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When Steve got home, Jan's car wasn't in the driveway, he unlocked the door and stepped inside before stopping and looking on in awe. Inside standing in the living room was Kaya. Her hair and tail were elaborately plaited, and she wore a necklace which hung heavily around her neck, thinned down her sternum before ballooning out into a teardrop shape shortly beneath her bust. It was silver and emerald and stood out against the tone of her skin. It was also the first time Steve had seen her wearing makeup, her lashes dark, thick and long, eyeshadow faintly green, and her lips an emerald to match the necklace. She was wearing nothing else.

"Jan told me to tell you she will be a little late, but that she was happy for us to start on dinner, drinks or whatever else we wanted to do," she said.

"My God, you are gorgeous," Steve said as he closed the door. "You make me feel underdressed even though you are not wearing any clothing.

Kaya laughed and stepped forward; she pulled Steve into a kiss whispering as she did, "Well, I can help remove some clothing if you like?"

Steve dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. They pressed their lips together, and Steve felt an involuntary sigh escape as her tongue explores his.

When they separated, he asked, "Well, what would you like to do? Have a drink now, start on dinner, or, something more physical."

Kaya started to unbutton his shirt, "I would like to talk, but that doesn't mean we can't do one of those other things at the same time."

Steve couldn't argue as she slid her hands inside his shirt to feel his skin, "I've been looking forward to tonight," he said.

"So have I." She looked into his eyes with a passion, not just a sexual passion, but one deeper, one of physical and emotional desire. Just that look made his legs feel weak.

As she slid his shirt from his shoulders, Kaya said, "Oh, Mina found a job."

Steve ran his hands over her neck and shoulders as he asked, "Really, where?"

"It's called The Butterfly Club; I believe they call her job a dominatrix."

Steve laughed, "Mina is going to sexually hurt people for a living, that sounds right up her alley," Kaya looked confused. "Sorry," Steve added as he helped Kaya unbuckle his belt, "right up someone's alley is a saying, which means it suits them well." Kaya nodded in understanding, "and you? Do you know what you want to do yet?"

She kissed his chest, "Yes, I have been accepted into school, studying art."

Steve pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock already hard with her simple presence, "Congratulations, what kind of art do you do?" He asked as he continued to rub his hands over her, he felt a tension in her shoulders. "Are you alright, you feel tense," he squeezed a knot, and she moaned. "That's it; I'm giving you a massage; the only question is how."