Chapter 33 - Permission To Be Dirty (1/2)

Cage was jetlagged beyond belief when he reached home. Ideally, he should have stayed awake and waited for night to go to sleep, but he just couldn't control himself and went off to dreamland.

Today was the opening day for Under the Stars and he was tense as it was. His dreams were plagued by horrors of becoming an unknown actor once again and struggling to make ends meet. When he woke up, it was around twelve at night and for the life of him, he couldn't go back to sleep. He switched on the television in the living room and went to the shopping channels to relieve him of boredom.

He was watching a particular advertisement on the television which reminded him of the game and he sprinted to his room to bring out his laptop. Now that he had a couple of months of free time from shooting, he could play the game and level up as much as he wanted. He logged into the game and went straight to his messages to see if Rinten had left a comment.

Katherine, he mumbled in his mind and smiled. The name still struck a chord in his heart.

And there it was. She never disappointed. A big ass message from her. He prepared himself for the onslaught of sweet words and dived right in.

[Rinten: I hope you have reached home safely. I don't know what you thought of before you went to bed, but you certainly painted a riveting image of our time together.]

'I'm glad I could be of service, ma'am,' he thought mischievously.

[To be fair, I do practice yoga and often practice alone. I will bring you along next time so that you can enjoy me showing some wicked moves.]

He groaned as he read the words. He hadn't thought that she would reciprocate his fantasies by supplying him with new images that would haunt him late at night when he was in bed alone.

[Things you can't imagine.]

He could imagine. He had a vivid imagination that despite not knowing her face had painted a beautiful image of her perky tits and ass twisting into various positions he hadn't thought were possible.

[And being touched by a woman? Sorry, my preferences completely lay in muscular men who know what they should do to the body of a woman.]

For the first time, he felt thankful for the hours he spent at the gym with his trainer, slaving away for the eight pack abs he had been sporting for god knows how long. He seemed to only get roles were he needed to show off his assets and he was fine as long as it paid the bills okay. But this time, he was actually glad that he was a muscular hunk who could accompany her in her endeavours.

[I don't want a womanly touch, I want it hard and fast.]