Exercise

Remy was about to make the hard climb up to Storm’s window when he saw an open ledge just two windows over. He paused, then stretched carefully, making his way over to it. Any port in a storm.

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She had gotten up early and dressed for breakfast, but it wasn’t food she really wanted. She was desperately horny. She wore her tightest leather mini and her most revealing bustier, pausing to adjust her makeup in the mirror. She wanted to look her best. Suddenly, she saw something flash into view in her window.

She turned and walked over to it. A friendly face met hers. “Hello, Emma.”

She considered him for a moment. He was not what she was looking for in a main course, he he could be a tasty hors d'oeuvre. She gave an intimidating smile. “You’re rather large for a squirrel.”

He gasped and clenched his fingers on the window frame, then tried another grin. “Remy large for a lot of things.”

“Is that so.” She paused, then asked, “Well, are you coming in, or not?”

He looked at her, mere inches from the window, then dropped into her room with an oof of exertion. “Thanks.”

She stayed close to him, swaying closer. Her tongue gently traced her upper lip. She arched her left leg and put her foot up on her bed frame. “You can do better than that, can’t you, Remy?”

He looked startled, though she could see he was aroused as well. “Emma? What are you … what are you askin’ for?”

“Maybe a lot of things, thief of hearts.” He flinched as she used the phrase. She kept her amusement to herself. So he remembered a little, did he?

“You can’t have more than Remy’s gratitude.” He held out his hand hastily, attempting to offer her a handshake, and nearly brushed her right breast.

“Why?” She stayed where she was, burning, ignoring his hand, which was now positioned to keep the barely clothed blonde away from him.

“’Cause…you know…Remy not…you not…”

“For a man who claims to know all the ways to a woman’s bed, you seem extraordinarily clumsy, Mr. LeBeau.” She slid her foot off the bed frame and took a step forward, feeling his body heat but not actually touching him.

“Emma! Please! Back off!” He looked panicky, though his pants told a different story.

She pretended to think about it for a minute, then took a step back. “I was invading your privacy, wasn’t I, Remy?”

“Oui. That it.” The man’s relief was palpable.

“And you would never dream of invading someone else’s privacy like that.” She traced her fingers down the edge of her bustier, outlining her full breasts to him, enjoying the tingling as her hand moved over her skin.

“Course not.” Remy watched her warily.

She turned her back and walked a few steps, then rounded on him, all playfulness gone. “Remy, I know you have private sexual fantasies about me.” He gulped as she continued. “Probably every man here does. Maybe even some of the women. I don’t really care, as you can probably guess. What I do care about, though, is being forced to share those sexual fantasies against my will.”

Remy looked confused, then horrified, as Emma continued her slow advance. “I had to share every minute of that horrid dream of yours this morning. You invaded my head with your damned filth. That I will not tolerate. Do you understand?”

He feebly protested, “Emma, Remy didn’t…didn’t want you…how Remy control that?”

She took one more step and he broke, leaping over her bed and running out the door in a frenzy.

She smiled. That hadn’t gone too badly. She still had another need to satisfy, though, born of that lusty dream. Remy wasn’t the one she wanted for that, oh, no. She stroked her skin again and turned to more pleasant thoughts of how to seduce the man she wanted.