Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or any of it's characters.
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Trina wasn't sure she'd ever get used to dating Matteo Fontana. The man, an international playboy and star of stage and screen, even if no one outside of Europe ever heard of him, had developed a series of interests over his long career that hardly included fidelity. In fact, despite them being together, married in all but name, the less talented Vega sister had discovered that he needed a parade of young women through his bedchambers to be happy. 'Not just the sex, though that's a big part of it. No, he need to prove he's still the man, a big shot, and so, he always has his latest conquest dancing through here.'
She'd been sitting near the bed, taking on a roll she hated, what she'd come to tall the "Pepper Potts" roll of escorting last nights entertainment out of the apartment. Trina had done this ever since Matteo non-proposed, and she'd agreed to live by his screwed up rules. 'The things I do for a hot lover, a hot place to live, and lets be honest, my shot at anything bigger then playing lady cheese boobs on Spanish language television.
The girl, some Italian girl with a full bust line and a pretty face who's name never mattered, started to stir. In an unexpectedly British accent, this girl had spoken of her love of Matteo's films deep into the night, agreeing to every one of his twisted fantasies. "You up?" Trina asked.
"Bellissimo." The girl said out from under the comforter. Then, switching to English, she added "I'm up."
"Need anything?" Trina felt like she was mechanically going over the list.
"Breakfast?" The girl asked. Long blond dyed hair swayed as she moved about, looking for her clothing. "Last night wore me out."
"I can imagine." Trina drolled. 'Keep is as neutral as possible. You never know when one of these girls will think it was any more then a one night thing.'
"So, was he entertained?" The girl asked. "Did he say anything about me at all?"
"He said what he always says." Trina shrugged. "Thank her, feed her if she's hungry, and send her on her way. I have an Uber coming." Brown eyes scanned the other woman. The Italian girl was medium height, maybe an inch taller then Trina herself, but had that idealized figure that lingerie companies loved so much. "You do have a place to go, right?"
"I could go home, I suppose." The girl smiled. "You know, I don't usually do this. This whole one night stand thing, I don't. Just, he's Fontana, and who was I to turn down a chance to have this, one night with him I wouldn't forget."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Trina said as neutrally as possible.
"Yea, thank you for that." She smiled. "I'm…"
"Please, no names." Trina cut her off. "I know, I head it, last night. Matteo loves to chant his lovers names, over and over. Just, my Spanish is good, so I can keep up, but you two were chattering away in Italian, and I was lost, for a bit. I really need to learn more Italian if I'm gonna be staying in Venice much longer."
"Are you?" The girl asked.
"No, we're heading back to Hollywood." Trina said, sounding a little disapointed. "I was amazed at how many celebrities, international celebrities, lived in Los Angeles, even though most of them weren't that well known. I swear, I'd assumed it was because of the movie industry, and I was right, except I was also wrong. They live there because, unlike those known in America, they have the access to the industry, but also anonymity. No one in L.A. knows who Matteo is. Hell, I'm better known, and I only showed up in some lame ass Spanish language show dressed up in an exploitative cheese outfit."
"Well," the girl said, now standing in front of Trina. She'd managed to put on her underwear by now, but hadn't bothered with her dress yet. "Before I go, I do want to say a special thank you to you." She leaned in and kissed the Latina's lips. "Grazie."
"Hay, I totally get it." Trina nodded. "Though we should keep Fontana's legacy secret. I know, he doesn't always last that long, but in his defense, he's more of a director then a participant."
"Wasn't complaining." The Italian girl said, smirking. "You wore me out. I'll admit, when he sat back and started watching, I'd assume he'd be joining in much sooner. And once he did, yea. Man isn't a legend in the bedroom, and now I know why. But he knows what he likes, and he knows how to keep us invested, up through the multiple climaxes. You, my amore, were more then enough for me to be left with only golden memories of my one encounter with Fontana."
"Well, you should probably get dressed…." Trina said. 'God, is she one of those…?'
Every so often, one of the girls would want more, and sometimes, more then half of those who wanted more wanted it from Trina. After all, Matteo had no real sexual endurance, and didn't feel he needed it. That was part of the reason he and Trina were together to the point where she was his heir, should something happen. But in return, she was to be his surrogate, to satisfy whatever woman he seduced that evening, often with him watching until he was ready to join in. Often, after he'd finished, and was settling down to sleep, he'd watch as Trina fulfilled her obligation and sexed the woman to exhaustion. And some women, they wanted to know if it was just that night, or otherwise wanted a taste again in the morning. Trina had some leeway as to saying yes or no, except she often felt guilty.
"I just, I need to know, was it his great directing skills, or is his amante, his paramour, more entrancing then I'd originally expected." Her bra fell to the ground, exposing her D cup breasts.
"I…" Trina tried, but she'd realized, this affair, her part, wasn't over. They'd tumbled back towards the bed, clothing being all but ripped off in the mad rush to give this girl one (Or more) last taste before she left.
By the time the girl left, Trina was again wearing just a robe, and wondering how long she'd last when her principal duty was dealing with the girls he picked up to stroke his ego. 'If I were in it for the orgasms, I'd be fine. But…' She cut the thought off there. Matteo did care for her, even loved her. He just loved his image of himself far more.
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Kinda out there, but it's something. Thoughts?
