moved under the showerhead and turned as needed to get all the soap out of our hair and off our bodies. My hair rinsed fastest so I was done before either of the girls. I left them to finish rinsing as I stepped out onto the bathmat and grabbed a towel off the heated rack. I had just draped it over my shoulders when I heard the water being turned off, so I took two more towels off the rack and handed them to Amy and Ali.

"I have an observation," Amy said after towel drying her hair.

I simply raised a questioning eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

She did, "When you say that you expect us to do what you say when you say it, you're not doing it for strictly selfish reasons. While you may get turned on by the perception of control and by us whoring ourselves to you, you're too considerate and caring to ignore the pleasures of your partner or partners. Tell me that I am wrong."

"You're wrong," I said. "Any pleasure that my partners derive is entirely coincidental and usually due to their own desires - whether conscious or unconscious, leading to them being satisfied by the activity. I really don't care if you enjoyed giving or getting a golden shower, but you apparently did. For me, it was a test of your sincerity, nothing more."

Amy laughed and said, "I don't believe you, so I guess we can agree to disagree. What do you think, Ali?"

"A woman like Isabelle wouldn't rave about a former lover unless he had rocked her world in some way," Ali said. "Steve wants us to enjoy being his whores and he will make certain that we do. That's why I am loving it so far and I suspect the same is true for Amy."

"Your suspicion is confirmed," Amy giggled at me. "So, what's next for your whores?"

I ignored them as I finished drying myself and then walked back into the bedroom. Amy and Ali followed me without question. I stopped in front of one of the chairs and turned to look at them. As I had mentioned, they both had very similar bodies and appeared to weigh about the same. However, Amy just seemed better proportioned than Ali, with her weight more evenly distributed. That clinched it for me.

"Amy, climb into the chair so that your knees are on the seat and your arms are resting on the back of it," I instructed.

Amy quickly assumed the position I had described, with her perfect ass facing me. She glanced back over her shoulder and I simply nodded my approval and said, "Now spread your legs apart as far as the chair will allow."

I watched as she complied. I then said, "Ali, I want you to climb up and sit on Amy's back, facing me. You can let your legs hang over her sides, but I want you to lay back completely onto her. Understood?"

"I think so," Ali said, and she carefully positioned herself on top of Amy's back.

I made a few adjustments to Ali's position so that their two perfect asses were directly aligned, one on top of the other.

"Ali, are you balanced okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," Ali stated.

"Amy, are you okay?" I asked. "We're going to be in this position for a while."

"Sure," she said. "Ali doesn't weigh anything."

I nodded and said, "Ali, I want you to pull your legs up and lock your forearms behind your knees. I'll pull your legs up for you so just get your arms ready to hold them."

I lifted both of Ali's legs at the same time to keep her balanced on top of Amy's back. Once I had pushed her legs back far enough, Ali brought both arms around to hold each leg as I had instructed. Amy couldn't turn her head back to see me now that Ali was laying on her back, and with her elbows locked behind her knees, Ali would have difficulty raising her upper body enough to see me as well.

I pulled the seat cushion from the other chair and placed it on the floor for me to kneel on. Besides providing cushioning for my knees, the thick padding raised me to the perfect height while on my knees for unfettered access to my targets.

I started with my tongue at Amy's mons, just below the thin strip of pubic hair and began one long, steady licking motion that took me over Amy's clit, between the folds of her labia, up to the entrance to her pussy, where I lingered for several seconds before progressing over her perineum and then to tease her rosebud. As I moved up to Ali, the order was reversed. Anus, perineum, pussy entrance, labia, clit, and finally stopping at the bottom of her pubic hair.

I then began my return trip, lingering longer at the most sensitive areas on each girl, and tasting the rewards from each as their arousal grew. They took turns gasping and moaning as my tongue enjoyed them.

"Jesus, your tongue feels good," Amy panted. "I'm sorry, Ali, I thought that no one could lick me better than you do, but I was wrong."

"Just don't make me fall off when you cum," Ali cried. "I don't want this to ever stop."

Ali's words were providential as my tongue had just reached Amy's clit and teased her to an orgasm that made her body quiver and tremble, but she was able to keep Ali positioned on her back. Amy remained panting as my tongue completed its cycle on her and began its upward journey over Ali.

Ali needn't have worried about Amy shaking her off with her orgasm. She should have been more concerned about how her own orgasm would affect her ability to remain balanced on Amy's back. I held her body steady as her orgasm rocked through her or she would have quickly lost her balance.

I assisted a still shaking Ali down from Amy's back. She stood beside the chair as I picked Amy up from the chair and set her on her feet beside her friend.

I took each by the hand and said, "Come with me."

I led them back to the bed and had them lie on their stomachs beside each other. I pulled each of them down until they rested their chins on the very edge of the bed.

"Place your hands onto your backs and open your mouths," I instructed.

Ali was on the left and my curiosity about her claim of never gagging on a cock made her my first choice. The height of their heads hanging on the edge of the platform bed positioned their mouths perfectly for me to fuck them while standing flat on the soles of my feet. Amy was watching me position myself in front of Ali, but Ali's eyes were locked onto mine as her tongue dropped past her lower lip in anticipation of receiving the head of my cock.

I slowly slid my cock over her tongue and into her mouth, the girth of it forcing her mouth wider. There was a look of pride in her eyes as she willingly accepted the continued invasion of her sweet mouth. I felt the first hint of resistance at the head of my cock when just over three inches had passed her lips. I held it there and felt Ali's tongue endeavoring to move along the bottom of the shaft with little success.

I slowly withdrew my cock and slid over to align myself with Amy's eager mouth. I repeated the same slow, deliberate entry into her mouth as I had used with Ali, again finding the first hint of physical resistance after only about three inches were in Amy's mouth.

As soon as the head of my cock popped out of Amy's mouth, she said, "I can take more of you. Just push your cock down my throat."

"Fuck my mouth first," Ali cried. "I want to feel you forcing it down my throat."

I ignored them both, walking around to the other side of the bed and climbing up to lean back against the headboard. Amy and Ali were both immediately on their knees kneeling beside me on the bed.

"I expect you to take turns," I explained. "Ali, you can start sucking my cock while Amy licks my balls and rims my ass. When I clap my hands, you will switch positions. Understood?"

"I understand," said Amy. "Do you have rubber bands or anything for us to tie our hair back with?"

"There is a sewing kit on the shelf in the closet," I told her. "There should be some ribbon and a pair of scissors in it."

My two whores jumped off the bed together and went to the closet. They quickly found the sewing kit and worked together as a team to cut pieces of ribbon and then used these to tie each other's hair into loose ponytails. Amy replaced the sewing kit and they skipped happily back to the bed.

While Amy crawled between my spread legs, Ali leaned over my right hip and prepared to take my cock into her mouth. I picked her up and turned her until her pussy was in front of my face and we were in a sixty-nine position. I didn't wait for her, as I quickly sought out her wet pussy with my tongue.

When I had them position together on the chair, their flowing arousal intermixed between them so I had been treated to a pleasant mixture of their combined essence, but now I wanted to savor them individually as each had their own unique flavor and scent.

I wasn't concerned about bringing Ali to another orgasm with my mouth. Tasting and smelling her sex would stoke my own arousal as she sucked on my cock. If I provided her with too much pleasure, she would become distracted from her role as one of my whores, which they needed to learn was for my pleasure, not theirs.

Ali soon had my cock back in her mouth and at the point where I had first felt resistance. I felt her change the position of her head slightly as she withdrew and then bounced her mouth back down on my cock a couple of times before she paused and spoke to me.

"The next time I go down," Ali said, "would you push the back of my head to help force you deeper?"

She must have assumed an affirmative response from me because she immediately returned my cock to her mouth and returned us to the previous stopping point. I placed my right hand onto the back of her head and gently applied pressure until I felt her swallow and the head of my cock popped into her throat. I removed my hand, but Ali didn't cease her downward movements until her nose was resting on Amy's cheek while she was sucking on my balls.

My face was becoming drenched with the sudden release of arousal for Ali's pussy. She was slowly raising her mouth back up my cock, using her tongue to cover as much of it as she could along the way. When her lips finally held just the head of my cock, I clapped my hands.

"Oh, too soon," Ali cried, but she obediently slid down onto the bed to change positions with Amy.

What Amy might have lacked in deep throating capabilities, she more than made up for with her lips and tongue. She seemed to hit every sensitive spot on my cock, and a few that I didn't know I even had as she licked and nibbled every inch while stroking expertly with both hands. She was treated to an almost endless amount of pre-cum and an extremely rigid cock while I enjoyed her spicier taste than Ali's.

While Ali used her whole mouth on my cock, she targeted my balls and asshole exclusively with her sharp, firm tongue. I swore that every time her tongue probed my asshole, it felt like a wet finger was there instead. It would then turn satiny soft as it caressed my balls. This particular whore configuration was one that I was going to have to remember.

I let them continue for a few more minutes before clapping my hands again. Ali made to climb back on top of me as Amy moved back down on the bed, but I stopped them.

"Both of you, stand beside the bed," I said, pointing to the opposite side.

They both scurried off the bed and stood watching me as I too rose and walked around to join them. I positioned Amy with the front of her thighs against the side of the bed and then gently pushed on her upper body, encouraging her to lay her upper body down on the bed. I moved Ali just to the right of Amy and had her lay beside her, but not so close that they both wouldn't be able to spread their legs apart.

I stepped back behind Amy and used my feet to spread her legs wide enough for me to stand between them. I took my erect cock in my left hand and rubbed it up and down her slick pussy lips only once before aligning it with the entrance and slowly pushing forward.

"Oh fuck, it's about time," Amy cried as the head of my cock began slowly entering her. Fuck, she was tight!

I kept slowly pushing further and further into Amy until I felt the head of my cock contacting her cervix. I withdrew my cock just as slowly. As the head popped out of her pussy, Amy squealed in frustration.

I replaced my cock in her pussy with two of the fingers on my left hand while moving over behind Ali. I repeated my slow and deliberate entry, this time into Ali as I kept working Amy's pussy with my fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ali cried as she tried to push back against my slow entry. I placed a hand onto her back to hold her in place as I took my time bottoming out in her pussy.

I switched back to fuckin Amy, using my fingers on Ali and then kept switching between the two for about ten minutes. Sometimes I would slide my cock in and out of them twice when it was their turn, but usually it was only once. They were both getting very hot and extremely frustrated with me, but they were my whores, I wasn't theirs.

On the last two turns for each of them, I used the juices from their pussies to lubricate their assholes and inserted a thumb while my cock was in their pussy. They both appeared to revel in the feeling of being double penetrated, but they would need to settle for only one cock tonight.

Leaving them both bent over the edge of the bed and panting, I went around to the other side and resumed my previous position leaning against the headboard.

"Amy," I said, "Climb up here and mount me."

She climbed up onto the bed and asked, "Facing you or away?"

"Facing me," I said. "Ali, once Amy has mounted me, I want you to service us both with your tongue. Understood?"

"Completely," Ali enthusiastically replied.

Amy wasted no time in sinking her pussy onto my cock and beginning to ride it. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she would pant every time that she would bottom out with the head of my cock as far inside her as her body would allow.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed when Ali rimmed her asshole, driving her to an explosive orgasm. I felt her juices running down the inside of my thighs until that feeling was replaced by the soft touch of Ali's tongue as she dived in to capture as much of her friend's juices as she could. Amy collapsed onto my chest and I held her there so that her movements on my cock would be restricted even as Ali continued to savor the taste of our coupling.

Ali finally raised her head and then slid up to lay beside us. Amy leaned over and the two friends moved into a passionate kiss as Amy slowly rolled off of me.

"My turn?" Ali asked as the kiss ended.

Amy kissed Ali's cheek and said, "I'm pretty sure I saved some of him for you. I don't know about you kiddo, but his cock is the biggest and best that I have ever experienced..."

"I know," Ali agreed. "It's already touched me in places that no one else ever has come close to."

Amy began moving down to assume a position between my legs as Ali climbed up on top of me. Amy said, "Cum good for me baby, I can't wait to taste you."

Ali nodded to Amy at the same time that she gazed down into my eyes with adoration. "Are you even getting close yet?' she asked.

"I've been on the edge since you scraped my leg this morning," I told her, "but I think I can hold off for a little while longer."

The differences in women's bodies are amazing. While Amy's pussy was tight, Ali's was like a fucking vice. However, Ali's pussy could take more of my cock before reaching the resistance of her cervix, and that was a resistance that Ali wouldn't accept. From the second that she positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and began lowering herself onto it, she had a determined expression on her face.

"Holy fuck!" Amy squealed. "He's all the way inside of you!"

Ali had a look of proud accomplishment on her face that slowly morphed into a look of rapture as she began riding up and down on my cock.

"More, more, more," she kept telling herself, along with the frequent gasp brought about my Amy's tongue and fingers teasing both of our assholes. I reached up and began lightly pinching Ali's nipples and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Her pussy shot off of my cock as the contractions of her orgasm squeezed me out in a flood of her juices. She was still squirting as Amy dived onto her pulsating pussy to capture and taste the flavor of sexual release that her friend was providing.

I let Ali begin relaxing as I moved down the bed and took up position behind Amy. With my cock still lubricated with Ali's juices, I lined up the head of my cock against Amy's asshole and began pushing.

"I won't say no," Ali cried, "but I've never done this before. I just wanted you to know."

I didn't reply, but I did spit down onto the head of my cock to add a little more lubrication as I continued to force the head past her sphincter.

Ali must have realized what was happening, because she said, "I heard that if you try to relax, it's easier."

"I'm trying to relax," Amy said through gritted teeth. "Let's see how easy it is for you when it's your turn."

"Ali," I said, "move underneath Amy and start licking her pussy."

"Good idea," Ali said as she quickly moved to get into position.

I waited until Ali had begun gently teasing Amy's pussy with her tongue before resuming to exert pressure to my cock against Amy's asshole, applying more spittle to the point of attack.

"Oh, wow, wow, wow," Amy moaned as the head of my cock finally popped past the resistance of her sphincter. "It feels bigger in my ass than in my pussy."

After about five minutes of slow and constant pressure, I asked Ali, "Do you want to tell her or should I?"

Ali looked up from her position, trying to understand what I was asking. She couldn't see my face, but understanding dawned on her when she told Amy, "His cock is completely inside of your ass. You took all of him!"

"It feels amazing," Amy panted. "You're going to love having your ass fucked."

I slowly withdrew all but about two inches of my cock before sliding it back into Amy's ass. I kept increasing the speed of my thrusts with each cycle as Amy began having almost constant orgasms fed not just by my cock in her ass, but also by Ali's tongue on her clit and fingers in her pussy.

"I want more, I can't take more, I want more, I can't take more," became the repetitive chant from Amy's mouth. Since I still had another virgin ass to work with, I took mercy on Amy and slowly withdrew my cock.

I rolled onto my back and said, "Ali, come over here and suck on my cock for a few minutes to give Amy a rest. Get it nice and wet. When I tell you, climb up and face away from me. Then slide my cock into your ass while Amy services your pussy."

Ali moved much faster than a recovering Amy, but soon both were in position to do as instructed. Since Ali had not yet mounted me, Amy focused her attention on my balls, gently sucking on them and licking around the entire ball sack.

"Climb on, Ali," I said after about five minutes.

Ali straddled me and squatted above my cock, partially supporting herself by reaching back and placing her right hand onto my chest. She used her left hand to position the head of my cock under her asshole and slowly began to lower herself. Amy didn't hesitate to attack Ali's pussy with both her mouth and her fingers.

"I going to help you relax," Amy told her. "It really does help."

Ali 'yipped' as Amy stuck two fingers into her wet pussy and quickly withdrew them. She transferred the moisture to the shaft of my cock, as close to the head as she could get it. She did this three more times before placing her lips around Ali's clit and began torturing it with her tongue.

I felt Ali take a deep breath before she lowered herself, immediately forcing the head of my cock past her sphincter and pausing.

"Son of a bitch!" Ali exclaimed. "When they say 'go big or go home' I doubt that they had this beautiful cock violating my ass in mind." She slowly began lowering herself, panting out words along the way, "I - want - to - take - this - cock - home - with - me. Bob is fired."

Amy was just as elated as Ali when she announced that my cock was fully inside of her friend's ass. I let Ali enjoy multiple orgasms while riding my cock in her ass before finally lifting her off for a brief recovery period.

"Amy," I said, "I want you to suck my cock while Ali recovers."

Amy attacked my cock like no one ever has. Just like before, she used her tongue and lips to hit spots that I didn't even know existed on my cock. Amy pushed my right leg up to provide her with better access to my asshole, which she spit on before inserting a finger to the first knuckle. She licked the shaft of my cock from the base to the head before replacing her tongue with her other hand and stroking gently but firmly.

She timed things perfectly, placing her lips completely around the head of my cock as the finger that was inserted partially into my ass suddenly jammed all the way in to stimulate my prostate gland. I had never experienced such a sudden and powerful orgasm as the one that Amy just caused to erupt in my body. My body bucked up as I tried to force more of my exploding cock into Amy's mouth, but she seemed to anticipate the movement and rose with me to keep the head of my cock all that was between her lips.

I didn't feel Amy swallowing, yet I sensed that I was depositing more cum into her mouth than I had ever produced before in my life. I felt motion beside me and suddenly felt Ali's tongue on my balls, which extended the climax of the century for several more seconds. My eyes rolled up in my head as the feelings gradually began to subside.

I was only vaguely aware of Amy releasing my cock from her mouth and the two girls crawling up to lay on either side of me. I became slightly more aware as Amy leaned over my body to kiss Ali and shared the cum that she had been holding in her mouth. The two friends kept their mouths together for several minutes, using their tongues to capture and savor the fruits of their combined labors.

"Do you hear thunder?" Ali asked.

"I saw stars when Steve was fucking my ass, if that's what you mean," Amy said. "Hang on, I do hear a rumbling..."

Amy crawled off the bed and walked to the window, pulling the drapes aside. "It looks like there is a thunderstorm heading this way. The lightning is getting closer."

The sound of rain against the window was almost immediate and the lightning could now be detected around the edges of the drapes.

Amy crawled back onto the bed and snuggled against me as Ali did the same on the other side, "Good thing that Steve doesn't make his whores go out in weather like this," Ali said.

"Good thing that we have this nice big bed for all of us to share," said Amy.

"Good thing," I agreed.

~~~

The thunderstorms moved out of the area by the next afternoon, but that was long enough to cancel the filming for the day at the villa. This proved beneficial since the sounds of my whores screaming their sexual gratification from my bedroom might not have been in precise synchronization with the planned party scene in the movie.

Amy and Ali returned to the guest house only long enough to collect their belongings and bring them back to the master bedroom in the villa. Over the next week and a half, when we weren't shooting photos for the Ferrari campaign, swimming in the pool, or enjoying some activity on the lake, my two whores tried their damndest to fuck me to death.

I completed the photo campaign two weeks later and returned to the United States. While Ferrari decided against using the images of Amy and Ali for the planned campaign, several of the pictures with the two still adorn the walls in their headquarters building.

I remained in contact with my whores, who returned together to LA four months later. I used what little influence my family still had in the industry to assist Amy and Ali with getting both an agent and invitations to every casting opportunity that they wanted to audition for. Within a year, they had both made their television and soon their movie debuts.

Busy schedules didn't always allow for us to be together at the same time, so I often found myself with only one of my whores at my house in Pacific Palisades. The sexual encounters never suffered due to either Amy or Ali not being present, but it always seemed that being with just one of them at a time resulted in a lot more emotional attachment during our time together.

Things were always much more intimate when I was with only one of them. I won't claim that either Amy or Ali were romantically in love with me, but I suspected that the comfort that they found in our relationship contributed to them both not developing anything serious with another man for over a decade after we had met at Lake Como. I hope their husbands are keeping them satisfied because I won't mess around with another man's whore.

Well, the movie I have been watching while recalling this story has ended. It is the only movie that Ali and Amy have ever been cast in together. As the final credits for "Varsity Blues" began to roll, I picked up the remote and paused them just as the names of my two whores appear: Amy Smart, followed by Ali Larter.