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When Martin stepped into the smaller room where they’d arrived earlier, Dave was on his side within a moment, coming from nowhere.

“Martin! Where were you? We searched for you everywhere!”

“Don’t tell me Dave that you were so worried because of me that now you have the need to hug me and give two smacking kisses onto my face” the blonde musician laughed.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” Andy asked.

“How much did you drink Martin and where have you been?” Dave cut in too.

“Who are you? My wife?” he grinned widely.

“Martin, do I really smell some woman’s perfume on you?” the singer sniffed into the air.

“Huh, I’m busted!” he rolled his eyes “By the way this is the newest odor of Chanel. Do you like it?” he joked with his friends, but then he couldn’t take their confused expressions anymore: he started laughing.

“So you let us suffer there while you picked up some pretty rich chick and fucked her?” Dave grimaced. Of course it was envy talking from him.

“No! Slander!” he protested.

“Then what?” Andy asked again.

“I had to pee. Are you happy?”

“And there was where the smell stuck to you, huh?” the red-haired man looked at him doubtingly.

“No Andy… he fucked the girl there!” Dave grinned “And? Who was it? Tell me something, cuz I’m so fuckin’ bored!”

“And why do we have to talk about my sexual life?” Mart sighed while his eyes wandered on the crowd so he could see a familiar figure disappear among the guests.

Dave followed Mart’s gaze as he winked at Anita, who blushed and looked down, disappearing again.

“Bite me! The waitress?!” Dave cried out.

“Please scream it louder” the blonde man looked at him.

“So you did her!” the singer laughed “And was it at least good between her fleshy thighs?” he whispered dirtily.

“You pervert animal” he whispered back.

“Look who’s talking!” he patted Mart’s shoulder “It doesn’t matter, I’ll make you spill the details later anyway. Luckily we don’t have to stay for too long.”

“Finally. I’m getting hungry.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you fuck the employees instead of eating….”

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After a few days Anita was sitting in her rented flat and tried to learn for her next exam when her cell started to ring. She knew that it has to be some kind of a job, because she bought her cell phone just for this reason. She picked it up. After a few minutes chatting it turned out that it was really about a new job, but it was too good to be true.

The offered money was amazingly good for her. It covered around 3 months’ expenses of hers. And this is why she started to think hard what to do. The party’d be in Santa Barbara, by a famous guy. They said on the phone that they’d pay for the travel costs too. It was too good to be true. She couldn’t understand why they needed her there, because she wasn’t the best waitress on the planet. And how did they know whom to call from Santa Barbara anyway? Maybe a guy saw her during one of her jobs? She had lots of questions, but as she glimpsed into the metal box where she kept her money, she had to confess to herself that she has to do this job.

“Well, Ash, at least I’ll get some color while running around down there” she stroked her cat, who just jumped onto her lap “I have to take you to Silvy for those few days when I won’t be at home. Because this client wants a 3-days-long party! Nice, huh? A party-marathon. But of course it’s good for me and for my future” she sighed musing, automatically stroking her purring cat as she stared out of the window.

After she decided that she’ll accept the offer – because she had to – she called the agent she’d talked to. This agent thing was so typical to the rich people as well. ‘What harm can it do if I hear his voice on the phone?’ She put these thoughts aside and reached down for her cat, because Ash was meowing and crawling hungrily around her.

After she fed her pet she went into her bedroom to start packing her stuff. At least they’ve called on time! Tomorrow she has to leave.

She couldn’t catch too much sleep that night - her mind was full with the trip. Then she went to the New Jersey airport and patiently waited for her flight to take off. There was nothing else to do anyway. She wasn’t a fan of airplanes, although she had very few opportunities to fly high – in any means. But her trip went smoothly, without any problems although it was a bit boring. In the sunny Santa Barbara, at the airport’s entrance a driver waited for her with her name on a sign. She sighed then grabbed her suitcase and walked to him. She had at least half an hour from the airport to the house where the party will take place, so she had a little time to look at the nice city through the windows. But when she exited the car, the sight took her breath away. The building built in a Mediterranean style wasn’t ostentatious, but it was clear that the owner had a nice bank account.

The driver walked to the gates and inserted a code which opened the gates. Anita quickly walked into the garden before the driver parked. She stopped in front of the main door and after a few moments of hesitating she pressed the bell. A dog started to bark on the other side immediately. ‘One good point. At least I’ll have someone to talk to’ she thought.

After waiting a few moments – taking in the garden with her eyes – the door with some nice fretwork had opened and a blonde man watched the black-haired girl examining his garden.

“Do you like what you see? Because I do” he grinned.

“Martin?” she looked at him stunned.

“In the flesh” his grin got wider.

“You… you mean bastard!” she pushed him in the chest “What the hell am I doing here?!” she asked and turning around she wanted to exit the garden.

“Hey! Wait!” he went after her and grabbing her upper-arm he turned her around “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home!”

“No, Anita! Please, wait! I really need you! You’re a good waitress and I want to help to you. This is why I’ve offered this job. The party wasn’t a lie and I need a familiar face among the waitresses, whom I can trust.”

“I don’t need your money, Martin! It’s unbelievable that you had no gut to call me in person! And I don’t need your pity either!”

“Hey, listen, Anita! I’m not pitying you. Why would you bite the helping hand? I know that you need money, I just want to help a bit. Don’t take it as a donation. Rather like a gift from fate. Why wouldn’t you live with the opportunity if it landed on your lap? Why would you refuse working in an environment where people wouldn’t look down on you?”

“So this is how I should look at it, not as free money? Poor Anita cannot manage to earn money from her own strength?!” she enjoyed watching the stunned Martin staring at the pavement then she went on “But… I need the job. But next time you offer me one, pick up that damned phone and call me in person and be sure that it’ll be job, not a care package. Are we clear?”

“Yes, we are… and I’m sorry. I didn’t want it this way. I thought that maybe you’ll be happy to see me again.

Anita was a bit shocked from this last sentence. ‘He missed me?’
“Why? Are you happy to see me?” she asked with a little smile.

“You think I’d have made you come here if not?” he looked honestly into her eyes.

“Well… if you really needed just someone to do the job…”

Martin was surprised by his own reaction but he slightly blushed “Well… I like thinking back on the things we did in the restroom as well” he smiled boyishly.

Anita’s smile got wider “Really?”

“Why do you question every one of my sentences?” his grin widened and he gently stroked along her upper-arm.

“Why should I trust people?”

“Because not every one of them wants to fool and use you?” he asked back while he invited her into the house.

“Oh, sure…” she snapped and let him lead her.

Martin showed the house and the garden. They stepped out there through the living room’s doors. The party’d be held there. Finally they ended their little tour in the kitchen, where some other people were already preparing things.

“And this’ll be your kingdom” he noted quietly, leaning to her ear “If you want to take a shower and change after your flight, you can use the guest room I’ve showed you upstairs.”

“Alright, thanks. Do you have some special tasks for me to do or should I just help where I can?”

“Well…” he dragged her out from the kitchen, hiding behind a wall “would you mind if I asked some more from you?” he pulled her closer as he whispered his question onto her lips.

“Now?” she asked back.

“If you want…”

“And the job?”

“Hey, little girl, I’m the boss, remember? You can have extra free time whenever I want it.”

“And when do you want it… boss?” she asked and now her eyes turned darker.

“Now!” he whispered hoarsely and kissed her passionately, pressing the soft body against his.

“H-here?” she asked and she had already difficulties with speaking. She could already feel the bulge pressing against her groan.

“No, you silly!” he laughed then took her hand and hurried up on the stairs into the master bedroom. In the minute the door had closed behind them, he started unbuttoning Anita’s dark-blue shirt, not letting her go even for a moment.

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Anita woke up a few hours later alone. She rarely slept during daytime, but it showed that Martin wore out her. She had way more than one orgasm thanks to him and this made her smile. She started to believe that she has something in her which grabbed this guy’s attention. She slowly dressed up and went to the guest room to take a shower and change then went down to help for the others in the kitchen. She liked to cook and it felt good to do something and create tasty food. When she wasn’t needed, she did a quick tour in the house again and this way she found a door which was new for her. She was curious so she carefully opened it. She switched the lights on and she realized that she was in a studio. The mixing table and the microphones were behind a glass, and there was a couch in the room as well. A green guitar was resting on the soft fabric and over it there was an English flag on the wall. The other guitars were lined up next to the wall.

She carefully stepped further in. She had never been in a studio before and she wanted to discover every corner of it. First she walked to the flag and softly touched it. She smiled then her eyes spotted the guitar on the couch. She sat down and took it into her hands. She tried to plunk it – she never in her life had a guitar in her hands. This green one was heavier than the other guitars made from wood and had a more metallic sound. She had no idea how famous songs had born thanks for its strings.

So he really was a musician, he didn’t lie to her. She smiled as her gaze fell onto a bunch of papers on a smaller table. She leant down and started reading the one on the top. It was some lyrics. She bit down on her lip, because she thought it was beautiful. In the foot notes she read that it was for the new album of a band called Depeche Mode and that it’d be the third track. ‘Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode… it sounds familiar’ she mused ‘So this is his band…’

“Hey there” she heard the familiar voice from the door.

“I… I just… well okay, I was curious” she straightened up “Are you mad?”

The blonde man smiled “No, not at all. Although it’s really a sanctuary” he looked around then walked next to her and ran his fingers on the guitar’s neck “I see you’ve found it…”

“It wasn’t difficult. I guess it’s close to you.”

“If you’d know what songs I’ve written with the help of it… But… as I’ve noticed you don’t know” he smiled again.

“I know that you’re in Depeche Mode and I have some blurry memories about the 80s and 90s. I guess I’ve heard some of your songs, but I’m sorry, I never had too much time to listen to music.”

“No problem” he took his guitar “Dave is our singer anyway. I sing just rarely.”

“Yes, you write the lyrics, I remember” she smiled at him “But I think it’d be better for me to go downstairs, checking if everything’s ok.”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know. For example they rob your kitchen or they start to hit each other with the carrots” she shrugged with a serious expression.

Mart tried to hold his laughter back, but he couldn’t.

“I know now why I love you so much!” he laughed.

“Oh come on! How could you love me? You’ve met me just a few days ago” she shrugged.

“How? I love your body, the way you move during sex, the way you cum, I love the color of your eyes, your voice, your hair, your humor, that you’re nice and in a perverted way I love that certain fear from people you have.”

“You’re a strange man, Martin Gore!” this time she laughed “And I hate that side of me, who always doubts things, even when you say nice things” she caressed his face.

“And what do you feel?” he pulled her onto his lap to start gently kissing her neck.

“What do I feel?” she smiled and sighed “A skilled tongue on my sensitive neck. I feel that.”

“And?” he started to use his teeth too.

“Are you curious about my heart or my body, which starts to get turned on?”

“Both!” he whispered into her neck.

“What do you like in me, Martin? I mean, I’m not that model type you’ve got used to…”

“And that’s it. This coughed my attention. And then I started to get to know you. Of course I don’t know you 100%, but the things I know so far… I like those very much and it turns me on as well. You allure me like a moth is dragged towards the flame” he smiled at her.

“This sounds good. I hope I won’t regret this” she smiled then she didn’t let Martin say another word, because she gave him a passionate kiss “I want you again!” she started undoing the worn-out jeans after noticing the familiar bulge.

Martin didn’t protest, he leant back on the couch and let Anita do whatever she wanted. He felt that from every move he got harder and harder and his mind was already full of ideas what he’ll do to her in the soundproofed studio. “Tell me your feelings, your thoughts, about everything, Anita! I want to know everything! I want you to talk even when I fuck you from behind!” he said on a very hoarse tone, looking into her eyes.

Anita shivered and felt her groin throb from his last sentence. She licked her dry lips then her hand slid under the open trousers to free the hard member “You want me to talk even when this notable body part is deep in my mouth?” she pumped it hard.

“No… of course… not!” he moaned “But until that… and after that…” he looked at her with a dark look.

“Alright, Martin…” she took his cock into her hand and after getting rid off his T-shirt, she started giving small kisses onto his chest, sometimes biting painfully into the soft skin “First I didn’t want you to sit with me there, but during the conversation somehow I started to like you” she began and accelerated her hand’s moves “Then I thought it’d be silly to miss the opportunity, because… it was ages ago since someone wanted me” she kissed the skin next to one of the hardened nipples.

Mart gave out a muffled moan “And then…?”

“Then I followed you and I didn’t regret it” she sucked on the nipple for a moment and went lower on his tummy “It was amazing to feel you stretch me!”

Martin moaned again “I loved it that you came with me. First I just patted my own shoulder, but then I realized that you were pulling the strings, that you are stubborn and pushy and I’ve totally lost my mind!” he moaned “I want your tongue!”

“Not yet!” she smiled, squeezing the rock-hard member harder after reaching into her panties to make her hand’s moves easier with her own wetness. Now she could run her fingers on him better “So you like it when I’m stubborn and sullen?” she bit harder into his lower-tummy.

“I do. And now your tongue!”

Anita laughed “No, not yet!” she tortured him and stood up to take off her pants. When she saw that Mart was about to reach out for her, she put her leg onto his chest and pushed him back onto the couch. His dark gaze looked questioning and covetous. Anita quickly got rid off her shirt as well and now she was standing in front of him just wearing her underwear. She got onto her knees and she stroked along his open thighs, moving closer to him between his legs. She looked into the green eyes and licked her mouth kinkily, while her hand grabbed the rock-hard cock and started to pamper it painfully slowly.

Martin moaned again, his hips were already moving with Anita’s hand. He went nearly mad from not feeling her hot mouth around him.

“You want it?” she touched the sensitive tip with her lower lip.

“Yes!” he moaned on a deep tone, looking at the ceiling.

“Are you sure?” she quickly ran her tongue on his length.

“Fuck it, Anita, I’m fuckin’ sure!” he moaned and his fingers disappeared in the black hair, pulling it painfully.

She gave him an evil smile then took mercy on him – she let her tongue ran around him before slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her other hand found its way into his trousers to stroke his balls too.

“Oh god! That’s it! Give me more!”

Anita glimpsed up at him with contented glistening eyes then she closed them again to accelerate the pace of her mouth and hands, which were moving together. She loved Martin’s salty taste. She moved her tongue passionately on him then she slid the throbbing cock into her mouth until its tip reached her throat. She fought off the need to heave while she realized that she wasn’t able to make him fully disappear in her mouth.

Mart’s hand helped Anita to move on him while he was constantly moaning or said unarticulated words. His hips’ moves heightened his senses, turning him on more and more, feeling that he was getting closer. Anita felt it too, so she pushed his hands away and slowly licked along the wet cock “No, no, no, it’s out of question to leave me hanging here like this! You have to pay back my kindness!” she sat back onto her heels.

“Which one do you want: my tongue or cock?” he asked with a grin.

“First your tongue! Then I want you to fuck me from behind so hard that I’ll have to scream from pain and pleasure in the same time!” she said firmly while the tip of her fingers stroked along the hem of her bra, her eyes fixing her victim with an innocent look.

Mart’s smile darkened and after a few moments he was already on top of her, pinning her down onto the floor. He literally ripped off her bra and started biting her full breasts while his right hand’s fingers climbed up on one of her inner thighs.

She gave out a deep sigh and moaned from the pampering on her breasts “That’s in Marty, don’t hold yourself back!” she scratched his nape.

“Come on, talk to me!” he growled and returned to his work. Soon it was nearly unbearably to her.

She panted and tried to collect some strength to talk. She licked her lips, closed her eyes and in between her moans she tried to talk “I couldn’t… process… the things that’d happened… in that restroom… for days…”

“Meaning?” he bit her lower, while two of his fingers disappeared in her. Her back tensed and she opened her legs wider, biting her own lip to suppress a luscious moan.

“Somewhere… oh my god!... somewhere I scolded myself… for acting… like a cheap whore… but… then…”

“Then?” he bit the soft flesh next to her bellybutton and he moved his fingers faster.

“Then… then…” she got stuck, grabbing her own tit “Then I realized that… I loved the feeling… knowing that I was a cheap whore!”

“You’re a cheap and wet slut, Anita!”

“Oh yes” she sighed “How badly?”

“You’re soaking wet! Do you hear?” he accelerated the work of his fingers, which made the unmistakable sounds more audible.

Anita had to give out an unarticulated groan, her head falling back, and she pulled Martin’s hair stronger “Then lick me!” she cried out.

“Like your cat” he answered and pulled out his fingers to lay between the soft thighs, using his tongue and pulling her apart with his fingers.

“Jeez!” she cried out again, one hand wildly scratching Martin wherever she could reach him, with her other hand she tried to find something to hold on to over her head. It was one leg of the table. Her hips started to move with Martin unwillingly “That’s it! Don’t stop!”

Mart didn’t stop, he rather accelerated his tongue’s movements just to savor her taste slower afterwards.

“Do you like the taste of what you’re licking?” she glimpsed down at him and she felt herself getting even wetter from the sight.

“Honey… I wouldn’t lick it if not…”

“Uhhh… I love it when you say such things!” she bit her own lip.

“Should I talk or lick?”

“Can you do it in turns, adding your fingers to it too?” she moved her hips.

“Yeah, I can” he answered and he pushed his fingers into her again “What do you want to hear?”

“I don’t care, just talk!” she moaned “Dirty things or… whatever you want!”

“Dirty things? Dou you want me to tell you what a big whore you are, opening up yourself for me on the floor of my studio, waiting for my dick?”

“Yes! Yes! I am! Tell me more!” she moaned, her head hitting the floor, but she didn’t really care just opened her legs even wider.

“Anita, I’ve never met a bigger and better whore. I love the feeling as my whole cock slides into you, because you’re channel is long enough to do so… if your mouth cannot do that” he laughed quietly to himself.

This made her giggle too then she stroked his face “Then maybe we should prove this, shouldn’t we? Spear me, Martin, onto your cock and go on!”

“You like dirty talk?”

“I love it!” she growled and pulled him up for a bruising kiss.

Martin didn’t protest, she bit her lips while he kinda impaled her without any warning – just in the way he was asked for “Well? Does it feel good? You like it, you sex-addict whore?” he pushed firmly again and again.

“No, Marty, I think I don’t feel a thing…” she joked “Maybe if you’d try it from behind…” she dug her nails into his shoulders.

Instead of an answer Mart slid out of her and turned her around. She had no time to realize what was going on, he was already in her again “And now?”

Now she couldn’t stop herself from crying out loud, thanks to the rock-hard cock straining her from inside “More! I want more!” she moaned, reaching behind her with one hand to scratch Martin’s butt and thigh wherever she could.

“You’ll get it! You want this? And this?!” he asked while pushing more and more forcefully.

“OH MY GOD!!! Yes! YES!” she screamed in ecstasy while her hand searched for Martin’s. She led it along her body, making him grab her moving breast.

Mart fulfilled her wish while he fucked her rougher and rougher. But after a while his hand wandered from her tit between her legs.

“That’s it! That’s it Mart! THAT’S IT!!!” she screamed from the intense stimuli. She felt her own wetness slowly running down on her thighs. Her breasts were moving to his rhythm as his thick cock was moving in and out of her body unstoppable. Her other hand was rubbing her clit in a crazy pace. She let her hair fall back onto her back as she screamed out loud from her orgasm. It burned every cell of hers, nearly making her pass out. But her climax didn’t move martin, he moved in her without stopping.

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