Romance: My First Time With The Tycoon

by Ally Nelson

  “Maybe, but I'd rather be uptight than be the girl who got murdered by the weirdo cab driver.” Sophie said, leading the way to the glass revolving door.

  “I thought he was nice!” Ashley said.

  “You think everyone is nice!” Sophie said rolling her eyes.

  “Well? You think everyone is a weirdo!” Ashley snapped back. Then, just as quickly as she snapped, she was back to her normal self, scurrying to keep up with Sophie.

  “So…this is where you work then, huh?” She looked up at the towering building as they walked.

  “Yup.”

  Chapter 3

  Sophie led the way through the towering lobby.

  “Hey Neil!” She called over to the night desk clerk with whom she was all too familiar with the amount of overtime she worked.

  “Hey Soph! Headed to the shindig upstairs?” He jerked his head towards the elevators.

  “Yeah.”

  “Cool. Sneak me down a glass of that bubbly I know y’all have up there.” He said, flashing a brilliant white grin.

  “You got it!” Sophie said, smiling back. “See you a bit later!” She said, before heading to the pristine steel elevator doors.

  “Well, he was cute.” Ashley said, glancing back at Neil.

  “He's also married.” Sophie warned. Ashley shrugged.

  “So?” She said. Just as Sophie was about to warn he against breaking up a marriage, the elevator doors opened with a high pitched ping. They each stepped inside and Sophie pulled out her keycard, swiping it through the floors panel before selecting the topmost floor. “Are you serious? We’re going to the penthouse?” Ashley asked as the doors closed.

  “Technically, I don't think it's called a penthouse in an office high rise, but yes, it's on the top floor.” Sophie said, still trying to get over just how brazen Ashley had been so far tonight.

  “Wow…I bet the view is amazing!” Ashley primped her hair in the reflective steel walls of the elevator as they rode upward.

  “It is pretty cool. I was up here once before when I had to do one of those team building things.” Sophie said, watching the floor buttons light up as they moved.

  “Team building? Haven't you only been working here like three months?” Ashley said, turning back to face the doors.

  “Yeah, bad timing on my part I guess, but it wasn't too bad. Just that trust fall crap and some ice breaker games.” Sophie said.

  They were approaching the top floor. Sophie turned to Ashley and looked at her sternly with her big brown eyes wide.

  “Ash, promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me tonight?” She said. Ashley frowned.

  “Ouch!”

  “Don't. You know what I mean. This is my job, it's where I work and it's where I have to come back to work on Monday. Please. You know I love you…” She took Ashley’s hands in her own and squeezed them. “Just don't screw it up.” Ashley rolled her eyes dramatically.

  “Okay, okay, I'll be on my very best behavior. Six drinks max.” She said.

  “Three.” Sophie haggled.

  “Five.”

  “Four. Final offer.” Sophie said.

  “Fine, four. But if you leave me on my own with any weirdos, all bets are off.” Ashley said.

  “You wouldn't know a weirdo of they jumped up and bit you on the ass.” Sophie said, remembering the patchouli scented cabbie.

  “Ouch! Jesus, you in a nasty mood tonight!” Ashley said as the elevator came to a bouncing stop.

  “Sorry…” Sophie let go of Ashley’s hands. “I'm just nervous. I never do well at these sorts of things, they just stress me out.” The doors opened with another loud ping and the girls stepped out in to a marble floored foyer.

  “It'll be fine, okay?” Ashley said reassuringly. Then, noticing the tall blonde standing behind a podium by double glass doors, she leaned in. “And if you're not, we’ll just tell them I'm not feeling good and we need to go.” She whispered. Sophie smiled, this was why she was friends with Ashley.

  “Good evening ladies, may I see your invitation please?” The blonde woman asked. As Sophie fished for their invitation in her clutch purse, Ashley studied the woman.

  “Forgive me if I'm out of line,” she said, “but if we weren't invited here how would we have got to this floor in the first place? I mean, you have to have one of those little cardy things, right?” The woman looked puzzled.

  “I believe that Mr. Shaw is just being cautious.” She said, finally.

  “Oh…” Ashley said, wondering just how cautious one need be over a Christmas party.

  Sophie handed the blonde woman their invitation and she and Ashley were granted access to the party, something Ashley acknowledged with a Lord of the Rings reference.

  “You shall pass!” She exclaimed. Sophie grinned and shook her head, but the blonde woman at the podium seemed much less impressed. Ashley shook her head sadly as she followed Sophie through the glass doors.

  As soon as the double glass doors opened, the hum of conversation began over the muted Christmas music in the background.

  “Oh God, now I'm nervous.” Ashley said, grabbing for Sophie’s arm. Sophie brushed her off.

  “Stop, we don't want people to think we’re together, together.” She said. “Come on, let's go straight for a drink first, hopefully that’ll loosen us both up a bit.” Sophie led the way to the full sized bar set up against the nearest wall. The entire back wall glistened with liquor bottles and a short dark haired man in a tuxedo flashed them a smile.

  “Good evening ladies! As you know, Mr. Shaw is covering your bar tab tonight. Is there anything I can get you?” His dark eyes glistened under the overhead lights and Ashley was far too entranced with his looks to pay attention to what he was saying.

  “We’ll take two martinis.” Sophie said.

  “Sure, would you like to try my chocolate martini? It's my specialty.” He said, locking eyes with Ashley.

  “That sounds yummy!” Ashley said, finally speaking up. “We’ll take two of your specialties.” The bartender gave Ashley a wink before turning around to begin making the drinks.

  “Sure thing.” He said, grabbing two martini glasses off the shelf. While his back was still turned, Ashley turned to Sophie, her eyes wide.

  “Oh my God, that ass!” She mouthed, turning back to look at the bartender. Sophie couldn't help but take a peek too. Ashley was right, the guy had an ass so tight they could have bounced quarters off it, and dressed up in tuxedo pants it looked even better.

  “You know, I can see you in the mirror here…” The bartender nodded to the mirrored wall behind the bar and Sophie's face flushed scarlet. Ashley simply shrugged.

  “Hey,” she said. “A girl likes what she likes.” He chuckled as he finished pouring the drinks.

  “Well, make sure you come back a little later when I get off work and tell me what you like then.” He said, turning around and setting the drinks on the bar top.

  “Why wait until you're off work?” Ashley said, picking up her drink and taking a sip. “Mmm,” she licked her lips, “this is a party after all.”

  Chapter 4

  After five minutes of being subjected to some of the lewdest flirting she had ever seen, Sophie left Ashley at the bar with the bar tender to make her rounds. Looking around the room, just about everyone she knew from work was already at the party. Most of the guests had sequestered themselves in small groups where they stood clutching small plates of finger foods and forcing polite laughter.

  “Here goes nothing.” Sophie said under her breath as she walked towards one of the smaller groups. She recognized the plump lady from the desk across from hers, she was sure her name was Donna…or had it been Ellen?

  “Sophie!” She smiled and beckoned her over. “So glad you made it, come over here!” Sophie smiled and walked towards her, hoping to God that someone would say the woman’s name before too long.

  “Hey!” Sophie said, forcing a certain degree of enthusiasm. “How are you?” The woman smiled a
gain and nodded.

  “Fine, fine! I want you to meet my husband, Guy. That's his name, not what he is!” She quipped with an obnoxious laugh. The rest of the group laughed too and then a rather dumpy looking man with red hair stuck out his hand.

  “Guy Hope, nice to meet you!” Sophie extended her hand and Guy gripped it firmly.

  “Sophie Ward, likewise.” She shook his hand twice before releasing her grip, but he seemed intent on not letting go. Finally Sophie managed to pull her hand back and nervously, she took a sip of her martini.

  “Oohhh, that looks delicious!” Guy’s wife said, peering closely at Sophie’s glass. Out of habit, Sophie held the glass out to her.

  “Would you like to try some?” She asked, immediately regretting it and hoping the woman would say no. She didn't. Instead she took the glass from Sophie’s hand and put her huge ruby lips on the edge of the glass, taking a large gulp, and then another, and then another. Sophie watched as her chocolate martini disappeared.

  “Oh, that's just as delicious as it looks!” The woman said, handing the glass back to Sophie with little more than a sip left in it. “Oh dear,” the woman said, glancing at the near empty glass, “good thing it's an open bar!” Sophie forced a laugh.

  “Excuse me for interrupting, but Sophie, would you mind if I had a quick word?” Mr. Shaw leaned in over Sophie’s shoulder. The group went suddenly quiet.

  “Umm…yes, sure!” Sophie stuttered. In the three months that she had worked at PNJ Holdings, she had yet to meet Mr. Shaw in person. Sure, there were pictures of him framed on just about every wall of the building, but a man like him didn't have time for someone as lowly as a systems analyst. Sophie was shocked that he even knew her name.

  Mr. Shaw led Sophie to one of the quieter corners of the room before standing still and giving her a soft smile.

  “I hope I wasn't interrupting…it’s just that…well, you looked like you needed saving.” He said, glancing over to the group he had just pulled Sophie away from. Sophie laughed.

  “Thank you. Yes, they are a tad…umm…” She was lost for words.

  “Umm is probably the best way to describe Pam and Guy.” Mr. Shaw said.

  “I'm sure they are lovely people really…they just…”

  “Aren't your cup of tea?” Mr. Shaw finished her sentence again.

  “Exactly.” Sophie said. He nodded in agreement.

  “I remember the first time I met them both at our Christmas party years ago. Guy spent two hours…TWO HOURS telling me how cheese curds are made.” Mr. Shaw said. Sophie laughed loudly, a subtle snort escaping in the process making her laugh en harder. “You'd have thought it was a newly discovered art the way he was going on…” Mr. Shaw continued.

  “Stop, stop! You're going to make me wet myself!” Sophie said, and then she stopped laughing quite suddenly, realizing that she had just referenced voiding her bladder in front of her billionaire boss. “Oh God! I'm sorry, I didn't…” Mr. Shaw smirked.

  “Just because I'm your boss you don't think I've ever laughed so hard I've peed myself?” He asked. Sophie raised an eyebrow.

  “I think…actually…that it's just an expression. People don't actually pee themselves…well, unless they have kids…do you have kids?” She asked, words falling uncontrollably, embarrassingly, from her lips.

  “No. No kids, no wife. It's just me. This kind of job doesn't leave much time for the family lifestyle.” Mr. Shaw said. “I'm not sure if it's that you're talking to me, or that you're at a Christmas party where just about everyone is twice your age, but you seem a little uncomfortable.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Follow me.” He said, jerking his head and walking away. Sophie glanced around the room before following him through a door on the furthest wall. The door opened up to a narrow hallway which led to yet another door. When Mr. Shaw got to this door, he reached in to his suit jacket and pulled out a keycard.

  “You’re not kidnapping me for ransom or anything are you?” She asked in a lame attempt at humor. Mr. Shaw laughed as he swiped his keycard. The door opened and he held it open for Sophie to go through first.

  “No offense, but with what this company makes in a day, ransom money would be a drop in the bucket.” He said, following Sophie through the door and in to a large office.

  “I guess that's a good thing anyway,” Sophie said, staring out of the ceiling to floor glass windows, “I don't know anyone who would pay for my ransom!”

  It was then, as Sophie stood staring out of the window at the city below, that she felt Mr. Shaw wrap his arms around her waist. As he pulled her closer to him, she could smell the musk of his cologne and hear his breath.

  “I would.” He said, his breath against her ear. “And I barely even know you.”

  Chapter 5

  Sophie leaned back. She could feel the probing thickness of him pressing against her from behind. As he leaned down, the rough stubble on his face brushed against her cheek.

  “Isn't it amazing?” He whispered. Sophie wasn't sure what he was referring to, the view or the feeling of him being so very close to her, but they were both indescribable.

  “Mmm hmm.” Was all she could manage while she nodded her head gently. Mr. Shaw smiled.

  “I was hoping I could meet up with you tonight.” He said, his hands sliding up from her waist and cupping her breasts. Sophie arched her back, bringing her hands up to cover his, to push him to squeeze her harder.

  “Yes?” She said, breathlessly.

  “Mmm hmm.” He nodded, his fingers searching through her dress to find her perked nipples. “I’ve had my eye on you ever since you started here.” He pulled at the fabric of her dress until the neck of her dress slid down, revealing one of her nipples. Mr. Shaw took it gently between his fingers and teased it softly.

  “Ahh!” Sophie gasped at his touch.

  “Mmm hmm. You are just too damn beautiful not to keep an eye on.” He said, sliding around in front of her and leaning his mouth down to her breast. Sophie took a stuttering breath inward as Mr. Shaw slid her nipple in to his mouth.

  “Ahh!” Sophie exclaimed again, this time, sliding her fingers through his perfectly trimmed black hair. With each smooth stroke of his tongue over her perky nipple, she felt her chest heave. She could barely breathe. She ran her tongue over her drying lips. Mr. Shaw reached down, his free hand fumbling at the hem of Sophie’s dress. Then his fingers were there, rubbing her through her panties, making her wet, teasing her as he suckled her nipple.

  “Mmm…” Mr. Shaw hummed, his lips still around her tight bud.

  “Mmm, if you keep doing that you're going to make me …” Sophie whispered, every muscle in her lower stomach tightening in anticipation. Mr. Shaw slid her nipple from his lips and looked up at her with his delicious blue eyes.

  “And what will happen if I do this?” He said, sliding her panties aside and in one sweeping motion, slipping his thick finger inside her.

  “Oh God!” Sophie gasped. “Mmm!” Mr. Shaw watched her face intently as he fingered her slowly and then quickly, repeating the rhythm until she was just at the brink.

  “You feel so wet!” Mr. Shaw said hungrily, his tongue moistening his lips as he listened to her pussy suckling his fingers.

  “I'm going to…” But just before she could finish, Mr. Shaw slid his finger from inside her and sucked it clean.

  “Mmm mmm, not yet.” He said with a wicked smile. Sophie could feel the intensity that had built between her legs quickly fading as she panted hungrily.

  “Please!” She begged. Mr. Shaw smirked at her and held up a single finger, instructing her to wait.

  Sophie watched as Mr. Shaw walked over to the large desk against the back wall of the office. When he got there, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Sophie couldn't tear her eyes away as he stripped for her almost completely. The one thing remaining was a pair of tight black boxer briefs that outlined the form of his huge throbbing c
ock.

  “Come here, Sophie.” He said. Sophie walked to him nervously. “Good, now I want you to take down those wet panties and leave them around your ankles.” Sophie did as she was told, and as she bent down she could almost touch his big cock. As she stood back up she looked in to his hungry blue eyes. “Good, now, bend over my desk.” He said. Sophie did as she was told. She knew what was coming, at least, she thought she knew and her dripping wet pussy was hungry for it.

  Sophie pressed her breasts against the desktop. She could feel Mr. Shaw standing behind her, and then she could feel his hands on the hem of her dress. He pushed it upwards until it bunched around her hips, showing off her thick ass and her full hips.

  “Mmm, just as perfect as I imagined it would be.” He said. Sophie heard the soft swish of material as he peeled down his boxer briefs and she took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was coming next.

  “Ah!” Sophie gasped loudly, her arms stretched out and her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Mr. Shaw’s thick full cock was pressing firmly against her and even with as wet as she was, she could feel that he was having trouble sliding inside of her.

  “Ahh, you're so tight…” He purred as he pressed firmly in to her. The fullness of him finally relieved as the head of his throbbing cock popped inside her tight hole.

  “Ah!” Sophie moaned as she pulled away, tying to ease the momentary pain she felt as he filled her. Seconds later she was pressing back in to him, begging for more of his swollen shaft inside her. Every inch of her body was begging for him, her pussy was dripping for him.

  “Mmm, just like that…” Mr. Shaw gripped her hips, pulling her back in to him, burying every inch of himself inside Sophie’s tightness.

  “Oohhh yeah!” Sophie hummed as she gripped the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Oh, God!” She cried out.

  Mr. Shaw’s fingers pressed firmly in to Sophie’s hips as he pulled her in to him and pushed himself away. His fast rhythm working all of the most sensitive spots of her aching pink until she just couldn't bear it anymore.