The Black Cat

In 4 parts, by RachaelJane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 16: An evening with Paulo

Of

course I should have realized that there is an ulterior motive to his

request. But I'm a willing participant to his brilliant scheme, even if

technically I'm the victim. The lively dance music is sensuous and our

bodies are almost constantly in contact. I'm not sure if it the desire

building inside me or the strenuous activity that is making my clothes

stick to me. Our bodies are glistening with sweat and the effect is

driving me wild.

As

the dance progresses our bodies seem to come into contact more and more

until we are moving like a single being. When the music ends I don't

want to part. But the dancing is only the first stage of Paulo's

seduction.

"We

need a shower," he says, taking my hand and escorting me from the room.

I don't make any effort to resist, even though I know he means for us

to share a shower. In fact, far from resist I feel a tremor of desire at

the prospect.

I'm

neither mistaken nor disappointed in Paulo's plan. I've never showered

with another person before, let alone a virile young man whose motives

are as plain as day. I follow his lead and we undress each other. That

act alone arouses me even more. Then we enter the cubicle and Paulo sets

the buttons to start the water. I don't know if these showers are

programmed to cater for a shower for two, but everything about it is

wonderful.

When

Paulo starts soaping me I practically explode with desire as his hands

work their dastardly deed. He kisses me and knows he has me where he

wants me. Or so he thinks. I'm still in control of some of my emotions

and manage to achieve the same sort of response from him as my hands

work on his body. It's a challenge both of us do our best to win. His

hands work wonders between my legs, while I soon have his cock eager for

more of my attentions. Who can be first to push the other into an

orgasm? I've the advantage of my gender and can hide an orgasm. But for

Paulo, the evidence of my claimed victory is obvious, whereas I secretly

know Paulo won in reality.

The

shower program ends after about fifteen minutes. We are definitely

clean and no trace remains of the effects from our dancing or from our

water games. For the moment our lust is sated. But not for long. Neither

of us bother to dress and I know full well what awaits me beyond the

door opposite the one we entered.

"Ready?" asks Paulo.

"Yes, I'm ready," I reply, taking the opportunity to kiss him.

Paulo

lifts me up and carries me into the suite's bedroom. We have nearly

four hours before the sensible part of my mind is needed again. Chloe is

due to return at 2am and I need to be back in my dormitory by then if I

want to avoid a confrontation. Given her actions last night, I'm not

going to give her another opportunity to sabotage my chances in the

Argonaut. However, between now and then I intend to explore all the

opportunities this night presents. I was a shy and inexperienced maiden

when I arrived yesterday. I shall not be leaving in the same state.

To

describe the next four hours as sensational or wonderful barely does

justice to the emotions Paulo drew from me. Or to the emotions I clearly

drew from him. I lost count of the number of times we fucked, each time

in a different position. Had circumstances been different I'm sure we

would have a longer term relationship. Perhaps one involving genuine

love for each other. But we both know that isn't likely to be.

Sensible

Jasmine rejoins me with twenty minutes to spare before my imposed

deadline. I'm glad Paulo doesn't resist my move to leave. If he held me

back I'm certain I would risk Chloe's wrath for another half hour with

Paulo. I've no idea what she has been up to with Sarah tonight, and to

be honest, I don't care. But Chloe left me in no doubt she that intends

to eliminate me from the Argonaut given the slightest opportunity. An

impression neither Paulo nor Cassius have done anything to dispel.

With a final kiss and a sorrowful farewell, I enter the elevator with the most wonderful memories of tonight.

Despite

it being after 2 o'clock in the morning, I find Harper standing in the

corridor outside our dormitory when I arrive. He's remarkably sober for

this time of night, but he practically falls over in surprise when he

sees me.

"What are you doing here?" says Harper, as he recovers from his shock.

"This is my quarters," I reply, slightly annoyed he is questioning me like this.

"That's not what I mean. If you are out here, then who is the girl with Patrick in our dormitory?"

I'd forgotten about Sheba. She and Patrick must have hit it off alright if she is still here.

"Um;

It's probably Sheba," I reply to Harper's question. "I met her earlier

tonight and introduced her to Patrick. They must have discovered they

have a lot in common."

"And who is Sheba?”

"She's

the daughter of some Argon bigwig. She was heading for the party on the

top floor when I realized Patrick might be the sort of company she was

really wanting."

"Hmmm;

I suspect there's more to this than you are telling me," adds Harper.

"But well done on finding Patrick a potential benefactor. I don't

suppose you rustled up a benefactor for yourself in the process?"

"Ah!

Yes, I do believe I have," I reply, remembering I put Sarah's business

card in my pocket. "Her name is Sarah. She said she wanted to me to

contact her if I'm a winner of the Argonaut."

Harper looks at Sarah's card; the one which contains nothing but a picture of a black cat. He suddenly goes very serious.

"And

just how did you meet this Sarah of yours, sweetheart? You weren't

supposed to leave the building tonight. The employees of Le Chat Noir

don't do house calls."