The reflection of Reimi stared back at her with an uncertain expression. She raised her hand to her face, inspecting the sleeves of her outfit. “It might be too hot to wear long sleeves,” she said. “Any suggestions, Rosalind?”
Rosalind snapped to attention. She halted her scribbles of Reimi and gave her opinion. “Um… if… if you spend most of your time outside, th-then maybe you should go with the sleeveless version of that dress,” said Rosalind. “Also…”
“Also, what?” Reimi wondered.
“If… if y-you wish to catch the Young Master’s attention, a… a little skin can go a long way,” Rosalind added.
“Why does everyone think I like him?!” Reimi flared. There was a short silence before she took off the dress and grabbed the other one that rested on her bed. “I guess I could try it on…” she said quietly. “I mean… he might be stressed out with all the work he has to do… the least I could do is give him some eye candy. I’m not a bad person after all.”
“J-justify it however you wish, Miss Walters,” Rosalind started giggling.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Reimi barked. She slipped the dress on before admiring herself in the mirror. Much like the previous one, it was a black dress that clung to her curves. It stopped right above her knees and only differed in the absence of sleeves. Reimi used her fingers to adjust the straps which had bunched up when she put the dress on. She pulled her hair into a neat bun and secured it in place before opening one of her many drawers and taking out a pair of brown-rimmed glasses.
“I did not know you wore glasses, Miss Walters,” Rosalind said surprised.
“I don’t,” Reimi admitted. She adjusted them before looking at Rosalind with a smile. “It’s to complete the look. Now for some leggings.”
“You… you might be taking this a little too seriously, M-miss Walters,” said Rosalind. “Y-You’re running out of time before… before you have to leave.”
“Preposterous,” said Reimi. She walked up to one of her closets and kneeled down to open the set of drawers devoted to legwear. She took out some dark brown pantyhose and walked up towards her bed. Reimi slipped them on one leg at a time while constantly eyeing the rack of shoes. By the time she finished putting on the pantyhose, her eyes were locked on to a specific set of heels. She removed the black almond-toe pumps from where they rested and slipped them on. When she finished, Reimi approached the other end of her room to look at her full body mirror. She looked fantastic. “How’s the view?” Reimi asked.
“You look exquisite, Miss Walters,” Rosalind answered. “Any man will look twice once they see you.”
“One more thing to complete the look. Put it on me, Rosalind.”
“O-of course,” said Rosalind. She opened the wooden box that rested on her lap and produced a red choker. Rosalind approached Reimi and wrapped the accessory around her neck “Th-there you go.”
Reimi opened her eyes at Rosalind’s words. She eyed the choker in the mirror before touching it. “I wonder how long this will last…?” she pondered. She looked to the clock in her room to see that it was fast approaching eight o’clock. Reimi grabbed her suitcases and stepped out of her quarters with Rosalind following behind her. They stopped right at the exit of her wing. “This is farewell for a little while, Rosalind,” said Reimi. “Take care of my girls until I come back in a few weeks, okay?”
“I… I shall do my best, Miss Walters,” Rosalind smiled. “I pray you return soon.”
“We’ll see,” Reimi smiled as well. She walked away and traversed the halls to the mansion’s main entrance. Though she felt a little nervous, Reimi felt excitement more than anything else. This was her first trip out of the estate that lasted more than a few days in quite some time. Even though she knew that she was going to be helping with the business, she was excited at the change of pace. A smile was plastered on her face as she entered the main entrance where James and Vincent waited with luggage of their own.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big smile on you,” said James as he spotted Reimi.
“Is there something wrong with it?” Reimi asked. Her smile quickly turned into a frown.
“That’s more like it,” said James. He inspected Reimi’s attire and loved it. James looked towards Vincent to see him catching quick glances at Reimi as well. She looked stunning in the black dress. Her hair was usually down, but it looked beautiful in a bun. James believed the glasses were the best part of her look. He knew for a fact that she didn’t have bad eyesight, but the simple accessory made her look ten times more professional and attractive. “You look amazing,” James commented.
“I don’t need to hear flattery from you,” Reimi said even though she drowned on his praise in her thoughts.
“You do look quite beautiful, Miss Walters,” Vincent said as well.
“Thank you, Master Irons, but Reimi is fine,” she said with a smile.
“What?!” James said a little irritated. “He gets †˜Master Irons’ while I get †˜James?’ He can call you †˜Reimi’ like my dad but you get irritated when I do it?”
“Life is strange, isn’t it?” Reimi smirked as Vincent laughed at James' complaint.
“I don’t even know why I bother,” James laughed as well. The three stepped out of the mansion and out on to the front of the estate. They exited just as the limousine pulled up next to them. James took a deep breath before taking hold of the door handle. “This is it.”
“Just because you’re an adult now doesn’t mean you aren’t young,” said Vincent. “We’ll still have fun.”
James smiled at Vincent. “I know,” he said as he opened the door. The three stepped in and the limousine was off towards downtown Sorrowsworn.
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“There it is,” James said as he looked at the building that towered and dwarfed most of the surrounding structures. “My uncle’s hotel.”
“†˜The Shard’ truly is impressive. It’s more lavish looking than the estate,” said Vincent. He admired the shard-like shape of the building from which its name was derived. Balconies littered the outside and were accompanied by windows with a special gloss. When the sun shined down, it made the entire structure radiate in a plethora of prismatic light. “It looks even better now than when we visited it last. How long ago was that?”
“We weren’t even teenagers,” James recalled. “I think we were eleven or twelve.”
“You two seem to have fond memories of this place,” said Reimi.
“We did,” said Vincent.
“Yeah, Vince and I had to stay in this hotel for a few weeks back when we were younger,” James explained. “I don’t recall the reason why, but I do recall all the things we did.”
“We ate at every restaurant inside and abused the room service,” said Vincent with a smile. “There are three pools in †˜The Shard’ and I remember distinctly being a menace with James in all of them.”
“I think there’s four now,” said James. “My uncle had a pool at every fifth floor. Now that there are twenty floors, he’s added a new pool at the top. We should check it out when we get a chance.”
“I heard your uncle has also expanded on the entertainment section,” said Vincent. “There’s apparently multiple rooms dedicated to performances now instead of just one.”
“You’d be right,” James confirmed. “Shows from entertainers around the world are constantly going on in the hotel. He told me on the phone that there’s now a fight club. They’ve held a good chunk of world class MMA fights from fighters all around the world. I heard there’re going to be a few tonight. They’re not big name fights though.”
“We should go nonetheless if we can,” said Vincent. “I’d love to see a fight up close. It’s been a while.”
“You two are cute,” said Reimi. “Don’t forget the reason why we’re here though.”
“We won’t,” they assured her as the limousine stopped. The driver opened the door for the three passengers, allowing them to exit. They were flanked on either side by a row of well dressed men and women. At the end was Tiberius with his wife, Sharon. Unlike Claudius who had a strong build, Tiberius was a little bit more on the portly side. His wife however, was beautiful as can be. Tiberius sported a black business suit while Sharon wore a white dress, creating a pleasant contrast between them.
“Hello, uncle,” James greeted Tiberius with a smile. “I see you’ve gained a little bit more weight.”
“See dear? Even your nephew’s starting to notice it,” Sharon teased. “Get back into shape.”
“Welcome James! And Vincent and Miss Walters as well! It has been so very long!” Tiberius’ voice boomed. He looked to his wife with a guilt ridden smile and laughed. “If I have the time, I’ll see what I can do.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Master Sorrowsworn,” said Vincent as he bowed.
“Tiberius is fine,” said Tiberius. “Well, what are we waiting for? Right this way.”
“Of course,” the three said. They followed Tiberius about as he showed them the grandeur of the main lobby. He pointed them to all the hallways that led to the different areas for shows before taking them to one of the glass elevators. James distinctly remembered when the elevators were still metal. Now with them being glass, James got the full view of not only the interior of the building, but the entire city as well. As they ascended, Tiberius explained where the many exercise facilities are with a lot of heavy hinting from his wife. He pointed out some of the new additions that were put in place at every pool. The three were in absolute awe at how much the hotel had evolved since their last visit.
When the elevator finally stopped, the company had reached the twentieth floor. Tiberius led them out alongside a couple of hotel hosts. “I saved the best penthouse for you three,” he said as they walked down the singular hall with no windows towards a set of double doors. When Tiberius opened it, the three were stunned at what they saw. It was as if they were entering a mansion. “These are my quarters, but it might as well be our house with its size,” he joked. “I’ve prepared three rooms for you to stay in and you have access to the private pool at the summit right above us at any time as long as you are not working. Will that be satisfactory?”
“Uncle…” said James. “This is too much. We’d be completely fine with sleeping in one of the lower floors.”
“Nonsense!” said Sharon. “Tiberius and I talked at length and we agreed that you, your friend, and your personal maid deserve only the best.”
“If you want, I can have your personal maid stay with you,” Tiberius winked and punched James’ shoulder.
“Stop that, dear!” said Sharon.
“Um… she’s only my temporary personal maid,” said James. “My personal maid is Cecelia”
“Estheim?” Sharon asked. “That poor girl… I hope your mother’s treating her better these days.”
“She’s treated like how she always is,” Reimi confirmed for Sharon. “That’s why I’m here. She’s… not in the best shape right now.”
“Well, with that dark turn, I think it’s time to move on,” Tiberius said with a serious look. “James, you’ll be taking care of the stock and ledger for the entire hotel. I’ll start you off easy since it’s your first day. Make sure all the numbers are right and report to me if there are any significant decreases. Can you do that?”
“Can I? Of course! Will I? That’s a little more questionable,” James joked.
“If you don’t, I’ll fire you on the first day!” Tiberius joked back. He looked towards Vincent and threw him a set of car keys. “There’s a Veneno Roadster waiting for you in the parking garage. James told me that you’d be digging some things up. I suggest you hop to it.”
“Right away, Tiberius,” said Vincent. He followed the hosts who led him back to the elevator.
“As for you, James, your task is waiting for you down at the lobby. Have fun on your first day. Don’t be afraid to ask if you need help,” said Tiberius. He finally focused his attention to Reimi. “As for you, Miss Walters, there is a matter that I wanted to discuss with you.”
“If it involves entertainment, I can have an event planned and an act choreographed by tonight,” said Reimi.
“It does involve entertainment, but not in the way you’d expect…” Tiberius said. “Follow me and I’ll discuss it in detail.”
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James took a deep breath and held it in as he finished with writing down the final few numbers on the ledger and inputting them on an electronic file on the monitor in front of him. He exhaled loudly and leaned back on the chair upon finishing. James tilted his head back, looking at the clock behind him upside-down. It was already six o’clock. “Not counting that break I took, that literally took almost nine hours!” he sighed. “And I have to do this every day? And this is starting me easy?”
“At least you feel accomplished when you’re done,” said Vincent as he walked in from the entrance. He leaned against the lobby desk with his head buried in his arms. “I spent the entire day at the city library combing every history record of Sorrowsworn and the families that have helped with the city’s economy and found absolutely nothing on your mother. That’s going to be what every day for me is like.”
“By all means, do you want to trade?” James said to Vincent over the other side of the desk.
Vincent lifted his head from his arms and smiled at James. “Not at all,” he said. They both laughed happily at their little conversation before Tiberius appeared from one of the many elevators.
“How’d your first days go?” he asked with his ever present smile.
“Tiresome,” said James.
“Fruitless,” said Vincent.
“I expected as much,” said Tiberius now laughing. “Well, I’d say it’s about time for a change of pace, is it not?”
“Hmm?” both the young men wondered.
“The sun’s setting and things are about to get exciting in this hotel,” said Tiberius. “Though the days are long and tedious, the nights are the reason the staff put up with working here. Would you care to see your uncle’s nightlife?”
James and Vincent looked at each other. There was no doubt that Tiberius piqued their interests. As he motioned for them to follow, they quickly did so. Tiberius led the two down to a large room full of wondrous light. Music echoed throughout the area and people danced away on a paneled floor that constantly changed colors. The boys felt some of their tension wash away as they took in the sight. Tiberius led them further in, encouraging them to follow him towards the bar. There, they were met by Sharon. She called the bartender and ordered some drinks. “Three more cocktails please,” she said. “One for my husband and two for the boys.”
“We shouldn’t…” the two said together.
“If you told me you’ve never drank alcohol underage, then I know you’re lying,” said Sharon. “Just drink! No one will care or know.”
“Yes, please! Join us!” Tiberius supported his wife.
James looked at Vincent and shrugged his shoulders. “Why the Hell not?” he asked. He sat down next to his aunt and downed the cocktail. James was happy to see Vincent do the same as he sat next to him.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” said Sharon with a smile. She called the bartender once more. “Two more please! These boys are thirsty!”
“So uncle, you just drink and go clubbing in your own hotel every night?” James asked.
“Why not? It’s my hotel, I can do what I want!” said Tiberius. “As long as I wake up in the morning ready to do my job, there’s no need to stop this.”
“Your uncle and I are a lot less conservative than your father,” Sharon said with a smile. There was a slight flush on her cheeks that suggested she was buzzed. “We might be getting old, but we’re still young at heart. Why do you think we don’t have kids?”
“Speaking of being young, dancing is part of being young,” said Tiberius. “Get on that dance floor and show us what you got.”
“We’d really…rather not,” Vincent said a little embarrassed.
“You’re not leaving this club until you do,” Tiberius threatened lightly. “So if you want some sleep, you best get moving.”
“Hah…” James sighed. He stood up and made his way to the dance floor. He looked back to motion Vincent to follow him. James scanned the perimeter until he noticed a lone girl about his age not too far away. As he approached her, James bowed and smiled. “Pardon me, miss, would you care to dance?” he asked.
“Y-you’re Young Master Sorrowsworn, correct?” she backed off with a blush. “I couldn’t possibly. I’m not worthy…”
James smiled at her and looked once more at Vincent. He nudged his head to motion Vincent over. “Then if not with me, how about my friend?” James asked.
“I… I can do that… he’s… not as intimidating,” she answered.
Vincent took her hand and led her to the dance floor. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“I-I’m Kate,” she said. She smiled as they waltzed away on the dance floor. The crowd made room for them as James noticed that the DJ even changed the music to a slower pace. Unlike everyone else, Vincent danced with Kate in a very classical way. It caught all the people’s attention compared to their modern dirty dancing. James even noticed how the paneled floor narrowed itself down to one color as they danced. People were applauding the two, and James couldn’t help but smile at how happy Kate looked. He was startled when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder.
“It’s not what I expected, but I guess I can let you out,” said Tiberius. “Miss Sinclair and Vincent are really turning some heads.”
“Miss Sinclair?” James asked as to why he referred to Kate so formally.
“Kate Sinclair belongs to a wealthy family from the east. Massachusetts, to be more specific,” said Tiberius. “She comes here often with her family when it’s summer. She will be attending law school at Yale, though she got accepted into Stanford and Harvard as well.”
“Wow…” said James. “Here I thought she was just a typical girl. Last time I checked, I think Vince is going to Stanford. I never did pay attention to his major though.”
“What about you? Did you have plans for college?” Tiberius asked.
“No, not a one,” answered James. “Sorrowsworn academy taught at a college level, so once I graduated, I was just planning to join in on the family business.”
“Was that really what you wanted to do, or are you doing it because it’s convenient?” Tiberius asked as he punched James on the side of the shoulder.
James smiled. “I think you know the answer,” he snickered. “Though with my mom making the decision for me, I don’t think I have much of a choice anymore.”
“We’ll change all that once we put an end to your mother,” Tiberius said with a smile of his own. “For now, let’s let Vincent finish his dance. I have a few more things to show you while the night’s still young.”
The two sat at the bar as Vincent continued to dance with Kate. They went on for several minutes more with the crowd backing them up. James noticed the smile on Vincent’s face. He also noticed the similar one Kate had. Though he couldn’t say much about her, he knew Vincent only smiled the way he was smiling now when he was genuinely happy. The dance came to an end with Vincent and Kate posing at the center of the dance floor as the music stopped. The silence quickly disappeared as a cheer erupted from the crowd. James joined in, applauding his friend alongside his uncle and aunt. With Tiberius standing up, he quickly followed. They approached Vincent who was still talking with Kate. “It’s a deal,” James managed to catch Vincent’s words as Kate walked away. The music started anew and the dance floor lit up once more as crowds of people continued to move.
“What’s a deal?” James asked his friend.
“We’re going to dance again tomorrow,” said Vincent. “And every night after that for as long as she stays here.”
“Wow, good for you!” James congratulated Vincent. They looked to his uncle for what he had planned next.
“How interested are you in magic?” Tiberius asked.
“Interested enough,” said James. He looked to see Vincent nod his head in approval.
“Perfect! Follow me!” said Tiberius. For the next set of hours, he toured the two young gentlemen around the hotel. He was delighted to see the joy on their eyes as they watched a magic act. That however, was just one of many events they viewed. They went to watch a few short plays as well as a few dance performances. They even rocked out in the music area as a few local bands did some impressions on songs. Tiberius knew he was spoiling them with fun, but he wanted to make sure that they would not be weighed down by the day’s work. He thought no better way to motivate them than to give them something to look forward to every night. “There’s one more thing I want to show you boys,” Tiberius yelled as the final band finished up with the last moments of their song.
“What is it?” James asked as the music died down and people cheered.
“It’s a surprise,” answered Tiberius. “Follow me and find out.”
“Alright,” said the boys. Tiberius led them down another hall where they started to hear cheering. It was faint, but as they approached the large opening in the hall, it began to increase exponentially. When they reached the archway, James saw hundreds of people cheering. The archway was an entrance into a set of bleachers. From where it was positioned, they stood at the top and were able to gaze down below. The room was circular in shape with bleachers leading all the way down to an area in the middle where people stood rather than sat. In the middle of this mob was an octagon. “Woah…” they said.
“Welcome to the arena,” said Tiberius. “In the morning, it’s a place where you do practice matches with local fighters after a bit of training in the gyms. We have a small group of fighters here that love to fight every night. And it’s at night when things liven up. Those practice matches become a thing of the past. Once you enter that ring, you best be set on winning. Even if there isn’t a world class fight going on, you can guarantee that there will always be entertainment in this arena every night. It’s ten o’clock now, so that leaves three more fights. Would you two care to watch?”
“You bet,” Vincent spoke even before James could.
“Perfect! I’ve got a nice set of seats reserved near the octagon. I had Sharon get them,” Tiberius admitted. “She loves violence.”
“What are we waiting for?” James asked. The three of them hurried down and took their seats. Everyone was pumped as each fighter’s entrance theme roared through the arena. The first fight was between two men. They slugged it out for all three rounds, getting nowhere and resulting in the judges choosing who the winner was by decision. Even so, it was a fairly entertaining fight. The next fight was between two women. This one ended much faster and was much more exciting. One of them was significantly more agile and she managed to grapple her opponent into submission with a triangle choke within two minutes of the first round. “Yeah!” James cheered with the rest of the crowd. He stood from where he sat and raised his hands into the air with the mob.
“If you think that’s exciting, wait until what’s up next,” said Tiberius.
“What do you mean?” asked Vincent.
“The last fight is always an exhibition of skill,” said Sharon. “In order to keep people entertained with local talent, we always raise the stakes of the last match to make sure the night ends with a bang.”
“Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer spoke into the microphone. “Have we got the ultimate final match for you tonight! It will be a two vs. one! There will be no rounds! It ends when one side can no longer continue!”
“What?!” James said with an ear to ear grin. “That has to be illegal!”
“Not at all,” said Tiberius. “We make sure that the locals are comfortable with the scenarios. So if they say no, we come up with a different one. If you get the consent of the fighter, then it is by no means illegal.”
“In this corner, the local champs of the hotel! Mark Mendoza and Claire Cassidy!” the announcer yelled to the thunderous crowd. The two fighters walked out of their entrance with a confident smile and fierce determination. The entire arena was in an uproar. “And who would be brave enough to challenge these two undefeated titans of †˜The Shard?’ It would have to be someone who has the heart of a lion. A fighter of unmatched skill. A monster trapped inside a human body!”
“Yeah!” the three men yelled alongside the crowd as Sharon simply shook her head with a smile.
“Let me introduce to you, their opponent,” yelled the announcer. “She is a demon from the Sorrowsworn Estate. A beast who they claim Hell itself could not hold. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Reimi Walters!”
“What?!” James and Vincent yelled in unison as they looked down the opposite entrance. There, Reimi stood with a fierce expression. Her hair was tied in two braided pigtails. She wore a pair of loose black and grey shorts and black and grey gloves. Her sports bra was also grey. James and Vincent continued to wrap their heads around the situation as Reimi walked down and entered the octagon with her two opponents.
“I thought you two would react like that,” Tiberius laughed. “Miss Walters more than happily volunteered and even said that she won’t get hit. Let’s see if she’s all talk.”
“Combatants, are you ready?!” the announcer asked as all three of them put on their mouth guards. “FIGHT!!!!!!”
“GO! REIMI!!!” the boys cheered as loud as they could.
Reimi stole a quick glance at James and Vincent before turning her attention to the two in front of her. Claire came in strong with a set of kicks which she effortlessly avoided. She noticed Mark was keeping his distance. It seemed they were being cautious to prevent any friendly fire just in case Reimi tried to redirect their hits towards each other. When he believed there was an opening, Mark threw a few punches at Reimi. She zipped left and right, avoiding them all before jumping to avoid a sweep from Claire. When her feet made contact with the ground, Reimi avoided another punch from Mark before shoving her elbow into his abdomen and shuffling her legs to kick and knock Claire off balance after her sweep. As one of her opponents recovered her balance while the other inspected himself for damage, Reimi eyed both of them with a smirk. She stuck her arms out and taunted them to attack her much to the crowd’s pleasure. They did so, throwing a flurry of blows at her direction. Reimi danced around most of them, blocking the ones that she could not avoid. When she found an opening, she ducked under Claire’s fist and delivered a powerful jab straight towards Mark’s liver, knocking him down to the floor on his back. She caught Claire throwing another punch towards her at the corner of her eye. Reimi swiveled her body and narrowly avoided her punch. It put her in an advantageous position, and she stepped forward and delivered an uppercut right into Claire’s chin. Claire’s eyes glazed over as she fell to the ground just as Mark got back up. Reimi took the time to look at Claire and make sure she was knocked out while Mark struggled to get up. When she was certain, she returned her attention to the mostly recovered fighter that stood before her. Now it was her turn to attack. Reimi assaulted her opponent with an onslaught of hits. Though he managed to block most, he still took a good chunk of the beating. She smiled at his every attempt to counter her assault, toying with her helpless pray at this point. The cheer of the crowd urged her to prolong the fight for a bit longer just for a little extra entertainment. When it was finally time to end it, she let Mark throw a punch which she intercepted with her leg. She wrapped her leg around his arm and jumped off of her other, twisting around in the air before landing on the ground with her opponent who was now in an arm bar. Even with all his rebelliousness, Mark finally submitted and tapped out after ten seconds or so. Reimi stood up and acknowledged the crowd with her fist.
“And the winner is: The demon from Sorrowsworn Estate! Reimi Walters!” the announcer struggled to scream over the maddening crowd who had never seen such a spectacle. It could only have been rivaled by an actual professional fight.
“Yeah, Reimi!” Vincent yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Yeah!” James joined in. As he watched Reimi cheer, he couldn’t help but feel a little turned on. For some odd reason, watching her kick ass just made her so much hotter to James. There was something about her confidence and strength that was just like catnip to him. Hell, James knew that it wasn’t just him. He was certain plenty of men found Reimi hot after the display she just showcased. With the cheering dying down, they stayed for the final words of the announcer before exiting the arena. “That was amazing! Reimi’s amazing!” James exclaimed.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” said Tiberius. “Now I suggest we all head to bed since it’s just a little bit after eleven. You start at eight tomorrow, understood?”
“Yes,” said James and Vincent. James noticed Reimi walk out through another hallway near the octagon as they reached the exit. “Hang on, guys,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I want to take a look at something before I go to sleep.
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Reimi undid her braids before she took off her top and wrapped a towel around herself to hide her breasts. She did it just in time as she saw James enter the locker room. She blushed both in embarrassment and anger. “What the hell did I tell you about randomly walking into places?!” she charged James and pinned him against the wall.
“Calm down!” said James. “I just came to congratulate you in person.”
“It looked more like you were trying to catch a peek,” said Reimi.
“I wasn’t,” said James. He couldn’t help but stare at her sweaty body. He could see her muscles ripple with every deep breath. It only made sense that she was a little tired after her fight. Reimi was producing a smell that just made James’ libido spike. It was a mixture of perfume and her natural scent. “Anyway, good job. That’s all, I promise. Now if you’ll let me go, I’ll head to bed.”
“Tsk, pathetic,” said Reimi as she let James go. She watched him walk towards the exit with a little disappointment. Reimi sighed, letting out as much air as she could to express her disappointment. She looked at James once more and spoke. “Thank you for congratulating me,” she said. “Would you… like a reward?”
“What?” Reimi’s question caught James’ attention. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t make me say it again!” she snapped. “Do you want a reward for congratulating me? I can take a shower with you. If… if you want.”
“Do you honestly expect me to say †˜no’ to you?” James asked.
“I’m not hearing a yes…” Reimi blushed.
“Yes, Miss Walters, I’d be glad to take a shower with you,” James clarified.
“Then get over here,” Reimi ordered.
James did so, returning to her with a smile on his face. The moment he was within arm’s reach, Reimi pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. It was a kiss packed with power and emphasis, causing his body to weaken a little as she licked at his lips to get him to open his mouth. When he did, James played with Reimi’s tongue for less than an instant before she broke the kiss. Reimi walked away and disappeared around the corner of some lockers as James stood in place speechless. Her arm popped up from around the corner and she crooked a finger at him, luring him to follow her into the showers before disappearing again. James hurriedly made his way to the corner and ran towards the showers. As he entered, he felt someone grab the back of his clothes from beside the entrance. His vision disappeared as a cloth was placed over his eyes. “What?” James questioned before he felt all his clothes being removed one piece at a time. The anticipation was making his rod hard at an alarming rate. By the time he was completely naked, it stood at full attention.
“Aren’t we eager?” Reimi teased.
“Do I really need this towel?” James asked. He felt a sting on his left cheek as it was hit by something. It felt a little too artificial to be Reimi’s hand.
“Do you know what that was?” she asked as she pushed and led James to one of the many shower heads. She turned on the water, cleansing their bodies of the long day’s dirt.
“No,” said James. He refrained from asking anymore questions out of fear of being hit again. Instead of being angry, he wondered why this was just making him hornier.
“I’ll give you a hint,” said Reimi.
James felt the foreign object rub against his face. She dragged it slowly underneath his nose, giving him a good whiff. The smell was like a powerful drug. James felt himself grow more and more restless with every inhale. “It’s the towel… the towel you had around your breasts,” he answered.
“Good,” said Reimi. She took hold of James head and pushed it against her chest. “Here’s a reward for guessing. If you so much as lick… Ah!”
James ignored her words and stuck his tongue out towards one of her nipples. He readied himself for the inevitable beating to come, but was surprised when it did not. Instead, he just heard deep breathing and felt Reimi’s grip tighten. Taking a gamble, he licked at her nipple again and elicited another moan. James became bolder, readjusting so that he could take a nipple in his mouth. The firmness of Reimi’s mound was unlike anything he had felt. Whereas Charlotte’s were soft and invited him, hers resisted. James sucked away at her nipple, taking advantage of the moment Reimi allowed him. A bevy of lovable noises continued to exit her as he toiled away. After a little while, James adjusted again and opted to play with her other breast. He was surprised when he felt Reimi forcefully push him down to his knees. He heard a thud as if wet fabric had been thrown onto the shower floor. He could only assume that it was the lower half of Reimi’s clothing which she had yet to remove. James became infinitely harder as he felt a soft sensation on his face. It was accompanied by a pleasant womanly odor.
“Consider yourself lucky,” said Reimi as she pressed her womanhood against James. She took hold of the back of his head, forcing his lips to touch her lower ones.
James nuzzled into her pussy, kissing and tonguing away at her folds. Reimi’s juices tasted absolutely delicious. If there was such a thing as an elixir for the Gods, this had to be it. With each lap at her flesh, James only grew more eager. With each drop that touched his tongue, he poured more effort into extracting more. His ears were being drowned by her noises of satisfaction. The only thing that could have made the situation better was if he could see. But even with his expert attempt, James wondered why Reimi had yet to orgasm. He had been eating her out for several minutes with no sign of a peak.
“That’s enough,” Reimi finally spoke after a few more minutes.
“But… you didn’t even come,” said James.
“An amateur like you can’t make me come,” said Reimi.
Her comment irritated James to no end. He ripped off the towel and stood up in an attempt to subdue her. Just as he did so, Reimi took hold of his arm and twisted it so that his back was towards her. It happened so fast that he still couldn’t get a good look at her fully naked form. She pulled up a little, causing intense pain to course through his body. “Shit!” James winced. “I’m sorry!”
“Up against the wall,” Reimi said demandingly as she forced James to lean against the drenched wall. She reached up and adjusted the showerhead so that it continued to cover them in water. “You didn’t listen to what I said. You’re a serious glutton for punishment.”
“What do you…” James stopped mid-sentence as he felt Reimi’s free hand wrap around his member. She began to pump his shaft, causing scores of pleasure to ripple through him. “Oh… God!”
“I bet you’re dying to see what I look like,” Reimi whispered into James’ ear. She started to plant kisses down his neck and back. “Too bad you screwed up. And to think I was going to finally let you see today.”
“Ugh! I bet you’re lying,” James grunted at Reimi’s tight hold on his helpless arm. He used his other arm as a cushion against the wall. James took panicked deep breaths as he felt his orgasm nearing after just a few strokes from Reimi. She loosened her grip on the way up and tightened it immediately on the way down. With every tug, James felt his sanity slowly slip away as he struggled not to come.
“Am I?” she whispered tauntingly before pushing her body against his.
James let out a disgruntled sigh as he felt Reimi’s breasts push into his back. Her nipples buried themselves into his flesh, causing him to close his eyes and imagine terrible things to prevent himself from exploding. He felt her muscular stomach push against his lower back, her hourglass abs dancing on his skin as she grinded against him. At this point, James knew he wasn’t going to win. “Shit…” he cursed in defeat before relaxing the tense muscles that kept him from coming. James emptied the contents of his over stimulated shaft directly at the wall. One plume of cum exited right after the other for what seemed like an eternity. He always came an excessive amount every time Reimi made him orgasm. When he was finally done, Reimi let go of his hand. He felt completely drained as he kneeled against the wall. Reimi turned him around in his exhausted state. What he saw made him believe that he could die happy. For an instant, he saw a genuine smile on Reimi as she stood before him naked. She quickly put her hand over his eyes to prevent him from seeing more. He felt her lips make contact with his before he blacked out from exhaustion.
Reimi smiled confidently after she broke the kiss. Though she knew she now had to drag him upstairs, she was happy with her work. She leaned in and kissed the unconscious James on the lips once more. “Goodnight, Young Master.”
