Christian had been sitting in the same café for two weeks. From morning to afternoon, typing, typing, staring at plants and drinking chai tea. He was always served by the same waitress. She was a small girl, curvy with olive skin and long, dark hair that fell in thick, luscious curls down her back which was bare to the air in her backless dress. She was submissive to him even in his orders of tea and various vegan meals. She was just the kind of girl he knew Anastasia would find attractive. And the perfect way to distract her from her stress for a short time.
"If you're bored of working in a vegan restaurant my girlfriend and I have a couple of types of meat we could put in your bowl tonight."
Her face flushed immediately, but the curious desire in her eyes prevailed as he handed her a napkin with his address scrawled across it. "My shift finishes at nine." Her voice was only a little nervous. This man had the most incredible aura about him. He seemed so quite and pensive as he typed and drank yet his eyes housed such power that she almost feared what he was capable of.
He did not turn to watch her go, he was already imagining all kinds of fun he and Anastasia could have with this girl.
Alan was perched on her bedside table when she woke. Anastasia rarely slept alone these days and her cat was a little put out by it. She sat watching Anastasia as she rolled out of bed and blearily prepared herself for work. "What are you looking at, you little chubby-checker you." Anastasia scooped up her cat and carried her into the kitchen. She really had gotten larger these past few weeks. "I better get you on a low fat diet before you blow up like a little furry balloon."
Anastasia was becoming more and more stressed out by Mr Casey's case. She was quite aware that she may not get him off as much as he desired her too. The prison sentence would be simple for her to avoid, she had accomplished greater things than that in her career, however Casey expected her to clear him of all charges and subsequent fines. This she could not guarantee and for that reason, she was nervous about the week to come. She knew Christian wanted to clear her mind of her worries but she could not think of anything more incredible he could do to her than the things they had already tried.
At work she was becoming so distracted by her thoughts of him that she had begun forcing herself to take notes in every conversation she had incase her mind glazed over as it was about to now.
He was in a garbage man's uniform again, striding purposefully towards her. His torso bare except for a few smears of unknown substances across his chest. His arms encircled her and she found herself thrown over his shoulder, bouncing gently with his steps. The back of the garbage truck loomed. He smelled earthy, she longed to taste his flesh, anything that came out of him. He threw her in front of him into the back of the truck. Their fall was cushioned by the full load of garbage bags that filled his trailer. She felt herself sinking beneath the crackling plastic bags, the strongly scented air enveloping her. His arms reached below the surface, his body followed. Their clothes had disappeared into the ocean of garbage. She felt herself beginning to choke, her mouth filled by the rich scent of rubbish, before realizing it was not the air she was choking on. She clasped her hands around the back of his thighs, holding him to her. They felt so real, even in her imagination. So real…
Her secretary looked alarmed as she was released from Anastasia's iron grip. "Um.. so… I just came in to let you know Mr Casey called…" She stuttered. "He is going to come in tomorrow at two thirty." She walked out as quickly as she could when Anastasia nodded and turned back to her desk.
Well that was an interesting experience, Anastasia was surprised by how okay she felt about being in that proximity with a woman but then resolved that it was simply because she had been sure it was Christian's body that she was feeling. His perfectly slim but muscular figure was pretty much the only human body she had touched since she hugged her mother when they had run into each other in the street a week prior.
"How are you, my darling?" She had said, smiling broadly at the sight of her daughter.
"Oh mother, I'm just the same as I always am. Working and sleeping, that's all I have time for at the moment." She had deemed it unnecessary to enlighten her mother to the details of her new relationship.
She smiled at the memory of the conversation. How different she was to the person people perceived her to be. She was this serious, hard working, in-control person in their eyes, but with Christian she felt she was her true self. She relished his dominance, her shyness giving him confidence to do anything he desired to her. She had given herself to him as a gift. One that kept on giving.
"I have a surprise for you tonight." He smiled, happy with himself, as he drove her to his apartment.
"Oh?" She was intrigued and excited and every emotion she relished in their ability to steal her mind from her work.
"I hope your back is feeling strong." He added as an afterthought, making her that much more curious about what was to come.
His apartment was perfectly tidy, the furniture in the same places as it always was, ordered racks and artistic colour schemes. She felt a little bad leaving Alan on her own at home so often now, she had liked having Christian around too. There was something about his apartment that distracted her from her burning desire enough to keep herself off of him for long enough for them to act like normal humans. Although their eye contact still shared between them the same fire that they knew they would soon feel inside each other.
The doorbell rang and Christian pressed a button on the wall to allow the elevator doors to open. She could tell he was expecting someone and Anastasia had almost guessed herself by the time she realized what the surprise was. Well I shan't waste any time, she thought and walked straight at the girl and kissed her. This is weird but it's not half as weird as I expected, she thought with relief.
"This is Ellie." Christian's voice was low and soothing, right beside her ear, his mouth brushing it as he spoke. They really did not feel it was necessary to do much more talking than that.
The three of them found themselves in the Green Room of Cane. The darkness surrounded them, their body heat warming to room to a sizzling temperature. The three of them moved as one on the low mattress. Christian thoroughly enjoyed watching Anastasia's body writhing and moving with Ellie's. He set himself on himself on his back, allowing the two girls to take turns wrestling with his meal. Anastasia noticed that on the rack among the kitchen implements there was one that did not belong it a kitchen. A sleek leather riding crop hung slyly from the rail, it's tip soft covering the hardness beneath. She shivered in excitement at the ideas of what he might do to them with that whip.
Christian caught her eye as she was looking at it. Anastasia got down on all fours, her back wriggled teasingly. Her eyes locked with Christian's tightly. He stood and moved to a cupboard in the corner of the room. He turned around with a large leather object in his hand. A thick strap hung from the side of it, it looked vaguely familiar to her, something from her childhood. Horses, she remembered them suddenly as the saddle landed on her back. She was not entirely sure about this act but was not opposed to trying something new. Ellie, on the other hand, was obviously in a different mind about the matter. Christian tightened the girth around Anastasia's stomach, her back arched at the sensation of him sitting his weight upon her back. The riding crop was in his hand. He tapped her with it, gently at first until she began to crawl around the room on all fours, propelled by the sharp, pleasurable crack of the leather hitting her.
Ellie had become panicked at the sight of this weirdness and quickly begun to retreat from the room. In her hurry to leave she forgot her pants hanging from a doorway and was left to make her way to her car in her lacy black underwear. Her exit was not noticed by the horse and rider who were finding themselves to be inordinately satisfied by this game of whips and straps.