Mia’s pov
I stared at my reflection in the floor length mirror while taking my appearance in and grimacing at the image that stared back at me.
Being currently cladded in a skimpy white tennis skirt and a matching white crop top, along with sneakers to match, I knew I looked like the perfect image of a girl that belonged on a sports field.
Not as a player, of course not.
But to hang by the side, cheering her boyfriend on. I wondered why Lorenzo refrained from giving me cheerleading shakers in order to complete this image he was trying to create. I sarcastically thought to myself as I turned sideways to check my backside out, to confirm if it wasn’t hanging out.
It wasn’t hanging out, thankfully – but, if I bent a little, then it was going to be out in the open.
I worried my teeth over my bottom lip while worrying over mistakenly flashing someone in broad daylight. There wasn’t any small shorts in the closet of clothes here in my room, if not I’d have worn it underneath this flimsy looking skirt.
I pulled my skirt up to ghost my eyes over my ass and my cheeks reddened at once as bright handprints stared back at me, as images of what Lorenzo had done to me yesterday’s evening, flooded my entire head at once.
Despite Lorenzo spanking me through the light dress I had on yesterday’s evening, it didn’t seem like it made much of a difference because the handprints signs on my asscheeks dosent seem like they were going to clear up quickly.
When Lorenzo had spanked me completely, my legs felt boneless and my arms felt like jelly as it flopped sideways around me as soon as the tie came off. Lorenzo didn’t say a word as he existed the sitting room after that, leaving me to confused thoughts and the warm heat between my thighs which I couldn’t understand what brought it forth.
I dropped the skirt and pulled away from the mirror, knowing that Lorenzo was going to be here soon.
When he had handed me what I’d get dressed in, this morning after taking a shower, I refused at first but reluctantly accepted the clothes when he narrowed his eyes at me in a silent warning. He hadn’t disclosed where we’re going to, but from the looks of my outfit, it seems like we’re heading to a tennis court.
When Lorenzo pushed my door open, I was already done and patiently sitting on my bed while fiddling with my new phone, which I was still yet to fully set up because so many things on it are confusing.
He looked me up and down as soon as I got to my feet and I hastily averted my gaze because after yesterday’s evening spanking session, I haven’t been able to think of anything else, and that only get worse as soon as I lay my eyes on him.
“Let’s head out already.” He murmured when he finally spoke, and then he gave me a final glance before existing the room and climbing down the stairs at once.
When I got to where he was standing at by the side of the door, his ass dropped to my backside and I bit on my lip because I knew he wanted to make a comment at first. He ended up deciding against it and we headed towards his car in silence, settling into it easily. It was after he pulled into the slightly busy road before he broke the silence in the car.
“We’re going to an exclusive sport center.” He murmured and I rolled my eyes to myself, because that was literally so obvious, even a toddler would be able to figure that out already.
“I know, to a tennis court.” I breathed out.
Lorenzo gave me a single glance before responding. “It’s a golf court.”
Well, close enough. I thought with a shrug.
“It’s not an ordinary game, take note. It’s a ruse to get a long time roach.” He continued and at once, my heartbeat picked up in nervousness.
“And, you’re not just attending as my plus one. this time, you’re going to make yourself useful for me.” He continued, giving me a look from the side of his eyes before continuing. “You’re going to be the bait of today’s operation.”
My eyes almost fell out of their sockets in shock as a wave of fright rushed through my entire body at once.
Bait? In something dangerous?
“What?” I finally whispered while blinking down at my fingers in disbelief.
“Stop sounding like I gave you a gun and asked you to pull the trigger.” He commented drily and a scowl appeared on my face.
“This is more dangerous than that, at least then I’d have a gun with me in protect myself. In this situation, I won’t have anything, which would put me at a large risk!” I argued vehemently but Lorenzo only scoffed before responding.
“It’s not like you can even pull a fucking trigger so quit whining. This isn’t dangerous in any way, all you need to do is to try to woo the man and make sure to keep giving him subtle hints till you’d finally lead him to a secluded area on getting a signal from me. Then I’d take it from there.”
I bit on my lip while trying to stop my heart from pounding hard, because Lorenzo didn’t sound like he was messing around moments ago.
“You had better not fuck this up, so you had better put your fucking all into it.” He warned as he stepped out of the car. I took a deep exhale and gathered all my nerves into a ball before kicking it to the back of my mind before stepping out of the car.
When Lorenzo’s palm settled on my hip, I tried not to inhale his intoxicating cologne in order to pay attention to what all the rules he was currently listing off.
‘You’ve got this, Mia.’
I said to myself as we stepped into the said exclusive golf court.