The next morning I had just collected my first cup of coffee and was adding cream to it when the doorbell rang. So hoping I wouldn’t shock anyone with my dirty jeans and Iron Maiden Tour shirt I walked to the door.

Rosie stood there, dressed in gray yoga pants and a matching t-shirt with the logo of a sports marketing company on it. “Hi, glad to see I made it before the truck did.” She said and walked inside.

“Can I offer you some coffee?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if she picked those pants because of the way they clung to her ass, but I certainly wasn’t going to argue about the view. I tried not to be obnoxious about it.

“Yes please.” She answered and followed me to the kitchen. “I really didn’t know what to expect when I thought of where you might live but I have to give you credit for the choice.” She said as I poured her a cup and pulled out the cream, she took the container and added some.

“Thanks, I have to admit it’s as close to a dream home as I’ll likely see. I’ve always had a love for art deco and the funky elements of its architecture.” I replied and took a long swallow. Now noticing the v cut of her shirt, hey work with me it was morning.

“A cool choice, which room do I get to pick as mine?”

“??” is the closest I could come to a verbal answer.

“They didn’t mention me being a live in?” She said with a grin.

“It never came up, all of this is kind of new.” I answered.

“Well I’m sure I could keep my room at…”

“It’s all good, I’m not adverse to the idea, it's just a surprise.” I answered. Wondering how this was going to work. She turned and my eyes worked up her body. “Let’s not get all Weinstein here.” I thought idly. I never saw myself as the kind of guy who would take advantage of this sort of situation, on the other hand there is a dark side to us all.

I looked to the ceiling. “We know the drill, lead me not into temptation, it's pretty clear I know all the shortcuts.” I thought as Rosie walked to the front of the house.

“Trucks here.” She said, I walked up front and saw the large trailer backing in the driveway.

“Don’t panic, like a quarter of it is mine.” I said as the vehicle stopped and my two friends from earlier stepped out.

So after opening the front door and the garage they came in and began unloading my life's possessions. All my old furniture to the basement studio, bookshelves and such upstairs etc.

The majority of it was boxes of books, cd’s and other media. Add in some dishes and other items and in the space of about two hours everything was unloaded.

“All the books in that box go on the top shelf.” I told Rosie as I began unloading my movie collection.

“Okay a lot of vampire stuff here.” Rosie said as she put the books away and looked over each one as she slotted one each one on a shelf. “Got a taste for blood?”

“Not really. I just find I love the blessing curse of immortality and powers mixed with the

price you pay for it.” I replied.

“A give and take game?” Rosie chuckled.

“What’s a story without the hero being in some kind of peril, whether it’s physical or moral?”

“Okay I can see that, conflict is the key to any good story. So what’s your conflict?” Rosie asked as she put a few more books up.

“Eh?”

“All lives are stories, what’s your conflict?”

“Trying to learn all the boss's secrets?”

“I’m your servant, knowing what I can protect you from will likely be part of my job.”

“Hate to break your heart, but most of my conflict is internal, like any other artist, we’re always fighting to find our dreams and not rejecting them.”

“Why would you do that?”

“We all have our stories and dreams, but the question as to what will work with an

audience or even just as a form of storytelling always dogs us. Imposter syndrome and wondering what other person would be lunatic to read my madness.” I answered.

“Makes sense, I’ve known a few creatives, a lot of them seemed oddly unbalanced but in a good way.”

“True, oh did I mention the issues with depression? Kind of a thing.” I said with a smile.

“Note made.” She answered and smiled prettily. “So what kind of food do you like?”

“Changing the subject?”

“To a degree, but I notice along with a handful of pharmaceuticals a good meal often helps people get over the worst elements of their issues.”

“I’m fond of Italian food, chinese, indian, etc, all the usual American staples as well.”

“Excellent, well I am done with this box if you don’t mind I am going to the market to see what I can make for dinner.”

“You’re a cook as well?”

“So many skills. You’ll find out.” She chuckled and walked to the front door.

I tried not to make my enjoyment of the view too obvious and got back to work.

Rosie was gone for some time so after I got done with putting away the media I went downstairs and resumed work on wiring up my studio. Making it so each instrument had its own stereo channel set up.

I was happily ensconced under a desk when someone kicked my foot gently.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour.” Rosie's muted voice said.

“Is it black tie?”

“No but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more after a shower.” She said with a chuckle.

I glanced at my watch, and then made sure to use just a half an hour to finish the wiring, then walked upstairs, stripped off my dirty clothes, showered and got clean for dinner. If someone is kind enough to cook for you it’s probably best to arrive looking like a reasonable human being.

The dining room table was made to seat six, there were two plates. I took a seat, and noticed Rosie had left a copy of one of my favorite Vampire books next to the plate meant for me.

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I was lost in it when Rosie reached over me and began spooning out rice and an amazing smelling dish. “There you go sir, Chicken Korma, with Naan and Samosas.”

“Seriously?” I replied. “I figured it would be mac and cheese with hot dogs.

“I’m saving that for Fridays, now enjoy.”

And I did, I’m not a connoisseur but good food is hard to ignore and Rosie clearly knew how to cook.

“So what time do you usually go to bed?” Rosie asked.

“Usually around Midnight I figured I would get some writing done and call it a night.”

“Excellent, anything you need during the evening.” She asked as she finished the last bite on her plate.

“Two fingers of Bushmills in a glass with a piece of ice and a big glass of water.” I replied as I kept working through the meal.

“Not planning on getting wasted?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Not really, being wasted is a situational thing for me, not a lifestyle.”

“I knew I was going to the right house.”

I was upstairs in what I thought of as my office working through to putting the first words on a page. IT’s a ritual. I open a document, then mess around on social media and then make a playlist of the music I think will work best for me.

I had just put the last song in the playlist when Rosie appeared and put a glass of Irish whiskey and a glass of water next to me. To my surprise she put it on the left side. I’m weirdly ambidextrous. I throw right handed but write left handed, I’m primarily left handed but some things I do right.

“Thank you. Gonna call it a night?” I asked.

“I had plans for the evening, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, anything interesting?”

“I like to think so, I'll let you decide. Now get to work.” She said and bumped the chair with a hip to push me closer to my desk.

“I could get to like this lady.” I thought and set to work.

It’s a race for me. Can I get to the last words I want on a page before I finish the last sip of my whiskey. Today the words ran out before the whiskey did.

So I went to my room and stripped down for the night, setting the last of my drink on the nightstand, then shutting off the light and getting ready for sleep.

I had gotten comfortable under the covers and was slowly trying to wind my mind down for the night when I saw a shadow at the door.

A very shapely shadow.

Rosie came in and lifted the covers, then slid under them. I could see stockings and a garter belt in the dim light. “Uh..”

“Shhh.” She said and ran her hands along my back. The touch was soothing and gentle.

“For the record this is not a job responsibility.” I said. Caught between a primal desire, and my need to make sure I wasn’t in some way using my relative position of power as a lever to get what I had pretty much wanted since yesterday.

“I figured. It’s part of why I like you.” Rosie answered and ran her hand around my front grasping the part of me that is most a mister. “Hmmm seems like part of you doesn’t mind company.”

“I don’t mind company at all, it’s just.”

“You don’t want to take advantage of lil ole me?” She said with a chuckle.

“Pretty much, I am technically your boss.” Her hand was sliding along the length of me, let’s just add a world of manual dexterity to her now staggering list of skills.

“True, and if I felt you were taking advantage of me in any way I didn’t want I would walk out the door so fast it might leave a sonic boom.” She said as I turned over to face her, her hand resumed its travels.

“Good, feel free to keep me honest.” I said and lowered my mouth to her neck kissing gently and heading lower.

“Oh I will.” She gasped as my mouth found a nipple and licked it, my hands moved across her tummy and down. To my utter lack of surprise my hand found her bare hot and well and truly aroused.

“Have you been thinking naughty thoughts?” I asked and then kissed down her tummy.

“Define naughty.” She said and her hands found my head.

“How about sexy time thoughts?”

“Only all day, I should warn you.”

I was kissing lower and stuck a tongue in her belly button. She giggled. “Warn me of what?”

“I might be hypersexual.”

“Oh dear, whatever will I do?” I asked and kissed lower.

“I think you have a good idea going.” She said and I kissed her thigh then back up higher again.

There’s something about scent, in my case feminine that overrides the rational mind and sends impulses straight to the glands. It’s been an addiction of mine since I was about 14 and had my first experience in a tent with a lady outside her folks home.

Taste also. She had a warm funky musky taste. Her sex was flowered open and I couldn’t pull myself away from it. My tongue moved up and down her length as I pressed a finger inside.

“Ohh god yes.” Rosie growled in response. Her hips grinding up at me, her fingers gripping my head to pull me deeper.

I loved the feeling of her insides as I groaned and ground my hips into the mattress. My finger tickled her insides and she laughed. “Oh god I should warn you if you keep doing that this could get messy.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I replied then resumed my efforts.

“One second.” She pushed me back then moved the comforter under her. “Okay, get back to work.”

“As you command.” I replied. And dug right back in. I am always amused at people who think performing oral as something to be ashamed of or viewing it as a submissive act. First off I don’t see any shame at all in pleasing someone, and let’s be honest there’s no such thing as a woman more willing than one who just got off.

And if you think being down there happily working away is submissive just wait till you get to the height of arousal and they stop. Whose in charge now? And also there’s a wonderfully addictive feeling that goes hand in hand with feeling someone reacting to you with any small movement of your tongue or fingers as if their whole soul depended on the next movement you might make.

It’s an addiction and one I have no intention of getting rid of.

I could feel Rosie’s whole body tighten up like a spring, and then worked her insides a bit more. She ground at me and then released. I could feel her insides quiver and shake and got my face out of the way as her body kicked out a spray of fluid.

It wasn’t the first time I had seen a woman do that, not in a long shot. But I always like to admire my work. Her body relaxed and then eventually she opened her eyes.

“I think you might have to work very hard to get me to walk to the front door.” She said with a lazy grin.

“Oh good, I live for good reviews.” I said and kissed up her body. My mouth finding a nipple, she gently pushed my mouth away.

“Sorry, I'm still too sensitive.” She said and her hand found my hardness. “This seems like it needs some attention.”

“Yeah but at this rate he might not last long.” I said with a chuckle.

“How do you want me?” Rosie asked. My eyes had adjusted enough to see her warm smile.

“Get on all fours. I’ve been wanting to see that pretty ass since you walked in this morning.” I replied.

She rolled over onto her tummy and lifted herself up. “Feel free to use me. After that I figure it's only fair.”

I moved behind her and admired the view, my hands grasping her and then smacking her ass. “Again.” I slapped her ass harder as I felt myself drawn to her and ran my length along her.

“Are you teasing me?” She asked.

I adjusted myself and pressed hard, a primal part of myself in full play. “How’s that?” I asked and slid in hard.

“Perfect, now keep slapping my ass. I want to remember this when I sit down tomorrow.” She gasped as I slammed into her harder and smacked her ass.

She pushed back at me and I rocked hard into her. I could smell her arousal as I took her and I loved the feel of her along me. Rippling and gripping as I growled in her ear. “I think that was made for me.”

“Take what’s yours.” She groaned and I slammed faster, my need eclipsing any rational thought. My hand smacking that pretty ass as I drove into her with a ferocity I hadn’t felt in some time.

The tingles were building and I could feel myself swell. “You’re gonna make me do it, are you ready for it?”

“Do it! God damn it I want to feel it!!” She almost shouted and I grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her onto me as Ithrust forward viciously and deeply. Feeling myself pulse in her as I gasped.

I almost collapsed. A feeling of relief that was so deep it felt like I was in a way filling her with not just me fluids but myself. For a brief moment I wondered if my soul was taking a trip and not taking the rest of me with it.

I leaned down and turned her head and kissed her deeply. Her tongue dueling mine. “I taste good on you.” She said as I pulled back and fell over pulling her to me.

She pressed herself into me. “So now what?” I asked.

“I was thinking, a good night's sleep unless one of us wakes up in a mood.” Rosie said as her hand pulled mine to a breast.

“I just might at this rate, but tomorrow?”

“I’m your servant, ask and you will receive.”