Master of Lust

Rick, in the midst of an engaging conversation with Amanda over the phone, felt a shift in his mood. The seductive undertones in Amanda's voice had sparked a certain excitement, he could feel a raging boner in his pants. And just as things were getting interesting, the interruption from the maid threw a wrench into the moment.

It wasn't her fault, of course, but now Rick faced a dilemma. The prospect of attending to certain personal matters down there seemed to have hit a roadblock. If things with Amanda had progressed, he might have managed with his own hand. However, with the dinner interruption, it felt like a blank shot, leaving Rick in a state of mild frustration.

"Rick, are you still there?" Amanda's voice reached out from the other end of the phone, pulling him back from the vortex of his frustrations.

"Oh, yeah, I'm here," Rick responded, his tone slightly flustered.

Amanda's concern was evident as she inquired, "What was that voice? Is someone with you? Did they overhear us, Rick? Please tell me you didn't..." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of curiosity and worry coloring her cautious tone.

"No, no, I didn't," Rick hurriedly reassured Amanda, dispelling any suspicions taking root in her mind. "It's just room service, checking about dinner," he explained.

"Oh!" Amanda's understanding tone came through, "You are at a hotel? I thought you were out camping in the forest."

"I was," Rick began weaving a tale, "but after a couple of days, the hard ground, mosquitoes, and insects got to me. Needed a break, so here I am." He provided his excuse, hoping it would suffice to swindle Amanda.

"Sure thing, now you have your dinner, and we'll catch up later," Amanda instructed, her tone light but with a touch of warning. "But, Mister, it better be just dinner. If I even sense a hint of you cheating on me with someone else, you'll be in trouble," she playfully threatened.

Rick, attempting a light-hearted response, quipped, "And here I thought you might want to join in the fun." However, beneath the jest, a complex swirl of thoughts ensued. His recent encounter with Evelina lingered in his mind; a situation driven by a desperate attempt to save her, yet the line between necessity and infidelity blurred in Rick's contemplation. Does that still counts to cheating?

And actually he did not fuck her for the sake of saving her. In fact he could have saved her without it as well. He just made good use of the opportunity.

"Hmpff... You wish," Amanda teased, continuing the playful banter with Rick, her snort conveying a mix of amusement and disbelief. To her, it was all in good fun, never anticipating any of it would turn into reality.

Rick, pushing a bit further, probed, "What would you do if I actually did?"

Amanda chuckled, dismissing the question with a light-hearted tone, "You don't want to know, mister." She didn't elaborate further, leaving the matter to linger in the realm of jest. "Now, don't keep them waiting. Enjoy your dinner. Bye..."

"Sure, babe. Love you," Rick affectionately affirmed, and with those words, he and Amanda ended their call.

Following the conversation, Rick rose from his chair and approached the door.

As Rick swung the door open, he was met with a sight that could leave even the most composed individual momentarily speechless. Before him stood a woman, adorned in a maid's uniform that could give Cinderella a run for her money. The dress, with its daring low-cut neckline, walked the fine line between playful and scandalous.

Flaunting audaciously above her knees, the dress exuded confidence. It clung to her curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination.

However, Rick's initial excitement was dampened as his gaze traveled up to the woman's face. Despite her smooth legs, curvaceous body, nice big boobs, deep cleavage, everything was mouth watering for Rick, but just as his gaze moved to her face, the thrill of the moment took a nosedive.

While she wasn't unattractive by any means—above average, in fact—her facial expression seemed to drain the excitement from the room. Even the alluring voice Rick had heard on the phone was at odds with the rather monotonic expression she now wore. Rick appreciated intelligence and seriousness in a partner, but too much of anything, including a lack of liveliness, was less appealing.

The stark contrast between her vibrant appearance and her seemingly lifeless demeanor left Rick in a moment of conflicted impressions.

"Tell Evelina she doesn't need to send girls to please me. If she's interested, she can come herself. Only then will I think about letting her in," Rick stated bluntly to the maid. "As for my dinner, bring it here only. I don't want to hear your masters crib while I am eating."

"Also, make sure someone else delivers the dinner," Rick added, concluding his instructions before closing the door firmly, leaving the maid outside.

The girl stood still for a moment, her gaze fixed on the closed door, before eventually turning away and leaving.

"Pheww... That was a close one," Rick muttered behind the closed door, feeling a sense of relief. He wiped his forehead, realizing that he was almost sweating cold, and as he looked down at his pants, a noticeable bulge suggested the lingering effects of the seduce of the maid.

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Having indulged in a satisfying post-dinner feast, Rick, his belly content with delicious food, eased back in his chair. Browsing through his smartphone's contact list, he contemplated his next call. After a moment's consideration, he opted to reach out to Emily, a childhood friend. With the decision made, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.

As the phone rang, it stretched into what felt like an eternity, only to be met with the impersonal, automated voice stating, "The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please try again later." The emptiness of the response hung in the air, leaving Rick momentarily disappointed.

"That's strange," Rick muttered to himself, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. A frown etched across his forehead. "Her phone is usually glued to her hand," he added, a note of concern evident in his voice.

Despite the initial setback, he remained determined and dialed Emily's number again, entertaining the thought that she might have missed the call. The disappointment echoed as the automated voice delivered the same message—no answer. Now, a tinge of worry settled in Rick's gut. His forehead creased with concern, as he knew Emily well enough to sense that something was amiss.

"Wait, today is Friday. Perhaps she's out partying, drowning herself in beer or something," Rick speculated, not entirely convinced of his own theory. Nevertheless, he reasoned, "I will try again later. Maybe she is just busy."

Temporarily setting aside his concerns about Emily, Rick recalled another call he needed to make. His father had messaged him a couple of times, urging him to come back home. Additionally, he had mentioned having something important to discuss.

Rick dialed his father's number, tapping his foot nervously as the phone rang. He hoped to hear his dad's voice on the other end, something familiar to ease his restlessness.

After a few rings, doubt crept into Rick's mind. Maybe, just like Emily, his father wouldn't answer. Just as he thought about giving up and ending the call, a click broke the silence, signaling that someone had picked up.

"Hey, Dad. Sorry for being out of touch. It's been a busy couple of days," Rick apologized, assuming he would be met with his father's familiar voice and perhaps some grumbling about not calling sooner.

"I remember you saying I should visit soon, but it's a bit tricky for me to be back home in the next few days," Rick explained to his father, contemplating whether to suggest his dad come to him. "If there is something important or you're in a bit of trouble, give me a heads up. I will do my best to get there as soon as possible.

But if not..." Rick trailed off, leaving the statement hanging, awaiting his father's response.

But rather than his father's familiar voice, an unexpected female voice interjected, "Ummm..." The unfamiliar tone caught Rick off guard, leaving him in suspense, wondering who this unexpected presence might be on the other end of the line.

Baffled, Rick lowered the phone from his ear and double-checked the number to ensure he hadn't mistakenly dialed the wrong person. The digits were correct. Perplexed, he wondered who this woman could be.

"May I ask, who is this?" Rick inquired, a touch of surprise coloring his voice. The unexpected voice had taken him aback, piquing his curiosity about the unfamiliar woman. It was a tone he couldn't quite place.

"You... You are not my father's girlfriend, are you?" Rick asked with a note of suspicion. "Where is my father?"

"You... You are... getting the wrong idea," the woman hurriedly corrected Rick, her voice coming through meekly. The air carried a sense of tension as Rick awaited an explanation, unsure of the unexpected turn in the conversation.

"I mean... is this your... your father's phone?" The woman's voice carried a hint of confusion, accompanied by a stammer. "The phone was here on the counter, an... and no one was answering the call, so I picked it up, thinking it might be... important."

"On the counter?"

"Yeah, maybe... your father... he might have left it in the bar," the woman explained to Rick. "If you want, you can come... and collect it from the bar. I...

I can send you the address." The unexpected revelation slowly unraveled.

"No, it's alright," Rick promptly declined the suggestion. "I am actually out of town. I'm sure my father will come and collect it when he realizes it's missing. Do you mind holding onto it for the time being?"

"Any... Anytime, de... dear," the woman responded, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation and stammering.

"Did... Did he pay for the drinks?" Rick inquired, concern evident in his voice. "I can send you the money if he hasn't. No need to... you know, just let him leave if he doesn't have the money to pay," Rick requested of the woman.

"Oh, don't worry about it. He already took care of the bill," the woman reassured, and relieved Rick.

"By the way, are you alright? Everything good at college?" the woman inquired.

"Oh yeah, everything is fine. College is just like always, bor..." Rick began to respond, but a frown crept onto his face. "How do you know that I am in college?" He questioned, a sudden realization dawning upon him, stirring a curiosity tinged with a hint of concern.

"..."

"Hey, answer me. I know you heard me."

"..."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

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