In Bed with the Enemy?

The shower pounded onto James' head as he tried to process what he thought he had just seen. His eyes, which had opened in shock involuntarily, stung painfully and his vision blurred. Streams of water made its way from his hair, down his nose and cheeks into his slightly opened mouth, stopping a gasp of surprise before it could fully form.

In an instant, his mind started running wildly.

Why would his door open? Surely Phil wasn't looking for another way to get rid of him.

Phil already had the opportunity to eliminate James with no witnesses earlier. Was this all part of a master plan? Give James the slightest bit of hope to escape his conundrum and then off him in the shower?

Wait... James' mind took a sharp detour and headed straight to the gutter.

The large shower and tub, the see-through glass separating the room from the bath, the rotating bed with all the mirrors... it felt like James had seen this in a couple of internet videos that he had "coincidentally stumbled upon" before.

This room was meant for adult entertainment!

Surely he wasn't supposed to serve Phil -that- way. Was this what Phil had truly meant by "staking" him?

His metaphorical first blood had already been taken by his system, but was Phil after his literal first blood? James was still a virgin in the truest sense of the word, and he never thought he would lose his rear virginity before he lost the customary one. In fact, he had never planned to open up his back room at all.

With his next breath, James popped his head out of the pouring water and forced his eyes open.

Coughing and frantically rubbing his eyes, he stared at the door outside. The combination of the bright lights inside the bathroom and the dimness of the main room meant that he could only make out a figure slowly closing the door to his room. From the inside.

James clenched below involuntarily.

No. No way. No freaking way.

With James' eyes tracking every step, the figure slowly made its way towards the bathroom.

As the figure approached, James started to make out more details about the mysterious bedroom invader.

It seemed to be a little shorter than Phil, and definitely more lithe. Wait, could it be a she? The only people left in the villa were himself, Phil, and Ms Chung. Could Phil have called in someone else?

Finally the figure stood silhouetted against the open door to the bathroom.

Yes. Oh yes. Oh hell yeah.

It was Ms Chung. This had suddenly taken a brighter turn for the better.

Ms Chung let out a throaty chuckle. Phil saw her eyes trace over him from his head to his toes and back, pausing a little on the return trip right below his waist.

"Turnabout is fair play, isn't it James?" Ms Chung teased.

"Huh?" James said dumbly, still lost by the sudden turn of events.

"I know you were checking me out earlier downstairs. Now it's my turn." Ms Chung explained flirtatiously. "Unlike how you left me without an answer earlier, I'll tell you straight out that I think I do like what I see."

"But, why are you in my room?" James still didn't quite catch the hints.

"Why not? Are you going to spend all night asking stupid questions or should I join you in the shower?" Ms Chung got straight to the point, her eyes now twinkling mischievously.

"Uh. Yes. Yes please Ms Chung." James might have been new to this, but it didn't mean he was stupid enough not to grab at this opportunity.

"I can't believe you're still so polite at a time like this," Ms Chung laughed lightly as she stepped fully into the bathroom.

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Ms Chung started unbuttoning her dress shirt slowly, moving from the third button downward.

As the third and fourth buttons were undone, her shirt peeled apart slightly to reveal more than a hint of cleavage, exposing perfectly tanned skin with a hint of white where her black bikini had dutifully sheltered her earlier that day.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh button showed off her midriff, with just a slight hint of softness playing a perfect countermelody against her toned body.

She shrugged off her shirt slowly, exposing sharp collarbones before gradually making way to the smooth curves of her shoulders.

As the shirt fell off her shoulders, a pair of perfectly shaped, perky lumps came into focus. They stood proud and strong amidst her chest, without a hint of sag. The hints of cleavage had developed into a full, clear picture with the snowy white peaks standing in sharp contrast to the lightly browned skin.

Her bust gave way to a slim waist, before flaring out into womanly hips that manfully held on to the denim shorts she still wore.

James admired the view. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine a situation playing out like the way this already had. He flushed a little, his inexperience making itself known both in his red cheeks, and in how he had quickly raised his mast to attention.

Ms Chung released the button on her daisy dukes, before bending over at the waist and slipping them off, maintaining eye contact the whole way down.

As she leaned forward, the lights in the shower played off her lustrous black hair. Her hair was cut into a cute shoulder length bob that was lightly layered and framed burning eyes that bore straight through James' soul, eyes showing a hint of the fiery passion to come.

She straightened back up and exposed a simple pair of lacy red bikini briefs that stood in sharp contrast to her skin.

Then, with a slightly self-conscious, cheeky smile, she slipped those off too.

James drank in the sight of her long, smooth legs that led up towards her nether regions. There, he found a hint of stubble revealed from its earlier shelter.

Seeing the direction of James' gaze, Ms Chung explained quickly, "I didn't shave before coming in, I hope you don't mind."

James stuttered a little at her forthrightness, "I don't mind at all. I think you're incredible."

Ms Chung looked downwards, "Looks like you're not the only one who thinks so."

She stepped into the shower, stalking James as a lioness stalks her prey, as his inexperience betrayed him with his inaction.

Stepping close, she reached out to grab the sides of his face and tip-toed up to meet him.

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James leaned forward a little, meeting her slightly parted lips with his own.

His nose bumped painfully against hers before he tilted his head to one side. It's strange how much and how fast you learn.

He felt her tongue part his lips before darting into his mouth and greeting him with a slow lick, and he sensed more than heard her little laugh as she did so.

James reached down to cup her cheeks, pulling Ms Chung into his body as he sank into the kiss. Her eyes widened slightly and he pressed painfully against her midriff.

"My my, you are ready aren't you." She teased yet again. "I guess it's going to be time for your biology lesson soon."

"It's my first time." James said guilelessly, a little worried that there were expectations that he may not meet.

"I know. I can tell. Don't worry, I like fresh meat. We'll make a man out of you." She promised.

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James shivered as Ms Chung showered him gently, running fingers and hands across his skin and tracing lines down his back. She paid special attention to a particular area with teasing strokes and light touches, and James let out a very light, unmanly moan in response.

James then watched as she soaped herself up quickly. Seeing his attention, Ms Chung paid special care to her bosom, sudsing them up thoroughly and carefully, above, around, under, between, before rinsing them off.

Ablutions complete, James watched as Ms Chung stepped out of the shower before toweling herself dry. She walked over to the bed and took out a small bottle from the bedside drawer before applying some of its contents down below. Then, she posed artfully against the edge of the bed, blowing James a kiss and sending a beckoning finger towards him.

James quickly stepped out and ran a towel through his body in record speed.

He joined her by the bed once more. This time, he took the initiative, reaching down to lift her chin with two fingers and he looked deep into her eyes.

Soft, tentative pecks quickened to full, hungry, primal kisses. He ran his hands across her back and around her sides to paw possessively at her chest. It was soft, just a little warm, jiggly, and bouncy.

She fell backwards onto the bed and spread her legs open, now truly exposing herself in her full glory.

James stood over her and prepared himself.

He looked at her eyes once more.

Unexpectedly, what he found there wasn't lust, hunger, or anticipation, but a steely determination masking what looked like resignation and a little disgust.