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"So lets get started," the teacher began running a hand through his shaggy blue hair while the other hand began to write upon the chalk board. "Five years ago, the United Board of Education was formed by the world's major superpowers to create new means of providing proper education to the masses, among these was the creation of a number of privatized academies different from ones before..." his tone was dull and timid. Void of emotion or interest that his students were clearly mimicking.
"Our beloved Honnuji Academy is one such place. Founded by the six members of the Student Council that reside over the city they ensure its protection against opposing schools that threaten our way of life." he continued before turning to his sea of students. "Ms. Ash? Could you tell me what has made Honnuji able to survive against enemy schools?" he asked
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Nevada Marie Ash -
Blah, blah, blah
Every word falling upon their ears is boring, dull empty, too. Nevadas not paying any attention to the lecture, same as everybody else. Theres no reason to. If theres a quiz on this, theyll ace it. Dark brown gazing out through the nearest window, Nevada let her thoughts wander, her chin resting in the palm of a hand. Threads of hair, shades darker, fell forward, the tips tickling the curve of her cheek and jaw. Out of old habit than annoyance, her other hand came up to deal with the problem, tucking all the rebellious pieces behind an ear.
Ms. Ash? Could you tell me what has made Honnouji able to survive against enemy schools?
Uh oh. Busted.
Maybe not?
Nevada shifted her gaze over, light reflecting and refracting off their depths. Honnouji Academy can survive against other schools because of our Goku Uniforms, she drawled, indicating their uniforms by tugging on the lapels of her own. The Three-Stars fight off anybody that threatens the school, she went on explaining, not that it really matters. Of course shes got the answer right.
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"That is correct Ms. Ash." Mr. Mikisugi replied writing the words 'Goku Uniforms' down on the board. "It was through these uniforms Honnuji has become a prominent force in the battles waged against the academies across the planet. With today itself marking the four year anniversary of our great school's founding."
*BUZZ*
'Hey Nevada, something came up. Do you mind taking my shift tonight for the party? I'll fill in whenever you want.' the text her vibrating phone notified her of pertained to a rather unique job Nevada held. As a student to Honnuji Academy, it wasn't uncommon for one to check the local community boards darting across the hallways. Filled with a plethora of opportunities for lesser ranked students to partake in for cash, it wasn't uncommon to see some to be aiding One, Two, and even Three-Star students.
Especially if you were an attractive young woman such as Nevada Ash, and had caught the eye of the sole Four-Star student in the entire academy. Vice Student President; Alexander Avery, right-hand man to Lady Satsuki herself and considered by some the king of the school. Despite being American born in Japan, he bore an unnatural sense of charisma that had aided the 'queen' in the four years they had been together. With some even speculating they were more than just comrades..
Rumors that were countered by the obvious playboy habits Alexander possessed, especially if you was an employee serving as one of his maids. It wasn't uncommon if you were an attractive young woman sixteen and up, in need of cash, and had time after school; Alexander may hire you to come work to maintain his estate. If you passed his interview process you would be dressed up in a provocative and risqu maid uniform and perform a number of cleaning duties around the home.
With tonight being the anniversary of Honnuji Academy's founding, Alexander was throwing a private party and was requiring most of his staff on site to help prepare for the evening events. Which means Nevada would have to decide if she was willing to take over this shift for the party tonight. In front of many eyes...most of which already knew of her position but had yet to see her in such a scantily claded state.
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Hip hip hooray. Nevada managed to answer a question correctly. Mentally rolling her eyes at the idiocy of it all, it required every ounce of control not to sigh and plop her chin into the palm of a hand. Seriously? It wasnt even all that hard. An eight-year old couldve answered it, no problem. Then again, it could just be his expectations are that low How sad.
A vibration nearly caused the girl to jump out of her skin.
What the-? I thought I had my phone turned off,Nevada thought, digging the damn thing out of her pocket. Its a good thing Mr. Mikisugi doesnt really give two shits about what goes on in his classroom, otherwise shed be in a world of trouble. Nevada read the text message, just to groan in the back of her throat. Seriously? Is her luck that bad? Fantastic! Placing her chin in the palm of a hand, Nevada glared at her phone or more accurately, the message. Its not like she has any plans for tonight but shed love to actually enjoy a quiet evening at home.
Yeah, right. As if shes ever had a night of peace and tranquility. If it aint one thing, its something else. Nevada let out a long, exasperated sigh. As an attractive girl in desperate need of money, Nevada applied to be one of the infamous Alexander Averys maids ages ago and managed to snag the job. Its easy work, too. All shes gotta do is throw on a provocative -or in her opinion, skimpy- little number and parade around, cleaning whatever needs cleaning. No big deal. The money is good, too.
One brown eye closed, the girls lips puckering a little. If she was being honest with herself shed admit that, deep down, she kinda liked being put on display. The Honnouji Academy uniforms are less than flattering and hell, every girl likes feeling sexy. Nevadas no different. You owe me, Nevada grumbled under her breath, typing the words into her phone. Big time. Her decision made, Nevada kicked up her legs, closing her eyes and just waiting for the hours to fly by. If only she had the ability to manipulate it, somehow...
Tonight is the anniversary of Honnouji Academys founding, apparently. Its going to be pretty epic. It requires most of the staff to be on site, in order to help prepare. More than likely, Nevada will have to prance around in next to nothing and in front of the top ten percent of the student body. Great! Most already knew that shes one of Alexanders maids, but nobodys actually gotten the chance to see her at work so this is going to be interesting?
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Eventually the school bells rang, and the students were quick to free themselves from their daily imprisonment within the school system. With the party beginning at six pm though, Nevada had little time to waste if she was going to help the rest of the staff prepare for Alexander's big celebration. Fortunately Alexander's home was situated on the level beneath Honnuji Academy, due to his own placement within the hierarchy of the school's ranking system. A manor roughly the size of Honnuji itself carved out of white marble, the home was a shining example of the influence the man carried throughout the city.
However despite this, the home would appear to be rather empty. Sure partygoers came and went when the mood arrived, but besides the staff itself...it was rare for guests to arrive to see the young man. In fact even then it would be rare for some of the maids themselves to see Alexander move about. The most common to see Alexander was the head maid; Reya, a long time friend who was commonly seen by his side ever since he arrived to help build the academy. Besides her, the best way to get a glimpse of the master of the house was to be tasked with cleaning the west wing, where he commonly worked in his study or slept.
In the east wing, was the dressing room and showers that provided for the maids to clean up before dressing for their job. As Nevada would be finishing up her own shower and getting dressed, Reya would be entering the room. With most already present it provided the ample opportunity to address the others, on their duties for the evening. If Alexander was their boss, then in comparison Reya was the manager in charge of ensuring the daily running of their employees. A task she endeavored to perform at the peak of her abilities, taking great care to treat the other girls as kind as possible like a den mother, willing to help them with whatever needed. Heels clacking against the floor as she was dressed in the same risqu outfit as the others, the blonde haired girl smiled as she called for the others attention.
"Good evening, girls. I hope all of you are well and ready to work. We have a lot that needs to be done before the party, task have been divided up between each of you and posted on the board. Please be on your best behavior, the master wants to make sure things go smoothly tonight." she said with a smile.
Upon this board Nevada would find her own duties for the evening.
West Wing, help Alexander prepare for tonight.
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Finally free from the daily imprisonment that is high school, Nevada had little time to waste if shes going to run off and help everybody clean the mansion from top to bottom. Fun, fun! Please. Itll take hours. If it was just one person, days. Its a good thing shes not expected to clean the place by herself, or else shed have quit ages ago. The pays pretty nice, though. Nevadas pockets are never full, per se, but at least shes able to live comfortably without worrying too damn much over bills. Its actually nice. Bumping shoulders with some of her classmates -and cursing every so often-, Nevada managed to get her fat ass out of school. A deep breath of fresh air banished the cobwebs cloggin her mind.
The notorious Alexander Averys mansion is directly under the Academy, and is just as big, if not bigger. A place made entirely of white marble, it practically stank of power and wealth. Nevada stuffed her hands into her pockets, hopping down the steps two at a time. The skirt flared about her knees, nearly revealing skin most guys only dream about. It didnt take too terribly long to get there, luckily, so maybe, just maybe shell get the chance to leave early today. Nevada isnt a fan of parties. Dont get her wrong, she loves having a good ol time, but these sort of parties have nothing but fake smiles, just as fake flattery, and back-stabbing bitches. Yikes. No thanks.
Nevada slipped in through the side door, and headed over to the east wing. A dressing room and showers are provided for the maids, as a pat on the back for a job well done. The walls are a standard white, the lockers identical to those in the Academy. Nevada went off to the left, and found her uniform hanging on a dainty hanger. Every girl is expected to dress provocatively, to please the eyes of Mr. Alexander Avery. Every girl is decked out in a different color, in a different sort of outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Nevada is not the exception to the rule. Black satin just barely clings to her breasts. There is no sleeves to speak of, only a little tie to loop around her neck. A great deal of red lace goes down along her sides, over her hips, and right down between the ass cheeks. In other words? Everything is hanging out. Nevada also has to wear three-inch red heels. Nice, right?
Dark brown eyes glanced over at Reya stepped in, hands going to work tying up hair nearly the same shade up in a ponytail. Nevada isnt exactly one for socializing. For some reason, the other girls like to give her scorching looks, as if shes personally done something to piss em off, and she isnt rearin to provide them ammo.
Alright, then. Time to check the board.Last time, Nevada was assigned to the kitchens, which wasnt half bad. It was actually kinda nice to step back from all the drama, and cut veggies, polish the silverware, that sort of thing. Is it too much to hope for a second time around? Nevada placed her hands on her hips, eyeballing the list.
West Wing, Help Alexander prepare for tonight.
Huh? What the hell does that mean? Prepare for tonight? Aint that a bit vague? Nevada frowned, and twisted to find Reya before she disappeared somewhere. Hey, Reya? she called out. I think somethings wrong here. It says Im supposed to head to the West Wing, but it doesnt say anything about what Ill be doing.
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Reya was speaking with another of the maids when Nevada approached perplexed over her duties for the evening. Politely excusing herself from the other girl, the blonde's eyes glanced at the board for a moment before a knowing look crossed her face in realization. While not personally knowing Nevada, Reya was informed of her professionally. Wasn't positively received with her fellow maids, yet a diligent worker none the less.
Fingers tapping against her hip, Reya shook her head as she bit her lip while she paused for a moment to explain the situation. Despite being the senior maid, she had known Alexander personally since before either of them arrived from the United States. Unarguably, the only person who could possibly understand how the mind of the Vice Student President truly functioned at times.
"Ah, you were never assigned the West Wing before right?" Reya asked before nodding in understanding. "Its quite alright, the details for that assignment are always left vague. Its normally left to speculation as to what state he's in, when preparing for a party. He could be anywhere from asleep to already dressing himself. Its why we task one maid to help get him ready. To be blunt, if he's awake but not yet dressed, help him assemble an outfit, and iron it out. If he's not even awake..." Reya smirked as she looked around before leaning in to whisper. "Get creative in waking him up. I'll take the fall, if he gets mad." she grinned before pulling back with a wink.
The West Wing of the mansion was like the polar opposite in comparison to the east. Where one was populated with staff reguarly pasing through, the other was empty and quiet. Making one think it would be deserted if it weren't for the sounds of footsteps, music, and the private lounge where the master of the house dwell.
In the lounge, Nevada would find Alexander casually sitting upon the sectional couch while watching an old american movie. One difficult to understand$ to most of the natives who only spoke Japanese. Something about a masked swashbuckling bandit in black calling himself Zorro....
"Come in." Alexander spoke, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth as he was still dressed in the fatigue pants of his uniform along with the white button up shirt. Barefooted with the collar buttons to his shirt popped loose, the young man was by far not ready for any form of party in just a few hours. At the sight of Nevada did he sigh. "Reya?" he simply asked knowing this was said girl's way of telling him to start getting ready.
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Nevada waited rather patiently for an answer to come, despite the fact that shes never been gifted in that area. Alright, so she has to resist tapping her foot but she managed, so thats gotta count for something, right? Ah, yeah, Nevada blurted out, even dipping her head in a quick nod. Ive never been. Uh oh. Is that bad? Dark brown eyes blinked as Reya went into detail about the job, different emotions flickering through their depths. It was impossible to pick apart one and give it a name.
Perplexed, Nevada jerked her head up once Reya leaned in only to laugh at the whisper. Automatically covering her mouth, Nevada stole a glance at the other maids. Really? I can get creative? she just had to ask, already imagining the different ways she could wake up the illustrious Alexander. Itd be way too much fun! Is there any way she can get her hands on a bucket of water before strolling in? Nah, probably not.
Alright. I understand, now. Thanks for the explanation, Nevada told the other woman, deciding that she might as well head on out. From the sounds of it, Alexander isnt exactly the most oh, whats the word for it? Oh well. Its not like it matters. Nevada looked about the West Wing as she descended the grand staircase, in awe of the gold filigree, the columns of white marble depicting images that she cant quite make out, and the line of portraits on the wall. Its kinda eerie, though. The East Wing is always noisy, or at the very least busy, but the West is the exact opposite. Theres not a soul in sight. If it wasnt for the fact that she can hear music, shed say this part of the manor is deserted.
Peeking her head into the lounge, Nevada was almost disappointed to find him awake. In fact, hes enjoying a movie in English? Nevada frowned, only picking out words here and there. Much as she hates to admit it, English so happens to be one of her worst subjects. Come in, she heard him say, in the most nonchalant way possible, and so she stepped in and tucked her hands behind her back. Nevada didnt bother saying anything. A smile did threaten to pull at the girls lips, but only because he guessed the reason why shes there.
Yes, Nevada replied, being all proper. Im supposed to help you get ready for the party tonight. Alexander is up and out, so theres that but now she has to dig through his closet and pick out a suit, right? Hopefully it isnt huge, otherwise shed get lost. If you dont mind, hop into the shower while I pick out a suit for you to wear.
Ironing. Yes. Nevada has to iron it, too. Its not like she can do that up here, though. Does that mean she can ask somebody else to do it real quick while shes taking care of things up here? It only makes sense. Moving forward, Nevada found a walk-through closet just off to her right, and of course, there are dozens upon dozens of options. Doesnt that figure? Alexander is rich, after all. Where does she even start?
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Alexander gave Nevada's body a proper once over with his eyes as he took in her form. His mind was searching through its archives to locate her name among the various files tucked from within. She was a recent hire, No-Star, and had one hell of a set of legs. Nevada. yes that was this girl's name. With a sigh, he flicked the movie off and rose from the couch. Setting both the remote and his bowel down as he moved to the bathroom nearby. He didn't even wait as he already begin stripping out of his clothes. Nor caring if Nevada admired the view as his muscled torso came into view, along with his strong legs before he was clad in nothing but his boxers.
The door left creaked open the sound of water began running as steam filled the bathroom. "So Nevada, was it? Would you mind picking out something in black?" he requested while he showered. With the door open, Nevada would be able to catch a glimpse if she were to peek. "So, are you doing well this evening?" he asked next as they went about their respective tasks. The water glistening and rolling off the toned physique he took pride in maintaining as he bathed.
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Did he seriously just-?! In the blink of an eye, Nevada twirled around, that way she cant see anything -even by accident. What person in their right mind starts stripping out of their clothes, and in front of a total stranger?! Has he no shame? No No pride? Blushing to the tips of her ears, Nevada waited until she heard the shower running before going back to the task at hand. This is definitely going to be interesting, to say in the least. Ah, yes! It is, Nevada spoke up, though she has to wonder how he knew her name, when she never gave it. Then again, he did hire her so that could be the reason why. I dont mind at all, Nevada continued, relieved to now have something to go off of.
Im doing well. The words rolled off her tongue, not so much a lie but a habit. Its just easier to say that than to actually go into any details about her personal life. Besides. Its not like hes asking because he actually cares or anything. Nevada pulled out a nice black suit, one that she chose to go with a blue shirt. The tie is a dark grey. How about you? she asked, deciding that she might as well play nice. It seems like he wants to strike up a conversation. Does it get lonely, being near the top of the hierarchy?
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"As well as one can when they are going to a party they do not wish to attend." Alexander admitted from the bathroom, while speaking over the sound of running water. "Kinda sad when the host does not look forward to his own planned event, but what choice do I have." he laughed as the water continue to run for another ten minutes before he emerged. Dressed in a fresh pair of boxers and tank top while finishing to dry his hair off with a towel. "I'm just doing this for the others to enjoy, something to relax and ease up in between our duties." he continued while throwing the towel into a hamper off in the corner.
Nevada's musing of his isolation at the top of the food chain was in fact accurate, as a fighter he was praised by One-Stars for his abilities to fight as just a man. The Two-Stars respected his leadership abilities second to only the Student President herself. While the Three-Stars, oh the Elite Four loathed his presence with unyielding passion. Regularly overriding Gamagoori's harsh enforcement of the school's rules. Unbeatable in the eyes of the athletic Sanageyama despite his best attempts. Untraceable to Inumuta's resources. Just generally disliked by Jakuzure for fear her position as Beta of the pack to their leader was taken.
The Vice Student President was generally alone with the exception of Reya, and regularly meeting with Satsuki. One would think that he would be adored and loved by all, instead it had only created a pedestal behind glass for him to sit on. Where the world merely detached him from humanity and objectified him in the process. Leaving him as nothing but fantasized images of legend among his peers, one with few to call friend...
If one were to call him perfect he would laugh. How can someone be perfect if all they were good at was fighting?
"May I ask you something else Ms. Ash? Or May I call you Nevada?" he asked before chuckling as he moved to the desk nearby and opening up a nearby drawer. "Guess that makes two things no?" he said amused at his own joke before sitting down in the office chair present with a folder in his hands. "As expected with these boring gatherings, the host needs to make a speech to his people. That's always been Satsuki's department, but I'm not even sure if she's coming tonight. Mind if I try reading out a few of my drafts to you?" he inquired speaking quite casually to the scantily dressed maid. One who was regularly being admired by the eyes of the Vice Student President as he drank in every inch of exposed skin she had to offer.
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Nevada blinked, not expecting that to be his answer. How does somebody not look forward to his own party? It doesnt make any sense. Then again it might have something to do with her earlier theory: him being lonely at the top of the food chain. No, wait a second. Near the top. Lady Satsuki reigns supreme, no matter what. Alexanders power, though has probably earned him plenty of admiration and plenty of animosity. It is kinda sad, Nevada had to agree. What else can she say? It is what it is. If it was up to her, shed cancel the party, but its not her party. Besides, it isnt like hed do it or anything, because its for the others to enjoy, right?
Having picked out his suit, shirt, tie, the whole nine yards, Nevada glanced back behind her at him as she heard footsteps. Just as quickly, she looked elsewhere. A few threads of dark brown escaped the ponytail she put all of her hair up in earlier, just tickling the curve of the girls throat. It doesnt really matter, Nevada replied, a shrug going through her shoulders. As long as its part of my name, Ill react to it. And yeah, I guess that does make two things. Nevadas words dissolved into soft laughter, the noise not unlike music. The only difference is that there isnt any lyrics thrown into the mix. Sure. Ask away, Nevada continued on, turning around to face him.
Alright, this is awkward. Does he always act this casually around the maids? Maybe he just doesnt see the need to act all high and mighty inside his own home Nevada pushed the thought away, since it isnt very important. I do not mind, but why not figure out if Satsukis coming or not? I mean, it will make it easier on you. If she comes, great. No big deal. If she doesnt, then you know that you will have to put on the speech
Great. Now she sounded like a total idiot. Nevada tried not to fidget, and, it was right about then that she noticed his eyes roaming up and down.
Is he-? No way. Please. Shes just imagining things. Nearly rolling her eyes at the wild speculations running amok in her head, Nevada did bring a hand up. I have to have your suit ironed, though, she pointed out. How about I ask one of the others to do that, and then Ill listen to your drafts. Nevada does have a job to do, after all. Its not like she can lay around on her butt and get paid for it. As much as thatd be nice. Do you mind giving me a few minutes? Ill run downstairs and see if I can grab somebody that isnt busy, Nevada continued on, turning around to grab the suit combo she selected for him. In doing so, she gave him a rather splendid view of her ass.
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"Heh, wise logic behind your words. However last she told me, it was up in the air due to other tasks." Alexander shrugged casually flipping through the folder before Nevada raised her hand up. At the words did he nod in understanding, no surprise Nevada was quick to try and leave the room considering he had just taken the opportunity to admire her body. Didn't help when she spun around to grab the ensemble and gave him an even better display of her lovely rear and mostly bare body with the exception of the few straps holding the outfit together.
"Have Himiko take care of it down in the wash room, then we will talk about the speech. Hopefully without making a fool of myself." Alexander spoke with a nod moving back to the couch and resuming his movie while he waited. While he did enjoy the view, Nevada did need to continue along with her task in an orderly manner since the party was but a few hours away and he needed to be ready both in appearance and presentation.
Down within the basement floor of the manor was the storage area -which held most of the additional tables and chairs currently being carried up for the party by workers-, the pantries -where the kitchen staff was collecting supplies-, and the wash room -where several other maids were currently washing and cleaning various articles of clothing-. It was here among the few girls present, Nevada would find Himiko. Easily distinguishable by the streaks of blue running through her otherwise dark hair, she was dressed in a transparent black outfit with a lace apron allowing a proper view of the skin visible underneath with the exception of the equally attractive lingerie she wore underneath.
"Mind giving me a hand with this? It will help get the job done quicker." Himiko asked as she accepted the suit from Nevada and set it down on the nearby ironing boards. "So? Considering you didn't use the iron he keeps in the walk-in wardrobe, you got a little nervous when he was looking at you didn't you?" Himiko questioned trying to strike up conversation. As the one normally in charge of laundry, she was aware of the little test he would set up for the maids in charge of helping him personally. With the party near, she was required to be down stairs aiding the others in washing table clothes and such.
"Its alright to be embarrassed, happens to all of us. He hasn't made a move on anyone of our sexy bodies though." Himiko shrugged casually as if it was nothing.
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Trying to stay out of the way, and actually staying out of the way, are two totally different things, apparently. Nevada kept having to shift left or right, just to avoid being bumped. I dont mind, she replied without a second thought. Ill start ironing the shirt, then. Nevada plugged into an iron, nearly wrinkling her nose at the smell of smoke wafting up. By no means is she used to ironing, so the help is much appreciated. Normally, shes thrown into the kitchen to chop up vegetables, cook dinner, or into some part of the manor to clean it up. Nevadas school uniform doesnt require ironing, after all and her mother is never lucid enough to try and teach her.
Himiko is one of the maids that is almost always assigned to take care of the laundry. Nevada has no idea how long shes been around, but shes always been nice. They rarely crossed paths, though. Its kinda hard to judge. An iron in hand, Nevada began to run it over the front when Himiko spoke up, apparently striking up a conversation. This is different. Most of the maids here usually just stay clear of her, or just sneer from a distance, but not her.
Nevada lifted her head up, genuine surprise rippling over her features. Huh? I didnt even know that he had one in there, she told the other girl, only being honest. He didnt even mention it. Once I brought up the subject of ironing this, he said I should take it down here Nevadas words trailed off, a thoughtful expression settling along her lips next. I didnt really notice him looking at me too much, she went on, lifting one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. I mean, I noticed it but its to be expected. Look at what we wear, Nevada pointed out, even going so far as to gesture towards Himiko. Any hot, horny teenager would give us a second look and admire the goods weve got on show here.
Dark brown eyes went to the task at hand. If it was at school, Id probably be embarrassed but this isnt Honnouji Academy. Im not in some ugly thing. Dont get me wrong, Im not exactly I dont know! I hate explaining myself. Look. I wasnt embarrassed. I just didnt know that there was an ironing board in there. I wish he told me. Itd make things ten times easier but then again, Im not very good at ironing, so its probably best that I did come down here. Ive got help. Nevada flashed a crooked smile over in Himikos direction, just to chuckle softly under her breath. A shake of the head was quick to follow.
Anyway, Im almost done here. Hows the rest of it coming along? Nevada threw out there, lifting the lapel and brushing her fingers over it. Damn. Is every single one of his suits this fancy? Its silk!
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Himiko merely shrugged. "Nearly done now," she said folding up the pants and passing them off to Nevada. "I do own you an apology then, if your not to use to ironing, then it makes more sense he merely directed you down here." She admitted handing the final bit of the ensemble off. "In any case that is everything, as expected if you need me I'll be down here for the evening. I'll be washing the maid's uniforms tomorrow if you need yours cleaned." she added with a smile and a bow of her head.
Meanwhile back in his lounge, Alexander was quietly muttering his speech to himself while he still sat in nothing but his boxers and tank top. At the sound of the door creaking open did his eyes dart away from the paper in hand to Nevada returning. "Welcome back, I trust Himiko didn't try to throw you inside one of the washing machines from seeing a single spec of dust on you." he said with a small laugh at his own joke.
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No harm, no foul. No apologies necessary. Nevada let the whole thing slide, and went on to fold the shirt as neatly as possible. Okay, thanks. I appreciate the offer. I might stop by, then. I didnt get a chance to wash this thing earlier, so I might as well take advantage of the opportunity. No, the truth is, the water has been cut off at her place. Until she pays the bill, no water to splash her face with in the morning and definitely no water to wash clothes with. Nevada cleared her throat, and began making her way back upstairs.
Knocking on the door, Nevada opened the door after a moment or two to peek in. Hello, she replied, dipping her head in a respectful nod. It was just a heartbeat later that she chuckled and entered the room. I think Himiko was half tempted to, but luckily, she has to wash the uniforms tomorrow, so Another chuckle following soon after, Nevada closed the door behind her and went to approach him. Now You mentioned something about reading over some drafts?
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"Yes that's correct," Alexander said with a smile placing the paper in his hand back down on the desk with the others. "Feel free to look while I get dressed." he gestured while taking his clothes from her. "Can't decide if I want to either, give them something stating my pride in them. Celebrate our hard work building Honnuji, or just something lighthearted to make them laugh." he shrugged as he began pulling the dress pants on.
"I was never good at this stuff. I have always been more of the field man. Its why Satsuki runs things at the top and not me." he sighed running a hand through his hair before slipping on the button up shirt. Fingers securing each button into place as his body turned back to look at Nevada. Again his eyes took in her appearance and admired how much skin her choice of attire revealed. Then his eyes focused on the back of her head.
"Thank you though, Nevada." Alexander said with a nod of his head. "I appreciate you looking over these for me." he said moving to lean against the desk to smile at her sincerely. "Most of the other girls either act too proper or too shy. Nice to see someone a little bit more 'real'." He said
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Nevada lifted a brow, but didnt say anything as she leaned a hip against the desk. Of course, she didnt even begin to realize that, doing it revealed miles and miles of skin. A hand went to pick a piece of paper up off the desk. How about a bit of everything? Nevada threw out there as a suggestion. Throw a joke or two in there, but for the most part, celebrate, and state your pride. Its simple enough, really. Doesnt rebuilding Honnouji Academy deserve a pat on the back?
Lifting her eyes, Nevada blinked, light reflecting and refracting off dark brown. If somebody was to look closely, there are flecks of gold sort of like treasure, hiding right below the surface. Oh. Ah Well. Your welcome. I hate to admit it, but I hate pretending to be something Im not. There isnt too many times Im shy, and I dont think I have a proper bone in my body. A soft laugh rumbling in the back of her throat, Nevada shook her head.
Alright, I like these drafts but each and every one sounds really impersonal. Cold. Id even go so far as to say, distant. I think you should wing it, Nevada told him, lifting her fingers and putting quotes around the last words. More often than not, the speeches that arent on notecards are the best ones. In my opinion, anyway.
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Alexander was humbled somewhat by Nevada's words concerning what he should do for the party's opening speech. It was true in retrospective, the drafts were rather impersonal and cold. Things something a door to door person were forced to recite to make sells despite their dislike. His skills reguarly required improvisation anyway so perhaps 'winging it' would be for the best indeed.
"Hmm sound advice, Nevada. Thanks." Alexander replied with a smile. Then his eyes gazed downward to her figure once more. There was something different about this young woman, and it certainly wasn't JUST her body. A body so scantily dressed he yearned to touch such lovely skin and feel in his hands. Yet there were rules to be had. As stated in the contract each maid signed upon being employed.
No sexual harrassment was to occur by his or another maid's hand.
However if consent was given, he was more than fine to let things occur.
"I think I'll do as you say and just wing it." Alexander chuckled in a warm hypnotic like tone. Fingers barely making contact with Nevada's knuckles by accident. Then slightly growing more bold, slightly dragging up the back of her wrist and then to her wrist. There was still time before the party, and this girl had his attention.
"If I may be bold, what led you to seeking a job here Nevada?" Alexander inquired leaning against the desk...right next to her. His hip barely grazing her own with the slightest of movements. "I know you have noticed me admiring you and the others. Does it bother you? Knowing I am appreciating your physical form? Even before you impressed me with your mindset and demanor?" He was straightforward and spoke withoit falter. Eyes fixated on her own as his fingers gently traced along her wrist.
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Hey, no problem. Too late, Nevada realized how casually the words slipped out, how she wasnt addressing an employer, nope but somebody thats on equal terms with her. Crap! Oh well, theres nothing she can do about it now. Nevada offered him a small smile, not exactly sure what to do, now that thats been said and done. From the looks of it, Alexander is ready for the party, so her job here is done, right?
If thats the case, Nevada might as well join the other girls in cleaning the mansion from top to bottom. About to pipe up and point this out -or better yet, politely bow out-, Nevada found his eyes caressing her figure once again as if he was tempted to devour her on the spot. Heat licked up the length of her spine, only to nip at her senses not to mention slap some color into the girls cheeks. It feels empowering, shell admit that much like a compliment that hasnt been said, but she shouldnt be enjoying this sort of attention, damn it!
Nevada tore her gaze away, looking anywhere but at him though really, its sort of pointless.
No sexual harassment is to occur by his or another maid's hand. Its in the contract everybody signs at the very beginning.
A shiver went down her spine at the warm, hypnotic voice he used next, only for another to follow right after as his fingers barely brushed over her knuckles. It looked like an accident but it wasnt. Nope. Nevada blinked up at him, feeling not so much nervous, more like Ooh! There isnt a word that fits the bill. Not that it matters. The tip of her tongue passed over her top lip, dark brown eyes looking into his while she fought to find a good enough answer.
Theres not many jobs a high school student can take, Nevada found the words to say, somehow or another. Ill admit, I needed the money to help with the bills at home A leg lifted, the skirt revealing another inch or two of skin as she shifted to make herself more comfortable. I dont know if it bothers me, really. I mean, weve all got our reasons to work here and its in the contract, so its not as though youre doing it in secret or anything, so not really? It doesnt? A shrug rolled through Nevadas shoulders next.
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Alexander grinned as he watched the girl before him. Watchin the faint telltale signs of shivers going through her body and the way her cheeks were now colored. Quite a hidden pearl among all the oysters within the No-Stars indeed. The fingers that had been slowly tracing her wrist continued onward. Trailing her up her forearm, past her bicep, and atop her shoulder. Gently running along thecrook of her neck
"That's good, you are truly a beautiful woman Nevada Ash." Alexander purred, his voice was smooth enough to charm snakes out of their skin. His finger continued onward sliding along her neck and feeling the pulse beneath such exquiste skin.
"Yet I feel there's more than it not really bothering you. You say your not shy, nor a proper bone in your body." Lips gently leaning in as words turned into whispers caressing her ear. His breath warm and hot as he inhaled her scent. "A shy person would have already left, a proper person would not blush as you do. So it draws me to another conclusion." He spoke pulling back, and instead gently placed his hands on her shoulders to face a nearby full body mirror set up in the corner. His body directly.behind her as he towered over her smaller body.
"You feel strong this way don't you? A feeling you can't describe, one that should be wrong by definition. Yet you relish the sensation yes? To feel so empowered?" He asked. What happened next would be up to Nevada. He had a strong feeling about this girl and her answer would depend on it. Not to mention if she as beginning to get into the moment then, for him to continue she would only need to lean back and press her body into his chest....
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At first, Nevada only found the fingers tracing along her wrist distracting but as they began to travel north, that just proved to be true ten times over. Her heart flipped over inside her chest, like the damn traitor it is. A second later, it decided to go ahead and skip a beat or two, as if pumping blood through her body is suddenly not important or something. Nevada nearly melted when the finger found the crook of her neck.
Beautiful? Her? Please. As if. Does Alexander need to get his eyes checked? His brain analyzed? More than likely, if thats what he thinks. Nevadas heart decided to perform acrobatics once his finger glided along the curve of her jaw as though checking her pulse, though thats definitely not the case.
Mm? Tilting her head, bits and pieces of dark brown tumbled forward, the tips just barely tickling the girls flushed cheeks. Nevada didnt expect him to lean in or for his breath to start caressing her ear, nope. It didnt really help things any, either. Is that right? she found herself murmuring. Alexander doesnt see her as shy? Not surprising. Proper isnt exactly in her vocabulary, either so again, not surprising. Maybe at one point in her life, Nevada was shy, polite, all of the above but not anymore. Taken by surprise as he pulled back, Nevada was about to start asking questions, only she was turned to face a mirror set up in the corner, his body directly behind hers.
Does she? Feel strong? Alright, shell admit: its a feeling she cant describe. Deep down, Nevada knows its wrong to feel this way but it also it just Damn it all! Frustrated that she cant put it into words, her eyes drank in the sight of her reflection gazing back. Its a girl she doesnt recognize. Nevada prefers having on jeans, for one thing. Usually, she doesnt have so much put on display. And yet she likes it. In this skimpy little outfit, Nevada feels beautiful, powerful confident. Not that she has any issues in that last department. What if I do? Nevada asked all of a sudden, breaking the silence that, for some reason, feels strangely electrified. Heart pounding a little faster than she liked, Nevada met his gaze in the mirror.
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"You do." Alexander affirmed with confidence his eyes never leaving Nevada's as he spoke. "The clothes we were express who we are underneath. Yet at the same time they can hinder our identity." His fingers began to skillfully massage her shoulders, an uncommon ability thought to be unbecoming of the Vice Student President. Easily working what tension was in her body out with each gentle rub and squeeze.
"This feeling inside of you is nothing to be ashamed of, because it gives you power." His lips again trailed closer to her ear. "It gives you power over men, including me. It makes me focus my attention on you and nothing else. Bewitched by the curves of your body, transfixed by the features of your face. " his lips barely grazed her ear. "And I can tell you are not immune to me either." He cooed.
Alexander knew all the telltale signs of Nevada growing more and more affected by his touches. He had not violated the contract in any shape or fashion. Even then, he knew she was perfect for another job he had in mind. She could be the one for a potential roject he had in mind.
"There is something else I will wish to discuss with you later." He spoke, knowing if granted the opportunity Nevada may try to divert his actions to this alternate topic. Which was why it was a good thing his finger trailed up her juglar sensually to keep her distracted. "But first..." his hands trailed down her arms again and intertwined with her own fingers. He was growing bold now, but resisted until he was certain. "May I?" He asked, his voice growing to an intimate whisper as he trailed their conjoined hands along her ribcage. Waiting for permission to touch her body fully.
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I, ah Nevadas thoughts dissipated into smoke, her words trailing off as a purr clawed up the girls throat. Dark brown eyes drifted halfway shut, only slivers of color evident from under long, thick lashes. How is he so damn good at giving a massage? Huh? Arent the rich and powerful supposed to be too busy to indulge in unnecessary endeavors? Or something like that? It certainly didnt take him long to work out the tension in her shoulders, thats all she knows.
Hearing his next words sent a shiver down her spine not only that, but those exact same words teased Nevadas ear, too, just serving to make matters that much worse. In a way, this skimpy little outfit does give her power because it draws the eye, bewitches the mind of men. Nevada didnt expect it to have the same effect on Alexander, though. Hes the Student Vice President. He can get any girl he wants, with a snap of his fingers. Theres no way hes interested in the likes of her right? His lips grazed her ear, causing a surprised little gasp to slip out. Crap.
Of course she aint immune to this! How can any girl be? Nevada fought to swallow past the lump in her throat. Alright, calm down. Take deep breaths. Just when she thought she could pretend like none of this is happening laugh it off,something, Alexander manages to take her breath away. Again!
First-? Nevada murmured, the word thick on her tongue and definitely not the one she meant to throw out there. If anything, she was going to jump all over the change in subject, but of course, she couldnt. Another shiver traveled down her spine. Right after, an electric sort of heat began to take residence in the pit of her stomach full of anticipation and excitement, all rolled into one. Alexander stole her hands, intertwining their fingers together and asked for permission to touch her body. Nevada could hardly believe her ears. Is this really happening? No, a better question to ask: is she really going to go along with this? Licking her lips, Nevada bit the corner of her lip.
This is just impossible. There is no way-
Yes, Nevada breathed on a sigh, halfway expecting for Alexander to jump back, laugh, and rub it in her face that she thought this could actually happen. Oh well. Itll be easy to move on. Long as she avoids him like the plague, that is.
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"Excellent," Alexander huskily purred before his lips again found her skin. Only this time it was her neck, and his teeth scrapped along her flesh. The way he nipped and tugged at her skin was soft and gentle, meant to stimulate pleasure with little pain. As much fun as it would be to leave marks along her neck he was still able to restrain himself. Knowing she may not appreciate such evidence left in his wake just yet.
If any indication this was still just a prank vanished as their combined hands reached just beneath her breasts. There, they parted and each of his large palms grasped her endowments, the line between professional and pleasure was now crossed as he used his new leverage to gently push Nevada back into his embrace. His strong arms were now around her fully, and the entire back of her body was pressed into his, letting her bare skin feel the softness of the silk pants and shirt he wore.
All the while his hands began to play with their new toys, the satisfaction from the shoulder massage earlier was like a mere drop compared to the river of pleasure now. He squeezed and moved each swell of flesh in varying motions beneath the thin fabric obscuring them. At times pushing them together and gently circling her aerolas still concealed.
"Go ahead," Alexander briefly brought his lips up from their conquest their eyes once again locked through the mirror reflection. "Voice your pleasure, this wing is deserted right now." He cooed and as if to spur her on, he pinched her nipples through the satin cloth. Every action he took was careful and caculated as he groped his maid, he was focusing specifically on her pleasure more than his. Watching for the signs that drove her nuts and ensuring she enjoyed herself. That said, having Nevada's glorious butt pressed against his crouch was definitely having an effect on him.
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The husky purr definitely isnt making her heart perform acrobatics inside her rib cage, nope. Again, Alexanders lips found her skin only this time, it just so happened to be along her neck, and his teeth decided to join the party by scraping nipping Nevada trembled, automatically bringing a hand up to keep any embarrassing noises from slipping out. Alright, so this isnt a prank. Apparently. Their combined hands reached just below her breasts and from there, parted ways.
Is this really happening? No. No way. This just This cant be happening. It has to be a dream. No, wait. Theres no way shed be dreaming about her boss. Just theres no way. Nevada had to swallow down a gasp of surprise as his palms his palms found her breasts, playing with em like they are a set of brand-new toys. Ever so gently, Alexander pulled her back into his embrace and now? Its damn near impossible to ignore just how firm his chest is against her back, or or just how strong those arms of his are.
Nevada couldnt stop the soft, thready moan that bubbled up right then. In fact, she didnt even realized she frickin moaned until it was too late. Its too bad that she cant snatch it out of thin air and stuff it back down her throat, or better, turn back the hands of time. A shiver going down her spine, Nevada bit the corner of her lip, just as their eyes met in the mirror. N-No, I I cant she breathed, right as he pinched her nipples. The insubstantial cry bounced off the walls in response.
Every single damn move is carefully calculated. Nevada can tell, because well this is him shes talking about. A hand shoved against her mouth still, it did nothing to suppress the soft, guttural groans, the little whimpers here and there. Little bits of brown tumbled forward, the tips tickling at her flushed cheeks. Nevada forced herself to breathe in, breathe out but it ended up more like panting than anything else. Suffering from the onslaught of pleasure, an ache sinking into the marrow of her bones, Nevada began to squirm unknowingly pressing her glorious butt against his crotch.
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Oh those noises escaping her lips were music to Alexander's ears as his hands remained firmly attached to her breasts. The reflection in the mirror showed every detail of the flush coloring spreading across Nevada's cheeks while the glint in the young man's eyes was shown once they made contact. There was a spark of lust hiding behind his gaze, one that was hungry to devour this girl on the spot. Which was growing more and more with each response his ministrations were producing.
A hand left her breast, and moved upwards, gently placed atop the fist she was using in an attempt to muffle her moans. While his other hand began twisting her nipple, both to further stimulate her and distract her to draw her hand away from her mouth. Their reunited hands traveled back down and now with his atop of hers, Alexander was setting a pace for Nevada to play with her own breast.
"That's it..." he cooed his lips once again whispering dark desires into her ear. His free hand releasing its grasp to help brush several strands of her hair away. "But why stop here? Why not do more? You want more now don't you? How often does someone even think of you like this?" he asked as his hand found the knot keeping the top portion of her outfit together.
"May I?" he asked, his fingers gently pulling at the knot but not undoing it. He was the dominant power in this moment of impulsive lust, but there was something more alluring about gaining a person's consent than just outright force. Even if he was making her grope herself now and asking if he could strip her, he gave her the option to call it off. Even if he was certain she would be interested in going further.
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Aah~ Is this really happening? Are those noises really coming out of her mouth? Nevada can hardly believe it. If she didnt know any better, shed swear up and down that this was just an elaborate dream but then, if thats the case why is he playing the starring role? Dont get her wrong, Alexander is pretty handsome its just itd be easier to picture anybody elsebuthim. Finally noticing the hungry glint in the young mans eyes, one that spoke volumes about the lust he himself is feeling, Nevada fought the urge to hide her red face from view.
No, dont-! Alexanders touch was gentle, and yet oddly persuasive in guiding her hand away. It didnt exactly help that he twisted her nipple right then, distracting her. Their joined hands traveled back down only for the palm of hers to end up cradling her breast, with his setting the pace. Nevada licked at her dry lips, just to bite at the corner. A shiver went down her spine at the dark desires teasing at her ear.
Huh? Is he suggesting that they-? Her heart decided to skip a beat, just to flutter. Damn it all! Nevada needs to get her head screwed on straight, otherwise A soft whimper bubbled up her throat, without her permission, as if to protest the idea. The tips of her ears burning, Nevada lifted her dark brown eyes looking deep into the pair gazing back at her, even if it is just a reflection.
Yes, Nevada found herself breathing. It happened between one heartbeat and the next. It just sort of slipped out on a sigh. It was almost a plea for more of what he has to offer. Ah The light red darkening now as she realized that shes basically admitted to wanting more, and giving him permission to take off the skimpy maid outfit, Nevada avoided his gaze then. You You can she grumbled next, cringing in embarrassment. Oh God. Can she dig a hole and hide in it for the rest of her life? Is that even an option?
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"Good." The growl was hungry as the wolf was ready to devour his rabbit on the spot. The knot holding the cloth to the back of her neck was pulled loose in a slow tantalizing motion. "Don't stress over details..." he continued as the straps came loose. The top of the apron hanging lopsided due to their combined hand pinning it in place. "There don't have to be strings. Only pleasure." the free hand ran along the exposed skin of her side. Faint circles being drawn along her hip as his tongue flicked her earlobe once more. The hand moved to her waist where the final knot holding the ensemble together remained. A single cord keeping Nevada from nudity, now threatened as his fingers hooked under it at first to continue his teasing instead of untying it.
"How does my naughty little maid want to sake her lust? How can her master help her act on this heat growing in her body? Let your mind turn to those thoughts Nevada. Every desire, every secret sexual urge, and need." As he spoke he covertly finished undoing the final thread of modesty. Now all that held the outfit up was the hand on her breast as his hand had already departed. That hand fondling herself was all that kept her from being completely naked. "Drop it, and face me Nevada. I have helped you undress...now touch and strip me." he commanded. How greatly he wanted to feel this, his emotions had become so dull in the last several years it was difficult to even act as if he was still feeling them. However right now Nevada sparked what had the potential to be a fire within him. She had given him consent, and made it clear she was wanting more. All the remained now was for her to take action.
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Dont stress the details? How does he expect her to dothat?!How can there be no strings attached? Every breath ripping through her lungs, tearing em to shreds, Nevada is having tons of trouble putting two and two together. Okay, so obviously, she knows what the hells going on, but how is she supposed to process it? There just aint no way Alexander Avery is interested in the likes of her. Dont get her wrong, she isnt bad-looking, but she isnt the prettiest girl thats graced Honnouji Academys halls. No, that title belongs to some other girl. Its just Its really frickin hard to believe that Alexander wants anything to do with her. A shiver went down her spine all over again, making her toes curl as his fingers began to idly draw circles along her hip his tongue playing with her earlobe. Nevadas thoughts fractured and fell apart, practically melting out of her ears into a puddle on the floor.
Alright, Nevada admits it: she wants more of this. Only problem is? Not once has she ever thought of doing anything remotely close to what they might or might not do. In other words, Nevada doesnt have any secret sexual desires buried in her heart, or any idea what to do. Its embarrassing as it is, exposing herself like this to him. Alexanders touch has started something here and now, shes burning up. Its like her blood isnt blood anymore, but lava, flowing through her veins, setting fire to anything and everything. It doesnt really help that theres a constant throbbing going on between her legs. A frustrated groan bubbling up her throat, Nevadas dark brown eyes met his in the mirror. Is this really happening? It feels like any moment, shes going to wake up just to realize it was nothing more than a dream. Its weird, though. Nevadas not the sort of girl to give in to anyone but just this once, she wants to.
Her face bright red at this point, she had to swallow past the lump in her throat. Ever so slowly, Nevadas fingers uncurled from the fabric hiding part of her body from view, preserving what little modesty she has left, red and black pooling onto the floor. Okay. Now what? Oh, right: face him. Touch. Strip him. Just the very thought is making her squirm. Can she even get through this with a straight face? Probably not. Still. Nevada bit the corner of her lip, fighting against the need to cover her breasts, and, robotically, turned to face him. Deep down, she wants this more than anything but its just hard to go after what she wants. No, its not just hard, its damn near impossible. Her fingers found the knot of his tie without any trouble, loosening it slowly. Is this all a sick, twisted joke? Is somebody going to waltz out with a camera, laughing at the face of her humiliation. Nevada fought with the buttons of his shirt next, so nervous, she couldnt look at him. Nope. No way. Its just so much easier to focus on the task at hand.
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While the view had been pleasant before, Alexander would not deny seeing Nevada completely bare was truly magnificent. Something made better by the certainty he was the first man to see her naked body like this. The deep shade of red on her face, and the body language all pointed to signs of a girl uncertain in her movements in this situation. Clumsily undoing the buttons to his shirt as more and more of his own skin came into view. He had every reason to believe if this was the first time she was ever touched like this, then it was the first time she was going to see a man naked as well. Maybe it was Alexander's own vanity and ego at play, but he felt she wouldn't be disappointed by his physique as the shirt slid off his shoulders.
He was built strong, he had been raised in the States and was trained a military school. It came with the turf to be conditioned as a soldier meant to infiltrate other schools. Even now being the Student Vice President at another, he had not forgone keeping himself in shape should the need ever arise. It would be foolish to think he was untouchable by Honnuji's extensive list of enemies after all...however in this situation, he was more than willing for hands on contact. Once his arms were free of his dress shirt, they briefly grasped Nevada's hands delicately and placed them along his torso. Ever so slowly pulling them down to let her feel each dip in his skin formed from the muscles that adorned him. He had been greedy in feeling her curves and making her succumb to it. Now he was going to seduce her with his own body.
After the brief unspoken encouragement to proceed, his hands left hers once more.
It was fortunate he hadn't chosen to put on a belt yet when he went on this impulse of taking his maid in this fashion. Once his pants were undone his impatience got the better of him. His fingers gently gripped her chin, tilting her eyes back up to meet his own. Letting his hungry and aroused gaze stare into her delicious chocolate like eyes. Their lips mere inches apart as he towered over her, filling her visage with his appearance entirely She was nervous and in need of guidance right now, a perfect situation for someone like him who felt an attraction to this girl.
"Relax and enjoy." He whispered briefly drawing closer before pulling back again, like a snake charmer enticing its prey with his music. "Your pleasure is just as important as mine." then his lips pressed against hers, a hand snaking around her waist to pull her against him. He was only clad in his boxers now, but the amount of skin on skin contact was extensive and powerful as she could feel the heat he radiated while his arousal was clear between his legs. A hand moved to the back of her head, running through her curly locks. While his lips parted, allowing Nevada to fill his tongue attempting to probe into her mouth and continue his subtle yet persuasive dominance.
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Nevada just about had to swallow her heart, since it leapt up into her throat and almost broke free. Needless to say it wouldnt be very attractive if it decided to flop out onto the floor, right on top of his fancy shoes. Yeah... no. It definitely wouldnt be. Wait. Hold it. Is her face melting off? It kinda feels that way. Nevadas halfway tempted to hide her face, but how can she? Alexander has taken her hands captive and it might be gently, but its not like Any thought of escaping this awkward situation sort of melted out of her ears, her eyes drinking in the sight of all that muscle. Her hands were a little busy admiring the play of masculine power up close and personal not that she was complaining or anything, its just its a little hard to think straight.
It happened between one heartbeat and the next. Nevadas chin was brought up, her eyes made to look into his and well, it wasnt hard to see the hunger just lying beneath the surface. It was doing funny things to her heart, shell say that much. Just a handful of inches separated their lips as he towered over her exerting a quiet dominance that, quite frankly, is sexy as hell. Relax? How the hell is she supposed to do that? Its not exactly easy to relax-! Nevadas breath was stolen the moment his lips pressed against her, and in that instant her knees went weak. Yeah. Apparently, shes that pathetic. Anyway Nevada had to hold onto his arms, otherwise shed fall over right then and there. A jolt of something or another went down her spine, only serving to set fire to whatever common sense shes got left. Normally Nevada wouldnt dive head-first into something this reckless alright, yeah, she would, but this is totally different.
Hey! Nevada doesnt just fall into bed with anybody! If it counts this will be the first time.
As embarrassing as it sounds, Nevadawantsto rip his clothes off. All the skin contact is making her dizzy, and the kisses are. surprisingly intoxicating. Its almost like downing a whole bottle of vodka or something not that she knows anything about alcohol. Nope, she vowed never to touch the stuff. Mommy Dearest has always been a shining examplenotto. Its just that Its what shed imagine it to be like? Nevada fought to swallow down a moan, only it didnt work. Is he impatient? It sort of feels that way not that shes got any objections, its just its kinda arousing in of itself. Heat licked at her face all over again, but this time she didnt pay it a lick of attention.
Mm Nevada held onto his arms while his tongue proved at her lips, asking for entrance into her mouth. Their tongues began to dance together, hers hesitantly, his with experience and intent. Her hands wrapped around him, nails scraping against the small of his back. Its Its only fair if theyre both naked, right? Nevada cant be the only one. Itll require every ounce of courage shes got left, and yet Nevada swallowed down her pride, and reached a hand down just to tug at the hem of his boxers. Its a subtle hint. Its not slutty or anything its just a clear indication of what she wants. Its not like hes pushing her away, either. In fact, hes the one who started this whole thing!
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Alexander more than enjoyed how Nevada was initially cautious as their tongues danced with one another. She had such a fiery personality but this showed just how much more exists beneath those impressive flames. He had been trained in seduction as part of his tutelage as an infiltration agent, it helped understanding how to set the mood in this moment. The ways she moaned into their kiss showed her own enjoyment as her mind kept trying to resist or process how she found herself into this.
Yet now his methods had thrown enough wood on the fire. Excitement surged through him when he felt her hands move to his back. The way her nails dragged along his skin sent sparks along his spine, but didn't break skin. Not that he would've minded regardless, he enjoyed some pain mixed with pleasure. Agression in the bedroom was always a big turn on for him. Yet he didn't care in the moment as he felt Nevada's hand move to the last article of clothing she wore. He was actually impressed she moved of her own volition in the moment.
Who was he to deny a woman what she requested?
Still entwined with her, he moved them until Nevada would feel the edge of his desk against her back. With a displayof strength, he hoisted her up ontop of it -grateful it was clear of anything at the moment- and continued his passionate lip lock with her for a moment longer before separating. A brief trail of saliva left behind before he pulled back. Revealing that somewhere in the process of relocating he had indeed discarded his underwear. She would see him entirely and the throbbing erection he was now sporting as his eyes remained locked on her.
For a moment he let her admire his manhood, letting the thought sink in she would soon have it inside of her. But not yet, she was becoming ensnared and he intend to have her fully captured before he claimed her. So long as he eventually showed up at the party they wouldn't care how long it took.
Leaning forward again, his lips found her jugular first. Planting the most tentative of kisses there, and then another below that one, and another...a trail of them descending down between her cleavage, her stomach...and then even lower. Soon his hands were on her thighs spreading them so tantalizingly slow while he made his descent to between them. He said her pleasure was just as important as his own, and he was going to make good on his word. Especially when he was certain now this was going to be the first time she also had someone use their tongue in a far more intimate manner. Without pause, she would feel his tongue delve into her most sensitive area moving about that would bring sensations she probably would have never felt were possible before. All the while his ears remained open, ready, expecting a new plethora of noises escape in comparison to his stimulation from before.
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Anticipation leapt through her, heat crackling just underneath her skin as he moved them to where, exactly? Its not like she can break free of the kiss and find out. Nevada felt something hard, unforgiving, press against her back, but it wasnt until he hoisted her up on top of it that she realized that it was his desk. Alexander pulled away right about then robbing her of oxygen, and revealing that he ditched his boxers somewhere between Point A and Point B. A dark red blush licked at her features all over again once she found herself staring atit.
Damn. Just damn. Its more than a little intimidating, the idea of having it inside of her. Nevadas liable to break, if they try! Maybe this isnt such a good idea after all A hand came up, in order to press back against his chest, to try and talk some sense into him, put a stop to things, all of the above only, he didnt really let her. Nope. Liquid heat shot down her spine as he leaned in to press feather-like kisses, to her jugular of all places, one after the other. It felt better than she ever thought it would, shell admit that much. Nevada held onto the desk, feeling as if her bones are melting from the inside out.
Isn't it kinda like prey exposing their throat to the predator? In a way?
Oh well. Anyway A tremor passed through her when his lips began to trail south, between her breasts, down her stomach and even lower. Nevada brought a hand up to her mouth, out of some sort of instinct to suppress any embarrassing noises that might spill out. Pink darkened to red along her cheeks, even burning the tips of her ears at this point. It feels like fire is crackling just under her skin, as if its replaced her blood and it sort of feels like shes got electricity jolting through her, too. Crazy, right? Nevada shivered as his hands spread her thighs wider, gently and tantalizingly slow, halfway tempted to close her legs right then and there.
An eye cracked open to see what hes up to, just to widen as he went downthere,not hesitating whatsoever. His tongue dove right in, and Nevada couldnt help but tense all over, or the guttural groan that bubbled up. Never, not in a million years could she have seen this happening, or imagined what this would feel like. Its incredible.
How can it feel this good? Is this the reason why girls like to chat about this sort of thing in secret? Nevadas never been the gossiping kind of girl, but now she can see why others might, at least about this. Hell! Her toes are curling and she thought that was just something youd read in cheesy romance novels. Her breasts rising and falling with every pants, Nevada whimpered, trembling underneath his while squirming the tiniest bit. Hows she supposed to handle this-? It feels so good, and yet she feels like shell fall apart at the seams if he keeps it up. A few threads of dark brown brushed against her flushed cheeks, bringing out the red that had painted the skin, the dark brown of her eyes. Nevada pressed her hand harder against her mouth, fighting to swallow down another moan. Fuck-! Its impossible to think straight. Her other arm went to press over her breasts, as if to hide her body from view.