He sighed and then patted his jacket pocket, checking for the tenth time that he had actually thought about bringing the CD. Then he reached into the waistband of his jeans to make sure he was wearing underwear. He did that for about the twentieth time since he left his place. And even before he had kept checking. So every reasonable cell in his brain was telling him that yes, he indeed wore something underneath these jeans, and the boxer briefs wouldn't just magically disappear, but still, he just couldn't stop checking.
After checking yet again, with his other hand this time, because you could never know, he finally reached out to ring the doorbell. But before his finger actually touched the button, he pulled his hand back. He was wearing them, but had he pulled them on right? He reached in his back to check for the tag. Inside. Good. He let out a deep breath. Fine. Everything was fine.
He double checked the address and tried turning the number outside of the house. Wouldn't budge. So it actually was number six and not nine. Not to mention the little name tag under the doorbell read DeLuca, just like the name on his slip of paper, which he now clumsily pushed back into his pockets.
Okay. Okay. He closed his eyes and actually rang the doorbell. And before he could give in to his initial instinct to just run away again, the door was opened by a confused looking very cute blond girl with curlers in her hair. Wait… was he in the right street?
”Uh, hello?” She was looking him up and down, still obviously confused.
“Err, hi. I'm… I'm Michael?“
“And?“ The confusion was slowly being replaced by amusement. Not like this made it any better.
“Michael from the agency?” Wrong house, wrong house. Damn.
“Was that a question, Michael-from-the-agency?” She was full out smirking now. Was that a game? She had to know who he was, didn't she?
”Uh. No.” He passed his hand through his hair. “Are you Maria DeLuca?” He quickly pulled his slip of paper back out of his pockets and unwrinkled it as good as possible. “Maria DeLuca living Evergreen Terrace 6?”
“Uh, yeah, that's me.” Now her frown was back. “Are you here to deliver something?”
”Uhm.” He bit his lip. “Kinda. Do you, uh, want me to play the delivery guy? ‘Cause they didn't say anything about costume when I got the instructions.”
“Instructions?” She was closing the door partially, and for a second he was afraid she'd close it right in his face. So much for his first day on the new job. “You got instructions to come here?”
“Yeah. From the agency? Didn't you hire me?” Maybe he was just not good and she could tell already. Maybe she just wanted to get rid of him.
“Hire you for what?” The door opened a little again.
“For the party.” And now that he said it… There was no party going on for all he could tell. No music, no talking. And this girl still had curlers in her hair. Something was going very wrong here.
“Oh!” She pulled the door back open and was smiling widely now. “Are you here to deliver a telegram? One of those best wishes kinda things?”
“Kinda.” He passed his hand through his hair again, making it more spikey. Maybe he should have used less gel. It felt rather hard to the touch by now. Or maybe he should just stop touching it at all.
“Come in, come in.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him inside, suddenly excited. He wished some of it would spring over on him. But then again, he could have gotten it way worse for his first job. At least she seemed nice and there wasn't a horde of old, needy women around, ready to grab his butt or other parts of his body.
“So, you're alone?” Michael looked around the house once he was fully inside, admiring the way it was furnished. It was simple, but elegant. The walls were scarcely covered with expensive looking paintings, no family pictures anywhere.
“Yeah...” She raised an eyebrow and glanced at the door again.
“Oh.” He frowned. “I was told there would be a party.”
Her face lit up again as quickly as it had first passed. “Yes. There will be. In a few hours.”
“Uh…” His frown deepened and he glanced at the crumbled piece of paper again, squinting his eyes to be able to read the numbers displayed on it. Did that look like a five, or was it rather an eight? Oh damn! With all the things he double and triple checked, he never once re-checked the time. “Oh, damn!”
“What? What is it?” She had walked up next to him and glanced at the paper in his hands as well.
“I'm too early.” He let out a deep sigh. Great. Now he would have to go through all of it yet again. Dammit!
“Oh, that's no big deal. You can help me with the preparations.” She shrugged. “I'll pay you the extra hours, of course.”
“Uh, okay.” Michael shrugged. Whatever. More money was good. And he had nothing else planned anyways.
“So, who hired you? Was it Tess or Isabel?” She started to walk through the house and looked over her shoulder, nodding her head so he would follow her. And he did.
“Uhm, I don't know. Sorry. I didn't take the call, I just got the instructions later. From the agency.” They stopped in the kitchen and he raised his eyebrow, surveying the chaos in it. It clashed with the otherwise neat and tidy interior of her house.
“Oh, the agency, right.” Maria smiled at him. “It's okay, I'll find out later.” She shrugged and then opened the oven, cursing when a huge batch of smoke came her way. “Damn!” She started to reach inside when Michael sprang forward to catch her arm and keep her from doing so.
“Whoa, wait! Not without an oven cloth.” He slowly let go of her arm, ready to hold her back again in case it didn't go through to her. She must be very stupid that he had to remind her in the first place.
“Oh, right.” She blushed and giggled nervously. “An oven cloth. I knew that.” She bit her lip and Michael's gaze dropped to them, marvelling at how full and pouty they were. Yes, he really could have gotten someone way worse for his first job. But then again… He could feel himself getting harder the longer he stared at her lips. And that was really not appropriate at all.
“Good.” He quickly took a few steps away from her, trying to calm down. “So, where is it?”
”The oven cloth.”
”Oh.” She giggled again, still as nervous as before. “Somewhere in the cabinet?”
”Is that a question?” He couldn't help returning her own words back to her, although it probably wasn't wise to piss off the client. She smiled though.
“Haha, very funny.” She smirked and he smirked back. Damn, she was really, really cute.
“You don't do this very often, do you? Cooking?” Michael glanced at her in between searching the cabinets for the oven cloth.
“What gave me away?” She chuckled.
“For once, you keep your oven cloth in the cabinet.” He had finally found one and waved it at her, making her blush. “And you don't really need me to keep going, do you?” He pulled out whatever she had tried to bake in the oven and raised an eyebrow at her. It was some brown and black mush, smelling very burned and faintly of... cinnamon?
She blushed even harder and shuffled her feet. “I'm not good with this stuff. You know, now I wonder why I didn't think about hiring you myself, Michael.” She flashed him a smile.
“Uh, that's not really in my job description.” Michael found her trash bin and emptied the unmentionables in there.
“Really? So you just wait?” She cocked her head.
”Uh, no.” Damn, she really had no idea, had she? Or this was all some very sick joke.
“No serving at all?”
“Eh…” Michael scratched his eyebrow. How was he supposed to answer that one? But lucky for him, Maria kept guessing.
”Decorations? Oh wait… You're a DJ, aren't you?” She was smiling at him again, so sure of herself. “You look like a DJ. I should have known.”
“Uh, Maria…” How to tell her? He rubbed the back of his head. Damn. “You really don't know?”
“I told you, I didn't hire you.” She shrugged and leaned against her table.
“I'm uh… I'm a… a stripper.” He bit his lip. It was still hard to even say it, now how hard would it be to actually do it? He sighed and shook his head, wishing he would actually be a DJ, or even a waiter would do.
To his big surprise, Maria started laughing. “No, come on. What do you do? You can tell me.”
Oh great, now he had to go and tell her again? He passed his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.
“Wait… seriously?” She stopped laughing and was looking him up and down now. That didn't really help in making him feel less uncomfortable. “A stripper?”
Maria squinted her eyes. “For real? You dance and take off your clothes?”
”Y…yeah.” Hopefully. Or he'd run out and get fired. Again.
“Wow.” She tapped her finger against her chin and was still watching him closely, stripping him with his eyes. Michael started squirming.
“Could you please stop doing that?”
”What?” She frowned.
“Undressing me with your eyes.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, although he really wanted to hide his crotch.
“But Michael…” She sounded amused. “I'm gonna see sooner or later anyways.”
“Yeah, but… but it's different.” Was it? Why the hell had he agreed on this damn job again? Oh right, because he was broke and because some guy at the employment office had told him he could earn good money with it.
Maria raised her eyebrow. “Fine.” But still she looked him up and down once again. “I bet Tess hired you. Isabel wouldn't do that.” Finally she looked into his eyes again. “Do you know who hired you?”
Michael shrugged. “No. I just got your address from the agency. And the time.” He blushed. Yeah, the time. So much for that too.
“Well, I'll find out about that later too.” She pushed away from the table and walked past him to open the fridge and take out a box of mushrooms. When she was turned away from him, he checked her out as well. Nice butt. Maybe he should tell her, just so they were even. But before he had a chance, Maria had turned around again, catching his glance. “Are you checking out my ass?”
”Uh…” Michael stared at her. Damn. Caught. “You... you checked me out too.”
“Yeah, but I didn't see yours.” She put the mushrooms down and then motioned for him to turn around.
“What? No, I will not.” He re-crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“What? Do you need music for it? Turn around. I want to see what Tess bought.”
Michael blushed a deep crimson and finally turned around, more to hide his face from her than anything else.
She made a clucking sound with her tongue. “Nice.” Then suddenly she was behind him, touching him.
“Hey! No touching!” He spun around and covered his butt.
“What? That cost extra?” She raised her delicately plucked eyebrow again and Michael snapped.
”That's it. I'm outta here.” He shook his head and turned around. “I don't need warm water this bad.” Or maybe they wouldn't fire him. Maybe if he told them what happened… that this gorgeous blonde grabbed his butt, maybe then… maybe then they would laugh at him and tell him to find another job. He hung his head and had almost reached the door, when she caught up with him.
“Wait!” She placed her hand on his arm. “Wait, Michael. I'm sorry.”
He slowly turned and frowned. Did she just apologize? To him?
”Just stay, okay?” She was biting her lip and still touching his arm. Michael glanced down at her hand and then back up at her eyes. She seemed serious.
“So you can grab my butt again?” He didn't understand. Why did she want him to stay?
Maria chuckled. “No.” She shook her head and let go of him. “Like I said, I'm sorry. Just stay and help me with dinner? You seem to know more about it than I do.” She smiled at him sweetly. She was so cute, he was tempted to give in.
“That's no big achievement.” He smirked and scratched his eyebrow.
“See? I need you. I'll… I'll pay you overtime for it.” She was pulling the full register and batting her eyelashes at him now. He wasn't really sure what to make of this. But he could do with more money.
“Okay.” He sighed, giving in. “I guess I can't let you burn down this house of yours. It looks rather expensive.”
“I guess it was.” Maria shrugged.
Michael raised his eyebrow and considered asking her more about it, but then he just shrugged as well and they walked back into the kitchen. “So, what are we making?”
”No cinnamon rolls, I guess, because I used up almost all my eggs for those.” She glanced in the direction of the trash bin and Michael had to smirk. “Next I was going for stuffed mushrooms, veal in a sage honey sauce and then mousse au chocolat for dessert.”
He just stared at her. “For someone who can't cook, you really pulled out the big guns, didn't you?”
She clicked her index finger against her teeth. “I figured it wouldn't matter. I have a book.” She reached across the table to get it. “See?”
Michael took it out of her hands and scanned over the recipe for the stuffed mushrooms. “Okay, I can make this.”
Maria beamed. “Really?” She clapped her hands excitedly. “What should I do?”
“So I can cut the mushrooms?” She was still beaming. God, she was really awfully cute. It was hard to believe that just minutes ago, she had grabbed his butt and then insulted him.
“No.” Michael took the book and went to her fridge to check if she even had all the ingredients.
“What else? What do you want me to do?” Maria couldn't sit still.
“Sit,” Michael repeated.
Slowly, her face fell. “You're not going to let me help you, are you?”
Michael sent her a long look. “No.”
”But you haven't even seen me in action yet. You don't know what I am capable of.” She pouted.
“I've seen the “cinnamon rolls”.” He made quotation marks in the air and raised an eyebrow at her. If she hadn't told him what it was supposed to be… But at least they had still smelled of cinnamon. Faintly.
Maria pouted even harder, but she stayed silent.
Michael busied himself with getting out all of the ingredients but whenever he was glancing over at Maria, she was pouting and looking very miserable. After a few minutes, he gave up. “Alright, I'll let you clean the mushrooms.”
Her immediate smile was worth it. She jumped up to join him at the sink. “Thanks. I promise I'll do it right.”
He had to smile as well at her enthusiasm and then showed her how to clean the mushrooms without cutting too much away. “And don't use water, okay?”
”Why?” She frowned. “It would go so much faster if I could just hold them under the spray and then…” She reached out to turn it on, but he caught her hand.
“Do you rather want to go back to your chair?”
”No.” She pouted again.
“Okay. Good. No water.” He pointed his knife at her till she nodded.
“Okay. No water.” She sighed.
“The mushrooms would suck it up. That will spoil the taste.” Michael explained.
“Ooooh.” Maria nodded. “Right. I knew that.”
He raised his eyebrow but then shook his head and chuckled. Yeah, right. As if.
They continued to work in silence for a while, Maria cleaning the mushrooms and Michael preparing the stuffing, till suddenly she laid down her knife and instead placed her hands on her hips. “Hey, wait! This is my kitchen. You work for me. You can't forbid me to actually cook my food.”
Michael just raised his eyebrow again. “Do you want your guests to eat it?”
She shuffled her feet. “Yes.”
“See. There's your reason.” He bit back a smirk.
“But…” She threw her arms in the air. “Argh!” Then she went back to cleaning the mushrooms and Michael had to yet again fight down his laughter. This was fun. He never thought this would eventually turn out so good, but here he was, preparing a fine meal, and he would even get paid for it. He smiled.
“So, Maria… What kind of party is that anyways?” He raided her cabinets for a pan, finally finding some behind breakfast cereals. He raised his eyebrow but chose not to comment on it.
“It's for me.” She smiled and blushed a little.
“Yeah, but… you've planned a four courses menu and your friends hire a stripper? That doesn't really go together if you ask me.” And why did she try and cook anyways? She was obviously rich, they could have all went out to some expensive gourmet temple.
Maria shrugged. “I didn't know they were hiring you.” And, as if she only just now remembered he was a stripper, she secretly started checking him out again. But he noticed.
“But your friends know about the meal?” He shifted, trying to look as unsexy as possible to make her stop. This was making him hard again, and he really didn't want her to notice.
“Uh, no.” She shrugged again and then concentrated on her last two mushrooms. “I guess not.”
Michael shook his head. Man, that would have been even more awkward, if he had arrived on time. He could just see it now. All of them gathered around a large table, sipping wine and dining on their meal, when he came in, being totally out of place. But then again, without him, there would have been no meal to serve, he was sure of that.
After handing him the last two mushrooms, Maria cleaned her hands and then leaned back against the sink, looking at him. “How long have you been doing this?”
”What? Cooking?” He started to heat the pan after pouring some oil in it.
“No, dummy.” She shook her head. “Stripping.”
“Oh.” Michael blushed and almost broke one of the mushrooms. “Uh, this is… this will be the first time.”
Maria gasped. “No way! You've never even done this before?”
”I… I did so they'd hire me. But it wasn't really…” He shrugged and bit his lip. Did she really want to know? Or was she just making polite conversation with the servant?
“Come on, Michael. Tell me.” She walked past him and then hopped up on the counter, where it was still clean.
“Uh, don't you rather want to, uh…” He looked around. There was nothing really for her to do. He sighed. “Do you really want to know?”
She nodded and crossed her legs.
Michael shrugged. “Okay, so when I went to the agency, they asked me to strip for them. But I didn't really have to dance. They just told me to drop my clothes, then they looked at me and gave their okay.”
Maria frowned. “Wow. That must have been so hard.”
He looked at her surprised. “Yeah, it kinda was.”
”I mean, being naked in front of strangers who scrutinize you… That's horrible.” She shuddered and Michael smiled a little because she was so adorable.
“Oh, I wasn't naked.” He quickly put a few of the already stuffed mushrooms into the pan to occupy himself.
“You were not?” Maria frowned. “But later you will be, right?”
“Uh, no.” He quickly shook his head. “Boxers stay on.” He had put them on in the first place, right? He reached to the waistband of his jeans to check. Yes. Okay.
“Oh.” She pouted and seemed rather disappointed. “You're wearing boxers?”
”Yeah.” If he had checked right. Dammit. She was making him want to check yet again. But he resisted the urge.
“Oh.” She clicked her finger against her teeth again till Michael gave up.
“Why? What's wrong with it?”
”I just thought that all strippers would wear strings.” She shrugged and smiled a little, her gaze dropping to his crotch once again. Dammit.
“Oh, uh…” He bit his lip. A string? He didn't even own one of those. “That wasn't in my job description.”
Maria chuckled. “I see. You know, I think you'll be about as good as I am with cooking.”
“What?” Michael glared at her. “No, I'm not. Just because this is my first time, doesn't mean I will be bad at it.”
“But Michael… you stormed out when I touched your butt.” She raised an eyebrow as if she had a point there. If she did, then Michael didn't get it.
“So? That has nothing to do with it.”
”No. That has everything to do with it. What do you think the women will do when you start stripping? They'll just gaze at you from far away?”
He bit his lip and looked down. Okay, now he got the point.
“Especially if they're drunk, which I bet most of them will be when they have invited a stripper to their party.”
“Okay, okay. I get it now.” Michael looked at her, forgetting about the mushrooms for now. “I know this is a crappy job, okay? And yes, I know I will most likely suck at it, but I really need the money, so I will try my best to suck it up.”
”Michael…” Maria's gaze softened.
“No. No, it's okay. You know, you're right. We should test this out right now. You go and grab my butt all you want and I will get used to it.”
”No! Come on! Grab it!” He took a hold of her arm and led it to his ass, only letting go when she touched him. “There, now squeeze.”
”Michael.” She laughed nervously, but did as he told her.
“See? I can take it. I am not running out on you.” He turned around again and took a step back, so she wouldn't get any ideas and keep feeling him up.
“Okay, I get it. But still. This was just me now, and you are still fully clothed. Do you really think you can handle ten hands touching you simultaneously?” Maria raised her eyebrow again.
“I…” Michael held her gaze for a while, but then he couldn't handle it anymore. “No.” He had tried picturing it in his head, and it was horrible. Before he kept telling himself that women were different, that they had more respect, but talking to Maria made him realize he was wrong. He hung his head and passed a hand through his hair. Dammit.
Maria hopped down from the counter and brushed her fingers over his, sending tingles through his whole body. Shit. That startled him. “I'm sorry, Michael.”
He looked up again. What was the deal with her? He really didn't understand her.
“I just wanted you to realize…” She trailed off. “Why have you taken this job anyways?”
”Because I needed the money.” There was no use lying to her. Because what could he say? That he thought it would be fun?
Maria nodded. “You know, my friends are all pretty decent, so maybe you can have a test run today after all.”
Michael frowned. “You think so?”
She nodded again and squeezed his hand encouragingly. And there were the tingles again. Damn.
“Maybe I could…” He bit his lip. No.
“What?” She took a step closer to him, smiling friendly.
“Can I show you first? I mean, just you? And you tell me if my dancing sucks?” Maybe then it would be easier and he wouldn't be so damn nervous about it anymore. Maybe he could get used to it. Maybe her friends actually were decent.
“Really? You'd strip for me?” Maria gave him an odd look, making him feel uncomfortable again.
“Maybe this was a bad idea…” He took a few steps back, making her hand fall away from his and the tingles stop. Now he missed them. She was making him feel good, in a very odd way. But then she was also making him squirm so much. What was it about her?
“Oh, no! I insist .” She grinned but quickly softened it down to a smile. “I mean, you were hired for me anyways, right?”
Michael shrugged and scratched his eyebrow. “I was hired for the party.”
”Yeah. My party. My party, my party gift. So you're only here to strip for me.” She nodded determinedly and in a way, what she said made this all seem a little easier. Stripping for her he could handle. She was just one girl. And very hot as well. So he could just pretend she was his girlfriend and this wasn't a job. Now that thought was making him smile. But someone as rich and as beautiful as her would never be his girlfriend. Not in a million years. He sighed.
“Really?” Maria clapped her hands and did a little jump. Hell, she was even cuter when she was giddy like this. And this was because he would strip for her? If she wanted to, he was sure she could hire ten professional strippers to do a show just for her, but here she was getting excited over him stripping? Or maybe this was because she knew he would suck and she wanted to laugh about him.
Michael cocked his head and frowned. “Why are you getting so excited?”
”I've never had anybody stripping for me.” She blushed a little and all his doubts vanished. She seemed honest.
“Oh.” A slow smile crossed over his features. This way maybe she wouldn't really know if he sucked, because she had nobody to compare him to.
Suddenly, she made a face and wrinkled her nose. And he smelled it too. Something was burning… “Oh shit!” Michael quickly turned towards the pan with the mushrooms and took it away from the burner. Then he shook his head. They were ruined. Damn.
Maria had come up behind him and glanced over his shoulder. “You know, if you strip the way you cook…” She chuckled.
“Shut up.” Michael rolled his eyes but had to laugh as well. He turned the burner off and threw the mushrooms into the trash, so they could keep her failed cinnamon rolls company. “It was too early for them anyways.” He shrugged a little.
Maria shrugged as well. “Yeah, whatever. There are still some left.”
Michael looked at her. Again she had taken him by surprise. Shouldn't she be more angry? He had ruined part of her food, and he would get paid for it too! He would get paid for it, wouldn't he? Maybe she'd pay him less now? He scratched his eyebrow. “When are your guests due?”
She quickly glanced at her watch. “Not in another two and a half hours.” Then she smirked at him. “So more than enough time to see you stripping.”
“But what about the food?” By now he was nervous again. What if she was right? What if he stripped the way he cooked? Though… Hey, he was a good cook! And he just burned those damn mushrooms because she had been so damn distracting.
“Oh, forget about it.” Maria waved it off. “You can still finish it later. Or I'll order take-out after all.”
“Uh, okay.” So that meant he wouldn't get paid for sure. Damn.
“So, okay. Now you are going to take off your clothes.” She grinned and slapped his ass before giggling and slipping out of the room, leaving him staring after her. Argh! Why was it he couldn't be mad at her anymore? She was just too cute. If she was his girlfriend, she'd surely be the death of him.
He was just about to follow her at a slow pace, intending on procrastinating the inevitable as long as possible, when he suddenly heard her shriek. Michael quickly ran into the direction of her voice and frowned when he saw her standing in front of a large mirror in the hallway, her hands next to her head and a horrified expression on her face.
“Maria? What's wrong? He frowned.
“My… my hair!” She slowly turned to look at him. “Curlers!”
His frown deepened. What the hell was her problem now?
”You… you saw me with curlers in my hair. Ever since we met!” She sounded on the verge of tears now. “And you didn't say anything!” Her voice rose into a high pitched scream and she glared at him.
“Uh…” He scratched his eyebrow, at a total loss for words. “Eh?” He really didn't see any problem here.
“You!” Maria pointed at him and then stomped her foot. “Argh!” Then, just as suddenly, her expression was changing back to total sadness. Was she having a nervous breakdown? Then she started running up the staircase and Michael started to follow her, when she turned around one last time. “You!” Now she pointed at him angrily. Again. What the hell? “You stay! Down here.” She glared and then she was gone, leaving him staring after her dumbstruck. Again. This woman… She might already be the death of him now.
Her hair was open and falling over her shoulders in loose curls. And it was shiny. He cocked his head, wondering if she sprayed something on it. But then he got distracted by her new outfit. She wore an equally shiny tight top and a very, very short skirt. Also tight, so there was no way he could look underneath it if he was walking closer to the stairs… but it was worth a try.
“Like what you see?” Maria's amused voice made him stop and his gaze snapped back to her face.
“Uhuh.” He nodded and passed a hand through his hair. Her lips were shiny too. She had applied some pinkish gloss. It was the only apparent make-up she wore, for all he could tell. Very nice. He had never liked women who hid their true faces behind color. “You look very nice, Maria.”
”Nice?” She seemed crushed and her smile vanished, but only for a second. Then she was standing directly in front of him, pouting. “Just nice?”
“Uh, very nice.” He dared to look her up and down again. “Very, very nice.” He smiled and she was smiling back.
“Thanks, stripper boy.” She winked and brushed her fingers over his ass as she quickly walked past him. Dammit! He stared after her. She was still a big mystery to him. But he liked that too. Just as much as that short, short skirt. “You coming?” She turned around and smirked.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” He passed his hand through his hair yet again and shook his head. And she was playing games with him. Very evil games. So why was he happily following her now? Must be the skirt. But he knew he would follow her even if she was still wearing her sweatpants.
He sighed and followed her into what appeared to be her living room. It was sparsely filled but elegant, just like the rest of the house. It didn't really fit her. It was too cold. Though he had to admit, he really liked the black leather couch she was leaning against now.
“So, do you have your own music?” Maria pushed some hair behind her ear but then quickly pulled it loose again. Weird girl.
“Uh, yeah.” Michael nodded and reached into his back pocket to get out the CD, then remembered he had it in his jacket pocket, which he had left in the kitchen. “In the kitchen.”
“Oh.” She pouted. “Alright, let's go get it.” She shrugged and they went into the kitchen. Michael surveyed the half-filled mushrooms and was suddenly very tempted to ask her if he shouldn't rather cook instead, but he had to get it over with sooner or later anyways. He sighed and grabbed his jacket while Maria went to open the window. “I really hope the smell goes away.”
He chuckled and nodded. “But your guests know you, right?”
“Yeah…” Maria cocked her head and frowned.
“So I am sure they won't be too surprised by it.” He winked and slung the jacket over his shoulder.
“Oh, shut up. You burned the mushrooms.” Maria huffed and made her way back into the living room with Michael hot on her tails.
“Yes, but only because you distracted me.” His eyelid started twitching. Didn't they already go over that before?
”Oh yeah, sure. All my fault.” She rolled her eyes but smirked and Michael did the same. As long as she didn't cut his salary all was fine.
Salary. He really had to remember that he was working for her. He should probably stop with the snappy remarks, or she'd end up cutting it after all. After getting the CD out of the pocket, he handed it to her and then threw his jacket over the couch, immediately regretting it. It would have been one safe piece of clothing he could have wasted some precious minutes on taking it off. But it was too late now. Dammit!
Maria went to her stereo and started the CD. “The first song?” She looked at him over her shoulder and he couldn't help noticing how very well that skirt fit her, half bend-over as she was. He had to suppress a growl. And shit! She better not want him to drop his pants now. “Michael?”
“Huh? Yeah. First song is fine.” He scratched his eyebrow nervously but relaxed a bit when the first tunes of Metallica blared through her speakers. But he quickly tensed up again when he saw the big frown on her face.
“Did you pack the wrong CD?”
“Uh, no.” Michael frowned as well. “Why? What's wrong with it?”
”What on Earth is that?” She chuckled lightly, and he would have found it cute, if she hadn't just offended the greatest band on earth.
“Metallica.” He huffed. Why didn't she know?
“And you're going to strip to that?” Her chuckling grew louder and she pressed a hand in front of her mouth.
“Yes.” What was wrong now?
“Oh my god!” She broke into full-out laughter now and even worse, she turned off the music. “Oh my god, oh my god.” Maria shook her head, still apparently having trouble getting her laughter under control.
“What?” Michael passed both his hands through his hair. By now he was just frustrated. And he wanted out of there again. Quickly.
“Michael. You can't dance to that.” She shook her head.
“Why not? I can.”
”Maybe you can hop around to it and bang your head into a wall or whatever…” And there she went again, offending the Gods. How could she just do that so carelessly? “But you certainly can't do a sexy slow striptease to it.”
“No.” She shook her head sternly and Michael gave up. She was the boss. “Do you have something more useful on it?”
”Uh.” He shrugged. “The agency made me burn one. It's at the end, but it's… it's worse.”
“Well, let's hear it for ourselves, shall we?” Maria smiled and pressed play again, then chose the song he was talking about. But as soon as the first tunes of Eric Clapton's ‘You can leave your hat on' blared through the speakers, she was laughing again.
“See? I told you.” Michael sighed. “It's horrible.”
”Oh, no, that's not it.” She wiped at her eyes. “It's just… it's the movie, you know?”
“ 9 ½ weeks? It's the song. It's so cliché.”
”They used this song in a movie?” And someone was doing a striptease to it? How did they do that? And why didn't he know? “How did they dance to it?” It wasn't inspiring him at all. Not as much as Metallica did anyways.
“Uh, well…” Maria shrugged and then stepped closer to him, swaying her hips to the beat of the song. “Like this.”
Michael watched transfixed while she did a little dance and started to pull up her shirt. Holy shit! This was it. He should be on the other side of all of this. Watching her dance for him, and being able to pay her for it too. He sighed when she stopped before he could see too much.
“Come on, Michael. I wanna see you dance.” She winked and did a little swing again, most likely to encourage him, but it only transfixed him even more and he could do nothing but stare at her. “Wrong song?”
”Y..yeah.” Something like that. He nodded dumbly and she turned it off.
“Okay, but trust me, that Metallica of yours…” She raised her eyebrow. “Not a good choice at all.” Before he could say anything else, she rummaged through her own CDs neatly piled up in the cupboard behind the stereo and finally pulled two of them out, showing them to him. “Here we go. Sneaker Pimps and the Crash Test Dummies. Always a good choice.” She smiled and started a new song. “Now for you I want something slow.”
Michael gulped. “Slow?” In a way that was good, so he could procrastinate. But the way she said it… She was wicked evil.
“U-huh.” She nodded and smirked, only confirming his suspicions. This was all to her benefit, not his. But what did he expect? “'Get You In The Morning'. Nice and slow.” She winked.
Get you in the morning? He frowned. Now what was that supposed to mean? He had to blush when he made out the first lyrics.
I want it cheap, I want it now
I want it fast, and I want it with feeling
“Come on, Michael.” Maria was whining now. “Move!”
He sighed and clumsily started to sway his hips, trying to stick to the beat. She was right, it was a good song. But he would have liked it better if she was the one dancing and not him. What had he been thinking when he took on this job?
Maria shook her head and walked over to him, then, to his utter surprise, she placed her hands on his hips and moved with him. “Michael, Michael, Michael. They would have eaten you alive if you had come a few hours later.”
I will come and get you in the morning
We'll just go and not give any warning
“Oh! It's the song title!” Get you in the morning. Right. He would have slapped his forehead if he wouldn't have been so busy trying to keep in tune.
“Huh?” She frowned but didn't let go nor stopped moving.
“Never mind.” He blushed deeper and looked down at her hands on his hips, almost losing it completely.
“Nu-uh.” She wagged her finger at him. “Close your eyes. Listen to the music.”
I am the cheap, I'm right here now
I'm moving fast, and I've got the feeling
I'm going deep, I've made my vow
It is my last, and it's the one I'm keeping
Michael did as she told him and smirked a little. Naughty song. Good. Because what he was about to do was a very naughty thing to do. He just had to look at it from that perspective. Before, he treated it like a normal job, but that hadn't worked out at all. But a naughty game he could handle. And after all, right now he was only dancing for Maria. No, he was dancing with Maria.
He smiled and finally felt himself relaxing in every part of his body but one. Damn, hopefully she would keep the slight distance she was keeping now. And hopefully she wouldn't look to closely either. He opened his eyes again to check and met hers right away.
She was smiling again. “Good.” To his utter regret, she let go of his hips. “And now…” She wiggled her eyebrows and Michael frowned. Again.
“Loose some clothes.” She clucked her tongue but at least she was still swaying her hips along with him, so he didn't feel all that stupid.
His first reaction was to ask her ‘Do I have to?' but thankfully he bit his lip just in time. Of course he did. That was the whole damn reason for all of this. This sex game. Yes. That's the way he had to think. “O…okay.” He nodded and sighed, then finally took a hold of his shirt. Then the song stopped and he sighed again. Out of relief this time.
But he thought himself safe too soon, because with three quick strides she had made her way over to her stereo and the song was repeating. “No excuses.” She wagged her finger at him. Damn, how did she know?
Michael sighed and started dancing again, this time without her. She was just watching. And smiling. Yes. Because this was all just a game between lovers. And she had seen him naked many times before. Yeah… Heck, how did all the others do that?
At least she wasn't pressuring him any more and after a few tunes, he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, then threw it on the floor. Maria hooted and he glared at her. Damn!
“Sorry, just giving you a real experience.” She tried to look innocent but by now he knew when she was hiding a smirk and when she was honest. And right now she was enjoying this all a little too much for his taste. But he had to get along with it.
He unfastened his pants quickly and started to push them over his hips, when Maria interrupted him.
“Nu-uh, buddy. Nice and slow.” She wagged her finger at him in disapproval. “I want to get a real show for my money.”
”But you're not paying me, your friend…”
”Michael. If this is a test run, you have to play along.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Besides, I am gonna pay you at the end of today, remember?”
Yeah, right. She was. He sighed. She was the rich woman with money and he was just here to amuse her. It was so easy to forget. Reluctantly, he pushed his pants back up. Now he didn't feel like dancing anymore.
“Aw, come ooon.” Maria whined and walked close to him, taking his hands in hers and swaying her hips again. “Dance.” She flashed him a brilliant smile and he just couldn't help but smile back. How was she able to get all those conflicting emotions out of him? Usually he liked to be stoic, but with her…
He rolled his eyes but started swaying his hips again. After a while she let go of his hands but she stayed close, dancing along with him. Her eyes were glued to his pants and he took that as his cue to start dropping them again.
“Slow.” She reminded him and he rolled his eyes again.
“I know.” He glared at her and then took his pants off as slowly as possible, which resulted in him almost falling flat down on his ass. Because it wouldn't really go so well with the dancing.
Maria's hands flew to her mouth and she covered it to hide her laughter. He could still hear it though and he sent her yet another glare. Great, just great. His humiliations never ended.
“That's not so easy, you know?” He stepped out of his pants and quickly kicked them a few feet away before she could make him pull them back up and try again. Only then did he notice that it wasn't exactly better to stand in front of her only in his boxers instead. He scratched his eyebrow and looked down at the ground.
“Oh, but it is.” She laughed softly and started to dance again. Michael didn't join in this time.
“Yeah, right. How would you know?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, then uncrossed them again and covered his crotch instead. Then he felt stupid and scratched his eyebrow again. Why did he kick away his pants again?
”Oh please, Michael. I'm a girl. You can't tell me you never asked your girlfriend to strip for you, can you?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I don't have a girlfriend.” He shrugged. But yeah, that sounded nice. It always sounded nice the other way round.
Her smile grew and she seemed giddy suddenly. What now? Was she plotting more evil tasks she could have him perform? “How about I show you?”
Michael frowned. “Show me? Show me what?”
”Well, you know…” She moved her hands as if he would have to get it, but he didn't. “Stripping.”
Oooh. Oh! “You… you'd strip for me?” His mouth dropped open and he stared at her utterly surprised.
“You've gotta learn.” She shrugged it off but nibbled on her bottom lip and avoided his gaze. Sure signs that she was just as nervous about this as he was.
“I do.” He nodded eagerly. Now this could really, really be fun. He bit down on his cheek to avoid a stupid grin. “Just let me get my pants…” He went to get them but was blocked when she quickly stepped in his way.
“Oh no! If I do that, I don't want to be the only one half naked in this room.” Her voice left no room for argumentation.
“Maria… You don't have to do it at all, if you don't want to.” Michael passed a hand through his hair. He had felt so damn uncomfortable and now she was offering to do this willingly? Of course he wanted her to, but part of him felt really bad about it, now that he knew.
“No, it's okay.” She shrugged again and smiled a little. “I… I want to.”
He frowned again. Why? Why would she do this for him? But far be it from him to turn down the offer. “O..okay.” He shrugged as well, as if it was nothing. Yeah. They both knew just how nothing it was. “Where do you want me?”
”Huh?” She suddenly blushed a deep shade of red and his frown deepened. What had he said now?
”I mean, do you want me to stay close, or go far away, or…?” Or dance along with her. Shit, he hoped she wouldn't want that.
“Oh.” She laughed nervously and Michael was still wondering what had been so funny about his question. “Just… just go back to the armchair. And hit replay for the song, will you?”
He shrugged and did as she said, leaning against the armchair so he could face her. And it would just feel too weird to sit down while she did a show for him when he just knew it should be reversed. Shit, when this was over, he owed her a lot.
As soon as the first lyrics of the sultry song started, Maria started as well. She pushed the hem of her shirt up and then back down and then slowly up again. Michael swallowed hard. God damn, she was sexy! His eyes followed her hands transfixed, witnessing how she slowly, oh so very slowly took off her top. He let out a low groan and forced himself to look up at her face. He was surprised to find her smirking at him.
“See? Slow is good.” She winked and then twirled around with her hands over her head, so he got a good look at her lacy bra and her creamy white back. She gathered her hair up and then let it fall back down over her shoulders. Oh how his fingers itched to run through it as well. To caress her shoulders and then slide lower, taking the bra straps with him as he went…
His mouth hung slack and it took him a lot to snap out of it. He had to watch this professionally. She was just doing this so he could learn. Because this was what was expected of him as well. And then the women would watch him like he did with her right now. They would gawk and fantasize… and damn, now he felt awful for doing this with her. But his mind just wouldn't stop.
When she slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt, he was suddenly reminded that he was still only glad in his too tight black boxer briefs. Oh hell! She would see, wouldn't she? Fuck, how could she not. He discreetly covered his crotch with both of his hands and did his best to stay focused on her face. But the twinkle in her eyes and her pouty, half-opened lips were of no help right now.
“Maria…” He wanted to tell her to stop. That she didn't need to expose herself any further, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he watched as she gracefully wiggled out of her skirt and then kicked it upwards, caught it with one hand and then twirled it around her finger before throwing it away. He shook his head. Damn, she really could teach him. A lot.
Now that she was only glad in her matching underwear and a pair of high heels, she danced her way over to him, stopping just as the song ended. “Now how was that?” She grinned at him and he could hear that she was a little breathless.
“G… good.” His voice was squeaky and he quickly cleared his throat. “Great. It was, uh… awesome.” His voice broke again and he reached up to loosen his collar, only to notice he wasn't wearing any shirt. Right. Here he was in his boxers, and there she was, inches away from him, in a pair of skimpy thongs and a lace bra. Holy shit. He had died and gone to heaven. Or hell, depending how you looked at it.
“So now you know how to do it?” She smirked and raised her eyebrow, still not stepping back from him. Why was she doing that? Didn't she know just how much this was affecting him? But hey, since she was this close, at least she couldn't see the enormous bulge in his boxers. But then again, one tiny step closer and she would feel it. He swallowed again. “Michael?”
”Huh?” He blinked.
“Did you learn something?” She cocked her head and batted her eyelashes at him. How was he supposed to concentrate when she was so close to him?
All he could do was nod dumbfoundedly.
“Good.” She flashed him a bright smile and took that final step closer to him, pressing her body flush against his. His heart race doubled and he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, pounding in his ears. “So next time you…”
He didn't let her finish. He couldn't stand this anymore. When her lips moved, he could feel her warm breath against his skin, and something just snapped. He crushed his lips down on hers and kissed her long and hard till his lungs were screaming at him for air and he reluctantly had to break it. He kept his arms wrapped around her while they were both gasping for air, staring at each other. If he let go, she might run. And he couldn't handle it if she ran away from him.
Then, for the longest time ever, they just stayed like that. Staring and breathing heavily. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and he almost lost it again when her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. But what was he doing here? What was he doing here? He broke their gaze and looked down at the ground, ready to apologize. “Ma…”
But she wouldn't let him. Before he could even finish saying her name, she had grabbed him and pulled him down for another hot kiss. One of her hands was wrapped tightly around his neck to keep him down while the other was caressing his cheek ever so softy. It was in direct contrast to each other, but he loved it. It was this. This whole situation. Him, her. Contrasts all around. Except for they were both half naked and they didn't seem to have any problem getting their lips and tongues to match perfectly together.
“Maria…” Her name was a hushed whisper on his lips when they both had to break for air again. But there was no staring this time. He peppered small kisses all around her lips while she was moaning in pleasure and tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.
This was just too damn good. But he really wished he had some leverage, because she kept pushing him into the armchair and the damn thing was moving along, so they couldn't get closer. He wanted to say something, but was too afraid if he spoke anything other than her name, he'd break the spell and it would all be over.
Thankfully she saved him. “Couch. Sit down.” She whispered against his ear and Michael nodded all to happily and obeyed, taking her with him so that when he was finally sitting down, she was straddling his waist. Another groan escaped his lips and he gave her a short, hungry kiss before he attacked her throat. He first licked over her sensitive skin, tasting her, then he gently nibbled on it before he left some sucking kisses on his way back to her lips.
All this time long Maria had moaned and thrust her hips against his. Now her hand was slipping between their bodies and into his boxer briefs. Holy shit! He just couldn't believe this was happening to him. But he sure as hell wouldn't complain. “Shit, Maria.” He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her hard while bucking against her hand.
“Michael…” She sighed his name and caressed his back so softly that a shiver ran down his spine. Again she was full of contrasts. Hell, she'd have him cum in his boxers any second now if she kept this up. He looked at her. She was just too damn sexy.
And just then she was pulling her hand away and instead slipped it into her own slip. His mouth hung slack and he could do nothing more but stare at her. Her head thrown back, eyes closed, lips shaped to form a silent ‘Ooh'. But no, this was wrong. She kept putting on a show for him while he was sitting here doing nothing. He must be the dumbest loser on the planet.
Michael grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from herself. Her eyes flew open in protest but her expression quickly changed again when he made use of his own hand and caressed her hot flesh for her. “Michael, I…”
”Shh.” He shook his head. “Let me.” He smiled and found her clit, then rubbed it gently with his index finger.
Maria just nodded. She was looking at him for a while, then he made use of his middle finger as well and her eyes flew shut again. She was groaning audibly now and gripped his shoulders so hard it almost hurt. “Michael! Oh! So close! Keep… keep doing…”
But just when she was on the brink, he stopped. Just like she had done it with him before. And if he wouldn't have been so aroused, he'd have laughed at her shocked expression.
“No!” She grabbed his wrist and tried to make him move it again, but he remained stern. “Michael, please!”
Oh, he loved to hear her beg. And if he played it right, he would hear a lot more of that. He smirked and shook his head. “I want to be inside of you when you cum. I want to feel it.” He nuzzled her cheek and then kissed her earlobe. And if he wasn't mistaken, now a shiver was running down her spine.
“Michael…” She rubbed against him best she could. “Oh, Michael. Please.” Then she pulled back again and looked at him. “Please don't make me wait.” She reached down and squeezed his cock.
”Fuck!” Michael almost blacked out. “You're evil.”
”I am?” Maria leaned over and licked over his throat. “You're the one who's still not fucking me.”
His eyes fluttered and he let out a loud moan. “Maria.” She… this… it all was just… it was even better than a dream. Just in a dream there would be no technical difficulties. “Need to get my boxers off.”
She pulled back and blinked, looking at him for a second, then she chuckled. And he shivered again. This woman… She was just so damn adorable. “Too bad I don't have any scissors lying around here.” She winked and he had to chuckle as well.
Michael kissed her again, then he carefully lifted her up and sat her down next to him so he could stand up and take off his boxers. When they were pooling around his ankles he could have sworn he heard her gulp so he looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Maria just blushed. Adorable. Simply cute.
But then she stood up as well. “What are you doing?” He touched her shoulders and stopped her.
“Uh, same as you?” She frowned a little.
“No. Leave them on.” Michael shook his head and sat back down, pulling her with him. She was still confused but went compliantly. When she had straddled him again, he took a hold of her thong and pushed it aside, making sure it would rub against her clit when she moved. He knew he had succeeded when he could hear her moan. He grinned in satisfaction and kissed her again.
He had to break it too early for his liking when she took a hold of his cock and rubbed it against her wet folds which in return made them both gasp for air. Her eyes twinkled mischievously when he met her gaze. Then she moved up, ready to take him in. That's when he realized it. “Wait! Condom!”
She frowned, then her eyes widened and she blushed a deep red. “I don't… I'm on…” She bit her lip.
Michael leaned back into the couch with a loud sigh. He didn't want to stop now. He couldn't.
”It's okay, I'm on the pill.” She touched his cheek and smiled encouragingly.
“But what about…” Maria shook her head, stopping him.
He cocked his head, considering his options. He knew he was clean. He didn't have any sex since his last check-up but she couldn't know that. Why did she trust him so much? But he really, really didn't want this to end. So he nodded and cupped her cheek, smiling back. Yes. He trusted her as well. He couldn't explain it, but he knew he could.
Maria's smile grew and she pulled him up to her, kissing him again. This was good. They both needed to get back in the mood and it didn't take them much longer than one deep kiss to be completely blindsided by passion again. But because it was so much fun, they did it a couple more times. Until he really couldn't stand her grinding into him without him actually being inside of her anymore and when he grabbed his erection to hold it steady, she did the rest and finally lowered herself onto him.
They both let out a long moan of satisfaction followed by a sigh of the other's name and a smirk when their gazes met. It was as if some cosmic force had put them in perfect synch to each other because when he reached out to caress her cheek, so did she. And when he leaned in for a kiss, she met him half-way. And even though they were both so charged up, their lower bodies did a sensuous slow dance together, joining in with their never-ending kiss.
It was an out-of-this-world experience and Michael would have sworn it couldn't get better, when it did. Maria tugged on his bottom lip and buried a hand in his hair, scratching her nails over his scalp before tugging him back by his hair. “Shit, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
The look she was giving him… it went straight to his heart and shattered him to the core. Right now he would have given her anything. Done anything for her. Died for her. Because she needed him. Wanted him. Really, truly, desperately. And just as badly as he needed her.
“Damn, Maria. You are so fucking incredible.” He buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath when his eyes fell onto her couch table. He smirked. Perfect. With a large swipe of his arm he send the spare decoration crashing to the ground, then stood up, taking her with him and dumping her flat onto the table. She didn't even gasp, or glare at him, or waste a single glance to her belongings, she just reached out her arms till she had a hold of him and pulled him down on top of her.
Michael went willingly. Because how could he not? Their lips met in a bruising kiss and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying desperately to get them to join again. He licked over her swollen lips and chuckled softly. “Patience, baby.”
Now she did glare at him. “Oh, fuck you.” She scratched her nails down his chest, then stopped at his nipples and twisted them. Almost enough to be painful, but surely enough to make his cock leap in pure pleasure.
“Fuck.” He hissed and moved down the flat table till he was on his knees. With a wicked grin he tugged her closer to him and then slipped three of his fingers into her pussy. Without wasting time he pumped them in and out of her fast, making sure to target her g-spot to let her know he knew exactly where it was.
Maria keened with lust but Michael couldn't resist pulling out right before yet again.
“Gonna… fucking… kill you.” She was too exhausted to do anything about it though so Michael's only answer was a wink before he brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean.
“Later.” It wasn't so much a promise as it was a statement. Because promises could be broken, but he would so for sure keep fucking her all night long. If she'd let him… No… there was no if. She would. He'd make sure of that.
Before Maria had any chance to regain her senses, Michael once again filled the empty void within her with his aching cock. “Oh fuck!” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head but she still possessed enough strength to wrap her legs around him in a deadly embrace, bringing them even closer together. And making sure he wouldn't pull out again.
But he had no intention of doing so. Because by now he was way too far gone himself. As slow as this all had started, he was in a real frenzy now and fucked her as hard as possible. He grabbed her hips and lifted her a little, shifting their angle so he was brushing against her ultimate pleasure zone. He wanted this to be memorable for her. He wanted this to be the best fuck she'd ever gotten, so she would crave more and come back to him over and over again. Come back? No. So she would stay. Right here underneath him. Because he didn't want to do anything else but fuck her anymore. Ever.
When he could feel his final thrusts nearing, he focused back on her. And almost lost it when he noticed that she had pushed down the cups of her bra and was now violently tugging on her own nipples. His breath caught in his throat. Her whole body was flushed with excitement and with her head thrown back in abandon and her hair all over the place… She was the most beautiful naughty angel of bliss he had ever seen.
It all changed though when she noticed him staring at her and a look of pure panic overcame her. It took him a moment to figure it out and he almost laughed when he finally did. Her heels digging into his backside were a powerful clue. “Shhhh.” Michael shook his head. He wasn't going to deny her yet again. He might be a sick bastard when it came to sex, but he wasn't that cruel.
To prove his point he slipped his thumb between their bodies and pushed her thong out of the way, then started rubbing her clit gently. She was too aroused right now. If he went at it too rough, she'd be in pain. But as it was it only took him a few careful movements to have her fly apart underneath him. “Michael!” She screamed out his name followed by an even louder. “Oh f.uuuck!”
And he followed her with an incoherent cry of his own. She was so damn fucking tight, he wouldn't have lasted another second. To prolong her orgasm he kept thrusting in and out of her until his erection became fully flaccid. He stayed inside of her though and only stopped stimulating her clit when his body gave out and he collapsed back against the couch.
For a while they just stayed this way. Her lying flat on the table, breathing heavily, and him, leaning back against the couch, his breathing equally laboured. But this kinda sucked. Bad position. Bad position for a nice afterglow.
Maria moved first. She slowly sat up and then snuggled into his chest, placing a soft kiss against his skin. Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around her, stroking over her hair. “Mmmm.” She purred and held him tight.
Oh yes, this was it. This was the real reason why he loved sex so much. This was what separated good sex from great sex. From mind-blowing sex. This was why it mattered if the girl mattered or if she was just a lay but nothing more. That's why he had given up on the one-night-stands.
But so… so what was this? He frowned a little but then shrugged it off. He wouldn't go and spoil this by thinking too much. It was just too damn good. For now.
She stirred and he kissed the top of her head. “Michael?” She pulled back a little and looked up at him.
“Hmm?” Michael cocked his head and kept playing with her hair.
“You think we could move this upstairs? Because I am starting to get really cold now.” She sighed and gave him one of her adorable pouts. And when she looked at him like this, it was hard to say no. Besides, now that she mentioned it he shivered himself.
He nodded. “Yeah.” But neither of them made a move. “You know you're on top now, right?” Michael smirked at her.
“I don't want you to…” She blushed and bit her lip. Yeah, he wanted to stay joined as well. “Can't you carry me?”
“Like this?” Michael stared at her. Could he? He was inclined to give it a try…
“Pleeease.” There was the pout again and he closed his eyes.
“You're killing me here, you know that?”
This now finally caused Maria to smirk. “Told you I would.” She wiggled her eyebrows and gave him a quick kiss.
“And I'm starting to believe it.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. But what was he supposed to do? He was a total goner for her by now. He grabbed her and pulled her in for a long, hard kiss that left them both breathless. Probably not a smart move, but what the heck. “In case this was my last one.” He winked and couldn't resist giving her yet another quick kiss before he finally concentrated on getting them both up and standing.
Michael used the couch as leverage and slowly stood up, taking her with him. Thankfully she was a real light-weight. But still, the whole commotion caused a lot of friction and his blood flowed back to his groin instantly. He groaned out loud when he was fully hardened again. Maria groaned as well, but it sounded a lot more like pleasure to him.
She giggled softly and kissed his shoulder. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him and she did his best to cross her ankles and keep steady. He supported her with one hand under her ass and the other around her back and then he carefully started to walk towards the staircase.
By the time they had reached it, they were both breathing heavily again. She just kept bouncing up and down and Michael couldn't stand it anymore. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her thoroughly while making a few real thrusts. “Maria… baby…” He closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Y…yeah?” Maria reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. He opened them surprised and smiled when he met her gaze. Such a gentle gesture. It should be enough to make him fulfil her request. But it just wasn't.
“I can't.” He thrust his hips again, unable to stop. “If I carry you upstairs like this, we won't make it. I'll fuck you right here on the cold staircase two times all over until we've reached the top.” Her hand found his lips and he kissed it.
She shivered and took a long look at the staircase, then cocked her head. “And that is a problem why?”
Now it was his turn to shiver. Incredible. But he shook his head. “Your ass is gonna get so bruised, we won't be able to have any real fun for a few days after that.” He nuzzled her nose and gave her a soft kiss, not really comprehending just what his words truly meant.
But Maria did. Her smile grew but she gave her best to pout at him. “Aww. If you say so.” She batted her eyelashes at him innocently.
“I… I do.” Though maybe they should try? Nah. He nodded determinedly and kissed her once again. He had stopped thrusting a few sentences back and now they were just leaning against the wall, still joined, gently touching each other while they kissed. But it couldn't last forever and Maria was the first to break the kiss.
“Alright, let's get upstairs. And then we'll take a shower.” She wiggled her eyebrows and waited for Michael to lift her off. He did, but not without kissing her again.
“Shower sounds good.” He kissed her cheek and pulled back only to lean in again, stealing yet another hot kiss from her lips.
Maria giggled and tugged on his hair before she ducked down and quickly hurried away from him and up the stairs.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Michael laughed as well and followed her, reaching out and trying to grab her unsuccessfully. She hid into a room and his eyes twinkled when he went in after her, knowing she had no escape from him now. But before he could corner her, she had already grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him into her luxuriously big shower stall with her.
“Killing… me.” He smirked and braced himself against the shower stall.
“And it's damn fun.” Maria stuck out her tongue and then reached back, turning on the hot and cold water faucets. They both jumped when the first gush was ice cold, but it quickly heated up and they sighed in satisfaction.
Then Michael started to laugh. Hard.
“Hey! What's so funny?” Maria frowned and passed her hands through her hair self-consciously.
“Don't you think you are a little overdressed for the shower?” He was still laughing as he lifted one of her bra straps and let it snap back against her shoulder.
“Oh.” She blushed and looked down at herself. “I guess I was just so used to being wet by now… uh, sweaty. Being sweaty I mean.” She bit her lip, her eyes focused on the ground.
Michael chuckled but wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. “Relax.” He made quick work of her bra clasp and pushed the straps down her shoulders so it would fall as soon as she took a step back.
She did and then stood still to let Michael roll down her thong as well. She was smiling along with him by now, but her blush had remained.
After Maria had stepped out of them, he picked the now fully water-soaked cloth up and raised his eyebrow. ”I made you this wet, huh?” He smirked.
“Oh, shut up.” She laughed and pushed at his chest.
“Aw, don't deny it baby. I know I did.” Michael fought hard to keep up a smug grin, but he had to laugh when she grabbed for her underwear but he held it away from her. “Nu-uh. Evidence.” He wagged his finger at her.
“Oh, I'll give you evidence.” The naughty gleam was back in Maria's eyes and she pushed him back against the wall, grabbing his free hand and bringing it down to her core. He didn't need any more encouragement and slipped two of his fingers inside of her, exploring her walls.
She shivered in bliss but was still able to use his momentary distraction to snatch back her thong.
Michael raised his eyebrow but then just shrugged and kept pumping her. He really liked the way her eyes kept fluttering shut and all the small noises she was making.
Her fingers clenched around the tiny piece of fabric until she just let go of it to let it pool around their feet alongside her bra. “Michael…” She wrapped her arms around his waist and clawed her nails into his flesh when she felt her knees giving out.
He steadied her and pulled his fingers back, quickly licking them clean before the water could wash it all away. He couldn't wait to taste her properly as soon as they were lying in her bed. “Turn around.” He whispered in her ear and brushed his lips over her cheek. He didn't want to play anymore.
Maria shivered once again and without opening her eyes did as he requested. But then she looked back at him over her shoulder, opening her mouth. But before she could utter a sound, she had closed it again and instead spread her legs and braced herself against the tiles, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Perfect.” He nodded his approval and kneaded her ass cheeks softly. She was truly a perfect match for him. She knew what he wanted just when he wanted it. And she looked so fucking sexy from behind. And the side. And up front. And hell, she was looking damn sexy out of every damn angle imaginable.
He couldn't resist giving her a small slap, just to test her out. Her reaction was immediate. “Fuck!” Her back arched and she shuddered, gripping the tiles hard. Then she turned her head again, a look of pure lust on her face.
If possible, Michael's chest swell even more. This all had to be a dream. No woman was this perfect. This much a match for him. Oh hell, they could have so fucking much fun together! And they would. They so would.
But right now he needed to just fuck her again. No more foreplay. He was just too damn hard for her. Again. Taking his cock into his hand, he spread her cheeks with the other, teasing her till he found his desired target. They both moaned when he entered her pussy, filling her up completely with the first stroke.
“M..missed this.” Maria looked at him again and they both smiled.
“Ditto.” He threw his head back to get his now dripping wet hair out of his face and then slowly pulled out of her, only to thrust back in with a fast, powerful stroke. He repeated this a few times. Slowly out, then back again hard. “Oh yeah…” He stroked over her lower back, holding onto her hip with the other hand. This was almost better than the position they had been in downstairs. Just next time they had to do this in front of a mirror, because he missed seeing her face.
“Fuck, Michael.” Maria sobbed. “Faster! Please go faster!”
He smirked and didn't give in to her. In fact he went at it even slower now, really dragging it out so he could feel and enjoy each different inch of her skin as his cock brushed past it. “Admit that you love it.”
She turned her head and send him an icy glare, but it crumbled after only a second and she went back to begging. “Please! Oh please, Michael. Please.”
He shook his head and gripped her hips with both hands to restrain her movements. He was in control here. He needed to be. “Admit that you love it.” He leaned over so he could kiss her shoulder and meet her eyes.
She looked at him for the longest time. He could see her inner struggle, see how her lips twitched every time he was thrusting forward again. “Okay.” She bit her lip and nodded. “I admit it. I love it. I love it, okay? Can you please just really fuck me now?”
Michael smirked evilly. “Aw, but since you love this so much…” He reared back up and kept his thrusts purposefully slow to tease her a little longer. And because he wanted to hear her frustrated sigh. She was so cute when she was mad at him.
“Michaeeeeel.” Maria was desperately trying to push back against him and eventually he loosened his hold on her and let her move again. He'd made his point. And if he was honest, it was getting harder and harder to hold back form him as well.
“So you want it fast?” He spread his feet apart to have more power behind his thrusts.
“Yes!” It was a high pitched scream. He loved it.
“Hard and fast?” Michael had started to gradually speed up and now had to grip her hips again to not slip out in the process.
“Oh god, please.” Maria nodded but was too weak to turn her head. But this was all he needed to hear to let go and fuck her in earnest. The position they were in practically had him brushing past her g-spot by default so all he really had to concentrate on was not slipping out. And he shortened his strokes to minimize the risk.
Now he could really let go. “Hell, Maria. You're so damn tight!” He gritted his teeth and mindlessly fucked her now. Each time their hips connected, it gave a funny squishing noise, but he was way too far gone to notice a thing like that. All he knew was how it felt. And it felt right. Good. Great. Blissful. It felt like he was gonna cum any second.
He bit his lip hard to distract himself, but it was too late. On the nest thrust he fell apart and spurted his seed deep inside of her. Thankfully for him she followed him only a second later with a loud cry of his name on her lips.
When it was over, all that could be heard was their labored breathing and the water pouring down on them. Michael leaned over and kissed her shoulder again, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up along with him. “Mmm, Maria.” He nuzzled her throat and slowly snaked a hand between their legs to rub her clit. She instantly jumped and groaned and he chuckled against her skin.
“Oh… oh fuck.” Her legs trembled and her own hand covered his. She made no move to pull him away though so he kept carefully plying her sensitive flesh until her tremors grew worse and she came again with a soft cry.
Her internal muscles kept working his flaccid cock and he had to pull out before she had him hard again way too soon. They had to get out of there. He sighed and reached over to turn off the water, making sure to support Maria all the time so she wouldn't collapse onto the floor. She was too wiped to even protest when he carefully picked her up and carried her out of the shower stall.
Michael picked up a towel and handed it to her, then moved them out into the hallway. “Where's your bedroom?”
Maria was snuggled into his chest, her eyes closed. “Right next door.” She clutched onto the towel and yawned. She was the cutest thing he had ever seen and it made him smile. He was glad her eyes were still closed, because he must have looked like a complete moron right now.
“'Kay.” Still smiling, he kicked open the door and carried her over to her bed, lying her down. Then he gave her a soft kiss and took the towel from her, first toweling off himself before he leaned down to dry her off as best as he could.
Her eyes were still closed but she kept reaching out to him. “Mmm. Cm'ere.”
He chuckled softly and shook his head. Unreal. But before he could join her, he first hung the towel over a chair and then turned up the heating and went to close the door.
“Michael?” Her voice suddenly sounded panicked so he turned around only to find her staring at him.
“What?” He cocked his head and walked back over to the bed, kneeling down and taking her hand in his, kissing it. “What is it, Maria?”
”Oh, uh, nothing.” She blushed and looked away.
“What?” He frowned, then nudged her to make her roll over in bed so he had a chance to pull back the covers. As soon as she did, he climbed in next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
Maria instantly snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes again, sighing happily. “I thought… I thought you had left.” She mumbled it against his skin but he heard her anyways.
“Oh.” It made him smile again. Because obviously that meant she didn't want him to. “No.” He reached down and pulled the blankets up around them.
“Good.” She smiled and kissed his chest.
“Get some rest, baby.” Michael kissed the top of her head and stroked up and down her back, making sure she was warm enough.
“Mmm.” She placed one of her legs between his and rubbed against him. But just when it was starting to affect him her body went weak and he let out a relieved sigh. Yet another round surely would have killed him. Or maybe it would have killed the both of them.
He grinned and watched her sleep for a moment before his own eyes grew heavy as well and he soon followed her into sleep.
They were woken up some time later by an insistent buzzing sound.
“Mmmhm?” Maria stretched against him and they both opened their eyes at the same time, looking at each other. “Oh fuck!” She panicked and slid out of bed, taking the sheets with her and leaving Michael in the buff.
He covered his crotch confused. “What? What is it?”
She pointed to her nightstand clock and jumped up and down. “They're here! They're here, Michael!”
”Who? What?” He clenched his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.
“My guests. My party guests. Remember the party, Michael?” She bit her lip and scanned the floor, looking for something to wear. “Dammit.”
”The party? Oh, fu.ck!” Finally he remembered as well. Aw no! They had no food. Hell, neither of them even had clothes right now. He jumped out of bed as well and grabbed the damp towel, wrapping it around his waist.
“I'm… I'm gonna…” Maria ripped open her closet and before he knew it she had slipped into a black satin robe with red Chinese signs on it.
Michael smiled. “You look pretty in that.”
She smiled back and took a step towards him, but then held out her hand, jumping when the doorbell rang again. “Oh no, no, no.” She gave him a sad look. “I'm gonna… uh… I dunno.” She shrugged helplessly and started to leave the room.
He quickly followed her.
“Wait.” She turned around and frowned. “Wait here, okay?”
Michael scratched his eyebrow. Wait here? For what? For his clothes to magically appear in her bedroom all of a sudden? Or was she going to lead them all right up here so they could see the stripper and skip the show? He shook his head and kept following her. Maria turned around once more, then she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
At the end of the staircase their ways parted. Michael made a run for the living room while Maria opened the door. “Uh, hey guys.” He could hear her voice from the living room as he scanned the room for his clothes. He was relieved to not hear anyone come in while he quickly jumped into his jeans. Instead he heard coughing. Maria?
“I'm so sorry, but I think we have to cancel. I don't feel all to well as you can see.”
Michael could hear some ‘ooh's and ‘awww's and decided to creep closer while pulling his shirt over his head. Peeking around the corner he could see Maria blocking the doorway, which she had only opened for a tiny slit to begin with.
“Yeah, I dunno, I've just… I think I'm coming down with something. I've actually been asleep when you guys arrived.”
”Oh yeah, we can see that.” Someone from the outside commented and they all snickered. Michael blushed and took a step back, afraid to get discovered.
“Yeah, right.” Maria's voice sounded strained. “And since I don't want to pass it on to you…” She made a dramatic pause. “See you all at work tomo… uh, next week.”
”Next week?” Came a high pitched voice from the crowd. Michael had to smile and moved closer again to watch her.
“Uh, yeah.” Maria coughed again. “Really, really sick.” She was about to push the door closed when some other girl almost succeeded in pushing it open.
“Maria! Wait!” She stuck her head inside and Michael could see it was a tiny blonde girl with bouncy curls.
“What is it, Tess?” Maria glanced backwards nervously, catching Michael's eyes which caused her to take a step to the left to block his view of the blond girl, or rather, to block her possible view of him.
“I've, uh… I've ordered a special present for you and uh…”
”Present?” Her voice sounded amused now.
”Yeah, uh, it's…” The girl, Tess, clucked her tongue. “It's a stripper, okay?”
”What? You've ordered me a stripper?” Maria was very bad at faking it, but thankfully the other girl didn't seem to notice.
“Please don't get mad at me? I just thought you deserved a little fun after all your hard work and all.”
”And so you ordered him when you were around as well?”
”Err…” Tess giggled. ”Yeah.“
Maria shook her head. “It's okay, I'm just gonna send him back home.”
”Or, since you won't use him, how about giving him my address instead? Me and some girls…”
”Why not, Maria? You just said…”
”It's my stripper, right? So I decide what to do with him. And the poor guy is gonna get a day of rest.” Maria pushed against the door again and the defeated blonde finally retreated.
“You're mean, you know that?”
”Yeah, yeah. I know. All work, no fun. That's how I got promoted.” Maria chuckled and then shut the door in their faces. She waited till they were all gone before she turned around to smile at Michael.
“All work and no fun, huh?” He chuckled and walked over to join her.
“Yeah, well. But for the next few days I am home sick.” She winked and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You think you could… stay and take care of me?” She cocked her head, suddenly looking so insecure. Michael's heart warmed and he kissed her nose. Too damn cute.
“I think I can do that, yeah.” He picked her up in his arms. “In fact I'm gonna start right now.”
Maria giggled when he carried her up the stairs. “I see you've put your clothes back on though? Does that mean you're gonna do a little dance for me again?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
His face fell and he almost dropped her. “Uh…” Ah hell, she was kidding, right?
“Relax, Michael.” She laughed. “You know, you kinda really suck as a stripper.”
Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. “I know.” They had reached the bedroom and he carefully laid her down on the bed. “But what else am I gonna do? I really…” He shrugged. But what should he say? He still couldn't lie to her. “I need the money.”
Maria grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her. “What about an honest job?”
“What? You think I haven't tried?” Michael scowled and was about to roll off of her. Who did she think he was? Just a lazy slacker who didn't want a real job?
“Relax, baby. I didn't mean it like that. I was offering.” She wrapped a hand around his neck and kept him close to her.
“I'm not going to be your houseboy.” He raised his eyebrow.
Maria giggled again. “I didn't mean that either.” She played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he looked at her, wondering what she was getting at. “You know that I just got promoted, right? That's what the party was for.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. That much he had figured out already.
”Now part of my new position is that I get to have a personal assistant.”
”And?” Michael frowned. Why was she looking at him so expectantly now?
She gave him a slight whack over his head. “And.” Maria mocked him and rolled her eyes. “You can work with a computer, right? And make coffee?”
“Uh, yes…” He still didn't really know what her point was.
“And you know how to use a phone?”
”What do you think I am? Stupid?” Okay, now he was getting offended again.
“Right now, actually, yes.” She gave him a look.
He scratched his eyebrow. Why was she asking him all these questions? She didn't want him to… oh! Oh! “Wait. You want me to be your personal assistant?”
She smiled at him happily and nodded her head.
“At your office?”
“Well, yes.” She shrugged and brushed her fingers through his hair. “You think you can handle that? Having me as your boss at work?”
Michael cocked his head. Could he? She seemed like a fair person and earlier that day when he was supposedly helping her with dinner, it had worked out pretty well.
“And in exchange you get to be the boss in the kitchen. And in the bedroom.” She winked, which caused Michael to grin.
“Ooh, I like that.” He nodded. “I really do.” Still smiling he leaned down to give her a soft kiss. She'd really give him a job? Just like that? But then again, he was about to take it, just like that. Maybe it was fate that they met today.
“Good.” Maria cupped his cheek and kissed him again, then started to push up his shirt. “I get the living room.” She placed some sucking kisses all along his collarbone so he almost didn't hear her.
“Huh?” Then suddenly it dawned on him. They were marking out territories. “I claim the bathroom.”
”What? No, you can't have the whole bathroom.” She pouted and looked up at him again. “I want to be your boss in the tub. You can have the rest of it.”
Michael raised his eyebrow, pretending to consider it. Then he smirked. “Deal.” They grinned at each other and sealed it with a searing kiss. “I want the dining room.” He really wanted to take her on the oak table. Repeatedly.
She chuckled. “I get the garden.” She wiggled her eyebrows and helped him pull off his shirt.
“You have a garden?” He frowned and pushed himself up on his elbows so he could take a good look at her.
“Oh yeah. It's surrounded by thick, heavy trees.” Maria winked and her hands flew to his zipper. “And you're gonna look so hot chopping down wood.” She licked her lips. “Shirtless.”
Michael laughed out loud. “Little minx.” He leaned down for a deep kiss. She had planned this from the very beginning of this little game, didn't she? Claiming the garden so he would have to do all the dirty work for her. But hell, he didn't complain. He still had the say in the bedroom, and most importantly the kitchen. Because he wouldn't let her near a pan again. Unless… He pulled back. “And you're going to look so cute serving me food in nothing but an apron.
Maria gasped. “You know, that is so sexist.”
“Oh yeah, and chopping down wood isn't?” He chuckled.
“No, that's hot.” She winked and then joined in the laughter.
“Yeah, just as you will be in your apron.” He winked as well. “And be careful or I'm gonna have you wear a matching bonnet as well.”
She slapped his shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”
”Only if you promise to do the same.” Michael licked over her lips, then smirked at her.
“Gladly.” She pulled him down to her once again and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him even closer as their lips met in a deep kiss. It was a sweet kiss too. Neither of them fighting for dominance this time, they just moved together as one, with the promise of so much more to come.
“Hey Maria, just one more thing…” Michael didn't hold his part of the bargain when their kiss broke off.
“What?” She raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
“During office breaks in say, the stairwell or the janitor's closet, who's the boss then?”
Maria chuckled. “Let's take turns.”
“Sounds fair.” Michael winked and chuckled as well before their laughter died and they joined in for yet another blissful kiss that left them both smiling. And wanting more.