"Mr Riley Ocumen told me good things about you. He would like to meet up with you to talk about an opportunity he has in mind..."

Anders had involuntarily smirked at how Mr Ocumen Sr had referred to his son, merely putting a slight emphasis on the first name. Nice modesty there. Anders didn't have a reason to suspect nepotism was at play really, or at least from what little he knew about Ocumen junior, he seemed fairly competent. And it wasn't unusual for the children of small business owners to get hired by their parents, so as to find their footing in the trade. So why should it be different at a slightly higher level?

And on Friday evening of that week, Anders was mindlessly driving through the quiet, unknown and very posh suburb, listening to some radio, partly to not feel like he was in uncharted territory, and partly to actively prevent himself from overthinking about the events that had led up to this. It was an oddly vague offer and oddly presented, and he had accepted it as he had used himself to do, without losing himself trying to imagine all the possible consequences, knowing that this mostly leads to lost opportunities. Always, the unexpected happens.

At the end of the street, he arrived at a gate that matched the address he had been given; beyond the medium high walls, he could see a large estate in border to the absolute nothingness of the Outback. A servant asked him what his business was, and once he gave his name, let him in and gave him instructions on where to go.

There he was, marching along the huge, silent and dark mansion, glancing at the luxurious, oddly inhabited structure like a confused thief; it had felt like hours when finally he was presented with a huge, well-kept garden bathed in moonlight; under the streetlights, then the shadows of the mansion walls, he had not realized how bright it was. And there he was, almost dazzled. And there in the middle of the field, by a glimmering swimming pool, he saw a figure.

"Hi there. I see you made it."

Anders stood where he was, a bit taken aback. He was still thinking in business meeting terms and didn't expect to catch the guy in a swimsuit.
"Hello, I'm here about a business opportunity your d... Mr Ocumen senior told me about..."

"Oh, we have all night for that. Don't you want to cool off in the pool beforehand?"

Struck again. He was getting slightly upset, kicking himself for getting caught off guard like that. Kicking himself some more for feeling more and more awkward.

"I, uh, sir; I don't have..."
A loud, clear laughter interrupts him.
"Sir?? call me Riley please, you fool."
"A... Riley. I don't have my swim trunks."

"Heehee... Really? you come to a mansion for a night, and you don't bring your swim trunks?"
He stood there paralyzed. He felt himself blush, too confused to realize the moonlight was probably hiding it. His confusion was probably very much visible regardless. The boss's son kept wriggling his tail.
"Well it's not a problem, ever heard of skinny dipping?"
"Uhh... it's, uh... I don't know."

"You're impossible!" Riley chuckled. "All work and no fun. That's why you're here. I thought we could do something a bit different, and I could show you how." He kept staring at his guest, his tail moving in a gracious way around his legs. It was obvious he was enjoying his confusion. "Come on, take those off..."

The nonchalance of his tone helped, for sure; although at this point Anders was not sure whether he was agreeing, per se, or obeying. He removed his clothes but stopped at his underwear.

"Better", Riley states with a smirk. As he now slowly walks towards the pool, seeing his host's smile widen as he did so, he almost felt peace.

Riley squealed as he lept right in the middle of the pool. His head emerged shortly afterward, eyes and wet hair glittering under the moonlight.
"Are you coming?"

And at the same time he thought he had figured out what sort of creature Riley was, and what he was doing. Maybe that's why he was so calm now, he'd figured it out and everything made sense again. Riley was a Netun, and if he did walk to the ladder, and got into the water, joining him in his element, he would be his to toy with. Just by talking to him, he had gotten him where he wanted him... and more, wanting to feel the touch of the water demon... wanting to be his to toy with.

"Are you coming?" the Netun repeated with slightly more insistence, his head like a crocodile's in a swamp, fangs out as he smiled, their sparkling multiplied by the circles of waves widening and dying all around him. Almost without noticing, Anders had grabbed the ladder and his toes were touching the water. The shock that went through his body at the cold, liquid contact was not much of a wake up call. Almost instantly, he feels the pool getting warmer.

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Took long, and I'm not entirely convinced about it, but I wanted to break an art block