Sanji had dreamt of this since forever. And now while he was experiencing it in real life he wanted to make sure they both had as much pleasure as possible. He wasn't an experienced lover. Many women found him too insistent in his pursuits or maybe he had a bad habit of being too forward. Either case didn't change the situation as it was right now. He had a woman panting on his lip while his hands were occupied on her body; most notably he had one hand inside her dress caressing her breast. And what a lovely breast it was. If the fabric hadn't been in his way he would have liked to use his lips to get to know it better…

Nami moaned again as Sanji kept rubbing her nipple between his fingers and to repay him she started stroking the bulge in his pants. She felt it twitch beneath her touch and she intensified her effort. He was constricted by the pants' fabric but it didn't keep him from letting out a throaty groan by the touch. He was even sexier than she had dreamt of.

Dazed she knew she had to stop herself. She was so close to abandoning her plan and then all of this would have been for nothing. She forced herself away from him, standing up to collect the remaining shreds of her concentration. It took an iron will not to leap back into his arms, passionate kisses and all too skilled fingers.

The lack of contact almost made her whimper. She needed to refocus. Instead of being fixated on her own pleasure, that was not why she had brought him here, she reminded herself to dedicate herself to him. By concentrating on directly giving him pleasure she would herself gain indirect gratification by the act.

Sitting bare chested and panting Sanji had never felt so afraid of being rejected in his life. She had all of a sudden stopped their endeavour and he tried to figure out if he had done something wrong and if so what.

His thoughts were interrupted when he was pulled to stand up. With a hard kiss on his mouth he felt his pants being tugged down and when he looked he was met by a cheeky smile. Bewildered he let her do as she pleased.

It was hard to see her eyes through the mask from his angle, but the smile could make him do anything. She kept smiling at him as he stood dazed but slowly he noticed her hands around the elastic band on his boxers. She slid them down, carefully avoiding his erection, and just when he was about to ask her what she was doing, his mind went numb.

Nami had wrapped her mouth around him and from his rapid intake of air she deduced that she was doing it right. She let the tip of her tongue stroke him while he was in still her mouth and Sanji stumbled as a result.

Letting go with her mouth but keeping her hand around him gently caressing the length Nami looked up at him again. He had a desperate look to his face. Understanding that her actions were slowly driving Sanji mad, Nami relished in his expression. But she still wanted to be fair to him and allowing him to sit down would probably be a good idea.

She guided him to lie down on the couch and then crawled up placing herself on his legs. This way, she could still keep the control she had over him while also being able to see the effect of her exploits. He had his legs stretched out next to each other and she sat straddling them. She had only let go of him as he lied down but now she resumed her torture sliding her hand up and down while slowly twisting it a little. Nami forced away the prickling in her body that urged her to be with him. To slide off her panties and sit on him, riding him till they both came… It was only the remaining determination that stopped her from doing that. She couldn't and she wouldn't. It somehow felt unfair to him as he did not even know who she was.

Sanji's hands reached out for her but he could barely reach her shoulders so instead he settled for caressing her hair trying to do it as softly and gently as possible. He just had to touch her. This woman… What she did to him… Nothing could compare.

The warmth of her mouth and her breath made him lean slightly forward resting on one side and giving him more range with the other hand. He tried to slide his fingers through her hair, but she grasped his hand and stopped him. Instead she entangled her fingers with his able to rub her thumb in his palm.

Squirming Sanji closed his eyes when she let go with her hand and instead moved her head further down swallowing more of him.

He wasn't far away. His stamina was long gone and he had no chance against her tongue's manoeuvres. He had started breathing faster and a little sob came from him surprising himself but pleasing her. He saw how the corners of her mouth twitched almost to a smirk and her eyes also gave her away.

She increased the speed making Sanji fall back onto the couch biting on his hand to smother the sounds that emerged from him. There could be people outside or close by and he didn't want to alert them to what they were up to in here. He could not have anyone stop her right now.

Moving a little Nami placed herself so she almost sat upright allowing her hands better access to his body. One took a hold of him again and her mouth shifted focus to only the tip as the hand helped keep the quickened rhythm as she went up and down. The other hand started stroking his chest but although it felt great it had nothing on the next move she did.

Sliding from the chest down to his hips she continued to suck making Sanji so close, and then her hand cupped his pouch and his brain switched off as he came. His arms pushed down at the seat as his muscles tensed and he barely managed to force his hips down as she sucked and swallowed. Sanji thought he heard a cry of pleasure but couldn't recall the sound leaving his throat.

Nami switched to gently licking him along the whole length as the last of the orgasm stirred through his body. She felt the tremor beneath her hands and she saw his face was almost contorted as he in vain had tried to hold back any noise.

Nami had never been more aroused in her life. And now she had to leave him. She had to meet her deadline and be ready to meet the others at midnight making it seem like she had been downstairs partying the whole time. And definitely not up here with Sanji doing… things…

Sanji gradually sat up, he had a foggy glint in his eyes but as he tried to reach for her she had to move backwards and off the couch. She sent him a big genuine smile.

"Thank you for saving me." then she backed further towards the door, sending him a last smile before she unlocked it and left him behind.

His expression when he realised she was going almost broke her heart, but she reassured herself, as she walked down the hallway, that it was for the best for everybody. She had thanked him and now she could return to the ship without the debt hanging above her head. As for Sanji… Well he had just gotten a blow job from a beautiful and mysterious woman. That couldn't be bad right? Wasn't that most men's dream at one point?

She reached the hideout for her other outfit and quickly changed. The black dress was off, the same with the golden wig and matching shoes and instead she pulled on the blue dress she had bought. This one had a halter neck, flowy skirt, in short a completely different kind of dress than the other, it also left her arms bare showing her tattoo which the other dress' sleeves had covered. She was sad to leave the black one in the trash, but she had to make it disappear otherwise changing would have been for nothing. It took a moment to fix her hair as it had been dishevelled from being hidden, but she didn't put it up so it was much faster than it had been with the wig.

When she was done she quickly left the room after ensuring that no trace was left of her. She hurried downstairs to meet the rest of her crewmates.

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Sitting for a long time, abandoned back in the room Sanji felt utterly heartbroken. He had thought… Well, he hadn't had much time with his brain at its normal capability but he had unconsciously expected that they would… well, not that she would leave him. He tried to wrap his mind around her behaviour. She had seduced him, giving him so much pleasure but then left before he could do or say anything. She had thanked him, but rather he would have wanted it the other way around. He was very thankful for her kisses and touches but not for being left behind.

Standing up he pulled his boxers and pants back on. Everything had felt so amazing but now that had become overshadowed. Why would she do that? Why would she do something like this in such a manner?

Sanji completely lost track of time while thinking about this but while he was buttoning his shirt fireworks started shooting outside and he knew then that it was midnight and time to drop the mask he was still wearing. He had paid it no attention during the whole affair. It hadn't been in the way at so he had almost forgotten about it but now he ripped it off throwing it down on the floor. He knew it wouldn't help him to sit and linger in this room. He put on the rest of his clothes leaving to go meet the others, leaving the room behind him where he had both felt blissful and miserable.

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And we are still not done… (^-^)