Note by Capri: Well yes… we couldn’t stop ourselves and had to take another kinky dive with the boys and hmmm… we love these kind of stories :D I hope you’ll like it too. This was our fifth longer story after one year of writing together :P Our work relationship seems to be indestructible! XD
Note by Useless-girl: We wanted something special – the title indicates it. It won’t be like our other stories. After a few twists it’ll fold out why not. There are new things we’ve put into this one. Things that we’ve never used before. And the boys getting into the studio to make their last album (SOTU) gave nice inspiration to the story…. Life took mercy on us…
A long, boring night. She let her bored gaze wander around the room with enormous sizes. Within half an hour it’ll be full with suited men and women wearing fancy dresses. Snooty rich people. She felt sick even from thinking on them as she maneuvered a big tray between the skinny women, offering snacks with a wry smile. She got used to the disdainful looks. She could think only on her salary and how she’ll have to divide until the end of the month so there’d be enough money for her studies too. When someone’s twenty years old it’s rare that someone can live into the world carelessly. She still can’t drink alcohol or drive without a presence of an adult. But she didn’t think that these things made someone an adult. She lives alone, pays her rent and for school and takes care of herself. She wished it wasn’t this difficult.
As she eyed herself in a long mirror, she saw an unlucky disaster named Anita staring back at her. She was relatively tall – 172 centimeters, but she weighted around 70 kg. Her straight black hair was long – reached to her waist. She was nothing charming, attracting or beautiful. She had no boyfriend, but she didn’t even need it. Her cat and those few plants she was able to keep alive made up for everything.
She was doing casual job tonight – like usually. Now she was playing the waitress. She had to wear skirts, although she hated it despite its black color. Her boss’ voice dragged her back into reality – it was time to open the doors. She suppressed a sigh and went to her place next to her actual workmate behind the counter. If it was needed, they were immediately able to refill the glasses with chilled, sparkling champagne. She wished she could drink one too to be able to live through this long night filled with suffering, but of course she couldn’t do it. Her sense of obligation was way stronger than that and after all if she was busted, she wouldn’t have got her money and in that case she would’ve had to cut back on everything until next month. So she just put on a painted little smile and watched as the room got filled with the world of sparkling dresses, diamonds and brills, which were unreachable to her.
She knew even before her boss that he’ll send her out with the tray. They always send her. She always felt as if everyone was laughing on her behind her back and maybe she wasn’t that wrong about that. She stopped looking over her shoulder: it would’ve been too obvious. She had learned how to hide the glimpses she made time after time. If she heard laughing, she automatically disappeared from there and started thinking about what she could’ve screwed up this time or what was so funny about her again.
And yes, when her boss waved to her, she sighed and lifted up a tray to move towards the crowd. She adjusted her expression, put on her smile and mingled between the laughing and drinking guests. It wasn’t dinner time yet. That’d be the smaller death of hers – during dinner she won’t be needed, it wasn’t her job to serve the food. She’ll have to serve more drinks after they’ve finished eating. Luckily. She wouldn’t have got the mood to watch the picky guest’s disgusted faces in case they didn’t like their supper.
She was slowly becoming a professional with maneuvering the tray of champagne, knowing when she’ll have to get some more. She always adjusted her rounds in the room according to this. She still had time and she really hoped that this time she won’t screw up anything – like last time when a tipsy guest pushed her and half of a dozen glasses landed on the floor and of course their prize was cut off from her salary. The guests are always right. Sure, let’s punish the poor student girl even more, let’s deprive her from 3 days meal, she’s got some backup on her body anyway…
While Anita made her rounds in the room, some more men in suits walked in. Dave wrinkled his nose. Even though Martin told him not to act like a child and behave, he couldn’t stop himself. His face showed his disgust and it was just getting worse after he glanced around. To tell the truth he wasn’t willing to walk further in at all, but Fletch – in a not too obvious way – started to push him forward and Martin blocked his way from the left.
“Why do I have to do this?” the singer moaned.
“Because Depeche Mode needs good promotion apart from the albums and the concerts” Martin mumbled. He wasn’t entirely happy from this obligation either, but they couldn’t do against it. And they were already here. “You should rather smile, Dave, as Fletch does. Try to put a good face to it.”
Dave tried, but it rather seemed as a snarl so he gave up. “Let’s find some expensive champagne. I’ll be bad and bitchy.”
“As if that didn’t sound like you” Martin murmured, but nodded and spotted the nearest waitress, a girl with braid long hair, and waved to her when their eyes met. Anita’s expression didn’t change as she walked to them, balancing the remained four glasses on her tray. ‘Fantastic, another bloody rich guy who treats me like a dog…’ she thought to herself.
“Very funny, Gore” Dave answered. Meanwhile Anita reached them and he took a glass from the tray “Thanks. What kind is it?” he asked from the girl.
“French champagne…” she said, hesitating for a moment, because she had no idea about its brand, she only managed to remember this. She was never good in this kind of stuff. “It’s bloody expensive” she added quietly and a bit awkwardly.
“Great” Dave said and drank it with one sip “No, no, no, stay. I still need you” he said when he saw that she was about to leave. He took another glass.
She stood there patiently and watched as this strange man drank his second champagne too, which made her tray empty. “Do you want me to bring some more?” she asked, feeling uncomfortable a bit.
“No, I think this’ll be enough for him” Martin put in, sending a little smile for Anita, who nodded and disappeared before she would’ve found herself in the middle of an embarrassing debate.
“Thanks for worrying” Dave mumbled.
“It’s natural. You know that you’re not allowed to drink too much” he shrugged “Let’s go and do those damned circles.”
“I agree. Let’s get over with it.”
Meanwhile Anita’s boss told her to go to the newly arrived guests. The dinner was near and she repeated this to survive the remaining minutes, walking around – sometimes spotting the chatting 3 men here or there.
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Finally the moment came when she could put down her tray – which made her hand numb. Now it was time for others to work and she can rest a bit. This night wasn’t too good. She knew people and here no one was honest. She hated being there. After the crowd disappeared she cleared the small tables where the guests had been drinking and chatting until now and then se sat down onto a chair. She bent her forehead into her palm and closed her eyes to switch off her brain for a little while.
In the open door of the main room a blonde guy appeared as he nearly fled the dinner. He wasn’t hungry, he rather wanted to drink something. He was bored to death from these events, but he kept himself together. As he approached the bar where a waiter was ready to take the guests orders, he spotted the relaxing girl sitting by a table, but for now his eyes just passed her. First he needed a drink. As a started he asked for a double whiskey without ice. The next one can have ice. He sat onto one of the bar stools and drank half of the content of his glass with one sip and sighed in relief. He felt himself immediately better and now he took his time with looking around. A posh couple hurried to the dinner, a few waiters adjusted this smaller room and that girl was there too. Now he had a little more time to take a good look at her.
She lifted her head, cuz she felt as if someone was watching her. And yes, her instincts were right again, that blonde guy was there. A grimace showed up on her face then she switched to a bored expression.
Martin was amused by the obvious fact that she hated being here as well. With one sip he made the rest of his drink disappear and now he asked for the next one with ice before looking at the girl again. She wasn’t that typical model he got used to during the years, but she wasn’t ugly either. If she wore some more make-up on her nice little face, she could have been quite attractive. Though she was still okay, but as he watched her he noted to himself that she was that kind of girl, who doesn’t grab men’s attention right away. Previously he could notice that she was stall and he knew that she had grey eyes. He has been always a good observer. Somehow he liked that sullen expression she had as she was sitting there, fixing her gaze on the table cloth, holding her orange juice with one hand.
Anita started to avoid the blonde man, although she knew that he was way more than unabashed now. But tonight she needed her strength and she didn’t like to get into fights anyway. She stirred her juice with her straw absentmindedly.
After a few minutes Martin slid off of his stool with the third whiskey in his hand and walked to the lonely girl, who was clearly out of place here, because none of his colleagues spent a minute to look at her.
She came back to reality when she realized that someone was sitting opposite her. She looked up curiously, because she thought that the dinner was over, but when she noticed that it was just the blonde man, and her ‘What do you want?’ expression showed up on her face. Her hands left her glass behind as she pulled them back to her chest as she straightened her back, getting further from the stranger.
“Do you need something?” she asked, trying to be polite while she forced herself to look normally on him.
“Just your company.”
“Sir, I think I’m not the best for that. I guess you have enough acquaintances here. ‘I mean get lost’ she added in her head. Why? Why did he need to pick her?
“You look so out of place.”
“Because I don’t belong here” she shrugged “I’m just an employee here, who serve drinks.”
“And you wish all of this to go to hell.”
“I can’t answer this” she shrugged again.
“Are you afraid that your boss’ll hear it or that I tell him?” he sipped again.
“I don’t want to get into trouble – it’s this simple. I need the money.”
“And for what are you saving with this élan?”
“For a Barbie dream chaise” she groaned. It didn’t really mattered anymore.
Martin was about to drink, but when he heard her answer, he snorted and couldn’t stop coughing.
“I’m sorry!” she jumped up and gave a tissue to him while she carefully patted his back.
He had a wide grin on his face as he looked up “Oh, it’s okay, no problem! I wish I could just burn these things!” he pointed onto his elegant suit “It’s not my world.”
“Really? But you’re a guest here, which means that you’re rich and probably this won’t be your last party from this kind” she shrugged and sat down.
“But I never asked for this. I just wanted to make music. I didn’t know back then that I’ll have to come to such events” he sighed and coughed a bit more “But… you never mentioned your name. What is it?”
“Is this relevant information for the short time of our acquaintance?” she asked back.
“I just want to know whom I’m talking to” he smiled and shrugged kindly. He found the girl more and more sympathetic.
The young woman smiled then – not knowing why – but she said “Anita” and looked into the green eyes.
“Thank you” the white smile got wider “I’m Martin” he held out his hand, but instead of shaking hers he gently kissed the soft hand.
“I think you want something…” she looked at him piercingly but not displeasingly.
“Maybe you’re not wrong” he sipped another one “You don’t like it?”
“Bah… don’t make me laugh!” she rolled her eyes.
“Why do you say this? You’re pretty and I like you. Where’s the problem?” he looked at her in honest surprise.
“Financial differences? I’m not in your world, Martin.”
“In the world of emotions it doesn’t count at all. There it doesn’t matter how thick your wallet is or if the other’s dress is ragged. We’re all damaged people somewhere, blessed with a short life. So why not exploiting the opportunities life gives us before dying thanks to “God’s” sick sense of humor?” he looked into the grey eyes.
“What kind of music do you write?” she asked as she propped her chin in her palm. The man started to seem interesting to her although she knew that he needed her just for some hot sex… But as she gave it another thought… maybe she wouldn’t be protesting too much… It has been so long ago since someone… but she rather concentrated on the answer, for now.
“It’s not easy to categorize it” he shrugged “I’m rather interested in the lyrics, electronic music is just a plus to them with David’s voice. David was the man next to us in black suit, who drank two glasses of champagne” he explained when he saw the confused look on her. This girl really didn’t recognize them, and somehow he was glad about that now.
She nodded then she noticed some noises sweeping out from the main room “I think that the dinner will be over soon. You should go back.”
Anita saw as Martin looked towards the doors too and she realized that she felt sorry that he’ll go back there and she’ll be just a waitress again. If he made an offer… but she didn’t even know why she was thinking like this. There was no other woman available nearby, that’s all. She fixed her grey eyes on the table not to see the blonde man go back before she has to bow before the guests again.
As if Martin had read her mind… he stood up and offered his hand for her.
“I’m not going back there, but I’d like you to come with me…” he looked at her with an obvious glint in his eyes “Are you coming with me?”
‘You have to be clever now’ she thought. ‘You gave up yourself for a smile and a pair of green eyes! For some beautiful green eyes, if you think deeper into it… Oh damn! You can be a whore just once in a life time!’ She smiled and slid her hand into his.
“Where do you want to take me?” she asked as if she had no clue.
“To the first place where we can be alone” he whispered and quickly led her out from the room. For a moment he looked around then headed for the men’s room.
“Why? What do you want to do with me?” she asked again with a huge smile.
“I think you know!” he grinned back then checked if they were alone in the restroom. There was no one else. In the next moment he was already closing the door of one of the cubicles and gently pressed Anita against the wall, looking into the now deep-grey eyes. There was no turning back. He slowly leant over and pressed his lips against hers. She deepened the kiss immediately, savoring Mart’s mouth greedily, as if her hidden side surfaced. When she actually managed to pull back from him, she looked at him panting “I’m not normal” she moaned.
“I like it!” he said right away and grabbed her hips to pull her against him, letting her feel that he wasn’t lying.
“If they fire me, you have to compensate!” she laughed but it ended in a moan and she felt that her long-suppressed desires got quickly close to the surface. She dragged Mart back to her while her fingers found their way under the suit and took rid off it.
“Of course!” he moaned into her mouth and greedily started unbuttoning her shirt. In a few moments he revealed the full breasts. He growled from the sight and licked along the hem of the white bra immediately.
Anita giggled again then reached for Mart’s tie and it landed on the floor within a minute before his shirt followed it, revealing the skin of his chest. This time he found himself pressed against the wall as Anita tasted his upper body with her tongue and teeth, biting harder and harder.
“Oh yes! That’s it! How did you know that I…” he moaned, trying to hold himself back as he bent his head back then he looked down at the wild waitress.
“I just have to look you in the eye” she answered smiling then bit again, but she realized where they were and sped up so she could kneel down in front of him, worshiping him. She quickly got rid off the disturbing layers, but she couldn’t suppress an ‘Oh my god’ when she faced his size.
Martin laughed quietly “Don’t be afraid, it won’t bite!” he stroked the flushed face.
“I hope so” she looked up at him “You get just some warm-up” she said, knowing that they were in a public place. She wanted to get going.
She bent back to Mart’s groin and ran her tongue on it a few times before taking his hardness into her mouth. Now she blessed the evolution for being able to take his size in. Martin dug his fingers into the braided hair and made her move faster, but then with a sudden tug he pulled Anita up before she could get too lost in the situation. He pressed her against the wall again while tugging up her skirt and pushing down her panties. In the next moment he pressed his hand onto her mouth and rammed into her with one swift move, going as deep as possible.
Her moan sounded muffled, but if Martin hadn’t stopped her with his hand on her mouth, her voice would’ve echoed in there. From his rough move she felt as if he was raping her, but it just turned her on even more. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning while she put her legs around Mart’s waist to force him even closer. Now she didn’t worried about being too heavy.
Martin tried to hold himself back as well while he accelerated his moves and he achieved to do so partly with wildly kissing the offered full lips. His one hand grabbed Anita’s thigh, the other dragged her bra half-way down so he could play with the hardened nipple. She moaned into Mart’s mouth and scratched his nape with her nails. She was getting close and Mart wasn’t far either. Both of his hands grabbed the soft thighs and his hips started to move even wilder as he groaned and panted onto the slightly open lips. She was panting and mumbled some “that’s its”, “don’t stops”, and “fasters”. When Martin did what he was told, her body decided that it cannot take it anymore and she strained against the wall, cumming. Martin gasped for air as the tight and wet hotness around him started pulsating. He couldn’t take this sensual pain either. He felt as his hot load filled her after a rough push.
Anita enjoyed the nice feeling of satiety then she raised her left arm to glimpse at her watch.
“Oh god! The dinner was over 5 minutes ago. I have to run!” she said and let Mart go, picked up her clothes, but before she stepped out from there she exchanged a passionate kiss with the blonde man “I won’t see you ever again, anyway” she whispered into his ear then ran out from the restroom and hoped that no one will notice her absence.
The man left behind first looked at the girl a bit surprised then a wide grin appeared on his face. ‘Who knows?’ he mused as he imagined how he’d pamper the curvaceous beauty under normal circumstances. He shook his head, collected his clothes and adjusted them before deciding to search for his friends. He was sure that they were already swearing and trying to guess where the hell he did go this time. Well… he got what he wanted, he was satisfied. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come to this awful party.
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