Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Camila was deeply worried. She was at least aware of the potential for disaster considering the wild magic contained in his cum. “What happened to her?” she asked in dread.

“What the HELL do you mean, what happened to her?” Stanley gasped.

“She only got a little so the change was minimal!” Marisa cried.

Stanley stared at the young woman in shock! Change? Sandy changed? “What happened to my friend?” he asked quietly.

Marisa had tears running down her cheeks. “Her blond hair. It looks really fresh and clean now… and it moves on its own. She wasn’t aware of it… last night. She passed out from the experience and didn’t recall eating your cum!”

Stanley looked at her with his mouth agape. He didn’t know what to do or say. This was so far out of his realm of experience. He looked at Camila for help but she seemed to be lost in thought.

“It… it should wear off. You said it was just a small amount? Probably it was just enough to trigger some temporary alteration. It should fade soon enough. Hopefully,” Camila said but her tone wasn’t very convincing.

“Oh my god! Am I a danger to those around me? Maybe I should be abstaining from sex entirely!” Stanley blurted in desperation.

“NO!” Camila and Marisa yelped simultaneously then looked at each other in embarrassment.

“No, Stanley. That’s not necessary. We just need to be more careful. Have you had sex in your Human form?” Camila reasoned.

He looked at her uncomfortably then nodded.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Was there any… energy transfer at that time?” she asked.

He thought about his night with Yuko and shook his head. “No.”

“So, it’s only when you are in your true state. That makes sense. Humans must never see your true state so they shouldn’t come into contact with your essence.” Camila explained.

“What do I do about Sandy?” he asked miserably.

“There is nothing you can do. Like I said the effect should fade over time. It sounds subtle so not drawing attention to it will let her explain it away as something mundane like static electricity moving her hair. It will be ok Stanley.” She gave him a sympathetic look. “Why don’t you go back to bed and get some rest?”

“No, I’m not going to sleep now. I need to log in and do the incremental backup so we can proceed with the server switchover this weekend,” he explained.

She looked at him to see if he was pushing himself too hard but he just looked determined. Maybe working would occupy his mind. She nodded to him and stood up to leave. On impulse, she bent down and took his face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. He looked at her in surprise when she released his face and pulled back.

“I’m so sorry I put you through that ordeal in Japan. I should have paid closer attention to your sleep cycle to ensure you had the opportunity to recharge properly,” she said sincerely.

Stanley blushed and nodded to her, not knowing how to react to the intimacy. She was still his boss and her beauty still dazzled him.

With a final hard look at her daughter who stood as well, Camila walked to the door and Marisa closed up behind her. The young woman rushed back to Stanley’s side.

“Can I make you some breakfast?” she asked.

He shook his head as his stomach wasn’t feeling up to eating. The drugs were still going through his system and he felt queasy. “Could you get me my computer? It’s in the case in my bedroom.”

With a quick nod, she rushed to get the machine. When she returned, he powered it up and connected to the office. It was time to get to work.

Marisa made herself breakfast and managed to get him to eat some lightly buttered toast with tea. He was pleased by the throughput on the backup job and let her know they would be ready for the switch over on Saturday.

He made a face as he looked at her. “I need a shower and to do some laundry. My robe is a little funky.”

She grinned happily and helped him to his feet. “I can help you with that.” She guided him into the bathroom and undid his robe. She quickly took off her own clothes as he looked at her in surprise.

“I’m just going to help you get washed. No fooling around. I need a shower too,” she insisted.

He did his best to not stare at her incredible tits and ass as they stood under the spray. She turned him to face away from her and gently lathered his body. The bruises weren’t too painful but the ache quickly killed any sexy thoughts he was having.

She washed his hair, rinsed and he was ready to get out to dry himself as she turned her attention to washing herself. He ran a towel carefully over his body, groaning quietly as the motions caused him to ache badly, then moved to the bedroom to get dressed. He slowly pulled on a t-shirt, underwear, socks and jeans and shuffled back out to the living room.

There was a knock on his door so he hobbled over to it and looked through the peep hole. It was Sandy and Dayshia!

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves he opened the door.

“Good morning Sandy! Dayshia!”

Sandy flashed him a wide smile. “Stanley! I’m so glad to see you back on your feet! How are you feeling?”

“Better. Please come in!” he said standing aside. As she passed a lock of Sandy’s hair reached out and caressed his face, stroking his lips. Dayshia passed by rolling her eyes as she saw his look of surprise.

“That girl has the wickedest case of fly away hair I have ever seen!” the dark beauty sighed. “I told her she should go for a shorter cut.”

Sandy looked back with an outraged expression.

“I- I think her hair is lovely as it is!” Stanley offered and Sandy’s smile came back amplified.

“See! Stanley agrees with me! The long hair stays. I love it! Besides it has so much body this morning and looks so healthy it would be criminal to cut it!” Sandy gushed, running her fingers through it.

Dayshia snorted at her friend’s enthusiasm.

Sandy’s expression turned sympathetic as she took in the bruises. “They told me you were in an accident. What happened?”

Stanley froze. He didn’t know what the cover story was so he went with the next best answer. “I don’t remember.”

“Did you strike your head? You should be in the hospital!” Dayshia said in concern.

“They took me to a hospital. My head is fine. I’m just badly bruised,” he explained.

“Stanley, who was-”

Marisa walked into the hall with only a towel wrapped around herself and came to an abrupt halt. “Oh! Hello!” she said with a smile as she saw Sandy’s delighted expression.

Stanley’s face flushed a deep red as the lovely blond stood there smiling at his guests. His tongue refused to help him in this situation and he looked away from her as she looked incredible in that towel.

Glancing at Stanley’s embarrassed expression Sandy took his looking away as a gentlemanly gesture. She smiled and took over the introductions. “Dayshia, this is Marisa Villamor, Stanley’s Executive Assistant.”

Dayshia’s eyes were climbing skyward. She knew Sandy had a soft spot for Stanley and here was a direct threat to her friend’s happiness. She went on the offensive. “Executive Assistant? What were you assisting him with this morning?”

“Dayshia!” Sandy gasped in dismay.

Marisa just smiled as she knew a protective friend when she met one. Instead of answering she went to Stanley and lifted the hem of his t-shirt so Dayshia could see the extent of his bruising. The woman winced seeing the purple, green and yellow streaks across his chest.

“Stanley cannot shower himself properly with this kind of injury. I’m his friend as well as his assistant,” she said gently.

Dayshia’s mouth moved but she had no response to that. She looked at Sandy for help but her friend was just grinning at her.

“Marisa is a very protective Executive Assistant and a very good friend,” Sandy said with a wide smile.

“I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be back shortly,” Marisa said as she picked up her suitcase and walked into Stanley’s room. She glanced over her shoulder with a demure smile and dropped the towel just as she disappeared from sight giving them all a glimpse of her exquisite ass. The door closed.

Dayshia looked at Sandy incredulously but her friend was still looking towards the door and grinning.

Sandy was also tingling madly as she recalled the previous night. She looked at her friend. “Isn’t she amazing?”

Stanley had reached the limit of his strength so he moved to the sofa and eased himself down slowly. Sandy moved to help him but he shook his head and got there on his own.

“Shouldn’t you take a pain killer if it’s that bad?” Sandy asked.

“I don’t like how they make me feel,” Stanley said quietly as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Pain free?” Dayshia snorted.

“Drugged,” Stanley returned and the woman acknowledged that with a nod. He sighed. “If it gets worse, I’ll take one.”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Sandy said sitting next to him. Dayshia sat on the chair across from the sofa and admired the décor.