Author's note - this is chapter two of an ongoing story. To get to know the characters better, read the chapters in order :)
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I sat at my small desk at work, going through some routine clean-up work on the company databases. Unlike every other time I had performed this mind-numbing task, I had a smile on my face. Asta had given me another blowjob this morning before I left for work. The memory of her mouth around my cock, and the thought of my new 'job' as her disciple, were keeping me going through my usually mundane work day.
Melissa, one of my co-workers, came over to check on me. I quickly pulled my mind out of the gutter. Melissa was known for her low-cut tops, and her tendency to lean over to talk to you if you were sitting down working. She had quite a reputation, having apparently slept with most of the guys (and some of the girls) on our floor. Not me, of course - for the couple of years I'd known her I'd been as unlucky as ever. But still, we were friends, and I appreciated our conversations. Even if she did always leave me hard from my few sly glances at her cleavage.
"Hey, John!" Melissa said, brightly. "Working hard?"
My typical, jokey response would be "hardly working!", but I'd actually got quite a lot done today. Having something to look forward to was making the work a breeze. "For once, yeah," I said to Melissa. She reached my desk and leant on it, bending over to look at my screen.
Melissa was certainly attractive. Her brown hair was curled slightly, and always in a style somewhere between up and down. She wasn't what you'd call skinny, but not exactly fat either - she had a classic, curvy figure. She was tall as well, which complimented her curves. Her thick waist flared into wide hips and a perky bulge of an ass. But those tits. My god. Or should I now say "my goddess"?
Melissa's skin was tanned - all over, I presumed, from the golden tone of the two mounds that she had today squeezed into a tight blouse. The material was just see-through enough to make out the shape of her bra. I was no expert, but I was sure her bras were custom-made. Each great, golden globe was the size of my head, or bigger. Her buttons were undone almost halfway down the blouse, exposing a great valley of her trademark cleavage to the world. I tried my best not to look.
"Wow, John. You're actually doing some work." Melissa smiled playfully at me. "Can I take this to mean you're getting your life together?"
I smiled back. I think it might have been the first time I'd ever smiled whilst at work. "You could say that, Mel. What about you, you busy?"
"Me? Oh, no, I was just about to head out, actually." She paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "Or did you mean am i busy after work?"
I was just about to answer no - we'd hung out together a few times before, but I was sure to be busy with whatever Asta needed me to do that evening. But just as I was about to speak, Melissa froze. I mean, she actually froze, completely still. I looked around, panicking. The whole room seemed to have stopped. The clouds outside the window were still.
There was a sudden flash of golden light, and Asta appeared.
"Asta! It's you. I was getting worried for a bit."
The goddess grinned at me. "Hi John! Yeah, just thought I'd give you a warning so you didn't freak out when you saw me. I'm not really here - it's like Violet earlier. I'm in your mind, kind of. Only you can see or hear me. Just remember that. Now, I'll just start things up again -"
"Wait!" I said. Asta looked at me. "Why are you here at all?" I asked.
"I could sense a spike in your arousal. Plus, there's a fair bit of pent-up sexual energy coming from your friend there," Asta said, gesturing at Melissa.
"From Melissa?" Did she... like me?
"Yep! So I figured I'd guide you through the courting process, since you're not exactly skilled in that department."
"Um, I, uh... thanks. I think."
"Don't mention it. You're my disciple, after all." Asta winked, and there was a golden flash as time restarted.
A pause. "Well?" Melissa said.
"Hm?" I said. "Oh right! Erm, actually..." I looked over Melissa's shoulder and saw Asta nodding frantically. "Yeah. I was wondering if you were free later."
Melissa smiled. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I could hang out. What are we doing? Playing some Mario Kart?"
Asta looked at me, shaking her head and smiling. "Tell her you're taking her out for dinner tonight. Your treat."
I repeated what Asta had said to Melissa. She looked surprised, but not in a bad way.
"Oh!" said Melissa. "Ok, then. Yeah, that sounds... wonderful." Her smile widened. "Well, you can pick me up this evening then?"
"Eight!" said Asta, and again I repeated her words.
"Great," said Melissa. Was she blushing a little? "I'll see you then." She walked off, leaving me confused and, frankly, still a little hard from my peek at her cleavage.
"Come on home then," said Asta, beginning to fade away into the air. "You need to get ready."
My familiar walk back home took less time than usual. It seemed like I had a literal spring in my step. Me and Melissa... on a date? Her reputation as a bit of a slut flashed into my mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I liked her a lot, but could we be in a real relationship? Was that even what she had in mind? In any case, I thought, shrugging to myself, sex with her will generate some Currency for Asta.
Later that evening I walked round to Melissa's in the only suit I owned. I would've liked to have been able to swing by in a cool car and pick her up, but seeing as how I didn't own a car, and didn't drive, we would be taking hers. Asta had, apparently, made us a reservation at a swanky restaurant up in town. The food had all been ordered and paid for up front. I wondered how she had paid for it. Did Currency work like real money as well?
I knocked soundly on Melissa's door, and waited for her footsteps to reach me. The door swung open, and so did my mouth.
She looked incredible. None of the showy make-up or overly sexual clothes she walked around the office in - she wore a simple, if fairly short, black dress, and I wondered whether she was wearing any make-up at all. The short skirt of the dress revealed that her slightly chubby, but shapely legs were as golden brown as the rest of her. The dress, uncharacteristically, didn't display any cleavage, but the bulge of her chest was unmistakable as it stretched the black material, and somehow just as sexy. She beamed at me.
"You look... stunning, Mel," I managed to say.
"Aw, thanks, Johnny," she said. "You scrub up pretty well yourself."
There was a slightly awkward pause. I found myself wishing I had Asta here, telling me what to say, but then Melissa spoke. "Shall we go?"
I nodded, and took her arm as we walked down to her car. Maybe I would be just fine without Asta.
The date went incredibly. We talked the entire time, and I learnt things about Melissa I'd never guessed to be true. For one, the rumours about her promiscuous sex life were all false. "That was Mark Hutcherson. I turned him down and he started saying the reason I dress the way I do is because I have some game going of trying to bone everyone in the office."
"So why do you dress the way you do?" I asked. I immediately began worrying the question might be taken the wrong way. "I mean, I like it. The way you dress. You're..." I smiled at her. "You've always been beautiful."
She blushed and smiled back. "Thank you, John. I guess I wear all those tight skirts and low-cut tops because... well, I don't really know why. I just like them. I think I look good in them, and that makes me feel good."
"You do look good in them," I assured her. "But I think you look even better tonight. If that were possible."
The conversation changed subjects, from her family (two sisters, she was the oldest) to her hobbies (she played the piano), until by the time the meal was over I felt like I knew everything about her. It was so easy talking to her. We'd never had a real conversation before - we'd chatted in the office, and she'd come to my place a few times to play video games, or I to hers to watch a movie. But this was like getting to know a whole other person to my casual work friend. I liked this side of Melissa. She was fun, relaxed, interesting.
Throughout the evening, Melissa seemed to take any opportunity to reach across and touch my arm, or brush her hand against mine as she reached for something. The more wine we ordered, the more frequent these moments of contact got. Every time we touched, it was like a jolt of static between us. I began reaching over to her myself, until I was stroking her bare arm, her tanned skin soft to the touch. I looked her in her deep, brown eyes, and watched as her lower lip quivered ever so slightly. She bit it.
Attempting to be the cliched gentleman at the end of the night, I offered to walk her home. She reminded me that she'd driven us here, but laughed and offered me a lift instead. She'd been drinking, I reminded her, but she assured me she was under the limit. She hadn't had all that much, I realised looking back. Where had all the wine gone? My head swan as I stood up, and I realised. Melissa led me to her car, laughing, and we drove away. When she pulled the car up, however, we had arrived at her place.
Melissa turned to me. I tried, oh how I tried, not to look at the way her seatbelt was pressed into her dress in the space between her two massive breasts, stretching the fabric tighter still across them and defining their glorious, round shape.
"Do you... want to come inside?" she asked. Her voice was low, quiet, sensual. The double entendre was heavily implied.
I looked at her, sitting there. My casual friend, who had suddenly become a closer friend, and who was now inviting me to be closer still. Somehow, despite the raging hard-on I held in my pants, and my knowledge that I would be doing this for Asta as well, it didn't quite feel right.
"I think maybe we might be going a bit fast. Also," I said, slurring my words, "I think I'm quite drunk."
Melissa laughed quietly, nodding. "You're right, John. I'm sorry."
"No!" I said. "Don't be. I had a great time. You're..." I stared into her brown eyes. "You're pretty fucking fantastic, Mel."
