Dishes cleared, leftovers stowed, kitchen spotless. Alex peeked at the girls. Maria had spilled Mary's tale. Should he offer his bed? Nah, she would drift there naturally.
Slipping to his room, Alex texted Luna and Maria: early sleep for an early rise. Then came Beth's flurry of messages, dripping with eagerness.
Not his girlfriend yet, but a goodnight text could pave the way. He snapped a photo of himself lounging in bed and sent it: "So much ahead tomorrow, including you. Lights out.
"When dawn broke. Alex stirred before the house awoke. He whipped up a light breakfast, scarfed it down, then texted Luna: heading to the Association registry. Driving off Alex hope a job would pop up.
Early hours meant the desk was still closed, but the building buzzed with life, mission boards and amenities open to all. He gazed at the octagon arena, where fighters and spectators clashed every night, bets soaring high on weekends. Bars clustered on one side, the food court on the other, connected by a bustling hall to the Association registry.
Past the aromas of sizzling grills, Alex reached the job wall in the registry. He scanned the postings so intently that he missed the counter opening as he ran scenarios of each mission in his mind.
A line had formed already, Minutes ticked by as he stood patiently. At the desk, he greeted the receptionist: "Hello, I am Alex Cross. I am here for my Identification card."
"Right away, sir." She slid it over. "Will you be registering as a hunter with the Association?"
"Yes, please." She nodded. Processing would take moments.
His card arrived. He checked the identification and hunter card to ensure all details were correct. "There is a subjugate mission on the board involving a wolf outbreak. Can you sign me up?" he asked, voice steady.
"Sadly, all the fighting jobs have been taken. The only jobs left are for helping dismantle the monsters for materials," she replied.
"Actually, that is the job I want." Alex disliked how the Porter-Class was seem as weak, when to him it was an over powered Class, it's utility massive.
After registering, Alex pored over the mission report. Wolves had invaded farming lands northwest of the city, emerging from the nearby river valley. The Association demanded there extermination. An open red gate nearby was the likely culprit, with only F-rank wolves spotted, classifying the threat as F to E rank.
Plenty of experience to earn there. Come Monday, he hoped to have awaken his job class. He handed the report back to the receptionist, then headed to his car, texting Beth: "Good morning, Beth. I just finished registering with the Association. Are you free now?"
"Free all day," came her reply, laced with kiss emojis.
"Great, send me your address. I will come over right now. Do you want me to pick up food? I am at the food court if you do, or we can go out later for lunch." He texted.
But her follow-up ignited something deeper: she was hungry for him since last night. Alex drove off toward the address she sent. Her building loomed in a high-rise enclave of the elite, where every street screamed wealth. He felt like an intruder, half-expecting a littering fine just for parking his beat-up ride here.
What the hell, he thought, as a security car cruised past, eyeing him like a suspect instantly. Without Beth's precise directions to the underground parking, he would be cornered in some cramped security office, grilled until cops hauled him away. With jails bursting, he would end up dumped in a rough neighborhood, probably blocks from home. His car? Sent to be scrapped at the nearest junkyard, a short walk from his house.
He parked in the dim underground lot and headed to the elevator, punching in the code. The doors slid open, and he stepped inside. Before ascending, he fired off a quick text to his stepmom: "Finished registering as a hunter, got jobs lined up for Saturday and Sunday.
"The elevator dinged, and Alex strode down the left hallway to her door, knocking firmly. Bethany swung it open, clad in sheer black lace lingerie that clung to her curves: a see-through top and matching panties that left little to the imagination.
At five foot seven, her body was toned and inviting, her thick hair cascading down her back. The glasses perched on her nose gave her that irresistible secretary allure, like she was primed for her boss to claim her right there.
Alex stepped inside, locking the door with a click. He closed the distance, his hands sliding gently into her hair, tilting her face up. His lips brushed her skin in soft, lingering kisses, leaving faint wet trails across her cheeks and jaw. He captured her mouth next, sucking lightly on her full lips, tasting her warmth.
His hands drifted lower, tracing the soft swell of her body, fingers kneading and exploring from her waist up to her breasts, then down again. He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through the lace, pulling her hips against his growing hardness. Parting her lips with his tongue, he coaxed hers into a deep, hungry dance, the heat between them building in her lavish apartment.
Pulling back, Alex caught the sight that stirred him deeper: Beth's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth agape with her tongue peeking out, a glistening strand of saliva bridging their lips. Her pierced nipples strained against the lace, hard peaks begging for attention, while a dark wet patch bloomed across her panties, betraying her arousal.
To tease her further, he peeled off his shirt and pants, draping them over the couch arm. He sank into the center cushion and beckoned her closer, taking her hand in his, thumb circling her palm in slow promise.
"I'm going to fuck you all day since you're free. Now strip."
Her fingers trembled as she obeyed, shedding the lingerie piece by piece, revealing smooth skin flushed with need. He guided her onto his lap, hands roaming her thighs in firm strokes, mouth latching onto one breast. He sucked the nipple deep, tongue flicking the piercing, while his free hand delved between her legs, tracing her slick folds.
The suction intensified, drawing whimpers from her as his fingers plunged into her soaked heat, velvet walls clenching around him. He crooked them against her inner ridge, rubbing with precision until her body quivered, thighs clamping his wrist. He did not relent, sucking harder until she shattered, her cries muffled against his hair as she clutched his head to her chest.
Releasing the swollen nipple, he toyed with the piercing, watching it glisten. He shifted her around, facing the other way, and lavished the same on her other breast, fingers pumping her pussy relentlessly. She arched into it, her spasms milking his fingers a second time, juices coating his hand.
Gently, he eased her to the floor between his knees, ensuring her gaze locked on him. With deliberate slowness, he tugged down his boxers, freeing his thick cock. He wrapped his fist around it, stroking from base to tip, veins pulsing under his grip.
"You like that?" he murmured.
"You waxed for me?" she breathed, eyes wide.
He said nothing, just held her stare as hunger etched her features. She leaned in, lips parting, but he halted her with a firm hand. Not yet. From his pants pocket, he retrieved the massage oil and pressed the bottle into her palm, then scooped her up, carrying her slender form to the bedroom.