Mister Farid - Pt. 02

Mister Farid - Part 2

"You seem to be in a good mood, Carla."

Carla was mid-bite of a burrito when the comment was made, looking over at her dark-skinned colleague as they swirled around juice in a metal water bottle, juice likely laced with a shot of vodka, but Marna never got intoxicated at work. So no one felt the need to bring it up with management.

The break room at the little grocery store where Carla worked was a bit dingy, but they kept it clean. The story of just about everything in the suburb where it was located, same as where she lived.

Just that little bit worn, but not quite run down, and though hardly the glamorous side of town, wasn't in such a state to be considered the 'bad' side of town either. It was just a bit rough. Crime wasn't any better or worse than in most places, so naturally they still got the occasional tweaker causing a ruckus and a mess for Carla to help clean up.

Carla swallowed the bite of her burrito and shot Marna a quizzical look.

"Do I?"

"Yup," Brodie piped up, shovelling down corn chips like they were going out of style. The man from Australia had sandy-coloured everything, it seemed, except for the green and red of the store uniform. Even his eyes were a light brown.

"Everyone can see it Carla, you even seem less tired than usual," Marna assured as she checked her frizzy hair. "Is that second job working out for you?"

"You could say that," Carla confessed, divulging nothing. "It's odd, it's a nice chance to relax while doing something. Focused, but no stress."

"Uh uh, you were like that before now," Brodie interrupted, mouth half full. He was a nice guy, but a bit lacking in manners. He turned to Marna. "I bet she's got herself a boyfriend."

"What?" Carla blurted out sharply.

"Well, I'll take that as confirmation," Marna quipped.

"Not just that, I bet she got laid," Brodie added.

"Brodie!" Carla snapped, face flushing red.

"Oh, now that's interesting, what makes you say that?" Marna asked, knowing full well how embarrassed Carla was right now. She was also a good person, but she liked to tease.

"Look, I've known plenty of girls in my time, gone out with my boyfriend to parties with friends. But most importantly, I've seen girls in the share house I live in coming home all smiles and cheer, and I can tell they're having a nice time at some guy or gal's house when they get the chance. Not just a hookup, a partner. That's what makes me say it."

Brodie promptly caught a cap to the face, part of Carla's uniform. He and Marna shared a laugh.

"Hey, nothing to be upset about. Happy for you," Marna assured, Brodie finishing off his corn chips, licking his orange fingers clean. "What's the lucky guy or girl's name?"

"Well, since you really want to know, yes, I'm... seeing someone. But it's between me and him," Carla stated, sounding slightly miffed.

"So it is a guy," Marna pointed out, chuckling and sipping her vodka juice. "Is he cute."

"Yes, he's cute, yes, he's hot, but again, it's between me and him. He wants to keep things private, and after getting to know him, I'm okay with that."

"Hmm, you sure that's alright?" Brodie inquired. "Sounds like things could get messy."

"You don't have to worry about me, my ass is gone if things start getting bad. But... he's kind, and amazing. And a lot of fun," Carla explained, keeping details deliberately vague.

"I bet he is," Brodie teased knowingly, earning a middle finger this time.

"You can't have him, you've already got a boyfriend," Carla warned half-jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'm quite happy with Favreau, I don't see myself stealing the boyfriends from any of the girls I know. Not any time soon at least."

He reached into his bag under the table, and pulled out another bag of corn chips. How he wasn't fat, Carla would never know.

"Glad to hear it," she answered in a deadpan tone.

"So... you wouldn't happen to have met this guy through your side gig?" Marna surmised coyly.

They knew she cleaned for some guy, but they didn't know the exact details. It never seemed important enough to bring up.

"Maybe," Carla suggested, taking another coy bite of her burrito.

"How fairy tale; meeting prince charming while cleaning his bathroom."

Marna giggled, and Carla gave them a wry smirk.

"Hey, at least I've found a guy, you're still working it out with the last one," Carla jabbed.

"Oh, now that's cold," Marna quipped. Her last relationship didn't work out that well, but she was one cool individual. It took a lot to get her upset, and she could take as much as she dished. Besides, her last relationship didn't so much explode as grind to a halt because she caught the guy hitting on her sister. And stealing from her wallet.

"Yeah, you're right, a bit of a low blow," Carla apologised, but it wasn't entirely sincere, a pointed smirk on her face.

"No, I get it, payback is fair," Marna conceded.

"I get off Scott free!" Brodie laughed, prompting Carla to steal his bag of corn chips and take a crushing fistful and stuff them in her mouth. "Hey!"

"Wamma beht?" Carla taunted as Brodie took back his chips, a stifled laugh escaping Carla's full mouth.

"Now now, girls, no need to fight," Marna teased. She decided to get things back on topic. "So, what are you willing to tell us about this guy?"

"Well... tall, dark, and handsome actually fits? And he's got a quiet life, which honestly just suits me so much. We see each other when we have time, it's a bit of a 'small time' sort of thing. Maybe it'll get more serious, but right now... I think we're both happy with where things are at."

"Hey, as long as you're happy and he's not taking advantage of you," Marna said.

"Honestly, I think he's worried about overstepping boundaries. He's really too polite for that, and I mean polite in an 'actually polite' kinda of way, not a creepy, weird 'm'lady' sort of way. Hell, I don't think he noticed I was hot for him for a little while."

"Sounds like you won the lottery," Brodie quipped. "You cherish that shit for as long as you got it."

"Oh, don't you worry Brodie," Carla remarked with a smile. "I'm making the most of every moment."

---

Carla clocked off at the end of the day, and caught the bus home to her apartment. Inside, she took her uniform off before she even got to her bedroom, kicking off her shoes by the door and stripping out of her shirt and slacks until she was only in her underwear, dropping both halves of the uniform in the hamper she put in her bedroom.

She got dressed into something casual for the evening, stepping back out into the main area of her apartment, and admiring its neatness.

Ever since she started 'seeing' Amon, she felt motivated to keep her own living arrangements tidier than usual. She couldn't quite explain it, but despite how oddly exhausted she got whenever they had some fun, just having someone to want to be neat for encouraged her to be neater in her home life.

Not that there wasn't some laziness still, a dressing gown from the other night draped over the back of the couch, and it wasn't like Amon demanded perfection. Hell, he could be quite lazy himself.

But he always did his best to be neat, to make her job easier.

It meant she could get her work done faster, and then...

She loosed a tittering sigh at the thought.

He made love in a way that just made her heart race. He was so... animated. So touchy. He wanted her to feel good.

Their relationship wasn't much more than that, and neither seemed too keen on taking things further, but 'fuck buddy' didn't seem to do Amon any justice.

He didn't call her just to get his dick wet, and she didn't turn up out of the blue when she wanted the D. They waited for the time they'd be together, and enjoyed it as much as they could.

They both agreed his lifestyle wasn't all that conducive to a full-time relationship. That, and Carla just felt like she was too out of his league for it.

What she told her colleagues earlier that day was true, but more factually it was her idea. She didn't want people finding out she was dating this super hot rich dude and starting gossip or asking her for things. She preferred their hook-ups private and quiet.

Even if that tongue of his could get her practically screaming in the bedroom.

Gods, she had to stop thinking about it, or she was going to get horny and have to call upon her other 'friend'.

It'd seen less use since the start of Carla's new arrangement with Amon, but somethings, she just needed it. It could keep her 'entertained' on the lonely nights.

Maybe one day she could bring Amon to her place. Just to spice things up... though it wasn't quite as private.

She sighed, and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a can of wine and cracking it open with a hiss.

She wandered over too the couch and flicked the TV on, some program about animals in the Galapagos Islands.

Carla couldn't focus on what was being said all that much, her thoughts elsewhere and her attention on the can of wine in her hand.

Then she got a text message. She idly checked it, and saw who it was from.

Afar.

It was her little code for Amon Farid, a bit of clever wordplay, she did think so herself, just to add that bit of extra privacy, even if the code itself was a little mysterious.

Either way, it got her rapt attention quickly, and checked the contents of the message.

Carla. Next week is going to be busy. You can still come, but we mightn't be able to spend too much time together. I've got business associates coming over pretty much every day. Just letting you know. Sorry about it.

A sigh left her lips.

It wasn't unusual people were over, but there was at least a day they could have on their own. But the whole week? She only visited three days. Talk about inconvenient. Usually when people were there, she kept quiet. Sometimes she spoke, but she was there to do a job, and she wasn't as comfortable around them as she was Amon. Amon, she'd arguably grown too comfortable around, just so quick to get aroused or quick of heart around him.

Whatever, she wasn't so obsessed with him that she couldn't go a week without having sex with him. But still, it was a ton of fun.

She murmured again, and went about flicking through the channels for something to watch before settling on streaming an old show she liked.

---

Carla didn't quite grasp how busy Amon actually meant his week was going to get.

She got another text message over the weekend, asking if she could come earlier than usual, to tidy up because he was basically preparing for a function in his own home.

There were already several people there when she arrived, including his agent, whom Carla had never before met.

He greeted her instead of Amon, who was somewhere inside.

"Ah, you must be Miss Myers. Please, come in."

He was friendly enough, but compared to Amon, it didn't feel as genuine.

Not hollow, not veiling a hidden contempt for her, just... businesslike. A formality and nothing more. Though there was a hint of stress on his face, which, given his skinny frame, seemed more evident.

He was gaunt, but on the taller side, and his skin was a pale brown, so not quite a walking corpse. His eyes were too bright for that vibe as well, but those green orbs seemed like they were looking around everywhere. That his short blonde hair was a little dishevelled further demonstrated his stress.

He didn't look like a professional, not with the green and yellow Hawaiian shirt. Even if he did have a black tie bizarrely hanging over his chest.

He had business casual slacks on, navy blue with a clean handkerchief spilling out of one of the pockets, the other looking bulky with things inside, a phone or wallet or such.

Carla entered with a nod, and saw another man in a business suit, talking quietly on his phone. They were bald and wearing dark glasses, maybe security? She didn't think Amon had or needed security.

Elsewhere, she heard a woman's voice, and Amon's. They were discussing something, quite businesslike.

"If you could be quick with your cleaning, that would be helpful," Amon's agent pushed. It was a little rude, but he was already pulling out his phone and calling someone up.

It was like they were about to host a foreign dignitary, just without all the extra bullshit that comes with that.

Carla rolled her eyes, but did as she was asked, and started in the kitchen, to the agent's chagrin, but he had no time to complain. Or right, for that matter.

As she moved to the lounge area, the bald guy glancing at her with an expression she couldn't quite decipher, Amon and the woman came out of one of the back rooms.

She was an older woman, in her 50s, but the term 'aged like wine' certainly applied; her wrinkles were fairly shallow, and her silver hair looked so shiny and healthy, even glinting in the lights. Her blue eyes were vibrant, like the sky, but her pupils were sharp and focused like a hawk prowling in it.

Her face was a little paler than the rest of her body, makeup no doubt, and she sported cherry-pink lip gloss.

A tight fitting, navy-blue dress hugged her curves, and she was quite shapely, but the fit was nonetheless refined and dignified, going down to her knees, black stockings covering the rest of her legs, her dark heels just as glossy as her hair.

There was a simple necklace of silver links around her neck, along with silver earrings with tiny diamonds embedded in each, along with a number of simple silver rings. She must have preferred it over gold.

Amon was in casual clothes, a grey T-shirt and some black jeans and black sneakers. Which still looked nicer than the new clothes Carla was wearing, pale-blue and tight-fitting jeans and a new purple tank top over a white undershirt, very neatly covering her midriff. Her shoes were still the same.

"Ah, Carla, glad you could make it!" Amon greeted, friendly as ever.

Carla was doing her best to suppress any 'wayward' reaction towards him. She didn't need to be getting a little hot under the hood around these people.

"Hello Amon," Carla replied, prompting a raised brow from the woman.

"First names?" she inquired curiously.

"Well, we have known each other for a few weeks," Amon answered with just a hint of snark. "Carla, this is Miss Diana Biers. She's an associate of mine, I've done a few gigs for her. Used to be quite the model herself in her day."

"Alas, these days maturity isn't so valued by young things and their..." She paused, eyes moving up and down Carla. "... modern tastes."

Carla bristled, and Amon cast a subtle look of annoyance Diana's way.

"Diana, manners," he warned more overtly.

"Sorry, just... some frustrations and what not. I let them out when I shouldn't have. Shall we start over?"

"Of course," Carla agreed, though she wasn't entirely sure Diana was genuine. It was hard to tell, the woman had a classy voice and spoke with a professional air. "Carla Myers."

"Diana Biers," Diana answered, offering her hand, and Carla accepted.

"As for the man who deserves a break, that's my Agent, Eugene Farnum. And the other guy in the corner there," Amon pointed to the bald man who only glanced in acknowledgement with a small nod, "is Taylor Barns. He's my makeup artist."

Carla blinked, looking at the bald dude in his business suit and dark glasses, sure he was security. She couldn't imagine him powdering up Amon's face.

Nor did she think Amon needed a makeup artist.

"Anyways, as much as I'd love for us to converse some more, the caterers will be arriving soon, and then the guests," Amon said, sounding a little exasperated.

"What's wrong, Amon? I thought you enjoyed hosting your little get togethers?" Diana quipped, Carla noting the woman was on a first-name basis too.

"I like hosting for ten people at best, I can expect more than twenty," he muttered. "And a bit more lively than usual."

"Fuji Takayama is a renowned fashion designer, in Asia and this part of the world, and she's interested in making you the model for her newest line of menswear," Diana explained. "And you expressed interest in return."

"Yes, I did. And I'm well aware of her ostentatious nature, and her flair for the grand, but did she have to throw this party of hers in my house? I know of a pretty good hotel and restaurant that'd be appropriate even for her."

"She wants to get to know you in 'your own environment'. Even if she plans to turn it into a whole song-and-dance."

Amon sighed.

"Alright. I'll go get ready for Mrs. Takayama then. Will Mister Takayama be joining us? None of our correspondence mentioned anything."

Diana chuckled.

"Of course not. He's probably back in Japan, out of the way like they both prefer."

Carla kept quiet, but she was starting to find all these fashion-world personalities draining. And she hadn't even met this 'Takayama' lady, or even heard of them until now.

Though, Amon was 'draining' too, in a completely different way. She pushed that thought aside before she flushed and Diana noticed. Carla just didn't want to be seen in a 'compromised state' before that woman.

"Well, I'll just finish up in here and then the rest of the house," Carla interjected.

"Right, yes. Sorry, Carla," Amon apologised. "Just a bit hectic right now."

"It's fine, we can chat another time," Carla assured.

Again, Diana raised a brow.

"Chats? You seem rather familiar with your cleaner, Amon," she remarked.

"I prefer knowing the people that come into my house than just pretending they're not there," Amon answered diplomatically.

Carla was not liking this Diana woman.

"I think I'm done in here, I'll deal with the laundry," she said a little curtly, and left the lounge room before Diana could make any more 'observations' about the familiarity between Amon and Carla.

Normally she enjoyed cleaning his place, it was oddly relaxing, but not right now.

Oh, she hoped he'd find some time to help her 'relax'.

She was only halfway done with the cleaning by the time the first of the caterers arrived. Fortunately she was finished with the bottom floor, giving the caterers a clean kitchen to start laying out the food and setting up the nice cutlery and such.

She could hear them downstairs, and a few heated words between Amon and Eugene.

Amon had, by now, changed into a really fancy three-piece suit, tailor-made, but also sporting some attributes that set it apart from typical business and formal-wear, sporting some exaggerated collars and really striking trim.

No tie, and the grey was really smooth. Carla caught herself looking, and in one subtle moment, Amon returned her gaze with a quick smirk.

She turned away to keep a blush from forming on her face, but she knew he was aware. Things still had to be discrete.

Especially with people like Diana around him... somehow, Carla figured the woman would raise more than a bit of a huff if she found out Amon had a blue-collar cleaner working two jobs as a fuck-buddy. Modern sensibilities and standards irrelevant.

And as downstairs started sounding more hectic, Carla felt like she was right in her initial estimate that any real relationship with Amon would be... difficult. Something she just didn't want to get more involved in.

Did that make her a bad person? Or was it okay for Amon to just stay a friend with benefits?

Food for thought, but right now she wanted whatever food was being laid out downstairs, she could smell something nice wafting up the stairs making her salivate a little. Maybe she could convince Amon to save some for her, because she doubted she was going to be welcome for much longer.

She was out of her depth, in a sea very much not meant for her, and she wasn't even really away from the beach.

Just get her job done, and she'd be home free, and then by the week's end, things would be hopefully back to normal.

As she was finishing her job upstairs, she was interrupted by a clearing throat.

"So, Miss Myers, is it?" It was Diana, looking a little flushed now, perhaps from the rush downstairs. "How long have you been cleaning for Amon?"

"About three months now, three times a week," Carla answered, careful not to let Diana see the suspicious look on her face.

"Really? I would have figured longer, with the way Amon is so familiar with you," Diana remarked.

"Is it that much of a surprise?" Carla didn't really betray much emotion, more deadpan than anything.

"Actually, yes," Diana assured. "He's a very private man, formal. Polite and charming, but most can't help but get a sense they're not familiar with him. Someone who doesn't quite mesh with other people because they don't really feel they connect with them. But he must see something in you, given the way he talks with you."

"I didn't notice any difference between me and anyone else," Carla said, feeling a little trapped. Did Diana know? Or was the woman just intrigued for the reasons she suggested.

Regardless, Carla wasn't enjoying this interrogation.

"Trust me, I see it. I've known him for four years now, it took a long time for him to be so casual around me. It might sound like he's casual with everyone, but with Amon, it's subtle."

"Maybe he enjoys someone who gives him space. Or maybe he likes someone who's not part of his world."

"Oh? And what do you mean by that?" Diana asked, a slight but dangerous edge creeping into her tone.

Carla paused, feeling like she'd made a grave error. Calm. She had to keep calm and not cause a scene.

Carla shrugged, doing her best to seem like she didn't quite know, like she was going off 'vibes' more than anything.

"I dunno, I guess I'm someone who doesn't know him for his modelling much. Might be relaxing to him."

"Relaxing, huh... hmm. Perhaps you're right though. Someone like you... simple, uncomplicated. He might prefer that sort of company, someone who doesn't want to talk to him about his job all the time."

"A change of pace, you know?" Carla added, still keeping her tone calm and even, making sure Diana knew nothing about the true nature of the relationship between her and Amon.

"Well... I'd be careful if I were you, Carla," Diana warned. "Even if he tries to keep his world out of your friendship, I don't think it'll always stay separate. You might just get caught up in it, and I don't think you're the kind of girl who'd manage to keep up."

With that, Diana gave a polite nod and turned around.

"I'll be seeing you," she said in farewell. And promptly left.

Carla was left standing there, wondering just what the hell that was all about. It was a short conversation, thank god, but what was Diana even trying to say? Was she trying to warn Carla to stay away from Amon? It didn't sound like it was because he was secretly dangerous.

Diana seemed too... critical, for that to be some attempt at keeping Carla safe.

Carla shook her head, feeling like she'd had her fill of Miss Biers even with what little interaction they had. No wonder she wasn't married.

She sighed, and finished up in the room, ready to go home.

Maybe she'd ask Amon what the deal was with Diana. Until then, Carla was happy to leave well enough alone.

It was hard leaving the place, because the caterers were still around, and they'd laid out a gauntlet of delicious looking and smelling food, some of it quite exotic, some of it perhaps too exotic for Carla's tastes. But it never hurt to try things.

Only, she couldn't. It was food for guests that were yet to arrive, and she had to go home. Even Amon barely had any time to say goodbye before she was out the door. And a fancy car was parked out the front that wasn't there before, someone doing some last minute calls inside.

Amon wasn't that famous, but apparently this was what it was like in the fashion world when you caught one of those diva designers' eyes, those that had the money to splash and the eccentricity to match.

It was all a bit much for Carla. She might've partaken in casual fashion, but the world of the runway was not for her.

It seemed like the same could be said for Amon's neighbours, several people peaking out of their doors or windows to check what all the commotion was about, not that it was some major disruption. Just noisier than usual.

Even the taxi driver noticed when he came to pick Carla up, observing the caterers coming in and out of the front door.

"Ain't seen that many people coming outta Mister Farid's place," he remarked. Clearly he'd been around this area a lot.

"Some party for a special guest," was all Carla divulged, and the taxi driver seemed satisfied with that, offering a shrug and furrow of their mouth.

He didn't catch Carla's quiet sigh as they drove away, the woman feeling a little bit disappointed that she didn't get to enjoy Amon's company in private... and perhaps nagged by what Diana had said. Her warning, or threat, Carla couldn't be sure. Whatever Diana meant, Carla decided it was best to keep going as she was, since it was working out so far.

---

The next time Carla went to visit Amon, he was again busy, more people in the house than usual, business associates of that Takayama person. He said hello to her, with a subtle apologetic look, looking like he wanted some time alone. The house was actually a little cleaner than usual... probably Amon keeping it tidier because of what was going on this week, and Carla's days had not changed.

It was curious though, Carla wondering just what was planned for Amon, and if he was going to be a lot busier than usual in the coming months. Carla hoped not, she could endure a week without getting down and dirty with him, but if it was going to be a months-long spell, after how good he made her feel, well that was a different matter. The man just... had a way about him.

She kept cleaning, the house seemingly quite tidy until she came to his bedroom, and it was messier than she'd ever seen it.

The bed covers were completely thrown over, there were drawers and cupboards open, the towels from the bathroom were draped over the chair of the desk. And across the end of the bed were more manila folders, these ones basically open and their contents spread across the one smooth patch of bedding.

And her heart skipped a beat, pictures of Amon wearing clothes that looked like strange, radical fusions of eastern and western fashion language, including one that looked like a kimono or whatever they were, except it was missing one side so half his chest was completely exposed.

Another had him in a full business suit, but it was so sleek, and his pose with the black brimmed hat gave him such a provocative aura.

In another, he was completely topless, save for a Japanese-looking skirt and a very modern looking belt.

And another, he was wearing what looked like very casual but high quality clothes, loose fitting, but she swore he was subtly biting his lower lip in that picture.

He must have been reviewing some of the pictures he'd done with Takayama, and forgotten to put them away.

So, unlike the first set of pictures left out that she stumbled upon, she tentatively grabbed the snaps and sorted them back into what she thought were the appropriate folders, and placed them on the desk.

While it was nothing approaching those earlier pictures - or when she first spied him naked getting out of the shower - it was enough to make her heart beat faster.

She tried to distract herself by focusing on the cleaning, feeling that tiny tinge of arousal burgeoning inside her, like a little cinder looking for some kindling to ignite.

Thankfully, cleaning Amon's house did provide decent distraction, and it was always a little calming.

Not as much as normal, between seeing those pictures, and the constant muffled chatter wafting up from the floor below.

She felt for Amon. He chose a busy career, but had plenty of time to be at ease, just not enough for the house he had. Except for right now. Alas, he probably felt it important for his career.

She finished upstairs, and made her way downstairs, and got Amon's attention.

"I'm all done," she informed, being polite.

One of the suits with him shot her a vaguely annoyed look, but Amon smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Miss Myers," he answered, before turning to the other people. "Could you excuse me, I have to speak to Miss Myers about some changes to her hours."

Amon left the lounge and beckoned Carla to follow him into the kitchen. Her blood cooled, fearing a cut back of her already limited hours. Even fewer chances to meet Amon was not what she wanted.

"You wanted to tweak my hours?" she asked, sounding as professional as possible, just in case the suits the room over were able to hear, and to mask her own nerves.

Amon smiled in a way that just melted her worries away.

"Just come in a little later on Friday," he said calmly, before surreptitiously looking around, and then sneaking out of view of the other room to the kitchen area, reaching into the fridge and pulling out several tupperware containers.

He promptly handed them to Carla with a smirk.

"Saved something for you," he whispered with a cheeky wink.

Carla couldn't hide the blush on her face. It wasn't fair. And it was great too.

"Thank you, sir," she said in her professional voice, herself beaming just as cheekily.

With a little nod of his head, Amon bade Carla farewell, and walked back to the lounge area to talk to the suits, allowing Carla to slip out unnoticed.

It was just fancy food, and the taxi driver was gonna see it anyways, but there was a tiny thrill over the whole 'hidden relationship' thing. Like a forbidden romance, even if it was mostly casual fuck-buddies.

But damned if Carla wouldn't have married him if their circumstances were just a little different.

Back at her apartment, she opened up the tupperware containers, and enjoyed a small feast of top-class sushi - further preserved in cling wrap since it was about two days old - some nice pastries even after being reheated, some fantastic mousse, an even a charcuterie platter on a hilariously cheap plastic plate, probably not what it originally came on.

There were some strawberries with chocolate sauce and some things she was less keen on, more exotic foods she was a bit remiss to toss out. So she tried them, and enjoyed some, decided to bin others.

She wasn't going to need much of a dinner tonight, rubbing her belly after eating. Even though it was hardly fresh, it was still good food, and she was very thankful for Amon for saving some for her.

Amon. He thought about her even when all of this was happening. She started wondering again, if they ever could be together.

Was she falling in love with him? She wasn't entirely sure, and they were fucking. His world still seemed so out of reach of her, so... not for her.

Like skimming off the top.

But even with less charitable thoughts like that, she still couldn't bring herself to worry about it being a problem. When they got into the bedroom, she just... melted. She felt so good, and there was this magnetism towards him.

And hints of a... dominance in him. Something in a way dangerous, but exciting. Something she felt temptation to explore, to see if he really did have that streak in him.

Whether it was just a simple commanding presence, or if he would've happily had her on a leash...

She stopped herself with that last thought. Was she really into that sort of thing? Where had that come from?

But her mind started turning again, and she wondered if it would've been a different experience, submitting more to him...

"Carla, it's too early to be a horny bitch... later," she told herself, making a certain promise.

Well, she'd get to try out some new 'toys'...

The sky was growing darker, the TV chattering away, but her thoughts were turned to Amon, and what was going on with him this week. All the commotion, the people in suits and fancy fashion, that Takayama woman. And Diana was always there, in the back of her mind, her vagaries continuing to pick at Carla's thoughts. Was it concern or jealousy? Was Diana hot for Amon?

Well, it wouldn't be surprising, plenty of older women liked younger men. And for all Carla knew, they'd boned in the past. She didn't get the impression they had anything like that now, but perhaps Diana saw her as an obstacle?

She thought about being a third wheel... or Diana being a third wheel. If it was 'right' to be fucking Amon when he and Diana may or may not have had such a relationship.

Or maybe Carla was just overthinking things. They were both grown adults. They chose this.

And seeing Amon like that, feeling his hands running along her body... feeling his warmth inside her...

She shivered and tucked up a little. Thinking about it never failed to put her in the mood... and it was late enough.

She shut off the TV and marched into her bedroom, flicking the light on and reaching under the bed to pull out a small cardboard box, plain and discrete... as was most sex-toy packaging.

The box inside was much more obvious about what it was, shades of white and pink, as she pulled out a collection of small but high-powered vibrators, several eggs and several U-shaped vibes meant to gently squeeze and slot onto nipples or clits.

And of course, she still had her 'best friend' ready to go. Only now, she had acquired a base for it. Third party, and it took some ad hoc modification, but now her precious 'friend' was able to sit upright securely in its base.

She checked the vibes, and put fresh batteries in their power sources, wires going down from them to the small pink boxes that also had on-switches.

All that was left was for her to throw off her clothes and lube up her dildo.

She was a little excited now, so that didn't take long, throwing her clothes to the side of the room.

A droplet of moisture fell on the dildo's stand, Carla already that aroused. She huffed with some heat, and grabbed the bottle of lube she kept stored, and poured some of the clear liquid over the tip of the dildo.

She lathered the lube across the length of the fake cock with some rather salacious hand work, imagining she was slicking up Amon's for another wild night.

She couldn't help groping her chest with her other hand, surprising herself with how fucking horny she was getting.

The next course of action was to turn the dildo on, hearing it starting to buzz, flicking off some of the lube, but it remained a glistening blur.

What came next, however, was her pinching her nipples with the two U-shaped vibes, making sure they slotted neatly.

Now there was nothing left... but to get going.

She dropped to her knees, and lowered herself until her labia brushed that buzzing length, and a delighted breath escaped her.

It was a little weird, having wires hanging off her chest, but she didn't care too much. She just wanted to get herself off.

Of course, she was going to take her time with it. Tease herself, work her up. Amon was amazing at that. The foreplay could go on for a while, and he enjoyed touching her, kissing her, spreading his hands across her skin, and traipsing his lips along her softer parts.

It made her feel so very desirable. He didn't want to just get to the 'fun part'... it was all fun to him, but he liked to build her up, and himself.

She let out a seething sound of delight, and slowly slipped down, moaning as more of that thrumming length entered her. She gyrated upon the pink rod, the dildo staying static despite the base not being designed for it; her tweaks were doing well.

Carla sank further, more moans leaving her, until she felt that forked prong gently pinch her clit between its buzzing tines, sending a shudder racing up her spine.

She groped one of her breasts firmly, a tittering gasp leaving her.

It was nice to just... sit there, feeling it buzzing inside her, and against her clit... but that wasn't going to be enough to get her off.

She started to rise, and then fall, slowly, rocking her hips and twisting her canal against the artificial member, all while running her hands along her body salaciously, more hot breaths leaving her as the fire inside her began to rage.

Every time her clit was hugged by that buzzing prong, she winced and gasped, tingles arcing across her body, prickling her skin. She imagined it was Amon's fingers, dancing magically across her bud, and his cock was the one stuffing her, spreading her wide with that perfect girth.

And his aroma... so earthy, so pleasant, but when those pants came down, a sort of virile musk that she couldn't get enough of.

And then he'd pick up speed - just as she was doing now - rocking her back and forth while his hands roamed across her body. She swore his touch made her tingle... and what better way to replicate that than with an even stronger sensation?

She reached down, and flipped the switches on two of her toes, turning on the U-shaped vibrators clasped to her nipples, buzzing softly but strong enough to enhance her pleasure.

And an egg, which she periodically held to her clitoris as she rose and fell on the similarly buzzing dildo.

So many vibes, so much tingling, it made her feel like an electrical current was thrumming through her, every sensitive point teased by the touch of the toys.

She felt tantalising sensations in her loins, and her moans were coming out thicker and faster now, groping her breasts with one hand and pressing that egg to her clit with the other, for longer and longer periods, until she was just holding it there, massaging her bud in circular fashion.

She twisted and squirmed, but kept riding that dildo, and never once got on her feet, staying on her knees. Secondary practise, for riding Amon's dick. She loved doing it, as much as she loved him doing the work.

Just thinking about it excited her, and she could feel the orgasm within her starting to build, ready to burst. Her tongue slipped across her lips in lecherous fashion, and she bowed over, even as she continued to ride that dildo, all the vibrations to her sensitive points getting to her, bit by bit.

She held on, for as long as she could, and she was getting better at that, holding off her climax, keeping herself at the cusp of release for a few seconds longer. A fraction added the more she toyed with herself.

But she couldn't edge herself forever, not riding that close to the precipice... and invariably, she'd crash over the edge, pushing down hard on that dildo and buckling, bracing herself with her hands on the floor as she spasmed, juices flooding around the pink dildo as orgasm took her.

Her back repeatedly flinched, a cry ripping from her mouth, and arcing tingles raced throughout her body, her orgasm prolonged by the buzzing of the vibrators, the post-climax stimulation all too intense.

Eventually it got too much, and she quickly turned off every one of the vibrators, including the dildo. With the fake member going static, and the clasped vibes around her nipples similarly dying, she was left to pant and recover, feeling that intense release linger over her body and mind.

It was good. She loved the sensations, like fading static prickling her body.

But she couldn't help loosing a wistful sigh; as great as it was... it didn't quite satisfy her. It was just a dildo. Just vibrators. They were incredible, but it wasn't the same as a warm cock and tender hands caressing every contour of her body.

A set of lips to tingle her skin and take her breath away.

It'd be enough to take her mind of Amon for a while, but always she yearned for him when she did this. It just wasn't the same without someone to feel, someone alive who moved and reacted in return.

She rose off her toy, and wiped it down along with the egg. Everything was put away, and she donned her pyjamas, crawling into bed. It was fortunate a good orgasm at night helped her sleep better, because she could go a lot longer with Amon.

The way he could tease orgasms out of her... sometimes it seemed inhuman. And there was always a pleasant weariness afterwards. The sex was just that good.

Soon. As long as she was a good girl, and patient, she'd be with Amon again and they could have their fun. With that in mind, she drifted off to sleep.

---

It was Thursday, and she was checking in with her work. Things seemed pretty normal, but Marna quite abruptly pulled her aside in the warehouse.

"Just letting you know, some woman came around here asking about you," Marna said.

"Some woman?" Carla asked with confusion. Marna nodded.

"Yeah. Don't know how they'd know you, she was wearing some fancy grey suit. Didn't look the type you'd hang around with, no offence," Marna clarified.

Carla thought for a moment, and then frowned.

"Was she a woman in her 50s? Curvy, silver hair, blue eyes?"

Marna blinked.

"You actually know her?" She sounded so surprised, not that Carla could blame her.

"Yeah. Though I don't think she's a friend of mine," Carla admitted, trying not to divulge too much.

"Well, she was asking questions about you. Brodie mentioned knowing you, but when those questions started sounding a little sketch, he kept his mouth shut."

"What kind of questions?"

"Innocuous stuff, at least on the surface. Namely what kind of employee you were, if you'd been working here for long. Kept it casual, not like she was a cop. But she asked if you were a local, and asked some of the others what they thought about you. Real friendly, but it was kinda weird. Eventually the manager told her they're under no obligation to talk about the lives of the store's employees. She just said she understood and then left."

Carla felt a little chilled by that. Now she was more sure that Diana wasn't trying to warn her away from Amon out of concern, but warn her off him out of jealousy.

Why else would she be asking questions like that? More, how did Diana even track her down?

To say Carla was unsettled was an understatement.

"Fucking hell. And no one told her anything?"

"Nothing that matters, once Brodie felt uncomfortable and told everyone to zip it. Carla, what's this about?"

Marna was looking at Carla with such concern, she couldn't just brush her colleague off with a nothing answer.

She sighed.

"Her name is Diana. She's a colleague of the guy I'm cleaning for. I don't know why, but I think she's got it out for me."

"Wait, the guy you're cleaning for? Surely he's not the same guy you're seeing," Marna surmised.

"I met the guy I'm seeing through the job," Carla 'clarified'. "And this Diana lady... I dunno, maybe she thinks I'm gonna steal my boss away from her? I don't know. They're not an item, far as I can tell."

"Shit, Carla, is there anyone you can tell? Your boss? The police? This is fucking weird behaviour for a woman that old."

"I'll tell my boss, and that's all unless things get crazy," Carla insisted. "I'm not involving the police unless it becomes absolutely necessary."

Marna didn't seem all that convinced, but Carla placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a serious expression.

"I mean it. I'm not going to ignore this. Trust me," Carla assured.

Marna looked uneasy, but sighed and nodded.

"As long as you are taking it serious. That lady seemed nice, but I dunno, I wouldn't want to piss her off," Marna admitted.

"No, I get it. Don't worry, I'll handle it. As long as it doesn't get me fired from this job or that one."

"Stay safe, girl. Dealing with my ex is one thing, but a classy lady like her asking questions about you? That just screams bad times."

"Oh, I kinda figured," Carla grumbled.

---

It was Friday, and as Amon said, Carla was coming in later than usual, so the sun was just starting to dip into the afternoon arc. She was feeling a little peppy, hoping perhaps that it being a little later, Amon would have time for her.

And sure enough, there he was with a smile on his lips, beckoning her inside.

"Busy week?" Carla asked, and he loosed an exaggerated sigh.

"Fuji Takayama may be the biggest thing that's ever happened to my career, but I can barely keep up with her. She's definitely on the crazier side. A mad genius, but quiet she is not. I'm just glad I've got this weekend off."

Carla took a quick look around the house, and it was slightly messier than usual. There were glasses laid out on the table, and the odd document here and there, possibly with more pictures.

Indeed, there were a few scattered about, though they weren't all of Amon, other models, men and women, in the mix, all seemingly wearing Takayama clothing.

"A bit of a slave driver, huh?" Carla remarked, hanging her bag on the back of a chair as she went to get the cleaning supplies; even if they were about to bang - and it wasn't guaranteed they were, much as she was hoping - Carla still had a job to do, and she was quick to get started. But she could still chat for a bit.

"I wouldn't say that," Amon answered. "But she has an energy that always moves her forward. Assertive, sometimes rude, but damn if she doesn't liven the place up. Maybe a little arrogant, but not the worst person in this business, not by far. She's polite for the most part, but very eccentric. And she likes her parties. Not big wild events, but even small-scale, there's a mad energy to them. Always moving, always shifting. Sometimes she slips into Japanese mid sentence and doesn't realise."

Amon sat down in a chair, and offered a small laugh.

"She's a bit much for me at times. But you don't just turn down these jobs. They're an experience you don't want to miss, no matter how much time you have on Earth."

"Hmm, I think I'd pass. A bit too much for me," Carla remarked.

"I can't blame you. Fame and fortune is not for everyone... and even I prefer those in moderation."

But certainly not her in moderation. He really wanted her, she felt that much when they fucked. It was exhilarating.

"Anyways, I'll be on the clock. I might talk to you some more while I work, yeah?"

"Of course! Which actually reminds me... I was wondering if you'd ever thought about doing more painting?"

Carla paused, mid wiping down the table in the dining area.

"I have, but just haven't felt like I've had time," she said. It was truth, and frankly, since Amon expressed interest in her work, she'd been more motivated. But not enough, not with her hours and her home environment, the apartment not particularly invigorating for the muse.

And she worked on Saturdays. Not the full hours, but regardless, it left her with only Sunday her one full day off. So she wasn't terribly motivated to paint anything.

She really should've done more on a tablet though. Get stuff done at night.

"That's a shame. I confess, I've always wanted to see what you'd achieve with practise. Your talent is there, I adore your works, and I think you'd be a fantastic painter with time."

Carla blushed, even though she was used to his compliments.

"Well, if I can find time, maybe I'll pick up a brush. Or at least a stylus," she suggested.

"Wonderful~" he cheered. It was rather motivating. And kinda arousing.

Dammit, if she properly fell in love with him, it'd lead to heartbreak, but he wasn't making it easy. Damn him and his charming personality.

She had the perfect thing to distract herself with.

"Though, I have to ask you a question, this one not so pleasant," Carla warned.

Amon frowned, but his attention was rapt.

"What is it?"

Carla sighed, and leaned against the couch, having moved to the lounge.

"It's Diana. She said something weird the day I met her. Something about being caught up in your world. And just yesterday, before I even clocked in, I was told she'd gone to my other place of work and was asking questions before people told her to leave. Honestly, her tracking down where I work is kinda unsettling."

She turned to face him, and crossed her arms.

"Amon, do you two have a thing? Or did you once?"

Amon's expression hardened a little, but it was pensive.

"We did have a fling. She's a beautiful woman, and I'm just her type it seems. But it wasn't something I expected to last, because she was moving around a lot in her line of work. And she did. But she's come back, and I guess she hasn't moved on like I have. And I have this feeling she wants to 'tame' me... and I'm not tame to anyone except when I want to be."

Carla looked at him quizzically; that was a little odd of him to say. But, he was always eloquent in his own way.

"Then maybe she sees me as a threat. And if she finds out we're friends with benefits, she might get a little mad."

"I'm painfully aware," Amon agreed. "But, she's not so unreasonable I can't have a chat with her. I don't want her causing trouble over jealousy. And regardless of what we are, tracking down your other workplace and asking questions is... frankly shitty behaviour."

He wasn't always eloquent. Carla liked that, kept him grounded, even if he felt so... out there at times. Not in eccentric madness, just... something about him didn't feel real, in a way Carla enjoyed.

"Thank you for understanding," Carla said, and Amon nodded.

"Of course."

With a smile, Carla continued moved to continue cleaning, but before she did, she turned back to Amon and smiled some more.

"And thanks for the food."

Amon gave an exaggerated bow of gratitude, and Carla couldn't help chuckling as she moved off.

Cleaning the rest of his house didn't take any more or less time than usual. But she was preparing to stay a little longer, because when Carla was finished and turned for the stairs, Amon was there, waiting at the time with a thin but seductive smile.

He approached, and Carla didn't even say a word as his arms snaked around her body, one hand clutching her chin and tilting her head upwards.

A breath hitched in her throat, an excitement building inside her as he made his move.

His other hand caressed her rump, occasionally kneading her rear with slightly firmer squeezes.

She felt a little weak in the knees, like she'd been caught. Caught and trapped, and at his mercy. A thrill that got her wet all too quickly... especially as his thumb brushed over her lips.

He was being a little more commanding than usual, without a word, but this was anything but unwanted.

The next moment, and Carla almost didn't register him moving close, his lips were upon hers, and she practically melted.

That smell was back, that pleasant, earthy, sweet smell, a subtle musk that tempted her. It swirled around her head, and she couldn't help inhaling a little as she placed her few cleaning implements on the ground and wrapped her own arms and Amon's body, getting as touchy as he was.

She even slipped a hand beneath his pants and underwear, to directly feel that firm ass of his, so warm under her palm.

Her other hand gripped his upper back as she sank into the kiss, their tongues mingling and swapping saliva. Every little twist of their heads, every little pucker of his lips, every little quiver from hers, and the quiet smacking that resulted, struck Carla in every part of her mind that enjoyed this sort of sensual eroticism.

Something prodded against her thigh... and Amon didn't retreat in embarrassment. Instead, he pressed his crotch into her, but he didn't grind. Didn't crush his junk against her thigh... he brushed his erection upon her leg, fleetingly, teasingly. But sometimes, he pushed just that little bit harder and slower.

Tentatively, the hand playing with his ass slipped around and between them, and felt that bulge in his pants, fingers playing either side of the ridge in the fabric of his jeans.

That meaty rod was in there, just aching to be released and send her to heaven. It might not have had a vibrator, it might not have had a clit prong... but it stimulated her in a way nothing else could.

The wet smacking of their kiss continued, his skill unequalled. The way he tugged, sucked, twisted on her lips, slow and lingering, or brief and fleeting, it was so exquisite.

It made her lips feel like they were tingling, a faint, delightful weakness teasing her muscles.

But all good things had to come to an end, as his lips left hers slowly, as if even he didn't want the kiss to end.

Fortunately, with the end of that, mean even more delightful things were to come.

He smiled at her, so rich and debauched, it send a submissive shiver through Carla's body.

"To the bedroom~" he commanded with such intimate authority. Gentle, but irresistible. She loved it.

"Of course~"

He grinned, and released her, but his fingertips played against her crotch through her pants, beckoning for her to follow, said hand moving to lace its fingers through her own, leading the way.

Once in his bedroom, he shut the door, and slowly slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders, across them to her neck, and finally, palming her cheeks, thumbs teasing across her lips.

"You're beautiful~" he praised, sending tiny, minute spasms through Carla's body. Any complement from him ignited the fire in her core, and she wanted nothing more than to be praised again and again.

"Thank you, Amon~" she answered huskily. He laughed softly, slowly slipping a thumb into her mouth, causing her to moan... and suckle on the digit eagerly.

"I have an idea, that ought to please us both~"

Carla was more than willing to hear it, but before she could open her mouth to speak, even with a thumb in it, he pressed a fingertip to her lips in silence.

"We can't do anything if we've got clothes on~" he teased, sliding both hands down her sides with a sensual grace, until they came to rest upon her hips... and hooked the hem of her pants.

With a few shimmies, he loosened them and slowly pulled them down until she was able to step outside of them.

When his hands moved back up, one cupped his crotch, letting two fingers gently press to her clit and start making slow circular motions.

It made her whimper and croon, and return the favour, finding the zip to his fly and tugging down his underwear, letting her fish out his cock.

The turgid length throbbed in her hand, instantly erecting to full mast. It was so hot, so virile, and that tempting musk immediately assailed her nose, stronger than whatever perfume or cologne or even natural body odour he exuded.

It made her think of fertility and breeding, and that he was wise to wear a condom because if he came inside her, she was sure she'd get pregnant.

This intimate exchange continued, Amon's lips moving in to suck on her neck teasingly, eliciting submissive and lusty breaths, tittering and sometimes giggly.

"Amon..." she breathed out, squeaking as she felt his teeth gently clench either side of her jugular. It was strange, but fucking hell, it was fucking arousing.

She helped him slip off her clothes, and vice versa, and once both were naked, Amon slipped away from her, fingers teasingly brushing across her cheeks as he retreated, crawling onto the bed backwards.

His perfect rod stood to attention, and he beckoned her with a waggling finger.

"Come here~" he again commanded with that gentle and sensual persuasion. A soft dominance that so easily ensnared her.

She complied without hesitation, crawling onto the bed, and teasingly brushing her breasts against his body, shaking them against his cock before she continued upwards, peppering his body with kisses.

But as Carla approached him, he grinned, and held up his hand to stop her. And then he swirled a finger, telling her to turn around.

Puzzled at first, she all the same did as she was told... and figured out his aims when his hands grasped her glutes, and his erection bobbed before her face, that enticing musk coaxing her closer to his dick.

This was a kinky thing to do, something they hadn't done before... but she wasn't going to say no. It was too hot to refuse, and that tasty stick was right there, bobbing, the faintest dollop of precum glinting in the slit.

She straddled his face, pressing down - and being pulled down by his firm hands - until her vulva was grinding against his lips.

He wasted no time in curling his tongue up and down her pussy, tasting her sopping arousal and sending a shiver that was damn tingly through her body.

Amon's efforts were fairly light, at first, he didn't want to go too crazy. But that didn't mean his softer, more precise efforts weren't making her gasp, every fleeting lick so tanstalising and teasing, a promise of more yet to come... but not yet.

She groaned, but steeled herself. She couldn't let herself be distracted, Amon deserved something to... and she really couldn't ignore that dick for long, curling her fingers around his girth, slowly pumping up and down. Not long after, she added a twisting motion to her strokes, and leaned in close to curl her tongue firmly across his glans, that faint taste of salt, perspiration, and another flavour she couldn't quite describe, but made her want to lick that cock like a lollipop.

More brush strokes with her tongue were applied, going right down to the base, but she took her time. Tracing his veins, following his contours, teasing the tip of her tongue down where that underside cord met with the rest of his girth.

She even moved down far enough to lick at his shapely sack, cock brushing against her cheeks in the process.

And all the while, Amon was getting more devious with his efforts; he was thoroughly kneading her ass, squeezing the cheeks together, splaying them apart, seeing how deep his fingers could sink, but never enough to be uncomfortable. Sometimes, he eschewed the squeezing and let his hands caress across her glutes with airy flourishes of his palms and fingers.

And his tongue was just as elusive, sometimes curling firmly to her slit, but often attacking in fleeting ways, teasing her clit with prods and brushes of his muscle, whilst drinking down her arousal with an eager hunger.

His tongue probed at her entrance with twisting motions that bordered on preternatural, so flexible. It made her wince in delight, but Amon didn't neglect the rest of her gash, tracing his muscle up and down the inner labia, wiggling the tip between inner folds and outer folds, up one way, down the other.

Carla could resist the least those moments he clasped his lips around her clitoris, and suckled in earnest, tongue swirling around the tip of it with exquisite precision.

How he could be this good, Carla would never know. Even if he had fucked a ton of girls in his time, maybe even other girls on the side, this felt like a different level of talent.

And the way he made her tingle... she didn't know how he did it, but it was so good, she didn't want him to stop.

Carla had to keep up, wrapping her lips around his helm, and slipping down slowly upon it, until they tugged beneath his corona, gently tugging on that sensitive ridge, whipping his glans in her mouth with her own tongue... making sure to lap up that delightful precum at every opportunity.

It made her feel like such a slut, and so insanely aroused. It tasted so nice, it had to be supplements or his diet. It got her real excited too, practically dropping down to his base after only a few bobs of her head.

She felt that cock in her throat, bulging out her neck, but she didn't gag. Since meeting Amon, she'd gotten real good at deepthroat, always willing to push herself with him. The way it felt in her throat... she couldn't articulate why, but it was nice. Damn nice.

The way it pulsed against the walls of her gullet, the way it radiated the heat into her neck, how it leaked his arousal profusely... it was all so nice.

Nice enough she started bobbing her head with surprising skill, adding a nice reciprocating motion with her head to twist her lips up and down his rod, never once breaking the seal except for those moments she sucked her lips closed upon his tip before taking him again.

She really would have to do some painting if she could, she couldn't let her skill in sucking dick outstrip her artistic qualities.

Not that she wasn't a little proud of her fellatio talent. It took Amon to really wake her up to it.

His moans thrummed into her pussy, and that was terribly encouraging to her. Praise that she craved, and spurred her on, moving faster, tongue pressing hard to his veins, and curling the tip around to really trace the contours, to let Amon feel the touch of her tongue, precise and teasing.

Just as he began pushing his tongue inside her pussy, as deep as it could go, and to his credit, he could manage one hell of a stretch, stirring up her insides with a lusting hunger.

Again, a sense of weakness hit her, not enough to disrupt her efforts, but more than enough to make her shiver, and enhance her sensitivity.

A tingly feeling radiated throughout her body, but she paid it little mind beyond how pleasant it was. It was subtle, her body reacting to his efforts.

She hoped she never got used to it.

As proceedings continued, however, her ministrations started getting a little sloppy, and not in the salivary sense. The seal of her lips cracked here and there, Carla moaning as her orgasm began to approach. She was clearly unable to resist him, but damned if she wasn't going to get him to cum too. Maybe not at the same time, but for sure it was gonna be in her mouth.

Heated breaths washed over her groin, Amon's lust building. His cock throbbed, and with each twitch, a bead of precum that she lapped up almost as quickly as it oozed from his tip.

In a twist, it seemed like he might be the first this time. It wasn't the first time, but it was rare, and in a situation like this, one Carla wasn't used to, and subject to the skill of his mouth? It was a surprise.

One she was going to enjoy thoroughly, bobbing her head faster, fondling his balls, feeling how they jumped in her grip, ready to release a potent load right into her mouth.

And then, with a strained but still somehow musical groan... Amon came, bucking into her mouth.

She retreated to his tip, and lashed his helm with her muscle, wiggling it to a sensitive spot right below his tip.

Thick ropes of cum spattered her tongue, the creamy, salty taste making her brain fizzle in delight, the throbbing between her lips utterly exquisite.

She slurped and sucked hard, but was moaning herself; even in the midst of climax, Amon did not relent on her pussy, his lips wrapped tight around her bud, his hands kneading her ass ceaselessly.

Not long after he filled her mouth, did she spasm upon his own, her thighs clenching around his head and releasing a small surge of fluids. She stroked his length rapidly, sucking on his tip, to eke out every drop of his climax, but her efforts were clumsy from how intense her own orgasm was.

She squirmed and shivered atop of him, Amon with the same idea, mercilessly sucking on her clit, that tongue more than a match for her and just... sending her to a spiralling storm of euphoria. He was too damn good.

After a while, he stopped cumming, and that's when he stopped attacking her pussy. Finally giving her a chance to slip off his tip, with not a speck of his own cum left on his tip.

It was a delicious thing, and she could feel its slight warmth in her gut. And like always, it got her fired up for more. Hungry for more.

She so wanted it. Desired it. Oral wasn't enough, she needed that good stuffing... even wishing they didn't need a condom so she could feel that warmth inside her.

Gently, Amon rolled her off him, Carla getting into a crouching position as he sat up before her, gripping her chin in his fingers.

Without a word, he stole a kiss, erotic and possessive, Carla returning the effort, but he was the one in charge. It wasn't an overly domineering command, but she submitted to him, willingly and salaciously.

The kiss broke, his tongue lingering upon her lips before his thumb slipped up to tease them.

"I have something else, if you are okay with it~" he suggested, his thumb pulling away to let her speak.

"Mmm, what is it~?" she asked, sounding almost drunk. She was that damn horny.

"I wouldn't ask anything of you if it was too much... but perhaps, you would be interested in trying some light anal? Just a finger, if you wish."

The suggestion came out of nowhere, but he never did anything new without asking, except for that prior sixty-nine, but that wasn't really a big deal compared to anal.

She'd never done it before. Never tried it, never even thought about it.

And thinking of his cock in her ass was a little scary... but there was a bit of a thrilling excitement too.

What if it felt good? Nothing Amon did felt awful so far... and he was suggesting just a finger. A good first step, perhaps.

After all, variety was the spice of life. And she was horny enough to try almost anything.

"Mmm, I guess I can~ And I think I'm clean enough," she agreed.

Amon smiled. That damn smile. It wasn't his usual smile, it was the one he gave when they got intimate like this. Devious, sensual, seductive. Predatory even.

And not in a 'creepy sexual predator' way. Something more hungry, primal, powerful, and truly exquisite.

It made her heart flutter.

"Lay on your front, my dear~" he commanded, and she obliged, laying herself on the bed, and groaning in anticipation when she felt him shuffle between her legs, his cock slapping between her glutes, that hefty, meaty rod nestled between her cheeks.

He teasingly rubbed his shaft back and forth, before pulling back a little... and sliding it against her pussy.

He was gonna fuck her while fingering her ass. It made her shiver, eagerness and trepidation felt in equal measure.

He pulled her up his thighs, giving him the leverage he needed for what was to come, as he first teased her pussy with his cock. She felt him shift, leaning over her to grab a condom out of the nearby drawer, slipping it onto his dick.

Now protected, he teased her pussy some more... and slowly pulled her onto his rod, sinking it to the hilt and making her moan in the process.

But lately, whenever they had sex, she'd been feeling a slight disappointment, more than when they started, over the condoms.

She understood it, she demanded it too. It made sense. But she didn't feel that wonderful heat so much. The silky touch of his skin. At least it was thin enough it didn't dull any throbbing much.

All the same, she wish she could fuck him raw in a way that was safe. But taking the pill after every session just wasn't ideal. Oh well, the price one pays for fantastic dicking.

However, those disappointments would soon be made up when he started to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting gently into her.

It made her moan, feeling that wonderful stretching, his member pressing to every sensitive nerve cluster in her canal, pushing against her folds, her contours, ever so close to her cervix.

He began to grope her rump, really kneading the pliant glute beneath his fingers, sinking his fingers in as deep as she found comfortable and titillating, but he was certainly enjoying her spongy ass herself.

His other hand held onto her hip, using it for leverage and tugging her onto his cock, stretching her wide each thrust and making her moan.

He wasn't going fast to make any slapping, but it was still enough to make her grip the sheets. And that hand to her hips occasionally roamed up to trace her spine, a single fingertip travelling the bumpy length of her vertebrae, a powerful spasm coursing through her from this touch.

It made her feel so damn submissive and so damn hot. He knew how to make being the bottom feel incredible.

But that hand to her rump... it slipped into the cleft between cheeks... and she felt a thumb brush over her pucker, earning a flinch.

He teased her back door a few times, Carla surprised over how sensitive it was. Sure, she knew it could be quite ticklish, but to actually feel it was a different story.

The thumb circled to that ring of muscle, tracing it slowly, precisely, such she could even feel how it shifted over the striations in the taut flesh.

But soon it retreated. She felt Amon shift. He grabbed something else from the draw. Then a soft snap... and cool, thick liquid gentle poured into her ass crack from above. The low temperature made her flinch, but Amon's thumb soon returned to lather the slick substance into her backdoor with his thumb, slowly warming it up, even as he continued to gently thrust into her.

It felt so good. She wanted him to go faster. Soon, she figured.

Once he was done toying with her ass, teasing her sphincter once more... and then, slowly, she felt him push his thumb into her anus, stretching it around the thick digit and making her groan, the rest of his hand continuing to toy with her cheek.

He was careful, slow, wanting Carla to have a chance to get used to the intrusion, picking up the pace of his normal thrusting to keep her pleasantly stimulated.

That was why she so readily submitted to him in the bedroom. Everything he did, he did with attention to her pleasure, her needs. If she wasn't enjoying herself, neither was he.

But damn, he fucking knew how to make her enjoy herself.

Soon he was past the first knuckle, and before long, he had almost his entire thumb in her ass, slowly pushing back and forth. And once he was confident she could take his thumb easily enough, he picked up the pace, both in fucking her pussy and fingering her ass.

Bit by bit, he was gaining speed, until, eventually, a quiet smacking reached her ears and her ass was gently rippling from the impacts of his hips.

Repeated, sharp moans left her lips, however, and she could already feel an orgasm building. Compounded by that subtle, weak lethargy that seemed to afflict her whenever they fucked. He was just that good, and it sent tingles through every nerve in her body.

Pleasure began to mount, as his pace increased, the slapping growing louder, the jolts to her body growing in strength, her body shifting against the bed. He pumped his thumb in and out of her ass over and over again, pushing it as deep as he could. It wasn't overly stimulating, but it was pleasant in its own way, a sense of depravity that just made her feel more aroused.

Maybe she could work up to taking his cock up her ass.

Probably some practise at home, but enough such thoughts for now, her moans getting louder and harsher, Amon further increasing speed and power, slamming into her hips, making every soft part of her not compressed against the bed ripple.

If it weren't for him fingering her ass, she was sure Amon would've been bent low over her, fucking her into the bed with that primal lust she'd come to see hints of. Primal, but never without that seductive prowess and calm he always exuded. Such an exquisite combination, she couldn't get enough of it.

Soft growls left him, arousing her further, aided by the throbbing of his cock. He was drawing nearer to a climax too, thrusting faster, the bedsprings just barely starting to squeak beneath them.

But unlike the first time, he was not going to cum first. Carla was just too aroused for that. Too desperately needy and stimulated.

And as Amon's pace reached a fervent pitch, rapidly slapping his hips upon her rear, jiggling every part of her, her limits were reached, and she screamed into the bed sheets, muffled and utterly ecstatic. The clapping continued for a few more moments, until Amon pulled his thumb out of her ass and leaned over her, slamming down hard upon her rump, squashing it down. He started pushing against her rear, each powerful shot of cum accompanied by one of these firm rocks of his hips against her, strained but musical groans tantalising her ears.

God, he was so hot.

She felt the tiny bulge at the tip of his cock, his surge filling the condom's little pocket.

He slowly lowered himself against Carla, laying on her back and trapping her beneath his weight, his chest heaving against her, his heat caressing her skin, his breaths ruffling her hair on the back of her head.

Feeling pinned like this... it felt so primal, so erotic. But as usual, he was never thoughtless, moments later pecking the back of her head with a gentle kiss, before slowly sliding himself out of her pussy, allowing her to roll over onto her back and drape an arm over her head.

She felt that lethargy cling to her. She wasn't sure she could go another round, even if she really wanted to, and she was pretty damn horny. But Amon didn't want to push her unless she wanted to.

So, instead, he pulled off his condom, disposed of it, and slowly draped himself over her, wrapping his arms around her for some post-coital cuddling.

His powerful arms embraced her, and she basked in the afterglow, and his delightful warmth, his core temperature so much higher than hers, yet never uncomfortable. It never felt like a fever. And on a cold night, she was sure it'd be all the warmth she could need.

Finally, she found some words. They often didn't speak during sex. They didn't need to much. It mostly devolved into unintelligible grunts and moans, and a lot of ecstatic swearing.

"God, that was fucking incredible, as usual~" she praised, and shivered when Amon kissed her neck.

"I always aim to deliver~ Seeing you moan like that... I couldn't ask for something better~"

"Well, if we ever do try some anal with that hog of yours, I'm sure my screams will be something else~" she joked.

"If it's something you want to try, I'm ever too happy to oblige~ You indulge me so much though, you should have me indulge you sometime~"

"When I can think of some ideas, I'll let you know, Amon~ But you're pretty good at satisfying me as it is~"

"Either way, if there's something you want to try, Carla, do tell~ I'm always up for a little spice~"

"Haha, you're spicy enough~"

They both chuckled, and laid like that for a little bit longer, enjoying each other's presence as Carla's arousal dimmed.

Even if they weren't madly in love, even if they weren't able to be in a committed relationship... this was one of the highlights of this little thing they had going on.

Carla hoped it was going to last forever.

---

Come the weekend, her short Saturday shift was uneventful; Diana had not come back at all, and none of her colleagues had reported any run-ins with the woman. Either she wasn't trying to dig up info about her this way anymore, or Amon had already had a chat with them.

Carla doubted the latter, it was too short a timeframe. Either way, she was hoping it'd be the end of her issues with the woman, Carla didn't need Diana trying to mess up her life over jealousy.

Hell, Carla even entertained the idea of Amon fucking them, if it'd keep Diana calm. Was that twisted? Callous? Perhaps. Carla didn't feel like she owned Amon, and nor did she feel it was really 'right' to try and keep him all to herself when they weren't in a committed relationship. 'Friends-With-Benefits', even if they were really close.

Honestly, she surprised herself with how okay she was with the idea, but that'd be something to talk to Amon about. And she had to admit to some jealousy. She did like what she had with Amon, she hoped to remain his 'best friend', as it were.

Complicated and twisted, maybe. She found herself debating in her mind whether it was good, or even healthy for her. But she always came to the same conclusion; she agreed with Amon. She wanted this, and no one made her feel the way he did in the bedroom.

Though it was possible she'd need to consider something more permanent. If not with Amon, then with someone she liked.

If that happened to be Amon, though, she wouldn't mind that. But not as long as he was still involved in his career. She didn't want to get in his way, despite his exasperation at times, he clearly enjoyed it. It just wasn't for her.

Regardless, until such a time came, making the most of the arrangement was the best course of action for her.

Which is why she was busy setting up her vibrator on its stand, in that ad-hoc way, with plenty of lube on hand.

After yesterday, feeling Amon's thumb in her ass, Carla was perhaps more interested in trying to go further. To see if she could take his rod up her back door, if she'd actually enjoy it.

His thumb was, admittedly, a little strange. But in a stimulating way, perhaps more psychological than physical. Another extension of her submissiveness towards him?

She'd looked up a few things, about how to do anal. Truthfully, her vibrator wasn't the ideal choice, but it wasn't too huge at least, and it's what she had on hand.

As long as she took it slow, didn't force herself, and used plenty of lube, she should be fine.

She discarded all of her clothes, laying them on the bed, as she was going to drop down on her pink toy, set up on the floor.

She'd wrapped a small towel around the base to keep the excess lube from messing with the electronics at the base, and to keep the mess to a minimum in general.

There was a little trepidation, a flutter in her chest, nerves testing her. She wasn't entirely sure how this was going to go. Her vibe was bigger than Amon's thumb. And she wouldn't have the benefit of his groping to tantalise her. Or his cock thrusting into her pussy. Or just... everything about him.

But she wanted to try. If she could conquer this... perhaps it'd open up a new avenue of pleasure and fun. If not, she'd know for sure it wasn't for her.

So, after lathering in another layer of slippery lube, she crouched over the pink dildo, aligning her pucker - which she had also thoroughly slicked up, including some experimental fingering to get a few inches of the entrance nice and lubricated - over the bulbous tip of the dildo.

One hand held onto the wrapped towel at the base, keeping it stable while she hovered over its end.

She hesitated for a moment, a brief moment where she might've gotten cold feet. But a quick exhalation calmed her nerves, and she steeled herself.

And started pushing down on the dildo, turned off so she didn't have vibrations distracting her.

Her pucker wasn't yielding at first, and she backed off a few times... but eventually, she felt her back door starting to spread for the pink rod, her ring of muscle slowly stretching around the girth of the dildo, the first two inches sliding inside of her.

Carla loosed a few grunts of exertion and strain. She backed off a little several times, but always urged herself onwards. It didn't seem unobtainable.

She didn't think this was going to make her cum, but a different sort of stimulation to spice things up would never be remiss.

So, bit by bit, she pushed down further upon the dildo, taking in more of its length, a strained gasp and a whimper leaving her, but the lube was doing its job, making the insertion relatively smooth.

The shape of the vibrator wasn't helping too much... but she was conquering it slowly. Occasionally rising back up to its tip, and dropping back down again.

Until, finally, she felt the towel brush against her glutes.

That was far enough. Farther than she intended. But despite the strain and the tension... not too far.

It was a different sensation, feeling something fill her so... intensely. Different from Amon's cock in her pussy.

She could only imagine what this would have felt like with Amon's cock buried deep in her ass.

She huffed, resting for a moment, before rising up again, gripping the towel tightly in order to keep the dildo from slipping out of its ad-hoc base, just from how tight her anus was clenching around the bulbous tip.

In hindsight, she really should've acquired something straight and simple. There was an Adult Store in the neighbourhood, so she could've just gotten something cheap and be done with it.

But she didn't... and this vibrator wasn't proving to be that difficult. But the strain was certainly novel, and made her take it slow.

Gradually, she pushed back down, and started rising again, adopting a slow pace. Not exactly smooth, but she kept moving, feeling her passage repeatedly stretched and filled, spread wide. While her pucker returned feelings of stimulation, that sensitive ring of muscle incessantly rubbed and stretched.

It was one hell of a feeling, but she was slowly warming up to it. She thought she might need more practise before she contended with Amon's cock, but she was all too willing to do that.

Especially now that she'd proven to herself that she could do anal. And that she didn't find it half bad. The pain was rather mild, and though she wasn't about to cum any time soon, it was a different stimulation, enjoyable in its own way.

She was steadily picking up speed, hips rising and falling, her grunts and soft moans mingling into strained sounds of stimulated exertion.

Her jaws were clenched, her brow furrowed a little, but after all this, her free hand decided to move down to her crotch, and start rubbing her clitoris in circular fashion.

It was repeatedly stuffing her, that dildo. And with two fingers aggressively rubbing her button, she was closing in on an intense climax already. Was taking something up the ass really that much of an additional stimulation? It wasn't like she had a prostate.

She wasn't about to find that problematic, of course, never one to turn down a good orgasm.

Her moans were starting to grow breathy, losing some of that strained edge.

She moved faster, and rubbed equally so, sharp breaths and gasps leaving her, interspersed with her moans.

Until, eventually, she froze in place and let out a shaky cry, spasming upon the dildo as she came.

Juices sputtered upon the towel below her, but there wasn't much. Her climax wasn't as intense as some... but pleasant enough.

It was a good first test. Fantastic, even, given some of the stories she heard. Quite novel too. Did this mark her as a slut? If she wasn't already. Whatever, anal was a pretty tame kink compared to some of the things people did. There were far worse things people did with their ass when it came to sex...

She nixed that train of thought, and focused on cleaning up after herself, sliding off her dildo, and ensuring everything was sanitised after the fact.

There was no need to try and push herself further. She was happy with the results, but also a little drained.

Regardless, she was filled with a sense of pride, over having such successful first time anal, even with a toy.

Eventually, she was going to be able to take Amon's cock. Of that, she had now vowed herself. What was life without a bit of challenge?

And that meaty rod was one challenge she was more than happy to tackle.

Sunday, Carla decided she was going to do something she normally felt she lacked the time to do. Normally, she did other things on Sunday.

But today, she was dragging out her old digital drawing tablet, figuring she had the time to make a quick sketch to show Amon.

His praise of her art, his appreciation for her style and content, had encouraged her to pick up the stylus again. And perhaps, the brush, creating new watercolours. Spending the time to really improve her skills. And it wasn't just for Amon; while his praise was certainly the catalyst, it was the encouragement she needed to feel like there was a point to continuing. To trying some more.

After all, if someone like Amon, who definitely had a sense of taste, liked her art, and if she had gained an arts degree... then surely she had something.

She wanted to grow that, for herself... but she couldn't lie that hearing Amon's praise was a welcome bonus.

She'd show others, of course. She knew a few people who enjoyed her surrealist renditions. And she personally thought she had an eye for it.

But it was only going to be a sketch today. She didn't have the time for anything more fanciful, and she needed to shake off the rust. After all, she'd barely drawn since she graduated. Her life hadn't been conducive to much artistic indulgence at all, but now she was going to change that. Get in a little bit at a time, squeeze it in, half an hour or an hour a day, more on the Weekends.

Just enough to get back into the groove, and start practising again.

Right now, she opted for something simple, a black and white sketch of a figure, androgynous by nature, armed with a scythe and reaping the harvest... the harvest being rows upon rows upon rows of anthills, or at least she hoped the narrow piles in the sketch would be recognised as such.

Did it have a meaning? No, none she could divine in her own head, but the idea seemed cool and strange to her. So she went with it.

Slowly, despite being a sketch, details began to emerge, and things became clearer.

In the end, she had a simple but detailed black and white sketch to show off to her colleagues tomorrow, and of course, Amon afterwards.

It felt good to make art again.

---

While Marna, Brodie, and the others weren't as artistically inclined as she was, nor was Carla's style well understood by them, her sketch was met with praise and appreciation. They could still enjoy the surreal nature of her art, even if they found it a little weird... which was rather the point.

She still felt it was a bit too flawed, and Carla knew she needed more practise. But for a first effort after so long doing nothing, she felt it was okay. And her workmates agreed.

There was of course some teasing, some jokes, but it was all in good fun. She also had to refuse someone asking her for some art on the cheap. There was always at least one, but fortunately, enough people understood how annoying that could be, the person who asked didn't raise a fuss.

However, come time to clock-off, she was more than a little excited to go see Amon, to show off her latest creation. However, after getting out of the taxi, and approaching the front steps, she heard raised voices.

"... you're being unreasonable." It was Amon's voice.

"Am I? I disappear from your life for ten months, and you already find a new woman? She's barely an adult!" Diana, for certain.

"Barely an adult? That's not logic you want to use, Diana, given the age gap between us."

"Oh, don't give me that crap. You're older than you look, and far more mature. We both know that."

"You left for your own reasons. We had our fun together, but you and I both know we didn't expect it to be long term."

"And you think this thing with Carla is going to be long term? How long until you get bored of her and find someone else?"

"You talk like I just go through women as going through fashion. I may not be the poster child of committed relationships, but I don't just dump someone at the drop of a hat. I respect whatever dynamic exists between me and whoever I am with. For as long as it lasts. Just because you've come back into my life, does not mean you have the right to claim me back as your own. Or have you forgotten our dynamic?"

"Dynamic? What, 'friends with benefits'? 'Fuckbuddies'? And just because you were the one in charge doesn't mean I'm nothing."

"Of course you're not nothing. But I want to drag us back to the impetus of this argument in the first place; you need to stay away from Carla."

"And why should I?"

"Why should you? You tracked down her place of work, and asked her colleagues questions that weren't appropriate. You were even told to stop."

"Pot calling the kettle black, huh? I remember you keeping track of people you liked."

"No more than most people. I certainly don't turn up on their doorstep out of the blue."

"You kept in touch with me though, I'd call that a bit more than 'most people'."

"Because we're colleagues, and I wanted to see how your career was going."

"Stagnant, thank you very much."

"Is that what this is about? Your career woes? And you're taking it out on Carla?"

"Don't change the subject! You know what? Go to hell, Amon Farid!"

Carla heard angry footsteps approaching the front door.

"Hell is just a place, Diana," Amon called out calmly and cryptically.

Carla stepped to the side, the door obscuring her as Diana slammed it open and barged out of Amon's home in anger, thumping down the front steps.

Amon appeared soon after, and sighed once a few moments passed and Diana was out of sight.

"You can come out now, Carla," he revealed quietly.

Carla blinked, and stepped out from behind the door, puzzled.

"How'd you know I was here?" she asked, hearing tyres screech somewhere close by, probably Diana leaving in a huff.

"Just a feeling. It was around this time," he explained. It wasn't that satisfying of an answer, but he was a relatively perceptive individual.

"Should I come back another time?" Carla asked. She had been eager to show off her sketch, but the mood now seemed... awkward.

Amon shook his head.

"No. I think I would like your company right now," he said, giving her a tired smile. But even exasperated, it was terribly charming.

Carla nodded, and walked inside, sitting down in the lounge. Amon joined later, coming with two coffees, one for him, one for Carla.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Quite a bit of it, actually... I think I know what it's about."

"Diana has not quite grasped that I have moved on. Well, I was willing to entertain an idea, if you were to approve of it, but I don't think Diana would have... appreciated the suggestion."

"If you're gonna say you were thinking about sleeping with her, I guess I got a confession to make... I was contemplating the same thing."

Amon loosed a dry laugh.

"Well, I appreciate your candidness. Alas, I think Diana is the kind of woman who isn't as... open minded to that sort of thing."

"And you are?"

"I have never been compelled to pursue committed relationships. My choice of career can be surprisingly exhausting. And I don't want to force that upon anyone unless they are willing to choose it. My relationships have always been of the more casual variety, but that does not mean I don't cherish what we have." He fixed Carla with a warm smile. "I've enjoyed our time together immensely."

Carla blushed, and looked away bashfully. Was she supposed to be this embarrassed for a relationship that they both saw as casual?

Well, it wasn't that casual, but Amon had a way of making her heart beat fast.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it," Carla answered simply, unsure what to say with flushed cheeks.

"Diana, however. She wants me all to herself. I don't think she'd even entertain the notion of sharing. She'd probably see it as cheapening the bond or some such. But, if I'm going to be completely honest with you as well, I am just... not that kind of person. Not exactly."

Carla looked to him quizzically.

"I can understand wanting to keep things casual, but what's that 'not exactly' about?"

"Perhaps it reflects poorly on me, but a long-lasting relationship with me is something that'd remain the 'friends-with-benefits' sort of thing. Not quite marriage, not quite partnership. Not the paragon of virtue, I know."

"You're honest though. And at least you can say these things without seeming creepy," Carla assured him.

Again, Amon smiled.

"I would be nothing without my honesty. It's far more enjoyable when everyone has an understanding. Being dishonest is a necessity at times, but... not preferable. That mutual understanding makes things all the more enjoyable."

Amon was a strange one, Carla was certain of that. And not everyone would be so comfortable with his preferences for a relationship.

But she didn't mind it. The friendship they had was special enough. She was happy with the arrangement.

"Well, since things aren't quite as awkward now..." she trailed off, fishing into her pockets for her phone. She quickly opened up the picture she copied of her sketch, and handed it to Amon. "... thoughts?"

He took her phone, and looked at the picture, pinching at the screen to zoom in, eyes scrutinising the imagery. After a few moments, he smiled.

"You made this recently?" he asked, and Carla nodded.

"I figured maybe I should get back into painting. Shake off the rust, practise, improve my style, get rid of the flaws. Maybe someone will appreciate it out there."

"If nothing else, that someone is right here," Amon remarked, placing a hand over his chest. "Your artwork is fascinating. I'd love to see whatever else you come up with in the future."

Again, Carla was blushing, always thrilled with his praise.

Things went quiet for a moment, as Carla slowly shifted on the couch, looking a little bashful.

"So... should I get to cleaning?"

Amon smirked, one of those terribly tempting little grins, leaning over and clutching her chin seductively, his lips briefly pressing to her own.

When he pulled back, it felt like her breath had been stolen away.

"Leave the bedroom, I'll be waiting there~ And I'll clean it this time, wouldn't want to ruin your hard work immediately afterwards~"

He chuckled, and rose from his seat, making for the stairs and heading to the bedroom, casting Carla a final sensual look before leaving her sight.

Suffice to say, Carla was very motivated to finish.

---

Things seemed to be going well over the week; Carla had at least two chances for uninterrupted, raunchy sex, Amon always trying something a little different.

And Diana hadn't made an appearance since her argument with Amon.

Admittedly, some of the things Amon had said were nagging at her for reasons she couldn't quite explain. Nor could she specifically think of the words that were nagging at her. Just some odd things about him. Not enough to perturb her. Rather, it inflamed her curiosity. Something in the back of her mind said Amon was hiding something. Something exotic, dangerous perhaps, in a way. Not in a secret serial killer kind of way. Something else.

Honestly, it was half the reason she was enamoured with him. That hint of mystery.

Either way, what wasn't a mystery was her nightly antics; she'd been practising. Using that dildo to train her ass, gradually getting smoother and smoother at riding it. All for the sake of taking Amon's dick up the ass. It was a challenge for her now, something to prove to herself.

Even if she wasn't riding his dick, but taking it, if she could endure and enjoy... she'd be satisfied. And probably end up doing it more.

So, come Friday, she made her way there on the usual time.

Amon was quick to greet her, and they shared a chat as they normally did. Diana had barely spoken to Amon in that time, keeping things strictly business, related to his work with Fuji Takayama, who had gone back to Japan for a short while, so Amon had a chance to rest.

She wouldn't be gone forever though, she was returning soon, with wild ideas Amon couldn't talk about owing to NDAs and just professional courtesy.

Meaning he was probably not going to be around as much. So Carla needed to make the most of the time. It had to be today.

So, once their initial chat was out of the way, Carla got to cleaning. Swift, but thorough. She'd done it enough she knew Amon's house inside and out. She knew where the nooks and crannies were, she knew the best route to take, the most efficient way to clean each room. As usual, nothing was an absolute mess.

The only room she'd never been to was the third floor. Admittedly, she was curious about what was up there, but Amon always said it was junk. Junk wasn't very interesting, and she wasn't about to invade his privacy, despite the several times she'd inadvertently done so. Particularly when she first saw his cock.

Her reaction then seemed so quaint now... compared to steeling herself to take that monster up her ass.

She still had reservations, even a little bit of fear, but she wasn't about to back down now. This was her challenge... and she doubted Amon was going to say no.

But he was going to take care. If anything, despite his size, she trusted Amon enough to be willing to try this.

And if anyone was going to make anal with a cock that big feel ecstatic, it was him. He just had a way of making everything feel good.

When she was done with the bedroom, she finished cleaning up the top floor. With her task complete, she called out to Amon, but was surprised to hear his voice in the bedroom already... he was a sneaky guy when he wanted to be.

She wasted no further time, slipping into Amon's bedroom... and coming to a halt upon immediately seeing him laying on the bed, naked and baring his perfect body to her, back and head supported by pillows, as his erection bobbed eagerly, the tiniest glistening bead of precum catching the limited light within the bedroom.

That meaty pillar was beckoning to her, calling to her with temptation and desire.

She knew what she had planned... but there was nothing wrong with a little taste first, right?

A heat formed in her loins, a hand drifting to grab her crotch as Amon curled a finger in beckoning. It was a gentle command, coaxing her over to him, to his cock. He didn't have to say anything to take charge. He just had to open himself... and let Carla's own desire take the lead.

She started to twist on the spot, grinding her thighs together, and slowly working her short jeans down her leg, removing her top equally slowly.

Trying her best to emulate a striptease, she gyrated and arched her back, jutting out her chest and pushing her rump backward in salacious manner.

He bit his lower lip, admiring her little display. He wasn't even stroking his cock, and it was staying hard, throbbing with need.

It became too much to ignore, and Carla slowly crawled onto the bed, approaching him as his eyes followed, tracking her like a predator eyeing its prey. Even if she was the one about to do the 'eating'.

She brushed her hands against his smooth, toned legs, eventually bringing her head above his thighs, that tempting, virile scent wafting up from his crotch, getting her even more aroused than before.

That swollen, taut glans, perfectly shaped, perfectly fat, perfectly firm... she leaned in, and curled her tongue off it, tasting the man's tip, hearing a soft sigh leave him. A shiver coursed through her own body, tasting that cock always a treat.

One hand found its root, the other his balls... and without further preamble, got to work, using her tongue to polish his helm, while her hands worked the shaft and jewels, stroking and fondling.

He was so warm in her grip, so pleasantly heated. His head was especially hot, like a pleasant sear against her tongue.

She wiggled her muscle against it, the tip probing at the urethra with a delicate touch, applying only light pressure.

She'd gotten much better at sucking cock over the months, such she was confident any other dude would fall to her easily, if she were seeing any.

But she couldn't be confident their dicks would be anywhere as enjoyable as Amon's...

Her hand made slow, firm twists, spiralling languidly up and down his twitching rod, the other stroking his sack, delicately tugging on the sensitive, tender orbs within, letting them slide against her palm.

Such attention made Amon's cock throb with delighted need, oozing fresh precum from the tip, the bead of cloudy fluid rolling down the helm of Amon's mast, leaving it to join the slickness of her previously applied saliva... which was refreshed by further tongue strokes.

She lapped softly, slowly, tasting him and stimulating him with more fleeting pressure, drawing up that precum at every opportunity.

She licked her lips every now and then, glancing up at Amon's face.

The seductive, gentle dominance on his face was intoxicating; confident, knowing, in control... it made her feel so small, and so good. The kind of man she was happy to submit to.

Eventually, she wrapped her lips luxuriously around his tip, gently bobbing her head against his glans and glans alone, feeling her lips roll over the edge of his corona over and over as she focused on his tip.

Her tongue curled and rolled against that sensitive head repeatedly, more sensual breaths leaving her mouth as she painted Amon's glans with her saliva.

Bit by bit, she pushed down further, tongue curling around the edges and underside of his mast, blowing warm air over it and ensuring her lips never broke the seal. Her head spiralled a little, twisting around in order to tease and tantalise, and let her tongue attack his cock from different angles.

Until she was at his base, and his cock was in her throat. With practised effort, she suppressed her gag reflex. And she even slipped her tongue out past her lower lip to curl against his balls, lapping at that spongy sack with desirous intent. She murmured softly, thrumming around his rod, earning more throbbing dollops of precum.

Amon reached down, and raked his fingers through her hair, affectionate and devious.

She didn't respond much beyond more soft, tingling moans, indulging in that musky aroma of his. It was almost addictive, it made her head swirl. No other guy she'd ever been with smelled as good as Amon did. And seemingly without deodorant or cologne. A natural musk that tickled her nose and her mind.

After a while though, she had to pull back, not quite enough of a master to have a penis lodged in her gullet indefinitely. But her rise to his glans was silky smooth and lecherous, her tongue lashing his glans during her ascent. She lingered there again for a moment, brushing her lips over his helm, rolling over it... and then back down again.

And rinse and repeat, Carla gradually getting into a good pace, bobbing from root to tip, indulging in Amon's moans of pleasure, and more tasty precum oozed for her.

She kept eye contact with him, as best she could. Though repeatedly going down on his cock made it hard to maintain it completely, such she thought she saw an odd glint in his eyes, but it was just the sheen of the low light in his bedroom.

His moans intensified, his dick throbbed more potently, his precum oozing thickly now. The hand to his balls, and the one that occasionally stroked his root, felt those parts of him pulse with increasing vigour. He was getting closer. It filled her with a sense of pride, delight, a kind of power, that she was skilled enough with her mouth to get him to cum.

So she picked up speed, eager to get that creamy load down her throat, to indulge in the taste of a good diet and lifestyle.

Repeatedly, her lips met the base of his cock, gurgling softly every now and then, moving with speed. The soft slurping noise was a bit more prominent now, though not overly excessive. It was all the same another layer of stimulation for Amon, and the model just couldn't last forever.

Thus, with a few more bobs, Amon loosed a luxurious, tantalising moan into the air, his hips bucking with enough force she had to pin him down a little.

And so came the surge of his ecstasy, Carla wrapping her lips first around his base, gulping down his fluids with wanton, lustful hunger, and then slid up to his glans, so she could get those final few squirts on her tongue, tasting him and moaning from how good it was.

She drank it all down, before slipping free of his cock with lips that didn't want to let go, sucking together as she pulled away. She opened her mouth with a mischievous expression on her face, showing nothing remained.

Amon seemed pleased by it.

"My lovely little minx~" he teased, reaching up to brush a thumb across her lips several times... before rolling forward onto his knees to steal a kiss from her.

She groaned, and returned the favour, her tongue mingling with his, Amon seemingly unperturbed she just sucked him off.

To be honest, it wouldn't surprise her if he was bisexual. He'd remarked a few times in the past about how handsome and beautiful some of his male colleagues were.

Eventually, the kiss broke, and Carla loosed a soft gasp.

"Mmph... you take it out of me, even when you're not fucking me~" Carla remarked teasingly, wiping her mouth down.

She felt a little fatigued after that kiss, probably from how much she was moving her neck to suck him off.

"I just have a way with others~" he answered, playing with her breasts, rubbing a thumb against one of her nipples and making her shiver.

"Mmmm, so I've noticed~" she quipped, half a jab at his interactions with Diana, but even his groping was masterfully tender, going only as deep as was comfortable and using a grip meant to stimulate and soothe. Save for when he gently pinched her nipples, earning a squeak from the woman.

"So then... what is it you've been wanting to try with me~?" he said knowingly, brushing his lips across her neck.

She shivered, a tittering sigh escaping her. Was she that obvious?

"Nnf... I've been... haa... practising at home," she told Amon, her own hands moving to touch his toned, perfect body. "Anal stuff."

"Anal~? Oh my, that does sound nice~ But are you sure you're ready for me?"

His question was equal parts seductive, teasing, and considerate.

She nodded.

"I'm ready," she assured huskily. Truthfully, she wasn't sure she was, but at this point, she didn't want to back down.

She needed to know what it felt like. If she could take it.

A sly smile spread across Amon's face.

"Then lay on your front~" he commanded, whispering into her ear and nibbling on the lobe for extra teasing effect.

She shivered, and obediently laid herself along the bed, head strategically placed on the pillows if she needed them.

She heard the drawer open, all too familiar to her now. A condom packet tearing. The snap of the lube bottle.

Followed by the cool, tingling touch of that goopy liquid. It made her flinch, even after all her practise at her apartment.

But feeling it pour directly onto her pucker, Amon spreading one of her glutes aside to give clearance, kneading it all the while, was a different experience.

His finger followed, grinding against her ring of muscle, tracing it with the pad, lathering in the lube... and carefully pushing inside.

She sighed, a single finger not much of an issue for her at all. He was getting her innards all lubed up, at least as deep as his finger could reach. The initial insertion would be smooth.

After that... well, she hoped his dick was slick enough.

Indeed, she could hear Amon stroking his mast, the slick noise of a hand rubbing lubricant into skin tantalising Carla.

But when she felt that hog slap down between her glutes, Amon gently grinding his cock against her cheeks tantalisingly, excess lube dripping onto the small of her back, hesitation crept into her again.

Amon laying further over her didn't help. But it was not to pin her. Instead, she felt his breath against her ears.

"One last chance before I begin, though I'll stop at any time if you need to," he asked. Ever considerate, ever so fucking sexy.

It was enough to help stave off her trepidation.

She nodded her consent.

"Do it, I need it," she huffed, and heard a soft chuckle in response.

"Then I will happily be of service~" he quipped, grinding his cock against her glutes a few more times... before pulling back just that little bit further, and prodding her back door with his tip.

At any time, she could call out to stop... but she didn't. Amon was testing her, teasing her, seeing how she reacted... before finally imparting some pressure, and starting to advance.

Carla's eyes widened immediately, feeling Amon's glans push past her sphincter, stretching her open. She pushed her mouth into the pillow and then groaned.

And things only got more intense the deeper Amon pushed. Thankfully, he was going slow, moving smoothly despite how tight she was. The lubricated condom made things a little easier, and once his cock was halfway in, it didn't seem like the stretching was gonna get worse. It only really intensified a little bit once he pushed past his prior finger depth, but it was a fairly minor increase.

Muffled whines and cries were absorbed by the pillow below her, Carla gripping it tightly as she took that meaty girth, feeling how it compressed against her other organs just slightly.

But as much as it kinda hurt, when Amon was hilted inside her, there was this sense of... satisfied fullness. It was strained, she wasn't going to lie there. But the stretch, the tightness, the intensity... it was all pleasant in a roundabout way.

Once again, he leaned down, his chest briefly brushing her upper back.

"Are you good, my dear~" he asked, both out of consideration, and teasing seduction. No doubt he wanted to indulge her. Indulge himself.

She must have been tight as hell, but she didn't detect a hint of strain from him. Clearly not too tight.

"What a snug fit this is... I'm going to start moving now, Carla~" he advised, his voice still possessing that mixture of consideration and seductive dominance.

He pulled back, and Carla groaned. At first, it was only a few inches, rocking his hips just a little to get her used to the motion. And gradually, his strokes got longer and longer, until his cock was plunging from tip to hilt inside her ass, stretching her wide and tugging on her walls.

She whined and whimpered, eyes bulging out of their sockets. It hurt... and it felt incredible.

The pain was more than tolerable, and the stimulation was in a different league. Not stronger than getting her pussy fucked. But it felt good in a way she couldn't describe.

And still, that tingly feeling from having sex with Amon was there.

Was there nothing she could do with him - besides the obvious candidates - that wouldn't feel good?

He leaned in close again, the sensation of his body grazing her back, pressing that weight down on her body, all but pinning her beneath his masculine frame.

It felt so primal, so erotic. And it was just to whisper something into her ear again.

"Time for some speed, my dear~" he informed, briefly nibbling on the upper arch of her ear.

True to his word, he started to thrust faster, rocking his hips with all the flexible grace she'd come to know from him, pressing down against her ass to get that little bit more depth.

Despite the intensity and the strain, and how much she was whining into the pillows... not once did she contemplate telling him to slow or stop.

She knew he was going to up the ante, see how much she could take, and Carla wanted that. She knew she could tell him to stop, and she didn't feel the need to.

So she was happy to let Amon take the lead and fuck her ass into the mattress.

After a short while, he picked up speed again. And a little bit more. And yet more still.

Until his hips were lightly clapping against her rump, making it ripple and jolting her into the mattress.

She was in tears now, riding a terribly fine edge of delight and distress. If he were to go any faster, she might've felt it too much.

But he wasn't. He had her right in that perfect sweet spot of intensity, speed, and stimulation. Even hearing the smacking of her ass was just another layer of enjoyment, a wonderful eroticism to everything.

And hearing him start to grunt in lecherous exertion was just driving her wild, sharp, muffled gasps and cries loosed constantly into the pillow.

She felt a stirring in her loins, a pressure building in her pussy, ready to burst. Never had she cum when she was practising with her dildo, not without lashing her clit with her fingers, but doing anal with Amon for the first time was driving her to orgasm.

He kept the pace, and she could feel a throbbing in his dick; he was going to cum too.

God, this was just too fucking hot. Amon was unreal. And every now and then, he just made things more fucking hot by kissing and licking the side of her face and neck as he fucked her ass.

No wonder Diana wanted to get this back. Hell, Carla felt a brief moment of guilty pleasure, knowing she was getting this and Diana wasn't.

Such selfish thoughts were pushed aside as orgasm loomed. And she was definitely going to be first this time.

Carla screamed in bliss and spasmed beneath the hunk of a man above her, legs thumping against the bed as she all but lost her mind, clenching around his cock in reflex.

It did little to stop him, only slow down to keep things pleasant for her... before he himself all but slammed his hips into her ass, jolting her body forward, and issuing short, sharp humps into her as he draped himself against her back, each potent jump of his cock another load emptied into the condom.

Carla's orgasm endured for quite a while before she finally calmed down. Leaving her to pant harder than Amon was once he stopped cumming.

As the afterglow set in, and she felt Amon soften inside of her, a myriad of chemicals flooded her brain.

That was simultaneously one of the most physically straining and stimulating things she'd ever done. And to think she came from anal with Amon the first time...

Now that familiar lethargy set in, definitely understandable this time, as Amon proceeded to pepper her ear and the side of her face in kisses.

"You were such a good girl~" he praised, again making her heart flutter. "I think you met your challenge and passed with flying colours~"

She only groaned incoherently in return, twisting a little beneath him, enjoying the weight of his toasty body pinning her down, his silky skin caressing hers.

Eventually, she found her words.

"That was... incredible~" she proclaimed, and Amon chuckled.

"On the list for future fun~?" he asked teasingly, and Carla couldn't help but turn around, pulling off his cock with some lingering stimulation, twisting beneath his wonderful body - not that he didn't help her face him - and look at him with a lust-drunk smile.

She kissed him hard and passionately, Amon's tongue performing that delightful tango with hers before their kiss broke.

"Abso-fucking-lutely~" she confirmed.

They cuddled for a little bit longer, sharing a few kisses and chuckles, Carla noting just how much his kisses made her lips tingle... he was amazing.

She was definitely looking forward to what else they could do.