by Maine, Miley
“It’s alright. Just breathe. You almost got this.”
He waited and then screamed for another one. This time he hit it dead center as well. I slapped him a hearty high five. He fired off three more rounds and missed all three of them before he finally sat down to rest again.
“Hey, let me ask you something,” I said. “What do you think of the new girl in marketing, Julie?”
Quinton scratched his head a moment. “Do I know her?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “You met her at the Christmas party.”
“Oh, ok. She seems cool. Why?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for the past month,” I said.
Quinton’s eyes went wide. “That’s great. Sophie would definitely want to hear that to congratulate you. She’s been kind of worried about you spending so much time alone. There hasn’t been any romance in your life for a long time.”
“I know,” I said. “I haven’t felt this close to anyone, since Amanda. I don’t know… when I first saw Julie, I just felt my heart leaping out of my chest. I had to find out everything about her. We started talking and that thing just clicked between us. I think she might be the one, man.”
“That’s awesome. I’m happy as shit for you,” Quinton said. He slapped me a high five and brought in a bro hug. “Good going, man.”
“So, I assume you are keeping this hush hush at work?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I am. Right now, it just isn’t a good time to let the cat out of the bag. She is new. She is working hard to make a name for herself. She doesn’t need the attachment to me or our relationship becoming a gossip, making things harder for her. You know how psychotic some of those people in marketing can be. The whole thing is so cutthroat and full of backstabbing, everyone trying to get their numbers up. It’s brutal.”
“Well, the secret is safe with me,” Quinton said. “I won’t tell a soul. But the four of us should go out sometime soon. We can double date. It will be a blast.”
“Yeah, I think we’d both like that,” I said.
I got ready to shoot another round. It felt good to tell someone about me and Julie. She made me so happy that keeping the news to myself was damn difficult. I just wanted to spread it with the world and show them how much joy I was feeling. It had started to color every single thing I did. Christmas was in a week. Just one week… I couldn’t believe it. Time was flying so fast and I wasn’t even sure what I was going to get for Julie. I didn’t want to get her anything too flashy or crazy, but I wanted it to be something she’d hold near and dear forever. And I hoped that might include me.
I meant it when I told Quinton that she was the one. I wanted to ask Julie to marry me. Maybe that might be the best time to come out and tell everyone. If she said yes. God willing, she would say yes. And we could show the world that this wasn’t some fling, this wasn’t Julie trying to get in good with the boss to get ahead. No this was love. This was the real thing. The thing that they wrote billions of songs about and made hundreds of those annoying Hallmark Christmas movies about every fucking year. Maybe now those sentimental works of art would start to resonate with me.
I knew I loved Julie. I’d probably known since first sight. That’s why it was so hard to breathe when I saw her. It was like walking into some dream and there in front of me was this beautiful angel waiting for me. And when she expressed those same feelings back towards me, it was like some miracle had been performed on me.
I finished shooting the discs with Quinton and then had my driver Harold take Quinton home. He was in no shape to drive. And I had a date to get ready for.
I’d purposefully occupied myself the entire day with other things so that I wouldn’t sit around counting the minutes until I could see Julie again. I had to create some absence, didn’t I? She had to miss me sometimes. That was key. And we hadn’t been dating long enough to spend every single second together, even though that was what I wanted to do. Work was almost unbearable at times because I could have just typed a quick message and had her on the way to my office. Then we could lock the door and let it all happen.
I went inside, took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. Then I took a look at myself and smiled. Yeah, looking sharp. Tonight, was going to be a very special night. I could feel it.
I just hoped everything went the way I wanted.
8
Julie
The restaurant was phenomenal.
Tony picked me up in his best limo. It was waiting for me when I came down from my apartment. I could just see the other tenants in my building who were coming and going watching me with envy. It was fun to live this rich fantasy life sometimes. It made me feel privileged and special. I had to concentrate to keep my head from getting too swelled sometimes. I thought I was handling it fairly well. If only Lizzy and Nellie could see this…
Tony looked amazing as always. He was so suave and always dressed the best. He was easily the best-looking man in every single room. And I was so proud to be on his arm as we entered the restaurant. We were led to a private room where our table was waiting on us. The mariachi band was great. They moved around a bit and played for one table and then the next. The restaurant combined the essence of a casual dining restaurant with the swanky sophistication of an upscale one.
As we were seated a waiter came to our table to take our drink orders and to tell us the specials. He spoke mostly Spanish, but when I asked for a clarification, he was more than happy to explain it in English for me. Then he poured us each a glass of sparkling water. Tony ordered a bottle of an expensive sounding wine and we dug into our chips and salsa.
“It’s getting harder,” Tony said halfway through dinner.
I finished my bite of the enchilada and looked up at him. “What’s that?”
“Being around you at work without being able to just show you how much I want you.”
“I get that. I feel the same way. You have no idea how sexy you look when you are walking around being the boss man.”
“Hey, I hate that nickname,” Tony said.
I laughed. He continued. “What is your biggest sexual fantasy that you’ve had at work?”
“Oh, that is a big question,” I said. “I’m not sure.”
“You have so many that you can’t just pick one?”
I thought a moment. “I’ve fantasized about you in the ladies room.”
“While you were doing your business? That’s either really weird or really hot.”
“It’s hot, I think. Yeah, I was sitting there yesterday just wishing that you would burst through the door and then find the stall I’m in, burst through that door, and then you would just take me right then and there bending me over the toilet.”
“That sounds very dirty. And I’m sure we can make that happen, but I’m also sure everyone is going to know we are in there.”
“That’s kind of what makes it so damn exciting.”
He nodded. “I agree. Hmmm… I like this game.”
So did I. Talking about this was getting me really turned on.
“So, what else have you been thinking about?” I asked I was very curious now.
“Oh, the office, taking you in a car, like the back of the limo, and maybe taking you in front of an audience.”
“An audience?” I asked. “I’m not really the exhibitionist type. I didn’t think you would be either given your status and all.”
“Well, that isn’t what I’m thinking.”
I leaned in a bit closer to hear. He continued. “What if we made love in front of a camera and streamed it live on the internet, but we wear masks so that no one knows who we are.”
I had to let that one sink in for a moment. Wow. That was crazy, but very hot. “I think we could do that. Are you sure that no one would ever find out?”
“No. That would be the beauty of it. So many people would know us, what we look like naked, what we look like fucking, and they would probably even get off to it. Can you imagine people masturbating until orgasm at the very sight of us
on the screen? But they would have no idea who they just watched. And we would make it so that there is no way in hell it could ever be proven.”
I sighed. “That sounds so hot, but I’m afraid that it might be way wrong and come back to bite us in the ass.”
“We can throw some ass biting in there,” he teased.
“When were you thinking of doing this insanity?” I asked.
“Oh, we could do it later tonight if you want to. I have a spare room that we can make up to be totally dark behind us as a backdrop. We will have a dark room, dark mattress cover, and only an overhead light for the camera. It is bare, dark, and it is perfect if I do say so myself. But if it is still too risky for you then we can scrub the idea.”
I shook my head and smiled at him. “Not a chance. I’m ready.”
And I was. My body was hot as fire just thinking about it.
* * *
I loved the camera.
The way it watched us was intoxicating. I found that I was performing as much as I was lost inside of my own world. The idea that a lot of people were probably watching us right then and there was so hot. I loved it. I was getting off so good from it. The moment that I knew the camera was rolling and we were live to who could guess how many people, I was lost in the whole thing.
When we arrived back at Tony’s, I was amazed to see that this room was already set up. It was like he’d been planning for it, or he had texted his butler to set up everything just the way he wanted it to be by the time we got there. And there it was.
I stepped into the room and Tony handed me a dark mask. It was dark and expressionless except the mouth was open, carefully cut in a way so that oral activities would not be in any way restricted. The eyes were dark with just enough of a slit made for sight. It slipped over my head and I carefully tucked my hair up inside of it.
Tony wrapped his arms around me and kissed me after he put his own mask on. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I am.”
Tony turned on all three cameras that had been set up around the room in a circle facing us. This would be streamed to the internet. I kept returning to that fact. And that terrified me. But I knew I wanted it. This was the most exciting and thrill-seeking thing I’d ever done. Everyone would know me intimately without realizing that they did. My family, my friends, the people at work, people on the street…so many people would watch this. Oh, I was so wet at the very thought.
Tony stripped the dress from my body little by little. I felt myself opening up, becoming exposed, and I had to fight the desire to cover myself up. But it was slowly dissipating. I was becoming more warmed up to the idea bit by bit. When Tony removed my bra and my panties, the whole thing clicked for me. I stood there opened for all to see. I was actually catering to the camera now. It was fun beyond words.
I went to work on Tony and helped him remove his suit. Then his shirt, his t-shirt, and every other article of clothing. As I knelt down to help him with his boxer shorts, his huge boner popped free from the fabric right into my face, almost landing in my mouth. Tony smiled at the idea and I did as well. I pulled the boxers to the floor and he kicked the silk garment to the side.
Then without even thinking, I took him in my mouth. He tasted sweet, a little salty, and smooth. His skin was so smooth down there. His rock-hard boner pressed into my mouth as he pushed harder into me until I was taking him all the way down. Opening my throat, I allowed him to rest there against the depths of my mouth. The head of his cock pushed back against my throat and I swallowed using all of my muscles as I bobbed my head on him.
He moaned lightly and rested his hand on the back of my head as I pleasured him with my mouth. I used my right hand on his balls. I would squeeze him tightly and then let him go. And then I would pulsate the squeezes against his tight nuts. Then I would glide my tongue up and down his shaft to send patterns of delight echoing through him.
I pulled him out of my mouth and licked his head, tonguing that bulbous tip of his shaft around and around before I dipped him fully back in my mouth. With my other hand I was fingering myself deeply, getting those sweet juices going. I was so ready. I had to have him inside of me.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and I turned around on my hands and knees. I reached back and spread my cheeks to show him and the cameras my goods. He watched me for a moment and took a good look at my body. It turned me on when he put his eyes on my body. To know he was checking me out when I was so open and raw and everyone else was also—that was the best.
Tony dropped to his knees and got in position behind me. A moment later I felt his cock entering me from behind. My wet lips stretched as his cock pushed into me quickly and stretched me to my limit. I cried out in passion and shock. He paid it no mind and began to fuck me like a battering ram, his cock pounding right into my pussy. I was taking him all the way in. He was fucking me so hard that he had to grab my hips to hold me in place against his pelvis while he fucked the shit out of me. I was so wet for him. Yes… I wanted him to fuck me until I could not stand properly. I wanted to feel his epic load blast into me until it gushed back out from overflowing.
My big tits hung low, almost scraping the floor as he fucked me. As if reading my mind Tony reached under with one hand and cradled my left breast in his big hand. He squeezed it hard in repetitive, slow movements. I pushed my chest harder into him to facilitate his hand and he squeezed even harder. This little bit of pain helped me grow closer to my climax.
It was building inside of me. I was almost there… shit… oh, I could hardly breathe. My toes curled, my eyes closed tightly involuntarily, and then I felt my orgasm rip through my body like some hurricane force of total mind-bending lust. I tried to breathe but my body was too tensed up. I thought I might actually pass out from the strain, but the pleasure was all worth it.
A moment later I felt Tony releasing his orgasm inside of me. His load was thick and huge. He kept pumping it in me with every single thrust of his powerful cock. I felt finally full and contented. I was one with him.
When it was over, Tony turned off the cameras and then removed his mask. I removed mine, and he helped me to my feet where he took me in his arms and held me closely.
He kissed me, his lips brushing sweetly against my lips. Then he looked into my eyes and said, “I love you, Julie Ashby. I love you so much.”
Hearing him say those words made me want to cry. It was so beautiful. But I was caught off guard completely. I cared about Tony. I wanted to be with him. I knew I was falling for him, which was scary enough, but having him actually confess his love to me right then and there was almost too much.
This was all happening too fast. Love… I’d been there before. And it had not ended well. No, it hadn’t ended well at all. I still had the scars to prove it. I reached back and touched the small scar at the top of my ass. I could feel it. That shape. I had forgotten that I even had it until now. Well, chosen to not remember might have been a better way to describe it.
“Are you ok?” Tony asked me.
I realized it had been several seconds and I hadn’t responded. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.”
I stepped away from him and pretended to look at the camera to make sure it was off. The light was off. I knew the camera was no longer filming. I was overreacting but I was suddenly very nervous.
“You don’t seem fine. What’s wrong? You don’t love me back?” Tony asked.
There was no emotion in his voice. I knew he would not crumble or get emotional if I told him I didn’t love him. I could be honest. “It’s not that I don’t care about you, Tony. There have been times when I felt that I am falling in love with you, but this is just so fast. And hearing you say those words out loud… it made it all seem so damn real. And I’m not sure I am ready to go there.”
“Fine,” Tony said. “I’m not asking you to say it back. I’d only want to hear it from you if you meant it.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m sorry. I should have handled that better.”
Tony hel
d my face in his hands and kissed me softly. “It’s fine.”
I heard the words, but I knew that what I’d done did hurt him.
And I hated myself for it.
9
Tony
I never should have said that to her.
The door to my office closed behind me with a loud thud and I locked the door. It had been a long day. I had meeting after meeting and though they’d all been scheduled, it seemed that between meetings the phone was ringing off the hook, the emails were growing by leaps and bounds, and people were coming to my office because of some new catastrophe going on. Fuck. When it rained it poured? I definitely understood that expression.
I hadn’t talked much to Julie the past three days. It wasn’t that we were trying to avoid each other, but I was giving her a bit of space. I saw her in passing in the hallway a few times, and we were cordial, but we were still keeping up the ruse that we were not dating. That wasn’t something I felt comfortable coming out with right now, especially when I now realized Julie wanted to take things much slower than I did.
What had made me say those words to her that night? Why? Why did I do it?
Because I meant those words. That was why I’d said them. I meant that I loved Julie. I did. And after we had that incredible sex and wonderful evening, I was pretty sure that she felt the same way I did. You couldn’t have sex like that without a strong emotional connection. It was necessary to feel that good physically with each other. At least it was for me. Maybe I’ve always been a bit wired wrong. I didn’t know.
I grabbed the glass from the cabinet and then a bottle of whiskey. Maybe I’d spend the afternoon alone getting sloshed. That was always fun. No. I had too much work to do. Besides, I hoped Julie and I could get together tonight. The past few nights she’d been busy. She was doing something with her friends last night and she was doing something with her parents the night before that. Or so she said. It was very odd that since I made that mistake that she was suddenly unavailable. Was my error that drastic? Did it make her rethink what we had and whether she even wanted to be with me?
