Court Domination [InsertNameHere and Sigr]

When her word finally came, Ben released his manhood at once, as if it was something burning hot or Dangerous he should stop touching right now. An air of relief definitely painted over his face and he simply utered "thank you" with both gratitude and somewhat of a "it took a long time coming" attitude spicing it.

He arched an eyebrow of course when she talked about a prize only to warn him he would have to choose. Another game surely and this one was not that easy.
One had to understand Ben was on the edge of cumming and it wasn't because he stopped masturbating that he wasn't excited anymore by some kind of magic.
He just stopped going further but he was on the edge anyway.
And having a beautiful amazon in front of him, almost naked and promsing some sort of depraved pleasure didn't help.

He almost bugged for a moment, not really knowing what to select when it hit him that, really, he didn't want to see her covered in his semen. It was a thought that only crossed his mind because she said it out loud but, he had this idea of Katherine that was pure and unreachable somehow and her being shot sperm at didn't go well with it.
Her controling his orgasm as well as allowing it, directing it was soemthing else entirely.

beside, and he said it out loud, "I think it's time you share that couch, I deserved it, didn't I?" with a smuggish smile and moved toward it, finding that wealth had this advantage, her sofa was enormous. Enough so he could almost lie entirely on it while she was sitting in too.
"Do we say you're in control or that I'm being served" he joked willingly, crossing his arms under the back of his head, with an almost debonaire air.

Of course, it was a way to release some steam as his eagerness was real. He had the pleasure of caressing and kissing her legs already and appreciated the smoothness of her skin. He had no doubt, while she was used to smash balls like there was no tomorow, she was the kind of woman to somehow take an extra care of her skin, her hands included.
If anything, her classic but beautiful lingerie and the way she held her head or just her body language strongly hinted at a very feminine persona coupled with the commanding officer.

Katherine awaited Ben's decision, enjoying seeing him struggle with the presented choices. His hard on was throbbing in a way that looked painful, and she was ready for him to pick immediate relief and cum all over her. He had earned it after all, behaving properly, showing Katherine his most intimate side, but it seemed that Ben was quite bold. Katherine smiled as he sat on the couch, smug and self confident, making jokes and trying to get away from the edge of his orgasm. Even then, Ben wasn't just enticing, as his lighthearted self amused Katherine and was a more than welcome approach, since her failed partners were always too serious to enjoy themselves or just plain servile.

"But that it's not your seat, not now" Katherine said smiling. It wasn't exactly what she had in mind when it begun, but she liked to go with the flow. Reaching back, she unclasped her bra, and left the big but delicate black garment hanging from the couch armrest. Her breasts looked firm and quite big, although appeared more modest in her big frame. Her pink nipples looked perky and hard in the middle of her small areolas, and even if topless Katherine conducted herself the same, not blushing even a little. Katherine opened her legs wide, her groin now covered by the last piece of cloth she was wearing, those black lacy panties. "This is your seat" she tapped the couch between her legs, pointing to the smaller Ben to sit there.

Katherine let Ben to sit comfortably, after all the size difference was enough for him to have plenty of space there. She hugged his body against hers, and now it was obvious why she had removed her bra, as Ben could rest his head directly on them. Her arms were enveloping his torso, Katherine's skin was smooth, and he could feel her strength firsthand, even if it was in the shape of a gentle firmness. As a spider enveloping her pray, Ben ended up nested in her embrace, while her hands explored his body. "Let me kiss you" she said, tilting her head forward and to a side, over Ben's right shoulder, so he could turn and obey.

Once she had her way playing with his mouth, caressing his lean torso, Katherine finally returned her attention to his groin. Her long legs tangled with his own, keeping them open, as Katherine's hands slowly moved down to his abdomen, then played with Ben's pubic hair, before taking hold of his hard cock. "So warm..." she whispered, prolonging every moment.

"Hmm?" replied Ben, which was more a reaction than words really.
When she told him it was not his place yet, he felt like someone just denied him of his beauty sleep. Although, a real beauty was revealing herself. The sight of breast was something Ben would, in any other situation, make a corny joke of and call "breastaking" but he didn't say anything this time.

Like most athlètes, he was glad Katherine's breasts were not out of proportion. And the youthfullness in them... Another reason why it ould be so hard to look at her in the eyes from now on.
When she pointed to the place he was supposed to sit in, he still smiled. This felt like interesting and he said "the edge of the seat?" joking as he was really on the edge himself.
Still, Nothing prepared him for this.
People like spooning but this was so different.

It felt as if he was envelopped by a hug. It felt both conforting and exciting. He close dhis eyes and there was something primal and even maternal being engulfed by her long and powerful limbs, feeling her breasts in the back of his head, her legs trapping and resting against his.
And she was so smooth, so sweet to the touch. Even if he could, he wouldn't want to go.

In nature, many predators deliver a poison that softens their prey. Perhaps this was how it felt to melt in someone else's grasp. To be at someone's mercy.
When she kissed him, he obeyed, and turned his head as much as he could so he could part his lips and feel hers.

Then came her caresses and they ddn't help with keeping his penis down or not precipiting his will to come.
Once she finally got hold of it, his breathing accelerated.

"please..." he said in a low voice, almost whispering, begging her to move it now that he was there and ready.
He gave her control, he now wished so hard she'd exerce it.

He struggled not to close his own hands around hers and take the matter in his hands so to speak and, instead, moved them in his back but, due to his position, they ended up resting backward between the side of her tights and her hips, slowly caressing her back and forth too as his body was trying to rock itself to so his penis would move even if her hand would not move it.

"Shhhh..." Katherine hushed, trying to calm Ben while she kissed his neck. Her left arm was tangled around his torso, the hand softly playing with his right nipple. Her right hand was firmly kept around his cock, restraining him without allowing him to come. Her blue eyes registered his every move, every twitch, sizing him up to know how far could she go without pushing him over the edge, keeping him on the tightrope. Katherine giggled as Ben slowly tried to rock his body to no avail, moving her head slightly upward from his neck. "You chose this, remember?" she whispered, nibbling his ear lobe.

Her left hand stopped pinching at his nipple, then moved up to Bens face, gently caressing his cheek. "Open, darling" she whispered once more, looking at him struggle with the never reaching pleasure. Katherine's fingers entered Ben's gasping mouth when he opened it, playing with his tongue, caressing it. She didn't idle for long there, as once her fingers were dripping with drool she lowered her hand, allowing that moisture to add to Ben's own precum, making his cock glisten and shine.

Katherine tugged at his dick, pumping it once. Twice. Almost tentatively, while her left hand rested on his lower abdomen, keeping him sort of restrained. The answer was positive, and after having made Ben masturbate in front of her, this wasn't the time to make him suffer anymore, as there would be the time for that. Katherine started to stroke Ben's cock as she had watched him do when he was chasing his orgasm, fast, frantic, squelching wet sounds echoing around the room. Of course, her touch was wildly different, with that strength underlying her gentle touch, and while the pleasure made his strokes unsteady, Katherine was firm and unyielding.

She picked up the pace, going wildly faster in a matter of seconds, not just allowing Ben to go over the edge, but thoroughly pushing him to the other side of it. Katherine intended to keep that rhythm until he came and then some, not stopping until he begged for her to let him go, until she had milked his whole orgasm out of him. She was going to stop once it became too much though. As pleasurable and amusing it could be to trap him there orgasm after orgasm, Katherine didn't want to exhaust him out so soon.

Ben wanted to protest when she shhhhed him but she clearly took hold of the driver's seat or, more accurately, he willingly let it vacant for her to sit in.
Now he might as well try to enjoy the ride.

He parted his lips open when she put her finger in his mouth, letting her probe his mouth and feeling her finger Inside of him. The skin, the nail, the separation in between, he tasted it all and let it slide along his tongue when she took it off, only to moist his erected cock, only adding to the excitement.

Ben was in between two world. One of relaxation and utter bliss, wrapped and held close by this giant woman, nestled against her, and one of eagerness and anticipation as every part of his body was now indicating him to come, he was edging, he was burning at every tip of his body.

Her handjob was relentless, steady and ever so possessive but, also, very effective and Ben wasn't a machine or a porn actor who trained to come on mark for a living.
Nope, he was med student with a new girlfriend. He was a healthy human being of average height with a very regular and set of former conquests and rather pleasant but vanilla sex life.
Who he was couldn't possibly prepare him for what the path he set himself on and what he was now experiencing so, yeah, of course he came.
He came and moaned until he couldn't and it felt like an ironic punishment to be trapped into her pleasuring hands and that was when he whisppered his begging, pleading her "I...think that's enough...Kat" He pnted a bit, now aware of the mess falling down his manhood "I...please... you won... I yield... I...can't have more...right now..." He moved his head aside and lightly kissed the arm that ended with the hand holding his penis, as if it was a secret code or gesture to open her hand and release his manhood or just someone who knew he was too weak to win by force and so tried to seduce his dominant into a sweet release.

Katherine gasped as Ben started to come, thrashing on her grasp, moaning as she held him closer and closer, his seed shooting all over the place. She could feel his cock throb and shake with every shot, while her blue eyes registered everything, shiny while beholding the act. He was a beautiful man enraptured in a beautiful moment, and it was all hers to enjoy, all hers to savor. For a moment she almost betrayed her thought and kept pumping, guiding Ben into a forced balance of pain and pleasure, caressing his oversensitive cock until he had nothing else left, but as his voice said her name, Katherine restrained herself. She couldn't give Ben what they both wanted if she wasn't able to control herself, so she stopped and looked at Ben's pleads. He begged, he yielded, admitting her undeniable victory, and yet even in the throes of his orgasm Ben was bold enough to say he could have more... just not at the moment.

As he lovingly kissed her arm, Katherine released Ben's slowly deflating cock, bringing her soiled hand upwards to her face. Ben was already looking at that arm he kissed, so his eyes would have trouble separating themselves from her hand and the seed that hung from her fingers. Katherine took her hand towards her mouth, lapping the remains of Ben's semen from her fingers, licking up every last trace of what she had there, catlike, predatory. It wasn't as much as making disappear what Ben had done, as it was plenty of it around them, but it looked like she wanted a taste of her spoils, the result of her conquest. For other women swallowing their lover's cum could be an act of servitude, of submission, but for Katherine it was just tasting something that belonged to her, and it did so with the grace of a sommelier.

"Lovely" she said, as if passing judgment upon the whole scene, her eyes were bright with happiness and her tone seemed one of admiration over a work of art. "Can you clean up this mess while I get ready for lunch?" Katherine asked, helping the still slightly unsteady Ben get up so she could stand as well. The results of what they had done well all over the floor, but it shouldn't be too hard to do. "If not, I can call for the help, but maybe you'd feel embarrassed" Katherine said, as she didn't care about her employees watching that, but taking into consideration that maybe Ben did. Retrieving her robe and bra, Katherine started to saunter to the corridor that went to her bedroom, wanting to get properly dressed. "We are getting lunch in one of my favorite places, once you are dressed come to my room, I'll need help with the shoes" she added.

The sight that was awaiting for Ben in Katherine's bedroom once he was ready was a bit strange. The place had all the signs of the elegant bedroom belonging to a lady of the high society, from the luxurious bed she was sitting on to the enormous dressing room, but it was also plagued with something that the bedroom of the usual heiress wouldn't have: trophies for athletic achievements where all around the walls, framed and in shelves. Katherine seemed unabashed letting Ben step in, and she looked like she meant business, that was for sure. This time it wasn't the sport wear he was used to see her in, nor was she wearing a flimsy robe or fancy dress. Sure, they were many of those in that dressing room, but this occasion called for something else.

Wearing a black suit of jacket and pants over a white blouse, Katherine looked in charge. Her makeup was simple and sharp, almost sober, if it wasn't for the ruby tone of her lips, shining bright. When Ben walked in, she was straightening a thin tie as red as her lips, letting it hang over the white blouse that covered her breasts. "Oh nice, I'm almost ready" she smiled, the natural cold of her blue eyes not enough to cool down the fiery red of the lips framing that grin. "You are the expert, should I?" she pointed to a pair of red heels that were resting near the bed. "If I shouldn't, I'm sure that I've a few pairs of red flats in there, so you can pick them for me" Katherine added, vaguely gesturing to her dressing room. "Either way, I want you to put them on me" she finished, crossing her legs in wait.

Ben watched her licking his semen and while he certainly would have found it troubling or humbling if any other girlfriend of his did that, building to some funny story a bunch of guys could then sahre other a drink and freely use names to describe said women in terms they only said out loud when during those boys meeting times, it felt very different this time.
The way Katherine did it, after the way she took control of his orgasm, did look predatory like. Like a hunter beast licking the blood of a wounded prey she just had a taste on after satisfying ambush.
It was hypnotic somehow.

Still, this too lasted and when she raised the topic of his potential embarassment, he only said "yeah... right" wondering when he would get used to this and just not care.
The answer was "probably pretty soon" as he was taking care of the mess she set him up to create.
One should note he also lost a bit of a headstart as he watched her from behind disapearing in the corridor.

Once done, he put his own clothes back on and was carefull to clean his penis too before putting his pants back on and walked toward her bedroom, looking at whatever he could see of the place during his short walk, only getting glimpses at other rooms and guessing this flat was clearly something else from his perspective.
The sight of her bedroom only confirmed this sensation.

He could have taken some time to look at ehr trophy and probably ask her questions and stories about them but, really, it was too hard not to look at her instead.
If not for her voice directing words at him, he would have stayed still, gapping at the view.
"yes boss" he joked, with a military gesture as soon as he got back to thinking straight... almost and added "what? Yes... hmm as long as you don't get off balance or try to run in them... let me look" and he took a glance at the shoes.
First it was the med student looking at it but, pretty soon, he felt the power of imagination.
As a regular guy in many ways, he had no real knowledge or passion for women's shoes, except the sight of women in those shoes but as his mind easily pictured her walking in them, it soon became very clear to him why some built a fietish out of it.

"ok" he simply said pondering the risks of her walking in this and then took a look at the other options and there were many.
Also, while he wasn't an expert at all, he recognized some of the brands previous girlfriends spoke to him of, usually saying how expnsive they were or how long they'd need to save to buy a pair and that it wouldn't be reasonable.
They all seemed to fall in that category.

"Well, you might want to make sure your ankle is somehow... held, even lightly." and he chose a pair of ankle boots (https://www.net-a-porter.com/fr/en/product/812260/alaia/laser-cut-suede-ankle-boots).

When he brought them to her and had to kneel in front of Katherine's crossed legs, he realized the full power of this assignement and her outfit. She looked in charge, she looked bossy, powerfull, she looked incredibly tall and beautifully unreachable.
"h...there..." he stuttered to say, carefully slipping them onto her feet, one after the other, noticing outloud, even though this was clearly a thought he forgotto keep for himself, "they...all look brand new...or well taken care of", then stayed like this, admiring the view of her in silence.

Katherine enjoyed how Ben looked at her in the suit, mesmerized by her looks so much that he almost wasn't able to answer her question. "I don't intend to run" she just added to his advice. She restrained herself even if she was about to add that her balance was perfect, since if it was she wouldn't have injured herself in the first place. With Ben lost in her dresser, surrounded by her clothes, complements and footwear, Katherine reached for the phone, ordering for her car to be ready waiting for them.

Once she hang the phone Ben was returning to her with a choice that surprised her. Even if her injury was no big issue, but considerations of preventing it to go worse could be made, Ben managed to balance aesthetics and safety. He had managed to find something between her shoes that would combine some protection of her ankle with a stylish heel, and all in red, of course. "Good choice" Katherine complimented, lending him her feet so Ben could put them on her, seemingly having more of an effect that she thought in the first place, hearing him stutter.

"Both" Katherine answered after a pause, since Ben seemed to be drinking her look in. "With so many pairs and so much time spent with sportswear, I don't have the chance to wear them off. But that doesn't mean I don't care" she explained. Katherine was accustomed to look her best, as everything she did could have an impact on her position and career, so avoiding any mishaps, as small as they could be, was part of her habits. It wasn't clear if her lifestyle had shaped her into a woman who needed to have the control, or being such a person had allowed her to shine in her life of choice. Either way, she hated when things escaped her grasp, as she had shown yesterday, being grumpy about a minor and almost negligible injury.

"The car is waiting for us at the entrance, today I'll drive" Katherine announced, back in charge. The employees downstairs greeted and delivered the car keys to Katherine, keys that ended up pocketed inside her jacket, since she didn't seem to want a purse to disrupt the effect that ensemble had. "It isn't far, hope you like the place, it's one of my favorites" Katherine commented, back at the wheel, adjusting the seat for her larger frame. "Oh, any allergies?" she asked, looking oddly worried. "They'll ask it, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you" Katherine added, a reassuring shine in her blue eyes, warmer than usual.

Once parked at front of the restaurant, Katherine soon lend the keys to the valet there and opened the door for Ben to exit, helping him out. The place was one of those restaurants of the city that always appeared in the news with famous people, being awarded a third Michelin star and so on, one of those places that felt so out of reach that was almost unreal. "Welcome to Novo, darling" a lean tan man in his early forties greeted Katherine. Mediterranean looking and wearing a chef coat, Ben may have seen him on foodie related news, as he was a famous chef. "It has been too long, you look gorgeous and he's cute" he added, admiring her outfit and staring at Ben more than usual.

"He's my physician, from the team" Katherine commented. "Ben, this is Arturo, chef and owner of Novo" she briefly introduced each other. Arturo's welcoming smile turned amused, seemingly knowing Katherine well enough to notice how she had introduced Ben as belonging to her, even if it was with a professional semblance.

"A pleasure, your table is ready as you asked yesterday" Arturo commented, returning to Katherine after shaking Ben's hand. The comment made obvious that she had some kind of influence there, as Novo wasn't the kind of place where you could get a table from one day to the other. They were escorted to their table, and Arturo's smile widened when Katherine retired the chair for Ben to sit.

Ben felt like he was on someone else's ride from the moment she said she would drive to almost the time he sat on the confortable chair of the restaurant.
Maybe it was part of her natural charisma or the bossy demeanor that became so much part of herself and was only emphasized by her incredible look and body.
Also, Ben was hit full force by the fact he wasn't her boyfriend anymore during this moment.

She had been clear from the start. She had a public image and that part never seemed up to discussion. Ben did jumped on some opportunity though, while she was driving, he answered "you're even more gorgeous when you worry" he joked "no, none whatsoever. I do hate anything jelly, slimy like." then carefully kissed the side of her shoulder.
It was soft and completely none intrusive, she was driving after all, but also another obvious statement of her place and his in their relationship. Height's difference made everything pretty obvious in the end...

While he was quite eager to eat something and discover her in some new environement, away from her casle or her usual battleground, his first feeling wasn't a pleasant one.
That chef rubbed him the wrong way.

He didn't show it Arturo had all the attribute of what he called the Condescendant Vieux Beau Familly Uncle. Well, it was a mix of different titles mashed up together to describe those guys he thought looked only nice so as to make a point you're not good enough for their special project they also call niece, daughter, sister, best family friend whatever...

While Ben rarely put any kind of of misplaced ego in anything, at least he tried and, if anything, his take on a burgeonning relationship with Katherine was a proof, he really hated to be treated like a cute little amusing something without any clue for anything.
He was a med student and a successful one at that. He studied hard, overcame many obstacles life threw at him and he was well capable enough o think for himself.

Still, he behaved and simply smiled and considered this man's ignorance of the rest of the world his advantage. Beside, he kind of promised Katherine he'd be good in public places and care for her image and, simply put, you couldn't love everyone anyway.

What one could love was the food though. The smells all around and glances at gorgeously good looking receipe had him salivating.
The prices though... to think it was her favorite restaurant? That she was a regular here?

If Ben could afford one lunch her, maybe two a month, he'd still have to reconsider his budget after.

"it's like you live on a very different planet from mine" he joked as he closed the menu after only a few seconds lookng at it "I know what I want".
So, yes, Ben rarely bragged about anything, unless he felt threatened, bu he was a very fast reader. He could read and memorize pretty fast and was very very very good at summing up things. Turning complex things into short simple ideas always helped him a lot.

"Athlete, model, princess gourmet... what are your flaws?" he asked, adding a funny quip to take the creep out of this remark "beside being addicted to walnuts, impatient and bossy?" he smiled, knowing full well how ironic it was for him to comment on the last bit since, it was their secret it made him fall for her even faster.

"by the way, I'll have to check and maybe change some of your diet, specially during competitions season. We'll talk about it but I have some ideas based on new studies and I think, even though you're already considered a very promising player, I can fast track you to your full potential better than what the team's physician did."

He lowered his voice as if the man could hear him though there was about zero chance the man could aford having lunch or even landing a reservation in such place "I think he is old and his knowledge is a tad outdated" he smiled. "I can't really tell him because I'm still just a student but, if you trust me, since I've been assigned to you, we can try some of the things I have in mind."

He then leaned back and said in a very relaxed tone "Now, what I really want to know is... what are you listening to?". Yes, Ben, was the kind of guy who loved to know what music people loved and tal about it and thought whatever you listenned to certainly defined you to some extent.
"what three albums or songs would you take with you on a desert island?".

Katherine eyed Ben when she introduced him to Arturo, not that he had done anything wrong or weird, it was most what he hadn't done, that is saying at least a word. Something about Arturo irked him, and now Katherine's blue eyes were inspecting him, dissecting him. When the two of them were alone, his lighthearted self returned, joking about how their backgrounds were so different.

"Quick choice..." Katherine said amused, maybe he had found something specially fetching in there, although the whole menu had that interesting quality to it. "You do know what you want" she nodded appreciative, taking her time, reading the menu as if it was the foreplay of the feast. "My flaws..." Katherine whispered, abandoning the menu and tapping her chin with a single finger. "I bite the head off the males I mate" she joked, although her poker face didn't even flinch a bit. "And I'm a control freak, go figure" she admitted, her face relaxing a bit, those blue eyes gleaming for a moment.

"So you want to control what I eat?" Katherine sounded displeased. She knew that it was needed, she knew that Ben had said it with his utmost care, but it was still relinquishing part of her control to another. For a moment it was tempting to argue, but she wasn't one to throw a tantrum like a misbehaving kid. "I don't like it" she made it as clear as day. "But it will happen" accepted. She wasn't going to make much of an effort fighting something that she knew was good for her, but she wasn't going to move a finger to enforce it. "During this week, find me a personal cook you find suitable, and I'll hire them" Katherine nodded, wording her own version of the tantrum of a princess. Not only she was going to follow any diet that Ben designed for her, but she was going to make sure he was obeyed to perfection. Now he better had to find a good cook, or maybe the menace of biting his head off would stop being a joke.

Luckily Katherine soon moved on, accepting the change of pace that Ben offered. It was clear on her face that she didn't expect that. "I'm listening to the previews of the new Gorillaz album" she nodded, as it hadn't been fully released yet. "As for a deserted island... Queen's The Miracle for sure, I can't live without I Want It All" she promptly answered, pondering the rest. "Making me chose just one Nina Simone album is torture, Pastel Blue I guess..." she continued. Katherine was clearly taking the question seriously, almost like a challenge, and being unable of picking as many albums as she wanted even in fiction clearly irked her.

"Yesterday was Dramatic, Today is OK by múm... maybe, I guess" Katherine finally resigned herself, almost looking defeated. "What are yours?" she asked, willing to see if Ben had them thought out or he had to mull about it a little bit.

"Hmmm then you'd have to buy dogs too, to chew on the bones" he joked back about the cook thing and her menace of bitting the head off. "or pigs. But then you'd have to raise them or get rid of them too... that's oen after effect after another" he smiled, obviously, he could go on and on and geek about it.

As the waitress brought the food they ordered, he pondered on each of her answers about music. He smiled wide at Gorillaz, thought about Queen as if recalling some songs too and nodded about Nina Simone.
"Mine?... Let's see..." he first said as if to earn himself some time. "today, I'd say... Suzanne Vega's Nine Object Of Desire. Although chosing one over Solitude Standing is very unfair... But, sicne I already know Tom's diner by heart, I'll sing it to myself".

He then paused again, had a sip from the sparkling water he asked for, a bit of the food, a salad with duck and many other delices "Probably one Fishbone or one Red Hot album. Either Reality Of My Surroundings or Blood Sugar Sex Magic I guess... then... let's see, you raised a good point with Gorillaz but I'll have to go with either Purple Rain from Prince. " he raised a figner to make a note "and not because of the entitled song. I don't even like it. Really."
He then carried on "...or Sergeant's Pepper from the Beattles."

He laughed then said "to me, it's more about thinking which song I know the whole lyrics already so I can bother not to take it with me."

Eating a bit more, looking at her with a cat like smile, he said "well, you know the same movie and books question is probably incoming too. Certailny, that's a weirdly eletrically powered desert island, isn't ?"

Katherine took bites of a layered and overcomplicated pork dish with the same fruition that she listened to Ben tackle his own challenge, interested on his take of it. Rough red wine shone on her glass every time she took it to her ruby lips, the spirit wasn't fine as silk, but harsh, almost forceful yet with hints of fruit. If Ben had an opinion of her drinking he certainly was saving it, or maybe she would have to hear about it once her diet went into effect. "Then I could take you to sing for me, although it may not be the same" Katherine said once he talked about the funny side of such an island.

"We could talk about movies and books, I could talk about Sunshine, Moulin Rouge or Magnolia, about The Metamorphosis, The Lord of the Rings or And Then There Were None" Katherine mentioned a few that came out on top of her head. "Or" she took a clearly thought out pause. "You could tell me why are you a doctor" she said, returning to her plate to be as merciless with the pork as she was with Ben, wanting to know more with more hunger than logic, more craving than reason. If he was going to be in her life and she in his like that, she wanted to know why had he ended up there.

"well... that is a sad and funny story. It has almost no meanings except the one you want to give it. Kind of like judging a piece of art when the author is dead and adding sense nd meanings into it, not really knowing whether they were first designed to be felt or not." he said, not answerng her question at once.
He looked at ehr instead, trying to figure out what she was trying trying to figure out in him.

It wasn't lack of confidence, just an old habit as many a people are waiting for you tos ay somethign specific in order to categorize you or be safely reassured that you fit in the box they prophesized you to fit in.

"Anyway, Doctor is just a title, not a real profession, you know, right?" he jokes before saying to the waitress "Your version of the Choclate cake, that's what I'll have. And coffee after." building on the suspense before adding "you'll have to wait Young lady." faking a dad talking to his daughter and he went off to the rest room.
Obviously smiling as he knew how much she probably hated to be delayed.

The Truth was he needed time to think about how he'd tell her this story. He didn't want to lie to her and that implied not making this story sound sadder than it was or inconsequential.
He wasn't affriad of his emotions at all, he was affraid of bringing the wrong her to her as it happened in the past.
Kind of like you tell someone who made a joke about your mother that she is dead and that person ends up more confused than yourself.

So, when Ben got back in front of her, his whole sight taken up by her due to her being so larger than life, both for real and as a metaphore, he said "well, to get to the point, I had this childhood friend I grew up with. We were really close and his older brother got sick one summer. Kind of sick you don't really care about first but sticks with you and, a month later professionals still don't know what it its and how to treat it and they try drugs and stuff but they are blinded because the recorded cases are too few."

He drank some more water, enjoying the bubbles and the sweet lime flavour underlying it "Before you know it, what everyone feared but didn't dare sayign happens and his brother was buried. So, my friend, he swore to become a doctor so he could cure those kind of stuff. I, being Young and a friend, said I'd go along and we'd do it together. We were like ten or so, you know? So, less than a year later, his parents they moved because you never really want to stay in the same house your son died, right? I haven't heard from him since and we lost track but, I already thought I knew what I wanted and I had no other plan really. Except, you know, being an astronaut or drawing comics books. My parents thought I'd make more as a physician and it seemed I could memorize things well enough so, I just carried on."

He paused as the waitress came back with deserts "so, you know... not really a childhood dream or, one I borrowed and I just did it. It's a kind of a funny misunderstanding but I got to meet you, right?" He let some momentum then added as a final line "and to taste this thing that is truly divine!" after a spoon of the cake.

Katherine furrowed her brow, seeing Ben act evasive, make jokes and ask for dessert. She ordered a luscious construct of while chocolate and berries, more architecture than gastronomy, and took sips of her wine, clearly irked about the whole deal. Luckily she had just eaten, and there was little half a bottle of wine could do to a girl her size, but still. Katherine usually never got drunk though, that meant losing even more control, and that was hardly tolerable. Once Ben was back from his impromptu escape, Katherine glared at him, her blue eyes staring mercilessly and slowly growing softer as the story progressed.

Once it was about to end she looked like her usual self for a moment, but then she looked annoyed again, and only the arrival of the desserts stopped her talking. Katherine was about to talk and stopped herself for a second time, finding restraint while she took small bites from her dessert and organizing her ideas. It was transparent by now that she was far from happy, but it was her responsibility to act with care and don't needlessly hurt Ben's feelings saying something she didn't meant.

"If you do it, it must be important to you. Be proud of it and do it well. Don't give me that bullshit of carrying on, of borrowing a dream, of being a misunderstanding" Katherine said, serious. "I put myself in your hands as much as you put yourself in mine, so we can care about each other with utmost detail" she insisted, her blue eyes looking fierce. "So either I was wrong about you, something I doubt" she said, "or you should stop downplaying it. I like your sense of humor, but use it to show yourself, don't hide behind it" she left the dessert spoon on the plate.

"I have been honest with you, and if not I hope you to require that of me" Katherine added after a moment. "Please, do the same" she finished.

Ben stayed silent for a moment, he wasn't smiling but tried not to make a face either. After a minute or two that, of course, seemed to last far longer, he answered "I know life is unfair and all that jazz but you're not a random event, you're a human being and that means you get to chose whatever words come out of your mouth and I really expected you not to sing me that song. Let me explain."

He took a deep breath and said "You wrong about me downplaying what I'm doing. You didn't ask me how I feel about my career or what I do or who I am. You asked me what led me to it. You asked why I was a doctor and I just answered that. I'm sorry it's not a grand call of destiny or but if you asked me how I feel about what I do, if I care, what I enjoy in it and so on, then I'd have given you just that. I'd have told you how it feels to learn about people's body mechanic and find out the beauty in your species and who you are through others. I'd have told you how proud you feel when you actually helped someone getting better. I'd have told you all the time you feel a little bit victorious when you succeed at one of those crazy exams and the pride you get from people's eyes when they realize you are, indeed, graduating from med school."

He paused, realizing he finished his dessert already and added "I'd have told you all that but that wasn't your question and, as you said, I just gave you the Truth about why I ended up here. I also told you, and it iritates me you seem to ignore that part, that I got to meet you. And, so far, this might be the best thing about it."

He force a smile as coffee was being served and then added "so, yeah, honesty is not only about being honest but accepting one's honesty too. So, to sum it up, I'm sorry my reasons are bullshit as you said, but I am still damn good at it and when it comes to you, I already made my mind of being the best I can be."

As Ben started talking, saying that he was going to explain, Katherine listened with utmost attention, her dessert slowly melting away. It sounded a bit chastising at first, and his tone was definitively serious, but she would have to wait until he was finished to learn what was the bottom of it. Katherine kept her calm during his tirade, while he talked about all those things important to him, how he was irked about her disregarding their meeting, and his talk about honesty and being the best.

"I liked your words, and I'm sorry if I hurt you, irritated you" she nodded, looking down at her melted dessert and pushing it to a side. It was kind of odd seeing her that humble, but the feeling didn't last. "You are wrong about something. I didn't ask why you were a doctor. I asked why you are one" she emphasized the important parts, her eyes shining azure with each remark. "And now I know. I should have been more clear with my question" Katherine was clearly in a mood, obviously unhappy by how the situation had soured. She was irked with herself for having second guessed Ben, with Ben for misunderstanding her and being irritated at her, and at how it all had produced in a public area with limitations about how to deal with her temper.

Katherine knew that anything she did that day would be soured, tainted by that disagreement, and her mood got worse. She had dressed herself for the occasion and now she wasn't in the mood anymore, it was a waste and she was the one to blame, something that only made her angrier. "I want to go home" she said, as she didn't want to hurt Ben and in her state of mind it was something it could happen, and even if rare, she wanted to do everything in her power to avoid it. "Take my car to return to your home, I can arrange for someone to drive me to mine" she said, remembering that she was the one that had brought Ben there.

Katherine got up from the table, making a gesture to the waitress who nodded. Arturo knew fully well where to send the check and that Katherine wasn't to be bothered in those moments. She turned away, ready to get home when she stopped for a moment, remembering something. "Can you be in my house tomorrow morning?" Katherine asked, turning to face Ben. "It's important" her eyes made it clear that she wanted him there, and that only the respect she had for him and the current odd situation was the things that turned that order into a question.

"My bad then I guess" said Ben to her own little correction about her question.
Truthfully, this wasn't the lunch he expected at all. Well, he didn't expect such conflict. It wasn't an open ground, it was like a some sort of strange cold war in which the two parties were slowly burning up.

Ben knew this to well not to be eager to see it explode and when she offered them to depart, it almost had him forgetting how easily she seemed to have picked the tab up.
"My neighboor will be surprised by the car but, yes, we'll both be at your place by 10 tomorow. I need to bring you some stuff for your training anyway."

Ben didn't ride back home at once, he actually spent some time in her car, just thinking. He had been honest back there at the restaurant and so did her.
She was used to have everything going her way and be on top of things obviously and Ben already confessed his feelings about her and agreed to his submissive place but they both agreed none of their role should eclipse their personnality and what they held dear. This was even more true in public.

So, what did he do wrong? Or did he actually take her out of her confort zone?
He figured if it had gone so bad, she probably wouldn't have invited him tomorow... unless she really wanted to eat his head.
With that last thought, he rode back home and tried not to think much about it. In fact, he focused on the volley ball player Katherine, rather than the kinky amazone.
He had to design the right diet and the right exercises. It was only a matter of science and body mechanics. He also wanted to Watch videos of her and detail her moves and how they could be streamlined... eventually.

This actually led him to work until 1AM and he found it to be the righ time to get to sleep.

8Hours later, he was ready to go back to Katherine's, wondering how the aftermath would fare.
He did bring a bit more walnuts, just in case he'd need some dove to make peace. That and everything he prepared plus some tools he thought might be usefull later for her training.
He packed it in a large sport bag and in her trunk.

Ben took his time, even stopped for coffee and at ten sharp, he had crossed the lobby, taken the private lift and did his second first step into her den "Kat? I brought... stuff and walnuts? but mainly stuff." His voice wasn't really hesitating, more like questionning? He was testing the water, seeing if they could focus on moving forward instead of going into the infinite grudge mode.

As soon as Ben stepped into her apartment and sent his questioning words into the air he could hear noisy conversations and working sounds, as it seemed that they were far from alone in the apartment. After a moment, a stocky guy in a plaid shirt and jeans that sported a tool belt passed by, unwinding a roll of cables. He looked at Ben, pointed with a thumb behind him to the rest of the house, and kept setting up that electrical wire. Once Ben had stepped into view of the enormous living room of the apartment the sight was quite something. Half a dozen people were working around, talking to each other and setting up spotlights, tripods and all kinds of gear. He couldn't be sure of what was going on, but it looked a photo shoot for who knew what publication or website.

If that was Katherine's castle, it seemed that her court was gathered all without her, since she wasn't anywhere on sight. Before he could make many questions, a little brunette woman in her thirty somethings approached him. She seemed to be all nerve, with a petite figure that made her look younger and a energetic walking that matched her unruly curls. "You must be her doctor" she quickly appraised him with an eyeful. "She refuses to start unless you are here, so come with me and lets get some reason into her" just added before grabbing him by his arm and taking Ben through all those people to her room.

In her familiar room Katherine was awaiting in a bathrobe while an Asian looking woman, probably Japanese, was applying makeup to her face. Even with that woman working on her face it was clear on her eyes that she was pleased of seeing him. "I need that out for the photo shoot" the small brunette woman talked to him again, pointing at the bandage on her ankle, "and I need her on several specific shoes. But she won't go ahead unless you were here" she was clearly unhappy, but somehow she made it sound like routine mishaps.

"I told you. He has the last word when it comes to my well being" Katherine insisted, seemingly something that had already said more than once that morning. "So if you'd give us the room, my room, we'll sort it out as fast as possible" she added with a tone that left no doubts, as both the brunette and the Japanese woman got out quickly. Katherine was left alone with Ben as she was sitting on a chair in her bathrobe, her makeup seemingly finished. "Yesterday was awful, as there is something making me uncomfortable.I was unfair with you, I still am unfair with you" she corrected. "I want for us to be just us, I don't need the distance that hiding in public gives us, and I don't care about the rest" she made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

"What I mean is that we should be who we are, no hiding. So if you want to be my boyfriend, even in public, I'd like that" Katherine confessed, looking more relaxed after talking about it. Worrying about what others could think about them was unlikely of her and was souring her mood, so she wanted to get that worry out of her brain and offer Ben the chance to be who they were, proud and public.

Ben walked through what hesitated to be between a dvd bonus behind the scene and a circus. He chose the later even though he was pretty certain it was the former.

"that's me" he answered the little brunette, hidding inside of him how good it felt to be able to look down at someone for once.
"Let's see about that then" he told her on a much more confident tone than he really was. Not that anything was intimidating but he was still getting used to all this ruckus.
He followed while getting his thoughts together, trying not to be led by the music but playing it instead.

It all happened pretty fast though and, in no time, he was now alone with her and hearing words he never imagined she'd say just like that.
It seemed he'd better be used to her being a bit unpredictable. Unpredictable and control freak... Ben smiled at the challenge he had ahead of him but, hey, he did want to be her boyfriend too so... that must be part of the fun somehow.

He was still in her back though and didn't face her yet, instead, he closed the distance from behind said "I want that too. And because it's the only occasion I can ever do this" and planted a kiss on the top of her head "your ankle is fine and will remain so as long as you just do normal activies. You still have a few days off the court or running. But it will be fine for a photo shoot."

He moved in front of her and knelt, looking up at her from a very familiar angle and his fingers went for the said ankle and just tested it a bit, manipulating it and getting a feel of ts behaviour.
"it's going to fine." he lightly kissed the top of her foot, some things couldn't be done in public though "you're going to be fine. You're the type that simply can't help that." He commented, smiling then took the bandages off and reached for some lotion in his bag to apply it.

After that, he stood up "as much as I'd love to see you getting all model like, I'm not that interested in all the ruckus. If you want me as a presence, I'll be there for you. If not, I'd rather take my leave and come back right after if you don't mind. But, as I said, and it's not out of pity at all, I'll stay if you need me to and I'll happily be your wingman or... wing doctor? Or, whatever you want me to be. How about that Milady?" he finished his line standing up and putting both his hands on each side of his hips, mimicking superman in a obviously funny way.

Katherine smiled with not only her lips, but her whole face shining bright, when Ben seemed to take the proposal in stride, accepting it and plating a kiss in the top of her head. She remained silent and let him do his best, assessing the state of her ankle, removing the bandage and applying a bit of lotion. It was true that it didn't hurt anymore, but even if she would be back on track, now she trusted Ben with those kind of things. Once he was done, Ben started to talk too much in that cute way of his, and his joke managed to get an effortless giggle out of her.

"My hero..." Katherine joked, making a swooning voice. "I'd like for you to stay as my boyfriend" Katherine requested. "That way you will be able to see me parade a few outfits, as if we were just alone" she explained. "And I may need you to bring me a bite or a drink, these things are quite tiring" she added, being honest with him. "We should be done before lunch, and then we'll have the house for ourselves, we can order whatever food you want and... fool around" she said, her blue eyes sparkling for a moment.

"But if you have things to do, go, grab food once lunch time comes and be back by to eat with me" she said, as Katherine understood that Ben may have been busy and she was imposing on him without warning at all. He had done enough coming that morning even with what happened yesterday and without knowing what he was going to find.

"you had me at parade" he answered her smiling and gave her his hand to help her getting up her chair, even though she didn't need it at all. It was just for the friendly gesture. As if pulling back up a long time friend.
Well, this long time friend was real tall though "I'll feel like one of those VIP at a runaway or a rap star... or a pimp, you know?" he said it doing some hip hop gangster like gestures. A bit awkward though.
He knew it since he got his calm back pretty soon after.

"Well, hmmm, shall we?" and he escorted her outside and, obviously, people have been both active and nervous as they were on a timing it seemed. During this things, time was money and even when one was a star, some level of complying was expected.

Ben suddenly had a new statu though. He was her physician in a way that meant more than being around just in case. Her words set him as someone important to her and so important to them, work Wise.
He was a quantity that counted and, as he sat confortably, ready to see his girlfriend, the woman most guys were affraid to ask out and lots of girls just wanted to be like, parade and walk around in sexy outfits.

Ben never really gave any kind of attention to sport illustrated magazine or playboys and stuff but, really, seeing it live was much better and a bit sad too.
He was there, actually watching someone for real being in top shape and trying to seduce the camera but a lot of the glamour was also off.
It didn't have that magic the final product had. It was the same difference as in watching food being cooked in the kitchen and appreciating the final stage when the meal has been arranged and presened to perfection.

So much then that, at some time, Ben chose to leave it at that. He got close to her in between two shots and said "look, Kat, I think I'll go get our lunch in advance and bring it back. I also need to get some video and images references for later so, I'll trust you to be safe for the next part, right?"

He waited for her approval. It was kind of mean to him to take her up on her offer. He knew she was too proud to change her mind on this. Whoever she thoguht she was, she was actually kind.

But, Ben really had a hard time staying there. As supportive as he wanted to be, he really didn't feel at ease and, unless she'd specify it or it was an emergency, he'd rather ake some fresh air.

Once out, he felt like stretching as if he had never stretched before then took his smartphone in order to find the delicacies he wanted as well as the books and dvds.
He didn't know those part of town at all, not usually where he hung out and he didn't want to ruin himself on a simple errand either.
Still, he bet she was used to a certain food quality and he didn't want to put her mouth and intestine into shock with Something not to her tastes at all.

So, Ben wandered the whole district for some traditionnal japanese food. Nothing to do with a sushi bar or something made fancy for occidentals.
He found some Gyozas that smelled just right as well as a Shirashi and KatsuCurry and Edamame.

Between that and his own errands, he figured the shooting should be done and proceeded to go back to Kat's place.
The concierge seemed to recognize him by now and even offered to help him with the bags as he forgot to take his own sport bags with him to carry it all.

He helped him until he reached the elevator and, hearing no sound of anyone barking orders, moving furnitures and working on cables and stuff told him he was right on time.
He smiled, stepped in for a second time and simply stated "It's me, I'm back", walking to the huge living room, he set the food on the table and the rest of his bags down "I hope you survived because I found some really good stuff", before turning around to see where she was.

"I think I could be the better pimp..." Katherine said with a laugh. Getting outside and nodding, things started to happen like a well oiled machine and it wasn't long before Katherine got rid of the bath robe, revealing a one piece sport swimsuit that hugged her figure. The team started to do their work, and it was that small brunette woman the one taking the pictures. The views were as spectacular as always, but since they needed to take a lot of pictures with each model when just a dozen reached the publication, it took quite long to do, not to mention every time she had to go back to her room to change into another swimsuit. Between shots Katherine liked to signal for Ben to get close, and be touchy with him, be it caressing his hair or briefly kissing him, but there wasn't time for much else. The faces of disbelief of some members of the team were worth it, as they didn't know what was going on.

In one of those shots Ben wanted to squirrel away and flee the dull session to get their lunch. It was fine, this was her work after all, and it wasn't like he was going away to have fun, just wanted to save some time. "Surprise me, bring a lot" Katherine said before saying him goodbye with another kiss. It took a few changes of attire more, making Katherine end up tired of changing, before they could call it a day. Katherine got out of the swimsuit, not wanting to put another one in a few days at least, and just got some underwear on her before getting her comfy bath robe in. The session had gone well, and after picking up the trinkets the ruckus there turned into calm as people started to go out her place.

It was a while later when Ben returned triumphantly home, bringing the goods as promised. "I survived! I'm on the couch!" Katherine shouted, hearing Ben enter the place. She was comfortably laying down as long as she was on her magnificent couch, while resting her feet on the lap of the Japanese woman that was applying her make up before. "I didn't introduce you before" Katherine admitted, while the woman just smiled and kept working on her toenails, painting them a fiery red that reminded of her choice of lipstick the day before. "Reiko, this is Ben, my boyfriend and doctor" Katherine said. "Reiko here is a wonderful artist, I asked her to stay a while so I could be ready" she did one of her no explanations, as she didn't say ready for what.

"A pleasure" Reiko looked to Ben with a smile, then returned to her tast.

"I'm hungry, what did you get?" Katherine asked, rising her hands from her covered belly where they were resting.

"Oh no, you don't" Reiko chastised her. "That paint needs to properly dry, so you can't get your hands into the meal" she added, as Katherine's nails where already bright red.

"But..." she was about to protest, but soon stopped. "Doesn't matter. Ben, be a darling, sit here, rest my head in your lap and feed me" Katherine said, making Reiko open her eyes and widen her smile.

Ben enjoyed the view, and was now pretty certain he could never have enough of his girlfriend in underwears. Thinking of it, he also liked her when she dressed up so that probably meant she would bewitch him whatever she'd wear.

It was a scene though. First hearing someone telling Katherine she couldn't do something, then the whole picture in itself. It got Ben curious and the mention of the paint needing to dry, had him comment "oh, so the shoots lasted for longer than expected" while getting the gyozas in a plate first and a bowl of Katsu curry. He left the beans for later as feeding her with them, he was a bit affraid of a chocking accident.

The rest of the food, he was confident in his chopsticks skills.

So, carefully, he approached her and lifted her head gently before getting on the couch too, folding his legs in front of him and placing a thin pillow so her head would be at ease and he wouldn't have to turn uncomfortably either to feed her.

Reiko corrected him though, explaining the shoots ended on time but the whole process of doing Katherine's nails wasn't as quickly done as he imagined. She explained him about the massaging and relaxing of each fingers and the filing and polishing and everything and the same for her toenails and Ben, while he had to focus on feeding Katherine cautiously as well as not forgetting himself in the process, was also surprised by all the attention and détails.

Even though it was so like his girlfriend to have it all even for such task has having her nails done. Nothing was ever slapdashed or quickly done. Everything had to look like a royal treatment.

Admittedly, it somehow triggered his submissive space a little bit, the part of his brain probably in charge of admiring Katherine too.
He found it sexy and the thought that Reiko might secretly be infatuated with Katherine, part judging, part fantasizing by her body language, did aroused him too. In fact, he wondered if she even slightly felt his penis hardenning under the soft and thin pillow.
Well, the sight of the nearly fully naked amazone did help too.

"Oh, comfy..." Katherine relaxed on Ben's lap, feeling pampered on both ends. She had her friend Reiko carefully doing her toenails while she rested her feet on her lap, and she had her boyfriend feeding her while resting her head on his lap. "Mff, tasty. Good choice with the gyozas" Katherine admitted, as the tasty dumplings were helping her to feel revitalized. "What more did you bring? Curry... I like it, give me, even if it's a bit messy" Katherine was doing her best capricious princess, demanding to be fed like a little girl. It wasn't very spicy, but she liked it like that, Katherine wasn't specially good with very spicy foods.

"Ah, we left the central heating high since I was wearing swimsuits all the time..." she said, fanning her face with her right hand, putting care on not messing the nail paint. "I don't want to move and you two are below me" she said, in more sense than one. "Hope you don't mind..." Katherine said, opening the already precarious bath robe with the palm of her hands so her nails would be safe, letting it fall around her torso and thighs. Under it she was wearing a scarlet set of bra and panties that seemed to be picked to match the color of her nails, and knowing her, probably was. "Ah, much better" she said, resting her hands on her belly.

Reiko had completely stopped her careful painting, having trouble to remove her eyes from Katherine. "I love this outfit, don't you Ben?" Katherine commented. "Now that I think of it, wasn't I wearing this for the first photo shoot we made?" she asked this time to Reiko, all innocence in the tone of her words, even if she already knew the answer.

Ben loved Katherine's anthousiasm and happily obliged, feeding her but still trying not to make a mess out of it either. Curry sauce looked like a bore to clean and, even though he was pretty sure Katherine would say something like "oh, I have people to take care of it don't worry" he thought adding to anyone's trouble wasn't his style when he could avoid it.

Anyway, his thoughts couldn't stay too long away from converging back to the sculpted goddess who just happened to lay in front of him wearing next to nothing.
He had to say, this photo shoot was now taking a rather interesting turn.
As much as Ben wanted to focus on feeding his temptress of a girlfriend, it was also obvious his mind wandered to some much more kinky places as his penis was quite hard now Under the pillow on which her head was resting.

He could perfectly understand why Reiko suddenly stopped her activity. Beside, those touches of red on her nails and toenails had something hypnotic, it was hard not to follow them with your eyes.
And now this red bikini and the way she seemed to be flirting with Reiko, somehow playing with her mind, Ben couldn't help imagining something happened between the two and it seemed, the kinkier his min got the harder his penis reminded him he was completely under Kate's spell.

"the answer is pretty easy, isn't it ?" he replied and took a bite of the japanese food too, if only to focus on something else for a few seconds. Chewing was cool. Chewing tasty food was even better. Yet, as soon as he swallowed and the call for another bite played on his tongue he was reminded why so many people associated food with sex.

Also, Reiko's face, a mix of hesitation, failed defiance and resignation made Ben playful and bold enough as to say "Do you often torture her like this?" even though he had no real clue about a previous Relationship between the two but a male fantasy wish. Still, it seemed the whole scene allowed and almos begged for this comment.
In fact, he felt cocky enough so as to say "beside, I almost thought you were the type to have people fanning you." This line begged for another bite and he did just so and in his mind fantasy, he was both cocky and cool now.