Chapter.
My relationship with Señor Croc was very consistent from then on. He would come to the club most nights to hear me sing and carry out his 'business', and twice a week he would take me home or back to his place to have sex. Depending on his mood we would make love in a bed, or he'd fuck me in the bath or against a wall. He was always be matter of fact about it, and I'd always be left alone in my own bed by the end of it. he never staid for very long or snuggled afterwards.
Until one night, 4 months into our arrangement.
Catherina sat at the performers' table, sipping a diet coke and sinking against the velvet seats.
She wore a long red dress, of course, with a large heart shaped diamante section covering her breasts. The rest of the dress fell in silken folds, like a second skin. It wasn't fitted, but the fabric rested naturally over her like she was beautifully gift wrapped.
Or at least, that's what Killer Croc thought when he looked at her.
He stared at that strange woman, sat there, sipping through a straw when she knew damn well he was watching her. His little Spanish doll knew better now than to actually look at him or address him when he appeared at the club. She knew if he wanted her, he'd tell her. The problem was, he did want her. But it had only been 24 hours since he last had her. Croc smirked to himself under his trench coat and hat. He'd appeared on her doorstep last night and caught her in nothing but a large T shirt with a bunny on the front for sleeping in. One swipe of his fist and she was naked. They didn't even make it to the bedroom. He pounced and pounded her into the living room floor, rolling around in carnal pleasure.
It had only been 24 hours.
But he wanted her again. So badly he could feel his reptilian blood growing hot again.
Then she did it. Catherina licked the end of her straw and looked at him through her lashes. Those ruby lips curved into a knowing smirk as they closed around the straw.
No. Croc turned away from her and focused on the blonde woman on stage. She wore lots of pink and seemed to be murdering a classic love song with a cute face.
He caught her moving out of the corner of his big amber eyes, and watched her saunter off to the dressing rooms. As she stood in the doorway she looked over her shoulder at him, blew him a kiss, and slipped into the room.
Croc pulled away from the wall and stalked through the shadows to the dressing room. He found the door unlocked so he went inside and locked the door behind him.
"Catherina?" He growled out, and smirked when he heard a soft whimper behind the changing screens.
"Señor Croc?" Her silhouette teased his eyes, which increased as her dress appeared, thrown over the screen. "It seems I'm alone here."
"I don't smell anyone else."
"Are you well?" The tone of her voice was light, but mischievous. She had lured him here on purpose.
"I'm about to be a hell of a lot better. Get out here." He barked, looking around for a suitable surface to take her on. Maybe the floor again?
"Alright, but I was about to go home."
"Well now you...well." Croc leaned against one of the dressing tables and blinked at his little Spanish doll.
She had changed her outfit alright. How she wore red heels, long red tights with lace trimmings up to her mid thigh, and suspenders attaching them to a pair of French panties. They were beneath a transparent red negligee that parted over her front. The top section was much like a bikini, but also transparent...
He could see her dusky nipples hardening beneath the negligee, and the dark outline of her tresses through the panties. Her long raven hair bounced, with certain other parts, as she stalked towards them. "This isn't like you."
"I saw this in the window of a show Señor Croc and I thought you might like it." It was then he saw the furious blush over her naughty features. "Do you?"
"Hmmm." He folded his arms and gave her a quick look up and down. "Don't know. Walk up and down for me." She gulped, clearly not expecting that, but did as she was told.
Croc resisted the urge to laugh as she tentatively walked back and forth for his pleasure. She wasn't experienced with this sort of thing, or she'd have done a sexy walk, or taunted him in some way. Instead she walked like she was a person in the street, who happened to be attracted to him. "I think I need to see the back." Catherina stood with her back to him and watched him over her shoulder. "I think I like it. Show me the front again." She turned and saw the evil twinkle in his eyes.
"I think I can improve the outfit Croc." He narrowed his stare on her face then and smirked. She was going into bedroom mode. She'd called him Croc.
"Show me." She pulled at the cord on the front of the negligee and slipped it off. She was now wearing nothing but the heels, tights, suspenders and panties. "Yes. Better." He dropped his hat off to one side and shrugged his coat off. He then leaned forward and swiped his tongue across one of her nipples and up to her neck. "Much better." He clawed at the dresser as her feather light fingertips ghosted over his chest, down his rippling abs and down to his belt buckle. "Oh? I haven't given you permission to-"
Click. Thwap.
She threw the belt off to one side and waited to see if she was in trouble or not. "...aren't we feeling adventurous today? You'd think I hadn't seen you in a while."
"I will always hunger for you Croc." Catherina whimpered, pressing herself against his body and grabbing hold of his zipper. "These panties are crotchless." She whispered into his ear and moaned when he finally grabbed her hips.
"Really Catherina, you should have opened with that if you really wanted me to fuck you." He held the back of one knee and pulled her leg around his waist. The other hand found the opening in the crotchless panties and he slipped his fingers inside her. at first she panicked, knowing the claws that tipped those fingers, until she looked down at the other hand on her leg.
He'd clipped his claws down. Catherina beamed with delight and soon with ecstasy when he started probing her with those skilful fingers. She grabbed his shoulders and mounted him on the dresser table, making a real show of riding his fingers and kissing him with a fiery passion. "I wouldn't have taken you for a naughty girl that fucks her boyfriend at work." He growled, slipping his fingers back out and freeing his throbbing cock from his pants and fly.
Catherina was about to say 'boyfriend?', when grabbed her hips and brought her down onto his dick. She screamed with delight, arching her body and using her grip on his shoulders to anchor her to him. "What a naughty girl you are. Tricking me into coming back here just so you could have some fun on my dick." Croc hissed with an open mouthed grin as her body moved up and down, rocking against him and seemingly losing her mind with pleasure. She watched him as well, seeing how he reacted to her movements. He moved his gaze from her intoxicating body, to her enticing and erotic face. The way she moaned his name, begged for more, and kissed his lips desperately did wonders to his ego and his libido. He grabbed her ass helped her grind against him even harder.
"Oh Croc." She whimpered, and licked the side of his face. He purred and grunted as he thrust up into her tight, wet pussy.
If you had asked him 4 months ago if he would be in the back of the club, with this heavenly creature riding him for all he was worth, he'd have laughed at you. Now he was snarling with ardour and giving in to his new addiction.
Twice a week just wasn't enough anymore. Clearly it wasn't enough for her either, with the lengths she'd gone through. Buying naughty underwear and seducing him into fucking her in the dressing room like this. "Croc!"
He watched her tremble with wanton need, her orgasm rocketing through her nerves and hissed as she clawed over his chest. She didn't break through his scales, but damn she was hot when she came. Her hair was a dishevelled mess now and her body was hot and just a little bit sweaty. He could taste it as he licked her breasts, sucking on her peaks and nipping at her neck. "OOooooh."
He felt himself getting closer, then it hit him.
He wasn't wearing a condom!
"G-Get off quickly." He used his grip on her hips to lift her off him and put her down on her feet.
"B-but! I haven't pleased you yet Señor Croc!" Catherina went into full blown panic mode. "Whatever I did Wrong Señor Croc I-" He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep and wet kiss. He didn't stop until she stopped trying to apologise through their lips.
"I didn't expect this, so I didn't bring a rubber." He chuckled into her cheek, licking it and looking into her worried brown orbs. "Don't worry, you will please me." He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock. She got the hint and let him push her to her knees before him. he gripped the dresser table again and watched her from his towering position as she stroked him from base to tip. "Faster."
"Si Se-" He grabbed the back of her head and shoved the head of his cock in her mouth.
Catherina was startled at first, having never given head to anyone before. It also tasted a little salty from the juices of their sex, but not unpleasant enough to prevent her from doing her job. She had to please him, and if Killer Croc wanted her to suck his cock, that's that she'd do.
"Fuck." He kept his fingers tangled in her hair at the back of her head, dictating the pace of her bobbing head. She wasn't bad at this actually. She used one hand to hold the base of his cock to keep the shaft still and allowed her saliva to lubricate it as she moved. She stimulated the underside with her tongue, and followed her master's instruction to suck harder and nip him in the right places. She never complained, and she never reduced the pace. "Oh yeah, let go." Catherina released him immediately and looked up for her next instruction. Croc grabbed his own cock and stared down into her face. "Say my name." He was stroking himself and panted with a grin as he held her face near the throbbing head.
"Croc." He purred with delight and put the tip of his crown on her chin.
"Open your mouth and say it again." She knew what he wanted now, and smoothed her hands up his thighs. She blushed and opened her love sore lips with lusty brown eyes.
"Croc." She whimpered, and he released a strangled moan. He came mostly in her mouth, but some of it dribbled down her chin and stuck to her cheek. He released her face and gripped the dresser table instead, panting and gathering himself. He never once looked at away from Catherina, watching as she struggled to swallow the thick cum in her mouth, and use a tissue to wipe the rest away. She only gagged a little bit, and it was so cute how she tried to hide it from him.
"Well done. That was your first time giving oral, wasn't it?"
"Was I good?"
"Yeah." he put himself away and put his coat and hat back on. "I'll have to get you to do that again some time."
"I'll get better." Catherina got to her feet and reached for her dressing gown. Croc grabbed her wrist and yanked her body against his. He then kissed her, despite the taste on her tongue, and ran his hands all over her body until she became a whimpering puddle of goo in his hands.
"I'll do you next time. I know you like that."
"I love that." Catherina wrapped her arms around his neck and wished he would just hold her like this forever. "I love everything you do to me."
"Really?" He nuzzled her neck and licked it. "Then perhaps we need to meet more often to enjoy each other."
"Yes!" she pulled back and beamed a hopeful smile at him. "I'd very much like to see you more often."
There it was again.
She cared for him.
There was a cautious voice in the back of his head saying he couldn't deny that the girl was becoming attached to him, in more ways than when they fucked. The problem was...he didn't want to give her up either.
"Fine. We'll up it to-"
"As often as you like." She interrupted him and kissed his lips. "Whenever you desire my body, you can have it. It's yours."
"Really? What if I wanted you every night?"
"Then you can have me every night."
I was in love with him then, and I knew it. I knew that to offer my body to him like this, on his every beckon and call, was dangerous. Surely he could see how much I wanted him, and would use this against me in some way. Maybe he would realise the extent for my feelings for him and discard me now, before things got messier. All these fears ran around in my eyes, but in that moment I didn't care. I wanted to be his, in every way possible.
"That's a little awkward, with you living so far from my house." He looked over her head and stared into the back of the dressing room door.
"I could move closer to you." She offered, feeling the ice beneath her feet start to break. She was pushing her luck now.
"Or you could move in with me and be my slut-on-tap?" He grinned and looked down at her, expecting her to cry and hit him and tell him he could go to hell. She was no one's slut.
"I'd love to." The smile on Catherina's face, the tears building up in her eyes and the gentle way she put her hands on his chest, said a very clear message Croc wasn't ready to hear yet. "I'll be a very good woman to you Croc. I'll do as much or as little as you want."
"What? You mean like clean and cook and stuff?" He suddenly saw unforeseen advantages to this arrangement. He hated tidying, and cooking, and changing the bedding, and dusting, and-"
"Yes, of course. I will do whatever you want me to."
"Well, you better get home and pack then. I'll collect you and your stuff tomorrow." Croc untangled himself from the woman and straightened himself up.
Did he really just ask her to move in with him? Had she really just said yes? Even when he'd called her a slut?
"I'm not working tomorrow. What time shall I be ready for?" She was already pulling on a pair of jeans and lacy white bra. "Do I need to buy anything? Do I need to tell Señor Falcone that-"
"No, I'll tell him. Be ready for noon." He watched her and felt something warm begin to bubble in his chest.
She was grinning and moving around the dressing room like it was Christmas. Was she really that happy that she was going to be his house slave? Really?
"I will be ready for noon Se-" He silenced her with one last deep kiss, before tearing away from her and storming back out into the club.
I had never been as happy as I was in that moment. Croc had referred to himself, accidentally or not, as my boyfriend. He'd admitted that he wanted to see me more often and asked me to move in with him, and was wasting no time about it. I knew he thought of me as a convenience that would be more convenient if I was already waiting for him when he got in from his work, but to me, it was more than that. I would never presume to be more than his mistress, but the normalcy of living with him, cooking and cleaning, it would almost be like I was his girlfriend. Something...something I secretly craved more than anything. I felt as though he was starting to like me, but couldn't be sure. Little to say I spent hours that night packing, cancelling my bills, and planning what to wear, say and do tomorrow when Croc came to collect me and take me 'home'.