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Laddi was a first generation Punjabi woman, who had spent most of her life in the lavish neighborhoods of London. Her father was a successful entrepreneur and her mother specialized in putting on traditional Punjabi weddings. Now in her early 30s, Laddi was working as a marketing executive for a high end clothing line in London, and was happily married to her husband of seven years. Okay, maybe that last part wasn't entirely true. Although she was married to a fellow Punjabi, the marriage was anything but happy. It had practically been arranged by her parents, and it seemed like they had deliberately given her the ugliest and most pathetic Punjabi guy they could find. Aside from bringing home a fat paycheck, he was completely useless. Their different work schedules meant they only saw each other on weekends and holidays. When they were home together, he preferred to spent his day watching cricket matches. Sex only happened when he was in the mood, and only consisted of cowgirl sex and sucking his 3 inch baby dick. He wouldn't even massage her damn feet, and she stopped asking him to take her out nearly five years ago. She got more attention from the men at work, then she did from her worthless husband.
Laddi had been wanting to leave him for years, and she could very easily find someone better, as there wasn't a single straight man in London that didn't find her attractive. However, her traditional upbringing meant divorce was out of the question. Cheating also wasn't an option, as most of London knew her name and face, so the news would've spread like wildfire. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her career and her family's reputation.
Her position as a marketing executive meant she often got to travel outside of the U.K. However, even during the few days she was out of the country, getting with a man was virtually impossible, as her trips were always strictly business. Add in the fact that she was always accompanied by at least one co-worker, and hooking up was virtually impossible. However, all that was about to change.
That week, Laddi was scheduled to fly to Venice for the weekend, to pitch her company's clothing line to one of Europe's most high end retailers. However, the day before she was set to depart, her boss had informed her that her co-worker had to deal with a last minute family emergency, and would be unable to accompany her. Since there wasn't enough time to get a replacement for her, Laddi was informed that for the first time she would be traveling abroad on her own. This was the moment she had always hoped for. Italian men had a reputation for being womanizers, and with her looks and charm, it wouldn't be too difficult to snag one. On the other hand, Laddi's career was on the line. If she didn't close this deal, she could kiss her job and lavish lifestyle goodbye. Despite her desperate need for a man's attention, she promised herself that she wouldn't get distracted, and focus on the task at hand.
*****
The following evening, Laddi arrives in Venice, and is immediately ferried by private boat to a lavish hotel, which overlooks the city's famous Grand Canal. As usual, she has little opportunity to take in the sights, as she is here strictly on business. Her sales pitches are taking place in an exhibition center just a few blocks from her hotel. Getting there required her to walk along the famous Grand Canal, past the iconic St. Mark's Square. Her elegant dress and fancy heels, coupled with her tan skin, long black hair and sexy stride drew a lot of attention, especially from a young gondolier named Piero.
Piero was in his mid-20s, and was the stereotypical Italian pretty boy. Tall, black haired, olive skinned, well toned and muscular. He wore black slacks and shoes, a flat straw hat, and a really tight "Where's Waldo" t-shirt, which showed off his muscular features. He would always stand in the same spot, trying to get anyone who passed by into his gondola. Laddi was no exception. During her short time in Venice, she had passed by him on several occasions going to and from her sales pitches. He remembered her easily, as she was dressed far more elegantly then the other tourists. Every time she walked by he would try to get her into his gondola, but she always had to turn him down as she had important business to attend to. That was, until one sunny afternoon.
*****
4:00 PM on the last afternoon of her trip. Laddi walks along the Grand Canal, like a giddy school girl, almost falling in on several occasions. The reason for her excitement, the CEO of a high end Venetian clothing firm had just agreed to buy her company's products. She had closed the deal all by herself, and knew a nice raise and potential promotion would be waiting for her back in London. This was cause for celebration.
Her flight didn't leave 'til 4:00 AM the next morning, so she had the last few hours of the day to herself. For the first time, she actually had time to enjoy the city she was staying in. At that point, she decided she would treat herself to a private gondola ride. The money her boss had given her was only supposed to cover business related expenses. However, she figured since she had just closed the biggest deal of her life, she deserved a little something. Plus, she figured once her boss heard the good news, he would forgive her for spending 85 Euros on a one hour boat ride. She made her way to St. Mark's Square, and sure enough there was Piero, with his straw hat and "Where's Waldo" shirt. Same spot she had seen him for the past two days.
"Hey, Piero!" Laddi calls out.
"Signora!" he replies with his arms out.
"I'm ready for that ride, Piero. Are you free right now?"
"For you Signora, I'm always free. Hop in."
He grabs Laddi's hand and helps her onto his gondola.
"Watch your step Signora."
"Thank you," Laddi says. "You're such a gentleman, Piero."
"It's my job, Signora. You fall into canal, I lose my license. Please, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride."
"Thank you", Laddi replies as she positions herself on the soft velvet seat.
"So, where are you from, Signora?" the handsome young gondolier asks her.
"London," Laddi replies.
"London? You don't look like tourist I normally get from London."
"Well, my family is Indian," Laddi replies. "But I was born in London."
"Indian? And you are here by yourself?"
"Yes, I'm here on business," she replies.
"Business? And your husband is not with you?"
"I don't have a husband," Laddi lies.
"No husband? That's good news for us. Maybe you find one here in Venice."
"At my age, I doubt it. Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow morning," Laddi informs him.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that, Signora. You should come back as a tourist sometime, and I show you around," Piero tells her. "Venice is a beautiful city, Signora! The most beautiful in the world!"
"I might just do that," Laddi replies.
"I'm glad to hear it, Signora! Anyways, this building here is where Marco Polo live. Obviously no longer, because he's dead. It's now private residence. Later on, I show you where American sex symbol, Johnny Depp live."
The ride continues through the city's charming canals, and Piero continues to make small talk and point out the city's many historic landmarks. Before Laddi has a chance to let it all sink in, they are back at the main plaza.
"Okay, Signora. This is where I picked you up. I hope you enjoyed the tour."
"That's it?", Laddi asks, as he helps her off the vessel.
"I'm afraid so, Signora. But you know, if you want more I can give you another ride tonight, free of charge."
"Are you serious?" Laddi asks.
"Yes. At night is a lot more quiet and relaxing. I bring wine, tell jokes. We have a good time, Signora."
"Yeah, sure! That sounds wonderful! Normally I don't get to have any fun on these business trips."
"Sounds great, Signora. I'll pick you up around midnight. What hotel you staying at?"
"The Monaco," she replies. "Just be sure to get me back before 2:00, as my flight leaves at 4:00."
"Don't worry Signora. I have a faster boat as well. After tour, I take you straight to airport, no charge."
"REALLY?", she asks stunned.
"Of course, Signora."
"Okay, I'll do it!"
"Eccellente," Piero replies. "I promise Signora, we're gonna have a good time."
"I'm sure we will Piero," she says as she hands him a tip.
"No, please Signora. Your company is enough tip for me," Piero says as he kisses her on the hand. "See you at midnight."
*****
11:59 PM. Laddi stands outside her hotel in her most elegant dress and fanciest pair of heels. Suddenly, just as she hears the clock of St. Mark's Square strike midnight, Piero pulls up, in the same gondola she had ridden in that afternoon. Only this time, it was lined with fancy linens and had a bottle of wine, hors d'oeuvres, and two glasses in front of the seat.
"Hey, Signora! Glad to see you didn't stand me up. Let me help you with your bag."
"I'm glad you didn't either, Piero. I know you Italians are always running late," Laddi jokes.
"Not when there is pretty girl involved," Piero replies, as he takes her suitcase and helps her onto his vessel.
"Oh Piero, stop it! You're flattering me!"
"I speak only the truth. You're gonna have a good time, Signora. Relax and enjoy the ride. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to that wine. It's all for you, Signora. I would happily join you, but I cannot drink on the job because I lose my license."
"Grazie, Piero."
"Okay? Let's go!"
The two set off up the moonlit canal. The city looks and feels even more magnificent at night. Laddi enjoys the almost empty streets and moonlit canals, as she dines on delicious hors d'oeuvres, and casually sips on some of the finest wine she's ever tasted. It's true, those Italians really know how to treat a lady.
A little ways into the ride, Piero makes her a surprising offer.
"You want to give it a go, Signora?" Piero inquires.
"You mean, paddle the gondola? Oh no grazie, Piero. I've never paddled anything in my life," Laddi informs him. "I will crash."
"It's okay Signora, is easy. I show you. Just take your shoes off so you don't fall into canal. You fall into canal..."
Laddi had been wanting to leave him for years, and she could very easily find someone better, as there wasn't a single straight man in London that didn't find her attractive. However, her traditional upbringing meant divorce was out of the question. Cheating also wasn't an option, as most of London knew her name and face, so the news would've spread like wildfire. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her career and her family's reputation.
Her position as a marketing executive meant she often got to travel outside of the U.K. However, even during the few days she was out of the country, getting with a man was virtually impossible, as her trips were always strictly business. Add in the fact that she was always accompanied by at least one co-worker, and hooking up was virtually impossible. However, all that was about to change.
That week, Laddi was scheduled to fly to Venice for the weekend, to pitch her company's clothing line to one of Europe's most high end retailers. However, the day before she was set to depart, her boss had informed her that her co-worker had to deal with a last minute family emergency, and would be unable to accompany her. Since there wasn't enough time to get a replacement for her, Laddi was informed that for the first time she would be traveling abroad on her own. This was the moment she had always hoped for. Italian men had a reputation for being womanizers, and with her looks and charm, it wouldn't be too difficult to snag one. On the other hand, Laddi's career was on the line. If she didn't close this deal, she could kiss her job and lavish lifestyle goodbye. Despite her desperate need for a man's attention, she promised herself that she wouldn't get distracted, and focus on the task at hand.
*****
The following evening, Laddi arrives in Venice, and is immediately ferried by private boat to a lavish hotel, which overlooks the city's famous Grand Canal. As usual, she has little opportunity to take in the sights, as she is here strictly on business. Her sales pitches are taking place in an exhibition center just a few blocks from her hotel. Getting there required her to walk along the famous Grand Canal, past the iconic St. Mark's Square. Her elegant dress and fancy heels, coupled with her tan skin, long black hair and sexy stride drew a lot of attention, especially from a young gondolier named Piero.
Piero was in his mid-20s, and was the stereotypical Italian pretty boy. Tall, black haired, olive skinned, well toned and muscular. He wore black slacks and shoes, a flat straw hat, and a really tight "Where's Waldo" t-shirt, which showed off his muscular features. He would always stand in the same spot, trying to get anyone who passed by into his gondola. Laddi was no exception. During her short time in Venice, she had passed by him on several occasions going to and from her sales pitches. He remembered her easily, as she was dressed far more elegantly then the other tourists. Every time she walked by he would try to get her into his gondola, but she always had to turn him down as she had important business to attend to. That was, until one sunny afternoon.
*****
4:00 PM on the last afternoon of her trip. Laddi walks along the Grand Canal, like a giddy school girl, almost falling in on several occasions. The reason for her excitement, the CEO of a high end Venetian clothing firm had just agreed to buy her company's products. She had closed the deal all by herself, and knew a nice raise and potential promotion would be waiting for her back in London. This was cause for celebration.
Her flight didn't leave 'til 4:00 AM the next morning, so she had the last few hours of the day to herself. For the first time, she actually had time to enjoy the city she was staying in. At that point, she decided she would treat herself to a private gondola ride. The money her boss had given her was only supposed to cover business related expenses. However, she figured since she had just closed the biggest deal of her life, she deserved a little something. Plus, she figured once her boss heard the good news, he would forgive her for spending 85 Euros on a one hour boat ride. She made her way to St. Mark's Square, and sure enough there was Piero, with his straw hat and "Where's Waldo" shirt. Same spot she had seen him for the past two days.
"Hey, Piero!" Laddi calls out.
"Signora!" he replies with his arms out.
"I'm ready for that ride, Piero. Are you free right now?"
"For you Signora, I'm always free. Hop in."
He grabs Laddi's hand and helps her onto his gondola.
"Watch your step Signora."
"Thank you," Laddi says. "You're such a gentleman, Piero."
"It's my job, Signora. You fall into canal, I lose my license. Please, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride."
"Thank you", Laddi replies as she positions herself on the soft velvet seat.
"So, where are you from, Signora?" the handsome young gondolier asks her.
"London," Laddi replies.
"London? You don't look like tourist I normally get from London."
"Well, my family is Indian," Laddi replies. "But I was born in London."
"Indian? And you are here by yourself?"
"Yes, I'm here on business," she replies.
"Business? And your husband is not with you?"
"I don't have a husband," Laddi lies.
"No husband? That's good news for us. Maybe you find one here in Venice."
"At my age, I doubt it. Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow morning," Laddi informs him.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that, Signora. You should come back as a tourist sometime, and I show you around," Piero tells her. "Venice is a beautiful city, Signora! The most beautiful in the world!"
"I might just do that," Laddi replies.
"I'm glad to hear it, Signora! Anyways, this building here is where Marco Polo live. Obviously no longer, because he's dead. It's now private residence. Later on, I show you where American sex symbol, Johnny Depp live."
The ride continues through the city's charming canals, and Piero continues to make small talk and point out the city's many historic landmarks. Before Laddi has a chance to let it all sink in, they are back at the main plaza.
"Okay, Signora. This is where I picked you up. I hope you enjoyed the tour."
"That's it?", Laddi asks, as he helps her off the vessel.
"I'm afraid so, Signora. But you know, if you want more I can give you another ride tonight, free of charge."
"Are you serious?" Laddi asks.
"Yes. At night is a lot more quiet and relaxing. I bring wine, tell jokes. We have a good time, Signora."
"Yeah, sure! That sounds wonderful! Normally I don't get to have any fun on these business trips."
"Sounds great, Signora. I'll pick you up around midnight. What hotel you staying at?"
"The Monaco," she replies. "Just be sure to get me back before 2:00, as my flight leaves at 4:00."
"Don't worry Signora. I have a faster boat as well. After tour, I take you straight to airport, no charge."
"REALLY?", she asks stunned.
"Of course, Signora."
"Okay, I'll do it!"
"Eccellente," Piero replies. "I promise Signora, we're gonna have a good time."
"I'm sure we will Piero," she says as she hands him a tip.
"No, please Signora. Your company is enough tip for me," Piero says as he kisses her on the hand. "See you at midnight."
*****
11:59 PM. Laddi stands outside her hotel in her most elegant dress and fanciest pair of heels. Suddenly, just as she hears the clock of St. Mark's Square strike midnight, Piero pulls up, in the same gondola she had ridden in that afternoon. Only this time, it was lined with fancy linens and had a bottle of wine, hors d'oeuvres, and two glasses in front of the seat.
"Hey, Signora! Glad to see you didn't stand me up. Let me help you with your bag."
"I'm glad you didn't either, Piero. I know you Italians are always running late," Laddi jokes.
"Not when there is pretty girl involved," Piero replies, as he takes her suitcase and helps her onto his vessel.
"Oh Piero, stop it! You're flattering me!"
"I speak only the truth. You're gonna have a good time, Signora. Relax and enjoy the ride. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to that wine. It's all for you, Signora. I would happily join you, but I cannot drink on the job because I lose my license."
"Grazie, Piero."
"Okay? Let's go!"
The two set off up the moonlit canal. The city looks and feels even more magnificent at night. Laddi enjoys the almost empty streets and moonlit canals, as she dines on delicious hors d'oeuvres, and casually sips on some of the finest wine she's ever tasted. It's true, those Italians really know how to treat a lady.
A little ways into the ride, Piero makes her a surprising offer.
"You want to give it a go, Signora?" Piero inquires.
"You mean, paddle the gondola? Oh no grazie, Piero. I've never paddled anything in my life," Laddi informs him. "I will crash."
"It's okay Signora, is easy. I show you. Just take your shoes off so you don't fall into canal. You fall into canal..."