Come feel the fire with me
Being careful to stay in the shadows of the night, Lucky made his way toward the back door of the mansion. He kept his eyes glued toward the line of women entering the front door until they were no longer in sight. He breathed a slight breath of relief as he walked up to the door and reached his fist up to knock.
Fear, doubt, and concern filled him once more as his knuckles smacked the door a few times. How was he supposed to introduce himself? A man walking around to the back door of the mansion wasn't exactly something most women would be pleased about. This could go wrong immediately in so many ways.
The door opened and a warm breeze from inside escaped the house and washed over him as a tall and skinny woman with long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail stared at him with a cross expression.
"I assume you're Lucky," she stated with disdain in her tone. "Hurry up and come in. You're letting the cold in."
Lucky stepped into the house and looked around. He could see a large table along with a washer and dryer stacked in the corner. The room smelled of clean linen. The tall woman shut the door behind him and walked into the center of the room before turning to look him in the eyes.
"Well," she asked as if expecting something of him.
He walked up to her, thinking this was his chance. The woman didn't look anything like he was expecting. He was picturing Jean Stellar to be a bit more traditionally pretty since she was on tv every night. Not that this woman wasn't attractive at all. She wore a long black coat that was unbuttoned, revealing her small black blouse underneath. She wore khaki pants and white tennis shoes. She appeared to not be wearing any makeup and her nose was red from the cold.
"What are you doing," she asked in a demanding voice as she started to step back from him. He placed his hand on her lower back and stepped closer until he pressed his lips to hers. This was it. He had to make this right. There was no turning back now. She tried to say something as he slid his hand down to grab her ass while he stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She parted her lips and let out a soft moan as her body seemed to relax to his advances.
"Ok then," she whispered as she shrugged her coat off to the floor, revealing her blouse to be sleeveless. She started to undo her pants in a rush as he worked his lips to her neck. "We have to hurry though." She seemed to be afraid of being caught for some reason.
She pulled her pants down and began kicking at one foot to shake the leg loose. Her mouth pressed against his once more and he could feel her tongue slide into his this time. He reached back around and grasped her ass with his hand to pulled her body closer to his. She moaned as he let his fingers slip around to rub her from outside her black silky panties.
He could feel her hair tickling the side of his shoulder as she began fumbling with his pants in trying to unbutton them. Her fingers were cold to the touch at first but quickly warmed up as she managed to grab his cock and release it.
"Fuck me," the woman ordered through deep breaths of anticipation as she pulled her panties off and hopped back on the folding table. She spread her legs and gestured for him to approach, which he did.
"Hurry," she whispered again as she once again grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her wet cunt. "We have to be quick."
He pressed his lips to hers and slowly pushed his hips forward until he felt her warmth start to surround the tip of his cock. She moaned outwardly as he started to push himself further inside of her.
He couldn't believe how easy this was. He was starting to laugh at himself for how much he was worried.
Soon, he was completely filling her up with his meat. She lied back on the table and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to slowly pull back out. She seemed to be in complete ecstasy as he pushed back into her. Her back arched as he pulled back again, her breathing quickened and moans began to escape her lips by the time he was pushing back in.
"I'm cumming," she whispered before he could see the muscles in her legs and stomach quiver. She moaned and softly threw her head from side to side as he held his cock inside of her.
Already? He didn't expect it to be so fast. The woman must have been pretty uptight to have cum so quickly. He just smiled to himself and started to continue his slow motions of pulling out and pushing back in.
"Amanda," he heard a voice call out in shock from behind him. "What are you doing!?"
He turned to see a blond woman of average height standing in the open doorway staring at the both of them in shock.
"Ms. Stellar," the woman having an orgasm on Lucky's cock shouted out of shock and embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!"
So this wasn't Jean Stellar after all?
He looked at the woman on the table and back to the woman in the doorway. She looked for fitting for what he was imagining. She had a Gray toboggan that covered the top part of her dirty blond hair. She wore a buttoned-up brown coat with white fur trimmings around the neck and wrists that stopped at her waist. Her thick gray leggings showed the figure of her ass and legs all the way down to her almost knee-high brown fur boots.
She was staring a hole into him with her bright green eyes and a strange mixture of anger and intrigue on her face. She raised one eyebrow as if waiting for something. That's when he realized that his throbbing dick was still inside the woman on the table. He quickly pulled out of her, causing the woman to chirp as she jumped up and began pulling her pants back up.
"I see you've met Amanda," Jean stated with half a smile as she watched her run over to her coat. "She's my assistant. I'm Jean Stellar."
Lucky couldn't believe how much he'd screwed up already. Here he was laughing at how easy it was when he had probably made things a lot more difficult for himself.
"I'm sorry," he quickly said as he buttoned his pants again and walked over to her. He started to say something, but couldn't think of a proper thing to say. What do you say in this situation? Was there even a protocol for something this moronic?
"It's fine," she seemed to be holding back a small chuckle. "Amanda, go to the party and mingle for me will you?"
"Yes ms. Stellar," Amanda ran around behind Jean as quickly as she could.
"You certainly know how to make a first impression," Jean stated with a quick laugh as she turned her head to watch Amanda disappear through another doorway and into the party. "She hates men with a passion usually."
She turned back to face Lucky and her smile slowly disappeared.
"Let's borrow the office here," she said as she turned to walk further into the house. "It's too cold in here for me and we need to get this interview started."
Lucky followed behind her as she led him further around the house and away from the noises of the people in the party. He studied her from behind as he followed. She carried a sweet smell of flowers from her perfume and her ass was appeared round and firm. He wanted to reach out and grab her but held his urges back. He couldn't get a read on what she wanted exactly so following her in silence was his best option at the moment.
Finally, the woman opened a door and gestured for him to follow her in. She shut the door behind them and sat down in a chair while nodding toward another chair directly across from hers. He sat down and it seemed as though she was studying him the same as he was studying her a moment ago.
"Vicky has told me a lot about you," she started as she pulled a small notebook from her coat pocket and began writing something on a page. "She says you have something special about you."
"Vicky is too kind," he stated as he looked away for a second. Was Vicky really leaving? He felt a sting of sadness enter him as the thought entered. He wasn't sure why he was so sad about it. He barely knew her, but maybe his ability was working in reverse as well.
"Not really," Jean corrected. "Vicky is one of the biggest man haters I've ever met and yet you did something to change her. That's what got me interested in this interview."
She was staring at him with her bright green eyes again. It seemed as though she was trying to read him, but eventually gave up on that attempt and started writing something her notebook again. She took her toboggan off, shaking her hair free as she started unbuttoning her coat.
"It's toasty in here," she explained as she shrugged her coat off and laid it on the back of the chair.
She reached her arms toward the ceiling and stretched her back. Lucky took a note of her perky breasts that seemed to attempt to push right out of her gray sweater. She settled her arms back down as she tossed her notepad to the floor next to her. She looked over to the side and he could see a red glow shining off of her pale skin from the roaring fireplace that he hadn't noticed until right then. She really was a beautiful woman.
"I love the sounds of crackling fire don't you," she asked as she reached her hands out toward the heat. "It just sounds like home."
He looked over at the fire and wondered what it would actually feel like to have something to remind you of a home in a pleasant way. He couldn't remember his real past so he wasn't sure what kind of life it actually was. All he knew was the false memories that had been planted into him by Terra's organization.
"Sorry," Jean's somber apology drew him from his dreary thoughts and looked over to see her leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees. She was staring at him with pity in her eyes. "I wasn't thinking. You probably don't have much in the way of good memories am I right?"
"Not that I can remember," he answered honestly.
Her plump lips spread into a sympathetic smile as she slid from her chair and sat down on her knees in the middle of the floor, scooting closer to the fireplace.
"Come on," she said in a voice almost as warm as the fire itself. "You should feel the heat from this close. It's a nice contrast."
