“After you,” he says in a polite way, to which Kathy obliges, carefully walking up the steps, as he closes the door behind him, following her towards the level above. Eyeing her behind, as she pauses just before the level, gripping the railing with her free hand, whilst in her left is the glass of whiskey, in a coy way she leans forward looking around, as Anderson is still eyeing her behind, he then lifts up her skirt with his right hand to the crevasse between her thighs, placing his index finger onto where her vagina sits within the gusset of her knickers.
“Oh,” she replies, slightly moving her hips from right to left.
“I might fall,” he says
Kathy slightly turns around. “You might.”
“Keep going, turn left at the top of the stairs.”
She continues walking up the stairs, stopping on the mezzanine level, as Anderson follows behind, feeling his penis becoming erect.
Looking around she sees boxes of food supplies, napkins and kitchen utensils. Joining her on the level, he points to another door at the far left side of the level, brushing pass Kathy, smiling as she arches her back, subtly pushing out her behind, as he slides his waist against her backside and opens the door. Revealing a storeroom with a narrow made up bed, and various other restaurant amenities.
“Have a look at this...” Anderson says, as she walks towards a large framed image covered in bubble-wrap leaning against the opposite wall. He reaches down and removes the wrapping. Holding it up, he shows Kathy the image of Twenty Five reddish black screen printed images of a nuclear explosion, she is mesmerized by the image. Eyeing the different shades of each image, its ominous style, with some of the explosions faded to black more than others. Sitting down on the bed, she begins to take off her heels, as Anderson gently places the framed image against the wall. “...Andy Warhol's Nuclear explosion prints, Nineteen Sixty Eight.” He looks down at Kathy as she stands, unfastening her belt and pushing down her mid length skirt, he begins to remove his shoes, then his pants. Kathy, now in her underwear, begins to unbutton her blouse, still looking at the framed print. “Andy Warhol! I really like this print.” Removing her blouse now standing with only her lace bra and knickers, she drops her blouse onto her crumbled skirt onto the floor below her feet. Andrew, now standing only with his underwear, points at the image. “Bought it an auction last week, might hang it behind the bar somewhere, maybe…” He also eyes it the macabre images of duplicated nuclear explosions, turning and looking at Kathy who has taken off her bra, and sliding out of her nickers, he looks at her mound of pubic hair and breasts, noting that she has no tan lines. “...But, we’ll see. Back porch finished?”
With both hands she cups her breasts together, pulling them close, as he removes his underwear as semi-erect penis hangs down, to which Kathy immediately eyes it, she then look at him with a lustful gleam.
“Yes, last week, and have since tested it out for sun baking.” She lies back into the narrow bed, with her legs open, Andrew positions himself above her, his fully erect cock swaying from side to side.

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Reading: "Etelke, I of the Conjurer" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025).

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