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Taking Your Crown
Alexia has booked you for a special night.
Warning - smut, fingering, anal play, choking, strap, bdsm play, fluff & after care
‘Ping’
You heard a notification come up on your phone, you looked at the screen.
“Gold Package Booking’ 9pm - 9am Tonight”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, this was the most expensive service you provided. You looked over the details, not that there really was much detail, there never was. Not in your line of work.
You did look at the tick box that they had to fill out before submitting, their “wants and needs”. And surprisingly they had ticked many of the options.
Foreplay (Yes),
Penetration (Yes),
Giving (Yes),
Receiving (Yes),
Praise kink (Yes),
Pain threshold - (High),
Toys - (Yes),
Anal play (Yes),
Air Restriction (Yes),
Bondage (Yes),
Orgasm denial (Yes),
Sensory play (Yes),
But what really made you smile was seeing that it was a woman who had booked you. You had women book you before but they weren't your most regular customers. Maybe 1 in 30 bookings would be a woman, but most of the time it was men, rich men. Business men, famous men, men in oil, men in tech, men in law, men in government, you had even had a Prince once.
But you never had sex with them, that wasn’t part of your services, not for the men. That was the ‘silver package’, The silver package included many things but nothing that involved you and the customer having any sexual intercourse. Not even kissing, you hardly really touched them. The ‘gold package’ was only for the ladies. And the only package that included sex.
With the gold package she had the option to pick your outfit, and this particular woman had picked your personal favourite. It consisted of your leather thigh high boots, the heels stood just short of 6 inches. A fitted black leather corset, that showed off your breast perfectly. She requested for your hair to be tied back in a slicked back ponytail.
You studied her safe words, her ‘do’s and don’ts’. This was always sent over beforehand so you didn't have to break character during your session, or constantly ask if she was okay, unless you felt you needed to. You began to get yourself ready for your night ahead, starting with a long hot shower. You couldn't help but be intrigued on who she was. The customers that booked you had to have money, you weren't cheap, and the company you worked with was a very high brow type of organisation. Only the rich and famous were able to be a member of your place of work, and sometimes not even all of them were allowed to join. It was a very exclusive club. You had to be somebody, and even then you weren't always guaranteed to be a member.
You had to book months in advance to see certain ‘workers’ and you were one of them, you were one of the best after all. Even, you didn't find out anything until that day, like the message you got this morning. Giving the customers the discretion they paid for.
After your shower you got yourself ready in the customer's desired outfit of choice. You got in your car and made your way to your destination, but not before covering yourself with your long brown trench coat of course. This view wasn't free.
You pulled up to the gated fence. “Good evening, Miss Porsche.” The security guard who had been working there since even before you, smiled politely, opening the gates for you. ‘Miss Porsche’ wasn’t your name, he didn’t know your name, it’s what he called you as that was your car of choice.
“Hey, Frank.” You nodded and smiled at him as you drove through the gates. You didn't know his name either, he just looked like a Frank and he never corrected you.
You drove up the pathway to the main entrance of the Victorian manor, parking your car in your usual spot. You climbed the old wooden staircase, passing large golden floor length mirrors that draped the walls, mirrors that you had seen yourself in many times, in many different positions, from an array of sex parties.
You made your way to your room, you unlocked the door and got yourself ready. No one but the cleaners was allowed in your room. Everyone who worked here had their own private rooms, giving the customers full privacy. No one entered or left at the same time, it was a tight clock.
You made sure the room was perfect, you had scented candles lit, making the room smell of vanilla and coconut, the lights dimmed low. The room was a naturally dark room, a four pillar wooden king size bed sat in the middle of it. The oak pillars stood tall giving it a royal feel to it. The small fire burning gave the room the perfect temperature, you wanted to keep your guest comfortable after all, there was nothing worse than a cold room when having sex. You looked over her checklist once more, smirking as you read it. You had a feeling you were going to have fun with her.
That's when you heard a knock on the door. Show time.
“Enter.” You called out.
The door opened with a young woman standing behind one of the “Toys” Both their faces half covered with masquerade masks. The ‘toys’ were like house butlers but half naked, they greeted the guests on arrival and escorted them in and out of the building. They confiscated phones or any kind of device that could record, you wanted your privacy to. They were in charge of taking the customers to change out of their clothes and into something more appropriate, and into the robes provided. They were young apprentices, shall we say. They got the name ‘toy’ because they were ‘played’ with constantly by workers like you in the best kind of way, of course, they were like shiny new toys, hence the name. You and other workers taught them the ways of your work, they were literally learning on the job.
“You, come in.” You pointed at your partner for the night. She hesitantly took a step forward into your room.
“Leave us.” you said to the ‘toy’. She took a step back, closing the door behind her.
You locked the door, giving yourself and your guest privacy. You turned around to see the blonde woman standing straight ahead, her body looked rigid, most of them did when they first entered.
“Take off your robe.” You said it softly, but with a dominant tone.
The blonde took a deep breath and removed her robe down to her waist, she was nervous to take it completely off. But that's why you were there.
“All of it.” You demanded.
She took another deep breath and allowed the clothing to drop to the floor. You smiled.
You took a good look at her body, she was stunning. She was wearing a beautiful, very expensive looking red laced set that complimented her olive skin perfectly. You could tell she worked out, her muscles in her back alone were impressive. Your eyes drifted down to her pretty perky arse, her red thong sat neatly between her cheeks and fuck, it was perfect. You had the urge to slap those perfect cheeks and watch them jiggle, but that could wait, you had 12 hours to play with her.
You could see she had tattoos scattered across her skin, her blonde hair flowing down her back was covering parts of the art. Her muscles were tensing beneath her skin, you could see she was nervous, you wanted her in many ways, but nervous was not one of them.
You stepped closer to her, gently touching her shoulder, she jumped at the contact.
“Oh we don't want that, no need to be nervous around me.” You purred.
You finally stepped in front of her, and you nearly lost your own nerve. Even with the mask you knew who she was. The women standing in front of you was none other then Alexia fucking Putellas. Fuck.
You didn't have many celebrity crushes, you weren't really one to obsess over the latest hot new movie star. But, you were a sucker for a female footballer. And in some sick twist of fate, the one you lusted over most was standing half naked right in front of you. Ready to be dominated.
You prided yourself on being a professional, you have seen many faces that you recognised in this room before, faces you saw in films, in music, even in politics. You had never batted an eyelid. You would even use it as part of your play with them. Use it as a tool to either put them down or build them up, depending on the service of course.
You were a little taken back when you recognised her, you nearly faltered, nearly. But you were a professional, this was your job, but god, this was going to be hard.
You stepped closer to the Spaniard, you put your finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly, making her look at you. “You’re a pretty little thing aren't you?.” You smirked.
The blonde casted her hazel eyes to the floor, a small smile at her lips. “Thank you.” She said quietly.
You were a bit shocked to see the footballer so timid. On social media she seemed a lot more confident, but you knew more than most people, that not everyone was the same in and outside of the bedroom.
You looked over her body one last time, before you left her where she stood. You sat on the end of the king size bed, spreading your legs wide.
“Come here my pretty pet.” You point to the space between your legs.
Alexia looks between your legs and back up at you, almost scared to be caught looking. She starts to walk but you stop her.
“No. Not like that. On your hands and knees, crawl. You’re my pretty pet.” You smirked devilishly at her.
She looked a little taken back but she got on her hands and knees like you said and crawled to you. Her perfect arse swaying as she did. You felt a little excitement in your stomach at the view, but you knew you had to keep it professional. Crush or no crush. She was still your guest.
You looked down at the girl between your legs, she kept her head down, you watched her hazel eyes look everywhere but at you. Even behind the gold mask you could see she was still nervous. You gently placed your hand on her cheek, she leaned into your palm instantly. You were definitely going to have fun with her tonight.
“I like the name 'Pretty pet' for you, you are so very pretty. Are you going to be a good, pretty pet for me?”
She nodded. That wouldn't do. You grabbed her chin, her cheeks were squashed between your fingers pushing her lips out.
“When I ask you a question I want a verbal answer.”
“Sí. Yes, s-sorry.” She stuttered.
You roughly released her face, leaning back from her.
“You’re not the queen in this room, do you understand?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Good. In fact you will refer to me as Miss Queen.”
“Yes, Miss Queen.” She nodded.
You smiled. “Good, I like an obedient pet. Let's take this mask off you. We don’t need it anymore.” You untied the mask and removed it from her. Finally seeing her full face, she was even more beautiful in real life.
You take your time looking at her, this stunning woman in front of you was specifically here for you, for her pleasure.
With this kind of job it was easy for it to get to your head. You have someone paying thousands to specifically spend a night with you, just to fulfill their own sexual needs. But you had learnt from early on that it wasn't just a sex thing, it was almost like a therapy session for your guest, something they needed. Fantasies that society made them feel weird for wanting, so they seeked out their pleasures privately. It was a safe space for you and them, a place where nothing would be used against them. And if you were rich and famous then it was the perfect space for you. And you were there to provide that service for them.
You smiled down at the girl below you, you caught her eyes on your sex, her hazel eyes locked with your own, she looked embarrassed to be caught red handed.
“Like what you see, pretty pet?”
She nodded. “Yes, very much Miss Queen.”
You hummed. “My thighs need some attention, give it to them.”
“Yes, Miss Queen.” Alexia shuffled closer on her knees. She started to place gentle kisses on your skin, your leather boots covered half of your thighs, only giving her lips space closer to your pussy, not that you minded. She began to use her tongue, slowly licking and sucking on your flesh. You leaned back, stroking her hair, watching the girl beneath you. You watched as her tongue darted out, and then her lips would suck. She got closer to your pussy, as she sucked at the crease of where your thigh and leather suit met.
You let out a sigh.“That's good my pretty pet. I can see your pretty mouth can work, I’ll definitely enjoy that later. Stand up”
Alexia stood in front of you, her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly. You stood up right in front of her, even with your heels she had the height leverage, not that it mattered. Not in this room.
“Stay facing the bed. Put your hands up.”
Alexia did what she was told. You grabbed the restraints that were hanging from the top of the beds banister above her head, you secured her wrists to the restraints, keeping her in place. You walked over to your draw of toys, looking specifically for a certain item. You smirked as you found it.
You walked over to her, the accessory in your hand. Her beautiful body was tense, as her muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed from the position. You stepped closer to her, enjoying your view up close. You pressed your body against hers, her own body tensed instantly on feeling you. You were close enough to smell her perfume, it smelt expensive.
“I’m going to give you 10 lashes and the only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is ‘Thank you Miss Queen.’ Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Queen.”
“Good, if you’re a good girl for me, you’ll be rewarded. Does that sound good, my pretty pet?”
“Yes Miss Queen, thank you.”
“Perfect. Let’s begin.” You kissed her shoulder, Your eyes roamed her pretty arse, her perfect pretty arse. Just waiting to be red like her thongs. You brought the black leather paddle board up, and lashed it across her cheeks.
Crack. “Thank you Miss Queen.” She took the first hit well. You brought down the paddle again, watching her arse shake from the impact.
Crack. She hissed out. “Thank you Miss Queen.”
You got to the 8th slap, and her body was shaking, her breathing was hard.
“You are doing so well, you’re such a good pet.”
“Thank you Miss Qu- ahh!….Queen.” Crack. 9th hit.
“Last one. It's a shame, I enjoy watching your pretty arse shake.” You smirked.
It was the last one and your hardest one. Her head flew back, as her body shook from the feeling of your paddle. “T-thank you, Miss queen.”
You knelt down and gave both her cheeks a delicate kiss. Humming as you did. “Thank you, pretty pet. I'm going to have so much fun with your arse.” You peppered her cheeks with your lips. She slightly flinched from the sensation, her arse was more than likely on fire, but she still signed in pleasure.
You took a step back, looking over her red cheeks. “You’re just perfect aren't you? Turn around, let me see you.” Alexia turned her body, now standing in front of you, her face was flushed, her cheeks a cute shade of pink. Her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly, but as pretty as it was it needed to come off.
You took a step closer to her, your face inches from hers. You looked between your bodies smiling. “Thank you for making such an effort for me tonight, pretty pet.” You glided your fingers over her bra, you could feel her erect nipple through the thin fabric.
Alexia suddenly became shy at the compliment, it embarrassed her that you knew she tried to make an effort, buying the outfit specifically for tonight, for you.
You gently cupped her chin like you did earlier. You moved your lips inches from hers, you could see the desperation in her eyes. “Even though you look so pretty in your lingerie, I want to see all of you.”
“Please.” She begged.
You gripped her face tighter. “Are you losing your manners, pet?”
She shook her head as much as she could with your tight grip. “No. Sorry, Miss Queen. I’m sorry.”
You smiled at her, your eyes glazing over her lips. “Good. Don’t upset me.”
You untied her from the restraints and removed her bra from her chest, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts.
“Pretty girl.” You whispered.
You slowly took her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on the perked flesh. Her head tilted back as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Just like she did before, she moved closer to your touch, desperate to feel you. A simple gesture like that made you understand the kind of touch she needed tonight. You moved over to the other side, gently squeezing her tight bud between your teeth, earning you a beautiful moan.
You released her nipples with a wet pop from your lips. “Turn around, get on the bed. I want that pretty arse in the air.”
Alexia got on the bed, shuffling on her knees, just like you told her to. You went back to your draw of toys, looking for the item you had in mind. Once you found the object, you accompanied it with a bottle of lube.
You turned around to see a truly pornagraphic site. Alexia had her arse in the air, her face down on the bed waiting for your next command. You stood behind her, greedily looking over her body. You stroked her thighs, making her jolt at your delicate touch. You moved your hands up to her red thongs and peeled the skimpy fabric down her thighs.
Wow.
The girl was drenched, you watched as her shiny streaks of wetness clung to her lips, as you removed the clothing. You felt your mouth water at the sight, you let out your own appreciative groan. Of all the female footballers that could have been in your room tonight it had to be the one you lusted over the most, the one that you literally pictured in this room many times. Now here she was. All wet and waiting.
Alexia heard your moan, it made her chest swell with pride. It felt like she had done something right for you.
“Look at you, you may have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” You smiled as you took a swipe from her wet lips. You lifted your wet finger to your mouth and smeared her essence on your lips, like she was your own personal lip gloss.
You groaned. “Fuck, she taste pretty too, what a sweet little thing you are.”
Alexia moaned from your words, you could tell the girl was starting to visibly relax.
“I’m going to play with your pretty little arse for a little bit. I have a beautiful red diamond plug that I think will suit you perfectly.”
“Yes, Miss Queen. I’d like that.” her voice trembled.
You had a feeling you knew why Alexia had booked with you, it was always the same. People who booked with you who were always in a leading role, a job that everyone counted on you to make the decisions. The people who got the most blame for a mistake that wasn't even theirs, it was just because they were the main face that they would get the most backlash. And with jobs like that they were always in charge, so coming here was a break, a release from the stress. They didn't get to make any decisions here.
You smirked as you covered the plug generously with lube, but not without covering your fingers too. You slowly started to ease one finger into her tight hole. Her breathing picked up straight away, small moans left her mouth as you got the tip of your finger past her tight muscles. “Such a good girl.”
She moaned at your words. Her back arched as she felt your finger slowly ease depper in, she clearly wasn't a stranger to this, you couldn't help imagine her outside this room and in your own bed training her arse to stretch. After some slow and gentle pushing your knuckle was pressing into her hole. You allowed her to get used to the feeling, ever so slowly moving your finger in and out, stretching her out. Her soft moans were beautiful, you watched as she held onto the bed sheets needing something to hold.
You stroked her back with your free hand. “So good.” She pressed her arse back into you, she was definitely a praise kink kind of girl. Your favourite kind of girl. After a while of manipulating her hole, you slowly removed your finger and began to ease the shiny but plug.
“You’re so good, taking this like a pro. You’ve done this before haven’t you? Hmm? You like your pretty arse played with.”
“Sííí. Sí M-miss Queen.” Alexia groaned.
“I thought so. Such a dirty pet.”
Finally the plug was sitting perfectly between her cheeks. You looked down proudly at your work, a red gem next to her red cheeks. Another shiney substance caught your eye, that’s when you noticed her juices had dribbled halfway down her thighs.
“Oh my poor pretty pet, you've made such a mess of yourself.” You said it with a hint of tease to your voice. “Let me clean you up.”
You got on your knees in front of Alexia’s thighs, you dipped your head closer and ran your tongue up each strong thigh, catching her body's juices. Alexia let out a groan at the feeling of your tongue, cleaning her up. You had tasted many girls in your time but wow, Alexia was something special. You sucked and licked on her skin, you grabbed her cheeks as she began to push backwards, clearly wanting your tongue somewhere else.
“Ohh she's a desperate girl.” Your voice was teasing.
She really was, Alexia had been looking forward to this appointment for months, she found out about this establishment through a friend of a friend, and when she came across your profile she enquired instantly.
You began to kiss up close to her sex, her lips were dripping. You slowly moved closer to where she wanted you most, but teased her with purposefully slow kisses, inch by inch getting closer. You smirked as you heard her breathing getting quicker. Ever so gently you kissed her lips, your own lips topped back up with the beautiful gloss that was Alexia.
A whimper dripped from the girl's mouth, god she was desperate. You could tell she needed this. You kissed her again, this time you pushed your tongue past her lips and into her velvety folds, finally having her on your tongue. You weren't ready for the filthy groan she let out, making your own pussy throb.
You lapped a few times before you began to eat her out properly, your tongue stroking teasingly at her hole, but not once touching her clit. She tried to open her legs further, but her thongs still on her thighs only allowed her so far.
As much as it pained you to do, you pulled away from her. You wanted to have more fun with her before she was allowed to come. But of course she protested when you stopped.
“Please Miss Queen. I’ve been so good.”
Fuck. Alexia begging was music to your ears. “You have been good, so good, but I’m not done playing with you.”
The blonde let out a moan, but before she could even finish your hand smacked her arse. Making her yelp.
“Lay on the bed, on your front now!” You put on your most dominant voice.
The girl couldn't move quicker, she laid on her front waiting for you. You pulled her thongs down off her thighs, freeing her legs. “Put your arms up near your head.” You commanded.
She did as she was told. You grabbed her hands and locked her wrist in the restraints attached to the front of bed. Her naked body laid there waiting for you. The red gem between her cheeks caught your eye as you approached her.
“I’m sorry, Miss Queen. I j-just. Your tongue feels so good.”
You stroked her hair from her neck, you moved closer to her ear, licking the shell as you did. “You wont get my tongue if you carry on being a brat. Is that what you want?”
Panic set in her eyes. “No, no. Please. I’m sorry, Miss Queen. Ho sento molt”
You hadn’t prepared yourself for Alexia speaking in Catalan. You felt yourself becoming wet again, but you gritted your teeth and held down your own hornyness for now. You grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her head up. “Make me angry one more time. I promise you won't like it.”
You released the hold on her hair and walked over to the candles on the side, picking up one in particular. This one had a lip on the side for a certain use. You walked back over, your heels hitting the wooden floor boards with purpose. You climbed on the bed and sat just below Alexias arse.
“Make sure to breathe, baby girl.”
“Yes, Miss Queen.” The Spaniard breathed out.
You tilted the candle slowly on its side and watched as the hot melted red wax dripped over her back, she cried out as the burning liquid came into contact with her skin.
The noises she let out made your own eyes roll back. Alexia was writhing underneath you. The hot sensation of the wax made every nerve in her body scream. It felt like a bolt of electricity had coursed through her skin, she gasped as she felt more drips gather just above her cheeks, the feeling was intoxicating, she could feel her cunt pulsate from the burn.
“I would normally gag my pet but the noises you make are delicious.”
“Graci-gr- ….aghh. Thank you. Th-ank you, Queen.”
Her accent had become thicker, she was clearly struggling to form her words, you loved it. You didn't even care that she messed up. “Hmm, such a good, pretty pet.” You moved the candle away, you watched as the blonde breathed hard beneath you. You climbed off her, putting the candle back on the side.
You went into your dresser to get your next prop. “You ready to be a good girl? Be my good, pretty pet?” You began to remove your corset, the Spaniard's hazel eyes popped open comically as your corset hit the floor, she watched you like a hawk. You were now completely naked other than your thigh high boots. You slinked over to her, she was still trapped by the restraints, unable to move.
“Sí Miss Queen, I want to be your good girl, please.” Her voice was raspy.
You smiled as you stroked her hair, she was such a good submissive, it nearly took your breath away. You began to attach your item in your hand around her neck. She watched you closely, her hazel eyes were dripping with want, she looked at you like she wanted to devour you. As much as she was a sub you could tell she could switch it up. The look she gave you almost made you nervous, almost.
You untied her from her wrist restraints but she was now attached to a new type of restraint. “Come pretty girl. Follow me. I think you deserve a treat.” You smiled devilshy at her, and she smiled back, fuck, this girl was breaking your resolve. You watched as Alexia followed you, you held the lead in your hand that was now attached to her neck. You walked backwards watching her movements. My god what a sight it was.
You walked in front of the lit fireplace, and stood in front of the big black leather chair. A chair fit for a queen. You gently pulled the blonde closer by her lead, just shy of your mouth. You could feel her heavy breathing on your lips. You smirked up at her, her hazel eyes were locked on to your mouth. She truly was beautiful.
You slowly inched impossibly closer to her mouth, your lips millimetres from touching hers. You scraped her hair back gently and slowly attached your lips to hers, kissing her for the first time tonight. You kept it slow, her lips were so delicate and soft. You were exploring her mouth the way you wanted, you gently dipped your tongue past her lips, earning you the cutest groan.
Alexia could kiss, her mouth fit perfectly against yours, both enjoying the feeling of the other. She delicately slipped her tongue in your mouth, you allowed it as it was still the pace you set. Her skilful tongue danced over your own, making you groan. She clearly liked that she was able to pull a noise from you, as she made small muffled noises that made you want to throw her on the bed and fuck her relentlessly.
That's when she forgot her place.
You felt her hand come up to touch your hip slightly squeezing you, just as she decided to push her tongue further, trying to control the kiss. You pulled away, her eyes were still closed as she tried to chase your lips. You chuckled at her neediness, but really you just wanted to give her anything she wanted. Fuck. Get it together.
You pulled her lead again close to your mouth, eyeing her up. “Has someone forgotten who's in charge here?” Before she could answer you pulled her leash harder. She gasped from the jolt. “Because I know for a fucking fact it isnt you.” That knocked her down a peg, but you knew you'd give it to her later. She knew it too.
“I’m sorry, Miss Queen, your mouth is perfecte.”
You pulled the lead, making her pant. “On your knees, pretty pet.” She obeyed and slowly dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes off of you. The glow from the fire illuminated half of her face, causing her hazel eyes to glow a golden colour, making her look even more beautiful. She stared up at you like you were some kind of god, like she was ready to drop any religion she believed in before tonight and worship you instead.
You sat on the leather chair, spreading your legs wide. Her eyes went straight to your core, she saw instantly how wet you were, causing an excited look to flash across her face. Her mouth was slightly parted; you didn't miss the way her tongue darted out, wetting her kiss swollen lips. You let out a deep sigh as you leaned back into the seat, making yourself comfy, your cocky bravado on full show. You lent your hand under your chin, a devilish smile plastered your face. You looked at the girl sitting in front of you, she was a completely different girl from the one who walked in this room tonight. There were no nerves in sight, no more tense muscles, and you hadnt even fucked her yet. You gently pulled the lead to get her attention, as she was still unashamedly gazing at your wet lips.
“Are you ready for your treat, pretty girl?”
She nodded quickly. “Sí, sí. Please Miss Queen, I’m ready.”
You smirked. “Good. You’ve made me a bit of a mess. Come and clean me up.”
She shuffled closer to you on her hands and knees, you placed your heel on her back to rest and to remind her who was in charge. You jerked the lead just before she could inch any closer to you.
“Do not stop until I tell you to.”
“Sí, Miss Queen.” Her voice was desperate.
“Clean me up.”
She began to kiss up your thigh, but made quick work of it, clearly impatient as her tongue was on your clit a lot quicker than you wanted. You yanked the leash, moving her away from you.
“Do not rush. Do not make me warn you again, or you'll be tied up and spanked until you can no longer feel your skin. Do you understand?”
She bit her lip in remorse, and once again it nearly made you slip, this girl was driving you crazy and you had a feeling she knew it too. “Ho sento, Miss Queen.” She kissed your thigh gently.
“Good, get back to it. Make sure to swallow, don’t waste a drop.” You pulled her closer by the leash, not giving her time to respond. This time her lips were slow on your thighs, licking and sucking gently. She took small bites on your flesh, making you grit your teeth. “Good girl.” You rewarded her. Her golden eyes looked up at you, clearly happy to be praised again. She kept her eyes glued to yours as her tongue finally made contact with your wet lips. You made a point not to react, she was going to have to work for this. You didn’t want her to get any more cocky than she already was.
Did it annoy Alexia? Yes. She knew she was good with her tongue, actually if she was being honest she was amazing with her tongue. When she saw you didn't even flinch it jarred her, she didn't really know why but she wanted to prove herself to you, but she didn't mind putting on a show for you. She dipped her tongue into your cunt and up your folds, soaking her tongue in your juices, she leaned slightly back so you could see just how wet you were.
You watched as your shiny wet streaks clung from her tongue to your core, she looked at you as she greedily licked your arousal into her mouth and swollowed. Fuck, this was going ot be hard. She got to work on pleasuring you, lapping her tongue through your velvet folds, her eyes closed in concentration, slurping and swallowing your juices. The sight before you was breathtaking, you had Alexia Putellas on her hands and knees eating you out like she had a point to prove.
The fire's flames licked over her body, her olive skin was glowing from the small blaze. She moved her tongue higher, you couldn't hold the moans any longer as her talented tongue toyed with your clit. You brought your hand into her blonde hair, pushing her head closer. She groaned from the touch, happy to feel your contact.
“Quite a talented mouth you have on you. You feel so good, pretty pet.” You praised her.
You pushed her further into your pussy, she was building you up quicker then you normally would like, but a part of you didnt care, she felt too good, and she was definitely making a point. She sucked gently on your swollen bundle of nerves, your hand in her hair getting tighter as she sucked and licked. You could feel the coil in the bottom of your stomach start to build. Your moans only pushed Alexia further, wanting so badly to make you come. As your pleasure built you heard a small noise come from the girl below you, she started to fucking whimper as she suckled on your erect clit. You looked down at her, her eyes were closed as her head bobbed up and down between your legs.
“You’re such a good, pretty pet. I’m going to come in your pretty mouth. S-so good. So fucking good.” You rasped out.
Her noises alone made your hips start to move, you began to push into her mouth, she had the most perfect suction on your bundle of nerves. You pulled on her leash to get her closer, her whimpering getting louder as your hips moved against her tongue. The heated wave of your orgasm rushed through your body, you grabbed her head, needing her to stay exactly where she was, you pushed her impossibly closer as she sucked on your clit. Her name was on the tip of your tongue, as you shakily whimpered out, but you were able to hold it down.
Alexia was in heaven, she felt your juices seep out and coat her tongue. She swallowed you down like you told her to, her own head swelled at seeing you so out of breath. She stayed on her hands and knees, lapping you up. You were sensitive but you allowed her to stay on, you watched her tongue lick between your folds, it wasn't long before she coaxed another orgasm out of you, making you completely fall apart.
You let out a shaky breath as you moved her head away. You hated to admit it but no one had ever made you come like her, most of the time your guest wasn't even able to make you come, let alone twice. You watched as the blonde sat on her heels, her mouth was smeared with your essence, she smiled up at you, clearly happy with herself.
You chuckled. “Wow. Not just talented on the pitch then are you.”
You saw the glint flash in her eyes at the praise, she broke out in a genuine smile, a smile that melted your insides, fuck sake. You would only praise her from now on if that's how she reacted. But you still had to remind her who was boss.
“Come pretty girl, unzip my boots.”
Alexia unzipped your boots, pulling them off you and placing them to the side.
“Up.” You snapped.
You both stood up, you were glad to be out of your heels as your legs felt like jelly as you stood.
“Come pretty pet.” You pulled on the leash and Alexia followed.
You snapped your fingers, pointing to the middle of the bed. “On your back, arms up.”
Alexia did what she was told and climbed on top of the bed with her arms up.
You heard a small gasp come from the girl. “A mirror?” She smirked.
You had a large mirror placed under the roof of the bed, so your guest had a view from the angle on their back.
You smiled. “Best view in the house.”
You attached her wrist to the restraints on the bed, making sure they were tight. You could feel her eyes watching your every move. You untied the leash around her neck, you wrapped your fingers gently around her neck and squeezed her throat, earning you a whimper.
“Hmm, I love the sounds you make.” You gently squeezed again.
She moved forward trying to connect her lips to yours, and you gave in, gently kissing her. If that’s what she wanted then that’s what she would get.
The Spaniard was giddy, you could see she was excited. And so was you. You walked over to your drawer of goodies and grabbed the harness you wanted, you slipped it on with the 8 inch dark navy dick attached to it. Alexia was staring at you, her muscular thighs were already rubbing together.
“Is someone desperate?” You teased.
“Sí, Miss Queen. I-I need you.”
“You need me? Hmm, la Reina needs me?”
“Sí, so bad. My queen.”
“Hmm I like that.” You chuckled.
You covered the strap with lube, and made your way over to the bed. You sat kneeled at Alexia's legs that were closed.
You eyed her up. “Open.”
She almost looked hesitant to do it, but she did, she shakily opened her legs and you nearly forgot how to speak. She was dripping wet. You felt your core tighten just at the sight. The red diamante plug was covered in her wetness, what a sight to see.
You smirked deviously.. You pushed her legs open wider. “You’re a messy kind of girl aren’t you?”
“I-I don’t normally. I’ve never been this wet before.” She said it so quietly it nearly broke your heart.
You rubbed her thighs soothingly “That's okay my pretty girl. It’s exactly how I want you.”
She smiled, letting out air that was stuck in her lungs.
You moved your hand to her soaking wet entrance and circled her clit.
“Merda.” She husked out.
You watched her face as you ran your fingers through her folds, just feeling her, remembering her, she moaned and wiggled under your touch. Then without warning you pushed two fingers inside her. The groan she let out made your pussy clench. She closed her eyes, her mouth gaped open from the sudden intrusion. You allowed her to get used to you before stroking your fingers in and out.
You slowly rubbed your thumb on her erect clit, causing the blonde to tense on your fingers, you could feel her walls already starting to shake. You dipped your head and replaced your thumb with your mouth, wrapping your lips around her swollen pink head.
Alexia’s moan was pornagraphic, her hips came off the mattress, her back arched as you suckled on her.
“Please, déu mio.” Her eyes were screwed shut as she begged. You moved your fingers harder in her, making sure to hit that beautiful g spot of hers. Your tongue eagerly lapped at her clit, flicking it, pushing her closer. Her wetness was seeping into your mouth, almost making it hard to breathe, you swallowed as you sucked, making sure she could hear your throat gulp her juices down.
It didn’t take long before her body started to completely shake, she pulled her arms on the restraints, wanting so badly to touch you. She would normally have some kind of control when a girl was in between her legs. She felt her muscles tighten as her body tipped over the edge, she came hard, she cried out as her body rutted against your mouth.
You kept your mouth on her until it was too much, she faintly cried out. “I can’t take anymore.” You reluctantly moved your head away, kissing her thighs on the way up. You sat up, your mouth gleaming with her essence. You lined yourself up to her entrance, one hand on her thigh, one hand holding the 8 inch appendage. You started to tease her entrance.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“What do you want from me, pretty pet?”
“To fuck me, hard.” She huffed.
“Hmm I don’t know if you can take it.” Your voice was teasing.
“I can take it.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.
“Hmm, but do you deserve it?”
“Yes. I’ve been so good. Please.” God she was desperate
“You’re so needy aren't you? Such a needy pretty girl.”
“Sí. I need you so bad.” Her voice was straining now.
“Tonight this pussy is mine, got it?” You circled her clit gently.
“S-sí, it's yours.” She moaned.
“You are mine, isn't that right pretty pet?”
“Sí, I'm all yours. All y-yours, I belong to you.” She husked out. Her eyes were full of lust, her face and cheeks blushing red, her hair was a slight mess. She looked perfect. “Please amore.”
You smiled at the term of endearment. “Only because you asked so nicely “Ready?”
“Sí, please. Sí us plau fot-me.”
You slowly pushed the head of the dick into her core, watching it enter her inch by inch. She started to let out small gasps as the girthy dick stretched her out, it almost felt too much, the air felt cold as it left her lungs.
“Breath, baby girl.” You didn't move, you were only half way in but you allowed her to get used to the thickness of you. You watched her take a few deep breaths, and her body relaxed. She lifted her hips for you to keep going. You squeezed her thighs as you began to push deeper, her whimpers were errotic, the noises this girl made were something you wish you could have heard every damn day.
You slowly began to pump your hips, you were kneeling between her legs, able to watch and move at the pace you wanted. You couldn't stop staring as you sunk in and out of her, her pussy swallowing each thrust. You began to move faster, her moans becoming louder as you stretched her out.
You placed your hands on the back of her thighs for support as you started to really fuck her. The sounds of her moaning and wet pussy were filling the room. You pushed her legs further to her chest and began to move your hips at a relentless speed. She tried to moan but no sound came out, your hips were moving like they were on speed.
“Perfect girl. So perfect. Taking my dick so well.”
Alexia just had to lay there and take the rough pounding you gave her, watching you fuck her in the mirror above, her hands were still restrained above her head. She tried to respond but she was a mess of filthy moans. Her face was pure bliss as you hit deep in her tight walls, pushing her body deep into the mattress below, as you pressed your body into hers.
You were close to her face now, you kissed her roughly, she was just about able to form a kiss, you sucked on her lower lip and sunk your teeth into her plump flesh, causing her to whimper. You let go of one of her legs and moved your hand to her throat, wrapping your fingers around her neck. You squeezed with just enough pressure to hear her moan slip into a broken cry.
You could have stayed like this all night, if her body would allow it, just watching her face as she was fucked by you, you could feel your clit throbing from the site. You kept your pace up for a while, you felt your body start to sweat, making both your skin stick, the fire in the room was definitely keeping you warm.
That's when you felt her legs begging to shake, she wrapped them around your waist pulling you deeper, her moans became high, her head flung back into the pillow. You leaned into her ear.
“That's it, pretty girl, let that pretty pussy come over my dick. You’ve been so good, taking me so well.”
You thrusted faster, you grabbed her face and kissed her, her whimpers vibrated on your lips, her eyes were shut as her body started to rut. “Estic venint!” You were glad you knew enough Catalan to understand that was a good thing. Her body shook as she came, you kissed her as her body became dead weight. You dropped her legs and gently pulled out of her. You wanted her in a new position, not caring about her protests.
“Turn around.”
Before she could even move you moved her body for her, you brought her hips up in the air, putting her on her knees. The ruby coloured plug was still in place. You didn't wait around, you sunk your dick inside her, right until your thighs were slotted with hers.
Alexia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pressure from the plug in this position was a whole different feeling, she could feel your dick pressing against the plug between her walls, the pressure was amazing. She didn’t have time to get used to it, you began to fuck her hard.
You pushed her head down as your hips slapped her cheeks on every thrust, you thought you’d heard her moan before, but nothing compared to this. She gripped the bed sheets as you went to town, her moaning made your own eyes roll. You stole a glance upwards at the mirror above, you watched her cheeks slap roughly against your thighs, your clit was rubbing perfectly against the base of the strap. You looked down at the ruby plug sparkling between her cheeks, your eyes then panned to the blue dildo, working in and out of her pussy. You smirked to yourself, they were the colours of Barcelona's kit.
Alexia was mumbling and moaning in the bed sheets below, you could make out some words, most of it in Catalan, swearing and gibberish. You pushed deeper, feeling a perfect spot for your clit, you could feel the warm pressure in your stomach begin to rise, but Alexia was already close. Her legs began to shake again, her moaning becoming high pitched.
“No baby, wait for me.” You demanded.
“I-I can’t” She groaned.
You slapped her arse hard. “You will.”
But it was too late, Alexia tried when she heard you but the slap of the arse may have been the thing to push her. She came hard around your dick, her choked moaning was loud, her throat would definitely hurt tomorrow. She realised what she did, apologising instantly.
“I’m, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to I - merdaaa!”
You started to thrust again, not caring about how sensitive she was, she disobeyed you, she would have to wait for you to come now.
“You’re going to take it until I come. Do you hear me?” Your voice was harsh.
“Sí, sí I’m sorry.”
Your hips went at a back breaking pace. Alexia started to moan, her body was in complete overdrive. You pushed her closer to the head board, where her restraints were attached, and pulled her body up so her back was against your front. You sunk your teeth into her neck as you fucked her, the wet noises coming from her pussy were filthy. She whimpered at the pleasurable pain from your teeth and your dick thrusting into her. She was so sensitive, it was a lot, her whole body was vibrating, thrumming from the pressure between her legs.
She gritted her teeth as you used her body to come. She knew she could say the safe word and you would immediately stop but it turned her on knowing she was being used in this way. And yeah, that she maybe disobeyed your orders on purpose to be a brat, so what.
You pulled her right up against your body, you grabbed her throat holding her neck giving you full access. You began to suck and bite on her pulse points, feeling her heartbeat thump under your tongue. Your hips never stopped, her whimpers and cries were right in your ear, pushing you to the edge.
“So good. Your moans are so fucking good.”
She couldn't respond Alexia was teetering on her 3rd orgasm of the night, and you were right behind her (literally) You felt her legs shake, you pushed your fingers on her clit, rubbing her at a furious rate. You pushed her down at the head board to grab. You leaned into her putting the pressure you needed on your clit. You felt the rush of your pleasure sweep through your body as you came against the strap, you grinded against her pushing your orgasm right to the edge. Your fingers stopped on Alexia as you caught your breath.
“Please, please don’t stop.” Alexia begged.
You chuckled roughly into her ear, making her shiver. “You are such a good girl, such a good pretty girl.”
You picked the pace back up and rubbed on her erect, sensitive clit, you brought her back up against your chest, both your bodies were slick with sweat, it didn't take long before she started to scream, she threw her head back, you captured her lips in a fierce kiss. That's when you felt a gush of water splash against your legs, Alexia had squirted all over your dick. This night was only getting better.
“M-merda.” She was completely out of breath.
You laughed softly, gathering her hair in one hand and blowing air on her sweaty neck. You both just stayed there catching your breath.
“I’m going to pull out okay?”
“Sí, slowly please.”
“Of course.” You kissed her shoulder as you gently pulled out. You climbed off the bed and unlocked the Spaniard from the restraints. She fell to the mattress, clearly exhausted from your activities. It made you smile. You walked into the onsweet bathroom and started to run a bath. You put plenty of lavender soak in to make it bubbly, and started to light the candles that sat alongside the bath. You came back in to see Alexias hooded eyes looking at you, a satisfied smile plastered her face.
“Looks like my pretty pet is all fucked out.” You smiled playfully.
She let out a throaty laugh. “Hmm, no. I think you are.”
Your smirk was sadistic. “No honey, why do you think you still have the plug in?”
Before Alexia could respond you grabbed her by the legs and turned her arse to the edge of the bed. You knelt to your knees and started to suck on her clit. She cried out her hands grabbing the sheets, too scared to touch you in case you stopped. Her body was so sensitive she was already guiding towards her 4th orgasm, you pushed two fingers into her core, at a fast rate. The blonde let out a throaty moan from the pace. You brought your other hand to her arse and began to push the plug in and out of her whole. That's when her hand did find your hair. But you allowed it.
You felt her legs start to shake, you sucked and licked at her very swollen, very sensitive clit, your fingers still thrusting deep inside her cunt. That familiar sound of her whimpers started to drip from her mouth, those sweet beautiful sounds. She pushed your head down further into her. That's when you felt her pussy pulsate around your finger and at the same time you pulled the plug out of her arse. The Spaniard let out a deep throaty scream you hadn't heard tonight as she came completely undone, giving her a whole different kind of sensation.
Her chest heaved heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, you kissed her thighs as you came up from her between her legs. You got back on your feet looking down at the girl, smirking at the mess you made of her. You wiped your thumb across your lips, gathering her wetness, her eyes were on you now. You sucked her wetness off your thumb and winked.
“You may be my new favourite flavour.”
Alexia's mouth gaped open, she groaned as she covered her eyes and laughed. Her laugh was rough, probably from all the screaming she had done tonight.
You quickly checked the bath and it was the perfect height, you turned the taps off and made your way back to Alexia.
“Follow me.” You put your hand out for her to take and she eagerly did. You guided her to the bathroom on her jelly like legs and helped her into the hot tub. You tied her hair into a bun, and showed her where everything was, if she needed it.
“Just relax okay, I’m just going to get this room sorted, do you need anything? I’ll get us some water, but would you like anything specific?”
She looked to be thinking. “No, I’m good. Water is fine. Gracias.” She smiled. Her voice was hoarse.
You nodded and smiled, you closed the door and called the number for room service.
“....Thank you, yeah erm, let's have a selection please, great, thanks chef.”
The cleaners came and changed the sheets at a rapid speed. Once they were done you thanked them and returned to Alexia.
“Hello pretty pet, how are we doing?” You smiled at her.
This was also part of the package, the after care. It was just as important as the sex side of things, it could sometimes get rough in the sheets and the body and mind sometimes had a habit of going into a weird kind of emotional shock if not properly looked after.
You helped her wash her body and helped her out of the bath. You wrapped her up in a warm fluffy towel and walked her back into the room. “There's fresh pjs on the bed. You don't have to wear them.” You winked, and she giggled. Fuck. You felt your knees go weak. You continued. “Fresh water is just on the table. Relax and make yourself comfortable. You kissed her forehead. “I’m going to take a shower and once I'm done I have a special cream for your arse that I’m going to apply.”
“Okay, thank you Miss Queen.” She smiled with teeth. What a completely different girl.
Once you were done you wrapped yourself in your robe and came back to the room. Alexia was watching TV laying on the bed completely naked.
“No pjs for you?” You smirked playfully. “Would you like a preference for me?”
“Oh erm, no, whatever you’re comfortable with. But I do like you naked.” She smiled shyly.
Just before you could answer, room service was at the door. You opened only enough to take the tray from the toy butler.
You turned around with a silver tray with a variation of ice cream. Alexia looked over and smiled.
“What's this?”
“For your throat, it helps trust me.”
The smile that spread across her face was breathtaking. “Gracias. Thank you so much.” She beamed.
“That's okay. I asked for a couple of flavours, as I wasn’t sure, but if these aren't what you like I can ask for whatever you want.”
“No this is perfect, thank you, Miss queen.”
You both ate ice cream naked, while you watched ‘The office’ on netflix, a completely different atmosphere settled in the room. Once you were done you left the bowls outside.
“On your front, let me cream that perfect arse.”
Alexia laughed and did what she was told. You gently applied the cream to her cheeks, it was a cream to make sure the blisters would heal. The blonde was close to falling asleep, yawning as you creamed. You laced kisses up from her cheeks up to her neck.
“Done. Are you ready for bed, pretty pet?”
She smiled with sleepy eyes. “Sí, thank you for that. It feels good.”
You got into bed and before you could ask, Alexia threw herself into your chest, laying her head just under your neck. You instantly held her closer, you could feel her warm breath on your skin, making you shiver.
“Is this okay?” She asked, her voice almost sounded worried.
“Definitely.” You kissed the top of her head. Both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
The clock alarm went off the next morning, pulling you from your deep sleep. Alexia started to stir before you could turn it off. You had 3 hours left with the girl, it made your heart break a little. The blonde made a cute but very sexy groan as she stretched her body, she nuzzled her nose and lips into your neck. “Nu vull.” Her morning voice was raspy.
You laughed at the childlike version of Alexia. You kissed her head as you pulled her closer. You stayed there for a couple of minutes, stroking her back, feeling her soft skin under your fingertips. She let out a deep sigh as she moved her hips a little into your thigh that was between her own. You pushed your thigh deeper into her and to no surprise you were met with wetness. You smirked as you pushed deeper, making Alexia groan.
“Is my pretty pet wet for me already?”
Her sleepy smile gave you butterflies that you knew had no right being there.
“Sí” She grinded her hips harder on your leg, making a point.
You started to kiss her neck, making sure to kiss every spot, she smiled as she felt your lips press against her skin. You pushed her gently on her back and started to move down her body, you sucked and licked at her olive skin, you could smell the lavender on her skin from the bubble bath. You kissed at her nipples that were still soft, clearly not as awake as Alexia's other regions. You sucked the soft flesh into your warm mouth, you couldn't help but moan as you felt the nub begin to perk under your tongue. Alexia watched you as you worshiped her body, you sank further down in between her legs, her lips glistened with her morning arousal, it made your mouth water, you could feel your own wetness begin to pool between your legs from the sight alone.
You gently ran your tongue between her wet lips, Alexia groaned above you, her body waking up to the feeling of you. You were slow with it, just taking in her body, her flavour, her sounds, the way she bit her bottom lip when you sucked her in a certain way, the crease between her brows when you pushed your tongue inside her, lapping and drinking her down. Her hands laced your hair, you couldn't stop her, not when she looked so good, you also wanted her to do what she wanted, if this was the way she wanted things to go then you wouldn't stop her.
She slowly began to move her hips, pushing herself deeping into your tongue. Her morning voice mixed with a ragged throat from last night made her moans sound rough. “La teva boca és perfecta.” She whispered, you watched her as your mouth worked against her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, just feeling you eat her out, she didn't mind that you were taking it slow, she loved the thought of you just being there, she was in heaven. A new wave of wetness dripped into your mouth every so often, you could hear how wet she was as you lapped at her folds. You gently wrapped your lips around her soft clit, sucking the nub into your mouth.
Her fingers laced your hair, pulling you closer, she began to make the cute little whimpers she did ash she got close. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She begged.
You didn't dare stop. You allowed her to gently fuck your face as she came in your mouth. She let out a deep groan as her legs clamped around your head. You stayed between her legs for most of the morning, sucking on her clit until she came 2 more times. When you finally released her she looked spent. Her face was a picture of bliss.
You ordered room service for some actual breakfast, even though you wished eating pussy classed as a meal it wasn’t sustainable. You both sat out on the balcony of your room, in your robes as you ate your breakfast. You spoke about her upcoming match, in a week. Sometimes you dreaded these mornings with the women, they could sometimes be awkward, no matter how hard you tried, but it wasn't like that with Alexia, she was completely at ease.
She even asked about your work, only one other guest asked about it before, no one ever asked, it was like they became weird at the fact that they paid for this service, but didn’t mind when you was fucking them an hour before. Alexia looked to be deep in thought when you spoke about it, she asked so many questions and you didn't mind answering.
“So no sex with men?” She asked.
“Nope. Just punishment, name calling, make them clean my room. Things like that.” You drank your oj.
“I see, this is good, no? They pay you, but they clean.” She giggled at her own joke.
You couldn't help but laugh at her, she was a completely different person from what you saw in the media, she was funny, gentle and a complete softy.
“I want to ride you.” She smirked into her glass as she said it.
But clearly she still had the confidence to take over a room.
“You’re going to suck it first.” You winked.
10 minutes later you found yourself on your back with the goddess that she was, riding your dick, she moaned as she fucked herself. Once again it wasn’t rushed, her hips moved slowly on you. You pinched at her nipples as she whimpered at the sensation, her eyes never left yours, it felt like you were making love to her. It was different but it was nice, it was what she needed. You circled her clit gently, teasing her, you made her beg for it. You reminded her who she belonged to. You told her she had to think of you when she touched herself, to remind her that her pussy was yours.
She came with a low groan, her throat sounded like it couldn't take anymore, her back arched, her head tilted back. You kissed her chest as she came down from her high. She helped you take the harness off and before you knew it her head was between your legs, you clit in between her lips. Just like you did, she was slow, painfully slow, you could feel her tongue exploring every crease of you. You came embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t help it, Alexia had put some kind of spell on you. The second time wasn't so fast, her three fingers in you made you crumble beneath her, she kissed your mouth as you came, making you whimper into her lips.
Your time with her was coming to an end, you called room service to bring up her bags. You both showered, together of course. You couldn't help but find your hands between her legs once more, pinning her to the shower wall as your fingers fucked her roughly. Her moaning bouncing in the tiled room sounded even better.
You were both dressed now, you held her hands kissing her knuckles, you couldn't believe how quick the time had gone with her.
“I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for everything.” The blonde smiled shyly.
“You’re more than welcome. I’ve had a lot of fun with you.” You smirked.
“I don’t know if you would want to but I have some spare tickets for my gam -, No sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I - I - erh,”
You stopped her with a kiss. “I'd like that actually.”
Her eyes lit up. “Yeah?” Her cheeks blushed for a whole other reason.
“Yeah, you can get my details off the team. I’ll let them know I’m okay with it.” You smiled.
“Okay, great. I can't wait.” She kissed your cheek.
“Yeah, Lucy Bronze is my favourite, I can't wait to see her.” You smirked.
She gave you a fake laugh and rolled her eyes. Smiling as she nudged you away. “Ha ha! So funny.”
What was happening to you? You never allowed this but Alexia was something else, someone completely different, you genuinely liked the girl.
“Good bye, my Queen” Alexia kissed your lips.
You pulled back “Good bye la meva Reina.”
You opened the door, one of the ‘toys’ was waiting outside to accompany Alexia out. You said your final goodbyes and watched the Spaniard leave. A weird feeling sat in your stomach, you had never felt like this before, but a weird empty space had overtaken you. The only thing you could hope was that she didn't chicken out wanting to see you next week.
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A couple days had passed and you hadn't gotten anything from the girl you assumed she didn't do it, or she changed her mind. Until one evening you heard a notification on your phone. You smiled as you read it.
‘Link Attachment - Tickets, VIP access for Barcelona grounds.’
Alexia - Sorry it took a while, my team hadn't sent it over. I hope you can still make it x
You - I was starting to think I’d have to watch it from home lol. Thank you, I can't wait x
Alexia - ahaha, no! I got you amazing seats. How have you been? X
You spoke throughout the night, you couldn't get over the way Alexia made you feel. There was a connection you had with her that felt so natural, butterflies fluttered in your stomach for the next week, until you were face to face with La Reina again.
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Picking the right door is quite possibly the main component to think about while considering compelling border access and security in your home in Corona, CA. Gates are a fundamental piece of the framework outlining your property. As well as looking great and mixing in with the current environmental factors, it should likewise convey most extreme usefulness. For some individuals in Corona, CA., considering interest in a gate, wood is an engaging choice for various reasons. Here are a few benefits of using wooden gates.
Inexpensive
Wooden gates are the least expensive choice to source and introduce. You might pile up development costs during the establishment cycle, however this is probably going to be considerably less when contrasted with metal other options. The expense of wood shifts relying upon the sort picked however it will in general offer the most reasonable other options. By introducing wooden gates, you can reduce expenses and let loose cash. Cost-viability is the reason wooden gates are in many cases a best option choice for those on a limited financial plan. Wooden gates likewise come in vast setups and plans in any event, permitting land owners in Corona, CA., to introduce completely encased gates, would it be a good idea for them to require, which offers more prominent protection and subsequently more prominent protection from gatecrashers.
Strong And Resistant To Damage
Many individuals in Corona, CA., imagine that wood is a powerless material. Be that as it may, many safeguards during the Middle Ages were produced using wood and they needed to shield individuals against weapons produced using iron and steel. How could they decide to fabricate a safeguard out of a 'frail material'? The truth is that wood isn't powerless. Wood is a truly solid material and your entryway will remain steadfast against the power of the components. However long you ensure that you give it the right defensive treatment.
Privacy
Alongside security, wooden gates can likewise offer complete protection for your premises. On the off chance that you have significant merchandise or passages you would prefer to keep out of the reasonable sight of bystanders, a wooden gate can undoubtedly shape a tight boundary where required. Wooden gates can conveniently plug holes between dividers, so on the off chance that there is a reasonable view into your property in Corona, CA., - from the side, back or front - a wooden gated can be introduced to quit for the day edge of the structure without taking a gander at all unattractive.
Easy to Repair
Not at all like metal gates, wooden gates can be fixed moderately rapidly and efficiently assuming harm is spotted early. They don't need a tough support and upkeep standard, simply a normal sound judgment border check, say one time each month. If your wooden gates in your home in Corona, CA., succumbs to the components or has been primarily compromised because of slow mileage, lumber, being a simple material to form, is moderately economical to fix and supplant.
Environmentally Friendly
Contrasted with metal and plastic, wood is a vastly improved choice for the climate here in Corona, CA., yet for the entire world. With the ongoing worries in regards to environmental change, we really must all do our digit to make the world as sustainable as could be expected.
With regards to safeguarding and getting to your property in Corona, CA., which gate you pick is without a doubt one of the main choices you want to make. Wooden gates can offer incredible insurance. They give a hotter, more normal looking choice and can frequently work on a perspective after some time. Likewise, with such an extensive variety of plan and style to browse, you are ensured to track down wooden gates to suit your singular necessities as well as your spending plan. At Advance Iron Concepts in Corona, CA., our experts will surpass your assumptions like clockwork. Whether you're thinking about an exquisite wood door or a more creative plan piece.
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Hi everyone, this is the surprise I've been working on! It's actually a collaboration with the lovely @swordcreature where we gave the other person a soulmate AU and a character to write a vaguely 1,000 word fanfic on. My prompt was 'you see visions of your soulmates life through your dreams' with my forge hubby Dammon. If you'd like to see what prompt I gave (for a different tiefling bachelor 👀) then you should go check out Worms blog ;)
Overall this collab has been so much fun, we've had a great time chatting behind the scenes with me teaching a little local slang and I hope you guys enjoy reading what's resulted from our shared love of soulmate AUs! Thank you so much for working on this with me Courtney, and I hope everyone enjoys!!
Of blacksmiths and thimbles (soulmate AU)
The dreams had always been there. Your Mother assured you they were normal, good even, that you should enjoy them. Every night you stepped into the world of someone else, someone with red-orange hands that reached up towards their own Mother. Those hands belonged to your soulmate. You watched each night as they grew up alongside you, playing with similar wooden toys, eating strange food, living somewhere that wasn't Baldurs Gate. Soon however, you learned to stop telling people of your dreams, unsure why so many people had to force smiles when you'd talk about what you knew of your soulmate.
It was when you turned ten that the dreams changed. Your own life had altered significantly, and you knew your soulmate would be seeing you learn to tailor, watch as your pinpricked hands hemmed pretty skirts and dresses. After work, every night, you'd watch him learn to forge. You could almost feel the heat of the fires glow on your skin, overwhelmed by the clang and clatter of the men hammering out metal platters and ploughshares. You knew nothing of your fated love than his hands and his skill in craftsmanship. Though, this wasn't the last time your dreams would change.
Soon you'd have nightmares each night, watching as an entire city was dragged down to the hells below you. Soon the lovely hands you grew to admire switched from crafting farming implements to weaponry. The forges grew larger, hotter, much more fierce. As you grew in your own craft, moving from hemming to pattern making to custom fitting boned bodices in silk dresses, you watched your soulmates life fall apart each and every night. Needles found your skin despite your thimble, your eyelids drooping while working, so tired from worry for a man you've never actually met.
It was then that you learned his name. Dammon. The tiefling you were destined for, stuck in Elturel. You heard the name called across the hectic forge, hands stopping their work as the man looks towards the call, your own dream ending right afterwards. It's no surprise you grasp at any news of Elturel that makes it's way into the Gates Mouth Gazette, much to the growing curiosity of your fellow tailors.
You watched on as he was cast from his home, joining a group of others who all found themselves driven from the only city they'd ever known. By day you were an up and coming tailor, by night you watched tiefling refugees try desperately to survive. It was months of near torture, and you were sure this Dammon thought you overly privileged, living in your parents home and sewing pretty dresses for a pay cheque. A vast difference from his own existence.
Slowly, he makes his way closer to Baldurs Gate. Closer to you. By now watching his escapades was a nightly adventure, but your work called each and every day. Clients of renown, endless comissions and repairs, the replacement of even your most trusty tools. It only took you losing your thimble, the small tool nowhere to be seen, encouraging you to venture to a blacksmith.
Blacksmiths in Baldurs Gate were bleak, rude, or downright incompetent. You trudged through the crowded streets, dodging refugees and steel watchers alike, before stumbling on a new blacksmith's forge. It was a gorgeous open air shop, with a large clear sign. 'The Forge of the Nine'. Worth a shot, you decided while climbing the cracked stone staircase.
Honing a blade on the whetstone was a tiefling, somewhat tall and very broad, his skin an oddly familiar red-orange. Small stones grind under your feet as you see the blacksmith perk up, ears lifting and a smile on his handsome face. "Oh, just a minute!" He calls out, voice soothing as he places the sword off on a random bench. Hands pat over his apron, wiping off any residue as he walks over to you. "Welcome to the Forge of the Nine, what can I do for you? A dagger, maybe? Or a bow?"
You let out a chuckle at his assumptions, it seems you've found another forge that can't meet your needs. If only you could find your soulmate, a proper blacksmith on demand would be so very useful. "Nothing quite so aggressive. I need a new thimble actually, for tailoring?" You ask, wondering if he'll be like the last blacksmith who made one almost the size of a cup by mistake. It seems you don't need to worry however, as his eyes light up in recognition and his smile relaxes into an easy grin.
"A tailor?" He questions, motioning for you to follow him further into his forge. "Interesting... Well, you have nothing to worry about, I have a few thimbles here I've already made." His voice picks up at the end, body turned away from you as he pulls out a small, ornamental box that rattles with thimbles and stacks of finely crafted sewing needles. "Pick what you'd like."
You peer at the shining metal, delicately picking up a gleaming thimble, the loveliest one you've ever seen from a blacksmith. "It seems odd, to have a stack of such nice sewing supplies premade. Most blacksmiths hardly know a thimble from a goblet.“ You chuckle, trying the thimbles size.
"Ah well, I've spent a lot of time watching them be used." The tiefling responds almost hesitantly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. As he sees your confused expression, he explains further. "My soulmate, I believe they're a tailor. I've watched them sew in my dreams since they were young."
It's then that things click in your head, only one word able to leave your lips. "Dammon...?" Bright blue eyes light up as soon as you say it, all the air leaving your chest as you look at the man you've been thinking about for years. Dammons lips part slightly, closing again, a hand reaching out for you that you take instantly.
"It can't be... It's you?" He murmurs, seemingly not quite able to believe it. It's not long before a small laugh leaves you, your thumb running over his calloused hand as you pull him closer.
"Always has been." You respond, quickly being pulled into a hug you can't help but reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him. Like most tieflings, he's endlessly warm, but the difference is how his body seems to engulf yours. The smell of smoke and iron heavy on him as it surrounds you like a blanket. Finally, your soulmate, safe in your arms.
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𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas is just around the corner and Sherlock has left his holiday shopping to the very last minute! While he dashes for a quick gift for John, he runs into a stranger, and though he's quick to slight her, he's soon humbled by her kindness. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.
I just tossed Sherlock into a Hallmark movie. Did I mention there's mistletoe involved?
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“That’ll be ten quid, sir.”
Sherlock dug through his wallet and handed the cabbie twenty instead. “Keep the change.”
The cabbie dipped his flat cap and smiled. “Much obliged. Happy holidays, sir.”
“And the same to you.” Sherlock ducked out of the vehicle and pulled his collar up against the cold. Night was setting in and stray flurries had begun to gather. He quietly cursed himself for leaving his Christmas shopping for the last minute.
Sherlock rushed through the car park wracking his brain for a gift for John. He joined a mass of people clustered at the shopping centre’s entrance and squeezed himself inside. Hundreds of shoppers darted between stores, the foot traffic so heavy, there was scarcely room to breathe. Sherlock scanned the crowd incredulously. “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good cheer,” he muttered, already feeling his head begin to ache.
He took a step forwards, bracing himself, when he suddenly felt a push from behind. Sherlock turned abruptly, his eyes dark. “Do you mind?” he spat. A young woman stared back at him.
“I’m so sorry, I slipped.” She ducked down and retrieved something from the ground. “You dropped this,” she said, placing it carefully in his hand. “Again, I’m terribly sorry, sir. Merry Christmas!”
Sherlock looked down to find his wallet in his grasp. He felt a sting of embarrassment. “Thank you,” he began, but when he turned up, the young woman had already vanished, caught in the crowd. He glanced around the centre’s walking paths but she was gone.
Sherlock thrust his wallet back into his pocket and tried to ignore the guilt. He braved a smile and pushed through the gates of a candle shop. John still needed a gift after all.
An assortment of candles decked the shop’s wooden shelves. Votives, tea lights, pillars, and torches stood in lines, their colours, shapes, and package designs all rivalling the next. Some were lit and their distinct scents blended into a sweet gale.
Sherlock smiled in spite of himself. It felt good to walk through the perfume and fairy lights. Suddenly, shopping for his dearest friend didn’t seem like such a chore. He ambled past displays, sniffing the candles that caught his eye and tried to find one that best suited John. He kept a few favourites in mind, circling back to the deep earthy ones he found excellent.
Finally, Sherlock settled on a wicked Teakwood collection. He was choosing an accompanying gift box when a struggle sounded beside him. He glanced at the disturbance and saw the young woman from earlier on.
She had also chosen a Teakwood scent it seemed, but a man had snatched it from her hold. “Sorry Miss,” the man said, “but I’ll be needing this for my wife. I hope you understand, holidays and all that.” Sherlock watched the young woman press her lips together. It was obvious that she had already claimed the candle before the man swooped in.
Sherlock observed as a look of resignation replaced the irritation on her face. “By all means,” she sighed. “Happy holidays.” The man turned away without thanks, earning a sour glare from behind. Sherlock grinned. Holiday shopping always held the promise of surly customers and browsing disputes - it was rare to find a pacifist.
“Christmas certainly brings out the worst in us, doesn’t it?” he said aloud.
The woman caught his eye. Sherlock was sure that she recognized him and noted the wariness of her stance. “It isn’t meant to,” she said guardedly. She gestured down to his pocket. “Keeping your savings safe in there? We wouldn’t want you to drop your wallet again.” She spoke with a hint of bitterness, though Sherlock reckoned it was warranted.
He gave a curt laugh and patted his coat. “Under lock and key, I can assure you.” He sensed her ease a bit as he continued, “Which leads me to my apology. I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier tonight.”
The woman shrugged, but not before a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face. “it's no problem. What are the holidays after all, without a grinch to spoil them every so often?”
“Oh? I suppose you’re a right Christmas angel, then?” Sherlock laughed. “Really though, I’d like to thank you.” He reached out his hand. “I’m Sherlock by the way. It’s a pleasure.”
The woman smiled and returned his greeting. “Y/N,” she beamed.
Sherlock held her gaze a touch longer than necessary. Her eyes held the sort of kindness one expected during the festive season. He glanced down in curious observation. Her coat dragged from where she held it bunched in her arms and a cluster of bags weighed against her hips. Her clothes were disheveled from an evening of spending and Sherlock thought she was beautiful.
“Y/N,” he repeated. He liked the kiss of her name on his tongue. He took a breath and nodded graciously, cutting himself out of the trance. “Would you walk me to the cashier?”
Y/N smiled. She had caught the look in his eye but let her words drift away. “I’d love to.”
The pair queued up. They stood closer to one another than necessary but neither spoke aloud. Finally, Sherlock paid for his candle and led the way out. “Are you headed home?” he inquired.
Y/N hummed in affirmation. She focused her eyes straight ahead but was all too aware of Sherlock’s attention. She tried to keep the silly smile off her face and scolded herself for being so charmed by a stranger.
They walked to the back end of the shops until they reached an indoor waiting station. Behind the window walls, the sky had darkened into night and snow stormed in swirls. Cabs pulled in and out from the car park, picking up late night shoppers to bring home.
“It’s bleak out there,” Y/N exclaimed. She glanced at Sherlock but he seemed unfazed by the weather. “It’s not so bad in here,” he said lightly. The room was decorated with wreaths and tinsel. Plastic stars hung from the fan lights. He caught her gaze and his eyes crinkled in reassurance.
Y/N shied away from the sudden energy between them. Maybe it was the snow, or the promise of Christmas being only days away, or maybe it was simply Sherlock’s allure, but she found herself drawn to him. There was a kindness to his spirit and it called to her.
A cab pulled up by the curb and Sherlock tensed. “I’m headed to Baker Street,” he stammered. “If you live in that direction perhaps we could share a ride?”
Y/N cleared her throat, delighted by his nerves. “I actually live on the other end of the city,” she admitted. “But by all means, take the cab. I can wait for another.”
Sherlock fixed his scarf and shrugged off his disappointment. “Nonsense, I’ll stay,” he said. “Please, I owe you that much.”
She studied the resolute pinch of his brow and knew he wouldn’t renege. Still, she questioned him, “are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Y/N glanced outside. The waiting cabbie seemed impatient but she was hesitant to leave Sherlock. After tonight, they would never see each other again.
“It was great meeting you,” she said softly. Y/N was just about to step outside when Sherlock caught her wrist. She turned around and was met by a kiss on the cheek.
Sherlock’s kiss was chaste and sweet. Y/N almost questioned whether she had imagined it.
Sherlock licked his lips shyly as she stared back at him surprised. “Tradition,” he breathed, nodding at the decoration above. Y/N looked up. Mistletoe dangled over them. She laughed, her eyes gleaming. “Tradition,” she agreed. Y/N leaned forwards and pressed a delicate kiss on Sherlock’s cheek. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered.
She pulled away and stepped outside. She could feel Sherlock’s watchful eyes behind her. Just as she climbed into the cab, Sherlock rushed to her doorside. He shielded his eyes from the snowstorm, but seemed determined to catch her before she was gone. “You left something behind!” he called out against the biting wind. Before she could respond, he had thrust a shopping bag into the seat beside her and a thin film of paper into her hand. “Merry Christmas!” he cried out beaming. He shut the door and the cab promptly pulled out.
Sherlock pulled his coat closed and watched Y/N drive off. Moments later, another taxicab parked along the pavement and he ducked inside, grateful for an escape from the cold. “Where are you off to, sir?” the cabbie asked. Sherlock leaned back into his seat. “Baker Street,” he replied.
The cabbie clicked his tongue. “Last minute shopping?”
“Something like that.”
The cabbie glanced in his rearview mirror. “If you don’t mind my asking, didn’t you buy anything? Looks pretty empty back there.”
Sherlock smiled. “I bought a candle,” he explained. “But then I found a girl.”
The driver bowed his head, puzzled by his customer’s aloofness.
Sherlock closed his eyes and grinned. He had left Y/N the candle as thanks, but had slipped something more meaningful into her hand: the gift receipt.
On it, she’d find his phone number and address.
If his Christmas wish came true, he’d see her again by the New Year.
“A gift from me to you,” Sherlock breathed. “Your move.”
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*grabs you by the coat collar* wanna read Hands of Gold?
Hey guys! Oh my gosh, I haven't posted a new fic since the summer! My winter break officially starts on Tuesday, so I'll be posting plenty of writing throughout December. I get that a lot of you might not be interested in my fics anymore, so if I'm tagging you and you'd rather I didn't pop up in your notifs, just give me a heads up and we'll... *sniffle* break up... I know, it's not you, it's me... *dies* Honestly though, let me know, and I'll remove you STAT! :p
Much love and happy holidays!! ❤️
Last thing... let's pretend that Sherlock still has a day or two to buy John a present! -- sorry about the repost! my fic wouldn’t show up in the tags!
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vanilla cherry bomb
s.h
pairing: steve harrington x girlfriend!reader
summary: in which he gets addicted to her taste
warnings: kissing obv, nsfw references, this is set during summer of ‘85 but before they found out about the russians, SCOOPS AHOY STEEB WHO CHEERED, way too much fluff,, lmk if i missed anything:)<3
authors note: i adore this sm. Let me know if you want a part two of when stuff starts going down. I love steves uniform :,)
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“Ahoy, my lady! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, my name is robin. What can i get you?” Robin exclaimed, grinning at the familiar-faced girl in front of her.
“I know who you are, robin,” Y/n giggled. She had grown fond of Robin from the few weeks of her working with steve. “Is steve here yet?”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s around back,” Robin clarified, nodding her heads towards the door that led back there. “Thanks!” Y/n chirped and started heading that way, not wanting to distract robin from her real customers.
“You back here, lover boy?” Y/n called out as she closed the door behind her, though it wasn’t long before she could feel steve kissing all around her face.
“What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going out with Camila,” Steve furrowed his eyebrows but kept the smile on his face, cupping hers with both of his hands.
“Called me, said she was sick,” y/n let out a giggle when she felt steve drop more than a few kisses onto her forehead, “so i thought i’d come visit my steve.”
"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 steve, huh?”
“Yup! My steve.” Y/n grinned, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the little wooden table he was previously sitting at.
“I’m glad you came, actually, because i have a little surprise for you,” steve smirked, pulling out her chair before sitting down.
“A surprise, hm?” Y/n giggled, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
Steve grinned and pulled out two pieces of paper that y/n couldn’t quite read. She looked closer and saw…oh my god, no way!
“Stevie!” She gasped, sitting up to grab the tickets and examine them, “You got tickets to ‘Tears For Fears’?!”
“They’re your favorite artist, i had to get them for you,” he chuckled.
“Oh my god, stevie, thank you!” Y/n squeled, giving him a tight hug before pulling away to plant a kiss on his lips.
Y/n and steve had only been dating for 2 months, and it was pure bliss. Steve knew that they were still in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care when she was the best thing that ever happened to him.
When they met, he never imagined them getting this far. She was definitely out of his league, in his opinion. She didn’t come from much, growing up poor in East Hawkins, but she was still the most positive person he had ever met. She knew how to light up a room without even trying.
A part of steve didn’t want to date her because of how chaotic his life was. Even apart from alternate dimensions and creepy monsters, he had two snobby parents to worry about, and he didn’t know if he would be able to protect her purity from all of it.
If it wasn’t for Eleven closing the gate last year, he definitely wouldn’t have risked it. (Boy, is he in for a treat!)
But, the last two months have been even better than he imagined, and he didn’t regret the tiniest bit of it.
Steve pulled away from the kiss with wide eyes, “holy, shit,”
He went back in for another one, making y/n laugh but furrow her eyebrows and pull away, “what is it?”
“Your lips,” he paused to peck them, “taste so good.”
Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Ah, my lips, huh?”
Steve nodded and leaned in to kiss her again, putting his hand around her neck softly as his lips synced with hers.
Physical affection had always been a big thing in their relationship, but kissing especially.
Y/n swore steve kissed more than he talked.
She loved it, though, it reminds her that he truly does find her beautiful, and unlike most people, he still invested in her personality as well.
On their one month anniversary, he took her virginity and let her read her favorite book to him moments after, whispering sweet-nothings in her ear.
Saying how much he adores her, how perfect she is, and how much he loves listening to her read romance.
What a guy, am i right?
“Steve, stevie,” y/n breathed, pulling away as steve kept hissing down her cheek onto her neck, “you know you’ve got to get back to work, can’t leave robin like that,”
“Just one more minute,” he mumbled against her neck.
“Stevie.” Y/n spoke sternly, although it was still adorable in steve’s eyes.
He groaned and pulled away from her neck, pouting a little. Although his pout turned into a smile when she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I gotta go, anyways, I promised my mom that I’d watch my sister today.”
Ah, angela. Steve’s self-proclaimed best friend.
“Tell them i said hi, yeah?” He proposed, smiling and kissing her head when she nodded.
“Alright,” she pecked his lips, “bye, baby.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” steve stopped her from walking away by swooping an arm around her waist.
“Yeah?”
“What chapstick flavor are you wearing?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Vanilla cherry bomb.” She tilted her head, “Why do you ask?”
“So that i can stock up on em.”
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Pity the Mayfly (ch. 1/?) - an Astarion/Tav fic
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Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5
You had come to the Gate to forget your past, discard your elven name, and pursue alchemy against your family's wishes. On a visit to your old keep, you're found by the Nautiloid, and everything tilts sideways.
When the gith’yanki asks your name, you say the first thing that comes to mind: “Tavvendish.” You add, “Tav, for short. I know it’s a mouthful.”
“The pronunciation of your name,” she snaps, “is not of any concern to me. Our priority is escaping this ghaik monstrosity.” She grabs your forearm. “I am Lae’zel, of Creche K’liir. There is but one way to pronounce my name. You will call me Lae’zel. Now.” She turns and points. “We go.”
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There’s another woman on the ship: a half-elf named Shadowheart. She appraises you with a tight mouth. If there’s something odd about your name, she doesn’t mention it. But, as you two wander the beach, she doesn’t have to: it reads in her eyes, in the way she watches you with suspicion.
You try to make conversation. “Where are you from, sister?”
“Do not use your wood elf customs on me,” she replies. “I was not raised with them. ‘Shadowheart’ will do just fine.”
You roll your eyes. “I am from the Gate,” you say pointedly. “Where are you from?”
“I am also from the Gate." Shadowheart pauses to flip a corpse over; she digs through its pockets, finds a few gold pieces, and pockets them. She offers no further information, and neither do you.
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Truthfully, you were on your way home for the first time in ages. You brought your latest batch of Lesser Harpy Spider antivenom with you.
Fox’s Keep took half a tenday to reach from the southern Gate. It was day four, and unseasonably hot. You were due to stop in neighboring Cliffside Keep that night. By suppertime, you would sit in front of a hand-hewn wooden table, courtesy of your wood-working family. Twenty-four hours from that, you would be in your childhood bedroom in Fox’s Keep.
You carefully outlined your eyes in blue. All you had for reference was a hand mirror that shined sunlight directly into your eyes. Prior visits had sparked rude comments about your skin: prying questions about being tired, or overworked, or disheveled. You knew to make up your face now.
You looked down at the ground and waved a hand over the blue eye paint, willing it to dry without smudging on your browbone. A pretty face didn’t stop the comments, but it at least quelled them. You could always switch the topic to your work if they didn't stop. You did, deep down, like the eye paint on you; if you had to make these damnable visits to your old keep, supplying them with medicine against those woods, you would at least look good doing it.
A shadow darkened the sky above you. You looked up.
And then—
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There is a dagger at your neck and a hissing voice in your ear.
“Do not move,” it says. “And don’t make a sound. I don’t want to cut that pretty little throat of yours. Do we understand each other?”
His dagger presses directly into the space where your tattoo cuts down your throat. You swallow and feel its keen blade against your flesh.
You nod at the sky.
“Good girl,” murmurs the voice.
Where is Shadowheart? you think. Your heart races. There is a pale hand at your sternum, a leg wrapped around yours. You know how this dance ends, have borne witness to it dozens of times. You want to say something cutting— that you are finishing your monthly blood, that you are a witch, that you will slit his throat for the courtesy— and yet you cannot move, your body obediently going still for what you knew was next.
The man adjusts his grip on the dagger. “You were on that ship,” he says. “I saw you. You are going to tell me everything. Nod if you understand.”
He is drawing this out. You nod.
“That’s a good pet. What were you doing on that ship? Talk.”
“Taken,” you wheeze, trying not to cut yourself in two on the dagger.
“From?”
“Cliffside— Keep—”
“You’re a-ways from home, little woodling.” The dagger presses incrementally deeper. “Why?”
So the Nautiloid had crashed somewhere new, after all. Just how far was far?
You lick your lips. “—visiting—my old keep—” A bead of sweat trickles down your brow, seeps into your eye. It stings. “—I— I bring medicine—”
“You’re a healer?” The man’s tone changes: it is now tentatively hopeful. The dagger eases, just the slightest bit; you can turn your head to face him.
“Opposite—” You look up into his face. The man’s eyes are a strange, ruby-red; you’ve never seen anything like it. “I make antivenom—poi—poisons, usually—”
Someone makes a distressed noise behind you: Shadowheart, back from scavenging. “Unhand her at once!” she snaps.
“Stay out of this!” the man shouts at her.
Something in your brain squirms— gives—
And suddenly, the dagger is gone from your throat.
You feel like the tadpole will bore its way out of your skull from your left eye socket. The man yelps with pain. You can sit up, but your head pounds, and you fall back down on the dirt.
Memories spill into your brain: the acrid smell of liquor, flesh-on-flesh, the laughter of a full tavern. The moon is full and bright, and you are so very hungry—
And then it’s gone. You open your eyes. The sun shines brightly above you.
“What the hell was that?” the man cries. He holds his head, face creased with agony. “And what,” he snaps at you, “did they do to me?”
Shadowheart reaches down to you. You take her hand, and she hauls you to your feet in one swift pull. “To us,” she says. “Lucky you. Looks like you have a tadpole, too.”
You cough. “With Lae’zel, that makes four of us.” You watch the man as, scowling, he stands and dusts the dirt from his breeches. He's maybe your height, and you are not a short woman. Perhaps you could've thrown him off of you.
Shadowheart raises her chin defiantly. “I’m not entirely sold on keeping the gith. For all we know, she could be dead.”
The man’s voice: “A gith, you say? This just became interesting.”
You pick up your brimmed hat from the path; it’s faintly crumpled. A shame: you had saved for months to buy it. “Provided you keep your daggers in your pockets," you say to him, "You can come along, too. We should stay together.”
“Tavvendish,” hisses Shadowheart. “Really?”
Meanwhile, the man laughs beside you: a floating, haughty sound, like wind chimes. “And what makes you think I want to come with you?”
But before you can speak, he shakes his head. “Let’s start over. My name is Astarion.” He smiles; he reminds you of a particularly sated cat. “Who might I be speaking to?”
Your stomach drops. Was it only elves on that blasted ship? you think.
“Tav,” you say, and you brace for his reaction.
But Astarion doesn’t comment on your unusual name. The other man takes your hand and merely bows again. “Charmed, my dear.” He kisses the back of your hand.
His lips are ice-cold.
You snatch your hand away and, when Astarion turns to Shadowheart, wipe it discreetly on the back of your robes. You reach down for your pack and staff. The tips of your ears burn.
Shadowheart does not offer her hand to Astarion. “Shadowheart.” And then, to you: “We should keep moving.”
Astarion gestures to the path. “By all means,” he says. “Lead the way.”
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The wreckage teems with corpses and reeks of old blood. Intellect Devourers skitter around your ankles, whispering join us join us join us join us in reedy voices that make you feel vaguely ill. You put your staff through one. It squeals, like nails on stone, before going limp. As your new companions explore around you, you dig out your scalpel and split the Intellect Devourer in two. You excise the grey, slimy cerebellum and wrap it in wax paper from your pack.
You hear Astarion scoff at you from across the room. “How vile.”
You glare at him. “Sorry for making the best out of a bad situation.”
He leans against an empty mindflayer pod, making a show of examining his nails. “A poisoner,” he says idly. “I’m sure drinking that swill,” and here he twirls a finger at the Intellect Devourer blood on your hands, “will make anyone sick.” He picks at something underneath his thumbnail, the very picture of chilly disinterest. “Tavvendish, was it?”
“Tav is fine—”
His eyes flick up to yours. “Duly noted, Tavvendish.”
You feel your hackles raise. You can’t tell if he’s making fun of your name, but his smug attitude makes you feel suddenly, terribly violent. Anger, familiar and horrible, rises up in your gut.
Astarion raises an eyebrow and smirks.
You stand, brandishing your staff—
A piercing whistle comes from the cliffs above you. Shadowheart’s head is just visible over its lip. “There’s another path up here,” she calls. “It has signage. We may be near civilization.”
Astarion shouts back up to her. “We’re coming,” he says. “Just as soon as the witch is done dissecting everything.”
You make a fist— twirl your pointer finger— aim it at Astarion—
Shadowheart interrupts before you can finish casting Fire Bolt. “Quickly, then! The sun is already beginning to wane.”
You scowl and drop your hand, thwarted. Astarion widens his eyes at you, like your second brother when he gets something you want. “You heard the lady,” he purrs. “Let’s go.”
You tromp up the hills behind him, keeping a purposeful distance. Astarion is blissfully silent; whatever energy he had before, he must now direct into huffing and puffing up the cliffside with you. Orange dirt nests under your fingernails, turns your palms the color of ripe apricots.
Astarion reaches the top before you do and offers a hand down. You ignore it.
Now at the top of the cliff, you sigh with relief. Why had you packed so much for such a short visit home?
Astarion’s feet tap impatiently in your eyeline. “You lied, by the by,” he says above you. “You are from Fox’s Keep, not Cliffside.”
You wince. So Astarion had seen into your brain, just as you, presumably, had seen into his.
What exactly had Astarion seen?
And what did you see?
You reluctantly get to your feet. Rusty dirt clings to your robes, far beyond the capability of any Prestidigitation spell. You’ll have to change into fresh ones as soon as you’re able. Shadowheart places a stabilizing hand on your back.
“It’s rather a long story,” you say. “I’m not exactly— Fox’s Keep is my mother keep.”
Shadowheart lets out a little huh next to you, but she doesn’t say anything more.
You continue, “I live in the Gate, currently.”
“Oh?” Astarion leans in towards you. “And what keep do you belong to there?”
“I don’t—” You sigh with defeat. “Have one.”
Astarion gasps and presses his fingers to his lips. “Oh, my,” he says, the very picture of Upper-City shock and awe. “An exile. I’ve never seen a wood elf expelled from her keep.”
You scowl at him. “I am no—”
“Hellooo!” calls a male voice. “A little help, please!”
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“Baldur’s Gate,” said your Nana with a sneer, “is a dirty, unsafe city.”
Yes, you replied, but at least there aren’t ten potion-makers to a block there, and that earns you another night of screaming and slammed doors. You lied awake all night, tears drying on your face, listening to the grandfather clock tick away in the hall.
Baldur’s Gate, at least to you, represented opportunity: It was a place where you could be anyone.
Anyone but… you.
You're fascinated by the wrong things: flowers blooming and dying, an asp sinking its fangs into a squealing rabbit, mushrooms glowing in the dark. Nature beckoned to you as death beckons to the weak with an open palm. You learned Knock just so you could dig into the library's forbidden texts: necromancy, mind control, poisons. You withstood the resulting beatings from the Bookkeeper family with pride.
Inspired by the many encyclopedias you read, you taught yourself how to milk venom from a viper. It was a thrilling day when you finally encouraged a Golden Asp to latch to a milking jar. You had felt something tender crack open within you, watching those first clear drops slide down into the glass below. The venom sparkled in the sunlight.
Your family, the Carvers, is one of wood-workers: both of your parents, and your Nana and Papa on both sides, and your great-grandparents before them. Your mother is a furniture-maker from Cliffside Keep; your father, a maker of wooden hunting decoys from Fox’s Keep. The two had fallen slowly in in love during regular visits to trade. They had expected a son when they had you; you were given a masculine name anyway. You have seven younger siblings, two of which are identical twins: good luck for wood elves, a sign of a fertile and happy marriage. Your interest in alchemistry— in something other than wood-working— soiled that.
“What would an alchemist’s family name be?” your mother sighed at you one afternoon. Your newest sibling dozed in her arms. “Poisoner? It’s a hideous profession. Don’t even think about it.”
The problem was that you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
You argued with your parents, your grandparents, your siblings. You resented the forced time in the workshop, sanding down wood furniture until your arms and abdominals ache. When you were unable to trance, you drew what you found growing in the forest: snakes and spiders and insects crawling in the grass. You found a snake’s nest one afternoon, the eggs already hatched and abandoned, and you sat next to it for hours, dutifully sketching your findings. You taught your friends simple cantrips, little tricks to make them gasp and giggle.
One of your sisters stole your notebook from your shared bedroom and, laughing all the while, showed it to your parents. Then the parchment and ink was taken away, and you were given more useless wood to sand. You beat her about the ears for this, and when she cried for your parents, they took away your candles, too.
I hate this place, you think one night. I hate my stupid boy name and I hate stupid wood and after my Trial I’ll start my own keep someday, someplace far from here, and I’ll learn all the spells I want.
You wish, fervently, to be given a girl’s name at your Trial. You resolved to beg the Wood Mother for one, if needed. Tavvendish was a child who was doomed to varnish wood for eternity. This new elf, you decided, this adult, would be an alchemist, and she would have a pretty, feminine name.
The week of your Trial couldn't come soon enough.
And then it arrived.
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Gale is sweet and talkative and gods, you hated him already.
“A fellow scholar!” he chirps at you, clasping his hands together with excitement. “Two wizards are better than one, or so they say.”
Lae’zel dusts herself off from the cage she was just in, as if your party hadn’t had to rescue her. You dig through the trapper's belongings with her, looking for anything useful.
“There’s balsam growing there,” you say over your shoulder to Gale. You point at a few scraggly flowers growing along the path. “Would you mind?”
Gale— the idiot-- happily obliges. He produces lacquered scissors from his pack— oh, you definitely hated him— and, with clinical efficiency, begins snipping flowers. “Have we an alchemist on our hands?” he says. “I’ve got some mushrooms gathering dust in my pouch. I might give them to you to extract.”
Astarion calls to you two from over a tiefling’s bloodied corpse. “Oh, don’t touch her, Gale. She’s covered in goodness-knows from the Nautiloid.”
“You don’t say?” Gale calls back to him. He smirks at you, wagging the scissors in your direction. “A thrifty one, then.”
How in the realms had Astarion heard you two? You ignore him and address Gale instead. “I have some supplies in my pack,” you say, “but certainly not enough for five individuals. And most of it is…" You teeter your hand back-and-forth. "Toxic.”
Gale sighs. “What a shame.”
The deceased have some drow poison and a few meager healing potions. Something was better than nothing, you suppose. You pass a healing potion to Lae’zel, who accepts it with a terse nod.
Gale’s shadow falls over you, and he offers the balsam flowers with open palms. His trimming is immaculate; you admire the bulbs for a moment before dropping them, one by one, into your pouch.
“I can’t help but notice,” Gale says slowly, and you tense. “You’re a wood elf, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you say stiffly. You stand up.
“How fascinating!” Gale tucks his hands behind his back, the very picture of polite curiosity. “Your kind are rather reclusive, as you know. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of talking to a wood elf in Waterdeep.”
You could kill him.
Gale leans in. “What keep are you from, may I ask?”
You sigh. “Can everyone stop asking me that?”
Gale takes a step back. Hurt flits across his face, quick as lightning. In the next moment, it’s gone. He gives you a little bow. “My sincerest apologies,” he says, and he sounds genuine. “I don’t mean to pry.”
You sling your pack over your shoulder with a grunt. “Fox’s Keep,” you say, guilt lancing through you at the name. “It was my mother keep. I live in the Gate at the moment.”
“Fox’s Keep!” Gale trails after you. “Excellent strawberry wine. Some of the finest and sweetest I’ve tasted.”
Astarion, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel are several steps ahead of you on the path. The road trudges upwards at a steady thirty-degree angle. From beside you, Gale wipes sweat from his brow. Your pack clinks with glass bottles.
“We certainly do love our wine,” you huff.
“I heard you all have trades,” he says. “What is your family name?” Before you can answer, he laughs and shakes his head. “Look at me, prying again. The curse of an academic.”
“Carver.” You stop at the side of the road to examine a bushel of Autumncrocus, hoping Gale will get the hint and leave you alone.
He doesn’t.
“Wood-workers?” he asks. “A noble profession.”
You cut the stems with your paring knife. “Mm-hmm.”
He squints up at the sky. “So how does a wood-worker get into alchemy?”
You shove the Autumncrocus directly into your robe pockets and start back up the path. “By disappointing her family,” you spit over your shoulder. “That’s how.”
Gale is blessedly silent after that.
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There is an overturned fruit cart in a clearing up ahead. The produce looks ripe enough, and it doesn't smell of rot. Gale suggests-- annoyingly-- that your party takes a break to eat and regroup.
The five of you idle in the clearing, overlooking the Nautiloid. You are desperately thirsty, but who knows how the Nautiloid has polluted the Chionthar below? Better to drink the juice from some bruised oranges.
You remove your leather hat. At least it was a pleasant day to be kidnapped— illithidnapped?— tadpoled? You squint down at the wreckage. The Nautoloid’s tentacles splay across the valley, like a lazy teenager lounging in the sun. Smoke rises faintly from the wreckage. The site, despite everything, is almost...peaceful.
“What,” Astarion asks, voice dripping with disdain, “is that?”
You turn to him. He’s already crossed the clearing to stand close to you. “What’s what?”
He reaches for you and—
Drags a finger along the bridge of your nose.
Along your scar.
You freeze.
“This wretched thing,” he says, watching the path his cold finger takes. The scar arcs over the bridge of your nose, then splits in two over your right cheekbone; he takes the path down to your jawbone first.
You can’t move. No one’s ever touched you so blatantly before.
Well—
Not since—
Astarion is still talking. “It ruins your lovely face,” he sighs. He returns to where the scar bisects on your right cheek. He traces the other line this time, the one leading to your right earlobe. “Pray tell, what happened to you, poor thing?”
You move your mouth, but no sound comes out. You keep your arms rigid at your side. Shock keeps you planted in the dirt, though every part of you wants to run.
His hands are so cold.
When you don’t respond, Astarion clicks his tongue. He-- finally-- withdraws his hand and puts it on his hip. He tilts his head to the side. “Cat got your tongue?” he asks you, eyes deceptively wide.
“You know it’s rude to touch other people without asking?” you choke out.
He barks out a harsh laugh. “Don’t I ever, darling!”
He steps in. Astarion is a close talker, you realize, the worst kind: you go cross-eyed trying to follow him. “But really,” he says, and you can smell his breath, smell how vaguely chemical it is, “I must know. Did someone hurt you?”
You take a step back. Astarion follows.
You growl at him, but Astarion’s smirk widens.
Finally, you relent: “I tried to cast Witch Bolt,” you sigh, “and it backfired and cast on me.” You do a tiny, sarcastic curtsey. “And now I have a Witch Bolt across my face forever.”
“A Witch Bolt for a witch,” he says with obvious glee. “At least people know not to come close again.”
“Indeed,” you snap. “Everyone but you.”
Astarion rolls his eyes. His smirk widens. “Don’t be cross, my dear. I think it really suits you.”
You wince and shoulder past him. “Thank you for calling me wretched, brother.”
“Oh, come now!” he calls after you. “I find it quite interesting!”
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Okay so I decided on a name and this is the final version of the story. Part 1 and 2 are pretty much the same as they were, but it felt weird to post part 3 without posting 1 and 2 first so I'm just starting all over.
The Scientific Method
Part One
Part Two
She looked down at the crumpled newspaper want ad in her right hand, an umbrella clutched in her left. It had been raining since Saturday, it was now Monday and showed no signs of stopping.
Help wanted – receptionist/personal assistant
Pay negotiable
Inquire at 1106 South East Drive, 3rd floor
A sparse ad to be sure, but the only one she’d found advertising a job she thought she’d be able to do, and it was close to home. Pocketing the ad, she took a deep breath and reassured herself before heading through the lofty art deco lobby to the elevator. The metallic gold elevator cage blended perfectly with the décor and shone dully in the dim greenish light of the cavernous room. She noticed all this while procrastinating her entry to said elevator.
“Third floor, please,” she told the operator. He nodded, closing the gate with a loud clunk. He pulled a lever, and the car began to rise shakily. She half hoped the elevator would never make it to the third floor. She tried not to think about how badly she needed to land this job. Her last job hadn’t worked out too well, she’d worked as a waitress at a local restaurant, and the customers (and her boss for that matter) could be a bit forward in their dealings with the female staff.
The elevator door slid open shakily and she stepped out, trying to hide how nervous she was. She was in a long, sterile hallway, at one end of which, just past a line of uncomfortable-looking low-backed chairs was a large desk, presumably the desk the aforementioned and as-yet-to-be-hired receptionist would occupy. She wasn’t sure what would be expected of her as a personal assistant, but she hoped she could handle it.
She looked left and right, seeing a door on the other end of the hall, just adjacent to another door set into the wall and wondered which to try first when she heard the sound of uneven steps through the door facing the length of the hallway. She approached the door hesitantly.
Whatever this man was like, if he offered her the job, she had no choice but to take it. She’d accumulated quite a bit of debt trying to keep her head above water, even while she was working as a waitress, she never seemed to make enough to break even, let alone put money away for a rainy day. So she took out private loans to make ends meet. Now that money was due, and she was desperate to come up with it.
Dr. Daniel P. Schreber, read the frosted window set into the light-colored wooden door. She knocked.
The door opened partway at her knock; it hadn’t been latched. It led to a large circular room that seemed to double as lab space and personal office. A large, polished hardwood table sat on the right side of the room, covered in papers, scientific equipment, and various bric-a-brac. It seemed to serve as a desk of sorts.
At the back of the room was a line of full to bursting bookshelves haphazardly organized, atop which various glass tubes and beakers rested. At the center of the room was a large round maze, she assumed built for some sort of small animal. She’d read of some experiments like that before.
The left side of the room was home to a large hutch made of wood and chicken wire, a man standing in front of it with his back turned. He turned at the sound of the door.
He was a little taller than she was, with short blond hair parted neatly in the middle. He wore small round wire rimmed glasses and a white lab coat buttoned up to the collar. He was gently petting the small white rat he held in his hands.
“Can I help you?” he asked, not unkindly.
“Yes, I’m here about the receptionist ad in the paper? I hope I got the right floor.”
“Oh, of course.” He gently returned the rat to its hutch. As he approached, she noticed he had a limp, heavily favoring his right side, and he had a prominent scar over his right eye.
“Daniel Schreber, pleasure to meet you.” He shook her hand. His grip was much stronger than she would have expected. Realizing she’d taken a beat too long to respond, she mentally shook herself, not letting her anxiety get the better of her.
“I’m Katherine, nice to meet you, too.” She smiled, hoping she looked less nervous than she felt.
“Perhaps we should conduct this interview someplace more comfortable.” He spoke in a strange cadence, seeming to often be out of breath, she assumed an effect of whatever injuries had resulted in his scar and pronounced limp.
She nodded as he gestured toward the door as if to say, “after you,” though she wasn’t sure exactly where they were going. They stepped out of the lab/office together into the sparsely lit hallway beyond. He turned to lock the door before leading her to an unlabeled door in the hallway to the right of the lab. He then proceeded to unlock this door and held it for her.
He noticed her looking at the key in the lock and smiled sheepishly.
“I’m afraid I was a victim of a break-in years ago and it’s made me a bit more fastidious when it comes to security,” he explained.
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” she said, genuine feeling for the man’s misfortune evident in her voice. This didn’t escape his notice, very few things did. Her empathy for a complete stranger was touching and somewhat endearing.
He’d already made up his mind to hire her, he was as desperate as she was to fill the position, it had been weeks since he posted that want ad in the Gazette, and every applicant had turned down the job, not that there were many to begin with.
He knew he could be off putting, what with his appearance, his speech, even the way he moved, but he hoped this one would take the job anyway. She seemed not to notice or care about his limp or the way he spoke, and seemed completely unfazed by his scars. He found it refreshing and liked her immediately.
He led her into a small room, richly decorated with dark polished wood paneling and soft lighting. The only furniture in the room were two red upholstered chairs and a plush leather couch.
“You’ll have to excuse me for using this room, this is where I see my patients, but it’s also the most comfortable room in the office.” He smiled thinly, the left side of his mouth turning up farther than the right, his crooked smile transformed into more of a smirk. She thought about him being hurt during the break-in he’d mentioned and a fresh wave of feeling for the man swept over her. She’d always been too sensitive for her own good when it came to others, often at the expense of her own well-being.
“Please have a seat,” he said as he took one of the upholstered chairs for himself. She sat in the other across from it, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse for a moment before stopping herself.
“Before we go any further, I want to be honest with you Katherine, this job is yours if you want it. Somehow, I haven’t had the best of luck filling this position,” he smiled awkwardly if a bit sadly. “I can pay you a decent salary, but I keep late office hours. I hope that’s alright.”
She tried not to show the great relief she felt. The job was hers if she wanted it. And it sounded like it might actually pay enough to get her out of the hole she’d dug herself financially. This was better than she could have hoped for.
Some details of the job were discussed, and after another handshake she was on her way home with a job to report to tomorrow and the understanding that she may be expected to act as more of an assistant than receptionist in the future, for additional pay of course. As she left the building, she noticed the rain had stopped.
Part Two
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