After a long day at the grocery store, Andre's old friend Caity had been waiting for him when he got back to his apartment.
She looked like she would frequent health food stores, which was accurate, and she smelled like a coffee bean. A likely side-effect of her daily java habit. She approached him aggressively, not even giving him the opportunity to speak.
"What happened to you, Andre?" Caity scoffed. "Your sister called me and told me what you've been like. She said you only leave here for work and then just come straight back, like you don't have a life anymore. She thinks you're depressed."
"Well you can tell her i'm doing fine, thanks," Andre sighed.
Maybe clinically it would be called that. He called it contentment.
"Are you?" Caity huffed.
At first he'd been unable to believe his ears.
The trusted friend to whom he'd come for advice on many an occasion was telling him he should be more aggressive, like he had been in years before, before Chloe had changed his life.
"You might be a produce manager, but do you really have any ambitions any more? Do you ever desire anything other than... stacking fruit the right way? Go after something! Maybe you did hurt some people in those days, but guess what? You got the job done. You've been stagnating since Chloe left you, fixing your vegetarian meals and curling up alone in front of the TV. I want to see you go for store manager. For corporate, even! And I think you're tired of being alone. You can't think you're not good enough just because Chloe said so. Go find someone!"
Andre was aghast at being talked to in such a manner. She had been encouraging him to be everything he no longer wanted to be; the constant climber that Chloe saw fit to leave weeping in the dust.
He felt as if he'd had no choice but to reach up and slap her, just to shut her up.
"You're feeling it now, aren't you?" she demanded triumphantly before the sting even began to ebb.
She locked her sultry green eyes with his.
"Do you really want to see what I desire?" Andre asked, a snarl playing at his lip, showing teeth on one side.
He grabbed a handful of her dyed red hair from the top of her head, winding it around one hand.
"Yes I do," Caity replied confidently.
"What nice hair you have. I wonder what would happen If I... pulled on It."
Her eyes widened within her dark pools of mascara, the big green orbs brightening with the ache of... not fear, but excitement. Hunger. A challenge, even.
Her lip curled up at one end, a naughty and impish grin.
"You wanted to see my power, my ambition?" Andre pulled her closer, by the hair.
He pulled her green jacket off her shoulders, then pulled the belt from his pants and lashed her with it once, her lacy shirt exposing all of her bare skin to it except what was covered by the tank top underneath.
She let out a single high-pitched yelp, that was then followed by an exhilarated gasp.
Andre flung the shirt off of him, revealing his chiseled but pale physique, marred only by one long scar.
"How bout you witness some of this hunger for yourself?" he proposed, pulling the lace shirt off over her head, and yanking the tank top down.
Her bosom was restrained by an ordinary pink sports bra, which Andre pulled off with a quick tug. He unbuttoned his jeans, and then pulled hers down to her ankles, and disposed of her panties In the same fashion.
Her pussy was extremely hairy. Quite to Andre's liking.
"Do you see what I want now?" he asked. "I want you laid out in front of me, bent to my will, naked, given to me completely. A toy."
Her body, slightly plump but not unpleasantly bulgy by any means, was beaded with sweat. He walked her over to the windowed balcony, pressing her nude body against the glass.
Her boobs, modest as they were, flattened against it. Rain ran down the door from outside, and her breath fogged it up at her mouth level.
"This window is so cold, oh," she gasped in exhibitionist pleasure as chill bumps grew around her hardening nipples.
"There, now the whole city can see you bared for me. Are you humiliated, slut?"
When she stepped back, turning to face him, he saw that her body, especially her boobs, had left their mark in sweat on the window.
"That's sexy," he admitted, finally unzipping his pants. The aching pressure in his loins was excruciating, but he resisted undoing his fly and letting her have it right away. Instead, he ran his fingers over her flesh, nails-first. Chill bumps broke out on her flesh as she felt the tips of his sharp nails trace her every curve, even her nipples. She knew he could dig them in and scratch her any time that he chose; she just didn't know when, or even if, he would. Her heart raced in half-excited apprehension.
It seemed he let her off easy, though, returning his hands to his jeans button.
Or so it seemed; he grabbed two handfuls of her pale but fleshy butt, digging in nails-first. She tensed up and grunted.
"Look what you did to me," he said, dropping his pants to reveal a very above average penis, rock-solid and pointed at her.
"Oh my god," she breathed, excited for the stuffing job she was about to get, but anxious over the challenge of accepting it.
"You better take care of it."
She got on her knees and opened her mouth wide.
"Not your mouth; that wouldn't be enough of a challenge." he reconsidered after another look at her lips. "Ok, your mouth a little bit."
He grabbed her hair once more and ventured inside her, feeling her moan softly as he slid inside all the way to the back of her throat.
He shuddered as she bit down, overcome by an unexpected wave of pleasure.
"Oh okay," he said breathlessly, "so you're the challenge."
