Rain again! I'm so sick of spring rain. When are the sunny days going to come?

I'm
running out of cosy clothes for rainy days- that reminds me I have to go to the cleaners- plus, I
would like to change my panoramic view at the office because I find it depressing. It's bad
enough that I have to work in a bank all day, so some sun would be nice for a change. The sub is
crowded, so I have to stand and hold on to the handles because I tend to fall a lot. I'm not exactly
what you call a steady person. In addition, I don't look like a presentable corporate woman, even
though I try hard to dress up in these formal suits, I fail every time because of my wrinkled
shirts and my fuddled walk in the high-heel shoes.
I finally get off the sub and head down May Street. My umbrella is not helping because
my shoes are soaked all the way to my toes- damn shoes! - . Here's the bank- the bank where
I've been working as a clerk for more than three years. The building is intimidatingly tall and
I've never gotten used to it. I should get inside, the rain is getting worse. As I try to walk on the
marble steps, I trip not very gracefully and someone in the back catches me before I fall on my
face. I see two big hands covered by beautiful black gloves grabbing me by the waist and
repositioning me in vertical form. I turn to see the hero and my eyes catch a glimpse on this
serious, all black-clothed man. His smirk makes me feel embarrassed.
“Are you OK, miss?” his voice makes him more realistic because up until now I thought
I was in some sort of cheesy movie.
“Yes. I'm fine, now. Thank you!” he picks up my umbrella too and he hands it to me as
I'm trying to fix my hair.
“These marble steps are really slippery when they're wet. You should be more careful
next time.” next time?
“I... I will. You should be careful too, sir.” although, judging by his posture, I think he
could remain steady on his feet while suspended on a cloud.
“Please, let me help you get inside.” he offers me his arm and I hesitate for a second but
then, as I look over to the drenched marble stone of the eight steps left, I reconsider and hold on
tight to him. We get to the door, which he opens for me and I easily slip inside with small steps,
afraid of committing another humiliating move. I turn to look at him one more time.
“Thank you again, sir.” before I can go to my office, he grabs my hand and I feel the cold
black glove.
“You're welcome, miss... excuse me, I didn't get your name.” my name, why would want
to know my name? I work at a bank, the name will be on my badge anyway.
“Do you need any assistance?” I figure I might as well start with my first heroic
customer.
“Assistance?”
“Well, you're in a bank. I work here. I can help you right away, sir... and since you were
so kind there, I could get right on showing my appreciation by assisting you with any need you
may have at our bank.” I sound so robotic. Is this how I always sound behind that dull desk?
“Oh! That sounds very helpful but I was actually wondering if you needed any help
going down those stairs when you get out.” the corner of his straight-lined lips curves just a little
bit.
“The weather channel said the rain was going to stop before noon.”
“I'm sure the weather channel's always right.” he smirks again. Does he think I'm some
kind of pathetic credulous woman?
“I was just saying... that I probably won't need any help.” his face matches his black coat
now.
“I will be waiting anyway, just to make sure the bank doesn't have to pay your
hospitalization in the future.”
“The bank would be happy to pay!” I raise my eyebrows keeping my shoulders high as I
put my hands automatically on my hips.
“And I would be happy to safely take you home when you get off work, miss.” he pulls
me closer and his eyes thrust.
“Sir...”
“I would also like to know about your financing options.” he continues.
“I can give you information about that right now.” What is wrong with him? He just met
me and I'm sure I didn't make a very good first impression.
“If you insist on giving it to me right now...” there's the double entendre again. I must be
making this stuff up in my mind. In fact, I have had quite some time without any male existence
in my life, so maybe that's why all this flirting feels new to me.
“Please, follow me to my office.” I try to keep a formal tone as I take off my coat. We get
to the desk.
“I have to make a substantial deposit in my aunt's account.” he sits while I listen closely
and look into his personal account to discover he's got more than a substantial amount. I put the
badge on, distracting him as he reads my name.
“Well, miss … Danielle. It was nice doing business with you!”
“Likewise, mister Burges! Please, come again, soon.” I shake his hand and his discreet
smirk reappears.
“I will.” this one was my fault.

Work takes its course in a more natural way after I start forgetting about the strange
incident from this morning. It's almost time for lunch and I have to admit I'm starving. I take my
purse and go out to grab a bite from Simon's. Finally, the rain almost stopped and I no longer
have to take my umbrella. I go right and, just then, I'm startled by the black gloves again as they
take my hand.
“Going out for lunch, miss Danielle?” I'm out of breath. “May I join you? I'm famished.”
he looks into my eyes.
“Mister Burges...” he covers my mouth and the gloves feel so soft on my lips.
“Call me John! And let's go, I know a really good place.” I decide to let him lead the way
and we stop after just five minutes of walking. I look at the sign and it says “The Tower Hotel”.
“This is a hotel.”
“Very perspicacious!” he winks. “I got a really beautiful room upstairs and some nice
room service. I thought you may want to take a nap before heading back to the office.” Do men
do this? Have I been on the bench for too long?
“Sir... I mean, John. This is nice but I can't go into a hotel room with you.”
“Why not, what rules are there to forbid you from eating with me in the penthouse?” he
waits for three seconds while I have no answer and then he grabs my waist to push me in the
hotel lobby.
I've never been in here before. It's a five-star hotel, that's obvious. John goes to the
reception where the concierge kindly gives him a nice key. We get into an elevator and a young
boy in an impeccable uniform pushes the last button on the panel. We arrive to the 22 nd floor and
as we get out, the elevator doors close. John grabs my hand- he still hasn't taken off his black
gloves- and he leads me to the penthouse suite. He opens the door to let me in. As I plan to place
myself somewhere safe, far from him, John stops me.
“I should get you out of these office clothes, miss Danielle.” I freeze while he takes off
my coat and my jacket. My white shirt is wrinkled, so I try to fix it. He embraces me before I
can do anything. “We should take this off too.” I try to protest but his covered fingers are
unstoppable as he undresses me, forcing me to lift my arms. When I'm out of my shirt he looks
at my breast through the lace bra. My first reaction is to cover myself with my hands, not a
chance, as he holds them opened. I'm trying to resist, thinking this is all crazy but before I can
rationalize anything, he throws me on the huge bed. He turns me over to unhook my bra and he
uses it to tie my hands to the metal headboard. The feeling is invigorating and it all turns into
pleasure impulses going all the way through my body. He checks the knot. I feel my hands
tightly bound to the headboard.
“You're the sexiest tied up clerk I've ever seen.” He takes off his black clothes as he licks
his lips in anticipation. I move my hips in response because my flaming blood is warming up all
my extremities- including my toes-. I can't believe what this stranger is doing to me. I turn to see
his face. He's unzipping his linen black pants and letting his hard on escape. My legs part with
desire and then I see that he's kept his black gloves on. His touch surprises my hardened nipples
and the cold gloves make my skin more sensitive to the contact. He traps my nipples sucking
them hard and making me grimace. Ah, it's been a while! His fingers go through my curly hair
and it tickles wonderfully. His other hand is all over my pubic bone. He easily takes off my pants
to caress my thighs. The unfamiliar sensation from his black gloves gives me chills and he
discovers my trepidations. As he goes down to my clitoris, I stretch my behind and lift it up to
meet with his fingers. No fingerprints! I'm starting to get used to the soft cold fabric of the
gloves just as he assaults my mouth with two fingers.
“Suck on them, beautiful!” my mouth has plenty of saliva by now and I begin engulfing
the black leather with suction motions like a thirsty animal. He pushes his fingers deeper up to
the point where I can't bare it anymore. His fingers escape from my tired mouth and go all the
way down to my navel crawling lower to my labia. He parts the walls of my vagina to explore
my viscous insides. The saliva helps with the friction and he can slowly sink in more and more.
“Ah!” I can't keep quiet anymore.
“That's it, miss Danielle! Scream! I want to hear you! I've wanted to do this to you from
the moment I caught you on those steps.” and he goes faster in me. His movements are
heavenly enjoyable, I feel my orgasm closer and closer. I'm all spread facing his violent thrusts
while his delectable eyes watch me nervously. He slows down and I'm impatient. His wicked
look is hypnotizing and distracting but I can feel him going to my anus and gently tickling that
region. He sucks his pinky and goes back between my but cheeks. My anus is all moist from my
dripping vagina and his wet pinky slides in easily.
“Mm!” it's all pleasure! No fingerprints. His pinky is going in and out while his other
two fingers return into my vagina to form the most exalting experience. Then, I remember his
words “marble steps are really slippery when they're wet” and that ignites my body. The muscles
of my anus relax and all of his fingers go deeper. I'm close, I'm a volcano.
“You want to come, don't you? Oh, miss Danielle, if I had known how easily you fall
apart in my arms I would have come sooner to ask for your assistance.” his dirty talk is
empowering and I lavishly erupt with loud noises. He smiles devilishly and pulls my pelvis up to
penetrate me hard. Oh, this is so lively, I feel his erect phallus and the thick pulsing veins on it
just gushing in me, smiting my oily insides. He reaches for the night-stand to get a condom and
he unwraps it fast to put it on. As he's good to go, he turns me over again to make me face the
headboard where my hands are stranded. I push my buttock upward to show my eagerness and
he grabs my thighs to keep me steady. He suddenly spits between my legs aiming for the right
places. His warm saliva is leaking all over my anus and my labia. He spits one more time and
the sound is even more arousing. I feel so powerless with my hands immobilized but this
somehow augments my pleasure. In a heartbeat, he's in me. His strikes get more and more
intense, the pleasure is almost unbearable. I'm at the peak and my body diffuses in a million tiny
pieces of hedonistic cells. John goes faster and I feels his member pulsing and thickening.
“Oh, fuck!” he convulses as he comes so vividly into the condom and collapses over me.
All the fervour made me feel sleepy. I fall into a peaceful nap.
My eyes open and I jump to get my clothes. I must have slept for more than one hour, at
least that's how I feel. John is walking over to the balcony. His bottom half is covered by a white
fluffy towel and his hands are finally naked. I look for my clothes but I can't seem to find them.
“I hope you don't mind I sent your clothes to be ironed, I figured you wouldn't want to go
back to work looking like you've just been fucked hard.
“Yeah... thanks but that wasn't necessary. I really have to get going. How long have I
been out?”
“I think it's been half an hour, or so.” he's so calm.
“Oh, I'm not going to make it in time! Shit! Please get my clothes back, I have to get to
work.”
“You have plenty of time to get back. I will drive you there to make sure you won't be
late.”
“I have like only 5 minutes left.” the door opens and a nice lady brings my suit and my
shirt on a white coat hanger. They look new. I've never had them like this. I wrap myself in one
of the bed sheets and I take my clothes, rushing over to the bathroom to get dressed. I hear him
thanking the cleaning lady. He opens the bathroom door, lifts me up and takes me to the balcony.
The view of the entire city is spectacular, it's so grandiose that I forget about work for a moment.
John unleashes me from the bed sheet leaving me naked, exposed to the fresh, warm air of the
spring. I kiss him with a fervour desire and his tongue playfully entwines with mine. He takes
me over to one of the outdoor chairs on the balcony and sits on it waiting for me. I open my legs
to sit in his lap and take him inside. He's hard and he seems so willing as he clutches my behind
to help me move. I elevate myself on my toes and start making sweet motions, leaning back to
enjoy him more. I feel his warm hand now, caressing my belly and gliding over to my breasts to
press them smoothly. Oh, he's so deep! I exude and the sparks come quickly slowing down my
agitated moves. My clitoris crumbles and, at the same time, he pushes me away to slush all over,
making an angelical tumult. I look at him and I find it difficult to understand how this man
seduces me so easily. He seems wiped out from the intensity, so I leave right away, back into the
room, prepared to swish.
“Let me take you back!” he comes after me.
“You don't have to do that. I'm fine. I know my way back.” I get dressed as fast as I can, I
take my purse and head to the hall. He puts his firm hands on my arms to reassess me. His eyes
meet mine and we kiss.
“Thank you, miss Danielle, for this delightful afternoon!” he smiles.
“Good bye, mister Burges!” I know I'll never see him again. That's what usually happens.
My feet can't hold on anymore and I run to the elevator, leaving John in his towel.

I arrive ten minutes late and my co-workers eye me instantly. My hair must reveal it all
but somehow I don't care. I don't even care if Mona- the office blabber mouth- saw me. I go over
to my desk and continue working.

When I leave the bank, the sky is almost serene, so I happily close my umbrella to enjoy
what's left of the day. The sub is crowded again but I find a seat where my back can rest. I feel
little painful bats in my womb. This day was so surreal, my legs are like plastic and as I look at
my reflection in the window I see my lips have turned reddish. I look different.
Ah, home, at last! My cat greets me at the door with soft meows waiting for her usual
belly rub and a nice serving of fish. I bend to give her a light stroke and she follows me in the
bathroom. I get in the tub to take a well deserved shower while I retrace today's events. My skin
is sensitive at the smooth rub of the soap and it makes me smile. Who is this John Burges? What
kind of a man does this? Monday, when I get to work, I have to look him up in our files and find
out more about him. What does he do for a living? The amount in his personal account does
have a lot of zeros, so my curiosity rears it's ugly head. Oh, Dani, what the hell was up with you
today?
 I wrap myself in a towel and go over to the fridge to give Cloe her much expected fish
treat. She meows to show her impatience and I let her eat alone. I go over to the bed and get my
pyjamas. The cellphone vibrates. I look at the screen. I don't know the number.
“Hello!”
“Good evening, miss Danielle! How was your day?” his voice makes me inhale. “I hope
you arrived home safely, without tripping.” I smile and I'm sure he's smirking at the end of the
line.
“How did you get my number?”
“I have a lot of ways and resources to get whatever I want. Let's not talk about that. Tell
me about your day.”
“Well, today a strange thing happened. A gentleman saved me from tripping and falling
on my face.”
“What's strange about that?”
“Well, I thought he was a gentleman but you should hear what he did to me when I went
out for lunch.”
“Did he steal your lunch money?”
“No, he...” I giggle.
“What a nice sound, miss Danielle.” he exhales. “I wish I could do what that man did to
you this after-noon.” My cheeks are burning up. “I wish I could be able to touch you now, see
what you're wearing and undress you.”
“I'm wearing a towel.” I can't believe I just said that.
“That's perfect. The sooner I get you naked, the faster I can caress those beautiful
breasts.” I feel my blood boiling under my skin all the way down between my legs.
“Mister Burges!” I stop him.
“Yes, miss Danielle.”
“Would you like to come for a cup of coffee?” my own ears can't even bear what my
mouth just verbalised.
“That's the best offer I've gotten today but I'm afraid I have to refuse. I have a business
meeting later at 1 a.m. and I should be prepared.” shit! I humiliated myself, again. Of course he's
not coming to your place, you dumb slut! He's just looking for sex. What kind of business
meeting can he have at 1 in the morning?
“It's OK, I was just saying...”
“I really hope you'll invite me again tomorrow at an earlier hour.” he seems serious but
I'm not going to make that mistake again.
“Sure...”
“Now, are you still wrapped in a towel, miss Danielle?”
“... yes.”
“I want you to take it off.” I'm reticent but his voice is hypnotizing, so I unwrap my
towel leaving my body naked.
“It's off.” my voice is timid.
“Where is you right hand?”
“It's holding the phone.” I smile sarcastically.
“Use your left one for that and leave your right hand free.” I make the switch and I wait
for his next instruction- this is exciting-.
“My hand is free.” I report back.
“Suck you fingers so I can hear you.”
I try to fit four fingers in my mouth making a squishy sound and I hear him moan in my ear- it's
like he's here.
“Oh, baby, I wish I was there.” I wish he was here too. “... play with your nipples, baby.”
I pinch my nipples and the saliva is even more stimulating, I groan audibly for him as
they harden slowly.
“You like that, babe?”
“Yes!” I can't believe I'm doing this, I've never had phone-sex before.
“Suck your middle finger, baby!” he becomes bossy and I like it. I suck my middle finger
hard, driven by my desire.
“Now, play with your clit, Danielle!” every syllable coming out of his mouth is so
arousing. I go down to touch my clitoris gently and I'm surprised by how much my body can
feel. “Are you wet, babe?”
“Yes!”
“Suck your fingers!” I suck all four fingers again.
“I wish I could taste you too, babe.” Ah! His words make me ready, I want to go down
again. “Play with yourself, baby! I want to hear you come!”
“Ah!” my pleasure is loud and I hear him enjoying my moan as I try to penetrate myself
using two fingers.
“Get in there, babe!” I start masturbating hard, breathing softly in the phone.
At one point I hear him inhaling and exhaling rapidly. He's probably taken matters into his own
hands and the thought excites me more and more. I come under my own touch while Cloe is
watching me from her corner. John echoes my cry and I can hear him coming. He sighs.
“Thank you again for a really nice evening, miss Danielle.” we're back to being polite,
this is so ironic. I giggle again.
“My business meeting will be so much more interesting now that I have something nice
to think about.”
“You're welcome, mister Burges.”
“Have a pleasant evening!”
“You too!” the call is immediately interrupted. He hung up. I lie on my back and the
exhaustion overcomes me.

My eyes are disturbed by the sharp rays of light that have invaded my apartment. I slept
so profoundly that I didn't even hear Cloe purring at my feet, asking for breakfast. I get out of
bed and head over to the kitchen to make some coffee and feed my poor little cotton ball. She
witnessed something really disturbing last night.
“Oh, Cloe, I'm so glad you can't talk.” I look out the window. The sun is finally showing
up. I turn on the TV to hear the weather forecast.
“not a bad night, not a bad day, we expect to have a little bit of rain but still it's really quite
nice, mostly sunny skies. Now, if we go back to our five day forecast, we're going to see a few
changes, you might not want to put away the heavy blankets just yet. There's a cold front coming
later next week and it appears to be expanding over to the north. But more on that later. Back to
you, Suzan! Thank you, Rob! Big investigation for the police this week as they are trying to get
an important link to one of the largest bands of money counterfeiting in the country.” I turn it
down, pleased by what I just heard and go on pouring Cloe some milk and some fishy mix. She
invades the bowl splashing the milk with her rough tongue. The coffee's ready and I happily fill
a cup of the black liquid. It tastes great and it's almost rejuvenating.
As soon as I'm done pampering myself I gather all my dirty clothes and sort them for the
cleaners. The last time I was there, my pink socks messed up all my whites. This time I'm being
careful. I put on my conformable jeans and throw on my white Saturday T-shirt, then my jeans
jacket and I'm off.
My favourite cleaners is four blocks away, so I have to take the sub. There's a lot of
traffic but I don't mind as long as the sun keeps warming my bones. I get on the sub and find a
seat for my heavy bag. This is where I get off. I make it left and I've arrived. Doyle's Cleaners.
The left side is all taken, so I go over to the washers in the right. I take my clothes out, one by
one and as I fill a washer, I look up to the door. John! He's wearing all black again. Is he in the
Matrix? I giggle in my head.
“Miss Danielle, I see you're doing laundry this fine Saturday.” his smile is contagious.
“Mister Burges, were you in the neighbourhood, or did you come here because you have
dirty clothes to wash?”
“I'm all dirty, miss Danielle. You should throw me in there with your delicates. I'm sure
they smell divine.” he takes a pair of my panties and gives them a sniff. Damn, this makes me
blush!
“your perfume is an aphrodisiac, miss Danielle.” I snatch my panties out of his hands and
shove them into the washing machine.
“I'm sure they'll smell better after a detergent and fabric softener bath.” he comes closer
and kisses my left cheek. His lips are soft. I feel nauseated.
“How was your business meeting?” his mood changes.
“I wouldn't want to bore you with my work. I would rather have you here, on this
washing machine.” my mouth opens.
“What if somebody comes in?”
“I'll lock the door.”
“What?”
“I told you, miss Danielle, I have a lot of ways and resources to get what I want.”
“I see.” my hands set on the visible excrescence in his pants.
“I can see last night was just a tease for you.” he traps my cheeks between his covered
hands- the black leather gloves have a raw perfume-. His lips trap mine with a powerful
pressure. I can't breath as he embraces me. His hand escapes down in my jeans and I pull back
but he pushes me onto the washing machine. He snags one of my white panties out of the bag
and ties my hands together. He licks my earlobe leaving it soggy. His breath is cold on my skin.
He lifts my cotton T-shirt over my opened mouth and I start breathing rapidly in the cloth. His
playful tongue tickles my nipples reviving them. He unbuttons my jeans and in a fast blur he
takes them off along with my boxers- had I know this was going to happen I wouldn't have worn
these-. I rest on my back and feel his cold gloves giving me goose bumps as he grips my pubic
bone. He parts my legs to make room for his chin. The little facial hairs on his jaw excite my
labia and all my body stretches when his magnificent lips place sugary kisses over my clitoris.
“Oh, baby, you're all twitching and delicious.” his tongue dances round and round the
entrance to my expectant vagina. My hips come closer and finally, he gives me what I need,
filling me with his middle finger. Ah! No fingerprints!
“You're all lubricated, babe! I want to feel you.” he lifts my legs up and parts them wider
reaching closer. He takes the condom out of his pocket and opens it with furious movements. He
unzips his pants and prepares for the collision. His phallus is poking my thigh and it sets right in
me with a delightful speed.
“Ah!” I surrender to the extreme pleasure.
“Tell me to fuck you harder!” he's so bossy.
“Fuck me harder!” the words are so luscious as they come out of my suffocated mouth.
“Louder!”
“Fuck me harder!”
“I'm going to fuck you harder! Do you like that?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like it when you fuck me harder!” tears burst from the corner of my eyes and I
melt all over the washing machine. Every inch of my body convulses.
“That's it, baby, you make me come so fast, I feel your pulse down here, babe. I'm
coming! Ah!” he gains his strength to push in me just for three more times and he's done. I'm
warm inside.

After a couple of minutes of just lying there, we reset our balance.

“I really like these cleaners, miss Danielle. I've never tried this place before but now I see
why you come here” there's the double entendre again.
I unleash myself from the white panties, fix my T-shirt and my hair. I return to the pile of
dirty clothes I have waiting for me as I watch John take off his gloves- NOW you take them
off?-
“This is the best Saturday morning I've ever had, miss Danielle.” he caresses my cheek
with the back of his hand and then he gives me a light kiss.
“You must have had mornings more beautiful than this.” I'm sure he's got tons of girls
just waiting in line to go out with him- just like me-.
“Actually, this is the first time in years that I've had my Saturday morning free.” what
does he do for a living?
“Well, why don't you take this opportunity to do something memorable?” my eyes find
his.
“Oh, Danielle, you don't think what we just did was memorable?”
“It was for me.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I have the impression that this is something you're used to doing.”
“I've never had sex in the cleaners before, let alone on a washing machine.”
“I'm not referring to the place where it happened.”
“Then, what are you referring to, miss Danielle?”
“I... wanted to say that you probably find it very easy to get female companions when
you're lonely.” his smirk leaves me speechless, I look down but he grabs my chin.
“Danielle” his eyes are as warm as his voice, “why would you think about that? You
know, not a lot of women are willing to do these things.”
“What things? Sex?”
“Well, not the sex, the tying up and the commands that I like to give to feel empowered
and...”
“And what?”
“There is more.”
“There's more?”
He stops to think for himself and then he returns to look at me.
“Do you want to come to my place?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I would really like to show you my house. Plus, you said I should make this day
memorable.”
“Wow, that's a lot of pressure.”
“You are darling.” he kisses me on the forehead.
“Oh...” I just realised.
“What?”
“I can't come right now.”
“Why not?”
“I have to finish my laundry, otherwise I won't have any dignifying clothes to wear for
work.” His eyes follow me as I pant and then he settles me in one place.
“I will buy you more dignifying clothes.”
“What? No! I need these.”
“OK, well, I have a washer and a dryer at my house. You can do your laundry there,
while I enjoy your company.” His eyebrow curls in the sexiest way.
 “You would let me do my laundry at your house?” I'm so grateful that I can't control
myself and wrap my arms around his neck. He embraces me harder.
“If I had known how women react about me having a washer and a dryer I would have
used this move a long time ago.” he smiles.
“No one has ever offered to let me do laundry at their house before.”
“Oh, really? Their loss, I guess they don't know how much more delightful you get
around washing machines.” he brushes my lips with his thumb and I kiss it. He closes his eyes in
response. “you're such a delight miss Danielle.”
“Am I?” I make an innocent face but I can see he's trying to take a more serious tone.
“OK, I just have to make a few phone calls. You just get your things ready and I will
carry your bags to the car.” he goes out of the cleaners as I put back all my dirty laundry in the
bags.
After waiting for more than five minutes, John returns. He looks pleased.
“Let's go!” he grabs my bags and we head to the parking lot. He throws my bags in the
back of the truck of what seems to be a black Range Rover. He opens the door for me to literally
climb in the passenger seat and then he hops on behind the wheel.
“Here we go!”

He drives very cautious. He drives for almost an hour during which we listen to one of
his music lists. There's Bon Jovi, ACDC, then Pink Floyd, The Doors and U2. Then I find out
that he's into rapp.
“Who's Frank Ocean?”
“Listen to the lyrics. Oh, yes, this one.”
“It's called Pyramids?”
“Just listen, don't judge!” I give it a chance just to find out that the song is about some
kind of prostitute. He stops the car.
“Is this your house?” I look over behind the humongous gate and see a beautiful ivy-
covered house. The windows are very small. I see he hasn't subscribed to the whole futuristic
style that's been popular in interior design magazines lately.
“It's not really my house. I just got a good price on the rent. I have specific needs and I
barely found this place.” What does he mean by specific needs?
“How long have you lived here?”
“A while.” he seems to mind this interrogation mood of mine, so I try to change the
subject.
“Well... I brought my own detergent and fabric softener so I hope you don't mind if your
clothes are going to smell different later.”
“I wouldn't mind smelling you on my clothes, miss Danielle. The sweet scent you left on
my gloves still gives me a hard on.” I blush at the thought. “Let's get inside.” he takes my bags,
opens the gate by pushing a button on his remote and I step on the nice pavement.
“I'm glad it's not raining. I'm sure this is slippery when it's wet.” I remember his first
words.
“Actually, it's not. I specifically asked for a non-slippery pavement.”
“Oh, is that so? Did you get a lot of complaints from all those girls wearing high-heels
visiting your house?”
“No, no complaints. My former visitors walked very confident in high-heels, they never
tripped.” he's teasing again and it's really getting to me.
“Well, I'm sure the only thing those girls concentrated on was walking on a pavement in
a straight line.” he laughs and takes my hand to lead me inside.
The house looks dark, with bad lighting and it smells strange. I don't recognize this
smell. The furniture is simple, nothing decorative, just useful stuff. There's a coat-rack, an
umbrella stand and a place for his black shoes.
“You can keep your shoes on if you want, although I would like you to feel comfortable.”
he goes over to the big kitchen and opens a little door in the back.
“Where are you taking my bags?”
“In the laundry room!”
“Can I come?”
“Uh... come but... please don't panic.”
“Why? Are you messy?”
“Not exactly.” I sheepishly enter the laundry room and my eyes are stunned by the stocks
of black metal weaponry all sealed to the walls, in between the nice pictures of fluffy cats on
towels.
“John... “ I don't know whether to run and leave my clothes there or just put on a poker
face to hide my freak-out.
“Danielle, please, don't panic. I have a permit for each and everyone of these.” he holds
my hands, it's like he knew I was about to run. I have no words.
“Danielle, say something!”
“What do you want me to say, John? You have a butt load of big guns in here. Here!
Where you presumably do your laundry! Why do you need all these guns?”
“First of all, I don't do my laundry in here and second of all, I don't need guns, I just like
guns. I have a whole collection of them. That's why I have special needs, I need special storage
for these beauties.”
“You call your guns beauties?” I grimace and let go of his hands.
“You have to understand, this is a hobby. Don't you have hobbies?”
“Yes, I like painting, watching movies and reading books but none of those things can be
used to kill people.” I hear myself getting angry.
“Look, I'm a business man. I have to protect myself.”
“Oh, so, they're not just a hobby. You're actually considering using them at one point. Get
bodyguards, security cameras...”
“I have those too and in the process of getting my permits I learnt the procedures. I will
not use them unless there are extreme circumstances.”
“Have you ever found yourself in such circumstances?” I look him in the eyes, trying to
get an honest answer.
“No.”
The room goes quiet and I can see he's regretting everything.
“I'm sorry.” I take my bags.
“About what?” I hear panic in his voice.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about this.”
“I don't want you to go.” he reaches for my hand and holds it tightly.
“This was really intrusive of me.”
“I invited you in.”
“I pushed you.”
“You didn't. I got excited. No woman has ever wanted to do laundry at my house. I mean,
for fuck sake, I never let women see this.”
“I can see why.”
“I knew you had a curious mind from the moment I saw you checking me out. Believe
me, this is just the tip of the iceberg. I don't want to put you in any danger, it's just that I feel so
free around you. Last night, on the phone, I really wanted to just talk to you. It was the first time
I ever wished I didn't have those boring late night business meetings.”
“John, we barely talked about anything meaningful.”
“Just hearing you voice made me feel good.”
 Danielle, this is a guy who has guns in his laundry room, you cannot trust him.
“John, I really have to go.”
“Stay! Please! You have to do your laundry, right?”
“In here?”
“I'll move the washer somewhere else in the house.”
“Where, you think there's some room in your bunker?” his laugh makes my legs melt.
“Danielle, I swear I never harmed anyone. These are just for fun and protection. Some
men like wine, some like collecting stamps, I like guns.”
I give him a judgemental look and he hugs me. I feel his heart beating fast.
“And you swear you've never used these?”
“I swear. Now, please, stay. You don't have to do the laundry, I'll do it for you. You can
just chill on the sofa, have some wine and you can even browse for a good read if you want. I
have a lot of books, too. Just... don't run away.” his hypnotising smile is so convincing. He looks
like a child who just got caught doing something bad but still wants to be forgiven.
“Fine. I'll stay... but just until my loads are done. And I'll do them myself. I have a
system.”
“Of course you do. You're a clerk.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You have to be a very organised person.”
I can barely keep a straight face.
“Yeah... I'm totally organised, so... out of my way!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I need clean clothes for work and I'm out of white panties.”
“Oh, miss Danielle, you shouldn't wear panties anyway.”
My frown turns upside down as I put in the first load of whites in the washer.

“So, do you want to take a tour of the house?”

“Are there any other surprises in your bedroom?”
“Just in my night-stand, miss Danielle.” he winks and my curious mind reaches another
level of desire.
We go upstairs where there's a long hall covered in some kind of royal pattern wallpaper.
We go all the way to the end of the hall, passing three other doors. This last door is the most
spectacular one. It has carved wood in the shape of lion heads. He gets a key chain out of his
pocket and finds the right key for this door. He opens it and I have to admit I'm a little afraid to
look.
“This is where I occasionally sleep.”
“What do you mean by occasionally?”
“Well, I don't often get the luxury of sleeping in my bed.”
“OK. Well, those hotel beds must be much more comfortable.” my voice reaches a
sarcastic tone.
“What? No! I didn't mean that. I just meant, I work a lot and I often fall asleep in my
office or on the sofa. Plus, look at the bed. It could easily fit three people, I feel so tiny and
miserable sleeping in it.”
“Oh... if I had a bed like this, I would sleep like a baby. I'm actually forced to sleep on
the sofa since it's the only bed I have.”
“Well, miss Danielle, it would appear that you found me in the right time.”
“What?”
“Let's try it out.”
“You want to sleep at 1 in the after-noon?”
“Who says we can't sleep now?”
 “Well, for one thing, I'm not sleepy.”
He pushes me in and I notice there's another nice wallpaper pattern all over the room. It's all
royal style. It's like I'm standing in one of those expensive French hotel rooms. He's waiting for
me to talk, I can tell.
“It's a beautiful room.”
John starts playing with my hair as he kisses my neck. I turn to hide myself in his arms and he
whisks me up to place me on the huge bed. I sink in the mattress and my entire body
decompresses. I've fallen in the most beautiful dream. My sexy gun-nut comes hungrily into my
arms and gives me a deep kiss. I try to overpower him and change positions but his hands are so
firmly holding me still.
“Not so fast, babe. I want to give you the chance to see what's in my night-stand.” he
opens the little drawer on his left and he comes out with a nice pair of handcuffs. They look so
realistic.
“Pull out your wrist, baby.” I willingly let him cuff me to the head-board. He slowly
takes off my T-shirt pulling it up to my arms. My nipples are enthusiastically begging for his
attention and he doesn't keep me waiting as he sucks on them hard.
“Ah!” my pelvis congests as he pulls my jeans off too. He sniffs my white panties,
breathing the smell in.
“Oh, Danielle, this is so much better than any fabric softener.” his teeth bite my labia
through the fabric and I moan at the glorious feeling. He undoes his pants and comes up to my
mouth. I face his erection as he leans over to put it in my mouth. I lick it and receive it with
gusto. The rosy smell is so stimulanting, I let him in deeper.
“Oh, baby, your mouth is so warm.” he starts moving his hips towards my cavity and I
feel his erection going deeper and deeper. He gets out to caress my nipples with the tip of his
phallus. It feels so intense that I weep from desire.
“Are you wet, babe?” he takes my panties off to marvel at my vagina and I feel his
fingers exploring me.
“Mm!”
“Oh, yes! You're so wet. I think we should get one more little surprise out of the night-
stand.” He opens the drawer again and this time he gets one of the biggest dildos I've ever seen.
It's transparent but it has these huge veins on it. I don't think that will fit me. He aims for my
mouth and my tongue twirls around it to feel the unfamiliar touch. It smells like rubber but I
repeat the sucking motions with the same appetite. Then, with delicate movements, he takes it
out to play with my clitoris using the gelatine tip of the dildo. The saliva on the rubber toy feels
so sensual. After teasing me up to the point I can't bare it, John slowly inserts the dildo in me
with light twist. I'm so close, I think I'm about to faint from all the pleasure. I open more and I
feel the rubber going deeper. John stops to turn me over, doggy style. Just as I'm about to come,
I feel his pinky playing around my anus. Oh, this is so rich! I'm ready to let go, I'm so ready!
“I want to fuck you, Danielle!” he takes out the dildo, leaving me undone and my legs go
further apart in response. He gets a condom from the drawer and I hear him unwrapping it with
his teeth. He throws the wrapper on the floor and he's in me. I almost scream when he penetrates
me violently. It's not his pinky anymore that's playing with my anus, he's using his middle finger
and the change makes me even more buoyant.
“Do you like being fucked like that, babe?” I'm reaching my peak and he shocks my
entire body when he gently penetrates my anus. As my muscles relax, I let him go in more and
the feeling becomes grand. He switches again, going in my vagina, leaving me in awe. My
orgasm reaches all the little nerve endings in my limbs and I go deaf for a second, I'm a gazer,
the sensation bursts through me bubbling all the way to the surface. John is frantic as he comes
right away calling my name. This bed had a magical effect on me.
 I wake up all sweaty and clingy and I notice John is holding my hand. When did he
uncuff me? I just blacked out. I'm under a soft blanket and I can smell the saliva on me. I get up
and walk on my tippy toes into Mr. Gun-nut's closet to put something on. I can't walk naked
through the house. If he really does have bodyguards, I wouldn't want them to see me in my
birthday suit. On the other hand, they're probably used to these situations. Still, I don't want to
be one of the many. John's closet is smaller than I pictured it would be. There's a lot of black on
the right side and mostly just brown and grey on the left. I find a stack of white T-shirts piled
under the black suits and I put one on. I return to the bedroom to find my jeans. Where are my
jeans? Oh, to hell with it! The T-shirt will have to do. I head over to the laundry room downstairs
stretching the fabric over my but cheeks as hard as I can. I check for intruders and here I go.
Holly cow! The guns! Some of them look just like the ones I've seen in Rambo and some
look like props from The Matrix. I can't believe I just let myself go with this man. How can he
have a permit for all this munition here? He must think I'm an idiot. I just agreed to keep
sleeping with him after all this. Although, I find it impossible to resist him, from the first time he
caught me on those stairs, I was startled by his dark blue eyes. I've always been against guns,
against violence, I've always made what was right, I've never broken any rules and now I'm
breaking every rule. I'm practically sleeping with a stranger and on top of all that, he appears to
be some sort of gun collector. AND, what does he do for a living? I haven't found out that either.
All these question that have no answer and I still feel like going back to that wonderful
bedroom and cuddle him. He almost begged me not to go. Just as I try to calm down, I see two
laundry baskets on the top of the counter. My clothes! They have that freshly laundered smell
and they look impeccable. He must have finished my laundry like he promised he would if I
stayed.
I have to think about this at home. I start packing and plan on leaving as quietly as
possible when I see him at the door.
“Hey! You said you would sleep like a baby if you had that big bed. What's wrong?” he's
wearing the most flattering pair of black boxers.
“Nothing. I just... Thank you for doing my laundry! They've never smelt better.”
“Well, I've never used the washer before, so that's probably the reason.”
“John, I really have to go now. I have things to do at home and my cat's surely waiting to
get her fish treat.”
“You have a cat?”
“Yes. Why is that a surprise? Do I not look like a cat person?”
“You don't look like a cat person, you look like the sexiest clerk who owns a cat. What's
its name?”
“Her name is Cloe and she's a darling, lazy British short-hair.”
“And can't Cloe wait a little while longer?”
“No, she can't.”
He sighs.
“Fine. I'll take you home to Cloe.”
“Thank you. Now, please give me back my jeans and my T-shirt and let's go.”

John is parking his Range Rover in the driveway of my flat when I wake up from a nice nap.
“We're here. Are you sure you don't want to come back to my place?”
“Positive. Please, let me go and I promise I will call tomorrow.”
“You don't have to make that promise. I will surely call you later tonight. I hope you had
a good time.”
I blush.
“Oh, yeah... we can say I had a GOOD time, sure.”
“I had the best time, miss Danielle. He takes my hand and places two soft kisses between
my fingers. Dani, try to resist, you have to do the right thing!
“Thank you for everything, John.” I get out of the car. “Bye!”
“Have a good evening, Danielle!” As I shut the door I turn over towards my flat, trying
hard not to look back and make him stay.

Cloe greets me with a really loud purr at the door and I know she's very hungry right
now. I take a can of cat food from the fridge and empty it into Cloe's bowl. She seems pleased
now. Oh, what a day I had! I go over to my sofa/bed and rest my head on the pillow.

Wow! I must have slept for hours. What time is it? I check my phone, three missed calls
and two messages, all from John. He seems worried. I press “call” and he answers right away.
“Hey! What kind of game are you playing, Danielle?” he sounds angry.
“What do you mean?”
“I've been frantically trying to reach you, then I assumed you were busy but I thought
you would at least leave a message to let me know. At least that's what I usually do.”
“John, I just fell asleep. I was kind of tired. I lost track of time.”
“Wow, when you're out, you're out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it's 9 a.m. and one hour ago I sent a package over to your house because I figured
you would have woken up by 8 but they said you weren't home. ”
“What package?”
“Just a little something for you and Cloe.”
“Cloe appreciates anything she gets but I don't know if I feel the same way. I mean, I
really don't want you to send anything to me. The laundry was more than enough.”
“Believe me, you're going to like your present... OK, I have to go, business meeting,
sorry, talk to you later. Send me a text when you get the package.”
He hangs up and just then, I hear the intercom.
“Yes!”
“Package for miss Bronstein!”
I open and as I go downstairs, I see two guys carrying big boxes with pictures of a royal
bed on them. Oh, dear! Oh, no! He got me a king-size bed? I can't believe it!
“Where do you want us to put your new bed, miss Bronstein?”
“Over here.” I show the guys the little space I have left for them to assemble the huge
bed and they eye me with concern. There's another guy behind them carrying a big bag of what
appears to be fish treats for cats. There's a picture of a British short-hair on the pack.
I take the phone and send a lengthy text to mister gun-nut who has definitely crossed the
line with what constitutes an appropriate present.
After one hour from sending the text, there's still no answer. Two hours pass by and
finally, after fiddling with the position of the bed and getting out my old sofa, the guys finish
assembling and putting the king-size bed in the right place. I throw myself over the new mattress
and I check my phone again. No sign from John. How long do these business meetings last? It's
Sunday, don't those people have a life?
I turn on the TV for some news.
“the police hasn't given any specific details but the head of the police department, Chief
Belinkoff assures us they have all the situation under control.” I can't watch TV, I can't do
anything. I have to do something otherwise I'll go crazy just staying here, waiting for John's
answer. I head to the supermarket to shop for some food and cleaning supplies.

As I browse through the aisles, I check my phone and the empty screen is mocking me.
Why won't he call back? Is this payback because I didn't answer his calls last night and this
morning? It probably is. But it's starting to get annoying. I've learnt my lesson, come on, John, I
want to talk to you. I want to thank you and tell you I already miss you. Danielle, you're
panicking again. Stop it!
I get home, change into my sweats and start making some chicken nuggets just to distract
myself from the agonising feeling of just waiting for John's call. The nuggets are almost done
and I can't take it anymore. I have to try his cell again. I press “call” and this time it doesn't even
ring, it doesn't even go to voicemail, it just doesn't...
I can't eat. I go over to the ridiculously huge bed and throw myself on the mattress. What
happened to his phone? Did someone steal it? Why won't he get in touch with me? I just... have
to know...
I wake up at the sound of my loud phone alarm and I force myself to get in the mood for
another day at the bank. I check my phone holding my breath but there are no missed calls, no
messages, nothing.
Great! It's raining again. The rain is so sad now. It's all sad. The sub seems to be crowded
with the same asinine people and the streets are clamoured with honking cars. I get to the bank
and walk fast over the stairs on purpose just hoping John might appear and stop me from
tripping again. It's like all of this has been a dream. I feel nauseated just from the pain. I go over
to my desk and turn on the computer. This is my chance to look up John Burges. I type his name
in our search files. There's an entire red file about his account and his aunt's account. I open her
account file and as I look at her photo, I notice that Auntie Burges isn't actually an auntie, or at
least not to John. She looks 21, maybe 22.
“Danielle!” Mona's calling me. She probably just wants to gossip about the new girl in
the HR department.
“Yes!”
“You have to see this. A client of ours had been a felon for years. He managed to change
his identity a couple of times and that's how he stayed out of the police's radar. Actually, the case
has been supervised by the agents in national security.”
“Who is this felon you're talking about and what has he done?” my throat closes.
“I didn't get his actual name but on the TV they said he currently goes by the name John
Burges and he has been charged with money laundering and counterfeiting. He was captured last
night by the SWAT team in his mansion. They found an entire arsenal of weaponry. Can you
believe it?! He had probably been here when we were working. They called and said some
agents are coming to talk to us about his accounts and a supposedly 23 year old aunt he was
transferring money to, in Dubai.” My eyes can't hold the tears anymore, I run over to the
restroom and fall on the cold floor tiles. How could I be so blind? I just fell for this man- this
criminal- and the worst part is, I'm still hoping to hear from him. I want to know if he's OK, I
want to ask him why he had played me like that when there was enough fish in the sea for him.
Was I just one of the many to him? My pocket is vibrating. It's my phone. I check to see who it
is. It's a message from an unknown number.
“Thank you for the most beautiful weekend of my life. I think I've fallen in love with
you.”