I settled into an overstuffed armchair by the window and pulled out my tablet to read until it was time to get ready in a couple of hours.
By the time evening rolled around, I was dying to get into that dress. When I slipped it on, it fit me like a glove. "This is what I was born to wear," I muttered to myself in the mirror, pleased at what I was seeing.
I touched up my makeup that had been expertly applied at the salon and then slipped into the heels to complete the look. I looked every bit of my role. There was something about a designer dress like this that gave one an air of confidence. It was like a transformation. No wonder all those women in the magazines walked around with such fire in their steps. I finally understood it.
I emerged from my room and descended the stairs. I hadn’t seen Alec all day. As I was coming down, he appeared at the bottom of the steps. He said nothing, but his gaze was loud. I lifted my eyes to meet his as he drank in the sight of me. The way he surveyed me with such appreciation made my heart race. Those dark eyes of his travelled up and down my body, a small smile of approval on his lips.
"You look perfect," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist gently as he received me at the bottom of the steps.
He looked at me like I was his prized possession, then leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, just lightly, but enough to make my knees weak. When he pulled away, I could taste him on my lower lip. I could still smell the faintness of his aftershave lingering in my nose.
"I wish I could promise that you'll have a great time, but these affairs can be a little dry and boring."
"It's okay," I smiled. "I'm having fun just wearing this dress," I giggled.
"It looks like it was made for you," he said, standing back and looking at me like that once again. "Stunning. Let's go, shall we?" he offered me his arm and I took it. We stepped out the front entrance, where a limousine was waiting.
Alec poured me a glass of excellent quality champagne as the limo pulled away. We travelled a short distance, but to a part of town just outside the city, where I had never been before. Of course, I had never been here, I thought, looking out the window at the upscale surroundings. The only people who came here were people like Alec Slade, and his woman of the hour. Who was now me.
We stopped in front of a condo building with palms and beautiful fountains.
"We're here," Alec announced.
A knot formed in my stomach. No more playing around now, this was the moment of truth. Suddenly, I started doubting that I could even pull this off. These people were going to smell the middle-class blood coming off of me.
The driver opened our door, and Alec stepped out first, then offered me his hand to follow him. I took it, looking up into his smiling face as he helped me out of the car. He looked immensely pleased.
When the fresh air hit my face, I was a little rejuvenated. Alec put his arm around my waist again, looking at me like I was his, and leaning in to whisper in my ear. "There are photographers to your left. Just turn your head over your shoulder and smile, gorgeous."
I peeked over my shoulder, putting on my most winning smile, just in time to see a flash. "Perfect," he whispered, giving my side a squeeze.
My, how I enjoyed his hands on me. "Let's go inside, Myra. There are lots of people for you to meet."
The elevator went up and up, until we were let out into an immaculate penthouse suite. My heels clicked against the marble floor, and waiters with trays of cocktails and appetizers milled about. Everyone looked posh and inherently unfriendly. I clung to Alec's arm as he led me around. I felt like some sort of a prized cat, being paraded around solely for the purpose of being seen and nothing else.
"There's my brother Marcus," Alec whispered to me, nodding with his head. "Let's go meet him."
Marcus looked up just then, noticing his younger brother. "Alec, so good to see you here. I wasn't sure you'd make it. Then again, cocktails are being served, so I guess it's not too much of a stretch to find you here."
Alec laughed. "You've always been the funny one, haven’t you? Marcus, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Myra Edwards."
Marcus' eyes fell on me and he took my hand gently, stealing a confused look to Alec before doing so, then his eyes darted back to me. "I had no idea Alec was seeing anyone. I am pleased to meet you, Myra."
"You as well," I said, proud of myself for actually speaking. Marcus was handsome as well, but didn't have the same appeal that Alec had. His older brother had a more serious face, a calm demeanor.
He then turned his back on us and walked away without another word. Alec then led me over to another group, where all the guests appeared to be laughing. When we got closer, the sound they were making was more of an imitation of actual laughter that would come after one of them told what I guessed was supposed to be a charming story.
Alec and I joined them. When there was a break in the conversation, Alec introduced me and I put on my most charming smile. The women in the group merely looked to me then away, as if I were of no concern at all. Men just gave Alec confused looks and nodded to me a quick greeting before closing their circle again, ignoring me as if I were a fly on the wall.
This was some party. These people weren't exactly welcoming.
Alec could sense my unease and led me away. "You look beautiful," he said in my ear, his lips brushing my hair as he did so. He then kissed my cheek, as someone else walked by. I assumed it was an important someone that he wanted to be seen by.
An older man approached Alec from behind. His face was stone cold and he looked like he hadn't smiled in years.
"Father," Alec said, turning and noticing him, as if he felt the man’s presence before he had seen his father with his own eyes.
The man said nothing.
"I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Myra Edwards."
I turned up the charm and smiled, offering my hand politely. The old man ignored me completely, throwing me a glance that told me he had no interest in my existence whatsoever.
"Alec, you expect me to believe this. Please," he sniffed.
"Believe what?" Alec countered.
"That you have a girlfriend and it is this woman. I see the definition of girlfriend has become skewed in your mind."
"I'll have you know that we've been dating for over a month now." Alec said, putting his arm around me.
I nodded in agreement, but his father, of course, ignored it. Instead, he huffed, looking at Alec. "Well, let’s see how long you can keep company with this commoner. I thought you were getting serious, Alec. Instead, you feed me lies."
The old man finally turned to me. "I don't know how much he paid you to be here, but I hope it was enough. If it wasn't, I'll see to it that you get your check, honey. Don’t go to the media. I'll take care of it."
He stalked off at the pace of a snail, but despite his frailty I wanted to trip the old geezer. Thank goodness this was a fake relationship because I could never live like this in reality.
8
Alec
Myra looked hotter than she’d looked even on our date, and that was saying a lot. From the second I saw her coming down those stairs, I had to fight to keep my cock in a tamed state, but I didn’t know how long that was going to last. When she stepped into my arms wearing that slinky dress and looking at me with those smoky eyes, I forgot that this was just an arrangement for show. But I didn't care if it was real or not. I was going to play this for all it was worth.
The party was another typical gathering of stuffed shirts and old money, and I could tell Myra was a bit out of her element. Each time I introduced her to someone new though, she came through and flashed that radiant smile of hers. Luckily, there were plenty of photographers swarming around, which gave me the perfect excuse to have her in my arms and close to me the entire night. I kissed her repeatedly, each time our bond growing a little more real.
By the time she had consumed a couple glasses of champagne, and I went in for a kiss, she was opening those pretty lips to me. I slipped my tongue into her m
outh for a quick taste of her sweetness and couldn’t help but want to taste the rest of her.
I'd be damned if she wasn't putting on a great show, though. She melted right into my embrace each time, and seemed like she was made to be next to me. The way she fit up against me as we posed for photos made me wonder how well we would fit together as a real couple.
"Would you mind if we took a little break?" She suddenly asked. She looked a little worn out from the socializing.
"Of course," I said. "Let's just find someplace quiet to sit for a little while. You've been great, by the way."
"Thanks," she said. "I just don't know how well I really get along with this crowd."
"You're not the only one," I said. "I never have gotten along with them, the only problem is, I'm kind of stuck."
She laughed. "Oh you poor thing," she teased. "Stuck going to parties and stuffing yourself full of caviar."
"Hey it's harder than you think," I grinned, tickling her side and making her giggle again. The way she was moving was making me hard and I adjusted myself discreetly.
We had wandered away from the party, down a hallway toward the private rooms of the penthouse. The door to what looked like a guest room was slightly ajar. I peeked in. There was a bed and antique furniture and the east wall was all windows overlooking the bay.
"Let's go rest in here," I said, pulling Myra in along with me.
"Isn't this someone's bedroom or something?"
I shrugged. "It's a guest room. It's ours now."
She rolled her eyes, but followed me in, clearly desperate to get away from the people out there, even if only for a minute.
"Do you always just do whatever you want or are there some times when you actually abide my social standards?" She chastised me.
"I'm not doing what I want right now."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh? What is it you want to do that you are restraining yourself from?" She had a seductive tone to her voice that I knew I wasn't imagining.
I pulled her hand over to the bed and urged her to sit down next to me on the edge of it. She came along, but at the last minute before she sat, I pulled her in so that she would land in my lap. Myra didn't resist.
When her ass was pressed against the tops of my thighs and she was sitting, I said, rubbing her bare back, "I'd like to be kissing you, but I'm not."
I continued tracing slow circles between her bare shoulder blades with the tips of my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it.
"Well aren't you just a saint?" she retorted, smiling down into my face.
I smiled too. "Actually yes. It's pretty damn hard not to. I have more self-control than you'd think. You don't make it easy on me."
"Who said you have to restrain yourself?" she whispered. "It doesn't have to be so hard after all." She held eye contact with me, our faces drawing closer together. I moved my other hand to her thigh and began rubbing slowly back and forth on top of the fabric. She looked down at my hand but didn't move except to wiggle her ass against me a bit, causing my cock to become impossibly hard. There was no way she couldn't feel me.
"Are you giving me permission to do what I want then?" I whispered. "Because if you say yes, then those lips are mine."
She nodded her head yes, staring down into my face with a look of need.
My hand that was on her back slid up to the nape of her neck and I guided her head toward mine, letting my fingers entangle in her hair. Her soft plump lips landed on mine and I massaged them with my own lips, slowly and gently at first. She nestled against me, her sweet breath exchanging with my own as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. She tasted so yummy, like a mix of champagne and another taste that was distinctly her own. Just delicious.
The way she kissed was different from the other girls that I had had in my bed, and there had been a lot to compare her to. There was an innocent way in which she moved that drove me crazy. She was calm, demure, and I loved the way she leaned into me, the way she leaned her small frame against the warmth of my body and placed her hands around my neck, clinging to me as she sat on my lap and kissed me so sweetly.
I was ready to devour her. This was a kiss where time seemed to stop and everything else in the world was suspended. For a fake girlfriend, this felt more real than anything else I had ever experienced. I moved my hands over her back, toying with the fabric that came down and covered her ass, letting my hand dip just slightly inside and causing her to wiggle. I let my other hand caress her thigh, on top of her dress at first, until I felt her spread her legs just a little and shove her tongue deeper into my mouth, letting out a little whimper. I took her enthusiasm as an invitation to keep doing what I was doing, and I wanted to feel her silky skin on my palm so badly.
I gathered the soft fabric so that her thigh was exposed, then slid my hand under her dress. She grinded her ass against my hard cock beneath her, causing me to growl into her mouth. She wasn't playing cute anymore. She was a horny, a needy little thing writhing around on my lap now and I was ready to give her what she needed.
I could feel the heat coming from between her legs as the humidity of her sex moistened the parts under her dress where I was touching. I let my fingers inch ever closer to the V where her legs came together, letting her spread herself for me. When I was dangerously close, she scooted toward my fingers, pushing her soft pussy against my hand for a moment.
I had to have her. I had to taste her. I had to make her moan. I had to make her come. I was in a frenzy for her pussy. She slid her lips down and began sucking on my neck as I fingered her through her panties. "I want to taste you, Myra," I growled into her ear. "I want to lick you right here." I pinched her pussy lips between my fingers, causing another sexy little squeal. "Is that okay with you?"
"Mmmhmm," was her reply. "Oh please yes."
That was all the encouragement I needed to slide her off of my lap and onto the bed next to me. She laid on her back and I pushed her dress up all the way, revealing her taut body underneath. The fabric pooled just below her breasts, letting her flat cute tummy be the star of the show. Her pussy was covered with a tiny triangle of sheer blue fabric that matched her dress.
I could see the dark line of her slit through the fabric, and the fact that she was clean shaven. I was salivating at the sight of her. I kissed her just above her panty line, then made a trail up her stomach, sliding my hands over her breasts and giving them a squeeze before I landed on her lips once more. I sucked her tongue before I kissed my way back down again the same way I had arrived.
When I got to her panties, I breathed on her skin for a moment, letting the heat build. She squirmed before hooking my thumbs into the strings that wrapped over her hips and pulled the fabric down around her ankles. She lifted her hips slightly to allow me to remove the pesky fabric that stood between my tongue and her juicy pussy. I stared at her succulent flesh, watching it glisten, noticing the way her swollen clit peeked out between her pink wet inner lips.
Her scent was intoxicating and I closed my eyes for a moment and inhaled. She rested one hand on the back of my head, and squeezed the comforter with the other as I dipped my head down and licked the length of her pretty slit.
She gasped and gave her another tentative lick before I zeroed in on her most sensitive spot, assaulting her swollen clit with my lips and tongue. I sucked, nibbled and touched her to my heart’s desire. Her legs spread wide and her hips were taught as she pushed herself toward my mouth, her salvation, the only thing she needed in that moment.
I slowed down again, enjoying torturing her. Tiny little mews escaped her throat as I licked her gently, then picked up the strength again. One of her hands clutched at her breast, her eyes closed and mouth opened in a suspended state of ecstasy.
I slid a finger into her sopping wet hole and curled it upward, massaging her magic spot inside as I sucked her clit into my mouth again. A lower moan came from deep within her belly, getting higher pitched as it rose and escaped through her parted lips. Her back arched and her
legs stiffened as she came against my mouth and hands. She let out a series of tiny little noises as the waves of pleasure washed through her and I admired my handiwork.
I rolled next to her, my cock threatening to rip through my pants, which she noticed when her eyes opened. No sooner had she stopped shaking from the orgasm that she shimmied out of the rest of her dress, letting her glorious tits bounce out for my viewing. I reached out and squeezed her left breast, the ripe firmness perfect in my hand. Myra was hotter than anyone I had ever seen, from head to toe. Her hands pawed at my belt until she got in unfastened, and before I knew it, she had pulled out my cock and was caressing it up and down in her soft hand while I played with her nipples.
She ran her soft palm over my sensitive head, using my own leaking arousal as all the lubrication that was needed to get a perfect grip. She squeezed me just right, moving her hand up and down my shaft, then massaging my head, at just the right speed. She'd speed up, then slow down, watching me get tortured the same way I had done her.
I looked down and watched her beautiful tits bounce as she worked me with her hands with a small smile on her face that was partially covered by her messy hair.
She dipped her hand between my legs, cupping my balls as she squeezed my head. It was all I could take before I came, my seed spurting from me like a fountain and landing all over her tits. She worked me until I was empty.
She laid back on the bed, and so did I, both of us spent. I picked up her panties from the floor and used them to mop what I could of my sticky cum from her tits, then refastened my pants and walked to the balcony.
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