Fancying My Fan

Miss Alluring

She was a flute,
melodious and pious
The world treated her
like a useless piece of wood.

The moment I saw the building Cooper and me entered, I felt like what one called 'home'.

Two girls dressed in a white drape skirt and blouse escorted us inside the huge house. Their dress wasn't exactly the traditional Indian attire called saree, it was a bit different and I wondered how Cooper would look in it. Hot, sexy, seductive or all of the above?

Cooper. I can't still say her first name even after practising it so many times. It was like a tough tongue twister, a challenge for me. I have Indian friends and I never had a problem saying their names but this one was difficult, just like her. She was a tough nut and I wanted to devour her. She intrigued me in ways more than one.

Never in my life had I encountered a girl who rejected my kiss? She said it wasn't even a kiss? I teased her, tempted her to show but the girl had a very high supressing power. Oh! I was waiting for the day she would tell me what was her definition of a 'kiss'. She was attracted to me, I could see. Everyone is.

She hinted to me, she was my fan but the way she acted around me was not how normally my fans behaved. They swoon over me, are overwhelmed by my presence and treat me like someone precious. Cooper, was different. She treated me like a project she had to complete with flying colours. Not so easy I was, though.

I was looking for some harmless fun but things went overboard on the beach. It wasn't my fault completely. I can't control men and their desires around a sexy piece of pie who was my security guard. The first time I saw her, my porny fantasies surfaced and I liked the perverted idea of role-playing a guard and a master. I knew she wasn't a slut or an escort but her every organ, every antic had a strange sex appeal. Be it the way she argued or crinkled her brows. I wanted to kiss her so bad and I did. Never in my life did I think she would disapprove of it. I mean, I am The Kenneth Kellar. So, I covered up treating her like a sex worker. That was my best excuse. Not that sex workers could be treated in any way one desired but that was my last resort.

From the first time I saw her, I felt the urge to see her naked on my bed. It was amusing to see her resistance and denial to something her eyes told me she wanted so desperately.

I was hell attracted to her physically but the way she handled my idiotic, impulsive idea of making her face people on my Instagram live, drew me towards her attitude unknowingly. I regretted doing what I did. I am not a bad person, in fact, I am way too good for the world I lived in.

Now no more thinking about that world and focusing on the sexy ass moving in front of me. I have never seen an ass as sexy as hers. Perfectly round and I want to see it twerk. Fuck! I was a lusty jerk.

She was a simple girl with a complicated life. I mean who runs a security company in a town like hers? She should do something more productive. Like, having sex with me. I can't survive without my phone yet I agreed to come here because I liked the idea of travelling with her. Staying with her at someplace no one would know us, or me at least.
I don't love her. Not even like her romantically. I am just exploring her as an option to my long term plan. Whatever I get in return would be an additional benefit.

"Mr Kellar, please come," Cooper called me in her not so soft tone. I was admiring her until now but the place she brought me to was spectacular. I had been to the most luxurious palaces and hotels but this was beyond luxury. The tranquillity of the place was its luxury.

It rang a sense of homeliness with its large airy rooms, rafters on high ceilings and wooden carved windows. The four walls joined together with an open central courtyard. The house had a simple layout with excellent ventilation. What was worth a special mention was a section of the inner courtyard that was kept open to allow sunlight and rain that hit the floor directly. The house had two courtyards, one inner and the other outer.