My financial advisor, Lauren, dragged me to an art show in some unmarked Brooklyn warehouse. It was one of those places that’s supposed to be a secret, but somehow always ends up overcrowded. She’d been telling me for months that the markets were unstable and it was the right time to have some money invested in tangible assets. That made sense, but I still wasn’t sure why I had to be there. It’s not like I knew anything about art.

“Just buy whatever you think is good,” I told her. “I don’t care what it is. I trust you.”

“You’re taking the fun out of it, Daniel. Come with, and find something you like.”

“A grimy warehouse full of Williamsburg hipsters isn’t my idea of fun.”

“It won’t be grimy.” There was no pushback about the hipsters, but she won out in the end.

Lauren led me around to a few paintings when we got there. They’d been highlighted in the preview catalogue, promoted as ‘ones to watch’ by some expert or another.

I couldn’t tell you a thing about them, because once I spotted Katja, I lost interest in everything else.

I figured she was an artist. She certainly looked like one. Between her subtly messy hair and the way her makeup brought out her best features, it was obvious she had an eye for composition. She even found a way to make a fall sweater look sexy, pulling the neck wide over one shoulder and tying it at the bottom to expose her midriff.

She walked the room in a very particular way, with an expression on her face that suggested she was looking for something or someone but hadn’t found it yet.

For the first hour we were there, I kept spotting her, always on her own. I didn’t see her talk to anyone, not even the bartender. When she grabbed a drink, she pointed at what she wanted, then slid a $20 across the bar without saying a word. Just a small nod and a smile as a thank you.

“See anything you like?” Lauren asked.

“I do.”

“I meant the artwork. Not the brunette.”

“I’m more interested in the brunette.”

“Daniel…”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t.”

“I would. But that’s besides the point.”

“Then I have to get to her before you do.”

“You’re lucky I know some people here,” Lauren said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Go. Do your thing.”

“I knew you’d understand.” She always does.

It didn’t take me long to find her. She was walking across the exhibit floor, moving with a kind of intention that suggested she knew exactly where she was going, not wandering like earlier. She weaved her way through the crowd until she stood before one of the few paintings that didn’t have a gathering around it.

Most of the other paintings were loud, trying too hard to get noticed. This one was different. The colors were more muted, and it was oddly shaped – about seven feet tall, but only 4 wide. It somehow complemented her. When she stood in front of it, it framed her like a backdrop.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked.

She turned to me and smiled, then shifted back to the painting.

“Everything else in here is too bright; they’re all competing for attention.”

That was met with another smile, one that seemed more polite than anything else. I stood beside her for a few seconds, waiting to see if she would say something. She didn’t, and I couldn’t believe that I was striking out this hard. She shot me down without even saying a word.

“Well, enjoy the rest of the evening,” I said, humbling myself and turning to walk back to Lauren.

“Konačno si skupio hrabrost da dođeš razgovarati sa mnom. Trebalo ti je dovoljno dugo,“ she said, touching my arm.

“Sorry?”

“Cijelu noć me jebeš pogledom. Brinula sam se da ćeš se prepasti i odustati.”

“You don’t speak English?”

She shook her head no.

“But you understand?”

“Little,” she said, holding up her thumb and index finger an inch apart like she was measuring something small.

“My name is Daniel.”

“Katja,” she replied, extending her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Katja.”

“Yes. Daniel.”

“Where are you from?”

“Zagreb.”

I knew that was somewhere in Europe, but I wasn’t sure where.

“Croatia,” she said, answering a question I hadn’t yet asked.

“I’m from Connecticut, Bridgeport, but I live in New York now.”

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head like she wasn’t sure, then pointed to a section of the painting.

“Pogledaj ovdje,” she said. “Gdje se zelena susreće sa smeđom. Umjetnik je dodao liniju krem boje, kao neku vrstu obrnutog sjena, da se prijelaz bolje stopi. To je stara tehnika za tako modernu sliku.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but there’s an interesting color blend there, isn’t there?”

Katja said a few more things, and with no hope of understanding, I got lost watching her lips move. Even if she was speaking English, I’m not sure how much of it would have registered. I was locked onto her lips, thinking about how much I wanted to kiss her.

I was so distracted I didn’t even notice her reach into her handbag and pull out a pack of Marlboros until she held them out to me.

“Pušite?”

“You want to step out for a smoke?” I asked, miming holding a cigarette.

Katja linked her pinky finger with mine, gave it a slight tug, and started walking. “Hajde.”

She led me out of the main room, out into the hallway Lauren and I had come through, and down a long industrial corridor.

"Ti si upravo ono što sam tražio cijelu noć. Nemaš pojma koliko si sretan."

I wish I knew what she was saying. All I could tell was that it didn’t sound like a question, and there was something new in her smile and the way she kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Kad bi samo znao, kurac bi ti se sada ukrutio.“

On the left side near the end of the hall, there was a metal door.

“Otvori ga,” she said, holding her hand up, and swiveling it like it was a door opening and closing.

It was a bit stuck, but when I yanked hard on the handle, the door opened to a long, poorly lit staircase that went up further than I could see.

Katja didn’t wait. She stepped through the entrance and began making her way up the stairs. I followed, watching the sway of her hips, imagining what she had on under her jeans.

At the top of the stairs, there was another metal door with a push-bar across the front. Katja turned and backed into it. That one opened without resistance.

We were on top of the warehouse now. It was warmer than I expected it would be for a fall night. Katja walked over to a half-wall that surrounded the perimeter of the roof. She looked down over the edge and pulled a cigarette from the pack. She slipped it between her lips, then held one out for me. I didn’t smoke, but I wasn’t about to say no.

“Obično ljudi puše nakon što se jebu. Ja volim popušiti jednu prije.“

She lit her smoke and handed me the lighter. The two of us leaned against the wall and looked across the river to Manhattan.

“Over there,” I said. “The East Village. That’s where I live.”

She smiled again, nodding her head, and let out a puff of smoke.

“Pitam se čime se baviš. Vjerojatno si bankar,“ she said. “Nadam se da se ne jebeš kao jedan od njih.“

Whatever she said made her laugh, and it felt natural to join her.

“Pretpostavljam da postoji samo jedan način da se to sazna.“

Halfway through her cigarette, Katja flicked it over the side of the building. She put her hand on the back of my neck, raised herself onto her toes, and leaned up to kiss me. She wasn’t soft or romantic about it. She shoved her tongue in my mouth before I had time to think about it.

My hand went to her hip, but she quickly moved it, firmly putting it on her ass.

“Budi muškarac,” she said between kisses, then ran her hand down to my crotch and began rubbing my cock. “Mmmm... to će biti sasvim u redu.”

Katja crouched down in front of me and undid my belt. She didn’t just pull my pants down, she took them all the way off.

“Pušit ću ti kurac. Nemoj svršiti. Samo te pripremam da me pojebeš.”

When my cock came out, it went right into her mouth. There was no teasing or buildup, just her tongue under the head, then her lips closed around it.

I put one hand on top of her head, and the other on the wall to brace myself. The way she took it went right to my legs, and I had to keep my balance. She worked her way up and down the length of my cock, sucking it like she wanted it more than I did.

Just when I thought I wasn’t going to last much longer, Katja stood up and turned her back to me. She leaned against the half-wall, popped the button of her jeans, and lowered the zipper.

“Povuci ih dolje,” she said, without even looking back at me.

I grabbed the sides of her pants and tugged them down to her ankles. Katja leaned further forward, arching her back, presenting her ass to me. It was too inviting. I gave it a swat.

She let out a little yelp, but smiled back at me over her shoulder.

“To je to. Tretiraj me kao drolju. Skvasit ću se.”

I pulled her panties to the side and pushed my cock up against her. I felt the heat from her pussy before I even got inside.

“Jebi me,“ she said, gripping the edge of the wall.

I took her by the hips and pulled her to me as I pushed my cock into her. She was already so wet that I slid all the way in until my thighs were pressed against her ass.

“To je to. Jebi me.“

Everything happened so fast. I’d been thinking about Katja all night, and without knowing anything about her, I somehow ended up on the roof with my cock buried deep inside of her. This wasn’t how my Tuesday nights usually went, and I was going to make the most of it.

I almost felt sorry for how hard I fucked her, but no matter how hard I went, she kept pushing back on me like she wanted more.

“Ne stani. Ne usuđuj se stati,“ she screamed. “Ne još. Ne još. Više. Daj mi još kite.“

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. I wanted to see her face while I was fucking her.

“Definitivno se ne jebeš kao bankar.“

Katja untied the knot in her sweater and pulled it up, freeing her arm from one of the sleeves. Then she yanked at her bra, exposing her tits to the night air.

I was still pounding myself into her when she took one of my hands and moved it up to her breast.

“Štipaj mi bradavicu dok me jebeš. Moram svršiti.”

She was moaning uncontrollably now. Even with me still holding her hair, her head was thrashing around, pushing herself back into me as hard as I was driving myself into her.

“Jebi me. To je to. Natjeraj me da svršim.” She smacked her hand against the wall. “Natjeraj me da svršim.“

In a sudden moment, Katja froze up, her movement almost stopped, and I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock. She let out a series of low moans as her legs trembled and nearly buckled.

I was about to cum when she pulled herself away from me, spun around, and got down on her knees in front of me.

“Svrši mi na lice,“ she said, then sat there looking up at me with wide eyes and an open mouth, waiting for it.

I stroked myself a few times. That's all it took. I aimed for her mouth, but I shot streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. Katja recoiled in surprise, then took my cock between her lips and sucked the last of it out of me.

“Holy fuck.” It was all I could manage.

Katja wiped at her cheek with the back of her hand. It looked like she was about to smile, then noticed she had cum in her hair.

“Pokušavaš li me natjerati da napravim sramotni hod sa spermom u kosi?”

I laughed a little, still catching my breath. “Yeah. I still don’t know what you’re saying, but that was a great fuck.”

She reached for my pants that were still on the ground beside me. She held them up like she was going to hand them to me, then tossed them over the side of the building.

“Možeš imati svoju vlastitu šetnju srama.“

I was stunned. Katja smiled and blew me a kiss as she walked back to the staircase, leaving me there, pantless and on my own.

“What the fuck just happened?“

I pulled my phone out of my coat pocket and called Lauren.

“Hey, where are you? Where'd you go?“

“Listen, I need you to do me a favor.“

“Where are you?“

“I'm on the roof, just listen.“

“The roof?“

“Listen, I need you to get my pants“

“Daniel, what the fuck just happened?“

“Honestly, I have no idea.“