She greeted the long-time doorman. "Hey, Marvin, anything interesting going on?"
"Just, you know, people moving in and out. Nothing unusual."
"Oh yeah?"
"Someone moving in on your floor actually. Seems really nice."
"Well good. My friend Samantha is picking me up in about an hour. Send her right up, will you, Marvin?"
"Of course. It'll be good to see her."
It had been a while since Olivia had been out. Two months maybe, she thought as the elevator kicked into gear, whirring up to the fourteenth floor. She took off her shoes as she walked quickly down the hall and opened her door. Key thrown on the small table in the foyer, briefcase next to the couch, she headed to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. She tied up her long golden-brown locks and moved her head side to side inspecting her face. As the shower started to throw steam into the room, she stepped in. Pumping a palm-full of liquid soap into her hand, she lathered up her body, rinsed and with another palm of the soap, began a more leisurely exploration of her body. Her hand worked its way down over the swell of her breasts, slowly down the curve of her belly, lingering between her legs, and over the bare slick mound of her pussy. Parting her outer lips, her middle finger swirled lightly around the swollen bud. She tipped her head back, breathing through her mouth, lips slightly parted, she let the sensations take over as the hot water cascaded around her and down her body. She, and those sexually overt beings like her, could cum almost at will, by simply contracting their highly sensitive, and well trained inner muscles. Still, it was nice to pleasure herself in the old fashioned way, and it didn't take long for the strong orgasm to build until it overtook her. She groaned and relaxed into the enjoyment of the shudders as they grabbed and released. As the last one receded, she stood braced against the shower wall, her legs momentarily weakened.
"Oh that's much better," she panted, leaning against the tile for a second longer, before grabbing the razor and giving her long legs the once over.
Pulling on a robe, she walked into her large, well organized closet. Samantha was right; it'd been a while since she dressed for dinner. She’d eaten more dinners at her desk than anywhere else lately and although she’d turned out to be a good cook, she often settled for pizza or other delivery food at home, because she was too tired.
Red? No, too showy. The white one? Way too much cleavage, hmmm maybe it's not a bad idea. She heard the buzzer. Samantha was on her way up. She had her own key, good, she could help with this.
Samantha chuckled when she came in. "You look like a deer in the headlights. You really are out of practice." She slid hangers apart with a flare, quickly discarding the dresses Olivia had just picked out. "Ah, here it is," she decided, a big grin on her face. "It's perfect." She shoved the black and teal spandex dress toward her. "Next, the heels. Put those on and lotion up those long legs of yours. You're going to get some tonight, for sure."
"Samantha…I. Oh, okay, you're right. I need it and I want it."
"That's my girl, and you forgot one thing, you deserve a great night, you've been working way too hard. Me, I'm going to work at getting something really hard."
Olivia chuckled. "That's never been a problem for you, Samantha. How do I look?"
"Look out men of New York. Let's go."
Lucy and Rachel were already waiting. As the ‘new, hot spot’, it was full even for a Wednesday night. Once the Times endorsed a new place, it was nearly impossible to get in.
"About time you two showed up. There's no way we were not going to sit down, everyone who's anyone is here," Lucy whispered discretely pointing out celebs, sports stars of all kinds, executives, and highbrow lawyers. She was right; all the big players were here. Most they knew, but not all. Olivia scanned the room as they made their way to the table. It was one of their best, right near the center of the cozy, but elegant space.
"Who did you do to get this reservation, Samantha?" Rachel teased as their waiter pulled out their chairs for them.
Samantha looked around and smirked. "I don't kiss and tell."
"You do to us. Spill it."
Just as she was about to speak, champagne was delivered, very expensive champagne.
"The gentlemen at table six, wished to welcome you to Chao."
Samantha raised the newly filled flute, thanking the table of handsome gentlemen.
"Nice start to the evening," Samantha mused as she took a small sip. "This place is great. Nice bar, dance floor in the other room, but quiet and sexy in here. Oh and we can come back if you behave yourselves. I'm, very close to the owner."
"So that's who you did," Lucy said, and they all laughed. The waiter came back, refilling their glasses.
"Do you have any questions about the menu?" Olivia watched Lucy as she literally ate the waiter with her eyes. It was exactly what Jerrod had done to her earlier.
"What would you suggest?" Olivia asked.
His gaze bore into her. "The tenderloin is excellent, if you like red meat. The prawn are also very popular. All of our greens and vegetables are organic. Our pasta is made fresh daily." Suddenly he looked away and Olivia turned to see a man motioning to him. He was tall, very well dressed, his square jaw sported a day’s stubble, and looked to be in his mid to late thirties. The waiter excused himself and made his way over to engage the man.
"Is that your 'owner' Sam?"
"No, I've never seen him before, but I'd like to get a closer look, that's for sure. He's just my type."
"Everyone's your type, Samantha," Rachel teased.
Samantha glanced over raising an eyebrow. "And yours."
"True," Rachel admitted.
The waiter came right back and the man disappeared into the bar and lounge area.
"Have you decided, or do you need a few more minutes?"
They'd expected to hear something about the man he’d just spoken with, but since the information was not forthcoming, they each ordered and waited for their first course. The meal was fabulous, and wine was delivered for each course from the admiring gentlemen.
"I think someone wants us a little drunk."
"Or a lot drunk," Lucy added with a giggle.
"You're cut off," Olivia decided, grabbing Lucy’s glass away.
"Yes, Mom," she said with a mock salute and another giggle.
"Come on, we're going to the lounge to do some dancing and find someone to take us home," Samantha decided.
"Sounds like a plan."
They motioned to the waiter who informed them their check had already been taken care of. By whom, he didn't say.
"Probably your owner friend," Rachel suggested.
"I'll ask him later," she informed them and headed toward a very distinguished gentleman, who smiled broadly.
"That leaves the three of us, let's dance and girls, no more liquor tonight," Olivia insisted.
They moved through the lounge and all eyes seemed to follow the enticing threesome. The music pounded around them and it wasn't long before they were surrounded by men. Men of every size, shape, and color. They laughed, changing partners often, always denying offers to move off with just one. Each would take their time choosing. The chemistry needed to be right.
Olivia was just thinking that it had been way too long since she’d taken time out for any fun, and right then made a vow to get out more frequently. She was focusing on how good it felt, when she noticed a man coming toward them, the man they'd seen speaking with the waiter earlier. He was even better looking than she thought before, maybe it was the wine, but she didn't think so. He locked his magnetic gaze to hers. The music faded into the background, the pounding of her heartbeat was all that filled her head now. He stopped in front of her and simply reached for her. The look in his eye said everything. He wanted her, and she wanted him just as much.
Her heart fluttered as their eyes met. It was like a scene from a romance novel. Not a word had been exchanged as he'd reached out his hand and she'd taken it, squeezing tight. He pulled her to him and she placed her arms
around his neck. They swayed to the music, never breaking the intensity of their stare. Gripping her small waist he drew closer, dipping his head to kiss the blush of Olivia's cheek. Her lips parted in a low moan and she closed her eyes, shivering as he worked his lips down her neck while his hands roamed over her back and down to the cheeks of her firm butt and up again to her waist.
She let her hands slide over his broad shoulders and down his arms, still moving to the music. When he worked his mouth up her neck, he hungrily took her lips with his soft, supple ones. Before releasing the kiss, he lingered, continuing to pull on her bottom lip. She could feel the hard length of him push into her thigh, his arousal evident, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him, and by the look in his eyes, he was thinking the exact same thing.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours."
Chapter Two
He kissed her roughly, cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardening nipple. She glanced over to Rachel who mouthed, "See you tomorrow."
Olivia retrieved her purse, and the mystery man led her back through the parting crowd with purpose, out of the building and around the corner toward the parking garage. Once inside he pushed her up against the exposed brick wall and kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hardness against her, all the while using his hand to knead her breast. It was driving Olivia half mad with lust. At this rate, there was no way they were going to make it back to his apartment. Reaching down, Olivia undid his belt and then his slacks, grasping the hard member tenting his briefs. He moaned and thrust into her hand.
She pushed away, reaching into her bra, retrieving one of her specially made condoms. With a raised eyebrow he watched as she placed it onto her tongue, melting away the sugar/gelatin wrapper with her body-temperature saliva. His chest was heaving as she bent down, exposing him and sheathing him to the base with one long motion of her mouth.
“Oh, God,” he gasped, moaning low in his throat.
Cupping his balls, she moved up his cock in a swirling motion, and before leaving him, her tongue made one last laving circuit around its head. He was panting when she straightened.
She turned to face the wall. With exaggerated movements, she braced her hands against cold brick, bent at the waist and pushed her hips back toward him. Looking at him over her shoulder, she parted her legs in invitation, giving him a tantalizing look at her glistening pussy through her wet and now transparent wisp of underwear.
"I knew it.” He grabbed her hips and leaned down against her back, licking across her ear “The minute I saw you, I knew you liked it a little rough, just like I do."
Sliding her dress over her toned, heart-shaped ass, he hooked the fingers of both hands over the thin straps of her thong, and pulled the whisper-light fabric roughly down her thighs. They dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away.
Olivia’s teeth nipped at her bottom lip. She wanted him to hurry, but he took his time, knowing the possibility of being discovered at any moment would heighten her excitement.
Teasing her, he ran the broad mushroom head of his cock up and down her wet slit, and heard her moan in response. Finally he inserted the smooth, purple head into her, rotating his hips slowly, moving until all nine inches were deliciously buried inside her.
"Bend lower," he hissed.
Olivia, who could only pant her agreement, pushed back against him and bent further from the waist, arching her back. He thrust faster and harder now, fingers dimpling her skin. Olivia squeezed and clenched her inner muscles as she reached one hand between her legs. Finding her swollen and throbbing bud, she began moving two fingers against her slick, pleasure center and felt the first flutter of orgasm.
"Shit," he growled, pounding harder and harder until the loud slap of his balls on her ass echoed around the garage.
She squeezed around him again, clamping down hard, gasping in surprise as she quickly rose on the crest of her orgasm, and, was swept over the edge. With a prolonged groan, she surrendered to wave after wave of powerful spasms.
Hearing her groan, feeling her contract around him and then begin to pulsate was more than he could take. He made a grinding thrust, ramming himself to the hilt before roaring with pleasure, and shooting pulse after pulse of hot semen into the condom.
They stood connected that way, his chest to her back, panting, until he drew in one deep breath and held it. As he let it out, he uncoiled the arm pinning her to him, peeled away from her and stood.
Olivia hoped he wasn't done, because she needed more, so much more. She stood, slowly pushing her dress back down. He smiled, pulling her back to him, kissing her deeply, and turning what could have been an awkward moment into something nice. Having both put their clothes back in place, he took her hand again.
"I guess we should be able to make it to your apartment, now."
He chuckled. "Good thing it's not far."
He was right. He used his key in the garage elevator and twelve floors later they were inside his apartment. It had a great view and a modern feel. He was doing very well for himself she decided. He dropped his keys on the hall table and turned to her.
"Can I get you something?"
She cocked an eyebrow; he smiled and shook his head. "Something to drink?"
"Oh, water’s fine."
He led the way to the kitchen, allowing her to admire him from behind. He handed her a bottle of Evian and they both took several sips, simply taking a moment to study each other.
"So, do you live around here too?"
A wry smile curled across her lips. "You don't really want to get to know me, do you? This is just about the sex, isn't it?"
"It doesn't have to be, but that's fine with me. How about a shower?"
"Sounds good." They took several more sips of water and then he led her down the hall to the master bath. Olivia unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders. Then with one motion, she pulled her dress over her head.
"Out of condoms?" he teased.
She reached for her clutch and pulled out a strip of twelve, and smiled. "Never."
"That may not be enough; luckily I have some, too."
Olivia could sense he hadn't been getting what he needed. He didn't want some shrinking violet, he wanted someone who would ask for what they needed and give that back to him without a whimper. After several hours of the hottest sex she'd had in a very long time, they drifted off to sleep. She woke before dawn, and slipped out of bed, gathered her things and left. No numbers, no awkward promises to call, just a great night of pleasure.
When she got home she took another shower, smiling as she ran her hands up and down her body, remembering every move from the night before. A sensual dance of two bodies, two people who'd wanted the same thing. She sighed as she pulled the towel around her. In a few hours she had to be back at work. Tomorrow was Friday, and the head of Matasuki would be in town for Saturday’s charity Gala, where she'd meet him for the first time. She'd already gotten a gown, but now...maybe she needed something special. Luckily she knew someone.
When she got to the office she dialed a number and waited. "Hey Mikey, I need a gown for Saturday. I know you already got me one, but now I need to not just look good, I need to look spectacular. I know, I know, I owe you. Thanks." She clunked the phone down and then picked it back up again. "Stuart, I need those files I asked for. No, now. I'm sorry, but you told me you'd get them to me yesterday and now it's already mid morning. Want me to send Linda over? Okay, thanks."
She leaned back into the soft leather of her chair and thought for a moment. She needed every advantage in order to be successful. She'd already Googled Matasuki of course, but there had to be more than the usual standard profile information. Things they didn't put out in press releases about the head of their company.
She reached down into the box Stuart had brought and pulled out the next file. It was labeled ‘Acquisitions’ and contained information on all firms acquired by Dolb
y in the last two years. She flipped through the folder and noticed something odd. Matasuki had been represented by several marketing, accounting, advertising, and law firms in the last two years and acquired several of them. Why didn't they have in-house services of their own by now, then? "I remember this one," she thought. She remembered because a friend of hers used to work there. She sat forward and buzzed her assistant. "Linda, will you get me Dana Livingston, yes in my personal Rolodex, thank you."
Olivia remembered Dana telling her there had been an overture, but that Billingsley would never sell, he wanted his son to take over. Then suddenly there was a scandalous cheating incident involving the elder Mr. Billingsley and the stock took a dive. That the information was false didn’t matter, since the damage was already done. His company in tatters, his personal fortune reduced, Billingsley had a stroke or something and died after only a few days. His son sold the company for a song and that was that.
The intercom buzzed. "Dana's on the line."
Olivia pressed the button. "Dana, good to talk to you. Yes, it's been way too long. I was wondering if you could have lunch with me today. Great, what time?" She asked looking at her watch. "No, one's fine. At Parm. I'll see you there."
She kept reading. It appeared several of the more contentious acquisitions were associated with scandal, or death, and ended with a leveraged buyout, a hostile take-over or a straight sale from a remaining relative or board.
"I know business is cut-throat, but this is ridiculous."
"Already talking to yourself Olivia?" asked Stuart as he entered.
"I'm afraid so. Did you read all these files Stuart?"
"Most of them. I just..."
Olivia rested back in her chair again and frowned.
"Okay, Okay, just the ones on the main company,” Stuart admitted.
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