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The New Neighbor (Warikamen and Yoshie)

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Ben was walking back to his run down frat house after finishing his basketball practice. He had only gotten into the local university because he was good enough to earn himself a scholarship, he had never tried hard enough at school to get good grades. Hell, he never tried hard enough at basketball to make sure his team won. The only thing that really ever seemed to motivate him was the attention playing basketball got him. He loved knowing that everyone had their eyes glued to him, that he was the center of attention and envy. Yet recently he had started to find it all a little too easy. He was a sophomore now, and had been to enough parties and fucked enough sorority girls to find his current lifestyle a bit too repetitive.

That is why he knew he needed a change. He needed something that would actually challenge him for once. He was so wrapped up in this thought that he didn't even notice the cardboard boxes that were stacked up outside of his neighbors house. His school was fairly large and was smack down in the center of the local town. It was only natural that college students and locals would live side by side when the rent was so cheap. He scanned the boxes and was glad to see that there were no toys or anything indicating that a family would move in next door. The last thing he needed right now was someone to tell him to be quite or prevent him from having fun. Part of him was actually curious as to who would be moving in at a time like this. It wasn't too late in the semester for a student to transfer, and if this person was a student, maybe they would turn out to be a new attractive girl that he could fool around with.

A smile creeped to his face at this new thought, and he quickly turned down the small concrete path too the new house. He was still wearing his black baggy basketball shorts. They had a gold stripe running up the sides of both of his legs, and his team logo of a falcon was on the right side of his pants in the middle of the stripe. He had taken off his number 15 jersey and was only wearing a white muscle shirt now that was still drying up from the practice. Of course he had put on deodorant but maybe it would have been best to shower first, instead of coming over with his red hair falling all over the place and his glasses slightly off center. He rang the door bell once, before leaning back and waiting, hoping that his luck would start to change with whoever was behind that door.
 
RE: The New Neighbor

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5 bedrooms 3½ bathroom, two car garage town-home. No children, a butler whom everyone thinks is her husband and money in the bank. She was an upstanding citizen, paid her mortgage, car note and taxes on time. Tall, reaching 5’ 10 in height and that was without heels on; long black onyx hair, gold eyes, her original eye color was red. No one really saw her with gold eyes, she had retired them back then when she was Yellow Diamond. Yes, she was known for those bright gold orbs of lust. One stare would have a man on his knees worshiping that hourglass figure of hers. She was a dominatrix able to bend any man to her will and if looks could kill she’d been on death row.

She owned a Rolls Royce, she was a retired sensai and she held herself well. At the age of 33 she was in her prime, she had money in the bank, she had power from every committee in the community and she had the respect of the whole city. She loved where she lived, the people where friendly, the atmosphere was positive and the best part was, no one knew her secret. Behind this passive, play by the rules exterior was a black panther, a rebel, a temptress who’s only goal is to make you come and come some more. She was an Amazon goddess, her long legs led up to her thighs and those hips of hers, a man could get lost in those hips as soon as he could stop staring at the eyes. Her past was what she was running from, she was a porn star, and not just one of those regular run-of-the-mills go go girls, no she was bigger than Karen Stephens.

Her videos were never nasty or distasteful. They were just the opposite; she brought out a certain sophistication to the adult entertainment industry, only dealing with those who had fame, fortune, something to offer her in turn for her services. Back then it was a living, a means to make money, a means to keep change in her pocket and not nickel and dimes either. A stack was her spending money for the weekend and it wasn’t just on her Johnnie Walker Blue label either, although the car and bar stayed full of the Scotch Whiskey.

She was coming from one of the meetings for Neighborhood watch, one of the old ladies from the committee Mrs. Jones had been complaining about the streets were not safe. She apparently watched too much television seeing as the only thing their community was plagued with was paranoid people like herself. Nothing bad ever happened in this small town. They recycled every Wednesday trash went out every Friday. The streets were clean, the houses were clean, and people came and went as they pleased. No one questioned anything that was out of the confines of their little gated community, nothing that would lead to suspicion of Winry Seduction.

A little while into her glass of Johnnie Walker Red Winry heard a knock at the door. Grabbing her glass after changing into something a little bit comfortable her head tilted toward the door, she wasn’t expecting company this late, then again Winry never had company, with work and all she was always busy, no time for visitors. She got up with her glass in her hand and opened the door. She was wearing a lilac colored see-though night gown that barely covered her thighs. If she would bend over one would see her matching thongs. There was a man standing there, a boy rather she looked upon him and her eyebrows rose. She leaned on the edge of the door with her hand extended.

“Yes Innocent… how may I be of service?”
 
RE: The New Neighbor

Despite having just pictured finding a beautiful woman at the house, this woman still floored him and left him speechless. Not only did she have the perfect figure, but she was not even showing any desire to hide it from him. His eyes betrayed him as they quickly looked her up and down before his tongue finally decided it could work again and he said, "I am sure there are quite a few ways that you could be of service to me, but in fact I am here to help you. At least, to see if you need help." His usual confident smile took a bit longer to show up on his face now. She had called him innocent, something he did not quite understand yet but instead decided to put in the back of his mind as he said. "My name is Ben, I am just here to see what I can do to make my new neighbor feel more welcome and at home here."

Ben reached out his hand, taking hers and giving it a light squeeze before he let go and rested his arm against the door frame. With a sight like this he would use any excuse to get to stay a few seconds longer. There was something about her that seemed familiar to him, it might have just been her beauty, but he thought he did recognize her from something. "May I ask your name then?" He paused here and noticed the glass in her hand, "And maybe see if you would want to have someone to drink with, I am sure I could keep up with you." He gave her a playful wink. He was 20 years old but his fake said that he was easily 26.
 
Winry stared blankly at him. Scoffing she held the glass up to her lips while giving him the once over. Normally she would not have allowed such foolishness to grace her presence but again, she was playing the passive role and she didn’t want any other upstanding citizen to see her let a young man in her house nor what she was wearing. It would not be a good look and surely there will be questions in the morning and the people she’d have to answer to… she shook those thoughts out of her head and saw that he was checking her out. It dawned on her that he made a comment about her Johnnie Walker and she grabbed his baby face and with a poisonous tongue her words would cut him. He would learn quickly what rejection was like.

“Look Innocent; that fake I.D shit can fool any of those other foolhardy people… but where I am from you’d never get past the red rope.” Winry was referring to her Club Temptation. She took pride in telling people ‘No’ there. He’d be no different.

Clank, Clank, Clank

The ice went in her glass; she sighed looking at the brown liquid in her glass. Those red eyes glaring at him as she held the liquid up to her nose and sniffing first and then proceeded to sip painstakingly slow to gather her thoughts.

“How old are you Innocent?”

She began.

“You don’t look stupid Innocent.” She leaned forward just a bit. “Cut the crap boy! Anyone from miles could see you are another jock trying to get his dick wet. Well…Innocent; you are out of your league on this one. What have you to offer? See girls your age want men like you for bragging rights, eye candy and something to talk about when they are on the phone with their friends. When you’re dealing with a woman. Especially one of my stature; you need Money. You need Respect. You need… Power!” She crossed her legs right over left; her drink in her left hand while flipping her hair with the right.

“Come back when you have at least one of those things… maybe then I’ll sleep with you.”

She turned completely around to give him a little show. A fiery tease of what he’ll never get. The lilac lingerie hugging her round hips and ass, her breasts bounced as she turned and those eyes, those red eyes of hers could cut daggers.
 
Ben prided himself on being able to read people's emotions. It was one of the few things he was good at, and it was why up until now he had such success with women. However, when he looked into this woman's eyes all he saw was distain. He did not flinch at this, for him seeing a woman look down on him was nothing new. He was practically a joke in certain circles, but in the end he still managed to get what he wanted. So when she ripped into him he did not back down, instead his smile only grew.

So I guess we will not be on first name basis then. He thought as she called him innocent yet again. He did cock an eyebrow at the mention of a red rope. His imagination immediately brought him to a strip joint, and he was sure he was not too far off from the real thing. Ben had half a mind to ask her where she was from, but he knew that if he didn't get her name he would clearly not get the name of the place she worked.

So when she asked how old he was he already knew that telling her the truth was going to be the wrong thing to do. He could tell that she usually got what she wanted, and he admitted, if that meant sleeping with her, he would probably eventually give in as well. Instead, he put on his smile again and said,

"I am old enough to pass for 21 but still not old enough to get away without a fake." Ben gave a fake shrug as if to apologize for that fact but she had went into a rant that he was actually interested in this time. She was calling him out now, but not slamming the door in his face. Instead she was telling him exactly what he needed to get her.

The next smile he dawned was real, sure what she said he needed seemed vague at best and impossible at worst, but it was a list. Money, Respect, and Power eh? He knew he had one of those already, hell all of it in his own personal world. But he doubted that the respect of college students and the power at a university fully counted. So before she turned away he said, "Yes ma'am. I look forward to getting inside of you very soon then."

Ben saw no need to walk away until the door was closed. She sure did have an amazing body and he did not want to cut the show off a second before he had to. When she finally slammed the door he turned and headed back to his apartment. Ben knew he had money, the question was is how to show it. Flashing a wad of cash and saying "So will you fuck me now." would have not gone over so well. Instead he knew he would have to be a bit more classy. Maybe he could find out where she worked, showing up there with some more money could get him somewhere.
 
The next day, Winry was on her way to work. It was late in the day. Probably around 2pm. She locks the door and bends over to pick up her suitcase. Heading to her black Rolls Royce her hips swaying, enticing all that would be in her path. She turned the key to enter purposely jiggling her ass in the process and heading into town.
Another day, another dollar in Winry’s book, it was Friday one of the busiest days out of the week besides Saturday and it was also a pay day so her little workers bees were seemingly on their best behavior. She had come in early tonight to do the usual, sign checks, hand them out and in turn get them back. You see Temptation wasn’t just some shaggy nightclub. It, for her was a very classy establishment.

It was her baby, her pride and joy and she took care of it as such. Customers always came first, drinks occasionally free and sometimes there were even music requests. The front, sides, and back doors all had security, tight wired and anyone who didn’t have an I.D didn’t get in, female or male, there were no exceptions and therefore there were little to no mistakes. A clean person has the ability to run a clean establishment. However, sometimes good actions are paid with bad rewards.

Seduction watched everything like a hawk, cameras here, computers and walkie-talkies there. She had the best surveillance due to one of the Bouncers being a tech savvy geek behind bars. She would have cameras in the stalls if it were not illegal to do so. So the bathroom was off limits to her eyes, some of the clientele knew this and took whole advantage of it. She didn’t mind them fucking in the bathrooms or the sex messages, strippers doing extra things for money on the side on their time, but on her time their money was her money and there were two things Seduction did not take kindly to, wasting her time and stealing her money. Both went hand in hand, your time was her money and her patience was your money. Patience, something Winry didn’t possess. Shifting in her seat she wondered how she’d get through this day.
 
Winry was not someone who blended into the crowd. So once Ben got home he started looking into her, and sure enough making a few calls around town had gotten him all of the information he needed to find out exactly who she was and where she worked. Temptation, one of the best strip clubs in the entire area, was a place had yet to go to. It wasn't that he didn't think he could get in even with the tighter security. But up until now he had seen no reason to have to pay for a strip tease, he had the girls on campus to give him one for free. Of course, none of them had a body like Winry. So despite telling himself he would never pay for it, Ben found himself heading down to the strip club that Friday. It would have been nice to say that he happened to go down there the same time she was at the club by chance, but Ben found it too hard to keep from staring at her.

So when she made her way out to her car he found himself looking out of his roadside window, staring at her ass and picturing how it would feel when he finally got to take her as his own. He waited until she had left before heading down to the street and walking across it to the house at the end of the block. Ben came from money, but he did not want everyone on campus to know it. Up until now he had done fine getting girls on his own without throwing cash at them, so why risk knowing that they were more after his money than him.

Parked in front of his neighbors house was a silver Bently Azure. It was a birthday present from his father when he turned 18, but the car was designed for a man in his 30s. Hence why no one ever wondered why it was parked in front of a family's house and not his own. Ben hopped in the car, turning on the ignition and driving his way down to the club. When he parked the car he got out and looked up at the security camera. The place was like a bank, both in its security and how much money it made. Today Ben had actually dressed up for the occasion. He had on a black silk suit that fit well to his muscled form. He had a blood red button up shirt with a gold tie on, figuring that standing out would be one of the best ways to get her attention anyways.

As Ben approached the door and the bouncer he pulled out his fake and handed it to the man. He knew it would pass a regular ID scanner but as he looked up at the second camera he also knew that she could turn him away just as easily. So he stared into the camera, daring her to turn away this much potential money.
 
As she sat there writing out checks and flexing her hand because she caught hand cramps, there was a knock on her door. She opened the door and it was one of her bouncers.

“There better be a fire… or someone better be dead… what the hell do you want?”

“Mistress… there is someone I believe that is here to see you…”

Winry glared at The Bouncer. Her red eyes beaming at her with confusion. “And how do you know that they are here for me?”

The Bouncer stammered. She hated disturbing her Mistress. “Mistress… He stared directly in the camera as if challenging us to deny him access; with his fucking fake I.D---”

Fake I.D. It was all coming back to Winry. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“That bastard… he followed me.” She said putting back on her high heels.

“Mistress… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like…? I am going outside.”

“But you never step foot out of the Skybox.”

“Yes; you said he was here for me right? We always give our customers what they ask for right?”

“This is Temptation.”

“And that is exactly what he is gonna get!”

Winry said as she moved down the silver spiral staircase and past the velvet red doors to the outside.

As soon as those 8” heels touched the pavement people made way, including the bouncer who was directing the line. She folded her arms and placed them under her chest purposely making her breasts stand out and in his face. Those red eyes staring at him up and down; eyebrows raised she said out the side of her face.

“You requested The Mistress…? Ask and you shall receive. That is the rule of Temptation.”
 
Ben smirked at the bouncer during the awkward conversation with Winry. Clearly his fake was not good enough but that didn't seem to matter. The more annoyed and confused the bouncer got the broader his smile became. He cocked his head when the bouncer said that was temptation, it sounded like a sign of defeat, and sure enough out Winry came just a few minutes after that. Ben looked her over again, his confidence only growing as he said, "I love the rules of your establishment already. So is it really whatever I request, because there are a few things that I would love to try out with you."

Despite her rules he knew that he was still technically not inside of the club just yet, so he still had a long way to go to get what he wanted. "Well Temptress, I am here and if I still don't have your respect, at least I brought enough money to at least peak your interest." He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a thick money clip full of 50 and 100 dollar bills. He thumbed through it once just to show her the cash to make her know that he was not bluffing on this. Of course he had more in his wallet, but if he didn't need to waist all of his money on her then he wouldn't. Ben looked into Winry's eyes, he liked this woman for more than her body, she was a challenge, and he wanted to prove that he was worthy, if not better than her.

"So what do you say Temptress, why not join me for a few drinks, show me why your club is the best around, and then we will see what else the night has to offer." He figured sticking with Temptress would be good enough, she never used his real name why should he use hers. He then glanced back over at the bouncer before saying, "So, you gonna let me in then, or is money not as important to you as you first claimed?"
 
She figured that since she was out here and everyone was looking at them; why not make a scene. She smirked and grabbed him by the collar.

“You will address me as Mistress!” She commanded. “I will be your tour guide for this evening.” She said lustfully. In the distance you heard groans and sighs in the background.

“He must have money… the Head Mistress came out to personally invite him in!” One girl said.

She moved the crowd but the Bouncer was reluctant to move and in doing so her ass brushed against his dick as she was trying to get in. Once the Bouncer moved she escorted him to the bar area.

“Of course this is our bar. We have a wide selection of beers, wines, scotches and whiskey both imported and made here in the United States. I’m going to need a drink to continue this…” She flagged the bartender and he quickly poured her a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue label.

“Here you go Miss Seduction…”

Winry glared at him.

“I-I-I mean Mistress…” The bartender looked at Ben and asked. “A-And for you sir?”

She was hoping that he didn’t hear that as she had not asked his name nor did she give hers. But alas she figured that he was at her establishment so he would hear her name at least once. She scoffed as she inspected the glass she was given.
 
Ben smirked back at the Bouncer, giving her a wink after she ground her ass against him. He doubted it was done for his benefit but he didn't need to show her that. Instead he turned his focus back to Winry, following the sway of her hips until they reached the bar. Winry of course ordered one of the most expensive drinks, well he had expected that. He was tempted to copy her, but then again that would not show any originality and would just make him a walking ATM card to her. So instead he quickly glanced over the selection before saying, "I will take a Johnnie Walker Gold label." He sat down next to Winry and said. "So Mistress, what does your club have to offer me then?" He stared directly into her eyes before saying, "I am sure you have beautiful women, but I didn't come here for just any woman, you should know that. And if I am forced to address you as Mistress I will hopefully be rewarded for it in some way."

When the drinks came he took his and raised his glass and said, "To a night neither of us will forget, and hopefully neither of us will regret." He smirked before taking a sip, it was good and there was no need to rush a drink like this. He placed it back on the counter before turning to her, it was her turn to make the next move.
 
She peered at him as he ordered the Gold Label. She rarely ordered this drink unless she is on an ego trip. She smirked. She knew what game he was playing. Gold label was just as expensive as Blue label but the taste was rich and gluttonous. A drink you can lose yourself in. She took the glass in her left hand and sipped. She placed her hand on his thigh.

“I know what you think you are doing Innocent… It’s not going to work here. I have the best, voluptuous, tasteful and pleasant females this here state has to offer. I control the smoothest alcoholic beverages this side of the Mississippi. I own the hottest nightclub… so Innocent my ego… is bigger than yours.” She moved her hand to the high part of his thigh and then stopped. “Pick up your drink… we are going to the dancefloor.”
 
He took a deep sip of his drink now, finishing up to half of it as he listened to how amazing her club was. "No one is saying your place isn't amazing." He said, his hand went to rest on her hand, guiding it a bit further up his leg to show her her teasing would not throw him off. Of course that was not to say that it didn't make him hard, he could feel his erection pressed firmly up against his pants, and he knew that she would be able to see the large bulge. Despite this Ben continued as if nothing was happening, "But I don't want the other women in your club, I want you, and if you aren't on the table, then your club doesn't have what I need."

He found himself nodding towards her when she told him to grab his drink, she did have an inexplicable way of commanding him without him noticing it. Still he grabbed his drink and stood up, taking her hand in his without asking and walking with her side by side to the dance floor. He was sure she would want to take the lead but instead he waited until they were near the center before he gave her a quick spin by the hand, placing her well curved ass right up against his hips to let her feel his excitement pressed against her. Ben began to grind with the music, his hand letting go of hers to instead wrap around her waste and trace his fingers up her stomach. He did not reach any higher though, this is someone he had to take smaller steps with. Ben leaned in and nipped at the right side of her neck, the music was loud enough that he could justify placing his lips up against her ear before saying, "My ego is just the right size for you. I think it has been far too long since you had a challenge, and despite what you might say you are loving this just as much as I am."
 
Damn him!

He was right. In all her glory he was still right. She smiled though because even though she was not making this easy the bulge she felt made her mouth water. It had been a long time since her last sexual encounter and him nipping at her ear made it no better. But Winry was not easily won and she would not be obtained by just small talk.

"Thank you for the compliment Innocent." She faced him and bowed gracefully giving him a display of her breasts.

Taking advantage of the situation she took another sip of her drink which is now half way as well and placed the right hand, which did not have the drink around his neck. Her ass was in his groin and she was grinding slowly.

“You like that?” She said taking more of the poison into her mouth. She grinned and squatted down then brought her ass up from his leg to his crotch again. “Now that we’ve had our fun with taunting one another come Innocent… I will show you the lounge area next. You say that your ego is just the right size? But can you handle mine?”
 
If she was going to show him something then he had no reason not to look. So during her bow he took a good long stare at her breasts, biting his lip at the thought of getting to do more than look any moment now. As she turned back and began to grind against him he worked his hips up against hers as well, letting her feel just how much he liked it instead of just telling her. His hand with the drink wrapped back around her waste as she brought her ass right back up to his crotch, expecting this teasing dance to go on for a while longer. Of course he was mistaken once again because she pulled away and told him they were going somewhere else.

He caught up with her, not taking her hand this time but instead reaching down and giving her generous ass a nice firm squeeze. His fingers massaged themselves against her round cheek while he said, "Your ego seems well deserved, I think I can put up with that." He leaned back in and licked along her neck once again, he couldn't get enough of her taste and he only wanted more. "So what can we do in this lounge that I can't do to you right here?" Ben moved his lips away to take another drink while he pulled her body closer to his. He could still hear the other customers moans and groans coming from the direction they were heading and he smiled down at her before saying, "I can't wait to make you moan like them, I want you to lose control of yourself tonight, I want to see what the mistress is like when she let's it all go."
 
The lounge was as red as his passion for her. There were loveseats, lava lamps, hookahs, and to the right was the dining area. She walked around and pointed.

“Here is where you come to relax. Well, you asked for a tour so the last place to show you… I guess would be the Skybox. But no one sees that but the Mistress… you’d have to be pretty important to see the Skybox… little boy.” She winked. Winry was warming up to him, little by little but still in her eyes he was still a little kid. His reaction now; she wondered what it would be. She heard the comment about him wanting to make her moan. She grinned.

“Normally… I don’t moan. It takes a real man to make me moan. I don’t go down easily either… this lioness is a huntress. I need a good fight to be able to let it all go.” She cooed at him.

"And as a lioness... the Skybox is my den. Why should I let a lone wolf imitating a lion into my den?"
 
He took it all in, looking over the room to see what it had to offer him. The love seats looked promising and he took control for the first time, pulling her over to one and sitting down as his hand on her waist pulled her into his lap. "And who says I am not the man for that job." His rock hard erection was pressing right up into her now and he reached up with his left hand to grasp her right breast firmly. He massaged it while he took a sip of his drink, as if this was something natural that the two of them should be doing.

"But I like a fight Mistress. I hate it when someone gives in to me, I want them to fight and fight until the very last second, until they realize that they are mine." He leaned in, pressing his lips gently against hers before pulling away. "You judge a man too quickly, and because of that you are denying yourself one hell of an experience." He was still mulling over her comment about being a lone wolf, it was something no one had ever called him before. Maybe because he always had some girl on his arm or someone trying to kiss his ass and get on his good side.

"So why let me into your den? That is a silly question. Why not?" He began to kiss along her jawline, making sure every kiss was light and precise, making his way slowly towards her ear. "You are pretty smart, you know that both of us would enjoy ourselves." He was at her ear now, and he blew cold air against it before whispering into it in a tone full of lust. "You might not moan, but when I am done with you, I will make you scream."
 
Up until now; Winry had always been in control of every situation that came her away. Every problem that had or would arise she took care of it. But this man… he was taking care of her. He was pleasuring her and not just wanting to get off. She received the first kiss he would give and then turning around on his lap she faced him.

“Little boy… I am not your conquest. I know your game.” She began. “You wish to dominate me for one night… then, once I am off your to-do-list you will leave… and that will be that. Well, wolfie; I will not give you the satisfaction of coming into my domicile and so called ‘conquering me. I will be hard. I will be the last boss of your favorite video game.” She said getting up trying hard to hide her damp panties.

“You want this lioness? Buy me a bottle of the Johnnie Walker Blue Label from the bar; pay for the drinks from earlier, get two glasses and meet me in my Skybox. This conversation is not over…Innocent.” She said getting up casually acting as if he had not fired her up. Pulling her dress down just a tad bit she pointed to the bar in the other room and then waved.

“There is a pair of Silver Spiral stairs leading to my paradise. Don’t show up without the things I’ve asked… and you’re still on my clock so… every second of mine is a dollar of yours Innocent.” Those hips of hers walked away in such a manner; she seemed to entice him with every movement.
 
He nodded back to her, at one moment she was warming up to him, the next she had put up a new barrier. It was interesting to say the least. He could not sit there and tell her what she said was false, because of course he did want her, and up until this point, he hadn't pictured getting the chance to take her again. So when she got up he stayed in his seat letting her take charge once again. He shrugged his shoulders casually at her demands, they were reasonable enough. His eyes of course flicked down as she adjusted her dress, and the brief view that she did allow him was more than enough proof to tell him to continue. Ben of course saw no need to hide what she had done to him, and as he stood he reached his hand down into his pocket to adjust his member, letting it slide up beneath the waist band of his pants so she could see the head of his cock pocking out for just a second before he hid it beneath the bottom of his shirt and closed his jacket.

Ben saw no need to waste any time now and he made his way over to the bar, careful to keep a casual pace not knowing if she would be watching him as she went up to her own den as she called it. He called over to the barkeep and made his order, making sure to get a bucket of ice to keep the bottle and glasses in before he headed up. Winry had clearly said something to the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs because when Ben flashed the bottle he was let up without much of a hastle.

When he opened the door to her room he smirked over at her confidently. "Oh Mistress, you are not a one night stand to me. You could not possibly be conquered that easily." As he took a few steps in he kicked the door closed behind him. Ben made his way over to her desk, placing the bottle and glasses down before her. He did not add ice to her glass as he poured, if she wanted some she could add it herself, he would not want to offend her by watering her drink down at all. "What happened to your ego anyways?" He said as he poured, "Why would you compare yourself to any other woman I have had before, you are nothing like them. Just as I am nothing like the pathetic men you have been with either." He winked handing her the glass.
 
It was dark as she inserted the key-card and the door to her skybox opened. She clapped and the lights came on. In the middle of the room was a long office like desk that had no legs it was wielded up by the glass that covered the room. The walls were padded with velvet and there were speakers inside the padding for surround-sound effect. There were two office like chairs sitting at the desk. One looked used while the other was not at all touched. Adjacent to the entrance was another door but that looked like a closet door. The glass was bulletproof and you could see all the way down to the lobby. Above the padded walls in a row were televisions that had cameras to each part of the club so she could see all that was happening. There was a laptop on the desk and nothing else. Once he entered the room and she laid eyes on him and began to speak.

"This is my home. I consider it that because I spend the majority of my time here. I sleep and eat here I rarely go home." She said. She patted the walls as she continued.

"There walls are made of velvet; my favorite of fabrics. I love soft things..." She stopped to touch his face and then resumed talking. "And so I had my walls decorated with them. Under the fabric there are speakers. The reason is because when I feel like hearing the music I also love hearing the bass and when it comes through my walls they vibrate. Oh but don't worry my office is sound-proof so no one can hear anything but us."

When she heard him speak her eyes narrowed. She figured what he was saying was all a ploy. “My ego? You ask what happened to it? I did not compare myself, I was simply stating that you will get what you want and flee. The men around me? The men I surround myself with powerful men. Men that can get me anything I desire. Wealthy men that can buy me anything my heart desires.” She stopped she was cocky… but Johnnie was kicking in. His poison strong. Her mask was fading. Her ego… wasn’t enough.

“I have so much around me… look at this, money, power, and fame! What does it mean? What does it mean when everyone looks up to you and all you can do is fulfill their sick desires. What does it mean when you are the object of adoration and everyone loves you but you cannot possibly seem to return that love, or love yourself?” She poured a whole glass and looked at him in a sarcastic manner. Then she swallowed the liquid and proceeded to pour another glass. Once she was finished that glass she then proceeded to drink and talk at the same time.

“I guess we are a lot alike.”
 
"I will not flee mistress. You clearly don't appreciate yourself as much as you give yourself credit for." He sat on her desk now, staring down at her and into her eyes. "Say I did get to be with you tonight, who says that would satisfy me? I think you could keep me entertained." He didn't say for a while, nor did he say forever. She was still a mystery to him, and he knew that he would be either her longer than any other woman, and for now that was enough for him.

As she told him that they were very similar he added. "More so then you will care to admit when sober." He raised his glass to her at that point and downed it. It wasn't so much because he wanted to get drunk as to keep up with her. He looked around her office, she sure did have everything a person would imagine when they thought of success. "This all means what you want it to mean. You will always have to get your hands dirty and do things you don't want for power. If it was easy more people would have what you have." He reached a hand down and took hers, pulling her up out of her chair and spinning her around so her back pressed against his chest. He began to kiss up her neck slowly once again.

"If you want love you will find it. You just have to search for it. Right now you are searching for power, and that is what you have. You need to allow yourself to love and be loved. So can a powerful woman like yourself do that?" He smirked, placing his glass down and cupping her jaw in his hand to turn her head to face him. "Will you give me a chance, or will you continue down the path you so clearly do not love."
 
At that moment Winry looked at him as a man. Not the boy that he was. For him to say that… to her. She blushed. He was right. In all her hatred for him he was right. They were alike and she didn’t want to admit it. Just as much as he conquered women she conquered men.

“Fine… you want me?” She was inebriated now. Crossing her legs left over right she exposed her panties to him. She wanted him to see her black laced panties. She leaned down to face him as she was now sitting on her desk. Her breasts soft and supple, her nipples hard now; if he would look at this moment he would see that hers were as hard as diamonds. Teasing him now; she cooed in his direction.

“You couldn’t handle me…Innocent.”
 
He took in the sight hungrily, licking his lips and said, "There you go underestimating me again." But this time he had a smile on his face and a playful tone in his voice, if she wanted him to show her what he could do he would gladly prove her wrong. Ben reached forward now, cupping her chin and giving her a deep and passionate kiss. His other hand put the glass down as he grabbed her chair and pulled her body even closer to his. His hand then let go of the chair and went up to her breast, sliding down easily past the fabric of her clothes to give her breast a firm hard squeeze. His fingers found her nipple as he pinched it while massaging her breast. Ben only deepened the kiss, leaning forward and pushing her back in the chair while his hand that had been on her chin now went down to in between her legs.

He helped uncross them before pressing two fingers right up against her black panties. Ben began to stroke her as he pressed her deeper up against the chair. He was nipping at her lip, showing his hunger and lust for her while he continued to stroke her panties until they were soaked. He could have easily taken them away, he could have torn off her clothes as well, but they both seemed to like to tease each other. He wanted her to want him even more before he gave her any of the satisfaction she wanted.
 
As she reacted to the kiss; she palmed his face. He was in control but she still was a lioness and in being one she hungrily accepted his kiss. She grabbed his neck and forced her tongue in his mouth eagerly. She wanted to prove to him that she was not in the least passive. Letting a moan escape her lips finally as he played with her nipples. Once he pinched them her head flew back. The ecstasy of him just touching her, ravaging her body was enough to make her body shiver.

Wrapping her legs around his waist she made sure that he had nowhere to go but inside of her. Winry’s hands roamed his body; from his chest to the small of his back she felt every muscle every vein, every pulse of his beating heart. For the first time, she exhaled.

“I will not make my orgasm easy for you… I want to be pleased and you… you will not cum until you’ve satisfied your Mistress… got it?” She commanded.
 
She had a passion about her that he hadn't felt in what seemed like years. When she broke the kiss and wrapped her legs around him he smiled down at her, grinding his hips up against her sex slowly before saying. "That sounds like a fair deal Mistress, I want to see how long you can hold out anyways." With that he slid himself downwards, gripping the edge of her top and yanking it down to expose both of her breasts to him. His right hand was already on her breast so his lips found her other nipple, giving it a soft kiss before pressing his face into her breast and swirling his tongue around her hard bud. He nipped and tugged at it before beginning to flick his tongue rapidly against it while he scooted his hips back to give his fingers more room to play.

His hand that was down between her legs finally yanked the wet fabric away and he slid two fingers deep inside of her. His fingers dove deep, curling about as he began to thrust them in and out of her. With each thrust he wiggled them about, searching for her favorite spots that he could hit over and over again. Ben finally stopped flicking his tongue against her nipple to pull back slightly, blowing a stream of cold air against it before gently biting down and tugging. He wanted to tease her to the point of breaking before he finally fucked her.
 
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