by Grace Risata
“Let me consider my options,” I stated while rubbing my temple. I felt a killer headache coming on and I was desperate to relieve the mountain of stress piling up as the weight of the world fell onto my shoulders. “We don’t have enough people on our side to go off half-cocked and fire everyone based on rumors and hearsay. There’s strength in numbers and I just don’t have the amount of soldiers that this situation requires. I’m going to shower and try to clear my head.”
While heading to the spacious adjoining private bathroom in my office, I looked forward to relieving some built-up tension. There was nothing that a nice hot shower wouldn’t fix. Especially when I intended on bringing a friend with me…
Chapter Four
I felt the stress slowly slip away as the hot jets of water ran down my body. Yes, my life was rapidly going to shit, but there were still a few little things left to bring me joy. Namely, my new orange blossom bodywash and a certain special battery operated device that I tucked into my gym bag for just such an occasion.
This would be a shower with benefits, if I had anything to say about it. For some reason, I’d always been a fan of baths and showers. Nothing relaxed me like taking a nice long soak in my penthouse jetted tub, or letting the four different rainforest nozzles spray me in every direction after a good workout. True, I spared no expense equipping this bathroom with the best technology money could buy, but it was worth every penny. No way in hell would I be satisfied to stand in a cheap tub surround. My current shower was a walk-in paradise complete with a lava rock floor, tiled wall on one side, and glass blocks on the other. I don’t do shower curtains or stall doors. I live a life of luxury.
Grabbing the shower gel and inhaling deeply, I squeezed a generous amount into my hand. Not wanting to waste precious time, my focus remained on the neck area, shoulders, and ample bosom. Slathering on the sweet smelling soap and making sure to work it into a lather, I massaged my breasts and paid extra attention to the nipples. Throwing in a pinch and a twist for good measure, it was easy to get aroused while pretending Samuel’s hands were doing the dirty work instead of my own.
Leaning up against the cool tile wall of the shower, I let my hand slide down my stomach and wander straight to the area between my legs. It throbbed for my attention, so I masterfully played with my clit before sticking in one finger and then two. After the lackluster performance of Antonio last night, and leaving the club frustrated with no orgasm at all, I was primed and ready to finish what never really got started.
With one hand teasing my breasts, alternating from the left to the right and back again, I started to get rough and squeezed the nipples. Closing my eyes and concentrating on the image of Samuel taking them in his mouth, I moaned with arousal.
Forcing myself to pull out of one incredibly wet and eager pussy, I reached for my magic bullet and smiled as the real fun began. Let me tell you, this was by far the best purchase I’ve ever made in my life. Not only is it waterproof for safe shower playtime, it has ten different speeds to satisfy the most finicky of customers.
Returning one hand to stimulate my breasts, I steadied myself against the wall while sliding the vibrator into place. I figured I’d start with a medium level and build my way up to the ‘mind-blowing’ setting.
The steady hum of my favorite toy relaxed me the way Pavlov’s dogs reacted to the dinner bell whistle. I knew an intense orgasm was imminent, so I decided to shake things up and experiment a little bit. Instead of just standing there and gradually letting the vibrator do its job, I thrust it in and out like it was Samuel’s cock finally taking all I had to give.
“YES!” I moaned loudly as I felt the first of hopefully many orgasms being cajoled from my pussy. Not happy with the status quo, I dared stick a finger between my ass cheeks and began to play in back while the magic bullet worked its magic up front.
“FUCK! OH, FUCK!” I shouted savagely as a powerful release coursed through my whole body and set me on fire. Ragged gasps passed over my lips as I grunted in pleasure, finally finding the satisfaction I longed for so desperately.
“What the hell?” Samuel bellowed as he stormed into my private bathroom and stumbled upon me in the shower. Due to the fact that there was no curtain to block his view, my bodyguard received quite a show. Instead of averting his gaze in embarrassment, the man licked his lips and slowly trailed lust-filled eyes up and down my glistening body.
Once he recovered from the shock, a slew of mumbled excuses poured out.
“I heard yelling and thought you were in danger. You were loud. I came to help.”
I smirked in amusement as I took in the way he adjusted his posture to hide the prominent erection threatening to burst out of his tailored trousers. Ever the tease, I was not about to let this newfound opportunity go to waste.
“I could use your help,” I responded politely holding up my pink vibrator. “I appear to be out of batteries and wouldn’t mind a substitution.”
Samuel’s expression instantly turned into a scowl and he chastised me.
“You really shouldn’t scream like that unless you need me. It’s like the boy who cried wolf. One of these days I’m not going to come.”
“But I do need you, Samuel, and I can guarantee you will come. Just give it a try,” I purred while running a hand down my breast and other areas further south.
“I think there are currently more important things that need to be dealt with, Leandra.”
“There’s nothing more important to me than you.” I looked him straight in the eye with all the sincerely I could muster. It was true. With him by my side, all the other problems would handle themselves. I needed him to know this.
Unwilling to reply, he simply turned and walked away, leaving me alone with a plastic sex toy that was not a suitable replacement for the man I’d never be able to have.
Maybe I should finally give up on him and open myself to the idea of meeting someone new at Angie’s party tonight. At least I knew it would be an enjoyable distraction to dress up and show the world I was still a force to be reckoned with…
Chapter Five
Samuel
I looked at my watch and began a mental countdown timer. Since Leandra was busy rummaging around in the enormous closet of her Soho penthouse, I figured it was safe to go on a quick break and handle some unfinished business. It would probably take her ten to fifteen minutes just to pick out a pair of shoes. God forbid she might arrive at the party without the perfect outfit. Women. Nothing but trouble.
Slipping into her bedroom unnoticed, I made a beeline to the en-suite bathroom.
Where the fuck did she keep her stupid face cream? Ah, yes. Top drawer on the left. I might have felt guilty for wasting hundred dollar an ounce French toiletries, had it not been for the fact that I knew damn well she ordered them by the case.
Not giving the slightest fuck whether or not she noticed the giant gob removed from the jar, I began to rub it all over my cock. Taking Leandra’s expensive perfume and giving a quick spritz down below, I was finally ready to complete the mission.
Was this act of self-pleasure extremely lame and made me feel like a creep? Fuck yes. Did I have an alternative? Hell no.
Using face cream as lube, because God knows Vaseline won’t work since it doesn’t smell like her, I quickly stroked my cock while masturbating to the image of Leandra’s naked body in the shower.
While roughly gliding my hand back and forth across a rock hard erection, I pictured the drops of water running down her breasts while she pleasured herself with the vibrator. Yeah, it should have been me inside her instead of that cheap Chinese dildo, but it’s not like I had a choice.
Deeply inhaling the scent of her perfume while I milked my cock like a madman, I fantasized about how the shower scene might have gone a different way. Maybe I would have marched over to her and taken what should have been mine. I would have thrown that toy across the room, shoved the spoiled brat against the wall spread eagle in the same position that I found her last night, and fu
cked my boss the way she needs it.
My dick momentarily deflated when that Italian asshole’s face interrupted my fantasy. I don’t think Leandra knew how long I watched her in the club, or realized the amount of blind fury that consumed me as it became obvious what was about to happen. I was there for the entire interaction…from the time she guided his hand someplace it didn’t belong, until the very end when I made sure the rotten bastard got what he deserved. Maybe I shouldn’t have let things go that far, but I wanted to see if she’d follow through with it or end up changing her mind. I’ll never know how the situation might have played out if he’d been better equipped down below. Let’s just say that the expression on her face was more ‘disappointed’ than ‘awestruck.’
The thing that pissed me off the most was that it never had to happen in the first place. I should have been the one with my hands all over her. Not him.
Was I jealous? Fuck yes. Could I fault the lady for letting someone else attempt to get her off when I refused to do it myself? No. I had no right. Leandra made it perfectly clear that I could have her any day of the week. It wasn’t fair to expect such a stunning woman to wait around forever while I constantly denied what we both desperately craved.
Her. I needed her.
Shoving all thoughts out of my head except for the vision of my boss’s face as she smirked at me while running a hand down her body, I pumped away at my cock.
Leandra’s full breasts begging for me to take them in my mouth and taste her.
Pump, Stroke, Harder, Faster.
Leandra parting her thighs while I knelt on the cold shower floor and shoved my tongue into her neatly trimmed pussy.
Stroke, Stroke, Tighter, Harder, Faster. So close. Almost there.
Leandra screaming my name as I finally sank my cock into her tight cunt and showed her what she’s been missing all this time.
Exploding all over the wadded up tissue in my other hand and forcing myself not to make a sound, I finished the job and flushed the evidence down the toilet.
Yes, I just jacked off in my boss’s private bathroom while using girlie perfume and face cream, pretending it was her hand on my cock instead of mine.
Shameful? Probably.
But it was better than allowing myself to give in and fuck her, end up quitting or getting fired when she got tired of me and moved on to someone new, and then being unemployed and out of options in New York City.
Reminding myself of the reason I so desperately needed the kind of money unable to be made at any other type of job, I washed my hands and got back to work.
“Why the hell were you in my bathroom?” Leandra asked with surprise as I stepped into her enormous master bedroom.
“I came up here to see what was taking so long and to find out if you were finally ready to leave. The closet light was on, so I took a minute to use the restroom. I didn’t know it was illegal to take a piss on company time,” I responded, extremely grateful I snuck a spank break when I did. After taking one look at her outfit, I knew I would have suffered all night long with a raging hard-on and no outlet for it.
Further adding to my torture, Leandra spun around and showcased her figure in a barely-there gold mini-dress. Tan, toned legs seemingly went on forever, a scrumptious ass called out to be squeezed, and a pair of heavenly breasts begged for my attention.
“I’m ready,” she purred seductively.
I went over every single option in my head, frantically trying to come up with a way to fuck her without it resulting in disaster, and drew a blank. Looks like it’s another night ending in a case of blue balls.
“Don’t bitch at me when you get cold. I’m not giving you my jacket,” I snapped at her, putting up as many emotional walls as I could find. Solid brick walls. No, make that impenetrable concrete. Yeah. Whatever works.
“One doesn’t waste so much effort on a body like this without dressing it in a way to fully show off my assets, Samuel,” she advised, licking her lips and taking a minute to check me out in return. “That suit might be my new favorite. It clings to your muscles in all the right places.”
I remember the days when I lived in jeans and t-shirts. Now I ran around in thousand dollar suits tailored to fit me like a second skin. Don’t get me started on the shoes and the watch. Anything she tried to buy me always got pawned for quick cash, but some things had to be kept.
“Are you ready to go? We have a lot of stops to make tonight. I assume you want to start with your brother’s place and then hit Angela’s party. Am I missing anything?” I asked, knowing full well I was not. In order to make myself invaluable and keep this job, I put in the legwork to stay on top of things. I was worth every penny Leandra paid me as her number two in command. Being an outsider, no one gave me the respect I deserved and it was really fucking annoying. However, once a man delivered enough beat downs, then people began to shape up. Fear is a decent motivator.
“We could just stay here…” Leandra offered, batting fake eyelashes my way and gazing up at me with bedroom eyes. If she had any clue how close I was to giving in and throwing her on the bed…no. I can’t do that.
“I think that’s a great idea. It wouldn’t kill you to have a night in and watch a movie or something while I go back to my place. I should get a decent night’s sleep in preparation for my fight tomorrow anyway.”
“Fuck that shit. I’m not sitting on my couch and flipping channels while Angela throws a party without me. This is the city that never sleeps, Samuel. I’ll relax when I’m dead. Until then, I plan on living as much as I can.”
Yeah. That’s exactly what I thought she’d say.
I rolled my eyes in resignation and proceeded through the rest of her apartment while cursing under my breath. That lazy bastard Fritz was chilling in the kitchen and playing on his phone while sucking down a nice cold beer. I envied him. The fucker had been employed by the family for years and appeared to be well respected by everyone. Instead of reporting to me, they turned to him for direction…and he did nothing to change the hierarchy.
The hired goon ignored me completely as though I weren’t even there, and instantly addressed Leandra the moment she walked into the room.
“Hey boss, I got news that you’re not going to like.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot of shit lately, Fritz. Be more specific,” she demanded.
“I put the word out that we’re looking for information and got a couple hits. Fat Tony talked to a guy that knows a guy that heard about the punk who caused problems at the gym today.”
“I’m listening,” Leandra stated impatiently, tapping her long nails against the granite counter and leaning over to show way too much cleavage for my liking. This flirtatious move did not go unnoticed by Fritz. I’m positive he would have made a play for her if there was any indication she’d be interested.
“I…um…I mean…did you fire one of the bartenders at your club last night? Word on the street is that Sinner’s Paradise is now short an employee and he was the wrong guy to mess with. The gym guy is the bartender’s cousin.”
“That would explain why he was yelling at me not to fuck with his family. Thus begs the million dollar question…who the hell are these jerk-offs?” she asked curiously. “I run a background check on every single person we hire to make sure they’re not trying to run a sting operation. Anyone who applies for a job goes through ‘human resources’ to make sure they’re clean.”
Yes, she used air quotes for the term ‘human resources.’ Turns out she has a couple cops on the payroll and they’re kind enough to do a few favors for the right price. I had to hand it to the woman, she was nothing if not thorough.
“I can’t answer that,” Fritz replied. Clearly his top secret sources sucked at getting information. I wished I could have been more help, but since I’ve only lived here for seven months there wasn’t much I knew. This problem ate away at me every single day. Most of the other guys made it painfully clear that if I hadn’t been hand-picked by Leandra, there’s no way in hell
I’d be part of their crew.
“We’re going out for the night, Fritz. Keep an eye on things and let me know if you get any more information.”
Leandra grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and motioned for me to lead the way. She was uncharacteristically silent as we rode the elevator down the fourteen floors to her building’s private underground parking garage. I suppose I could call it my building, since I lived here too.
“Still get nervous riding in the elevator?” she asked in amusement while I looked around like a deer caught in the headlights. It made no difference that I’d traveled up and down every single day since she insisted I move in five months ago. It felt too confined and claustrophobic.
In response, I merely grunted and counted the seconds until I could safely escape this tin death trap.
“Honestly, Samuel, this elevator is practically the size of the room you lived in before I set you up on the penthouse floor. One would assume you might appreciate the rise in status.”
A few weeks after hiring me, Leandra insisted on knowing where I lived. She followed me back to the seedy hotel and had a fit. The next thing I knew, my address was upgraded to one of the two small guest suites next to her enormous apartment. Of course, the entire fourteenth floor belonged to the savvy business woman. After learning the amount of rent she paid, I nearly had a heart attack.
“What should we drive tonight? Convertible? SUV? My Porsche? I have a need for speed,” my boss purred seductively, staring at her fleet of cars the way a normal person looks at their closet and tries to decide what to wear. No matter how long I was surrounded by this lifestyle, I would never get used to it.
“We’re taking my Audi,” I replied, answering the question in a definitive way so as to avoid her arguments. I hated driving anything else. I knew this car like the back of my hand. Obviously it was in Leandra’s name and not mine, just another thing to piss me off.
I walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for my boss. Instead of sliding into her seat, Leandra paused and stared up at me with the slightest hint of a smirk. As soon as the scent of her perfume hit my nose, I had to force myself to concentrate on the task at hand. I was here to do a job and nothing more…most definitely not to turn her around, press her up against the car, and slide a hand underneath that short gold dress.
