Violet In Lace

by Vivienne Hunt

  “Thank you, Mr. Avery. I am very excited to be here and a part of something so big.” Her warm hazel eyes were locked in a trance with his.

  Big. Oh, I can give you big. Christ, it was like he was a teenager all over again.

  If his dick got any harder, he was going to have to excuse himself to the men’s room to take care of business.

  “Please call me Justin.” He waved away the formality from the air. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable, but I have been racking my brains for weeks trying to come up with a theme for the show, and your hair, your lipstick . . .” He heard his voice falter as he licked his lips again. He continued to stare at her while she stared back, noticing her pupils were dilating. Did she feel it, too?

  God, I’m losing it.

  Russell clapped his hands together, and Justin felt the spell break. “Red, black, with a hint of white, a touch of sheer, red lace — Boss Man, you are the genius! We can have the models’ hair done the same way as Violet’s. Violet, we’ll need to get our hands on where you buy your lipstick. The girls can work the runway while Palmer’s video plays on the screens in the background. April! Chloe! When Pam and Heather arrive, send them up to the design room immediately. We have a show theme!” Russell was waving his hands to the girls below like he was a tourist on a cruise ship.

  “Russell,” Justin said, needing a reason to leave Violet’s presence so he could go wrap his hand around his dick while he pictured those red lips around it instead, “why don’t you get Violet settled in and up to speed on today’s agenda. I need to go take care of some business.” He shifted his weight and hoped that his lead designer got the hint.

  “Mmm hmm,” Russell said, and Justin was rewarded with an arched eyebrow shot in his direction, “whatever you say, Boss Man.”

  Russell turned towards Violet, linking arms with her. “Come, darling, your desk awaits you, along with boxes of files, inventory invoices, and a list of phone calls that need returning.”

  Surprisingly Justin didn’t hear Violet complain or protest. Instead, she said something about being up for the task. “Thank you for this opportunity, Justin.” Her voice wrapped around his head like hot silk. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

  Justin nodded as she walked away, wondering if her panties were of the same red lace that was currently cupping her breasts. He shook his head again and grabbed his gym bag. He need to clear his head for a few hours and figure out how he was going to keep things professional with his new assistant when all he wanted to do was fuck her throughout the boutique. He was downright giddy by the time he reached his car. Violet Smoke had given him a reason to smile again.

  “Wait, you mean you just left her there? You — the control freak extraordinaire — left Russell in charge?” Shawn’s voice was incredulous while he pumped through another set of curls on the free weights.

  “I had to. I just couldn’t think straight. There was no way I was going to be able to walk her through cataloging invoices,” Justin grunted, picking up his own weights and beginning to work on his biceps. Shawn Matterson was his best friend as well as his loyal workout buddy. He owned a large construction company that built houses all over the greater Atlanta metropolitan area. Ever since the real estate market had rebounded, Shawn’s business had been booming. Fortunately for Justin, his buddy was known for taking leisurely breaks away from his building sites — usually to meet up for a quick romp with the latest eye candy that he was dating — before getting back to work. Though when Justin called him, he had dropped everything to meet him at the gym and hear all about the new sex bomb that had walked through the doors of Chenille. Justin didn’t always agree with Shawn’s methods with the ladies, but he was his best friend, and he meant well — even if his well-meaning blew up in in face from time to time.

  “So, are you going to fuck her?” Shawn’s question stopped Justin in mid-rep.

  “Really, Shawn? Really? I just met the woman. I desperately need to get my office in order, not screw around in the office,” Justin scolded, but it came out weak and unconvincing.

  “Uh-huh. I’ve known you since college, buddy. I haven’t seen anyone get you this worked up since Brittany.” Shawn finished his reps, moving on to leg squats.

  “Thou shall not speaketh her name,” Justin chided. “That was a-whole-nother lifetime ago.”

  Brittany. Whew. She was the other lifetime he desperately wanted to forget.

  His ex was the primary reason why he had left New York City behind, relocating to Atlanta. She was also the reason why his father and he hadn’t been on the best of terms lately. Austin had loved Brittany. According to Pops, Brittany was well bred, with just the right amount of gorgeous tempered with brains. According to Pops, she would make for the perfect wife, which was really a translation for the perfect daughter-in-law, to enhance the Avery image. But try as he had, there was no spark for Justin with Brittany. They had met in their late twenties when Justin was fresh out of design school. At the time, he was completely unaware of what he wanted out of life, let alone a wife. Brittany, for her part, was nice enough and polite enough, but their relationship was too shallow for Justin to turn it into a lifetime commitment. Also, she was ridiculously skinny, something that Justin came to realize was more of a turnoff for him than a turn-on. Sex with Brittany matched her personality: nice and polite. Justin wanted fire in the bedroom. He wanted a woman that could be polished in public but racy in bed. That, and he wanted someone with more curves, more softness, with plump tits and a nice round ass. Of course he cared about being in shape, but he wasn’t neurotic about it. He wanted someone who loved sex and would eat more than a salad on a date. After he broke up with Brittany, his father did nothing but fight with him. Austin made living in New York hell on earth. Every function, every outing was only an excuse for Dad to weave Brittany into the conversation, which only created further tension and made for some pretty embarrassing moments with some high-profile clients. It got worse once the tabloids, who lived for the Averys the way schools of fish lived for water, realized that one of New York’s finest was eligible again. The pressure had been too much. It was then that Shawn had convinced him to move down to Atlanta. Desperate for a break from the New York lifestyle, Justin eagerly moved to the South and launched Chenille. It was only after the boutique began to garner the right attention did Austin stop fighting with his son. Well, that and the roughly nine hundred miles between them had cooled his jets.

  “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.” Shawn’s voice crept into Justin’s thoughts.

  “Huh? What? Sorry.” He put his weights down. Working out was proving marginal at best.

  Shawn grabbed his towel, slinging it over his shoulder. “Here’s what you do. Give yourself a few weeks to get a grip. If you still feel the same way after she’s been riffling through your files and fielding your phone calls, then ask her out to dinner; be straight with her.”

  Justin was surprised. “You want me to be straight with her? This is coming from the guy who would have already fucked her by lunchtime — today.”

  Shawn laughed, rubbing his towel over his sweaty, blonde hair. “Not everyone can be me, man.” Then he added a bit more seriously, “You can always get another office assistant. I know you’ve been through a shitload already, but if there’s a woman out there that could give you even a taste of happiness, then you need to go for it. Besides, I’m tired of dealing with your mopey ass.”

  Justin mocked offense, “I thought you liked my ass.”

  Shawn smacked him with his towel repeatedly.

  “All right, all right,” Justin gave in, “I’ll try it your way and see where this goes — dinner, the movies, flowers, the whole nine yards.”

  Shawn groaned, “I hate it when you start with the “date-speak.” Let’s hit the showers.” Shawn checked the time. “If I hurry I can catch Veronica before I have to be back on site.”

  “Veronica? What happened to Katelyn? Never mind, I don’t want to know.” Justin patted his
best bud on the back. “And if taking advice from a ‘player’ like you, Shawn, backfires, I am holding you responsible for my mopey ass for the rest of your life.”

  Chapter Three

  Violet

  The steam rose up from the tub, making swirls on the slanted ceiling above her head. Violet played with the bubbles surrounding her breasts and then sunk deeper into her claw-and-ball foot tub until she was submerged up to her shoulders. The bath felt luxurious as it massaged her tired body. It was Friday night. She had just one more day to go before her first week at Chenille would come to a close. The workweek had been a whirlwind of paperwork, phone calls, and meetings, during which she had forgotten that the retail industry was usually open on Saturdays; Chenille being no exception meant she would be working, too. Buckhead would be brimming with ladies out for a day of shopping, and Justin knew just how to take advantage of that — tomorrow there would be an impromptu champagne brunch buffet open to all of Chenille’s many patrons. Violet decided a nice soak would be just the thing to get her through another day at the boutique while working around the walking demigod that was her boss.

  Justin

  Violet couldn’t stop thinking about her hot, young boss. He was just nine years her junior — young enough to make fantasizing about him feel taboo but still old enough to contemplate having an actual relationship with him.

  He’s your boss, Violet. The little angel sitting on the side of the tub waggled a finger at her.

  I know. That’s what makes it even hotter. The little devil sitting on the other side of the tub smirked back.

  Violet sighed contently while thoroughly enjoying her soak, thinking about Justin’s inviting green eyes that seemed to always whisper, “Come hither.” She squeezed one of her fat nipples, rolling it between her fingers; it was already painfully hard and just waiting for someone to suck on it.

  Go on. You’re alone now. There’s nobody to stop you from having some fun. The little devil swished his pointy tail, and the little angel disappeared with a poof.

  Violet released her nipple and slid her hand farther down, parting the folds of her sex. All week she had been wet. Every time Justin asked her a question or watched her while she worked, she could feel herself moisten with desire. By Wednesday she had started taking a second pair of panties to work to change into at lunchtime. She wondered if he could smell her arousal when he stood near her. She couldn’t help it. Her appetite for sex had only increased once she had hit forty. It was like reliving her youth but without the awkwardness of not knowing what she wanted. She definitely knew what she wanted now.

  Justin

  She rolled her fingers on top of her clit while she bent her legs up against the sides of the tub, picturing his hands on her mound exploring her sex while she pleasured herself.

  Justin

  Her cell phone’s ringtone pierced the air, jerking her upward while sloshing water all over the bathroom tiles. She haphazardly dried off one hand with a towel that was sitting on the table right near the tub and picked up her phone. She bit her lip before she swiped to answer.

  “Good evening, Justin. To what do I owe the honor?” Her voice came out sultrier than she had intended.

  “Hello, Violet. I hope I’m not interrupting your evening.” Even the sound of his voice reminded her of sex. Hot. Steamy. Amazing sex.

  “No, no, not at all.” She shifted in the tub, and the little devil popped back into view.

  Go on. He’ll never know. He can’t see you.

  Violet slipped her other hand back down to her pussy and began rolling tiny circles on top of her clit while balancing the cell phone in her other hand. She felt slutty and dangerous. She felt alive.

  “Good. I just wanted to go over tomorrow’s schedule. I know you aren’t used to working on a Saturday but it’s our busiest day of the week.” His voice kept caressing her thoughts, her very, very dirty thoughts. “I thought, if you weren’t busy after work, maybe you would like to go out to dinner with me.”

  “Uh-huh,” she said all too breathy while she listened to him go over Saturday’s itinerary. Wait. Did he ask her out on a date? “Did you say dinner?” She bit her lower lip, breathing more heavily; she was getting close.

  “Yes, dinner.” She heard his voice pause and then drop against the sounds of her erratic breathing. “Are you . . . are you . . . playing with yourself?”

  “I . . . uhm . . . I . . .” Shit, he had caught her. She felt her cheeks flush, and she knew it wasn’t because of the steam in the room. But she was so close. She didn’t know if she could stop, boss or no boss.

  The little devil grinned mischievously, dancing on the ledge of the tub.

  “Violet.” There was a huskiness in his voice now. She thought she heard the sounds of a zipper being pulled down. “Tell me what you are doing . . . be naughty for me.”

  “Oh God,” Violet breathed out. He wanted to play with her on the phone. He was giving her permission. “I’m in the tub. . . taking a bubble bath. . .” She heard him moan.

  “Tell me what you are doing, and don’t leave anything out.” She definitely heard the rustling of fabric. Was he taking his pants off?

  “My legs are bent up against the sides of the tub, and I’m rolling my fingers over my fat, engorged clit.”

  That’s it. Talk dirty to him.

  Damn that little devil.

  “Go on.” His breathing changed. It was harder, heavier.

  “I’ve been squeezing my plump nipples, too. They’re hard and tight. Would you like to suck on them, Justin?” What the hell had gotten into her? This was her boss, a man she barely knew. It was too late to turn back now. Violet could feel her orgasm building.

  “Yesss,” he hissed into her ear, “yesss, I would, Violet. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

  “Would you like to take your cock and slide it between my tits, Justin?” Oh, she was so, so very close.

  His voice grew darker, “you have no idea.”

  “You want to fuck my tits, don’t you, baby?”

  Justin rasped into her ear, “Fuck yesss.” He breathed rapidly.

  “And then shoot your load all over my face. Would you like that, baby?” Violet furiously rubbed her clit.

  Justin’s groans grew more audible.

  “I’m going to come . . . for you . . . Justin.” Violet felt her orgasm rip through her as she moaned out her pleasure. A week’s worth of sexual tension tore through her body.

  “Come . . . for . . . me . . . Violet,” he panted out. On the other side of the line, Justin roared to his own finish while Violet listened to the slapping sounds of his hand pumping his cock. It was so erotic.

  Neither said anything for a while as each came down from their highs, their breathing still erratic.

  Violet eventually broke the silence, feeling embarrassed for what she had just done. “Justin, I . . . I’m so sorry.... I have no idea what came over me . . .” she frantically tried to explain as the full weight of her actions came crashing down on her.

  “Not another word, Violet Smoke,” he interrupted her. His voice was dark and demanding. “I want you in my office tomorrow morning at eight o’clock. Sharp. No excuses.”

  “No excuses,” she whispered back and gulped.

  “No excuses. I will see you tomorrow. Good night, Violet.”

  “Good night, Justin.” She hung up the phone, placing it back on the table, and sunk into the tub until just her eyes were above the water.

  Fuck

  She had just had the best orgasm in years, and now she was about to get fired. One week. She couldn’t even last one fucking week on the job without turning into a complete slut for her boss.

  The angel popped back into view. He was pitiful.

  She growled and flung some of the bubbles over in his direction while pulling up the stopper on the tub.

  Now what was she going to do?

  Chapter Four

  Justin

  It was ten of eight on Saturday morning when Justin
heard the front door unlock from his office on the second floor of Chenille. The rest of his staff wouldn’t roll into the building until nine. He smiled. His little muse was early. He patted the lingerie box sitting on top of his desk while walking around to greet Violet.

  As she crested the top of the steps and strode across the landing, he went to meet her, covering the rest of the distance between them. Her face was filled with guilt, but before she could speak, he took her in his arms, covering her mouth with his. His kiss was hot and demanding. At first she resisted him, but he was persistent, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth while his hands roamed over her body. They wandered underneath her skirt, squeezing her panty-clad ass above her stockings. She whimpered and then relented, allowing him to kiss her deeper, his tongue exploring the softness of her mouth. Once he had satiated his immediate desire, he broke the kiss, releasing her from his embrace.

  “I have something for you.” Justin took her by the hand, walking her over to his desk.

  “Justin, this is crazy,” Violet began to object but still allowed him to pull her along. “We can’t do this. You’re my boss. You should be firing me.”

  Justin pushed her up against his desk, pinning her between him and it while he nipped at her exposed neck. She was just the right height nestled against his six-foot frame. “Shhh . . . no one is getting fired. I’ll decide what we can and can’t do in this office.”

  Violet started to protest again, but he just kept placing kisses on her neck while he sought out one of her breasts through her silk blouse. “Open it,” he said, referring to the lingerie box.

  Clumsily Violet lifted the lid off the box, letting out a small gasp. Justin pulled her even closer as he grinned down over her shoulder.

  “It’s part of my new line: Chenille After-Hours.” Inside the box was a blue satin bustier with open, underwire cups, complete with boning, a lace-up back, and a hook and eye front closure. There was a matching pair of crotchless panties, removable garters, and a pair of black thigh-high stockings.