Chapter 1

 Kirk stood in front of the full-length mirror, studying his aged face and frail physique. His wispy, grey hair only seemed to make him look even older. Today was the day he would introduce himself to Kate, the young, beautiful model. Kirk had managed to find her scheduled appointment for a photo shoot in a nearby hotel.

In the morning, he drove to the luxurious hotel in the city centre. The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling streets as he walked confidently towards the lobby. Upon entering, he felt the gentle hum of the place – elegant, yet understated – exactly what he imagined Kate deserved. He made his way toward the elevator, excitement brewing inside him.

As he stepped into the spacious elevator, he felt the calming atmosphere of the place seep into his soul, he thought, knowing that Kate would feel right at home here too. He waited in the lobby for Kate to arrive, and he kept the device in his pocket, prepped for use on Kate.

He smiled to himself; he had spent weeks planning this moment. Finally, he saw her approach, looking stunning in her high heels and little black dress. Her radiant smile illuminated the room as she passed him towards the lifts.

Kirk followed closely behind, his heart thumping against his chest. As the lift door opened, he could hear the faint echo of jazz music playing in the background as he stepped beside her and stood slightly behind her.

He noticed her eyes quickly scanning the area before coming to rest on him. "Floor?" she asked with a friendly smile. 

As Kate turned back around to press the buttons, Kirk turned off his hearing aid and then pressed the button on his device.

He didn't know how long it would take for it to affect her, but he knew when it did. In the midst of pressing the floor number, her gaze shifted subtly, turning a bit glassy. Kirk smirked as he felt the power surge through him. Now, he had full control over her emotions. Kate turned to him.

Although Kirk couldn't hear his own voice, he began giving Kate instructions as quickly as he could before the device's power wore off on Kate.

"Can you hear me, Kate?" he asked.

Kate nodded.

"You will believe every and all instructions I give you," Kirk told her.

Kate nodded again.

"The very next time you see me, you will fall in love with me." Kirk’s voice was raspy. "You will think I'm the sexiest, most handsome man you have ever seen; no other man is anywhere near my level"

Kirk felt the device vibrate, signalling he had seconds left.

"Kate, you will act normal, but your new feelings and attractions will be 100% real." The device changed from a constant vibration to an intermittent one.

"Turn around and remember my instructions in your subconscious," Kirk said as Kate turned back to the doors. The device stopped vibrating and he let it go.

Kirk turned on his hearing aid again and prayed it had worked.

Kate looked ahead, Kirk watched her fantastic figure, he didn't quite realise she would be so much taller than him.

Kirk could not take it a second longer. "Did you press ninth for me, dear?"

Kate turned around, she visibly swayed when her eyes took Kirk in.

She shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the dizziness she suddenly felt.

"Yes...nine," She replied, barely above a whisper.

"Thank you," Kirk said.

"You are welcome," she said as she turned back around, Kate’s heart pounded. She felt her cheeks blush. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

With his wise, old face and frail body, he seemed fragile yet intriguing. The feeling was surreal. How could she suddenly have such intense feelings for someone she just met? She couldn't shake the sensation that he was different, special somehow.

Kirk smiled; he knew his device had done its job well. Kate had to turn back around. Even though she tried not to, she had to see him again. Kirk smiled, and Kate nervously turned back around. His smile was incredible, she thought.

Kate glanced at the buttons as they illuminated what floor they were passing; hers was next.

Kate decided to make conversation. She turned seductively. "I'm Kate, by the way," 

"Pleased to meet you, Kate," Kirk replied. 

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the luxurious interior of the floor. 

Kate stepped out of the elevator, and then back inside.

"So, should I just call you Mr Ninth or will you tell me your name," Kate asked, shamelessly flirting.

Kirk smiled as he said, "You may call me Kirk."

Kate continued, "Well, that's better than Mr. Ninth," she deliberately teased him.

The door closed, and the elevator began to rise to the ninth.

"Have you not missed your floor?" Kirk asked.

Kate blushed slightly, noticing how her attraction to him grew stronger with each passing moment. "No, I won't miss my floor, thanks."

Kirk smiled at her joke, knowing that his plan was working perfectly. As the elevator reached the ninth floor, Kirk led Kate out into the hallway. Kirk felt increasingly confident in his ability to win her over completely.

"So, let's cut to the chase, Kirk. What room is yours?" Even Kate was surprised by her forwardness.

It wasn't like her to be so brazen, but something about Kirk compelled her to push boundaries. As the elevator arrived at the ninth floor, she couldn't wait to explore the depths of her newfound desire.

"Well, if we are being honest, I don't have a room in the hotel. I just saw an opportunity to get you up in the lift," Kirk told her as the lift doors shut, and the elevator descended. He was standing in the hallway and peering up at her.

Kate was taken aback by his unexpected admission, but, then, she remembered the strange sensation she felt earlier, the attraction she could not explain. It might be interesting to explore these unfamiliar feelings.

"You did? And just when I was thinking was getting you UP in the lift," Kate said as she stepped towards him. She craned her neck down, slightly, in the middle of the hallway, and kissed the old man.

"Oh, you can get me up anytime you want to, sweetheart," Kirk responded, his voice low and seductive. Kate couldn't help but smile at his response, her hands running over his shoulders.

Kirk moved his hand gently up Kate's leg, stopping just short of her skirt. His fingers teased her as his breath ghosted across her ear. "Why don't we head back to my place?" he suggested.

Kate nodded, more than ready to explore the growing connection between them.

She followed Kirk back to his car, her high heels clicking on the pavement as they walked side by side. The surrounding air buzzed with electricity, and neither could resist the undeniable chemistry pulling them closer.

Once inside the car, Kirk drove them towards his house. As they rode in silence, Kate could hardly contain her anticipation, wondering what awaited her in Kirk's home. Her curiosity was heightened by the unusual intensity of their connection.

When they finally pulled up outside Kirk's house, Kate hesitated before exiting the car. She couldn't shake the sense that there was something odd about this situation, but her fascination with Kirk overrode any lingering doubts. With a deep breath, she exited the vehicle and followed Kirk toward his front door.

An almost imperceptible flutter in her stomach accompanied her footsteps. Despite her uncertainty, her curiosity propelled her forward. Upon entering Kirk's house, Kate found herself surrounded by clutter, the house smelt off, and it could have been a lot cleaner. Despite the disarray, Kate couldn't deny the growing thrill of exploring this intimate space with Kirk. The dim lighting and the mood music added to the atmosphere.

As they reached the living room, Kirk gestured for Kate to sit on the couch. His eyes held a captivating intensity, drawing her deeper into his world. With a flicker of uncertainty, Kate sat down on the couch, allowing herself to succumb to the pull of this magnetic stranger.

Kirk approached her slowly, his movements graceful despite his age.

He bent down to remove his shoes, exposing his feet - rough, calloused, yet surprisingly gentle. This only further fueled Kate's fascination with him.

Her body trembled with anticipation as Kirk reached out to take her hand. They stood close, their bodies brushing against each other ever so gently. Their hearts raced, and their breaths were heavy. Neither spoke, but their eyes conveyed a language all their own.

Finally, they found themselves entwined in a passionate embrace.

"Did you phone to cancel the modelling gig?" Kirk asked, breaking their kiss before kissing her neck.

Kate paused for a moment to think. "No, how did you know I had a shoot?" she murmured. Her words were honey-soaked, dripping with desire. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, deepening the kissing on her neck, she gasped as he gently bit her neck.

"I know lots about you, sweetheart," Kirk told her.

"You are a beautiful model who needs some release." He pressed his mouth onto hers, thrusting his tongue past her lips. The two kissed deeply and passionately, their hands roaming across each other's bodies.

Kate eagerly allowed Kirk to guide her back onto the sofa, her legs parting invitingly beneath her. Their kisses became more intense, their tongues battling for dominance. The warmth of Kirk's touch sent shivers down her spine. Kate's hands ran down his chest, exploring the lines of his muscles and scars.

In a feverish rush, she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, tossing it aside. Kirk's chest was covered in thin, silvery hair, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. His nipples were small and erect, hardened from desire.

Kate trailed her fingers down his torso, taking note of the lines and indentations created by years of life experience. Her touch was tender yet purposeful, a dance of passion and curiosity.

Her fingers played with the delicate hairs on his chest, tracing patterns along his skin, leaving behind tantalizing paths of pleasure. Kirk reached under her skirt, his fingers curling around her panties and pulling them down. Kate lifted and wriggled them down and off one leg; Kirk smiled as he saw them dangle from her ankle.

Their gazes locked, and Kate found herself unable to look away. There was an intensity in Kirk's eyes that she had never encountered before. Her fingers reached for his zipper, and she took out his hard cock.

Gripping it firmly, she stroked it gently with her soft palm, moving up and down, watching his reaction. His face was contorted with raw emotion, his jaw clenched tightly. Kate felt a rush of power as she saw the effect she had on him.

With a deft movement, she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her hands around his hardness. Taking it in her moist warmth, she began to rock her hips in time with his steady rhythm.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the love and lust reflected within them. She increased the pace of her motion, feeling her desires grow more urgent. Kirk matched her intensity, his hands gripping her waist firmly. Their mutual need for satisfaction fuelled the fire between them.

Their lovemaking intensified as Kate took control, expertly guiding them through the various positions they both craved. Kirk's expertise in satisfying her was evident, and Kate revelled in the ecstasy he brought forth.

"Fucking a model is better than I thought it would be," he confessed as she rode him.

"I thought I was fucking you," she said with a smile.

"You are sweetheart, you are, every inch of you," Kirk replied, his voice rough with desire.

"Let's turn over now," Kate suggested, wanting to experience Kirk differently.

"Yes, that sounds good," Kirk agreed, his voice thick with desire.

Kate rolled onto her back, arching her body to invite Kirk nearer. Kirk climbed onto the sofa with her, positioning himself between her legs. He slowly lowered his head towards her, his lips gently brushing against hers, teasing her with his mouth. As he travelled down her body, his hands skimmed her sides, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

Kate moaned softly, her hips gyrating to meet his advances. She reached for his erection, feeling her wetness on him, stroking it lovingly with her soft hands. Kirk groaned, his eyes darkening with desire before he pushed inside her again.

Kate let out a cry of pure bliss, her body arching to meet his thrusts. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, creating a rhythmic dance of passion. As their pace quickened, Kate threw her head back, allowing her long hair to spread over the arm of the sofa. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked with Kirk's, conveying a mixture of lust and vulnerability.

She felt her body begin to quiver, the sensations building up within her, threatening to erupt. She gripped his hair tightly, pulling his face towards hers. As their lips met, their passion ignited even more. Kirk’s hands gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Their bodies moved in unison, their fervour intensifying. Kirk knew exactly how to please her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arched as her hands pulled his face into hers. As she began to convulse in orgasm, she screamed into his open mouth, just as Kirk loosened his seed inside her.

Her body continued to quake in ecstasy, releasing wave after wave of pleasure. It seemed like an eternity, but finally, their mutual release subsided.

Kate laid her head on Kirk's chest, her heart still racing as her body gradually calmed down. She snuggled closer to him, revelling in the comforting warmth of his embrace. Their post-coital cuddle provided a sense of closeness and connection that went beyond mere physical intimacy.

"That was amazing," she whispered, her breath still heavy.

"Thank you." She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, her body relaxing into his.

Kirk smiled gently, his hands stroking her hair soothingly. "You're welcome, sweetheart. You're incredibly responsive."

"It must be your magic touch," Kate teased, her voice soft and warm.

"Maybe a little bit," he laughed, his tone affectionate.

 "But seriously, we should consider making our arrangement official. Your talent is extraordinary, and I don't want anyone else benefiting from it," Kate said with a smile.

"I understand, sweetheart," Kirk said gently. "And, perhaps, when you're ready, you could visit me here again? We can continue to enjoy each other's company."

"How can I visit you when I haven't left," Kate countered.

"Well, I think you should go do that shoot. I like the idea of you being a model," Kirk said.

"You do?"

"Yip."

Kirk stood and Kate began to sort herself.

"Could I pop over after?" Kate asked nervously.

"Absolutely."