She squinted her eyes at my question.
Not that the answer matters. It was merely to satisfy my curiosity.
I raised my brows when she stared back at me. Her face as if trying to recall how she had become my fan.
"I…I." She looked down at her fingers. Her petty figure stirring in her seat, red glow already spreading from her ear. She was petty…and looked pure. The kind that gets you wanting to protect so that they remain pure forever. Too innocent to be pulled into this game.
"I first saw you at the auction I attended with my dad." I knotted my brows. Auction? I have not been to one in a century.
"...you were looking dazzling standing side by side with your dad…" She continued until…
"Dad?" I asked, my voice slightly broken at the end. My dad was never one for an auction. No, he didn't have the means to be there. He could barely feed us and pay the bills let alone attend an auction. I mean, what for? As a worker?
"Sorry, I mean manager. Well I didn't know at that time that you were a child star and he was your manager. But when I later did, I immediately became a fan." She looked back at me. Revealing those beautiful dentures of hers.
I sat back on the chair, I recalled the auction she was talking about. In fact it was all planned out by Debbie.
Debbie had bought the finest tuxedo and had hired an expert stylist to get me ready.
In her words she said that I needed to look dashing in order to capture a certain person's attention. She never said who. Now I think I know the 'who' was. She.
"Wow. That was like how many ages ago? Sorry, how old were you then?" She tucked her hair into her ear.
"It's my turn. Were you…" She exhaled as if thinking her question over. "Was…Were you…At the stage, you looked towards a particular direction. Was your girlfriend sitting there?" She bit her lip. Her ear reddened fiercely.
"Are you asking if I have a girlfriend?"
"No…no… I mean I overheard some group talking about it and since we are playing a game and I don't know what to ask I just think it would be good to ask," she rant on.
"I was looking at you." I placed my hand on hers. She seemed to stifle at my reply, perhaps it was my touch. She withdrew her hand as if burned by a hot coal.
"Me? How? I mean why."
"Because I like you." I held her hand again, bringing it to my lip. Its soft jelly-like texture meets the coolness of my mouth.
"But you don't know anything about me." I did. In fact, a lot more.
I have a stack of her photos in my bedroom cupboard. I followed her personal Instagram account and a fan page she created for me. I am a friend of hers on WeChat.
More than once we had a video call, twice we had a voice call. I knew her daily routine like the back of my hands.
I knew her more than she does herself.
But she didn't know this. She didn't have to.
"I don't need to know everything about you to know that I like you." I said. "From the moment you walked in with your friends, I saw you. There is something special about you. You have this aura around you that seems to pull me in."
It wasn't time yet. It wasn't time for her to know that I had been stalking her for the past two years.
She blushed hard and tried hiding it with the few strands of hair she let down.
"Here," I leaned over to help her untie the rest of her hair.
The soft silking fine dark threads felt over her shoulders.
She lifted her face to meet mine, clear blue eyes as the sky stared back at me. Her tongue over her lip, leaving it moisturized.
I gulped and felt my Adams apple roll too. She was finer in person than from the photos.
She tilted her head forward. Her nose is just an inch from touching mine. She could feel it too. The tension in the air. The drugs were taking its effect.
I leaned back to the chair. I needed to maintain the gentlemanly façade. I had lost my cool once and I wasn't going to let it happen again.
She poised her lip in a pout and then looked away.
Don't be in a rush darling. Soon, soon you would beg for it.
"Who is going next?" I asked.
"I don't want to play anymore." She glanced back on her watch. "It's late. I'd better get going," she said.
I couldn't let her go like that, not after my efforts to get her here. I glance at the screen of my phone. Five more minutes.
"There's still more cake. Don't tell me that you are willing to let it go to waste," I said. That was dumb. Really?
She paused, looking towards the cake.
"Okay fine." She slumped back onto the chair. Her mouth moved in rhythm as she savored the cake. Her favourite, her piece to destruction.
Soon, she lifted her face, all reddened.
"I'm feeling heat," She said, and stood up, walking to my side. She grasped my right hand to her chest.
"See my body is hot, I'm not lying." She would never remember what is happening tonight. But this sight will stay with me forever.
"Hmm, your hand is cold." She held my hand. I grope my hand over her body and she moans in heat.
This was not the plan. I was supposed to give her a sedative and exit the room. But when she traced the nook of my face, I couldn't stop the way my body reacted to her touch.
I pulled her close, and planted a hot passionate kiss on her lip. My fingers tracing the shape of her curve. She was endowed, I will give her that.
The dress she had on made it easier and I pushed it down to expose her upper body.
Her pink tits stared back, begging to be kissed and assaulted. And I did.
I rolled my tongue around it as I took to sucking the sweet life out of it. She moa
ned in pleasure as my finger found her cord. I slipped a finger in. She was tight as expected.