Belonging to a Place: Chapter 2
[Author's note: Lily has invited Kayla into a new journey. With the ability to disregard established narratives and move from story to story, they have made a pact in the Meta Cafe to escape their own stories and write their own endings.
The following is a chapter from this collection.]
CONDITIONS OF THIS PLACE
With a swipe of her hand, Lily slid open the glass doors, allowing the afternoon breeze to enter the room and the hum of voices from the street below. She faced Kayla.
"Well?" she inquired.
Kayla glanced doubtfully at the apartment. Still holding on to her suitcase, she had yet to move.
"This is quite a place," Lily continued, beaming. "A penthouse, overlooking the beach, smack dab in the middle of a restaurant district."
"It almost feels like..." Kayla began but trailed off.
"What? Somewhere we didn't come from? Some other world?" Lily asked.
"It feels a bit like..." Kayla started again, biting her lip.
"Like we're stealing or something?" Lily suggested.
"You could say that," Kayla replied, sticking out her tongue a little.
"We're not exactly stealing," Lily reasoned. "We're just... using assets that aren't really real. Our credit card is a tool of our... power. Even though it's inaccessible to those who wrote it, the company's still able to fund it as if it were real."
Kayla pulled a face. "This isn't just about the credit card, though."
"It isn't? Is this about the money itself? That we're creating something out of nothing, printing, without consequences?" Lily mused, her eyes twinkling.
"Yeah. That's a bit creepy, doesn't it? Would people trust us if they knew we could do that?"
"They may not trust us anyway," Lily replied, shrugging off her sarong to reveal a tight-fitting bikini. "But for now, we're rich, we're... perfect. We just have to play it cool."
Kayla watched with curiosity, her expression becoming guarded again. "Perfect?"
"Yeah. Gorgeous, intelligent, strong, talented. People will want to be around us," Lily admitted, receiving a half-hearted nod from her friend. "We can go anywhere."
Undeterred, Lily picked up her suitcase and started walking towards a bedroom. "This is our place, Kay. Yours and mine. I know it might feel a little weird, but just enjoy it."
Behind her, Kayla was left with a phone in her hand. She tried to shrug it off but couldn't resist asking, "So what's this?"
"A company phone," Lily replied, entering the bedroom.
"I... I have a phone already," Kayla said, raising an eyebrow. Lily gave a sly grin.
"Oh yeah? Well, you can keep that one. This one's for show." She handed Kayla the new phone. "Just use this for talking to me."
Kayla eyed it and scoffed. "What's different about it if I can't even tell."
"The coverage," Lily explained. "We can talk to each other from any world we're in."
Kayla looked down at the phone, frowning. "It looks exactly the same as before."
"It doesn't need to be different," Lily said briskly. "It's new, but it works the exact same way."
As she moved out of the room, Kayla glanced around, thinking about her boyfriend back home, Danny. "I suppose I'll miss him," she muttered, making a face at the thought.
Lily, who had been listening from the doorway, turned back with a smile. "I said we could go anywhere, remember?"
Wearing her shades, she turned her back to Kayla. "Now we can finally enjoy the life we always wanted. Come on, let's check out the ocean."
Kayla exhaled, standing up and following her friend. A sea of people occupied the beach and Lily had positioned them near a group of men in swimming trunks, who'd been talking happily until Lily's entrance. The men had several snide comments but quieted down when they saw her in the bikini.
"That could be an issue," Kayla muttered.
"I know," Lily grinned, "the best thing to do is give them a show. Are you ready? One. Ready? Two. Go!"
As instructed, Kayla took a deep breath and uncovered her own bikini, standing at attention. The men returned to their laughter, if a bit more quietly.
Lily and Kayla spread out their towels on the sand next to each other, affording them ample space for tanning. Lily plopped onto her towel and stretched out, looking up at the sky.
"The grand reveal," she teased, dripping with sarcasm.
Kayla crossed her arms, glancing around. "Uh, I think I'll pass," she said guiltily.
"You won't regret it. It's... life-changing," Lily proclaimed.
"Exciting enough, I'm sure," Kayla returned cautiously.
Lily chuckled and unwrapped her sarong, revealing her bikini. The men in shorts on the beach gawked at them, but Kayla couldn't admit to feeling afraid or out of place.
"Oh, Kay?" Lily remarked, looking alongside at her friend. "Your turn. Show everyone what you've got."
Kayla sagged, cringing at the suggestion. "Ugh, I'll pass. They'll make fun of us."
"Totally, especially if you pass up this chance," Lily encouraged wryly. "Give them something to talk about."
Kayla, feeling the peer pressure, relented, her expression returning to a cheery smile. "Okay, I'll do it."
Lily held out her arm. "One. Ready? Two. Go!"
Kayla held her breath, reminding herself how comfortable she was with her body. When the order came, she unwrapped her sarong and took her top and bottoms in hand.
"Crap, who's looking?" Kayla murmured, covering herself.
The men were closely watching, trying to speed it up. Lily guffawed but nodded encouragingly. Kayla loosened her grip and let her bikini top and bottoms fall to the sand, drawing their attention. Both women rolled their eyes at the rowdy response.
"Alright, guys, that's enough," Kayla said, feigning a scolding tone.
At this, the men reddened, looking away. Kayla giggled and thought about Danny. "This could be fun."
Lily raised an eyebrow. "We could go anywhere now, you know."
Kayla sighed, realizing how liberating this journey could be. "Oh, I guess you're right. That's what living your own adventure is all about!"
Laughing, the pair knelt to spread out their towels, then lay down. The sun blazed high overhead, punctuating the hot day with a gleam. The laughter of bypassers signaled a contented lifestyle, shared on the blushing shores of an unknown world.
It's not like standing on a diving board, Lily.
Lily gave her a glance through her sunglasses. "It's exactly like being on a diving board," she replied.
Kayla clenched her sarong, hesitating, looking at the men, then at Lily.
"You did this on purpose," she said accusingly.
"I wanted to show you something. One, two, three."
Kayla unfastened her sarong, showing her body. She wore a pale blue strapless one-piece swimsuit, tight across her slender figure, highlighting her curves. The suit had high-cut legs, showing off her hips and running down between her legs in a thin blue strip. The strip was slimmer than she would have preferred, but Lily swayed her into it. She glanced at the men again, relieved that she had at least stood her ground regarding the boob tube concept.
"What are you trying to show me?" Kayla inquired.
Lily laid a hand on her thigh lightly. "Simply how hot you are."
Kayla wanted to object, but she looked down at herself, how the suit showcased her body, supporting her ample breasts, hiding her flat stomach, accenting her hip curve.
"It's your new you, Kay. You can have whoever you want, looking like that," she suggested.
Lily put her sunglasses back in place and settled on her towel, her body a sculpture of soft curves.
"You still doing that?" Kayla questioned.
Lily nodded, her breasts bouncing slightly, encased in a black chest band. Her skin glimmered as the first beads of sweat emerged.
"Just enjoying the male attention, Kay. Keeping it up," she stated.
Kayla lay herself on her towel, spreading her leg, displaying the enticing curve of her bottom, her toned thigh.
"You got it. Now move on, shall we?"
"Go for a swim first?"
"No way. We're too busy advancing the story," Lily responded.
"But we're at the beach."
Lily chuckled and turned to her side, flashing her friend a grin. "Yeah, we could get sunburn. We should take precautions."
"Oh no," Kayla said.
"Oh yes," Lily rebutted.
Lily reached into her bag and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. She handed it to Kayla, teasing her.
"Do my back?"
"People are watching."
"Hope so, Kay," Lily stated.
Lily lay on her back, resting her chin on her crossed arms, waiting. Kayla hesitated, refusing to look at the men or anywhere but at Lily's back. She opened the sunscreen and squeezed a dollop onto her friend's skin. Lily shivered with pleasure.
"This is cold. It's making my nipples hard," Lily moaned.
"No, it's the air temperature."
Lily laughed to herself. "Just go with it, Kay."
Kayla began spreading the lotion over Lily's back.
"In the café, Kay, when you rewrote your body, you missed this," Lily remarked.
"What?"
"You didn't change your body image. You're as uncomfortable as can be right now, aren't you?"
"Yes," Kayla hissed. "Thanks to you."
"I'm just trying to make you see the new you."
Kayla's hands moved to Lily's shoulders, stroking her skin.
"Tell me something, Lil, did you?"
"Did I tone myself up a bit? Adjust my description a touch? Nope. I've always looked fuckable," she laughed.
Kayla blinked at the word, her hands pausing.
"That's it, Kay. In my world, I've always been the femme fatale. Femmes don't do well with cellulite. I'm not bad; I was just drawn that way," she chuckled.
"But you haven't improved."
"Nah. I might consider enhancing these," she pointed to her breasts, "but I like my girls as they are. A handful, but not a mouthful. I'm pretty comfortable in my skin, indeed."
"All done."
Lily turned over, gazing at her friend for a moment, then shook her head.
"Here, give me the sun cream. Let me show you what looking good feels like."
Lily spread the sunscreen on her arms, working her way down to her fingertips, her skin shining slightly in the sun. She squirted more cream onto her stomach, and began to rub it in, her fingers gliding smoothly over her taut abs until they too shimmered in the light. She traced a path of white cream down the insides of her thighs, her hands moving skillfully, massaging every inch of her soft skin, down to the edges of her string bikini bottoms.
Lily smothered her face and neck with cream, also rubbing a dollop onto the area between her breasts. Slowing down, her fingertips swished below her under the tight bandeau, grazing over her chest. Her nipples became engorged, touching the fabric firmly.
She wiped cream on her belly again, and her fingers meandered towards her groin.
"Going down there?" Kayla asked with a hiss.
"Yep," Lily said.
Still hushing her hands beneath the tiny bikini bottoms, her fingers rubbed against her waxed mons, creating visible outlines on the black fabric. Lily exhaled.
"Lily, it's a public beach," Kayla remarked.
Lily pulled her fingers back, making a show of drying them on her towel.
"That's how you apply sun cream, Kay. If you want it done perfectly, you need to do it yourself, you know?" Lily said. "Like many other things."
"Too inappropriate for work," Kayla said.
"Need me for the next step?"
"What? There's another step?"
"Flip to your stomach. Sun protection."
"Did I misunderstand you?"
"Just lay down. I wouldn't want you to burn."
Lily smiled at Kayla. She understood what the expression meant. Impatiently, Kayla moved to her stomach, revealing the nape of her neck.
Lily coated Kayla's arms with the sun cream, brushing it across her shoulder blades, moving down her legs.
"Simply relax," Lily said softly.
Kayla steeled herself for Lily's touch.
"I mean it. This is meant to be enjoyable. Not serious," Lily continued.
Lily's fingers circled Kayla's arms, sliding along her back, almost reaching Kayla's head, tickling her neck. Her tiny hairs stood on end from the stimulus.
"Difficult to withstand," Lily commented.
"Yes. You're proficient at this," Kayla muttered.
Lily's fingers wandered down Kayla's torso, lingering at the top of her swimsuit, pushing it up, gliding her fingers beneath its fabric.
"Proceed forward," Kayla demanded.
"Just making sure there aren't any openings, Kay," Lily responded.
Lily started on Kayla's legs, smeared with sun cream. Her fingers slid up her calves, mapping the curve, then up her thighs. The high-cut trim of her bathing suit gathered light blue fabric between Kayla's buttocks, so she could deliberately tug on it to ease the suit.
"Hey," Kayla said defensively.
"This is the best part," Lily mentioned.
She detached her palms, raising a thick dollop onto her hands, then looked down at Kayla's buttocks, slightly parted by a strip of material running down the cleft. Both women seemed in sync.
Lily kneaded Kayla's derrière with her fingers, leaving her with a shiny glaze. Her thumbs dabbed into the space between Kayla's thighs, spreading her legs occasionally. Lily's moved her thumbs up Kayla's buttocks, enjoying the present.
"Enough of this?" Kayla asked distractedly.
She flipped over, facing Lily. Her nipples remained hard and visible through her suit.
"How much did you like it?" Lily asked.
Kayla failed to answer, rubbing cream on her breasts casually. Nipples stood proud.
"I'm not the only one," Lily laughed. "Prepared for the next bit?"
"Another part?"
"Never at rest, Kay."
Kayla peeped over Lily's shoulder.
"Hi."
One of the youths had arrived, donning swim shorts and sporting a happy demeanor behind Lily. He displayed a well-tanned body with thick rogue hair. Lily rotated to greet him.
"Hi," Lily whispered.
"New to the beach."
"Yes, we arrived just now," Lily replied.
Her gaze fell on his chest, then his abs, and his muscular thighs.
"Got any recommendations for food or activities?" he asked.
"Not a food guide. Know the happenings around here," he disagreed.
"Night entertainment."
"That's true," he confirmed.
"Action?"
"Yep, as frequently as you like."
"'Crowded and noisy' are common issues with clubs," Lily mentioned casually. She bent down, sinking her toes into the warm sand. "The beach gets quieter and less busy after sunset. It's a full moon tonight, too."
She offered him a reassuring smile.
"You trying to hit on me?" she teased.
"You trying to be hit on?"
She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you think?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "You're new in the city. It's just you and your friend. I thought you two might feel lonely."
Kayla's eyes wandered to his swim shorts briefly, catching a glimpse of his physique. Lily's intense green eyes met the young man's gaze, her lips curling into a smirk. Then, she winked at him.
"We're not lonely," she breathed sexily, "We've got each other."
Kayla's eyes widened slightly, but she remained silent. Lily turned her head back to him, pressing her lips against his in a quick, passionate kiss. He stared at her in shock as she broke it off, turning to face Kayla.
"Sorry," she murmured.
He stood back up, now wearing a grin. "I guess I'll let you be," he said.
"Sure."
"Enjoy your evening at the beach," he advised before walking away.
Kayla waited until he was out of earshot before letting out a low growl, "What the hell was that?"
Lily stretched out on the beach towel, propping her head up with her arms. "Just a bit of fun, Kay. Were you attracted by that guy's reaction?"
"You kissed me!"
"I know, did I ever tell you that I'm a good kisser?"
"Don't start."
Lily chuckled gently. "I was a bit turned on, though."
"Blimey."
Lily traced a finger down her toned stomach, smiling seductively. "Maybe I'm in heat," she joked.
"You're acting strange," Kayla remarked, lying down next to her friend.
"I'm not into this guy. I think I was just sending him a message."
"What message?"
"Same thing I always say: I'm a good kisser, right? You went all tingly, didn't you?"
"I don't know where you're going with this."
Lily laughed softly, settling back down on the towel. "I did get a bit tingly, actually. Maybe I've got heat stroke."
Lily sighed, shoving her towel into the washing machine and starting a load. It was strange for her to be doing washing when she usually lived the life of luxury. Imagine having to sort out a broken washing machine - it was downright irritating. But time at the beach was more important. She had enjoyed some attractive men's gazes as they lay on their towels nearby.
Nothing could go right today. The washing machine hadn't listened to her, despite her constant pressing of the control panel buttons. Frustration bubbled inside her. She thought briefly about putting her unsorted laundry in the trash but Kayla wouldn't like that. She had to get to the root of the problem.
Giving in, she phoned Apartment Services and waited for what seemed an eternity for someone to answer. The apartment maintenance man finally arrived, predictably unremarkable with his white shirt and dark shorts. He looked even younger than her, a little taller, and his shoulders were slumped as if he wanted to disappear. He was so concerned about his job that his eyes never met hers.
"This way," she told him before leaving.
Leading him to the laundry room, she couldn't help notice the way his eyes followed her movements. She purposely smiled at him, ensuring he was aware of the way her hips swayed with each step.
"I can't get this thing to work," she stated.
He headed towards the machine, his gaze not straying from its control panel. "Let me see," he mumbled.
Lily watched as he tinkered with the machine, realizing that he was avoiding all contact with her.
"Alright, now your controls should function again," he explained.
"What did you do? Please tell me."
"The washing machine has a child lock button. I simply unlocked the controls," he explained timidly.
"How thoughtful," she muttered.
He glanced up at her, before quickly averting his gaze back to the machine in front of him.
"To ensure the safety of kids," he mumbled, then his eyes expanded, and he gazed up at her, comprehending his implication.
"Really?" Lily grinned.
"Wait... not that I mean, I didn't suggest you were... I'm confident you would've understood it anyway, right?"
Lily contemplated the young man in front of her, her eyes twinkling while maintaining a neutral expression. He seemed eager for the earth to swallow him. Gradually and cautiously, Lily unwrapped her sarong from her waist and took it off. She remained in front of him, draped in her tight black bikini, clutching the sarong in her hands.
"Now, I can do laundry," she declared.
Lily bent over to stuff the sarong into the machine, tilting her lower back towards him to expose her attractive butt. She manipulated the machine's interface, setting it in operation. It emitted a soft hum. She rose up.
"Good to go. Thank you, uh...?"
"Martin. I'm Martin."
"Thanks, Martin. Is there anything else you have to do?"
He pondered and looked around the room.
"I'll let you continue then," Lily stated, "Allow me to escort you out."
She strode past him while he followed, their feet smacking on the tiled floor. She threw open the apartment's door.
"Thanks again," she said softly.
Martin's cheeks turned a warm shade of pink as he managed a nod and a whisper: "Any time."
He paused, locked on her feet. Lily lay her palm on her thigh and smiled charmingly while witnessing his discomfort.
"Thanks," Lily repeated, and shut the door.
With the door secured, she leaned against it, savouring the tingling sensation within her core. Martin was utterly perplexed, and it thrilled Lily more than any guy on the beach sneaking stares at her had. Martin experienced a tad of bewilderment. Lily's hand roamed over her flat stomach and onto the fabric of her bikini bottoms. No, she thought, she'll need to save it.
Tri tossed the remote at her.
"You're in charge."
"What're you going to do?"
"I'll tackle the TV. You perpetrate the takeaway."
"Thai?"
"Not just noodles, though."
"Alright."
Tri put on her shoes and bought her pockets.
"Utilize the company card, Kay. That's its function."
Kayla removed the credit card from the counter and left for the front door, entrusting the TV issue to Lily. She stared at the gigantic, dark screen. Lily experimented with different buttons.
"I might as well summon a universal remote. Please, don't make me."
Lily struggled with the control for several minutes before discarding it on the couch in vexation.
"Screw it."
She ventured towards the phone and dialled a number.
"Hi, penthouse. The entertainment system is inoperative. Thanks."
She placed the phone back and relaxed.
A knock on the door ensued after a couple of minutes. Lily swung the door open.
"Martin, good response time."
"I was prompt. I arrived directly here."
"From where? Your underground abode?"
"It's not exactly that. It's the staff apartment. It's connected to the deal."
"It's still a cage in the basement, right?"
"It's an advantage. I won't have to wait for a lift," Martin argued, a mild dissatisfaction creeping into his tone. "So, what went awry?"
Lily picked up the control and passed it to him. He set his phone on the table and examined the control. He pressed a button, frowned. He turned to the nonresponsive screen.
"Did you happen to activate the power supply?" he questioned.
"What? Didn't I...?"
Martin sauntered over to the wall and pressed a tiny button at the base of the frame. The screen revived.
"Uh, have you tried just turning it on?" he nudged.
"Resorting to sterotypes? Ugh."
Martin's face reddened, and he avoided her gaze, choosing instead to focus on his shoes.
"My condolences, I hadn't considered it."
Lily repressed a retort, aggrieved that he'd used a cliche she'd employed numerous times before, tackling technical issues for a living. Although she didn't have a clerking role at Starling software, designing prime accounting software wasn't a foreign concept to her.
"A little too conceited."
Martin flushed slightly and shifted his focus to Lily.
"My apologies, it seemed like a quick and feeble relocation."
Lily observed Martin flinch, realizing too late how that last phrase might come across, pushing him further into a trap. She mused, "If he was determined to keep digging, why not give him what he wanted?"
"A blonde? Yes. That's what I've always thought."
"I didn't say..."
"I'm just glad I remembered how to use the door."
"You're upset. Why don't you tell me how to better understand what you're saying?"
Martin gazed at the ground, as if willing it to swallow him up. His phone buzzed on the table, but he remained still.
"More tasks?" Lily questioned cheerfully. "Perhaps a blonde got stuck in an elevator, thinking it was broken when her blonde mind simply forgot to choose a floor."
Lily picked up Martin's phone, then inspected it. She queried, "What's this?"
Lily's eyes brightened as her own simmered with anger.
"Give it back," Martin pleaded.
Despite his request, Lily carelessly tapped away on the screen. "There's a girl on your phone, Martin. Look, she's inquiring how my day's going," she read aloud before tapping again. "It's been terrible."
"Please, give me my phone!"
Lily almost smiled. "She's sent you a sad emoticon and asks how she can cheer me up. Shall we see if she can make me feel better, Martin?"
"Stop!" Martin urged, yet his voice lacked convincing force.
"But her boobs are bouncing!" Lily cried, flicking through the images, adding, "Did you pay for the premium service?"
Martin folded his arms and fixed Lily with a glare, but he didn't respond. After a moment, Lily looked up from the screen.
"How does it work?" she inquired casually.
"It's a dating app. You speak to her, and she gets to know you. The app then searches for similar people."
"And you've met someone?"
"No."
"Where's the fun in that?" Lily taunted him. "Explain the parts you'd want me to understand."
"It's called Qupid. It's a dating app with a virtual companion. You speak to her and she becomes familiar with your interests. The service then finds real people that match her."
"She isn't real, is she, Martin? You're aware of this, right?"
Martin hesitated before offering, "The concept is that you have a companion and you interact with her. Then, the service searches for people that align with your personality."
Lily invited, "So you engage with this virtual companion, and the service helps you find someone with similar characteristics?"
Martin nodded.
"And then you meet real people?"
"Yes," Martin agreed.
Lily glanced at the TV. "Is it working now? I can finally watch my shows?"
"Yes," Martin replied dazedly.
"Thank you, Martin. You're always a useful helper," she said, then went inside the penthouse.
The next day, they visited the beach, and then shopped a little. Kayla acknowledged feeling lonely, and while she pondered what to do, Lily considered her options on the penthouse balcony. She debated putting on a risqué bikini and flirting with the young men on the beach. Or, she could visit a beach bar to see if anything was happening there. However, it seemed like she was itching for more than flirtation.
She pondered the possibility of picking up a man, taking him back, but it didn't feel like the itch she was attempting to scratch. Then, she recalled the end of her conversation with Martin. Was it loneliness? She had initiated the reunion with Kayla, giving her freedom, passing on the reins. Had she done it for Kayla's sake, or because she didn't want to be alone?
She entertained the notion of acting out her itch further, perhaps asking out a stranger, but her gut told her it would not satisfy her. Reflecting on her talk with Martin, she recalled him mentioning how the service used a massive language model to foster an interactive voice conversation, the AI tailoring the digital representation based on her personal preferences. Additionally, she remembered his discussion of the adversarial training algorithm refining its responses through her interaction customs as a positive reinforcement. She also pondered the similarity engine, which compared the neural nets of all companions to find a match, and the compensation design that worked to maintain customer involvement.
Lastly, she considered the loneliness. At the church, Kayla had required time to herself, and she sensed Kayla was still struggling with her new reality. Lily, too, felt listless, in need of something to fulfill her. With a shrug, she made a decision. "That's it," she declared, crossing the penthouse to enter the living room. "Kayla, we're going to find someone to love. It's time."
She reminisced about the time Damian had told her he loved her, with the lights of the city sparkling through her apartment window as she prepared for work-an all-hands meeting was to take place at the founder of Starling headquarters. She hadn't even noticed; he'd not said it again. It was just a brief remark that indicated the end.
Lily hadn't been aware of it back then or interpreted his glance. It took a cab receipt weeks later for the pieces to be put together. That was the last moment when he truly meant it when he said it. She raised her head, but he had already vanished into the night.
Parading over to the television, Lily detached a cable. She reached for the landline phone and punched the numbers with her fingertips. Martin arrived a few minutes later and she invited him in.
"Hey, it's the TV again, could you take a look?" she questioned nonchalantly.
Distracted by Lily's silhouetted form in her revealing bikini, Martin quickly moved to the lounge to address the issue. She stood aside, observing him with a smirk on her face. He removed the cable, attempting to diagnose the problem, but his gaze betrayed him. Lily teased, "Are you warm?" inquiring playfully.
His response was a meek denial. She circled a finger around his heated face, then held the remote in the air.
"You seem warm, my dear," she giggled.
"I'm not," he mumbled.
Her British accent was the contrast to the reassurance in her tone as she inquired about her safety.
"Is there something you're not telling me, Martin? I want to feel secure, don't I?" she whispered suggestively.
Martin's face reddened further upon hearing her queries.
"Would you be more comfortable if I were clothed?" she asked innocently.
"No, it's only the television."
"I was just wearing whatever was convenient. If I had known you'd be coming, I would've put some clothes on," Lily stated, seeming unsure about her decision.
Martin's eyes bugged, and she had to stifle a grin.
"It might not be wise to tempt you," she chided.
The tension grew when she discovered he was a virgin at 23 years old, still untouched by the world.
"You mean to say, you've never felt anything inside a woman, ever?" Lily demanded astonished.
Martin's hands instinctively clenched around his private area as he squirmed from her gaze. Lily continued, "Considering the state of things down there," she observed, gesturing to the bulge in his pants, "But does the idea entice you?"
Martin's forehead flushed bright red, his grip on his jeans becoming tighter.
"I've never thought about it that way or experienced it," Martin confessed timidly.
Lily gazed down at him, expectant. "How about imagining it?" she prompted, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"No."
"What do you imagine when you've sought solace in your bedroom?" Lily probed.
Martin's eyes closed tight.
"I'd like to know. What do I look like in your mind?" she asked coyly, a finger traced alongside his jawline, encouraging his response.
His cheeks flushed scarlet as he remained silent. Lily pressed for an answer and brought his face closer.
"Have you?" she asked again, eyebrows arched expectantly.
"It's not... I can't quite... I've never..."
"You've never?"
His lips quivered, teetering on the brink of confession.
"Have you fantasized about it, what I would look like lying in bed, waiting for you to arrive?" she whispered hoarsely. "Have you ever imagined me on top of you, feeling your warm cock against my soaked my lover?"
A spark of lust lit Martin's eyes as he held his hand over his swollen member.
"You've fantasized about sliding into me, haven't you?" he whispered, breathless.
To her surprise, Martin nodded. Lily's grin increased as she read his mind.
"With me, right here, if a mere thought drives you wild, just imagine..."
Martin gaped at her, devoid of any shred of dignity. He'd revealed his guiltiest secret to the female he lusted after, exposing himself in every sense. Lily's expression changed to a wicked smirk, causing him to recoil from her unwavering gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul.
Her fingers held his jaw tightly, marveling at his surrender to her touch. But it was the way he stared at her that kindled an insatiable flame deep within her core. Her heart raced in her ears as she loosened her grip on him and swiveled around to unfasten her bikini top. She allowed it to fall on the floor.
Lily thumbed her bikini bottoms, sliding them down her legs to leave her bare. She stood before the quivering man completely naked.
"In your fantasies, did I look like this?" she softly whispered.
"Don't."
"Don't?"
"Yes, enough. I know what you're after. I understand your intentions."
Martin's face twisted in anguish. Lily pondered over him for a while before answering.
"What do I want?"
"To degrade me. Women like you enjoy degrading me. You're flashing yourself, but I know I'm not allowed. I'll never be allowed."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not up to par. I'm simply a plaything to you, someone you use for your own amusement. That's what you're doing now. I know what you're doing, and it's not fair to do this to me. It's way too cruel. You're way too cruel."
Martin stopped and gasped for air. His eyes were wide and brimming with tears. He was panting.
Lily rested her fingers on his chest, tracing up to his neck and wrapping her arms around the back of his head. She sensed the tension in his body, his muscles tense as steel. He could easily overpower her if he desired: Lily couldn't fend him off. Besotted as he was, she knew she wouldn't stand a chance.
"So, come on," Lily crooned, "Do you want what you're forbidden from having?"
"Yes," Martin gasped, almost inaudibly. "So much."
Lily's hands moved again, back to his chest, applying pressure. Martin stepped back and Lily followed, pushing him back against a dining table until he collided with a chair. He plummeted onto its seat with a thud. His head was now at the same level as her breasts, and she moved in close, bumping them into his vision. Martin bit his lower lip.
"Please, stop."
Lily stooped over until her nipples nearly brushed his lips. Martin's eyes were fixed on her breasts. She fastened his belt buckle and slid the belt off, disrobing him of it.
"You want me to be preserved for later," Lily said.
"Yes."
"I'll feel more secure like this."
She stepped behind the chair, urging his arms behind its back and tying his wrists together with the belt. She tightened it, then stroked his shoulders.
"Here. I feel safer now. I feel safer now, with you helplessly pinned to a chair."
Lily traced her fingers along her torso, contemplating her prey. Martin was glued to the floor, his head upturned towards her.
"You've never seen this, right? Ever tasted it?"
"No. Please, just...."
"Oh, that's tragic," Lily gloated.
She twirled her fingers along her navel, watching as Martin's body tensed, his eyes locked on her crotch. She spread herself open with her fingers, beckoning him to behold her, and then drew her moist finger through her flesh. She stroked it across his lips.
"Taste what?" she purred.
Martin's lips wrapped around her digit and he started sucking vigorously. Lily pulled her finger from his mouth.
"No," she scolded. "I didn't tell you to suck."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Lily pressed her finger against his lips until he was quiet.
"All right," she said. "Enough with the preliminaries. Let's see your bit."
Very carefully, Lily peeled open Martin's pants. His erection surfaced, standing erect against his crotch like a steel pillar. Lily's crotch tingled, longing to be filled by it, but she held back and instead looked down at it.
"Think that's enough for a woman?" she asked, contemplating the size.
Martin stared up at her, overwhelmed, struggling to speak.
"Maybe you chose wisely."
She placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading his muscles as he strained against his ties.
Do you understand why I tied your hands? Why I wanted to feel secure?
Martin waved his head, lost within his thoughts.
"A female's deepest dread during sexual encounters with males is they'll murder her. What's a male's biggest fear while having intimate moments with a woman, Martin?"
"I'm not sure."
"Woman, you do. That she'll mock him."
Lily peer down at his penis with a smirk. Something shifted within Martin, which led him to intensely attempt freeing himself from the chair. Lily manoeuvred on top of his lap, pinning him down. His penis pulsed between them.
"Release me," he roared.
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you being so feisty? I arrived to help."
As his anger surged to life, his penis twitched, touching her belly while he squirmed beneath her. Lily had no intention of allowing him to escape, however.
"Bitch?"
"Yes, a bitch. I've merely come to help. I knew you were one of them. I could tell."
His eyes flared as his wrath took hold.
"You're nothing but a tease. All you wish to do is torment. That's all your race do. You make us feel unvalued and then you flaunt your assets and expect us to admire you and long for you and require you and..."
Lily lifted her body, tilting her pelvis, and then dropped her hips on his manhood once more. She was soaked, forcing him deep into her with one fluid motion, embedding him fully into her. Martin froze as if he'd been hit by a sniper.
"Anything else to say?" Lily query.
She then stayed silent, waiting for his response. Undaunted, she continued riding him, relishing the way he filled her, carefully developing a beat in his throbbing dick. She sensed him tighten below her and she wrapped his head in her arm, pressing his face into her chest, smothering him. Martin could still move, thrusting up to align with her, his breath ragged between her breasts.
Lily dominated him, repeatedly grinding her clit against his root with each push, obtaining her own pleasure at his expense, arousing her pleasure. She drew in her nails onto his shoulders, feeling the immersive desire within her, the piercing edge of her climax.
"About to orgasm?" she growled. "Do you want me to make you cum?"
"Yes, please. I must..."
"You're about to cum for me?"
"I..."
She observed him within her, felt his trembling body beneath her. Shit, she thought to herself internally.
Riding him aggressively, relentlessly thrusting herself onto his shuddering erection, Lily continued tormenting him, finally providing him friction he required. He shuddered, tensed, and responded with a howl into her cleavage as she crushed his face against her bosom. Lily climaxed now, releasing all her tension at last. She pushed hard onto him, riding the precipice, defiling herself on this wilting prick.
At last, he spent, and she reclined her back, looking down at his prodigously red face, bounding with sweat.
"Time to halt the bullshitting now?" she questioned, offering him a phony smile.
Martin shook his head. "I... damn it."
"Goddess," Lily teased, climbing from his decreasing member.
She strolled around to the rear of the chair to free his hands.
"Any free time for you tomorrow afternooon, Martin?" She inquired.
"Nope, why?"
"I suppose it's time you learn about tongue jobs."
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