Jonathan Scott had known how life worked from a very early age. You had to pay your way, no matter how inconvenient it was. And it cost a lot to go your own way. Especially when one was attempting to get into college. Scholarships only got you so far.
Fortunately, he was proactive, worked hard, and was willing to put in the effort.
Even if that meant working at WonderStar.
Not that Jonathan minded being a barista. But it was hardly what a twenty-something young man wanted to do with his days. He wanted to get his life on track.
But he had to wait.
Be patient.
And serve up another Frappalatte with fresh holstaur cream and brown sugar.
He sighed but plastered on a sunny smile as the bell over the door chimed again. When he turned however the smile loosened, his jaw threatening to fall open at the woman who walked in.
Beautiful didn't do her justice. She was stunning! Jonathan hadn't met many dark elves. They tended not to go out during the day if they could help it, but the woman who just walked through the door blew even the rumors out of the water. A slinky black dress clung to curves that were obvious, but not excessive. Her breasts were largely revealed by a plunging neckline and strapless top. A large sun hat shaded her dark violet skin, perfectly coifed silver hair framing her soft face, and tinted sunglasses hiding her eyes. Her walk made her hips sway. A confident stride, practically a runway strut as she crossed the floor, bearing down on him with mature confidence that demanded attention and obedience.
Jonathon swallowed and hastily smiled again. "Hello! Welcome to WonderStar. What can I get you?"
"Hmmm..." the dark beauty said, her head tilting back like she were reading the menu. "I'd like a steam mocha frappiata with black sugar. No cream."
"Name?"
"Matron Mayura Lasha."
"Coming right up!"
As Jonathon moved over to the steamer, he noted the drow had slipped alongside the counter after him, eying him. Her attention made him feel awkward, but he did his best to focus on making her drink.
"How surprising," she said suddenly.
"Hm?"
"I'd have thought a young man like you would be in college by now."
Jonathan tried not to wince. "Ah," he said, laughing. "Well, you know. Gotta earn the money to go there first."
"Really?" she said. "Parents won't help out?"
He shrugged, pulling down a lever, steam hissing with a rush into the coffee. "Well, my parents have always been very 'bootstrappie'. Gotta make your own way. Fair enough, I suppose."
"Most admirable. A man should be willing to... put in the work..."
He glanced at her, wondering at her tone, but became quickly more interested in how she'd nudged down her glasses to reveal eyes of gold. Intense. Strange and so fascinating he almost let the coffee overflow.
"Th-thanks. I try," he said, hastily grabbing a shaker and sprinkling the dark flakes of sugar into her drink.
"But you can't be earning much here," she noted.
He shrugged. "It's an okay job."
"Seems a shame to waste such a talented young man on a place like this."
He laughed nervously, not knowing what else to say. Pressing the lid down on her cup, he moved back behind the till and placed the drink before her. "That'll be eight forty three," he said.
The hundred dollar bill slipped onto the counter without a sound. He reached for it, and suddenly her hand was on his. Her touch seemed to tingle up his arm and into his chest. His eyes went up, and he froze, his cock throbbing as he saw that she was leaning over the counter, the fullness of her breasts squeezed against her top, nearly bursting out and into the open. His eyes snapped to hers, looking into her smoldering golden gaze.
"Jonathan," she said, reading his nametag with a glance. "You seem a smart young man. A very... eager young man. I happen to have some odd jobs needing doing around the house. Maybe you'd be the right fit for it."
"Uh..."
She leaned in closer. Jonathan inhaled sharply, taking in her thick perfume. Something strange yet enticing. Musky in a way that made him throb in his pants.
"Come by tomorrow. Eight am sharp. And keep the change."
He felt her slide something between his hand and the bill. "I uh-"
"Don't be late," she breathed.
"O-okay," Jonathan said, his voice seeming to answer without a thought from him.
Mayura's smile made him blush hotly. "Good boy," she said.
Her hand slipped from his, swept up her cup, and she turned, striding away. Jonathan watched her go, his eyes glued to how her ass pressed against her gown. Then, she was out the door, and driving away.
Jonathan stood there for a long moment, too stunned by what had happened. Finally, he looked down at the hundred dollars in his hand, and the card artfully slipped in with it, the address glittering in silver lettering.
"Wow," he finally said.
#
Matron Mayura's house was less a residence and more of a mansion.
It sprawled across acres of shady land, its style typical of dark elven architecture. It was black with sloping walls and smooth, curving minarets, as if it had been carved from subterranean stone. Very few windows could be seen, and the fence was high and topped with dangerous points. Yet, a flash of the card she'd given him at the gate's keypad had the bars slide back, allowing him to drive up to the front.
He parked and made his way to the huge doors, which were inlaid with geometric spider designs whose eyes glittered like rubies. He eyed them warily as he knocked.
Within moments the doors slid open, and for the second time Jonathan was stunned at the sight of Matron Mayura.
The dress was gone, replaced by a filmy, faintly transparent gauze like she were dressed in a cloud of diamonds. This had the by-product of revealing her full figure in all its aching glory. Her full breasts were cupped in a lacy black bra that left little to the imagination, her dark panties likewise. Her silver hair was let down, tumbling around her shoulders, and her eyes were lazy. Amused, lidded at the sight of him.
"Ah, Jonathan. So glad you came," Mayura said.
"Uh... I can come back if you um... need some time..."
"Why would I need that?" She glanced down, then chuckled. "Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget how prudish you humans can be."
"I mean uh-"
"Jonathan," he said, taking his arm, drawing him into the house. "Really. You shouldn't be so surprised. If you intend to go to college, you'll see much more than this. Besides, this is my home. I will dress and do as I feel fit within."
Jonathan jumped as the door shut behind him, casting him in absolute darkness. He heard a soft laugh from beside him.
"My apologies. I forgot humans have such trouble seeing in the dark. Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon. For now..."
With a snap of her fingers she conjured a faint phosphorescent light around herself, rimming herself with delicate purple flame. She smiled lazily at his shock.
"An old trick of ours. Now, if you'd please follow me..."
Jonathan felt her take his hand and tug him after her. His first steps were uncertain, stumbling and leery to the threat of sudden pitfalls. The darkness made him more aware of her. Her scent. The warmth of her hand in his.
"S-so," he said, desperate to break the silence. "You had work for me?"
"Indeed. It's so hard living in this big home all alone."
"You live alone?" he said.
"Surprised? Don't be. Since my daughters moved away, I've not felt like hiring anyone, but some matters need to be addressed. Which is why I felt so lucky finding you."
"Well, I'd be happy to help out with anything."
"I know," he heard her say, and caught a flicker of her silver eyes in the gloom. "And I'm so very grateful."
Jonathan swallowed again, hoping her eyes weren't so good she could see the bulge in his pants.
He heard a switch flick, and suddenly a dim light was on. They were in a large bedroom filled with strange stone sculptures. Figures of elven women dressed in flowing robes were etched from obsidian, and Jonathan couldn't help but notice they had an uncanny resemblance to the lovely dark elf at his side. Boxes were scattered about, folded up and ready to be moved.
"Your first task will be to bring these boxes downstairs," Mayura said. "My daughters didn't take much with them, and I can't bear throwing them out. But into storage should be fine. I'm afraid some are quite heavy. Which is why I needed a young, strong man to do the work."
Jonathan shivered as her hand ghosted along his arm, feeling the muscles beneath. "O-of course. I'd be happy to."
"Good boy," she breathed, her hand lingering in his before she pulled it away.
Jonathan went to the work with a will. He couldn't blame her for wanting to hire him. As he hefted the first box, he grunted at its weight. With it in hand he walked after the lovely dark elf back into the dark of the hall. Jonathan found it quite easy to follow, though his eyes kept being drawn to her lovely derriere, interrupted only when they arrived at some dark store room and he put the box down.
Up and down they went, her forever leading him to the room and back. He soon stopped worrying about staring at her ass, for though he was a fit man, the work was heavy, grinding stuff. Besides, it was quite easy to watch the way her flames licked across her body.
Tracing her figure.
Spiraling and coiling around her lovely frame...
fluttering about the soft swell of her hips.
