7.

Anita forced a calm expression onto her face as she adjusted her hair and stepped into the studio. Martin was ready with his recording part. He was standing next to the boys – his guitar in his hand – and slightly bent forward, watching Christian pushing some buttons on the computer. She walked behind him and stroked along Mart’s butt to attract his attention.

Mart looked at her and smiled “Hi. Where have you been?” he embraced her.

“Dave showed me the garden upstairs” she smiled too and stroked his back.

“And did you like it?”

“Yes, it’s a wonderful place. Our host has decided to stay upstairs and eat his choc there. And I think I go and leave you to work. I go back to the hotel to check on Ash then maybe I’ll take her for a walk in the neighborhood. We go to see the nearby peers and stuff.”

“Alright, but take care of her.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got used to each other” she pressed a kiss onto his lips then said goodbye to the others “Hey, don’t you want to walk me out?”

“Yep, I’m coming” he answered and he was already by her side.

Anita smiled and walked to the elevator with him. She took his face between her hands for a hot kiss “I hope you’ll still have some energy tonight, because I’ll be waiting for you…”

“And what’ll you wear?”

“Just my skin? Sounds good, hm?” she put her arms around his neck.

“Hmmm… good enough” he pulled her close.

“Then don’t make me wait for too long, because I want to make love to you the whole night long” she slightly scratched his nape, pressing her own body against his. Mart just smiled and watched her face. “What?” she asked, digging into his hair.

“I’m just watching you. Is it a problem?” he laughed.

“No, not at all. Although it’d be much better if you did something else too… Uh god, I want you again!” she ran her hands on his back.

“Tell me more about this” he grinned.

“The elevator is nearly there” she protested, shaking her head, but even so she reached under his shirt and gently scratched along his back.

“It’s not that important” she answered and stopped the lift.

“You’re bad, Martin Gore, I hope you know that” her hand slid between his legs “And I love it that you’re like this! I want you to make love to me for long hours, again and again. I want it rough and I want it gently… Oh god, even from thinking of it makes me wet” she bit her lip.

“Show me!” he pulled her to him and his hand was already under the fabric of her panties. She had to bite her lip again not to moan out loud as she felt Martin stroke along the sensitive area. “Yes, you are wet…” Mart noted that she really wanted him and his fingers slid into her. He pressed her against the wall and pampered her with his fingers, giving small bites on her neck.

“Hurry Mart, I want to feel you!” she bent her head back in her agony. It was unbelievable! This man was able to make her hot so badly within two moments that she thought she’d die if she couldn’t feel him inside of her right away.

“In a minute, in a minute… but you have to work for that a bit too.”

She greedily reached for his trousers and was already playing with him. “You tell me right away when you’re ready to impale me, okay? I want it soooo badly!” she panted with a dark look and pumped him harder.

“Alright, just do it!” he moaned, his eyes pressed together.

There was no need for him to ask her again, she did her best with her hand while she was biting Martin’s neck wildly. She felt that her panties was already soaking wet. When Mart thought that he’d explode in a minute, he took her hand, pushed it away, pulled her close, pushed her panties aside and was already inside of her. She screamed from the joy she felt and scratched him hard wherever she could reach him. She let Mart put one of her legs around his waist so he could go deeper into her. He didn’t show mercy – he fucked her hard. Her body hit the cold wall of the elevator again and again as she tried to hold onto something, but her hand always slid on the copper-colored flat surface. She moaned loudly, enjoying Mart’s wild moves. “That’s it! That’s… it! THAT’S IT!” she screamed and her body tensed as she threw her head back and her orgasm washed over her.
In the moment of his climax he lifted her as much as he could then his body slowly relaxed and he put her down, not breaking his long kiss.

“Maybe… I’ll survive with this… until tonight…” she pulled away, still panting, and adjusted her clothes before pushing the right button on the elevator’s panel.

“Don’t let anyone else get into your panties…” Mart stepped out too after pulling up his fly.

“Who would want to do that?”

“Dunno, anyone.”

“I’m trying my best not to” she kissed him again then followed by Mart’s gaze she walked out of the building.

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In the next few days Anita felt herself very good. Sometimes she was following the work in the studio, sometimes she just slept, made love to Martin or sat with Asher on the wonderful roof, surrounded by the plants, listening to the singing-birds’ and the water’s relaxing sounds.

Of course Dave tried to use every possible chance to say something dubious, but she tried to keep the promise she made to Martin – and she had to confess that it was getting harder to keep it. Her desire for the dark-haired singer grew with every passing day. Of course she still wanted Martin the same. And she felt that she started to fall for the blonde musician.
Sometimes when she was sunbathing on the roof, she imagined that Dave comes up and makes her his, not letting her to protest. But on these occasions she always tried to clear her head and go on with her reading.

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Then… then the day has come – the day Anita hated the most. She couldn’t tell why – maybe because of the passing years or because of the bluntness of people. On this day she always bought something for her cat and if Ash was happy, she was too. She did the same today as well. She left the sleeping Mart in the bed and went into the bathroom. She knew that nothing special will happen to her today: she arranged it this way. After dressing up she headed to a big pet store where she bought a feathery wonder for Ash. She knew that the new toy won’t last for too long, but those few hours were worth it.

When she got back, Martin was wearing a robe, crawling in the room with his cell pressed to his ear, listening to someone. While he answered, he embraced her and after a kiss on her forehead she soon hung up with saying “Wonderful!”.

“Good morning, baby. Where have you been?”

“To buy a cat toy” she answered with a smile and showed him the toy with feathers, she even tickled his chin with it.

The way he freely laughed was unusual from him. He let her go and said “Then give it to your little pet and help yourself – I’ve ordered breakfast” he smiled and stepped out from the room for a moment.

“Okay” she answered and turned to Ash “Look, Ash! What I’ve brought for you!”

For a moment Mart watched the enthusiastic cat playing with the toy then sat back onto the bed where the food was waiting for them on a tray “Come here and let’s eat!” he patted the blanket next to him.

“Alright, I’m coming” she said and was already sitting next to Mart “Huh, it looks good.”

“Then eat” he encouraged her and after a few minutes – when Anita said that she was full – he took her hand to stop her from standing up “Wait a minute. I have something for you” he smiled and reached into the pocked of his robe.

“What?” she looked honestly surprised.

“This. Happy birthday!” he smiled at her and put a kiss on her lips as he slid a longish black necklace-case into her hand.

For a whole minute Anita couldn’t say a word. “But… how did you know that it’s my birthday?”

“You know there’s a thing called ID.”

“Oh, you…!” she laughed “But you really shouldn’t have…”

“Yes, I should! Birthdays are to be celebrated. Don’t you want to open it?”

“I want” she giggled and opened the case. There was a white-gold necklace laying there with a crooked pendant. It looked beautiful. “Martin this… this is beautiful” she said and looked at him.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetie” he smiled at her “Wanna try it on?”

“Sure” she said and carefully picked up the necklace and put it into her neck “Well?” she smiled at the blonde man.

“It fits you perfectly” he smiled at her again and bent to her to give her a soft kiss “Happy birthday one more time!”

“Thanks” she smiled back “And now? Do you have any plans?”

“Well, I’ll have to work with the boys for a few hours, but if you want then go and discover New York for yourself. We’ll have dinner at Dave’s tonight, okay?” he stroked along her back.

“What kind of a dinner?”

“Mainly a friendly one – no need to dress up. Just the boys and we. Are you in the mood?”

“Sure!” she sounded elated now too “Until then I’ll kill time somehow. If I wasn’t in the mood to be around people, you’ll find me on the roof with Ash” she sat down onto the bed and next to her cat and started stroking her.

“Great! At least I won’t have to worry from you getting lost in this crazy city” he bent down and gave a long kiss to her. But before they could get completely lost in it, he pulled away.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeey!” she showed her disapproval and pulled him back to her.

Martin laughed as he gently pushed the willful hands away “I don’t have time now, sweetie! I’m already late, but I’ll make up for you tonight, I promise. Until that I just let you get worked up” he giggled evilly.

“Ooooh, if you don’t have time for it, it’s okay” she let him go.

“Hey, don’t get sore, sweetie” he caressed her face “I promise that I’ll do my very best tonight. Okay?”

“You promise?” she looked at him with big eyes.

“I swear!” he winked at her and he looked like a little bad boy.

“Good!” she laughed “So, go then before they lynch you.”

“Alright, alright” he laughed and stole another kiss before leaving the room.

For a while Anita watched the spot he’d disappeared then she took Asher and soon she was in the roof-garden.

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The day seemed endless to Anita – she was even bored a bit as Ash was playing around her for a while then she curled up under Anita’s deckchair and fell asleep. A few times she fell asleep as well. The weather was nice warm. On the roof there was always some wind so she didn’t notice the lately arrived heat. She read her book until twilight then she decided to get back to the hotel and start getting ready for the dinner. During the day Martin came up to her once and told her the exact time of the dinner, so now she had plenty of time to get ready and do something with herself.

First of all she had opened the big wardrobe and was standing in front of it for quite a while, not knowing what to wear. Finally she’d decided next to a comfortable red-black combination. Then she was ready to do the next phases of becoming a prettier woman than she was. As she walked back to the wardrobe, which had a full-length mirror on its door, she could see those parts of her body, which could have used some weight-loss. But she never had the mental strength to go on a diet. She would have liked physical exercises, but now… especially that now she had to crisscross states, there was no one who could have done a normal and proper practice schedule. She tried to eat healthily, but it was still not enough. But at least she stopped gaining pounds. And it was something.

She waved with her hand and left the mirror to put her other dresses away, which haven’t passed her examination. She sat down, put some music on and went on with her reading while waiting for Martin. She was interested in the job the boys were doing in the studio and she had time to surf on their official site too. She found the videos Fletch had made and several pictures of concerts. Sometimes she had to laugh hard from the videos and she smiled on some of the photos as well. She hoped that Fletch had his camera now too. Then she suddenly looked up from her book as something came into her mind. She got lost in her thoughts, staring into nothing, as her idea started to get more detailed. Why should she sit here and die from boredom while the guys were working? Maybe she could get a camera… then she’d be able to use her photo-mania for something… to take pictures of the boys. She had a camera which she kept at home. It was good to take it with her if she went to somewhere or visited her parents. But usually she took pictures of Ash and sometimes she just had to walk around in the city with the camera. She wasn’t a photographer, but she liked this hobby. If the guys won’t mind, maybe she’ll give it a shot. She has to busy herself with something. And she’s here with Depeche Mode. Mart had told stories about their fans and their connection with them. Anita thought that it was a bit impersonal – especially from the blonde man’s side. She thought that the people who made it possible for the guys to be here today deserved a bit more. Of course she didn’t think that she was a hero, but she found taking pictures of them and putting them on the internet enjoyable. And this way everyone would be happy.

She thought it wasn’t a bad idea at all! She started to like it more and more as she played with the thought. And this way she could watch how an album becomes and album, because she’d be there. She’d never seen such a thing and she was interested in it – just like she’d be interested in watching how a movie gets dubbed or how they build a spaceship. These were such topics, which weren’t that popular and people only saw the results of them.

So she gave some more thoughts about her idea. If the time was right – maybe at dinner or after it – then she’ll mention it to Martin. She was curious about his opinion… It was nearly time for her to get ready so she decided to take a shower and dress up before Martin gets back. She even found some time to wash and dry her hair and by the time Martin had arrived she just had to get dressed and do her make-up.

“Whoa, what a nice welcoming picture!” she heard the familiar voice from behind “A beautiful girl in lingerie in my room!” he stepped behind her and kissed her shoulder.

“Hey you, don’t coax me just because it’s my birthday!” she smiled and turned around between his arms, putting hers around his neck and started gently stroking his nape.

“It’s not true! I don’t say it only because of that!”

Anita just shook her head and gave a kiss onto his lips before looking into his eyes again “Are you sure we don’t have some time for…” she stroked along the front of Martin’s trousers.

“I’m sure. Don’t turn me on, or else I’ll rape you on the corridor” he snorted.

“Rape? Oh come on! I don’t think that anything from you would be that” she giggled and took his hand after getting dressed and saying goodbye to Ash. They left the room.

“You think so?” he whispered into her ear from behind, letting his groin press against her butt.

“Until you prove me wrong” she whispered back and stepped into the elevator.

“We’ll see” he grabbed her butt – smiling to himself – and pressed the button.

“When?” she asked with a little dirty smile on her face.

“First let’s get over with this dinner” he laughed “My little nymphomaniac kitty…” he kissed into her neck.

“Tell me more about it” she rubbed against Martin.

“About what?” he tried to avoid her nuzzling to him.

“About my nymphomania” she pressed herself against him even more.

“Just look at yourself!” he laughed, showing his white teeth.

“What should I see?” Anita glimpsed down at herself, but she just got as far as her breasts, which were pressed against Martin’s chest.

“You’re sticking to me like a nice little leech!” he grinned openly staring at Anita’s wonderful decollate. The nice necklace was glistening between her breasts.

“Leech?”

“A sweet little leech, who sucks my blood” he gave a careful kiss onto her lips not to smear her lipstick.

“Didn’t you have a better synonym?”

“Should I say a polyp then?” he laughed “That can stick too…”

“I’d have liked a continental animal better, not a cephalopod or blood-sucker parasite.”

“Is calling you kitty okay then? Oh I’m sorry, nuzzling kitty?” he closed her into his arms.

“No leopard or panther?”

“You’re so insatiable! No, I like kitties” he shook his head with a smile then looked aside when the elevator’s door had opened “Come” he took her hand “We’ll be late.”

“Coming, coming” she giggled and let Martin lead her through the hotel’s lobby and out onto the street. After a little while they’ve entered the right building.

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After getting up to the right floor, Martin knocked and waited for his friend to open it.

“Hi” he greeted the singer with a friendly hug “I hope we aren’t too late.”

“No, come in” he invited them in.

Martin let Anita forward then gently pushed her inside. The flat with mainly white walls was half-lit now by the few candles here and there, making the place mesmerizing. As they were on their way to the kitchen, Anita glimpsed into the living room in the half-light and stopped for a moment to drink in the sight of the nighttime New York and the river through the big glass panels. Then she followed Martin to the lunchroom which joined the kitchen. She could hear the others’ laughter from this distance too as they were waiting for dinner. In the minute they stepped in she spotted Andy, Christian, Jonathan and even Anton.

“Hello everyone!” she greeted them then let Dave and Martin lead her wherever they wanted her to sit.

“Hi Anita! Happy birthday!” they said in union, cutting into each other’s words as they raised their glasses to her.

“Oh” she waved and laughed “You shouldn’t do this, but thank you very much.”

“It’s nothing” Dave smiled and as a good host he stood up “Are you ready for the food?”

“Do you see my body, Dave? You have to feed this amount” she laughed, pointing at her not-so-light weight.

“Oh come on!” he waved with his hand and smiled “You should rather check Chris’ tummy! You have to feed that!” he giggled, joking with his friend.

“This was evil, Dave. I’m offended” the drummer growled but couldn’t stop a smile.

“Oh my god, what’ll happen to us now?” he sniggered then stepped into the kitchen and started serving the food.

“So, honey, how do you like it so far?” Martin whispered into her ear when the others started talking to each other.

“The place is nice. And I liked the guys so far, it’s just that you know” she turned to Mart so their noses nearly touched “I don’t know them too much yet.”

“That’s understandable” he shrugged “You’ll find some time to do that too” he caressed Anita’s hand under the table.

In this moment Dave had returned and served the soup.

“You’re so hard-working tonight, Dave” Andy laughed.

“Hey, dude, I’m the host. Someone has to do this too!” he threw a dish towel into Andy’s face.

“Just be careful you kitchen-fairy, not to throw the food as well!” Anton joined them.

Anita laughed out loud from the “kitchen-fairy” term, imagining Dave – who is quite manly – in a kitchen-fairy costume.

“Alright, you won” he sighed and put the other food onto the table and filled his glass with some red wine “We should start eating.”

“Said the Lord, amen” Chris added and turned his attention on the food.

Martin smiled as he watched the others and they already exchanged pander looks with Dave, while everyone were eating, commenting on this and that. After the second course they were discussing some things around the new album.

To Anita’s surprise Dave stood up for the third time as well and asked nearly directly from her “Can I bring in the dessert too?”

“Oh my god, Dave. You want to kill me.”

“Oh, why would I want to do something like that?” he asked with a charming smile.

Anita took a deep breath unwillingly “Well, soup, main course, dessert…”

“Oh I’m sure you have some space left there for it” he shrugged then went to the kitchen while Martin was just grinning.

“You want to stuff me?” she asked from Mart with a smile.

The blonde man had to laugh out loud from the question.

“What’s so funny?” she looked at him confused.

“Nothing… nothing!” he wiped away some tears “By the way yes” finally he smiled at her.

“And how?”

“With the dessert, of course!” he grinned kinkily, but her other questions were interrupted when Dave appeared by the table balancing a cake in his hands. The light of the candles were dancing in his dark eyes as he placed his sweet burden onto the table right in front of Anita. Of course everyone was singing “Happy birthday to you”.

Anita put her hand onto her mouth and couldn’t decide what she should do: cry or laugh. She did both. At the end of the song the grinning guys raised their glasses to the only female by the table.

“Cheers, Anita!” Andy cried.

“Yes, yes, many happy years in the future!” Christian added too.

“Happy birthday” the always calm Jonathan smiled with Anton.

“Yes, I hope we’ve managed to throw you a nice b-day party” Dave sat down next to her while Martin nodded acutely, telling that he hopes so too.

“It’s divine!” she laughed “What can do this even better?”

“Maybe you should wish something and blow out the candles” Martin helped.

As an answer she bent to Mart’s ear “Can I wish for a wild night with you?”

“You’d get that without this anyway” the blonde man grinned back.

“Good. You should collect your strength.”

“I will, I will” he grinned wildly again “So wish for something, because soon we’ll eat a cake topped with wax.”

“Alright, alright…” she laughed. She stopped for a moment to figure out what to wish for. She let her gaze lazily go around in the room and finally stopped on Dave’s figure. He was in black – like always in case he wanted to show his sexy and elegant side. But when wasn’t he sexy?! He was different from his blonde friend – Mart was adorable with his amazing smile and his green eyes, which promised at least three orgasms, but Dave… Somehow Dave completed Martin and they were each others’ opposites at the same time. Some dark sexual energy was radiating from Dave, which was dangerously attractive to women. She smiled and made a wish then blew out the candles.

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