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Chapter 4 by sipainting sipainting

Where do you want to go?

Level 1: Study

The study door is closed, which is strange because it's never been closed before. So what do you do? Do you just barge in?

After hesitating a moment, you decide to knock first.

"Come in," says a deep, baritone voice.

You enter and are struck by how much the room has changed. What was a dull, white, cluttered, dumping-ground of a room has been transformed into a warm, rich, space with glowing hard-wood furniture, deep red walls, crown moulding, carpet and a leather sofa. It smells of wood oil and saddle soap.

Dave gets up from his desk and strides towards you.

"Paul? Such a pleasure to meet you." He reaches out to shake your hand, enclosing it in both of his in a warm and intimate gesture. For a quick second you feel like he's going to raise your hand to his lips, but he doesn't.

"Hey, yeah, thanks. Uh, pleasure to meet you too. So, ah... you and Mom?"

"Yup, me and your mother. We're married."

"Uh... welcome to the family, I guess?"

"Thank you, Paul, that means a lot to me."

Holy SHIT he's tall, you realize, almost a full head taller than you are, easily six-feet four. Deep in your soul, you feel his confident, manly presence. It just radiates out, like an aura that fills the space with his assertive self-assurance. This is a man who feels like he can get anything he wants and knows how to do it, a man of persuasive power over everyone he meets.

And FIT. You wonder if he works out. He must. Probably at the gym at work. No wonder Mom fell for him. You would have... uh... if you were her. That's what you were thinking, right?

Your eyes drift down to his crotch where you see a bulge. HOLY SHIT, that's huge too. Clearly outlined. It must be 8 inches, minimum.

ARE you STARTING AT HIS CROTCH? SERIOUSLY? WHAT THE FUCK? STOP STARING! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!

You tear your eyes away, flushed with embarrassment. Did Dave see you staring? FUCK, FUCK!

[Predilections, indeed, Dave thinks to himself, smirking. This is going to be so easy. Let's see if I can push him a little.]

"Lauren was right. You are quite beautiful. With such lovely and graceful features. Twirl around, so I can take a full look at you."

TWIRL AROUND? You stare at Dave in shock. Like a GIRL? IS he CRAZY?

What the fuck??

Do you follow Dave's instructions?

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