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Elysium Ch. 01

By: divinedidi



Many thanks to angelic sounds for editing. 

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She noticed him as soon as he walked in the door. Oddly enough, because he was nothing like the man sitting across from her. He was lovely. He stood around 5'9, with tanned healthy skin, and blonde hair, which was nothing at all like Doug, who was 6'', with dark hair and ebony skin. Not that Doug wasn't lovely, but it was just a complete contrast. 

Doug was the golden boy. Her family couldn't get enough of him. She knew they were full of plans for the two of them, and especially for Doug, having done what he did for them all. She knew how much they loved and appreciated him, but no matter what, she wasn't with Doug, nor would she ever be. But, neither Doug nor her family seemed to be able to get that into their heads. 

Abigail was tugged from her thoughts by the intense gaze of the blue eyes that were holding hers. She realized that she had been staring at the stranger, and it seemed that the stranger had been staring back. Interrupting Doug from his self-centered monologue, she asked him to excuse her, getting up and making her way over to the gorgeous blue-eyed stranger.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Elysium, do you have a table booked?" The stranger nodded and smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. Abigail, not accustomed to the fluttering that was taking place between her legs and in her stomach, leaned against the counter which held the reservations book, in the hopes that it might keep her up.

"I believe there should be a reservation in the name of Walker for two at 2.00pm."

Abigail checked and ticked off the reservation. 

"Yes, Mr. Walker, your guest has yet to arrive, so would you like to have a drink at the bar or would you prefer to be seated immediately?" 

She saw him look around at the quiet restaurant and shrug his shoulders. "What would you suggest?" 

She noted the little twinkle in his eye and if she didn't know better, she would have sworn that he was flirting with her. She felt her body leaning in closer to him, felt her nipples tighten ever so slightly, and her panties get that little bit wetter. She really had to get a hold of herself. 

She cleared her throat, "Well it depends. If you are thirsty, you can have a drink in a more social setting, although we do hope that the restaurant is welcoming and that you would feel comfortable anywhere. But if it were me, I think I would prefer to drink at the bar, that way, if my guest didn't arrive, I wouldn't feel too embarrassed." 

Realizing the unprofessional nature of her words, Abigail bit her lip. If Doug had heard her speak to the customer that way, he would have killed her. She looked up at Mr. Walker and was relieved to see that he was laughing and agreeing with her. 

He really had a beautiful smile and she wondered what kind of man he was. He was obviously handsome and fairly well to do. He spoke well and dressed well, his manners were impeccable, but he also seemed to have an air of mischief about him and that was what she was finding that she didn't want to or couldn't let go of. Hoping to draw him into more conversation, she took a breath, but was interrupted by Doug's appearance at her side and his arm sliding around her waist, pulling her against him.

"Mr. Walker, what a pleasure to see you again. I'm so glad you decided to return."

Seeing Doug's proprietary demeanor with the lovely lady in front of him, Alexander Walker realized that he had thought he was too lucky and took a subconscious step back away from her. Not being aware of the electricity between the two, Doug continued charming Alexander for the next few minutes, before slapping his head in forgetfulness. 

"My goodness, how could I have forgotten? You two haven't met have you?" Doug pushed Abigail forward a little.

"Abi, this is Alexander Walker. He has been a devoted customer ever since we took over." 

Abi held out her hand for Alexander. "Hi. Please don't call me Abigail, only my mother calls me that when I'm in trouble. Abi is fine." 

Alex took the outstretched hand and looked down, marveling at the difference between their skin tones and the softness of her skin. "Well, if I can call you Abi, then you should call me Alex." 

Abi flashed a warm, shy smile at him, but held his eyes. Captivated by her shining eyes, he felt as though he was being pulled by an invisible force, everything around him disappeared leaving only him and Abi, standing together wanting the same thing. In answer to his feelings, his cock started to stir, and for fear of embarrassing himself, he let go of her hand and redirected his attention to Doug.

Doug moved back to Abi and put his arm around her again. Alex watched this curiously. He wondered how someone like Doug had managed to get someone like Abi. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but there was something about her skin, the color of milk chocolate, that made him want to taste her and her full lips, which she had self consciously licked about five times since their meeting, making them shine with her saliva. It made him wonder if they would look that way if he came in her mouth. There was something about the way her eyes shone when she smiled and something about the body that was hidden under the suit she was wearing. It was hugging her figure so he could see her hourglass shape, her large breasts and wonderful legs, which were peeping out from the knee length skirt she had on. 

Doug didn't seem to be the kind of person that could get and keep someone like her. He felt his cock getting harder and feeling a desperate need to relieve himself with fantasies of the lady in front of him, Alex knew he was going to have to make his apologies and sort himself out in the bathroom before sitting down to have lunch. He gave his excuses and made his way to the bathroom.

Abigail and Doug watched him leave in silence and once he was out of sight, she turned to him furiously. "Must you always do that? Treat me as though we're... well you know!"

Doug furrowed his brow. "What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

"Of course you do. I mean, do you have to make everyone think we're together?"

"Well, we are together. We live together. We work together. So, in essence, we are together."

"Yes, but I mean together as in a couple. You gave Alex, I mean, Mr. Walker the wrong idea just then."

Doug rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "Oh, so that's the problem. You're worried that the hot white guy thought we were together. To be honest babe, I really don't think you're his type."

With that he shrugged his shoulders and walked off, knowing that he had done his damage. 

Abigail felt the tears welling in her eyes, but refused to let him see them. If only she didn't need Doug so much, then she would be free to do whatever she wanted. But for as long as they were in his debt, she supposed she was going to have to toe the line. 

Abi's melancholy thoughts were interrupted by the rhythmic sound of a stiletto clad heels tapping the marble floor. She looked up to find a beautiful blonde woman clad in a sheer, figure-hugging, cashmere dress, which revealed every curve and no fat whatsoever. Sighing with impatience, Abi righted herself. "Yes, madam, what can I do for you?"

The woman looked Abi up and down and turned up her nose. "I'm here for a reservation at 2.00pm, Walker?" 

Abi felt her heart sink just that little bit more, realizing that this lady was here to dine with the gorgeous man. Any hopes she may have had were simply lost now. Abi nodded, not trusting her voice and directed the lady to the bar where Mr. Walker, Alex, was drinking. Abi could only watch as he jumped from his seat and embraced the woman. She kissed him full on the lips and stroked his face while he looked deeply in her eyes. Doug was right, she really wasn't his type...

To be continued...

Elysium Ch. 02



[Thanks again to angelic sounds for her wonderful editing!]

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"Mr. Walker, you're back with us so soon. I'm glad. You seem to enjoy it here. Will you be dining alone?"

"Yes, Doug. I will be alone today." Doug watched as Alex Walker looked left, right, then past him his shoulder and behind him towards the bar.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"No, well yes, well no. How's Abi?"

"She's very well, thank you for asking."

"She's beautiful. You're a very lucky man."

"Yes, I am the luckiest man in the world. We've been together since college..."

Doug was interested to note Alex's shoulders slump, as though this piece of news had depressed him. Maybe he had a thing for Abi too? He'd have to nip that in the bud straight away.

"Yes, Abi is fine thanks. She's taking the day off today to take her mother to the doctor. We all live together, you know. It's like one big happy family, although it makes alone time for us quite difficult, as I'm sure you can imagine?" He winked in a 'guys only' fashion.

Alex nodded distractedly and Doug, seeing that he had made his point, called Luke over and introduced him to Alex. "Mr. Walker, this is Luke. He will be your waiter this afternoon and I sincerely hope you enjoy your meal. Alex, it was a pleasure as always. I'll make sure to tell Abi that you were asking after her." Leaving a crestfallen Alex at the table, Doug shook his hand and made his way back to the office, satisfied that he had done his work for the day.

********

Douglas Sanders had wanted Abigail Matthews from the moment he saw her running across the college campus on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Her shoulder length black hair had been flowing behind her, the sun catching the natural brown highlights that streaked through ever so randomly, making them more prominent in the sunlight. Her legs, long and lithe, had made short work of the expanse of grass that she was covering at quite a pace, he noticed appreciatively.

As his heart started to beat that little bit faster, he watched as she progressed rapidly across the campus towards the library that he had closed fifteen minutes earlier. He could see she was in a hurry and watched curiously as she reached the library doors and tugged on them. He frowned. Everyone knew the library closed at 6.00pm on Sundays, what could she possibly need in the library at this time? Captivated, he observed as she pushed and pulled at the door and then watched her pretty face run through a gamut of emotions; frustration, despair, resignation and finally anger. Doug watched her, his book forgotten in his hand and the light rain that had started to fall, largely ignored. 

As a couple of minutes passed and she started to feel the drizzle, she gave up, kicking the door as hard as possible and obviously harder than she had anticipated. It was this that gave him his opening to speak to her. 

He made his way across to her. "Are you ok?" 

She stopped rolling about on the grass that all students were sternly advised to keep off of at all times and focused her attention on him. 

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Douglas sank down on his haunches and looked her over properly. She was so pretty. Her cocoa coloured skin flushed as Doug took his time surveying her. She was unlike anyone he had ever been attracted to before. She looked normal. Not cheerleader, not nerd, not goth, just a girl who did not fall into any group or clique, just someone who went about her daily life. Someone completely different to him.

"Was it something important that you needed?"

"Huh?" The large brown eyes that had been concentrating on the throbbing toe were now fully focused on the face in front of her.

"In the library, what was it that you needed?"

"Oh, I didn't need anything. I needed to return this shitty book so that I don't get any charges...I could just do without it right now."

Doug raised his eyebrows, fascinated as to why someone would go to such lengths to avoid a $10 fine. He shrugged in a casual manner, but inside his heart was dancing - he could help her.

"I have a key," he suggested.

"You have a what?"

"A key, I have one. I could let you in, if you really need to do it today."

The fact that he was breaking the trust that Ms. Summers had placed in him was completely forgotten when he saw the smile she bestowed upon him. It was like the first day of spring after a long cold winter. He wanted her to always smile at him that way. He always wanted to be the one to make her smile. He wanted to be the only person she smiled at. He was lost.

Doug held out his hand and helped the still cursing girl to her feet and together they shuffled slowly to the library, making tentative introductions and polite conversation.

********

Doug had received his place at university with a full scholarship, aced every class, and was in the unlikely position of being top of the class, as well as the most popular boy. The once shy boy who had vowed to always live his life as a gentleman who would treat women as the queens they were had rescinded far back into Doug's psyche the minute the head of the cheerleading squad had taken him aside and told him how sexy it was to finally find a man with brains and good looks. She then proceeded to show him just how sexy it was, with the aid of two of her teammates and a jar of honey. The only mantra which now reverberated in Doug's head was, "I can do anything I want. I can have anything I want. I can have anyone I want - I'm Douglas Sanders." 

And boy did he want Abigail Matthews, as she had introduced herself, while they walked through the silent hallowed halls of the library. Abi had been delighted that he had been able to help her avoid the charge, flattered when he offered to walk her home, had giggled shyly when he asked her out and had been definite when she told him no. Abi wasn't interested in Doug, not in that way. Of course she knew who he was, everyone knew who he was, but she didn't really want to be part of the clique who ruled the school, she just wanted to keep her head down and get on with it.

Doug kind of got the feeling that Abi was not as impressed by him as she should have been, as every other girl that he had met had been since he reached 6'3 and started working out. He was great, goddamnit, but if she wanted to be friends, then he could do that no problem. She would see the light eventually, Doug knew that. Abi was the girl for him, she just needed some time come to terms with it.

However, Abi never came to terms with it and their friendship had continued. He graduated, she continued studying. 

He made a fortune on the stock exchange, she graduated, 

He became a multi millionaire, her father killed himself after declaring in a letter to her mother that he had lost all of their money.

And that's when it happened, she had needed him desperately. Being the only person that she could rely on, Abi called Doug at 3.00am on a Saturday night in mid December. Doug had been receiving the blowjob of his life from his fiancée, who was delighted with the three carat ring that he had purchased in order to cement his request that she become his wife and was intent on showing him that he had made the right decision. 

Lying in his king size bed, his eyes were closed and lower lip caught between his teeth. He found himself, as he often did, pretending that it was Abi doing this to him. That it was Abi whose soft murmurings caused sweet vibrations along his cock and whose tongue was dancing along his shaft while her hands caressed his balls. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, forcing his cock into her mouth just that little bit more and loving the feeling of her throat opening up so she could take all of him in. He could feel her nose tickling his pubic hair and he started to thrust gently. He could hear her moaning in the back of her throat, knowing it was turning her on to see him so aroused, and he started to thrust that little bit faster. She increased the pace and he moaned loudly. 

The telephone ringing failed to interrupt the couple, who were fast approaching the beginning of the end. The phone continued to ring. Her mouth was working faster and faster. He could feel his balls tightening. He was imagining Abi pulling away and straddling him now, holding his throbbing hard dick in her hands as she sank her tight warm wet pussy down gently on to it. He arched his back, it was too much for him. He threw his head back. "Abi," he cried and came, spilling copious amounts of cum into Brenda, and not Abi's mouth. 

Through the ambrosian daze that was surrounding him, Doug realised his faux pas; he kept his eyes closed in the hope that if he stayed as still as a statue, he wouldn't receive seven shades of Hell from the Fury standing in front of him. However, as he opened his eyes a fraction, he could see her take a breath to begin the tirade.

To distract her from her mission and him from the pain he was about to receive, Doug answered the still ringing phone, and the voice that answered disjointed him. Abi was hysterical on the phone, with the news of her father and their impending poverty.

Poor Brenda never got the opportunity to kick the shit out of Doug as he sprinted up from the bed, packed, dressed and ordered a cab to get to Abi, forgetting that Brenda was even there. 

In fact, Doug never gave Brenda a second thought until the aforementioned three carats were returned to him by Federal Express six months later with a note saying she guessed the wedding was off.

Doug had loved being able to help Abi. He had been able to show her what she was missing in him. That they belonged together, that she would be making a huge mistake in not wanting to be with him. He became her family's guardian angel, paying for her brother's tuition at college, paying off her father's debts. He welcomed her, her mother and brother to his mansion as the bank had foreclosed on their family home, and probably the most important thing, he gave her a job at his restaurant. But somewhere along the line, he had also become her oppressor, and strangely this was something only Abi had been able to see.

*******

Abi pondered this as she lengthened her legs in the bath to ensure the razor got all of the stray hairs. She wondered how she was going to be able to get out of Doug's grasp. She wasn't stupid, she knew that he wanted her. That was fine and that she could handle. It was the added pressure of her family that she just couldn't deal with. Only yesterday, when she had tentatively broached the subject of perhaps leaving Doug's house and buying some place of their own, her mother had swung her huge brown eyes that had melted her father every time upward and had whispered, "But what shall we do? How will we cope?" Which made Abi swell with guilt.

Abi realized that she was in no position to complain. Doug, with his immense wealth, inestimable contacts and kind heart had pulled them out of dire straits and set them on the path to happiness once more. He had even fulfilled a dream of hers by buying a restaurant and asking her to be the maitre d'. It was a job she loved every day, but one which was now filled with a strange longing followed by disappointment each time the door swung open and a new customer arrived and it wasn't quite who she was expecting. Why was she even expecting him anyway. She was sure that he probably wouldn't remember her anyway. 

Discarding the razor, Abi sunk down in the bath until the bubbles covered her and lightly grazed her hands over her nipples, watching in aroused fascination as they tightened and rose. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, imagining Mr. Walker, Alex's, hands finding their way over her body. Sinking her fingers down under the water in between her eagerly spread legs, she mimicked what she wanted him to do. Abi slid her hand down and gasped as she felt her finger stroke the swollen nub. 

It had been years since she had let anyone touch her and as much as she knew that Doug was more than willing to help her out in this department, since her father's death, she hadn't wanted to take anything for granted and she hadn't wanted Doug to have a hold over her nor did she want to give him the wrong idea. Increasing her stroke, Abi felt her pussy get warm and she gently slid two fingers inside herself, her eyes closed imagining Alex's face watching her, his fingers telling a story of their own. She imagined moaning his name gently and then did so quietly under her breath, testing to see how his name sounded rolling around her tongue. 

As she whispered, "Alex," she felt the goosebumps rise on her arms and then became aware of the two fingers inside herself. She used her thumb to stroke her clit to orgasm. She felt it building, imagining him holding her. She imagined him there in the bath with her, spreading her legs and lifting her hips while she held on to the edge of the bath. She imagined him thrusting into her and mimicked the motion with her fingers. As she started to cum, she whispered his name over and over and threw her head back as her orgasm overtook her. Then she heard, "Abi?"

Startled, let go of the side of the bath and promptly sunk under the water. "Yes?" she said, spluttering through foam suds.

"Are you ok? I thought I heard something."

"Doug, I'm fine. Thanks, don't worry about it. Everything is fine..."

"Do you need a hand to -"

"NO, now fuck off!"

She could hear him chuckle and begin to walk away. She heaved a sigh of relief, hoping that maybe she could get back to where she was, but then she groaned as she heard his footsteps returning back to the door. 

"By the way, I saw your friend today."

"What friend?"

"Mr. Walker, I saw him."

Abi sat up straight in the bath and tried to make her voice sound as though she hadn't swallowed a chipmunk, "Really? That's nice. Did he ask about me?"

"Why would he ask about you? He never mentioned you."

"Oh."

Doug chuckled, "Yeah, he was with that hot piece again. She's something else. They were all over each other. I told you, Sunshine, you really aren't his type."

Abi gave him the finger through the door and then shrugged her shoulders, nodding to herself. This was what she needed to hear. It was all just a fantasy anyway, so what did it matter? 

Well if it didn't matter, why did she feel so bereft at the idea that he didn't know she was alive? 



Elysium Ch. 03



Many many thanks to everyone who voted and sent feedback for the previous two stories, apologies that this is so late but life has been a kind of rollercoaster! Back on track now. Would appreciate all votes and comments (good or bad). If this is the first time you're reading this series, it would probably be more enjoyable to read parts 1 & 2 first!. Thank you so much DiDi

The smashing of the dinner plates that Alex could hear from where he was sitting was really beginning to get on his nerves. He winced as he heard the expensive crockery hit the granite floor in the kitchen and wondered at Diane's sense. She had bought the crockery and had insisted on the granite tiles for the kitchen floor and now she was wasting all of her money in breaking the crockery and cracking the granite in order to spite him. Alex sank down on the sofa and buried his head in his hands groaning at the shitty situation that he now found himself in. 

"Alex," Diane's shrill angry voice called from the kitchen. Alex promised himself that he wouldn't respond to her demands but was knocked out of his resolution by, "If you don't come here and listen to what I have to say, I'm going to break your mother's fucking Spode, do you understand me?"

Alex shook his head, certain that not even Diane would go that far, knowing that anything which belonged to his now dead mother meant the world to him, and hoping that she wouldn't resort to such underhand tactics to win her point. However, he was knocked out of his reverie by a further smash. Incensed, Alex made his way to the kitchen fuelled with such anger that he couldn't see straight. 

Diane, his ex wife, was sitting on the kitchen table with the prized Spode in her hand and a triumphant smile on her face. "I always knew how to get you didn't I?" Alex shrugged, irritated that he had managed to be hoodwinked by her nonsense yet again, but also a little relieved that she hadn't destroyed his mother's prized possession. Alex made his way across to her silently and held his hand out for his mother's ornament. 

Diane held it out of reach and stopped Alex in his tracks by lifting her long toned leg and placing her stiletto clad heel in the centre of his chest, "Now that I have your attention, would you care to explain why you have moved your clothes out of the house please and why you are choosing to house yourself in this apartment that I am sure my money has paid for?" 

Alex didn't have the energy to correct her.

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, "If you are insisting on living on my money, then surely the most polite thing to do would be to live with me no?" she didn't wait for a response and continued on blithely, "And, if you are going to insist on living away from me, for God's sake, do it with a little bit of taste. I can't be seen to have my husband living in this area, in this poky little apartment; it does my credibility no good whatsoever."

Alex snatched the crockery out of his wife's hand and stared at her, puzzled as to how he could have been married to her for as long as he had been or even as to how he could have ever been in love with her. He studied her now, taking in the long flaxen hair, the emerald eyes which turned amber in the sun, or when she was planning something devilish, the toned body which found itself in the gym everyday and the surgically augmented breasts that never failed to excite him and which, even now contrary to his dislike of her, were turning him on . 

Diane lay back on the table noting Alex's unconscious interests in her breasts and made to capitalize on this. Arching her back and sighing, she lowered her voice to a husky tone, "Why can't we make this work baby? I love you and I know you love me, we don't need to go so far as divorce do we?" Warming to her theme, Diane knelt up and pulled Alex to her by his belt buckle, "We're so good together; I can't believe that you would even think of finishing this."

Alex pulled away from her roughly, "Funny, I thought we were great together but you seemed to disagree with that sentiment by sleeping with the pool boy, gardener, my best friend and anyone else with a dick that moved." Diane shrugged her shoulders insouciantly, Alex continued, "You knew how I felt about us, how seriously I took it, how I felt about you and me and us together and yet you still saw nothing wrong in going against everything. What's the point?"

Diane pulled him to her again, this time gently, "The point, darling, is that you can't keep away from me and I sure as hell can't keep away from you." 

Feeling Alex's surrender, Diane licked her lips and drew him to her whispering, "You'll always be mine; I don't want you to be anyone else's ever," and engaged him in the passionate kiss that always made him lay down arms for her.

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It seemed that Diane Gates had been disrupting Alex Walker's life from the minute she had set foot in the art class that he was teaching four years previously. In order to keep her father sweet and to prevent him from forcing her to work in the family stockbrokers', she had announced that she was going to become an artist. To show that she was serious about her new found vocation, she had enrolled in the local art class and found herself to be studying under the 'delectable' Alexander Walker who was the talk of the female students and the small town in which they lived. 

Alex, wasn't particularly happy to be teaching art to a bunch of bored stuck up rich housewives, but needed to do so to ensure that his landlady didn't either throw him out or ask for his rent in kind. He was a promising artist with bucketloads of talent and the looks to match but his drawings were somewhat old fashioned and not particularly appealing to the galleries who were only happy at the moment to be displaying diced bovine and used condoms. Alex was having a crisis of confidence. 

He had promised himself when he arrived, that he would stay and make sure that someone would see how good his stuff was, but that had been a year ago and now he was living hand to mouth teaching these stupid classes, fending off advances from women old enough to be his mother and watching useless dilettantes like the spoilt albeit very attractive one sitting right at the back of his class talking into her cell phone. Alex cleared his throat politely and was a little stunned to see the said dilettante raise her forefinger and silently ask him to wait until she finished her conversation. 

Alex was a little taken aback and frankly irritated and could see that his irritation was reflected in the eyes of the rest of his class. He was a little gratified to hear the loud tuts and sighs, which mirrored the expressions which were resonating in his head and which he wished that he were able to express, being openly expressed by his loyal class. 

Once finished, the said dilettante smiled brightly and signaled with her hands that she was finished and she was ready to start if everyone else was. Bemused by her audacity and attracted to the cat like eyes which he was aware were busy appraising him, Alex turned to his class and started speaking, 

"Hello everyone, welcome back. This week, as I mentioned earlier, we will be studying the nude female form so when our model gets here, I will ask her to do four poses; of these, I would ask that you try three pencil sketches, and the one you are most happy with of all three, this one you can base your painting on for your homework. Does this suit?" Alex's captivated class nodded rapturously signalling that they understood and couldn't wait to get going. 

Alex nodded back; glad that his class had returned to their well behaved state, irrespective of their disobedient interloper and sat down at his desk to read a further rejection letter that he had received from yet another gallery, what was this one, number thirty? Sinking his head in his hands and ruminating on just how much worse his luck could get, Alex was disturbed by a constant rhythmic clearing of a throat. He looked up to see Karen Forrester, his favourite student, talented and quiet, and who he knew had a massive crush on him, and who he would have done something about it with, had she not been married to the curator of the local museum, which he owned; looking at him meekly. Alex cleared his face, "You ok Karen?" 

"Sure," she nodded, "it's just, well, there's no model is there Alex?"

Alex looked across the classroom to the empty stage which held a chaise longue sans model.

"Shit!" Casting wildly in his mind, he tried to think of various women that he could ask who would be happy to strip off for him and a bunch of strangers. Funnily enough or maybe sadly enough, he couldn't think of anyone. Boy was he glad he had stipulated that the nude form should be female, he could imagine how many of these women would have suggested that he act as a model; the thought made him shudder! 

He turned to the class, "Ladies, we seem to have a problem," Alex scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, he couldn't remember if he had told the model to come to the class today or if he had said he would get back to her, "We don't seem to have a model for the class so there is no one for you to sketch, I apologize unreservedly for the inconvenience but unless," he said with a wink, " any of you would like to pose, then I'm afraid we will have to cancel the class." Alex listened to the titters at his bold suggestion and smiled to himself. 

He turned back to his desk to start packing up and turned back when he heard the commotion taking place in his classroom. No-one was more surprised than Alex when the owner of the "don't interrupt me" finger made her way to the front of the class, whipped off her shirt to reveal a firm and stunning pair of C cups and said, "Ok Teach, where do you want me?"

Alex watched in amazement as Diane, as she introduced herself, disrobed while explaining that she didn't think she would be any good at art anyway, and she was so used to sunbathing naked that how different could this be? 

Diane ignored the stares of Mrs O'Neill who had disapproved of her ever since she had walked in and caught Diane giving her son his first blow job when they were fifteen, and Julie Anderson who she had competed against and beaten for the treasured role of homecoming queen in high school and who was now a respectable lady married to an up and coming executive at her father's firm, who loved to squeeze Diane's arse at company functions; Diane's focus was solely on Alex and on making him smile, and that she had managed to do by saving his class and revealing her prized possession, her body.

There had begun a beautiful friendship. Alex fell in love with the feisty heiress who had more money than sense, a reckless sense of danger, the sexual appetite of a rabbit and the best sense of humour he had encountered in years. 

Diane fell in love with this strapping man, so full of raw talent, with strong hands and a gentle smile, complete with old fashioned values. While they were dating, he had spoken of his desire to get married and have children, how he wanted a large house that was always noisy. This picture that he created was very different to the upbringing that Diane had experienced. She had grown up in a mausoleum of a mansion, with only the maid to talk to, unless she had gotten herself into trouble with the neighbours or the police as she was wont to do. It was only then that Diane had become on intimate terms with her father who had drummed it into her that she was a Gates and Gates' did not do that kind of thing. 

For a while, Diane believed that she could give Alex everything he wanted, and she was so in love with him, that she wanted to make him happy. She rented him space in a studio so he could spend his time painting, she made him, (she could be very persuasive), give up his job at the art school so that he could make it as a fully fledged artist and so grateful for the love and attention that he was receiving from Diane, Alex promptly asked her to marry him and she promptly accepted.

Alex had made only one request of Diane when they were married; that they remain faithful to one another, that they take their vows seriously. She had batted her beautiful emerald eyes up at him and agreed, pledging that she wanted that more than anything in the world and then had gone completely against her word by sleeping with the gardener, pool boy, chauffeur, and finally going the whole hog by being caught at their third anniversary party in a threesome with Alex's best friend and his wife. In theory, this should have rocked Alex's world, but he had thrown his rage, anger and his feelings of irrelevance into his painting and was now producing work better than even he could ever have imagined or hoped for. 

He was now being courted, by choice, by the gallery owners who were noticing the buzz surrounding the name of Alexander Walker and this time it had nothing to do with Diane whispering in someone's ears and making promises of large donations from Daddy's firm. This time, they were there for him, by choice.

Alex's minor success had been enough that he had left Diane was now able to rent his painting studio in his own name and not have to lay a hand on any of Diane's money. It was also enough that he was able to buy a small apartment and move out of the mansion where he had dreamily envisioned spending the rest of his life with Diane and their numerous kids before finding out that Diane hated kids with a passion and took her contraceptive pills as though they were the elixir and not the preventor of life.

Alex had thought that he was on a winning streak, given that he had managed to extricate himself from his farce of a marriage with some of his dignity intact, and having made his own money; but standing in his kitchen getting turned on by his ex wife which he knew was just a left over effect from the disappointment he had experienced on learning that Doug and Abi (God, she was beautiful) were a very happy couple together. 

Alex now knew that his winning streak, albeit brief, had come to an end.

He realised this as he watched his wife's hand tug on his very hard dick and watched as she lay back on the kitchen table and spread her legs. It seemed that she was always able to surprise him, and she had done so yet again by revealing her completely shaved pussy, which was glistening with her arousal. 

Groaning to himself in shame, he bent closer to her spread legs, inhaling her musky scent, and lifting her legs so they rested on his shoulders, Alex leant forward and licked. Diane's moan of pleasure pushed him past the edge of reason and he concentrated on pleasing her, just as he had when they were married. He licked the length of her pussy, savouring the taste of her and leaning back just a little to look at it, blew gently, smiling wickedly at her louder wail. 

Alex settled himself, and licked her, his tongue making figures of eights over her pussy and then intermittently sucking on her clit making her scream. Diane was grabbing onto his hair, muttering under her breath, "Oh yes, that's so good, you're so good baby." Alex, hearing the increase in pitch in her voice and realising she was going to come fairly soon, concentrated the pressure on her clit, moving his head where she directed him knowing that only she could show him what she truly wanted. He was rewarded for his efforts as he felt her legs tighten around his head, and he helped her by lifting her by the butt cheeks plunging his face deeper, hearing her screams muffled as his ears were covered by her legs but knowing he was doing a good job if the tugging on his head was anything to go by! 

Once spent, Diane released Alex's head and sat up immediately, pulling his face to hers and whispering, "You're so good baby, you always were. Now let me show you why you do not want to leave me." 

The logical side of Alex's head was screaming, somewhat mutedly, that although going down on Diane wasn't the best idea in the world, having sex with her truly was the worst. But while his logical side was shouting, his sexually deviant side was sizing up the way she was bent on all fours on his kitchen table, the dew from their previous activities glistening on her pussy and, it seemed, calling to him, begging him to touch it and her. 

Diane was looking as sexy as ever, tousled with her eye make up smudged a little and her lipstick rubbed off. She was looking at him over her shoulder and gyrating her arse towards him begging him to take her, and then, as he made his way to her, she turned round, facing him and knelt up, it seemed, making the decision for him. She started to tug on his belt, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time and talking to him, "I am so wet for you" Belt undone, "I can't wait to feel you inside me," trousers by the ankles, "I know you want me," hand down the boxer shorts and stroking his cock which was wet with anticipation. By now, the logical side of his head had given up and he was all deviant. 

Returning the favour, Alex grabbed Diane by the hair and pushed her down towards his straining dick. As she took the head in her mouth, she smiled up at him triumphantly; but not wanting to dwell on this, he pushed her head down, hoping she would help him on his way to sexual oblivion. 

However, Diane, as ever, had other ideas, and after sucking his dick so it was now harder than he had ever remembered, she turned back on all fours and slid down so her head was resting on her forearms. Understanding immediately what she wanted, Alex reached forward and stroked one glorious round orb and then stroked his dick three times before taking up his position behind her and sliding into the hot centre that was waiting for him. 

They moaned together as he bottomed out and he took the time to get used to the feeling of her tight wetness around him. He started to thrust, revelling in the sounds of her moaning and the thrashing of her head. As the feelings began to overwhelm him, he started to thrust harder and faster, wanting her to take all of him, feeling his blood beginning to boil and his balls beginning to tighten. Somewhere in the distance he heard her cursing that she was cumming and suddenly the picture of the beautiful girl in the restaurant popped into his head. He imagined it was her moaning for him like that and Alex found he could take no more. 

As he came, he buried his face in Diane's shoulder kissing and murmuring under his breath words that she didn't understand. Diane didn't want to move, enjoying the closeness with her husband that she had missed over the past few months. She was delighted. She had known that it would only take time for Alex to come to his senses and now he had, he could stop all this nonsense about divorcing and such. Feeling Alex return to sanity, Diane wriggled away from him and turned to face him and was surprised by the expression on Alex's face. 

Diane had not expected dismay to be the primary expression on his face. Nor had she expected Alex to be unable to make eye contact with her, nor to be rapidly pulling out of her and putting his trousers back on, nor to be picking up her clothes from where they lay strewn across the granite floor and handing them out to her. She really hadn't expected him to say, "Diane, that was a complete mistake and please accept my sincere apologies. It would probably be for the best if we got the lawyers to sort everything out divorce wise to avoid..." 

He stopped speaking, obviously at a loss to himself as to how he could explain what had just happened. This was when Diane saw red, "You cheeky motherfucker, you think you can throw me away like some piece of shit? I fucking made you, do you understand? Anything that you have is down to me and if you think I am going to let you leave me over some trivial nonsense..."




Elysium Ch. 03



Alex interjected, "I hardly think you can call sleeping with half the town trivial"

She waved her hand dismissively, "If you think that I am willing to let you go then you have another thing coming Mr, do you understand me? I will fight for you, and I will never let you go."

During her impassioned speech, Diane had shrugged herself into her skirt and blouse but had failed to put on any underwear; picking up the scrap of lace that passed for her thong, she threw it in his face, "Here, keep this as a memento, you'll be begging for the real thing soon enough." On that note, she turned on her heel and stomped out of the house, slamming the door and breaking one of the panels of glass.

Faced with a now silent house, Alex sank his face in his hands and exhaled deeply. He had to admit that he hadn't handled that in the best way and he was now waiting for the knife that normally came along to pierce him in his heart when Diane left him. However, this time there was nothing. Alex grinned to himself, maybe this was it? Maybe he was finally rid of the burden that was his ex wife and maybe this would give him the opportunity to get to know, if not to woo, the lovely Abigail in the restaurant (he'd deal with Doug somehow). Delighted with himself, Alex made his way back to the lounge and picked up the phone, "Elysium? I'd like to send a gift to one of your employees." 



Elysium Ch. 04



"Doug, could you just..." Abi sighed as the object of her question purposefully ignored her and made his way out of the restaurant. Where was he going? The restaurant was absolutely heaving and it was all hands on deck but ever since Alex Walker had sent through the beautiful painting of the unnamed black woman with the title of "Beautiful" which had borne more than a passing resemblance to Abi, Doug hadn't had a civil word to say to anyone least of all Abi.

Abi sighed again but was heartened as she looked around the restaurant. All tables full, the bar heaving, the jazz band playing with their new singer belting out various songs by Ella and Billie. Abi loved it so very much. The only drawback to this whole success which she had created was that it belonged to Doug, and for as long as Doug owned the restaurant was for as long as she was under his thumb. She had been saving to try and buy him out, but had proved to be a victim of her own success - the more profitable the restaurant had become, the more it had rocketed in value and therefore the more she had to save. She wasn't even remotely close to being able to make a respectable offer and she wasn't about to take any handouts from him whatsoever.

As had been over the past couple of weeks, any time Abi had taken the time to think about anything, her gaze always found itself resting on the painting which they had had mounted on the foyer wall, highlighted by soft lights and surrounded by an ornate frame and the tiny gold plaque which she had had made to accompany it detailing the name of the painting and it's author. 

Prior to the painting's arrival, it had been a couple of months since Abi had first set eyes on Alex and then never again, but it was as though she just couldn't get rid of him. After their initial meeting, his paintings had been selected for a huge exhibition at which he was headlining and he was now being touted in all manners of media as the art world's new darling boy. Alex was everywhere. Interviews, posters, his paintings being reproduced all over the place at an astonishing rate, and yet he had never returned to Elysium. 

Doug and Abi had wondered aloud about this together; in fact, more so because Alex mentioned the restaurant favourably in almost every profile that the media did of him but since meeting with Doug, he hadn't been back. Abi had questioned Doug relentlessly; had something happened, did he finish his food, who was serving him? Doug had batted away these questions with irritation and told her to piss off, if she was that worried, why didn't she go and talk to Luke who had served him, which she had promptly done and Luke had told her that it had been fine and that he remembered Mr Walker because he had been an excellent tipper. 

Abi was a little bewildered (and disappointed) then as to why he hadn't been back. She had put her feelings aside knowing that he had a girlfriend or a wife and remembering the beautiful blonde who had thrown her arms around him, but told herself that it would have been nice to see him again if only to thank him. Having a famous patron at the restaurant had started an upsurge in reservations which could only be a bonus for the restaurant. 

And then it had happened; Doug and she had been sitting together going through shift rotas, accounts books, invoices when they had been interrupted by, "Excuse me, there's a delivery." Doug had waved off the waiter and told him to deal with it and neither Doug nor Abi could understand why Luke was unable to look either of them in the eye. 

"What's the problem Luke?" she asked

Luke shrugged, "I think you should come and take a look."

Intrigued, Abi and Doug left the table and followed the sheepish Luke out to the foyer where stood a ten foot Alexander Walker original of a naked black woman with skin the colour of milk chocolate draped in a white sheet standing with her back to the viewer and only allowing them a vision of her profile. A profile which was very similar if not an exact replica of Abi's face. The silence had spoken volumes, and then all hell had broken loose, "Have you been seeing him behind my back?"

Too stunned to respond and still staring at the painting, Abi shook her head. Unable to tear his own eyes from the painting, Doug continued, "Well, how the fuck do you explain this?"

Snapped out of her reverie, Abi turned to him, "What do you mean how do I explain it? I can't explain it. I've only met the man once and you were there when that happened, and even so, what the fuck is it to you?"

"Oh, like that is it? Find yourself a new rich white boy so you forget about everything I have done for you and your fucking family is that it?"

Abi could feel the staff backing away slowly as Doug's temper unfurled and she turned to him, "I haven't found myself anyone, and I can't believe that you would throw that in my face. You know how I feel about everything that you have done for us and how much I have appreciated every bit of it - but I have also always been as honest as possible and have said that I can't see anything happening between us. Surely by now you should be happy to accept this?"

"Happy to accept it?" Doug spat, "Happy to accept your undying gratitude but unwillingness to even contemplate a life with me or anything even resembling a romance when you have never given it a try? Watching you hide yourself away from everyone and everything but unfurling like a beautiful flower when this complete stranger walks into your life for less that forty seconds?" Doug stomped away from her, and then turned to face her, "Abi, I wouldn't do what I have done for you for anyone else, I did this, not because I wanted your gratitude but because I wanted to show you that I was and am willing to do anything for you. That remains but it seems to me that I really have no chance where you're concerned and in which case we are going to need to rework our situation."

Abi looked back at him uncomprehending. He continued, "Maybe it's time that you and your family found somewhere else to live, maybe it's about time that I found my life again and then you could go on and pursue whatever it is that you feel you have to pursue?" 

Abi smiled up at him gratefully, amazed that he understood quite so clearly and had taken it all so calmly. The smile was promptly wiped off her face when he said, "It wouldn't be a good idea for us to continue working together so I understand if you want to hand your notice in - a month's notice should be fine." With that, Doug turned on his heel and stomped out of the restaurant sending the poor busboy flying with his tray of glasses and causing hundreds of dollars worth of damage.

And now this was how they existed together. Doug had never mentioned anything else about Abi resigning and to add insult to injury, her mother and brother had steadfastly refused to move out of Doug's house. Abi had rented herself a small apartment not far from the restaurant and she and Doug continued to work together in synchronised disharmony. 

She couldn't understand just how Alex had managed to walk into her life, speak to her for all of forty seconds or so and manage to disrupt the perfect living situation that she had achieved. It was hard for her to admit to herself that she wanted him desperately, but she put that down to a lack of sex, confidence and far too much reading of Silhouette novels. Her mother constantly shook her head in exasperation. What in the name of God was she waiting for? A wealthy, respectable, friendly, black man wanted to marry her, and she wanted to waste her time with a penniless, divorced, white artist? But for Abi it was a little more than that. 

She had known Doug for years and although she loved him the same way she loved her brother and she was more than well aware about the way he felt about her, forty seconds with Alex had made her see that these feelings could not be conjured up and to settle for anything else would be doing herself a disservice, and although she hadn't seen Alex since, she was constantly aware of his existence, in particular, every time her eyes flicked up to the painting hanging in the restaurant lobby.

And that was another thing. Abi wasn't sure what her response to the painting should have been. She knew Doug's feelings on the matter, everyone in the restaurant knew Doug's feelings on the matter, but for herself, she was a tad confused. Alex had a beautiful wife (with limitless pockets and zero body fat which should surely have meant that he couldn't be that bothered about Abi. And, she supposed, it would have been odd if Alex had painted a picture of Doug naked so it only stood to reason that the painting would have been of her, she didn't dare to hope that it was because he held an interest for her and refused to let her mind wander to why he painted her half naked. 

However, when she was alone in the restaurant, just before closing, she let her mind wander that maybe he had painted the picture for her, and she imagined herself posing for him, draped in the white sheet, is brightness proving to be a stark contrast against her mahogany skin. She imagined herself letting the sheet drop from her shoulders, feeling the excitement of him watching her and listening as his breathing became laboured as he thought about her body under the sheet. 

She imagined herself getting excited and the sound of the stool scraping the marble floor as he made his way across to her, ripping the sheet from her and gathering her loose hair in a knot in his hands, thereby tipping her head back and exposing her long neck. She thought about how it would feel to have him kiss her gently, nipping at her neck and moaning in delight and then she would think about what would happen from there. Every time she had this thought, she would drive home very quickly, having to satisfy herself with her vibrator.

And so this was Abi's present state. She felt as though she was living in a state of limbo. She figured that until Doug told her that she could no longer physically work at the restaurant she wouldn't go. Her family were being a pain in the behind but she was glad that they were happy and content and as long as Alex stayed out of the restaurant and continued saying wonderful things about it, she thought she could kind of manage it.

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Doug winced as he walked away from the unanswered question that Abi posed to him. He still found it difficult to walk away from Abi but had hardened his heart to her. He couldn't bear it that she didn't want him. He always thought he had had a chance, but seeing the way that she looked at that Walker fellow made it blatantly obvious that he didn't even exist in her world . Fucking painting. Doug had to hand it to Alex for the way to a woman's heart. The painting was beautiful and had captured Abi perfectly. Her restrained sexiness and understated beauty. Her astonishing bone structure and lustrous hair all had been captured and magnified on a ten foot piece of canvas. 

To Doug though, it was more than that, it was Walker saying a grand "fuck you" to him by sending it there to the restaurant in front of all of these people but what could he do. If he refused to have the painting in the restaurant, everyone would know that it was because he had such a problem with it, so by accepting it, people wouldn't have anything to comment on. 

He had the waiting staff sworn to secrecy about what went on behind the doors of Elysium and everything seemed fine outside in. But he just couldn't look at Abi without either wanting to hit her or kiss her. As long as Alexander Walker stayed away from Elysium, Doug felt that he would be able to find himself in a place where he could tolerate the idea of not being with Abi. Figuring this was the only solution, he shook his head and made his way to the office, hoping to bury his head in the accounts.

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They got the message at the same time. Abi had been behind the bar, serving her regular customers and keeping an eye on the new waitress who had a penchant for mentioning stories about her dextrous tongue to the wealthy male guests, and Doug had been in the office, his head buried in his arms trying desperately to think of a way to rectify the current situation. Both had the same reaction.

"What?"

Luke looked calmly at Abi and said, "Mr Walker is in the lobby. He has requested a table but says he understands if you can't fit him in." Luke stopped waiting for instruction from his boss, but noting that she remained fixated on him, mouth ajar, he continued, "So I have put him in the corner booth, table 93 and had Sylvie get him a drink. I didn't do anything about his order as I thought that either you or Mr Sanders would want to do that."

Abi snapped out of the daze which had entranced her at the mention of his name. She felt a little sick and looking at her hands, noted that they were sweating. God she was an idiot, there she had been, wondering what it would be like to see him again, and then he appeared and she was behaving like a spoilt schoolgirl. She fixed her regard on Luke and composed herself noting that he was doing his best not to smirk at her discomfiture. "Thanks Luke, you did the best thing. I'll take a menu over to him now and maybe you could mention to Mr Sanders that Mr Walker is here?" Luke nodded and made to leave, stopping only when Abi said, "But maybe tell Mr Sanders in about 45 minutes?" Luke nodded again, walking away rapidly so his boss wouldn't see his grin, the ice maiden had a heart after all!

She passed a mirror on her way up to the table, everything was fine she told herself as she smoothed down her hair and checked her stockings for any ladders, he was just another customer, she told herself as she injected a little sway into her walk as she made her way to the table, I would do this for anyone, she promised herself as she licked her lips upon approaching him. 

He had seen her and was standing, she didn't remember him being quite so big, or his face being quite so handsome, why was it difficult to breathe all of a sudden, and for the love of God couldn't someone put on the air conditioning?

For Alex's part, he was delighted that it was Abi making her way to him. He had been aching to make his way to the restaurant ever since he had finished and sent the painting. His encounter with his ex wife had made it very clear to him that that part of his life was over and that he was willing to take a chance again with someone new. He didn't know what he wanted from Abi, only to get to know her and make her laugh and maybe kiss her every now and again. He didn't know what had come over him. It was almost as though the painting had painted itself, and now as she made her way to him, he saw that he had remembered everything about her, but to his mind he hadn't really done her justice. 

She was lovely and unconscious of it and as she walked towards him, her modest black dress draped lovingly over her curves with a hint of cleavage showing, it was all he could do not to kiss her there and then. 

I feel sick, Abi thought to herself. He really is lovely, but I have to remember to be professional.

"Mr Walker, I'm delighted you could make it to see us, we're ever so grateful for the all the wonderful reviews you have been giving us."

As she spoke, she gestured for him to sit down, holding out her hand, but instead of following her direction, he caught her hand and pulled her to him gently. He was delighted to hear the small gasp which escaped her lips confirming to him that he was on the right track. 

"Abi, can we get out of here, just you and me?" She pulled back and looked searchingly into his eyes, obviously she found something, because she nodded once and walked away, not letting go of his hand. 

She said not a word to any of the staff nor any of the customers waiting to be seated. She waved to Luke knowing that he would pick up the slack for her and that he wouldn't tell on her to Doug. For as long as she held Alex's hand, she felt that she could do anything.