The sight upon closing the door was a direct blow to his senses, an image designed to make the blood leave his brain and pump furiously toward his cock.
Lief felt his pulse accelerate instantly while his eyes roamed Jennifer's figure with hunger.
The nurse costume barely contained her body, the fabric struggling to cover her curves, revealing a deep and generous cleavage that rose and fell with each slow breath.
Her long legs wrapped in white fishnet stockings that clung to her thighs like a second skin, ending in red heels that accentuated the shape of her calves.
Lief walked slowly toward her, unable to look away from those blue eyes that shone like a predator.
"A correction?"
At his question, Jennifer stood up and extended her fingers toward him, gently brushing his exposed collarbone before slowly lowering them, tracing a line of fire over Lief's chest, although her blue gaze remained locked on his.
"Of course... And I fear the diagnosis is grave," she murmured licking her full lips with pity, "Patient with chronic work hyperactivity and an unforgivable delay in his appointment with pleasure."
Before Lief could answer or take the initiative, she placed both hands on his shoulders and, with surprising strength, pushed him down until he was sitting and then lying on the bed.
"Shhh, don't speak," whispered Jennifer, "Before proceeding with the treatment, I must ensure that my rebellious patient doesn't try to escape."
With a mischievous smile, she took out a pair of ropes from somewhere under the pillow.
Upon seeing them, Lief let himself go, docilely raising his hands toward the headboard.
Jennifer leaned over him to tie his wrists to the posts, making her breasts, compressed deliciously by the fabric, sway in front of Lief's face, offering him a privileged and torturous view of her skin.
"You stay here," she whispered upon finishing the knot, which wasn't very firm, "Now, let's talk about that anxiety that has kept you away from me. I'm going to need you to relax... a lot."
And she began to unbutton Lief's pajama shirt with an exasperating calm, sliding the fabric off his shoulders to leave his torso exposed.
"Let's see..." she said taking a pen and running the cold tip over his abdominals and pectorals, "The muscle tension is high, we need to evaluate the sensitivity."
And instead of using her hands, she lowered her head and her black hair fell like a silk curtain over Lief's chest, grazing his skin and giving him chills, while she used her wet lips to "grade" the firmness of his muscles.
She kissed his sternum, gently nibbled the area over his heart and licked the edge of his ribs, tasting his skin.
"D-do you miss me that much?" asked Lief when she sucked a sensitive spot near his navel.
Jennifer looked up, with her eyes clouded by lust and devotion.
"Every moment," she confessed, abandoning her character for a second to show the naked truth of her feelings, "Your scent is the only thing that calms me."
But quickly recovering her composure, she swung a leg over Lief to sit astride his hips.
"Ugh..."
The weight of her body was perfect, and Lief could feel the softness of her glutes and the warmth of her crotch pressing directly against his erection.
"I need to measure your heart's response to the presence of your Nurse," she said, returning to the game.
Resting her hands on Lief's chest to maintain balance, Jennifer began to move her hips in a slow, circular rotation, rubbing against him with a rhythmic cadence.
Feeling the need to free his hands, Lief observed how that tiny waist moved, how her breasts bounced gently with each thrust of her pelvis against his, and how her muscles tensed to maintain the rhythm.
As time passed, she began to moan, biting her lips as she controlled the friction, torturing him and torturing herself with the barrier of clothing that still separated them.
"Mmm..." she purred feeling how that hard cock throbbed under her buttocks, "It seems blood pressure is rising dangerously. This is good... but it's still not enough. We have to stimulate the pleasure centers to compensate for all the accumulated stress."
.....
The first ray of morning sun filtered through the blinds, drawing golden lines in Jennifer's bedroom.
But before the brightness of the light could bother her, Lief had already slipped out of bed.
Without making a sound, he simply leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, who was sleeping deeply with a silly expression.
He returned to his own room, changed his clothes and quickly said goodbye to his parents and seconds later, he was already in the garage.
He mounted his beloved motorcycle and with a roar that made the ground vibrate, Lief, like a swift shadow, undertook the long trip toward Washington state.
The wind whistled in his ears, powerful and free, and the landscape on both sides of the interstate receded at a high speed.
This feeling was simply freedom... a pleasure he hadn't felt for a long time.
He was not in a hurry to get to Forks and took advantage of this trip to make a journey at his whim.
Riding Fenrir during the day, absorbing the vast and changing landscapes that crossed the nation, and upon nightfall he looked for a motel to rest and enjoy the opportunity he rarely allowed himself.
Three days later, the trip had eroded the sense of urgency, replacing it with a deep calm.
Fenrir's tires were already rolling on the ground of New Jersey, and the sky on the horizon was beginning to be stained with the orange hues of the sunset.
Lief looked at the sign that indicated "Westfield Town."
"It will be here today…," He said slowing down while he prepared to look for a place to rest in that town that seemed promisingly peaceful.
He drove slowly through the streets that were darkening, looking for the lights of a suitable hotel and just upon passing an intersection, an excessively simple sales stand immediately attracted his attention.
It was constructed with several stacked wooden boxes, and on top there was a handwritten sign "Lemon Juice" and "Orange Juice."
Behind the stand sat two children.
The first was a girl about ten years old, dressed in a long, old-fashioned black dress, whose face was so pale that it almost completely lacked color.
She wore two long black braids that fell over her shoulders, and her expression was strangely indifferent, with an apathy improper of any child of her age shining in her black eyes.
At her side, sitting in a low chair, there was a boy who seemed a little older than her, perhaps eleven or twelve years old, noticeably plumper. He was also dressed in black and entertained himself poking the ground with a small stick.
No matter how you looked at it, this combination gave a sense of curiosity.
And Intrigued by that peculiar combination, he stopped Fenrir on the side, took out the key, took off his helmet in a single movement and walked toward them.
"Hello, children," he greeted, forcing onto his face what he considered his kindest smile.
The plump boy raised his head, his eyes scanned him with a total lack of interest before lowering his gaze back toward the ground, where he continued tracing circles in the dirt with his stick.
However, the girl did not flinch and with her gaze fixed forward simply asked:
"Are you going to buy or just breathe our air?"
Lief made a face at the warmth of the welcome.
It was clear that customer service was not the strength of these small entrepreneurs.
Ignoring the hostility, he pointed to the large glass jar that contained a yellow liquid.
"How much does a glass of lemonade cost?"
The girl finally raised her head and her eyes pierced Lief without perturbation, and without saying a word, she raised her index finger.
"One dollar?"
The girl shook her head.
"Ten dollars?" Lief arched an eyebrow, thinking that inflation in New Jersey was out of control.
But the girl shook her head again and maintaining her raised finger, she spat out monotonously:
"One hundred dollars."
!
Lief's eyes opened wide.
Thinking the road wind had played a trick on his ears, he scratched his ear.
"Excuse me, little one, I think the engine noise made me deaf. Could you repeat the price? For a second I thought I heard a hundred."
"One hundred dollars," she repeated, without the slightest trace of a joke in her voice, as serious as a death sentence. "Cash. We don't accept checks or credit."
"..."
Lief was left completely speechless.
This had to be a joke... It is a scam in broad daylight.
They make money faster than robbing a bank!
"Kid, what is this lemonade made of? Did you squeeze gold nuggets?"
On the girl's marble face there was finally a change, when a shadow of impatience crossed her features.
"No," she replied coldly. "The price reflects the urgency of the cause. A necessary fundraising for the rebirth of our family. We are the Addams, currently displaced and victims of a vulgar betrayal."
"A lawyer and a greedy creditor conspired to snatch our legacy. They sent an imposter to impersonate our dear Uncle Fester, missing for years, and through legal deceptions they stole the mansion, the cemetery and the properties that have belonged to our blood for generations."
"And now we are forced to mix with the filthy society, to live among normal, predictable and colorful humans. To survive, gather strength and finance the reconquest of what is ours, we have lowered ourselves to plebeian commerce... selling drinks made with the suffering and tears of those same mortals."
As he listened to the somber tale that he never asked for, Lief's expression went from doubt, to disbelief and finally to total understanding.
The black clothes, the pale skin, the funereal atmosphere, the story and finally the "Addams family."
Of course.
The girl was Wednesday Addams and the boy next to her must be Pugsley.
Lief crossed his arms, observing her with renewed interest.
"Your story is truly unique, I admit. But I still think that a hundred dollars for a glass of water with sugar and lemon is unreasonable, even to finance a family revenge."
"Then leave," cut in Wednesday, losing interest seeing that he didn't take out his wallet. "Don't hinder our business. You are blocking the view of potential customers."
But Lief didn't move and instead, smiled cunningly.
"Why the rush?" He raised a finger, imitating the gesture she had made before. "How about we make a deal?"
A dangerous glint shone in Wednesday's eyes upon hearing the word "deal."
Lief's smile became more mysterious, "You give me a glass of that lemonade for free and in exchange, I will not only pay you with information, but I will tell you the future. I will tell you exactly how to recover what your family lost as quickly as possible."
"Think about it carefully: in this deal, you gain a fortune and lose nothing more than a little water with lemon."
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