Drew paused outside the black steel gates of Maplewood Manor. The rain pattered down on his umbrella. Up the driveway, a corporate party for which he was late raged into the night.
It’s the biggest building for miles, Mr. Keswin had said in his invitation. You can’t miss it! “Damn straight,” sighed Drew, pushing open the gate and heading for the door.
As the Assistant CFO of the biggest name in the auto industry, Drew Chaffer had something of an obligation to attend the party. How he hated parties. In Drew’s eyes, they were nothing but massive crowdings of people with tiny attention spans fueled by needle drugs and loud music. He’d much rather be at home watching a war movie or playing his piano.
Drew’s plan to stay for one, maybe two hours before making a French exit was foiled almost immediately when Mr. Keswin himself greeted him at the door.
“There he is!” he said with a grin. The slightly overweight engineer with a receding grey hairline and navy blue suit extended his left hand for a handshake, the other occupied by a glass of some pink beverage. “So glad you could make it! We were beginning to think you weren’t coming. Ah, who were we kidding? I knew I could count on you.”
Apparently, when Mr. Keswin said “we” it referred to himself and almost a dozen of his close advisors and partners. They were sat in couches in the centre of the house with the hundreds of other guests around them like planets in a star system. Naturally, he was practically dragged to join them and talk business.
Looks like I’m gonna be here awhile, thought Drew.
“So this is the Mr. Chaffer I’ve heard so much about,” said a bearded French businessman. “Very kind of you to join us. I hear you’ve been overseeing new expansion in continental France?”
Drew launched into a relatively dull monologue on business that he had somewhat prepared in advance. His hope was that his report on international growth of the company would launch a conversation that he wouldn’t need to take part in.
It worked. The group of rich men dove into a discussion in which Drew had no place. It wasn’t really a party at all; it was just another business meeting.
After what seemed like hours, Drew had almost had enough. Mingling, drinking, pounding music, all of these things made his head throb. He wanted to go home. Just as he was considering ducking out quietly, he saw her.
It was a slave girl, like the others he had seen that night. She was easily distinguishable by the black latex bodysuit issued to her by the Ministry of Indentury. It left only her feet, hands, and head revealed.
What caught Drew’s eye was how absolutely radiant she was to him. Something about her Asian complexion, her long shimmering hair, her puffy cheeks, the way her suit hugged her sides hypnotized him. Unfortunately, he had only seconds to stare at her as she brought a beverage and some red pills to the COO sitting opposite Drew.
“Excuse me,” said Drew, standing up. Wasted, Mr. Keswin made no objection. Drew followed the girl into another room. She was carrying a tray of drinks, struggling to balance them amidst the drunk people bumping into her and groping her. He managed to get a better look at her as she collected empty glasses from a counter. Her hair draped over her small, round breasts trapped underneath the rubber of her suit. Her eyes were a brown hue, enchanting almost, and her skin looked softer than-
“Where’ve you been, my boy?” said Mr. Keswin, slapping his hand onto Drew’s shoulder. Drew looked away, but Mr. Keswin noticed where he had been looking.
“Oh, I see. Eyeing down one of my girls, eh? Hey, you there!”
Like a dog recognizing it’s master’s voice, the girl looked up from the tray and towards Mr. Keswin. He gestured for her to come over.
Drew’s heart rocketed into his throat. He had never been with a woman before. A matter of minutes ago, he was simply checking her out. Now she was just being handed over to him?
She took a submissive pose, hands clasped behind her back and head tilted down.
“Give our guest here a good time, why don’t you?” he said.
“No, sir, you really don’t need to. She’s busy serving drinks-”
“Not at all, Drew! Consider it a gift from me to you.” He winked as he practically pushed the two down a corridor into a guest bedroom. Before he could say another word, the door slammed shut.
Drew turned to face the girl. She looked up at him with a neutral, almost blank stare. “Listen, I really don’t do this very often.”
“That’s okay,” she said, tugging at my shirt.
“No, seriously. I’ve never really had a girlfriend, and I’ve never wanted to go to the hassle of applying for a marriage licence, and I guess I just don’t want to lose my virginity to… to one of you? Not to offend you or anything. I’m kind of against indentured servitude, to be honest.”
Amidst Drew’s rambling, the girl had somehow gotten Drew’s shirt off and sat him down on the bed.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, putting her hand on his bare shoulder. “I do this all the time.” She started undoing his belt.
Drew was uncomfortable to be sure. He didn’t like that someone was not only being forced to have sex with him, but she was treating it casually. She almost didn’t care.
Drew sat next to the girl in his underwear. He was lightly toned and pale, not that the girl cared. He opened his mouth to speak again, but his clear thought was interrupted as the girl placed her hand on his crotch.
The feeling of someone touching Drew’s penis electrified him. He was overwhelmed with desire, tapping into his initial attraction to the girl.
She pulled off his briefs and flicked them to the wall. Without any hesitation, she ran her mouth over his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Drew let out a soft, instinctive moan. It stiffened almost immediately.
“Fuck…” he said, dismissing all his previous arguments. He didn’t care. He was having sex.
The submissive girl wrapped her lips around Drew’s fully erect penis. She seemed experienced, she could take it with ease.
Drew lay back on the soft bed. He let his body relax as the girl brought him ecstasy. He inhaled deeply as he ran his hand through her long draping hair.
Her hair.
Her black hair was soft as silk and flowed through his hands like water. It was the most pleasant thing he had ever touched. For just a moment, it drew him away from the oral sex and into pure admiration of the girl whose name he didn’t know.
Suddenly, he was back in the real world as she climbed on top of Drew in an amazon position. It occured to Drew that she was still in her suit.
“Aren’t you going to take it off?” he asked.
Wordless, she mounted him and lay her vagina over his penis, inserting it through a meshy hole in the latex body covering.
Drew put his hands on her rubber-covered bottom, guiding her up and down over his cock. In his stomach, he felt it; he was going to come soon. She leaned down and planted her lips on his, grabbing his hair. Drew ran his hands up and down her back.
The steamy sex encounter went on for some time. Drew was in heaven. He ran his sweaty hands every inch of her body, and even though she was covered in a layer of rubber, he felt like he memorized every part of her skin.
“I’m coming,” he whispered, desperately squeezing her boobs. The girl sped up her rhythm, bouncing on top of Drew until finally he tensed up and came inside of her. He lay back on his pillow in exhaustion. Seeing her work done, the girl climbed off of Drew and went to stand up, presumably to return to her duties.
Suddenly, what felt like thousands of emotions swarmed Drew at once. Excitement. Fear. Loneliness. Sympathy. Trust. In an act of pure impulse, he reached out to the girl and grabbed her hand. “Stay with me,” he said. He shuffled over in the bed, making room for another. The girl seemed outright confused. “Please. Just for awhile.”
Surprisingly to Drew, she smirked and climbed back onto the bed. She lay down next to him with a look of weariness.
With one hand, he held hers. With another, he pulled her closer by her lower back. He planted a single kiss on her forehead.
The two lay intertwined, skin against rubber, for what seemed like forever, and Drew felt a fulfillment that he had never experienced before. This emotion was more intense than that of raw sex with the girl, he felt a sort of connection to her not fueled by lust or biological desire. He hoped that she felt the same way.
A knock on the door broke his meditative state. “Hello?” started Mr. Keswin. “Sorry to interrupt, Drew, but I need to borrow the girl. We’re out of wine.”
Reluctantly, the girl got up. Before she left the room in a hurry, she said one final thing to Drew.
“I want to see you again,” she said. “Try and find me sometime soon.” She pulled her hair away from her neck, revealing a small blue tattoo reading simply, “103”. She left him with one last smile, a different one than her earlier smirk. It was a face the meaning of which was unclear, but it gave Drew hope. And just like that, she was gone, leaving Drew alone and naked on the bed.
I think I love her, he thought.
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