Play Like Heaven’s Watching


Emerich was always such a dutiful butler. It was what he lived for. Cara was the most famous pop star in four of the seven continents. The other three considered her songs ‘contraband’ and banned any mention of her. She sat at her vanity dresser, bored, restless. She was out of meds and avoiding refilling the script. Instead, she was tracing the line of her vein with her eyeliner pencil, just making dark wiggly lines down her pale arm.“Ma’am…?” His voice; was calm, and professional, and also held a note of concern.She let the pencil lazily drop onto the vanity countertop. “Yeah?”“It has been six hours you’ve been awake. Do you not desire a meal?”“Food is stupid.”“Yes, ma’am. But it is, unfortunately, necessary for wellness”“What if I don’t want to be well, Emerich…”“Why would you not want to be well, ma’am?”“What is the point? I have everything and I am still cripplingly unhappy and unsatisfied.”“I beg to differ, ma’am.”“What?”“Forgive my boldness, ma’am, I do not believe you have everything. It is very clear why you are unhappy and unsatisfied at this moment.”“And why is that?”“You have yet to have a meal today.” It almost sounded humorous and that slight edge disarmed her mood for a fraction of a second before resuming again.“Not just now. I have other moments, Emerich. I’m always just… pretending until I’m alone and then the despair hits me like a freight train.”“Despair does that, ma’am”She looked up at him then. His eyes were not looking at her. He never did. He kept his gaze always bowed, looking down in deference. His dark hair was pulled back from his smooth olive skin exposing long, lop, brown, rabbit ears, almost the same dark brown as his tied-back hair. He was wearing a simple white long-sleeve shirt, black waistcoat, and black pants with shoes polished and shiny, hands clasped behind his back. She rose and went to him. “Are you a frequent bedfellow of despair as well, Emerich?”He felt his fear spike as the motion of his throat moved slowly and he licked his lips. “I am unsure how to answer that, Ma’am.”“Speak freely, Emerich, and look at me when you answer. I’m not gonna fire you for a wrong answer.”Then, for the first time in the decade, he’d worked for the Pop Culture Icon known as Cara – he gave her his eyes. They were the same height, but only just. She was maybe shorter on her bare feet, but in her heels, they would have been on level height, giving the illusion that they were of equal station. But at this moment, her feet were bare and she was looking up at him as his eyes held hers.“I enjoy my service to you. That is not in question. I do what I can to ensure your safety and to tend to your needs and wants. You need but ask and it is done. You know this. I see how much you hide and it pains me to see such anguish, knowing that you need only ask me for anything and I would move the world behind the moon if its shade offered you peace or happiness. Even for a moment. But you never ask so I never do. And so yes, it makes me feel despair.”His voice was clear and confident in a way that could be commanding if he wanted it to be. Cara stared at his face a moment longer before exhaling roughly, tears glistening in her eyes. His eyes went wide as if his blood was suddenly swapped Bolu Escort with pure anxiety as he remembered his station and hers. “Were my words too –”She placed a finger on his lips. “Shh, there was nothing wrong with those words, Emerich. Sweet, dutiful Emerich…” She moved the hand from his lips to caress the side of his face. He swallowed his eyes following the movement of her hand now. He kept his breathing level with a discipline of self-control to never overtly let on how affected he was.“I’ve taken you for granted in some way haven’t I ?”His eyes snapped to hers again, fighting the urge to lower them reflexively.“No ma’am. You have not.”“Haven’t I?”“You have not.”“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because of your station?”Emerich’s lashes fluttered and he exhaled more audibly because her thumb was rubbing softly against his ear and it was… distracting.“You told me I could speak freely. This is honesty, ma’am. I do not feel taken for granted. You are not required to turn to me for everything. I’m just a servant. I know my place and its limitations.”“Honesty. Hmm, that is what I like about you, Emerich. Tell me this then, you watch me bring stranger after stranger here to fuck, anyway I please, month after month, night after night sometimes. Do you ever have time to do that, yourself?”“No, ma’am.”“What if I gave you leave, like a vacation? Ordered you to have a good fuck, relax, unbutton your collar a bit, and let your hair down. Would you do it?”“Ma’am, that is very considerate but I do not require it.”“Why not?”“If you give me a vacation, I will not spend it the way you suggest, so I would decline, however generously offered.”“But why?”“If I were to fuck someone, it would not be so high-risk as bedding a stranger.”“Oh. Well, what about someone you know? Like an ex?”“There is no such person.”“None?”His lashes fluttered and he paused before answering. “No such person I want to contact in that way again.”“Oh, you’re that type of person. No midnight drunk dials. Once you are done, you’re done. Is that what you are saying?”“You could phrase it thusly if it pleases you to do so, ma’am.”Cara smirked, something bold rising up in her that she’d probably regret, but she had to ask or it wouldn’t shut up in her head. “Would you ever fuck… me, Emerich?”He was startled by the question and he made a sound that was like aborted laughter turned into a clearing of his throat.“That would probably not be suitable for someone under your employ, ma’am”“Mm, I bet you have a nice body. Someone should enjoy it. Please, at least tell me you tend to yourself on a regular basis?”Emerich nodded slowly as he gave a slight smile that was like a chink in the ever-present formal mask. That slight smile held this swaggering, masculine weight behind it. It was suggestive and hinted at the carnal in a very otherworldly way – like a kind of twisted admonishment reflecting back at her for even asking such a thing about him.“Yes, ma’am, I do. I’m flattered by your concern.”“Someone has to think of your needs, as much as you think of others’, namely mine, I don’t want you to think I am blind to you more than needed.”She let her hand fall away from his face and fought the impulse to smell her palm, Bolu Escort Bayan to inhale what his scent was like.“I think I will take that meal now.”“Of course, ma’am. What shall I have the cook make for you?”He switched into his professional mode so easily, like breathing, that it… made Cara’s cunt clench tight with wanting. That smile… did she hallucinate that? There was more to him and she wanted, needed to see what else there was to him beyond his loyalty, service, and watchfulness.She wanted to see him when he wasn’t so formal. She felt like she’d opened a door to something and she couldn’t just close that door without seeing what was there.Realizing he needed an answer she blinked out of her reverie.“Something small for now, like a few grilled cheese sandwiches and some tomato soup. Gotta use those tomatoes, if they get any bigger they’ll be watermelons.”“Of course ma’am, right away. Will there be anything else?”Cara waved dismissively and turned away from him, “No. Just fetch me when the food is ready, I want to eat in the dining hall today. I need to get out of this room. The new scenery will help me write the new album for the tour planned in six months…”“Of course, ma’am.” Emerich bowed slightly and turned on a heel to leave her be. Once down the hall he pressed his back to a wall and his hand went up to caress the place on his cheek where she’d caressed. Closing his eyes tight a moment as his other hand pressed on his lower abdomen, he took a few deep breaths, then continued to make his way to the kitchens.The cook was a particularly jovial hologram with four arms and a very large ass that wiggled in her apron to some music blasting from the speaker node in the wall and she sang along off-key as she danced, played air guitar, and cleaned. There were only two of them for the house staff. It was a large house, but given her fortune, it was expected she had a large house, even if she was only in roughly four of the fourteen rooms whenever she was home and not on tour, or away for some media promotion event.Among the company of another servant, Emerich let his propriety mask fall away. “Haven’t you listened to that song enough?” He greeted her as he went over to lean against the counter, smirking at her, amused. She folded two arms across her chest and blinked as she was programmed to do and the music stopped.“Never enough of Hendrix,  I will wail “All Along the Watchtower”  always. You should know that by now, angel boy. How long have we been working together and you still ain’t got that in yer noggin yet??” She lightly tapped on his forehead and chortled as she sashayed to put the broom away, her abundant ass jiggling behind her.“What does her highness want me to make for her? Maybe a feast so I can put my trained skills to good use, or must I continue to just pour milk in a giant bowl of Cheerios?”“Grilled cheese and tomato soup”“Oh! WELL THEN. Finally, I can use the stove the way it needs to be used. If only I could find someone worthy to heat me up too, you get what I mean, angel boy?”She then laughed boisterously and turned on the industrial gas stove one-handed. Then she went to get the bread, turned to the fridge-terrarium to get the cheese and butter out, Escort Bolu and then turned to the connected terrarium, her finger digitally shifted to laser cut the fat tomato off the vine.“Look at this sucker, if she had waited any longer it would have started an uprising! Those poor other tomatoes are gone all non-euclidean. What was the name of that bioengineer you bought those seeds from, angel boy, you oughta have a word with them.”Emerich went over to look at the other tomatoes, all warped and oddly shaped, not round at all. Bioengineering was essential now with the state of the world, but there was a learning curve for those new to it. Being in a bioengineered host vessel, he should know more than most. Most bioengineered accidents led to the rise of a sub-species of beings known as Kemonomimi. The rich and famous sought after them for servant work and so did governments for military missions to keep the Human species safe and comfortable. Even the designer humans, like Cara. Her genes were specifically selected to make her the best at music and the most beautiful. Her parents wanted her to have a successful life by any means necessary. There were of course those that protested the biopunk revolution and sneered at bioengineers and designer geneticists, saying if they tampered too much with the Grand Design it would only bring trouble.As the butler looked at the bizarre mutated produce, he was wondering if this was what those protestors meant. If such things happened in human designer offspring, it would be considered somehow less than human. If deformed too much, they’d be outright disposed of, deemed unworthy of life altogether.He plucked one of the tomatoes and ran a hand over its ripe skin. Brought it to his nose before taking a bite. The sweet, seedy juice and pulp of the tomato burst into his mouth like a bright explosion of robust flavor. “They taste fine. They may look a bit aberrant, but the taste is still a pure tomato.”“Fancy some tea while we wait for the soup to soup. What is she up to anyway? She… always gets a little, you know, between shows. Doesn’t do sitting still very well. Is she alright?”Emerich’s brow rose and he bobbled his head in a kind of shrug and sighed, “I am not sure how to answer that.”“Oh? Go on then, what happened?”Stumbling for words, he took another bite of the tomato and crossed the kitchen to grab a napkin to dab his mouth. “I suspect she may be lonelier than usual.”“What do you mean?” Cook asked, having turned to work on the grilled cheese. Emerich finished the tomato and wiped his hands and mouth again on the napkin before tossing it in the bin. The cook reached one of her arms to the above cabinet to get a plate for the grilled cheese while another kept stirring the soup with a wooden spoon. “Go on then, angel boy, don’t leave me hanging!” She gasped then and half-turned toward him. “She didn’t! Did she fuck you?!”Emerich did that head bobble shrug again. “Not quite… but she asked me about it. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t expect such a question.”“Of course, you didn’t! Well, when you do fuck her, I want to hear every detail. Lord knows she’d never turn a lustful eye at me! I can barely leave the kitchen, while you have free reign about the house. Body like hers, I’d have her moaning my name for days on end. You have to shag her, angel boy, at least for the sake of my poor neglected nethers. I’ve read my pulp stories to dust! Bless my pixels, I’ve got four hands and I still can’t get enough!”

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