Today was my birthday. I blushed through the song and downed my drink to wild applause. My throat burned and my body tingled as the cocktail left a sting of peppermint in its wake.
It was the drink that made me bolder, talking back and flirting hard. Leon was right, the tips that night were beyond anything I could have hoped for.
Leon watched me all night, a scowl marred his usually beautiful face. It made me nervous. So, when Sammy told me that my shift was done two hours earlier than usual and that I had to go up to his office, the birthday cheer fell from me like fresh snow on a burning fire.
I made the long way to his office, it felt like a funeral procession. The end of everything. It was meant to be a great day but instead, I was going to end up being fired. I did frantic math in my head. With the money I saved, I had enough for two months’ rent, plus I could always sell the new TV I bought and probably my desk.
I inhaled a long galvanising breath and knocked on his door.
“Come.” His voice boomed in the empty corridor.
I opened the door and stepped into his office. “You wanted to see me?”
He had his back to me; the lights were dimmed but I could see his clear reflection in the big black windows. He watched me as he would through a mirror and brought his whiskey tumbler to his mouth tossing the rest of the drink back in a final glug.
“Sit down.”
My heart hammered in my chest and my legs quaked as I made my way over to the single chair. Dead woman walking.
Once I was seated, he turned to me. His eyes fell on my face, and I could see the slow exhale. His mouth slightly parted. He smoothed his hair with his fingers, looking for any errant hair out of place. Of course, his fingers found none. His hair was always meticulous, there were never any escapees. This was his nervous twitch. I was fucked.
“Do you like working here?” he stepped a few paces closer.
“Please don’t fire me, I need this job,” I jumped in like an idiot. I was begging. I was willing to beg. The money was just too good, and the view. It was priceless.
“Fire you?” his eyebrow shot up as he leaned against his table. “Is that why you think I called you up here?”
“Yes?” I wanted to shrink into the chair and hoped it would swallow me whole. I had jumped the gun and made it worse.
“Why would you think that? I have told you more than once that you make me too much money.”
I stilled, my certainty wavering. “My shift ended early, you called me up here…” My voice dropped away as his gaze pinned me to my chair.
“No Jane.” He clutched the table as he spoke, “there are so many things I want to do to you, but firing you isn’t one of them. Not today anyway.” There was promise in his words. A promise that he would fire me one day. One day. When? When his desire outgrew his greed? I pushed the thought out of my head.
“Things like what?”
“Terrible, dark things Jane.” His voice was husky and gruff.
I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to throw my underwear at his face. Instead, I relaxed back into the chair and ever so slowly spread my legs, the alcohol making me feel brave. The cords of his neck stretched taut as his eyes travelled up my legs, my short skirt pulled up against my garter and sat almost like a belt above my black G-string.
His knuckles turned white against the table. He was waiting for me. How far was I willing to take it?
“I’m thirsty.”
He cleared his throat and unglued his eyes from my underwear. I could see him trying to rip them away with his eyes.
He went back to his drinks table and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey and a glass of water for me.
He handed it to me, the ice jiggling.
I took a long sip then let the liquid pour down my chin. The rivulets of water fell to my chest and down my abdomen soaking my white shirt, drowning his chair. My nipples pinched at the touch of cold water, standing and pushing through my bra.
I could see his whole face twitch. The pulsing of his heart through the veins on his neck. His breathing hitched.
“Oops. Sorry.” I sat up and closed my legs putting my glass down. I licked my wet lips and asked myself what I was doing. I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that this was my birthday and he was my boss and this was wrong and right and confusing.
“Don’t worry about it.” The scratch in his voice was hoarse and pained.
“Damn, my shirt is soaked.” I stood up and took a step closer to him. I grabbed the edges and peeled it over my head. My hard nipples aching against the soft material. The black lace tingling my skin. “Why did you call me up here?”
A single finger found my bare skin, tracing a line from my chin to my navel. He bit his tongue and sucked in breath.
“I bought you a birthday present.” I could hear the effort it took him to speak.
“For me?” did I squeal? I might have squealed. His face cracked into a smile. It was real and genuine and lasted all of two seconds but I caught it and it was mine and I was the one who put it there.
“Don’t move.” It was an order.
I stilled as he slipped around his desk and opened his top drawer. He pulled out a small box covered in gold paper, tied with a matching gold lace bow. It was beautiful and meticulously wrapped, just like him.
“Happy birthday, Jane.” He looked into my eyes as he said it, heat and desire pouring over me.
I reached for the box and he put his hand over mine. “I think you should open it at home.”
“Oh.” I felt dismissed. Stupid, humiliated. But I saw the twitch on his face as he must have seen the fall in mine.
“Jane…”
“It’s OK, thank you for your generous gift.” I grabbed my shirt from the chair and stormed out leaving him leaning against his fucking desk.
I held back tears all the way home. I felt like a complete idiot. There he was just being nice, and I was … what? Throwing myself at him, just so he could tell me to go home? I felt foolish. Horny as hell but stupid.
What a way to celebrate my 26th birthday.
My keys jingled as I pushed them into the foyer door. I wondered if they would ever give us those key cards the body corporate mentioned three months prior. I was fiddling with my keys when the voice came.
“Hey.”
I looked down the street to see Barry. The building manager. I huffed, remembering our last meeting. He was wearing jeans that looked like they were moulded to his body, slightly faded and ripped just above the knees. They sat low around his hips and were covered by a light green shirt which said ‘I’m with stupid.’
“Hi,” I said as he climbed the stairs two at a time and joined me by the door. His eyes languishing over my body.
“Number 19.”
“Jane.”
“Sure, Jane. You look different.” His voice was slightly high pitched.
“Well, no one left me waiting in the rain tonight.” It came out angrier than I meant it to be. I wasn’t waiting in the rain, but I was dismissed and wet.
Barry shrugged it off as if he didn’t hear me. “Night out?”
“I was at work.”
“Where do you work dressed like that?”
“Nowhere you can afford.”
“Ouch.”
The key finally gave way and I walked into the foyer. I jabbed at the elevator button at least five times.
Barry followed me in casually. “Bad day at work then?”
“Something like that.”
“Would you like me to help you relax?”
I looked at his face again, his green eyes shone with mischief and day-old stubble peppered his perfect jaw. His smile was temptation, and inviting him, would be inviting in trouble.
“And how would you help me relax?”
He brushed a hand through his light brown hair and winked. “I’m sure I can think of a way.”
The elevator pinged and I backed inside, my back touching the cool metal walls. Barry stepped in just enough for th
e door to close behind him. In small measured steps he advanced, closing the distance between us, pinning me to the wall. His body felt hot against mine, and all that was left between was air. Air that was drenched in his spicy aftershave and a hint of sweat. The kind of sweat that made a man a man.
Before I could slam myself into him, the short trip ended and he stepped back, his face exploring mine for an answer. I took him by the hand and we crept down the corridor and into my apartment. I put my bag down, Leon’s gift forgotten inside.
I took Barry by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I put on the night light I had acquired from the second-hand shop. It illuminated just enough of the room. Barry stayed at the door, he leaned against the frame and watched me.
“Take your clothes off 19.”
“Jane.”
“Take your clothes off Jane.” I swallowed hard my stomach coiled at the demand.
I sat on the edge of my bed and unzipped my knee-high boots. The sound ripping through the silent room. I kicked off one then the other. I stood up, taking the hem of my shirt in my hands and peeled it from my body. I could feel my nipples react, the anticipation growing.
Barry’s tongue was licking his bottom lip, his eyes widening with each movement.
I stuck my thumbs into my skirt and pushed it down. It fell in a crumpled mess at my feet and I stepped out.
I reached for my garter.
“Leave it! Bra off.”
I turned my back to him and unclasped my bra, I released myself and let it fall to the floor. I kept my back to him. My heart pounded in my chest. What the fuck was I doing?
“Let me see you.”
I turned slowly, keeping my arms at my side. He wasn’t leaning any more. His eyes pinned me down, his mouth slightly open, his breath hitched, his body squared and ready to pounce.
“Sit down on the bed, Jane.” His voice was husky and strained, “legs together.”
I sat on the bed keeping my legs closed, I leaned back on my arms, arching my back, showing off. His eyes flickered, as he stepped forward and got on his knees.
His thumbs slid along my thighs and made their way to my G-string. He grabbed it and stripped the small lacy thing from my body. He would have felt the moisture, smelled the desire as it saturated the room.
He discarded it and placed his hands on my knees pushing them apart, spreading me open, exposing me to him.
“Fuck, Jane,” He whispered it like a prayer. He traced the inside of my thighs with the fingers of his right hand while his left crept up my body. Barry looked into my face as he reached the apex of legs, he slid his fingers along my wetness, slow, teasing strokes, then plunged two fingers into me. He groaned with me, “oh so wet, oh so beautiful.” His thumb began to swirl around me and he pushed himself up on his knees so that he was in line with my breasts, his mouth found my nipple and he sucked at it, biting nibbling, tugging.
I moaned for him as he elicited pleasure from me. I was close and needy, I began to grind against his fingers. He pulled away from me.
“Tsk tsk Jane. Not so fast.” He sucked his fingers and purred. “You are as delicious as you look.” He licked his lower lip, “undress me.”
I bent forward and grabbed his shirt throwing it across the bed. He stood up, every muscle flexing and bending like a well-oiled machine. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs. I could see his erection straining against his boxers, pushing against the fabric. I pulled on the elastic releasing him. His cock stood firm, it twitched in my hand, the veins standing angry and willing.
He flashed me a knowing smile. “Open your mouth.”
I did. He stepped closer. “Wider Jane.”
I did. He put the tip of his cock in my mouth. My tongue flickered against it. He exhaled, a vibrating hum rose in his throat as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth. “Suck.”
And I did. My tongue flicking along his head then sucking him deep into me, easing him down my throat. He plunged his fingers into my hair as his hips moved with my mouth.
“Stop.”
He pulled himself out and I could see the effort of holding back written on his face. He was close, he was suffering just as much as I was. Barry seemed to enjoy the torture of longevity as much as I did.
“Fuck, Jane. What are you doing to me?” He grabbed my nipple and tweaked it. “Turn onto your belly, knees on the bed, ass in the air.”
He was commanding, controlling, turning me on in ways I didn’t know I could be. Even as I rolled over, he bent and grabbed the condom from his pocket.
“Fuck, Jane. Look at that ass.” He took a step closer, his cock landing on the entrance to my ass, his hands stroking my thighs as he hummed once again.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass Jane?”
“No.”
“That’s a real shame … you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“You could show me.”
“I could. Now spread your knees for me and keep that ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. His fingers brushed the inside of my thighs and soon two were inside me once again. He pulled them out and used my wetness to lubricate the opening of my ass. He repeated the motion a number of times, my arousal growing, my anticipation dripping from my body.
“Relax for me Jane.” he said, as he gently and purposefully pushed his finger into my ass. “So tight! How is that?”
“Good.” Strange, different, arousing.
“It will get better. But this is your first time and we need to make it special.” He removed the finger and his body shifted behind me. His face appeared between my legs and his hand was back at my pussy gathering juices. He weaved it back into my ass. I gasped at the sensation.
“Sit on my face Jane.”
I spread my legs lowering down to his face, my back arching. His warm tongue played with my slit and his finger pushed deep inside me. The edge which he denied me over and over crept closer until I could not hold on any longer. My climax coming in a screaming explosion of carnal pleasure. I could feel my asshole squeeze against Barry’s finger. He did not let me ride out my pleasure. Instead, he pulled it out of me and pushed me up. In a sweeping motion, my ass was back in the air and his cock was inside my wetness, he thrust into me, hard and fast, milking the shudders of my climax until he himself shuddered, jerked, and with a final groan, came.
He rolled off me and onto the bed. I rolled on my back and lay breathless next to him.
“Jesus Jane, where did you come from?” he sucked a nipple as his eyes roamed my naked body.
“I thought you were going to take my ass.”
“Oh, Jane, you dirty, filthy girl. I will. I plan on it. I am going to take you everywhere.”
“You are making assumptions I will let you.”
“No Jane. That’s not an assumption. You will let me. Because you want me to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. But I am going to do it right. I’m going to stretch you out, make you ready, make you want it and then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
I wanted to retort in some clever witty way, but truthfully, I was so turned on my brain had turned into a pathetic pile of mush, so I kept my eyes closed and imagined what his cock in my ass might feel like.
I opened them again when the bed shifted. Barry had climbed off and reached for his pants.
“You’re leaving?”
“I can’t be seen here in the morning Jane. But don’t worry,” he sat on the edge of the bed and rolled me over. “I’ll be back for that ass of yours.” His hands lingered over my thigh as if he was considering something then he let his hand drop. He stood up and grabbed his shirt slipping it on in a fluid practised manner.
“Good night Jane.” Barry slipped out of the room. A moment later I heard the front door close.
Now, that was a way to spend my 26th birthday.
I must have fallen asleep just after Barry left. I was naked, apart from what was left of my garter, and sticky with the smell of sex drenched into
the sheets. I showered and brushed my teeth which felt as if they had been laced with glue. I pulled on something comfortable and settled in for a day of doing nothing.
On any other day, a day off would have just been a day off, today it seemed like the universe giving me something I needed. Staying away from Leon for another day after the humiliation of the night before.
The thought of Leon flooded me with guilt. I could tell the attraction was mutual and yet last night I ended up with Barry.
Barry.
He promised to be back. The thought delighted and scared me simultaneously.
I drank my coffee in small sips. Still half asleep, stiff and confused. The night with Barry was incredible, more than I expected from a prick like him, but it was tinted with guilt. Guilt because I knew deep down all I wanted was to be with Leon.
Leon.
The thought pricked something in the back of my mind.
I put the coffee down and scanned the lounge looking to where I had thrown my backpack.
I found it thrown behind the couch. I dug into it and produced the gold wrapped package Leon had given me the night before.
I pulled it out and held it. My heartbeat like a hammer in my chest. It was just a present but suddenly it felt like a ticking time bomb.
I pulled on the ribbon it fell limply across the couch. It smelled like him. Spicy and sweet. Like he kept it close by and he rubbed off on the packet. I liked that idea, the idea that he thought about me each time he held it, played with it.
He thought about me.
The thought made my cheeks tingle with heat.
I reached for the beautiful packaging my breath hitching in my throat as I ripped the delicate paper from the box.
I held it in my hand. The navy-blue box was plush and decadent. Made for something beautiful and delicate. Jewellery?
My fingers brushed the plush material. My breathing accelerated as I pushed it open.
I stared at his gift.
Anger and heat flooded my veins. I threw the box on the couch and reached for my phone. I stared at the white screen for a few seconds before I threw it back down. After a quick glance at the box, I picked it up again. Undecided, I reached for my phone for a second time. I opened up my messages. My fingers twitching over the letters. I didn’t know what to say, where to start? How to express my feelings? How the hell did I feel?
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