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Samira felt youthful and enamored with her current surroundings and still she noted that while she asked, he again chose to answer only the questions he chose and she frowned while he gave her a run down of the gardens. She'd pressed her face against the glass and closed her eyes for a moment, listening to his voice and the soothing timbre of it. They had been wandering around for ages and she was sure that by the end of it, she wouldn't be interested in exploring further. While it was all fascinating and the house itself was beautiful, it was rather unusual for a guest to be so pointedly ignored. She had been polite and careful with him, especially as she didn't want to offend him, having done so when she arrived already.

She slid of the window seat and tidied her skirt, and gave him a smile, "Well your groundskeeper is to be commended indeed." she said to him, thinking that she would have ample time to explore the grounds so this time, she asked with intent.

"I don't mean to be rude, Jason, but it has been a long drive and I would appreciate being shown to my room, also I will need to communicate with my father about some business and will need to know if there is an internet connection, even if it is one that is on a public computer..." she finished, giving him the haughty look that she gave those that forgot who she was. While she may not be a spoiled princess, she was a women whose father made sure she got the respect she deserved.

Samira wanted to have an impact, so she bent forward, sliding her shoes back on and giving the elegant height that she required. While she wasn't as tall as him, she still had some stature. Her hair at that moment chose to tumble as gravity took its toll and she shook it out, with a sense of irritation that suggested the timing was most inconvenient. she looked up at him and gave him a smile, softening the impoliteness of her tone and hoping that he had gotten her message. He on the other hand still looked perfect in his appearance and she wondered how that was.

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_Hmph. Well, the civility and decent manners didn't last long, now did they?_ Jason thought to himself as he saw that haughty look of arrogant demand on her face... she thought she owned the place, owned him in his own house? That she deserved deference and respect? Surely, when in somebody else's house and home, you were the one who was at the mercy of their hospitality, right? You would think that---being a guest in somebody else's private space---you would be on your best behavior and acknowledge that they were more important in their home than you were, that you were the outsider, the intruder, the imposition, and that you had to be grateful to them for allowing you access... and yet he could see it in her eyes that she saw him as beneath her. That underneath her fake smile, she was really wondering that somebody dared to treat her in any way other than utter deference and sycophantic approval. He almost sneered at the look---she had no idea who she was talking to---but managed to keep his face smooth... even if his eyebrow twitched a little in irritation. She would be punished for her ungrateful attitude, of course... but not now. For now, he had to maintain a friendly facade before he could really break her in.

She had to contact her father and confirm that she was OK---she didn't know where exactly she was, so that wasn't a risk---and then... then he could go to work. He inclined his head, swallowing down the immediate reply to her aggressive, arrogant demeanor, turning on his heel to walk back towards the doors, apparently unfazed by her confident demeanor or sudden messy looks. He didn't visibly pay any attention to her more aggressive tone, or her proximity, or her attempts at sounding important, just opening the door to step through into the hallway. "Of course, you must be tired." All that sitting in the back of a car while somebody else drove must have been exhausting! "I shall show you your room. Your luggage has already been transported there," and will soon be taken away, but... one step at a time. "so hopefully you should find it to your liking. The reception out here is admittedly not the best, so your internet access may be spotty on a good day." Not precisely true, but... well, she didn't have to know that. He walked out into the corridor and turned right, headed towards the residential wing of his home... she had a nice room, of course, and pleasant facilities; once she was broken, he would take very good care of her. And part of breaking her was showing her all the nice things she could have if she only submitted.

That wouldn't break this one on its own... but it was all part of the process. Yes... little Samira had no idea what was coming her way... and Jason was very much looking forward to showing her, in great detail. This haughty little bitch would call him Master and love doing so, by the time he was through with her... that much, he could promise. How much he had to torture her first? Well, that was up to her. If she kept this attitude up, well... who knew how much torment she would have to endure before being forgiven? He supposed they'd have to wait and find out... something he was very much looking forward to. When he was done with her, even the thought of disrespecting her would make her feel ill... and that was exactly how he wanted it. Women like Samira had to be shown their place, whether they liked it or not, and before she left his home... that's exactly what Samira would see. And she would come to love it, like all the women before her. She wasn't special... and she'd learn that the hard way. And Jason couldn't wait to teach her... yes... yes, this was going to be a fun few weeks, he could tell already. Well. Fun for Jason, at least.

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Samira smiled at him when he spoke. "I try to find some signal later then. The countryside has been known to be notorious for dropped internet signals." she added, noting that his demeanor had changed slightly, as if her her ability to make a request had offended him. she shook her head and pushed the thought away as she realized that she must be tired and over reacting. People didn't behave in such ways in this world. She had been polite and had every right to ask to get settled. She wanted a bath and a chance to rest before dinner, which she assumed he would inform her about.

So they headed out of the beautiful library, back towards the residential wing of the house. The corridor was long and she assumed they would be on the floor above as the kitchen was downstairs, though she wouldn't want to make an assumption. That had gotten her on the longest tour of a country manor. She was back to following him on her heels as he strode confidently without consideration for her at all. He'd played the gracious host, but now that she had made her request firm, she was being rewarded with his aloofness.

"I hope you didn't think I wasn't enjoying the tour, Jason. It's just that I want a chance to rest before dinner and the traveling has made me grimy." she added for good measure.

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As they walked, Jason forcibly calmed himself down; from her perspective, it likely seemed reasonable to make requests---she thought she was an equal guest in the house, after all, and was as yet unaware of their difference in standing---and he didn't want to tip her off unnecessarily early as to his true intentions for her... he needed to play it subtly, at least for now, and that meant not acting like a petulant little child every time she acted haughty or arrogant. He looked at her, easing into a smile that, while somewhat fake, was genuine enough to pass as a real one without much effort. "Of course not," he said, slowing his pace to fall alongside her... though it was now clear that that was his choice rather than a compulsory action. "It is admittedly a large house. I shall have some servants show you around the remainder tomorrow." No request, no "if that is convenient for you." It was an assumption, almost an order... though it wasn't phrased as one. He smiled at her, then turned a corner into the corridor that housed her current room. Depending on her behavior, she might be moved to nicer or more basic lodgings... so he was starting her in a medium-level comfort room. Could be better... but could also be worse.

The room itself was of decent size, with a person-and-a-half sized bed, a decent sized wardrobe and a vanity table, along with close proximity to a bathroom and a decent-sized television---currently unrestricted, but with parent control capabilities for when he wanted to reward or punish her with it---set onto the wall. There was a window, though no balcony---she might get a Garden Balcony Window if she behaved herself, who knew?---looking out at the gardens, and her clothes and other various bits and pieces had been packed away by his servants in her absence. He stopped outside the ornate, posh-looking door, and turned to face her. "And this is your room," he said, gesturing. "My servants will be more than happy to run you a warm bath, and dinner shall be at 7 in the Dining Room downstairs. Don't be late." He winked at her, acting playful and conspiratorial... he needed her guard down, and acting charming was more likely to do that than acting petulant and aloof. He turned as if to go, then---as if in afterthought---half turned back towards her. "Do you have any questions before I depart, Sam? Now would be the time to ask." He smiled softly, still half turned, as if expecting her to say "no." A subtle thing, but... well, body language was important, and to break this one... he'd need every subconscious aid he could get. Oh, she was going to be fun. He almost smiled wider at the thoughts of what he was going to do to her when she was broken and eager... but those thoughts were for later. He'd act the gracious host... for now.

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Samira felt a sense of relief and managed to calm down. It wasn't that she was tired of his company or the pace of the tour. She just wanted some time alone and he didn't realize how rare that was for her. Growing up as she did, she was surrounded by servants and she was sure that soon she will be again, because there was no way her father would leave her here alone for too long with any man.

She smiled and thanked him kindly, declining her head at his question. "Not at the moment, Jason. I will head to the dining area later. Thank you for the tour and the company. I look forward to dinner later. " she said and closed the door behind her as he left and drawing a sigh of relief at being alone. She noted that the room was comfortable and was a little disappointed at the lack of opulence as the rest of the house seemed to scream it. Instead she discarded her formal clothes and threw herself on the bed, calling for a servant to draw her bath and to find her something to wear for dinner later. While she waited, she attempted to call her father. She found a minimum of signal that meant that she got a single message through that informed him that she was fine and that he needn't worry about her at all. By then there was a discreet knock on the door and she opened the door and smiled at the older woman that entered with towels in her hand and some bath salts. She left her to prepare the bath and set up her computer and chargers, leaving everything to charge before heading to the bathroom, discarding clothes and leaving them for the woman to deal with. She had never had to pick up after herself and her actions were more out of habit than misbehavior.

Her naked body slid into the depths of the bath tub and she enjoyed the feeling of being intoxicated by the heavenly scents that permeated through the room. they were sensual and reminded her of a pleasurable night she had had with one of her discreet aids. They knew their place and yet provided her the opportunity to scratch an itch, without her father finding out. They would please her but they were too indifferent to ever inspire the deep and dark passions she desired. She craved something different and certainly the man she met today was enigmatic enough to warrant her gaze. She had a moment wondering what was in those bath salts because she felt aroused by thoughts of her broody host and that could be dangerous.

She took her time in the bath, before drying off and slipping on the robe again that had been neatly hung behind the door. She took her time drying her hair and doing her make up, till she looked the object of perfection and grace. Her dress for the evening was laid out. It was formal but not too overbearing. A short red dress that clung to her every curve. She turned as the woman helped her zip it up and would be there later, she assumed to help her get out of it too. She put on red stilettos and smoothed the dress, checking the clock and noting that she had drifted hours away in the bath tub. She ran her hand through her hair, which she had left to form a cloud around her shoulders and thanked the woman, tipping her generously, before heading down the corridor to the dining room to meet her host.

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After leaving her in her room---noting that, as he left, she seemed just a little disappointed at the lack of over the top opulence in her room... good; it would make her reward rooms all the more special!---Jason wasted no time in preparing things for dinner later that night. He wanted to treat her to a nice, grand, expensive dinner, to show her just how generous and opulent he could indeed be when the situation demanded it, and to set that seed into place in her head that when pleased... he could be very, very generous indeed. Seeing such a large feast as he had planned would make the times when he barely fed her a beggars meal as punishment for some transgression hit her all the harder; punishments worked best when the punished knew exactly what they could be experiencing instead, since if they had nothing to compare the punishment to, it lost all meaning as a punishment since most punishments included taking something away, or inflicting something. The absence or presence of that thing had to be the contrasting element to make the punishment stick... hence, nice clothes and big dinners and beautiful gardens for the first few days... and then he would begin to discipline her by taking them all away, one by one.

Jason himself, of course, didn't do much; he ordered his Servants into action, and they quickly---as well trained as they were, they did a three hour job in half an hour... he would have to reward them later for their diligent work---got the dining room in order, setting up a nice, elegant wooden table for two, complete with rich red tablecloth, a set of expensive, rare flowers from the garden set in an ornate crystal glass container, several small candles set up around the edge, expensive silverware and a pair of very comfortable, very expensive, very elegant bespoke chairs made by Jason's own Master Craftsman that he kept on retainer. How did he make so much money? Well... the services of an experience disciplinarian and the creator of obedient, beautiful Slavegirls would always find work, no matter where he lived. And nowadays, such services never came cheap. It was good to be good at what you do, after all, and he was providing a service. He grinned to himself at the thought as he entered the ornately decorated dining table, moving to stand at the table awaiting his guest, resplendent in his crisply maintained formal suit... it was black, of course, and custom made by some of the countries finest tailors using the best materials money could buy... it was his suit that he wore when he wanted to impress, and he wanted to impress this young lady very much.

The better first impression he made on her in any situation set the tone for their interactions... and if she viewed him as graceful, smart, handsome and sharp, her admiration would easily fall into line with what he had planned. It was all about the seeds that were planted before you started. Some Masters jumped straight in, smacking the girls around to show them who was boss... effective, but you only got broken, dead-behind-the-eyes dolls, then... his Slaves? They had life, personality, drive and passion... hence, why they sold so well. Of course, Samira likely wouldn't be sold. He had a specific job in mind for her, and he was keeping this one to himself. He chuckled to himself again as he dispatched a servant to retrieve her and show her the way to the exit that he was facing. He would be polite and gentlemanly for tonight---to show her that he is capable of being kind, polite and affectionate---so that when she angered him, his Harsh Master side would have a decent contrast. It was all about it, honestly... a punishment was meaningless without the existence of its opposite. And so, he would give her a taste of her rewards, her life should she please him... and then proceed to subject her to the constant punishment she was sure to incur until she submitted. It took longer than other methods... but always produced much more favorable results. Sometimes, it was best just to take your time.

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Samira caught herself in the mirror and seemed satisfied with the outcome. Her body was well toned and she kept in shape with a personal trainer. She was the face of the company these days and if she appealed to her audience, she achieved her purpose. It was an old fashioned way of looking at things, but ultimately these were the people she dealt with. Old fashioned, antiquated and richer than most small countries.

She wondered about Jason and his history, but he seemed enigmatic in his own way. She was curious and dinner would be an interesting way to see what he was like. She already knew he was cultured and good looking with impeccable manners and a good taste in homes. So tonight would be interesting.

She stepped out of the bedroom and was met by a servant, who offered to show her the way to the dining room. She smiled and nodded, accepting the offer and followed quickly to where she was meant to be. As she rounded the corner, she saw him, looking quite impressive in his very expensive suit. She smiled at him. "Good Evening... I must say that I'm looking forward to dinner tonight and this room is beautiful in the evening light." she said softly, taking in her surroundings.

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Jason heard her footsteps a few moments before he saw her, so he had a moment or two to prepare himself... straight backed, straight faced, a warm smile on his lips and a controlled air to his posture... and he was ready to meet her. He directed that smile at her when he saw her---a brilliantly dazzling full-mouth smile, turning on the charm and good looks for her benefit---and had to take a moment to admire how attractive she really was. Long, soft legs, a very well-maintained, in shape body, long, full hair, graceful lips and gently shaped eyes... defined cheekbones and a pleasant color to her skin... especially in her current dress, which hugged her figure rather nicely, she did indeed look very delectable, every inch the Millionaires Daughter. If not for her spoiled attitude, he might well ask her to stay on as she was... but no, her attitude needed work. She needed to be shown who was boss... and then... well, then she would make a perfect addition to his collection. Beautiful, obedient and from money? What more could he ask for, truly? He had no doubt that she would prove tough to train---it was hard to hammer out independence and self importance once they were firmly ingrained into a person---but he also had no doubts at all that it would be completely worth it.

He moved to her side of the table, sliding her chair out ready for her---he did, despite what you may think, have basic manners... and besides; the nicer he was now, the more respectful and gentlemanly, the more of a shock it would be when he turned on the Domination... and the more she would wish to return to his current pleasant demeanor. And the way to do that? Obedience and respect. It was all about setting up the reward/punishment dichotomy, after all!---as she approached. "Please, Miss Samira, take a seat. Dinner will be with us shortly." He slotted the chair underneath her as she sat, then moved around to his side of the table, taking a seat slowly and in a controlled, graceful manner, his very motion suggesting power, strength and control. He took the napkin from his side of the table and placed it on his lap, followed by his hands. He offered her another warm smile. "I am glad to hear that you approve; my servants spent an obscenely long time getting it ready for us, so I shall be sure to pass along your compliments." Well... Jason believed in giving credit where credit was due, and he was not about to sell his staff short. A good staff reflected a decent Master... and he was a very good Master, when he wanted to be. As she would soon find out, of course... but he didn't say that. No, better to leave that part of her visit as a surprise...

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He looked most refined; the perfect gentleman in every way. There was something about old, country manors that had a feel to them. It was a deep rooted culture and yet there was something wild about it and in her romanticized views of this world, Samira saw it at quite thrilling. He was perfect and polite, holding out her chair for her and she sat down, crossing her legs elegantly and nodding her thanks. She watched him through hooded lashes, not quite sure what to make of him, but he certainly had a charm about him. She gave him a smile as he spoke.

"Your staff seem very well equipped with dealing with any situation." Samira said complimenting him as well as their hard word. She was soon rewarded with the presence of one them soon enough as their starters were brought forth. It was a pate of sorts, with a fruity sauce and some toasted bread. She took her time sampling the flavors and was rewarded with it's richness. "This is delicious." she said, making light conversation with him as she watched him carefully.

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Well, at least she was gracious in doling out compliments to the serving staff; they wouldn't hate her, at the very least, so that was something he supposed. Too many haughty, spoiled brats he broke came in with an attitude of condescension and superiority to his staff that had to be broken down rather quickly in order to make them obedient... after all, in many ways his staff were the girls superiors. Jason's staff were paid employees who could leave at any time, not his slaves, whereas the girls... well, they stayed here until they were told they could leave. Oh, she likely viewed herself above the staff in some way, but that was only natural for a woman of her station in life. She'd quickly realize that they didn't listen to her---and didn't have to, past what he told them---and if she still viewed them as inferior to her after that... then he'd have to take measures. For now, at least, she seemed humble enough in regards to them to not raise any eyebrows from him. Of course, the slightest disrespect to his staff would earn her a harsh punishment. He hoped for her sake that she decided to keep her arrogance to herself; she would not enjoy what he would do to her for disrespect.

Jason raised a glass in a small toast towards her, a slight smile playing at his lips. "My staff are extremely highly trained," he confirmed, "And are among the best at what they do. They're not cheap, but talent costs money and I am more than happy to pay for the best." He smiled to himself. Yes, he was very proud of his staff... professional, talented and---most importantly---loyal to his cause. Most of them had been mistreated by aristocracy in the past or were from lower class backgrounds---he specifically screened for that---so had no love for the upper classes, so were easy to buy off with higher than normal wages and excellent employee privileges. He took up his cutlery and began to dig in, savoring the rich, juicy taste that so few chefs managed to capture in the more complicated dishes... he liked his meals to have a variety of flavors and flairs, and his current kitchen staff always provided the most excellent of results. He felt bad, making them make the plain meals he had in mind for little Sam here, but unfortunately, as needs must. He glanced up at Sam. "Surely your staff is capable of preparing comparable meals? I cannot believe that somebody as knowledgeable in the finer things in life as you are could ever settle for second best." He lifted an eyebrow quizzically. No, he doubted she could... which would make her experiences here before she was broken most unpleasant for her. That was, of course, the intention; if she came to rely on pleasing him to get the luxuries she loved... then pleasing him would become second nature. That was step one, at least. And already, he could tell that it was going to be very effective. He could hardly wait.


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Anna walked into the gym and rolled her eyes as she saw the one and only Mr. Perfect, Leon, not only was he the Academy's top student, he was already a well-known superhero in the city. She rolled her eyes as she walked past him, giving him a bit of a glare as she walked up to the weights and laid down on the bench before beginning to work out.

"Another interview or was my hearing off just a second ago?" She asked with a slightly disgusted tone to her voice as she lifted the weights.

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Leon stopped, his eyes watching as one of the younger students, Anna, came into the gym. She was none too pleased to see him, her icy glare giving him chills. Not surprising, considering her Quirk was manipulation over the element of Ice. He'd never really paid her much attention, simply because she was younger and wasn't the most notable member of her class. It wasn't that he didn't like her, just that he was always so busy. He was supposed to be a mentor to the younger group, yet she seemed more disgusted with his being.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" he asked with a snarky tone, biting back at her after all her sass. "I'm not exactly sure what I've done to deserve the attitude," Leon stated, walking over to her to spot for her. "Yes, it was another interview. It wasn't like I was watching it to boost my ego or anything. I watch these recordings to remind myself of who I have to be in front of the camera," he told her. Though, she didn't really seem to care or be listening. It was clear she had her opinion of him already and she wasn't buying into his words.

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Anna snorted as he spoke. She looked up to see him over her. She rolled her eyes and almost dropped the weights on her before regaining her composure. She couldn't stand Leon. Not that he was mean or anything but he never seemed to have time for her or any of the other younger class. His snarky tone bit at her pride a bit but she didn't make a move to let him know he had wounded her.

"Anna." She said softly, "As for the attitude, try ignoring the lower class when you're supposed to be mentoring us. You do know we rely on you upper classmen to help guide us where the teachers can not right?" She finished her set and sat up, "You can be so annoying. You really don't even know what you're supposed to do for us, do you?"

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Leon went to help her when she almost lost control but, she quickly gained control over the situation. He certainly didn't appreciate the constant disrespect and lack of candor from this girl. Rolling her eyes at him at every chance she got and keeping a harsh, yet cocky tone in her voice when she spoke. If this kept up, Leon thought he might just have to set her straight. Hey, at least she told him her name.

"Well, Anna, I'm sorry you feel that way. The teachers here are among the best in the country, I'm sure they can help you in better ways that I ever could. I'm just a student, why would you want to look up to me?" he asked, stepping back a little when she finished her set and sat up. "I appreciate that you want to look up to me and all. I just think you're wasting your time. I'm not a real Hero yet, understand?"

When she called him annoying, he had about had it with her. Gritting his teeth, he cracked his neck to one side and breathed out slowly. "What am I supposed to do for you, pray tell? I've been a student for over four years, no one took special care or interest in me. I carved my own path." Shifting his hips, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her with a stern face. Lips pursed together tightly as he just ended his statement with a *Hmph*.

[User] Anna stood up and walked over to him, her arms crossed over her chest as she stood defiantly toes to toes with him before poking him in the chest with a smirk. She heard the teachers tell the upper classmen to take charge of the younger classmen and she was damned determined to get him to take interest in someone from her class, if not her herself. "Didn't I hear the professors at the beginning of the year telling you upper classmen to take an interest in us? With worldwide crime at an all time high and natural disasters everywhere, they don't know when they'll be called out and that can interrupt classes. It's your job to make sure we get the training that we need when they can't. Remember?"

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The gall of this girl was really starting to irritate Leon. She had a serious set on her to be poking at him and calling him out on not being a good mentor to the others. While he may not have been the best mentor at getting hands-on with the students, it was quite clear he was setting a good example as a positive role model. It wasn't like he was getting caught abusing his powers or being out in public drunk or disorderly. When he was on the television, it was because he was being a model Hero.

Unfurling his arms from his chest, Leon restrained himself from pushing her away from him. Instead, stepping back to not have her in his face. "Yeah, but in case you haven't noticed, I've been a little busy. I've already got the weight of this city on my shoulders. It's hardly fair for me to be mentoring someone when I know I can't give them my all. I can't offer them the best training I can give because, I'm already taken with almost every Hero job in town."

He then reached out and poked her firmly in the chest as well, taking care not to touch her breasts. "So, go find some other upperclassman to harass, Anna."

[User] Anna smirked as he poked her chest and took a paper out of her pocket, "Professor Hendrox told me to give this to you. It's your assigned apprentice, in a word... me." She leaned against a wall and looked at him, "Are you going to back out of your assignment?"

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Snatching the paper from her hand, Leon read it over. At a time like this, he'd silently cursed his own Quirk. Had he been a Fire-user, he could've shown her how much he cared by burning it to ash before her eyes. Instead, he just looked at her, crumpled up the note, and tossed the paper back at her. "Why me? What's your fascination with me, anyway?"

Leon was none too pleased to be taking on an apprentice, especially one so cocky and inexperienced. However, it would be interesting to have a sidekick on missions. "Alright, sidekick, I'll train you. Don't think it's going to be easy just because I'm busy or because you're a cute girl. Come on then, show me what you can do. I need to know what I'm working with here."

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"I didn't pick you. Remember when the younger classmen had to submit their names earlier this year? That was for the apprentice program." She scoffed as she moved her neck from side to side and lowered her arms as he told her to show him what she was capable of.

She quickly and without warning caused two huge ice spears to form out of the air and hurled them at him, followed immediately by two blocks of ice on either side of him and she brought them together, making him disappear between them. She knew he would be able to get out of them and stood ready.

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Actually, that wasn't something he really remembered. He must've missed that part, probably due to some menace terrorizing the locals or something. Not that it mattered at this point. Leon just scoffed, "Fine." He didn't know how he was going to juggle yet another task but, he would give it his best shot. He just hoped she wouldn't get in his way when it came time to take down another villain.

At his request to see her power, she grinned at the opportunity. Attempting to hurl spears and giant blocks of ice at him, Leon just reinforced himself to become incredibly dense and durable. Not even attempting to dodge, he let the ice shatter against him like an immovable object. It had a good power behind it but, he would make her better. "Hmm, I see," Leon began, looking at the scattered pieces of ice around him. "Again."

[User] Anna nodded as she readied herself again. She hurled the ice spears at him, followed immediately by the ice blocks and a chain made of ice which she wrapped around the ice and closed her fist, causing the chain to get tighter and tighter. She smiled to herself as she felt her power surge through her body, her hair becoming snow white and her eyes turning ice blue as she froze the air around them and hurled it at him with all of her strength. "How's this?" She asked as she continued to cause the ice to squeeze him.

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Leon could sense she was unleashing her power now, without restraints or holding back. Closing his eyes, he let the chill of the air consume him as the temperature in the room dropped suddenly to freeing levels. His grin widening as steam roiled from his lips, a chuckle escaping him. "Yes, this is what I would expect from an Ice Quirk. Go on then... impress me!"

Just then, Leon looked up and opened his eyes to show they too were glowing as his body became harder. The incoming javelins of ice were punched into snow flakes, his body twisting and spinning to send a kick through the center of one block. Breaking the chains of ice and grabbing ahold of them before yanking them to pull her closer to him. He thrust a palm deep into her chest, slamming it between her breasts to send her back against the far wall.

His body had steam coming off it, the reinforcement Quirk keeping him warm by accelerating his molecules and heating his body before he could get too cold. This caused the air around him to steam up. "Your ice is cold, that much is true. Once I'm done with you, Anna, you will be able to freeze far more than just the water particles in the air." Cracking his knuckles, Leon just looked at her with a smirk. "Should we stop now or do you want to take this somewhere more appropriate?"

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Anna groaned softly as she stood up and shook off being thrown against the wall. Leon was definitely impressive with his power. She smirked at him and surrounded him in chains twenty times stronger than the last ones she used. When he asked her about stopping she smirked.

"Where do you have in mind Hero?" She said a little sassily, "I'm not even tired yet." She blasted him with icy air and threw him hard into a stone pillar in the middle of the room, causing it to crack all the way from top to bottom. "How's that for power?" She asked with a smile.

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She was quick to retaliate, something Leon had not anticipated from her. The chains would not break immediately and she threw him into the nearest pillar, nearly breaking it with his reinforced body, and mocked him about power. He could only chuckle as he shook off the blow. "Alright then, let's take this out to the Quirk Battleground. Where there's a lot less expensive equipment to damage. There's a secluded training area on the outer limits."

Beckoning her to follow, Leon leads the way to their new training spot. There was some woods surrounding the area but the whole of it was mostly open; whether from previous students training or by design, no one really knew anymore. It wouldn't take them long to reach their destination, just a short ten minute walk to the area before Leon pointed out they were alone. "Alright, let's see what you've got. Hit me with your best shot," he chuckled. He had since taken off his Reinforcement and was standing next to her, waiting for her to prepare her next attack.

[User] Anna smirked at he mentioned the Quirk Battleground. Lower classmen were not permitted without either a teacher or an upper classmen. She followed him to the area and walked into the ring before turning to Leon and lifting her hands. Her hair which had gone back to its normal color, returned to white and her eyes iced over as she caused everything around her to freeze as she hurled it all towards him and causing chains of ice to come out of the ground, pulling him down as she let her true potential unleash. She caused the ground around him to freeze up around him, trapping him up to his neck.

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Leon was rather impressed with her full potential. It wasn't nearly as lackluster as he had originally guessed, yet it wasn't quite the best he'd ever seen either. If he had to rate it, she would've gotten a solid eight on the scorecard. That said, he'd only been toying with her up until now. Grinning, he didn't bother to dodge her attacks and let them smash into him. Sending him flying several feet back, his upper body battered and cut up from the ice shards. His hand gripped at his now ruined shirt and he pulled it off with ease before tossing it aside.

"Alright, now it's my turn." Leon said coolly before suddenly exploding forward in a rush of speed. Stamping his foot into the ground beside her, causing a small quake under her, he used that moment to step in and slam his palm against her chest again. However, instead of letting her fly backwards, he swept her legs out from under her and followed up with a second palm strike to slam her down into the ground. "You're too slow. You need to use your Quirk more efficiently. Try and slow me down to handle my Quirk more effectively."

[User] Anna grabbed Leon's wrist and threw him off of her before standing up and running at him, a sheet of ice emerging from behind her. She threw everything she had at him before falling to her knees panting. She felt her strength ebbing away as she looked up at him, panting as she shook her head. She stood back up and wobbled for a minute before looking at him. "I want to try again." She said stubbornly, "I have to get stronger and you're the only one who can get me there."

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Her attack was half-hearted at best. She wanted it, sure. She just didn't have the gas to put behind it and it fizzled before it could even reach him. Shaking his head, Leon looked at her down on her knees and offered his hand. "You'll get better. It's not going to happen overnight but, you'll overcome and persevere. Don't give up. Keep your eyes on your goal and don't stop running toward it until you pass it by... then, don't look back and look beyond that. Always go beyond."

With that, he smiled and rubbed his hands together. "You want to go again, you better give it your all this time. All or nothing! If you don't have the energy left, dig deeper to find a reserve you never knew you had! My next attack will knock you out if you're not ready!"

[User] Anna nodded with a look of determination in her eyes. She lifted her arms and froze everything around her, causing a thick sheet of ice to form at Leon's feet, trapping him as she hurled everything at him. She smirked as one of the ice spears cut his left cheek as it went past him. The ice chains surrounding him, pulling him to the ground as they squeezed him continuously. She felt herself start to falter and noticed a lake out of the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes and felt the water from the lake rise and surround her, giving her strength she hadn't felt before as she opened her eyes, focusing on Leon and hurling massive ice walls and spears in his direction, the chains around him getting even thicker than ever before.


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The world as we know it is populated almost equally between humans and Anthro species. No one knows exactly when the Anthros first appeared, but it was at least two or three hundred years ago. By this point, it was just as common to see one of the Anthro species teaching at a school, at a cash register, or just walking down the street as it was to see a human. Despite this, it wasn't very common to see humans and Anthros in relationships outside of their species. Sure, there was the occasional couple, but they were generally the exception, not the norm. Miia Evans was one such Anthro, an Arctic Fox. At twenty years of age, she was in the prime of her life and would continue to be so for another ten or so more years. She was making good grades at the college and worked a part-time job at the local coffee shop. Really, life couldn't get any better for her. In fact, Miia enjoyed everything around her. Unlike most Anthros, she loved humans as much as others of her kind. Sure, no Anthro really disliked humans, but very few would ever consider a relationship with one. Miia wasn't like that at all. She figured that if two liked one another, they should just go for it.

It was that open, friendly attitude that might have placed her in the sights of that group. Perhaps she even served them coffee one day. She would never know. What she did know was that the last thing she remembered was returning to her apartment and going to sleep. She awoke slowly as the drugs she had been given wore off. She awoke, blinking in confusion as she found herself naked as the day she was born, laying on a strange, blue, circular bed in the middle of a square room that had mirrors all over the walls and ceiling. Miia slowly sat up as the fear started to set in. This was NOT her room! Just where was she? As she looked around, Miia noticed a cute, soft, naked human girl laying just a couple of feet away on the bed. That calmed the fear just slightly, but not by much. At least she wasn't the only one... Miia quickly got off the bed, doing her best to hide her private places from view with her hands, silent vents began to pump a colorless, odorless, tasteless aphrodisiac into the room. In about three minutes, it would fill the entire room. There was a large table near the bed with many things on top of it. Such things included a large bottle of lubricant and what appeared to be a variety of toys and other things, but she was too focused on trying to check on this human and make sure she was okay.

Unbeknownst to Miia, she and the other girl had been kidnapped by some private film group and were now just being filmed. This film group loved to kidnap Anthros and Humans and make them go at it like beasts. This secret, private group recorded the entire scene from the moment the two captives woke up until they passed out from exhaustion. The richest members were hidden by the two-way soundproofed, mirrored walls where they could watch it happening live. In fact, many were now many bets as to how long it would take, how long they would last, and if the Anthro would impregnate the human. That was another nice surprise for the secret group. Miia was a rare Futa with all the male sexual organs that came with it. At the moment, her cock was in its sheath, making it hard to tell how big it was, but in a few minutes, the proximity to a young, nude woman and the aphrodisiac slowly being pumped into the room would cause it to quickly grow. Miia removed her hand from her lower portion and gently touched the human girl's shoulder and shook softly, "Hey. Human girl. Wake up. Something strange is going on."

[Assistant]
Sakurako Miyazaki was simply a nerdy recluse. She rarely went outside unless she had to, as her past experiences with it hadn't been all that great. At least her personal apartment was a tribute to all things anime and video game related. Nothing had really been out of the ordinary that day. Sure, the bespectacled beauty had applied online for a clerical job to get some extra income, but it seemed quite mundane overall. With a hug of her cute fox plush, she simply had dozed off just like she did every other night in her milquetoast lifestyle.

Thus, once she was shaken awake, the poor girl screamed as she found herself laying naked in front of an arctic fox that was certainly plush in a lot of different ways from the stuffed animal she had been holding. The doomed damsel's panic definitely wasn't decreasing as her wary eyes' scan of the mirrored room revealed a table full of rather lewd objects. The most humiliating part though was the fact that, despite all of this, she found her nipples slowly stiffening for the furry futanari to see. "W-Who are y-y-you...? Wh-What is this pl-place...? A-And why am I h-h-here...?" The captive cutie fearfully sputtered out, her frantic hands scrambling to cover her bare body.

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The soft girl screamed after Miia shook her awake, causing her ears to jerk back from the sound. That was completely unnecessary in her opinion, but she couldn't really blame the poor girl. It was natural for anyone to be freaked out upon waking and finding themselves naked in a strange room with someone she didn't even know. Girl must be super sheltered or something. That, or Miia was just weird in that she didn't react nearly as dramatically.

As the girl began trying to cover herself, which was an effort in futility to Miia, she started stammering out questions, one after another. Miia sighed, "I could ask the same of you. I'm Miia Evans, go to school at Yorker University, and work at the coffee shop just off campus. What about you?" In regards to the girl's other questions, Miia just shrugged, "No idea where we are or why you're here. Don't even know why I'm here." Miia raised her voice and called towards the wall, "I would REALLY like to know what your game is here, whoever you are. This isn't very funny, you know?"

As to be expected, there was no response and there wouldn't be, no matter how many questions either of them asked or how loud they asked them. By now, the room was filled with the gas, causing Miia's nipples to harden and the tip of her sheathed anatomy to peek from the fluffy covering. Miia couldn't help it and she assumed that it was just because she was a closet exhibitionist or something and was nearby a cute, nude human. However, she did glance at her, "Sorry. Can't help it."

[Assistant]
Unfortunately for Sakurako, the foxy futanari before her just seemed to be as clueless about what exactly was going on right now as she was in the end. At least the college student appeared to be a rather normal person all in all. The captive cutie had been bullied all her life and truly couldn't bare any racist thoughts towards a person for simply being a furry (much less one as attractive as her). "I-I'm Sakurako M-Miyazaki. I c-commission websites and u-usually just st-stay home..." She meekly replied, her face a mix of fear and embarrassment.

The doomed damsel warily joined the sexy stranger in calling out to whoever possibly trapped them in this mirrored prison, but sadly there was no response whatsoever. Still, the bashful bookworm began to brightly blush, as not only did Miia's nipples harden, but the sheath she neglected to cover began to sprout the tip of her girthy length. Her awkward expression certainly wasn't going away as her lowest hand felt a bit damp down there. The flustered wallflower didn't even want to think how much the sensitive nose of the taller woman could smell it. "C-Could you pl-please cover y-yourself...?" She slowly asked.

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The girl finally mentioned her name, though it took a minute to get the words from between the stuttering. This was just her luck, stuck in a room with probably the shyest girl she had ever met. If they ever found a way out of here, it was unlikely that the girl would be much help. In any event, she may as well be nice about it, "Good to meet you!"

After the two failed to get any kind of response, Miia sighed and, in the process, smelled something. Seemed to be coming from Sakurako. Miia raised an eyebrow at the girl's question when it came seconds later. This girl was way too sheltered! Miia implied such with her own response, "I don't see why I should. I doubt it makes a bit of difference either way. I mean, do you sleep naked? I doubt it. Even if you did, someone had to have seen you when you were brought here, right? It's a little late for modesty, I would think."

Even as she spoke, a little more of her blue erection rose from its sheath, revealing a wide crown that protruded an inch out. It was unknown just how much more was hidden, but at the rate it was going, between the gas and the girl's scent, the answer would soon be found out. Besides, if Sakurako was unfamiliar with canine species, she may not even know that when it was fully out, there would be a knot at the base. So, Miia made no effort to cover herself as she asked, "So, do you have any ideas?"

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Sakurako desperately wanted to escape this embarrassing situation, but the arctic fox before her thought it was a good idea to waste time on picking out a nickname for her. Even worse, the foxy redhead wouldn't even cover her growing canine length. She even went on a small rant of why she wasn't going to bother when she could've already just blocked it with her hand already instead of monologuing like this!

Speaking of that puppy phallus, only more of it continued to reveal itself with the gas in the room. What was even more awkward was the fact it happened to be a dark blue, making it definitely stick out from her lightly-hued fur. Thus, the bashful bookworm was awkwardly looking to the side. Her confidence was dwindling as she felt a white drop run down her leg. "M-Maybe we c-could use that... t-table... to break the mirrors...?" The doomed damsel slowly suggested.

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Sakurako looked away when she said that and Miia rolled her eyes. This was hopeless. She wasn't sure that the girl was going to be brave enough to even have an escape attempt. To Miia, it was like she was going to have to pull all the weight. Just as she was about to get up off the bed, she heard the girl speak, still refusing to look at her, "M-Maybe we c-could use that... t-table... to break the mirrors...?"

Miia glanced at the small table with the things on it and shrugged, "I'm quite positive that they had thought of that, whoever this 'they' are. But, fine, we'll try it." She slipped off the bed, her cock sliding another inch out of her sheath, the tip gleaming with some liquid, and walked over to the small table. She looked at the stuff on it, glanced back at the girl, then turned her gaze to the table again, "Okay, here, hold on to these then." Miia began to lightly toss the things towards Sakurako: Three dildos, each length at three inches, five inches, and seven inches, a ball gag, a crop, a couple of bottles of massage oil and a bottle of lube, what looked like nipple clamps, and a collar and pair of animal ears. The items landed all around her, perhaps far too close for comfort, but she at least made sure that she didn't hit her with anything.

Then, showing the strength of a Fox species, Miia lifted the small table said, "Feel free to enjoy yourself while I try this. You smell like you need it anyway." She then heaved the table against the nearby mirror wall, the wood shattering and leaving the mirror unharmed. Within seconds, the secret people pressed a few buttons, displeased with the action, and pumped even more aphrodisiac gas into the room. Within that time, about most of Miia's cock was out of her sheath, a full six inches. All that was missing was the knot at the base, but there wouldn't be much more time before it appeared with the gas and the girl's scent in the air...

[Assistant]
Fortunately for Sakurako, the foxy futanari finally agreed to a suggestion she made. The arctic wonder did have a point though in that whoever kidnapped them might have put some good money into the mirrored walls that held them captive. The bashful bookworm at least didn't have to look at Miia's slowly growing length (and her sizable bust) now. The wary wallflower adorably eeped though as she was soon surrounded by the sexual implements that the athletic woman lightly tossed in her direction (despite clearly being warned about it). Still, she was physically fine in the end.

Sakurako's blush leaped up in intensity at least several leagues as she heard the comment she heard next though, scrambling to briefly move her hand to wipe the embarrassing liquid off her leg. Her misfortune only continued as the tossed table simply shattered into pieces against the wall despite the taller woman's canine strength. It only got worse as the captive cutie felt herself straight shivering with arousal. Her eyes just couldn't stop looking at Miia now.

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There seemed to be an increase in the scent's intensity and Miia turned her gaze from the wreckage of the table back to the bed just in time to see Sakurako wiping her leg. She rolled her eyes when she noticed where the quite, shy girl was looking. All she could think of was, _Great. Girl's definitely in heat... no, humans don't have heats. She's aroused in any case. Is she some pervert who gets off on this sort of thing?_

She looked down at her own erection and sighed. Guess that made her one too? In any case, Miia walked over to the bed and crawled atop of it beside the girl and sat down with her legs crossed. She then leaned over and took the girl's hands and pulled her slightly, "Alright, come on. Sit up and let's talk."

If Sakurako tried to resist, Miia would more firmly pull on her until the human had stopped laying down and was sitting across from her, face to face. Miia tilted her head to the side, "Look, Sakurako, right? I've noticed that you keep looking at me like you're doing now. We're not likely getting out of her for a while. I see no doors and it's not like we're going to be able to hide right? So, you may as well indulge. Ever see cock up close? I've seen you stare at me. I'll even let you explore it if you want. To tell you the truth, I haven't had any kind of fun in nearly a year now. Might be why it won't go down." She kind of doubted the girl would go for it, but why not? She was almost fully erect, horny, and had been in a dry spell for a while now. Besides, might be healthy for the human.

[Assistant]
Sakurako desperately couldn't understand why she was so aroused. The captive cutie may have been a shut-in, but it wasn't like she didn't... handle that in other ways. While the foxy woman before her was quite attractive, the bashful bookworm wasn't exactly one to drop head over heels for someone like this. She could only guess it had to be something in the room. There wasn't exactly any odd smells in the air though. The shy wallflower was trying to ignore that one of them in the air was the juices on her hand...

Nonetheless, she was still blushing pretty hard as Miia made her way to the bed and took a hold of her hands, completely revealing her naked form! Thus, she was easily caught off guard and pulled into a sitting position. The poor girl almost fainted with embarrassment as the raunchy redhead started to immediately give a speech about how the two of them having sex was the next rational option! She didn't want to exactly jump into it, but the athletic anthro currently had a pretty powerful grip of her at the moment. "O-OK..." Sakurako warily squeaked out, futilely hoping Miia didn't have a knot...

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Miia rolled her eyes at the shy human girl's reaction. This girl was seriously hopeless. She didn't like the shy wallflower type because they were the kind of people who didn't take leaps. Sure, the situation they were in wasn't a good one, but what else was there to do? There wasn't a chance that she could break one of the mirrors on her own and she was certainly the stronger and more fit of the two. Maybe she would wail on one of them with a table leg, but it was unlikely she could burst her way through. Hell, for all she knew, there was a wall just behind the mirror she chose and her efforts would be wasted.

So, what else was there to do? Miia was growing hornier by the second and the human girl's smell was becoming harder to resist. Maybe she was being too forceful? She didn't know. Humans were weird. Anthros enjoyed the primal acts and were often quite forceful with each other. It had been far too long since she had sex and that had been with some slutty bunny who was in the middle of a heat.

Miia sighed and let go of the girl, "Okay, fine. You don't seem to be as into this as your body wants me to believe. That's okay with me. But, let me remind you that we're fucking trapped here, gods know where, on a fine bed dripping wet. What else is there to do? If I can't break out of here, I doubt you can. Maybe we're both far too wound up and can't think straight, right? I know full well that I can't concentrate when I'm horny and don't you deny that you're making a growing wet spot either. So, if you don't want to take a chance and have some fun so we can relax, then the least you can do is watch because I'm going to cum one way or another, even if it's by my own hand." Maybe she was a little harsh, but the girl had to wake up and face reality. For all either of them knew, they were never getting out of the room...


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There was a manila folder placed within her hand as she continued to look around. Forgetting the exact name of the boss that she was going to have to report herself too. Rel had decided to take the job as a secretary. It paid decently and she liked the advertisement in the classified's add---especially the part that said 'New experiences await. Welcome to your future.' And everyone in the area seemed to be extremely attractive as well. All wearing outfits that would make Rel's current outfit seem more modest. Some of the women were wearing nothing but tight fitting corsets with a blazer on top of it.

_I feel so out of my league!_ she began to think inside of her head. Self-doubt plaguing her thoughts, but she needed to push ahead! clacked her footsteps all the way toward her new boss' office. His name was printed on the door, but she knew her manners. It was unwise to walk in on someone when they didn't expect you. Brushing a bit of her black hair behind her ear, she knocked three times on the door and said, "Hello? This is Rel. The new secretary? Is anyone there?"

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Drake Holland was the Chief Financial Officer of Wander Towers. His office was a large suite that encompassed multiple rooms and its own drinks bar. His desk was very large, its top made out of Lebanese cherry. His chair was hand-crafted by master carpenters and upholsterers in Italy. Everything about the room spoke of wealth, of power. He was on the phone at the moment, on a video conference call with one of his business partners in China. His Chinese was still rough, but passable enough to facilitate communication. "Thank you for your continued business, Mr. Xiang," he said, switching to English. "I assure you that our partnership is, and will continue to remain, lucrative."

He bowed his head toward the monitor, and then hung up the call. He flexed his neck, stretching it left and right, and then called out for his secretary. "Sophia," he called out. "Can you get the files for the Ludson accoun---oh." That's right, he reminded himself. Sophia was no longer his secretary; she had gone on to bigger and better things. Drake had warmly embraced her promotion, and written her a glowing letter of recommendation, in fact. But still, her absence would be missed.

Drumming his fingers on the desk, he checked his watch. Her replacement was supposed to arrive any moment now---she just arrived in fact. Drake stood up, and opened the door. He was a handsome man in his early 40s, with a healthy complexion and a wrinkle to his eyes that suggested he tended to smile quite a lot. "Hello, Rel." He took her hand, and shook it, although his fingers lingered perhaps a bit too long upon her own. "I'm Drake Holland, your new boss. Why don't you come in and take a look around? I'll expect that you'll want the grand tour."

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The door opened and she gasped. The man standing in front of her was an attractive older man, looks that could kill. Every word that was uttered from his mouth was suave and it made her feel more and more comfortable every moment. When he addressed her she looked a little shocked, raising her brown eyes over the rim of her black glasses. "Actually, that was one thing I wanted to talk to you about. My name is actually Rebecca... I think the lady in human resources just forgot to spell out my first name or something!" she said nervously, but then took a step backward.

The room smelled so masculine. The scent of hand crafted wood had the smell of money more than the actual bills themselves. Everyone could hold a stack of bills, but few men could actually achieve an office that smelled like it belonged somewhere in Europe. Considering that she was currently wearing nothing but floral smells, something that he would have been able to notice if he leaned in closer or stood behind her when she ran her hands through her hair.

After she shook his hand she nodded her head downward and even crossed her right ankle behind the other. With her little curtsy (possibly from the nerves of meeting a new boss), Rebecca hid her blushing face and walked around the office. Her wide chocolate orbs expressing the ''Oohhhhs'' and ''Ahhhhhsss'', but her mouth staying closed through her pale pink painted lips.

Turning around she faced him and said, "I suppose this is the time where we talk about your expectations of me. I want to make sure I do well to please you, Mister Holland! I have to say that I come from a good school with a background in Economics. I also am never late!" Rebecca, feeling the second stage of her nervousness set in, realized that she was going to be very truthful with the next part. "But I have to admit I can be rather hot headed when provoked. I don't think that is going... oh ..." her cheeks grew deeper shades of crimson, "I suppose I made a fool of myself again."

[Assistant]
"Rebecca... that is a very lovely name. I'm sorry about the mistake." Drake made a mental note to fix the oversight the next time he talked to the HR Director. He looked her up and down. She was very pretty, and young. Drake had always been privately of the opinion that glasses only added to a woman's sex appeal, rather than detract from it, and Rebecca was certainly no exception.

He wondered if she had heard about the company's reputation. How anyone with work experience at Wander Towers inevitably went on to successful careers of their own. Former secretaries were now Wall Street traders, high-profile journalists, even Fortune 500 CEOs. But there was another side to the rumors, too. Sexual harassment was a way of life in the company; attractive women could expect to find themselves leered at and openly groped.

"This is the main office, where I greet our clients," he said, showing Rebecca around at the expansive leather furniture, the seats and couches and, of course, the drinks bar. It had a spectacular view of the city through the large window. "Over there is my private office, where I conduct my work. And through there is the conference room, where I conduct high-level meetings." He gestured into the next room, where a large, lacquered table took up the majority of the space.

"You'll be my executive secretary. Have you had any experience as a personal assistant, Rebecca?" he led her over to one of the chairs and sat across from her, crossing his legs in a manner that was not entirely unfriendly, but definitely indicated he was studying her intently.

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Rebecca wasn't against getting her foot into the door and then working her way up the ladder. It was how she did most of her work interactions and as she watched his pleasant eyes look her over---from her black frame glasses, to her bust cleavage peaking through the stretching buttons of her white top, and then to her curvy rump. But the man wasn't being overtly obvious about it, in which she noticed that he was very professional. The rumors about the company were true. Everything here was overtly sexualized and expressed and honestly... Rebecca felt like she could thrive in this sort of environment. Already Rebecca was enjoying her job quite a bit, just by having an attractive boss. This little thought ignited her mind of devious ideas, but she only exposed it with a very faint smile.

"Alright got it, client greeting office," she said taking a mental note and running her soft hand along the expensive leather. The touch feeling erotic to her skin and the feeling of looking over the city with the large windows made Rebecca also feel like she had made a very wise decision taking this job. Already her confidence was beaming high and she could feel her chin raise up. She could see herself working in this department shortly, directly under Mr. Holland... in more than one way.

"I actually have not been a personal assistant, but you'll find that I'm very quick on my toes," she said with a reassuring smile that beamed the confidence as her nervous mannerisms were slipping away. "I'm also very quick to catch on," she continued to say sitting in the chair across from him as he continued to look at her body. It was obvious, but Rebecca was liking it, and made it obvious by the way she crossed her hands inside of her lip---only squishing her ample breasts together slightly. "Would you like to give me a little test, just to see if I am up to your standards?" she said with a tilted head, pushing her glasses up her nose.

[Assistant]
Drake seemed amused by her confidence. In all honesty, he found it quite refreshing. He liked the women who worked for him to have fire, to have a spirit. It made them all the more interesting. And Rebecca was brimming with confidence, even after her earlier gaffe. He watched the cute way she pushed her glasses up her nose with the tip of her finger periodically. He wondered if she was even aware she was doing it.

Indeed, although Drake's manners and speech were impeccable and professional, it was obvious that he was ogling her quite clearly. His gaze seemed to linger most on her cleavage, and on her legs.

"Very well, Rebecca, let's see how you take dictation." He stood up and crossed to sit behind his desk. He opened one of the drawers and produced a tablet and stylus. It was the twenty-first-century version of a notepad, come complete with auto-correct and spelling suggestions. He sat in his executive armchair, the great leather-backed monstrosity that had probably cost more than most small cars. "I'm going to ramble off a typical example of a phone call or a policy directive. Come, sit, and let's see how well you do."

Unfortunately, there was nowhere for her to sit; he had taken the only chair. And then, she realized, he must mean to sit on his desk with her legs swinging free off the side. He watched her expectantly, to see what she'd do.

[User]
It took a moment for Rebecca to understand his request. Her head tilted and she was silent as she ran her hand through the ends of her dark hair. Was he meaning to see up her skirt in the process? The company was living up to it's reputation and Rebecca took his request in stride---if not more. She raised herself from the position she was in and began to walk to his side of the desk. Slowly even, latching her eyes on to him as if they were already playing the game and she was already being tested. Her fingers rolled against the smooth surface until her body was abnormally close to his. He would be able to smell her now, the feminine scent coming from her anticipated aroused state, as well as her soaps and perfumes.

Rebecca paused for that moment and placed her hand on his thigh. Her fingers curving into the muscle of his leg as she bent over slightly. Her face hanging in front of his as she said very softly, but with enough breath to warm his face, "Excuse me, sir" She pressed on his legs until he would give way to her, and then she placed her hands behind her on the desk. Slowly jumping up to slide her rump on the expensive piece of furniture---probably worth more than her yearly salary!

A normal woman would have crossed her legs right there, but Rebecca had came into this job wanting to walk the ladder as quickly as she could. And if he boss seemed kind and willing to help her, not to mention very attractive on the eyes, teasing and giving into her sexual whims seemed like the perfect deal. She raised her black high heeled foot to the side of his chair and pressed it there, swiveling his chair so he would face her directly on. They were so close, she could feel the heat of his body... and she could feel the anticipation within her breath.

Her knees were not completely open, but already her skirt was slipping past her hips and showing off more of her legs, as well as her inner thighs. Grabbing the tablet and then the small keyboard, she latched it on to surface and placed it on her lap. "Shall we begin?" she asked. Wondering if this was going to be the type of situation in if she had any typos, she would have to pay for it by bending over his desk...

[Assistant]
_Oh, we have a live one,_ Drake thought. The girl was not only receptive to his suggestions, but she actually seemed to encourage them. Almost dangerously so. Did she think to wrap him around her little finger by plying him with her sexual wiles? If so, she was sure to be disappointed. He would have to train her, show her over the weeks and months that he was the one in control, not her.

Nevertheless, he decided to give her the opportunity to at least demonstrate her skills. "To whom it may concern," he began. "It has come to my attention that many of you have been exceedingly liberal with your expensive accounts. While we do encourage entreating our clients to the... generosities they have come to expect, we also do expect you to behave prudently and cost-effectively. Starting the first of next month, Wander Inc. will no longer provide..." and so on and so forth. He didn't stop, didn't pause, but looked to see if she was writing it all down. When it appeared that she was, he decided to raise the stakes a little.

"Very good, Rebecca. Now let's see how well you can focus under distractions." He started to speak again, but this time, he put his hands on her legs, slowly moving them upwards. He kept moving them until they disappeared up her skirt---a very obvious infraction of her personal space. She felt his fingers tickling at her inner thighs underneath her skirt, stroking at the edges of her underwear in fact.

And still he kept talking, as if nothing whatsoever out of the ordinary was happening. He leaned in, sneaking a peek at her blouse underneath her suit jacket.

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And Rebecca continued typing at an alarmingly fast rate. Her fingers practically sprawling all over the small keyboard, showing how fast and nimble they should be, but as she continued typing---her glasses continued to slide further and further down her nose. It seemed that Rebecca was getting rather flustered with trying to keep up, but she wanted to prove that she was worthy to be his secretary and more. But she had to admit that she was relieved when he stopped speaking and was proud of her work.

"Thank you, sir," she said with a beaming smile, but she was not expecting what was to come after. His hands were so warm against her also warm thighs, already massaging into her smooth and soft skin, etching upward as she squirmed her thighs a bit. Spreading them lightly and feeling a gasping breath come from her mouth as she looked past the computer screen and to the outline of his hands moving up her very tight and black skirt. "Under distractions..." she mimicked from him and pushed her glasses up her nose with her forearm. Taking a large breath and then saying, "I... *gasp*... think I should be able to manage." Her legs spread a bit further as his fingers edged the side of her silky and matching black thong.

Slipping her foot on his char away to give more room to his hands, there was the sound of her heel dropping to the floor beneath them. Not only was her glistening and fresh slit molten warm to the touch, but it was already wet against her panties. Still, as she placed the surface a bit further up on her lap, her foot found it's way to his thigh. Lightly sliding up the side of his leg while she would type his second message. Trying to see if she could distract him as well, as her red painted toenails edged further up his leg.

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Drake had to give it to the girl. She responded to the pressure admirably, even when he cheated by sliding his hands up her skirt, something that would probably not happen in a real-life situation. Although... wouldn't it be fun, he mused, to take Rebecca into a meeting, and force her to take notes while she sat on his lap, bouncing on his throbbing cock? Or maybe keep her under his desk, making her lick his dick and balls while he worked. His perverted mind seemed positively awash with possibilities. Whatever the case, he could tell that he was going to have great fun with this one.

He stopped speaking, and said, "Now, read that back to me." It was his turn to listen as she spoke; of course, he simply had to push the envelope, to see what he could get away with. While she read his memo back to him, he played with the lacy edges of her black thong, going so far as to stroke her vagina through the material. By the touch of things, she was already very wet, which actually surprised Drake a little. He had expected Sophia's replacement to be hesitant, uncertain. Rebecca, by contrast, seem to leap into the environment with both feet.

Speaking of feet... he smirked when he felt something crawl up his leg, and looked down to see her red-painted toes teasing up his thigh. He wondered idly if she was a nymphomaniac, and needed a daily dose of fucking.

"Let's abandon this pretense, shall we, Rebecca?" He smiled a sweet smile at her. "I have a sudden yearning to take you right here on this desk. What do you think about that?"

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"It has come to my attention that many of you have been exceedingly liberal with your expensive accounts. While we do encourage entreating our clients to the... generosities they have come to expect, we also do expect you to behave prudently and cost-effectively. Starting the first of next month, Wander Inc. will no longer provide... *gasp*... I can't fucking take it anymore," Rebecca said as he continued to tease his fingers up against her wet panties. The heat from her insides was almost an inferno beneath her skirt that was continuing to slip up her thighs. It was a relief when she heard the next few words slip out of Mr. Holland's mouth.

Rebecca grinned and licked her lips until they glistened wet with her saliva. "You want to take me, right now? Right here? On your very expensive desk?" she toyed with her wet and inviting mouth. Grinning as she looked at him above her glasses. Moving her hand toward her gray blazer and slowly sliding it off of her body. Leaving nothing but the white button-up that was barely staying closed from her ample tits. "You don't want a bit of foreplay first? I am rather skilled with my mouth, you know..." she said with her sole of her foot brushing past his upper thigh. Seeing to feel how aroused he was while they were speaking.

"I already know you're quite articulate, Mr. Holland, I wonder if you can help me with my articulation too? I hear it's all about how you move your tongue... want to try?" Rebecca continued, without asking more questions. She scooted herself further down the desk, which only made her skirt bunch up around her hips. And then she grabbed Drake's tie from beneath his suit. Using it as a method to pull him in closer and hover her soft lips above his momentarily. Before pressing them with an aching desire against his, smearing her pale lipstick against his own lips, and letting her warm tongue slip between his mouth and toy with his own. Moaning into their kisses.

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Drake gave the woman a look as she planted the sole of her foot on his crotch, measuring his arousal. It seemed that she was used to taking liberties with her men. In time, this quality might require correction, but for now, he allowed it. In truth, he liked to see some spirit in a woman, a certain amount of initiative. He certainly couldn't begrudge her that. But if she did overstep her boundaries---well, perhaps he would have to throw her over his knee and spank her, hard.

Then she was wrapping her fingers around his tie, and using it to tug him upward, toward her waiting mouth. Her knee was bent, her foot pressing into his groin, and he took the opportunity to place a kiss on her knee in passing. Then he straightened his posture, leaning up towards her mouth, so that even with her heel pressing him down in his seat he could enjoy her lips.

"What do you consider foreplay, Miss Mayer?" he murmured into her mouth. His own tasted of brandy and cigars, a very masculine taste. He didn't seem to mind that she was smearing her lipstick over his mouth, as it allowed him a chance to fence with her tongue. He swept the wet pink muscle around her mouth, exploring it, polishing her teeth... getting to know it quite intimately, in fact. He swallowed some of her saliva, and he was sure that she swallowed some of his.

Meanwhile, he reached around with his arms, and, even with her knee bent between them, wedged his fingers between her ass and the desk's polished surface. He gave her shapely posterior a squeeze, a gesture that was almost possessive.


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The hallway seemed a never-ending supply of doors that held nothing of value. Some disappeared when Erika neared them, some were simply painted on the wall, and other led to rooms that she clearly didn't want to enter. About ready to give up, she heard something. Was that... music? Slowing down, she found the door that it seemed to be coming from and paused. Erika wasn't sure what she'd find behind it, but at least this one seemed to be different than the rest. Slowly she turned the knob and pushed it open.

Of course Malphas was there. Looking at ease and handsome as sin... even with his horns and blue skin... as she met his eyes. She couldn't believe that she actually felt relief, but it was the first room that she felt safe entering. Stepping inside, the floor was soft with moss, and at least the eerie glow provided some light... along with the strange open wall. Was it open? Walking over slowly to it, she put her hand out and found that it was glass. That, at least, was a relief. No accidental falls. Turning back to him, she spoke. "What is this building?"

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Malphas's gaze followed her to the glass wall, and he chuckled softly. "It's whatever I desire it to be, my pet. For the sake of discussion, though, it is my sanctuary. This is where I feel most at home, with the twisting corridors and diminishing stairways. I believe your world has a concept that comes very close to describing it. The mind palace. Though, your species can not make your mind palaces tangible." He settled back in his chair, absently gesturing to the door, which shuts firmly with a note of finality, then winks out of existence, leaving her with no visible means of escape.

"I've been watching you for eight months now, Erika. I know you more intimately than anyone else in your life. Tell me... why have you never given yourself to another? I know that your body is ripe and hungry for satisfaction, and you pleasure yourself regularly. You're beautiful and lush enough to lure any man or woman you desired.  So, what has held you back from seeking the fulfillment I know you crave?" As he spoke, those inhuman eyes moved languidly over her form, as if he could see precisely what lay beneath her clothes... of course, given what he was saying, he had seen that much and more many times over.

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Erika looked out at the tangled and foreign landscape, wondering if she'd actually wake up, or if this was her new reality. It was starting to seem more and more like the latter. Spinning toward the door when she hears it slam shut, she sighed in disappointment when it disappeared and knew that she was trapped. He controlled the reality here, and it was beginning to get very annoying. Mind palaces were psychological tools as far as Erika knew, so if he really was from some other plane of existence, he knew quite a bit about 'her world.'

When he spoke about watching her, she wanted to believe it wasn't true, but then he started to mention facts that no one... not even her mother... knew about her. He could guess about the masturbation thing, but she couldn't think of anyone who really knew that she was a virgin. She felt no need to advertise it. Blushing crimson and averting her eyes at the awkward situation, she cleared her throat a bit and tried to think of what to say.

"First of all, stop calling me your pet. I'm not your pet. Second, you say my species. What species are you? It's obvious that you're different unless that's a really incredible make-up job. Third, if what you're saying is true, that's a massive invasion of privacy. Besides, there's no way you can know my sexual history. Why would a 26 year old be a virgin? I can assure you I'm not." She tried to add a confident smile to make the lie more convincing, but even she knew it sounded false.

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He cocked his head, listening with that infuriating smile on his lips as she proceeded to scold him, one brow arching upward. "Humans call us demons, but we don't typically use that term. We are far more varied than your species, but as a whole we refer to ourselves as Abisol. Your legends of demonic and monstrous creatures arise from encounters with our kind, usually far back in your history, before we realized that you would develop so much." His gaze shifted to the glass wall, gazing out over the blasted landscape with a thoughtful expression. "We were curious about you. Of course, now when one of our kind wishes to interact with a human, we bring you into our realm... and you never go back. Or, if you do... well, how many who speak of seeing demons in the flesh are taken at their word?"

He looked back at her, laughing softly as she tried to feign sexual experience. "Really, my pet, you're just making a fool of yourself. You think I can't look at you and know instantly that you've never had sex? One thing your people got right about mine, is that we enjoy the corruption of innocence. It has nothing to do with so abstract a concept as a soul, but more with the process and the depths to which your species can delve once they are given a taste of something they have been conditioned to believe is wrong. We have nothing like that in our world. The way that you fight your body's instinctual urge to fuck is thrilling. Even know, I can sense your arousal, and your repulsion over your attraction to me."

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Erika wasn't surprised to hear him use the term 'demon.' She likely would have defaulted to that if he hadn't used it himself, although this 'Abisol' was new to her. If what he was saying was indeed true, then this was incredibly interesting and she had many questions. Not that she wanted to stay any longer than was strictly necessary, of course. She clearly expected to either wake up or convince him to return her soon. When he said that most of the time the humans didn't return, her gaze snapped to him. "I certainly hope that you're not thinking of keeping me here. You're going to take me back as soon as possible."

Her tone was surprisingly confident, but when he went on to talk about her sexual inexperience, her expression faltered a bit. It wasn't as if she was completely innocent. She'd fooled around with some past boyfriends, and even tried oral on a couple of guys... although they'd never returned the favor. However, he was right. She'd been conditioned to believe that sex before marriage was wrong, and she had been waiting for the right man to come along. "Repulsion is correct. Attraction is not. And if your species is so advanced, surely something like sex is bestial and beneath you."

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"What, exactly, do you think you're going to do to make me take you back? You've seen my power here, my pet. And surely you know by now that unless I will it, there's no way you can leave." Malphas rose from his chair and walked across to stand at the glass wall beside her, gazing out over the seemingly endless reaches of his realm, hands folded in the small of his back and a smirk touching his lips.

"Your species judges advancement in a very odd way, Erika. The idea that, as a species gains knowledge and control over their surroundings they must shed their animal nature, is ludicrous. No matter how intelligent one becomes, they remain, in essence, a beast. We are creatures of mind and body, intellect and instinct, and the way to fully gain control is to accept and embrace both aspects of your make-up." He turned to face her, briefly baring his teeth, revealing the pointed tips of his incisors and flicking that long, dexterous tongue over his curved lips. "You see sex as bestial? Then what better being than myself to bring out the animal in you, my pet."

He stepped closer, suddenly behind her, his strong arms curling around her slight form to pull her back firmly against his chest. His skin was feverish, smooth as silk and stretched taught over firm muscles that flexed slightly as he held her fast. "I find it amusing, little one, that you continue to lie about your physical attraction to me. I can feel your need, smell it in the air. You have convinced yourself that you shouldn't desire me, and so your mind tries to deny your body what it so clearly craves." His lips teased the curve of her ear as he held her tight, tongue briefly tracing over her skin, a low growl rumbling in his chest as the thick erection trapped beneath his pants, and pressed against her back, gave a throb.

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Erika knew that her threats were pointless, but what else was she supposed to say? 'Oh yes, I totally accept spending eternity here with you. Sounds cool. Do you get Netflix? Can I get some trashy romance novels? I mean, I feel like there's going to be some free time...' Yes. That was definitely believable. If he had the power, then she'd just have to make him will it. She could be annoying. Maybe that would work. For now, though, she had to worry about nearly 7 feet of demon standing right beside her.

Everything he said made surprising sense, and she hated that. Why couldn't he be completely unreasonable? It would be so much easier to just throw out everything he said then, but he was clearly incredibly intelligent, and she found herself enjoying listening to his deep voice speak what seemed like true statements. Not that she wanted to believe it, of course. When he faced her, she was surprised to see how long and... agile... his pointed tongue was, and before she could react, he was behind her. Yanked back against his hard form, her ass was cushioned directly against his clear arousal. Swallowing as he held her firmly.

Breathing hard, she licked her lips and shivered when he teased her ear with that tongue she had been admiring, and hated that her own pussy throbbed in response to the same reaction in his erection. "No matter how my body reacts, my mind still doesn't want you... Malphas."

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Malphas shifted one arm down to wrap around her waist, easily holding her in position with one arm so his other had a better range of movement. "That's okay, Erika. Right now, it's not your mind I'm concerned with." His soft chuckle brushed across the skin on her neck as he lowered his head further, enjoying the feel of her curls tickling his face. As his lips explored the side of her neck, his free hand rose to cup one breast, fingers curling around it as his thumb arrowed in on her nipple and lightly circled the peak through the cotton of her dress.

"Your body is incredibly responsive, my pet. Tell me, why have you been fighting against your nature for your entire adult life, trying to be a good girl when you live in the body of a wanton slut?" His lips curled into a grin against her neck, allowing the faint graze of wickedly sharp teeth to menace the delicate surface of her skin. "I'm curious to hear what sort of fantasies you have when you're pleasuring yourself. I'm willing to bet that your mind is far filthier than you'd care to admit. Are you ashamed after you cum? Worry that you'll never find anyone who will accept you for the whore you are?"

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Even though Malphas switched to only one arm holding her and the other moving freely, Erika still couldn't escape from the iron band around her waist. Even the dark chuckle against her skin caused goosebumps to rise and the small hairs at the nape of her neck to stand on end. Everything he did seemed to earn a reaction from her, and she wished that she could force her body to just remain completely impassive and neutral. That was impossible, though, when he was kissing along her sensitive neck and cupping her breast. Her breath came in shorter pants and she couldn't stop the shudder that came when he brushed her nipple with his thumb... nor the fact that it hardened immediately.

Erika also wished he wouldn't talk, as his voice did strange things to her. The rich baritone made her stomach clench and her core throb in response, which was no help in this situation. His accurate appraisal of her life made her angry, but the scrape of her teeth made her own catch her bottom lip. There was no way she'd tell him any fantasies, but he was right that her mind was a filthy one. The mention of a whore, though, earned a slight stiffening of her body.

"If you want a whore, then I suggest you try Nevada, Amsterdam or Thailand. Hell, even Belgium and New Zealand are good on that count. Me? Not so much..." Her body might have tensed momentarily, but everything he was doing was making her wetter and more pliant... which, of course, Malphas undoubtedly knew.

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Malphas's velvet laughter enveloped them as he lifted his head briefly to peer at Erika, that cocky grin curling his lips. "Oh, the indignation is simply adorable. Your body craves sex. You were, quite literally, built for fucking, my pet. Why do you get so offended when someone implies that you might do so for monetary compensation? Where is the downside in enjoying a romp with a stranger, and being paid to do so?" The hand on her breast tightened and he growled a bit as he realized he was hindered by the need to hold her.

"Right, this is less than ideal. One moment, please." He kept his arm around her waist, and lifted her off her feet, carrying her across the room to the chair he'd been sitting in when she arrived. With practiced ease, he lowered her onto the seat, at which point a leather strap wound around her waist to hold her in place as he released her and stepped back with a satisfied smile. "There, that's better. Now, to do something about those clothes." Malphas gave a theatrical flick of his fingers and her clothing seemed to vanish, leaving her nude and trapped on the cushioned seat... for the moment. "Mm... you are even more ripe in person, my pet. I have spent too many hours watching and wanting you, stroking my cock while thinking about all the pleasures we would share together. Reality is far better than any fantasy could hope to be."