by Jessica Wood
Josh chuckled. “You got me there, man. But then again, not everyone can be Ben Chase,” his voice sarcastically emphasizing my full name.
“You got that fucking right!” I laughed and then shrugged. “What can I say, women can’t seem to resist my natural charm.”
“Ha! As long as you stay away from my girlfriend, we’re cool!”
“Hey, you know I’d never do that kind of shit. I may love having casual sex with women—and I’m damn fucking good at it—but sleeping with another dude’s girl, that’s where I draw my hard line.”
“I know, man. I was just kidding with you there. You hide it well, but you’re a pretty good guy, even if you act like an asshole most of the time.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I laughed as I grabbed my jacket from behind my office door.
“Besides,” he continued, “I may be in a committed relationship, but I’m still a dude. And as much as I love Kim, I still enjoy fantasizing about hot women. So with you around, at least I can live vicariously through your wild escapades.”
I snickered as I reached for my briefcase. “And because you look so pitiful in that commitment-jail of yours, I’m more than happy to share those escapades with you. Now let’s go grab those drinks.”
Thirty minutes later, we were on our second round of drinks at the speakeasy bar a block down from our office.
“So what do you know about this new case?” I asked Josh as I took a sip from the Old Fashioned the bartender had just placed in front of me.
Josh shook his head. “Not much more than you do, but I did hear the partners saying that if our firm nails down this international acquisition for Parker, Inc., they’ll probably make us their primary outside counsel for all their legal needs. So if this deal goes through and we’re the associates who worked on it, this case could be what makes us partners when we’re up for review.”
“Well, I’m prepared to work my ass off to make partner. Can you imagine how much pussy you can get at the top when you’re making millions a year?” My dick was hard just thinking of all the hot pieces of ass it’d get to play with once I was partner at the firm.
Josh snorted and looked at me in amazement. “That’s seriously all you think about, huh? Women?”
“Correction, not women. Pussy. And yes, I do think about pussy a lot. It’s my hobby, and I’m motherfucking passionate about my hobbies.” I snickered.
“So speaking of which, what’s on tonight’s menu, Chase?”
I laughed, knowing exactly what he wanted to know. “A firecracker with a set of apple bottoms.”
Josh’s eyes lit up and shook his head, in a mixture of jealousy and awe. “Man, I’ve never had a redhead before. I heard they’re wild.” He held his breath as he waited for me to tell him more.
“Never? Shit, man. You’re seriously depriving yourself. They aren’t called firecrackers for nothing. You should give them a whirl.” I chuckled. “Pun intended.”
He frowned. “I can’t. I have a—”
“—a wife,” I cut him off. “I believe we’ve established that already. You seriously are my relationship condom.”
We laughed as I gestured to the bartender for another round of drinks.
“So they’re wild?” It was clear Josh wanted to know as much as I was willing to share.
“They are.” I raised my eyebrows meaningfully. “And this one I’m meeting up with tonight has some serious junk in the trunk, if you catch my drift. She gives Kim Kardashian a run for her money.”
“Shiiit.” His eyes were wide and salivating for more details of this redhead.
“Plus, she told me she’s always DTF.”
Josh stared blankly at me. “DTF?”
I looked at him in shock. “Dude, what fucking hole have you been living in?”
“I—”
“—right,” interrupting him, “that endless black pit called a relationship.”
Josh laughed.
I looked at him and shook my head in pity. That isn’t supposed to be a joke. Is this what a relationship does to a guy?
“So what’s a ‘DTF’?”
I sighed. “It means ‘Down To Fuck’.”
“Oh,” he laughed. “Ha! You really do learn something new every day.”
“Riiight. Well, anyway, she said she’s always DTF. So I can’t say no to that. I may even keep her in my arsenal of regular fuck buddies.”
“Have you banged her before?”
“We had a quickie against her car a few weeks ago outside of the bar Novela. She texted me last night to see if I wanted to come over, but I was busy fucking a crazy blonde. So I suggested tonight.”
“Damn, I gotta hand it to you. Women seem to really do whatever you tell them to.”
“You’d get that too if you didn’t let yourself get tied down.”
“I’m not sure about that.” He shrugged and took a sip of his Manhattan. “So, tell me something. Have you ever fucked any of the other attorneys or secretaries at the firm?” He eyed me hopefully.
“Nope.”
“Bullshit! Come on, you can tell me. Have you banged Cindy Kim, that first-year associate down in the litigation department? She’s hot! Or what about Sophia Morgan, the bankruptcy paralegal? Oh, or MacIntire’s new secretary, whatever her name is—with the double-D breasts—”
“Tess O’Brien,” I answered.
“Yes, Tess. That’s her name. You fucked her, didn’t you?” His words came rushing out in excitement.
“Nope, none of them.”
“I find that hard to believe.” He looked annoyed—almost pissed, like somehow I just ruined his night.
“Come on, man. You don’t shit where you eat. Everyone knows that. I don’t want that woman drama where I work. After I’m done with a woman, I don’t want to fucking see her again. So coworkers are off-limits.”
“Oh.” Understanding relaxed his expression as he nodded in agreement. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“Plus, there’s no shortage of women to fuck, so I have no problem staying away from the women I work with—no matter how fuckable they are.”
“What about clients?”
“Dude, same shit but probably even worse. That’s a violation of professional conduct for lawyers, and you can get disbarred for it. As much as I love pussy, I’m not about to jeopardize my career for one fucking piece of ass. Like I said, no shortage out there.”
Josh nodded in agreement but his attention was distracted by something across the bar.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think that girl’s looking at you.”
I followed his gaze and a devious smile spread on my face when I saw a gorgeous blonde watching me from against the back wall of the bar.
“She’s fuckable.” I winked at her, causing her to smile back.
“What are you going to do?”
“She seems like a sweet-ass lollipop begging for me to lick and take a bite out of her.” My eyes traced the blonde’s form-fitting mini-skirt and I knew this was going to be too easy. “What do you think I’m going to do?”
“Don’t you have a date tonight, though?”
“I have a fuck session tonight. I’ll just have this blonde as my amuse-bouche.” I grinned and licked my lips as my eyes landed on her breasts.
“Your what?”
“Amuse-bouche. That’s French and means ‘mouth amuser’, kind of like an appetizer.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re ridiculous, man.”
“Ridiculously horny,” I shot back with a laugh. “Anyway, I’ll catch you later.”
I walked over to the blonde, who was standing by herself and watching me approach her.
“Hi, beautiful. I’m Ben. I saw you standing over here and I told my buddy that I’d be a fucking idiot if I didn’t come over here and tell you how sexy you looked tonight.”
The blonde ate up the compliment and beamed up at me. “Hi, I’m Veronica.”
“That’s a sexy name, Veroni
ca.” I placed my hand against the wall and leaned in toward her. I ran my other hand down the side of her arm and heard her inhale sharply as she arched her body toward me. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever fucked a blonde named Veronica.” My eyes never left hers as I spoke. I wanted her to know exactly how serious I was with those words.
“You’re not sure? How could you forget?”
“Well, sometimes I forget. But I think I’d remember if I’d fucked you.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” she purred, accepting my indirect invitation.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I moved my hand up her mini-skirt and between her legs. I felt her body tense as she shifted slightly to allow my hand to reach her more easily.
No panties. She’s here just begging to be fucked.
“Who said anything about going anywhere?” I flashed her a dangerous smile as I slid a finger across her opening. She was dripping wet and ready. I watched in satisfaction as her eyes fluttered uncontrollably as I circled her clit with my thumb. The second my two fingers entered her, she let out a gasp and grabbed my arms with both of her hands for support.
“So I’m looking for some fun…” I began as I moved in and out of her, allowing her wetness to cover the entire length of my fingers, “…and I heard blondes have more fun.” I licked my lips, knowing exactly where my mouth would be in due time.
“We do,” she whimpered as she began to squirm under my hand. She ran her nails across my back as she urged me to go deeper inside her. Instead of giving her what I knew she desperately wanted, I pulled my hand from under her mini-skirt.
“That’s what I like to hear, baby.” I moved my glistening fingers to her parted lips. “Now, I can’t stay because I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, but why don’t you give me a preview of how those juicy lips of yours move.”
Without any further encouragement, she began to seductively lick and suck her juices off my fingers as she held my gaze.
“You’re pretty fucking good at this, aren’t you?” I groaned and my dick hardened as her wet, silky lips moved up and down my fingers.
“Mmm,” she moaned in response.
“Baby, as much as I’d like to stay, I do really have a prior engagement that I need to get to.” I pulled my fingers from her lips and saw the instant disappointment wash over her face. “But why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll call you sometime and you can show me how those lips feel on my cock.”
A minute later, I was heading out of the bar with a new potential notch for my belt. I whipped out my phone to call a cab as I walked through the front door of the bar. At that same moment, a female figure came through the door from the other side and walked past me. I hadn’t seen her face, but I caught a glimpse of her long chestnut curls and smelled the intoxicating scent of her light floral perfume as she walked past.
I wasn’t sure why, but I turned around to take a closer look at her. She was walking away from me and the only thing I could see was an infinity symbol tattoo along the inside of her wrist. Something about the way her hips swayed confidently back and forth as she walked mesmerized me and I stood there staring after her, overwhelmed by a feeling I’d never felt before.
“Ben?” A voice broke through my trance. “Ben!”
I looked up to see Josh standing against the outside of the bar entrance smoking a cigarette. There was a confused expression on his face as he frowned at me.
“What?”
“Dude, I called your name like four times. You were just standing there in the middle of the doorway looking back in. Did you see something?”
“No. It was nothing.” I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. “Shit. What the fuck was in those Old Fashioneds?”
“What? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Probably just a little hammered. Heading home?”
“Yup, after this cigarette. You? You’re not staying with that blonde?”
Blonde? It took me a minute to register who he was talking about.
“Oh, no. Fuck no! Like I said, she was just the appetizer. I have the main course waiting for me.” I looked at my watch. 9:45 p.m. “And I’m already fifteen minutes late.”
“The redhead with the Kim Kardashian ass?” His eyes lit up in envy.
“Bingo. And let me tell you, I’m ravenous after that blonde appetizer and am ready for one fucking juicy meal.”
Just then, the cab pulled up in front of the bar.
“I want every single filthy detail tomorrow morning!” Josh yelled after me as I got into the cab.
“You can count on it!” I laughed.
But as I sat inside the cab as it took me to the Mission District, my thoughts were elsewhere. I wasn’t sure why, but all I could think about was that mystery woman with the infinity tattoo I had just seen.
CHAPTER TWO
“So tell me everything!”
I looked up to see Josh standing at the doorway of my office with a coffee mug in hand.
I glanced at my watch. 8:05 a.m.
“Aren’t we a fucking eager beaver this morning. I’ve been in the office for less than fifteen minutes, and you’re at my door. My computer hasn’t even booted up completely.”
Josh laughed sheepishly. “Actually, I stopped by earlier and you weren’t in yet. Your secretary said she’d call me the minute you were in.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “She probably thought you stopped by for a case.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled as he shuffled his feet. “She thought I needed to see you about the Parker case, and, well…I made no effort to correct her.”
I snickered. “Fucking lawyers.”
“So how did last night go?” He eagerly waited for me to answer.
“Dude, you seriously need to get laid. You’re more eager than a thirty-year old virgin.”
He laughed. “Enough about me. Tell me what happened, or I’ll be as miserable as a thirty-year old virgin.”
I smiled and leaned back against my chair. “Okay, what do you wanna know?”
“Everything?”
I laughed. “I have several documents to draft today for the Parker case, and I’ve already received a demanding email from Mr. Parker at six o’clock this morning demanding to see a polished draft by noon. So, sorry to burst your thirty-year-old virgin bubble, but I don’t have time to give you a play by play. You have ten minutes. Ask me three questions and I’ll answer them. Then get the fuck out of my office so I can get to work.”
Josh chuckled. “Fair enough. And this is why you’re going to make partner here. No other associate here at William & Sutter LLP is as bold and straightforward as you.”
“Stop trying to kiss my ass, and ask your goddamn questions already. Your ten minutes started thirty seconds ago.”
“Okay. Okay.” He paused and thought about it for a minute. “Question one: Was she as wild as you remembered?”
Just then, a beep sounded from my computer. I had just received a new email. Out of habit, I quickly pulled up my inbox to see who had emailed.
It was Mr. Parker. Fuck.
I’d only had a few email exchanges with him in the last few days, but I had a feeling he was going to be a handful to work with.
I quickly skimmed his email to see if there were any fires I had to put out.
To: Ben Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts
Mr. Chase:
One change to my email from this morning. Since Trent and I are scheduled to meet with your firm at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, I want to see the draft contracts by 10:00 a.m. today instead of noon. I trust that this will not be a problem on your end.
B. Parker
Acting Vice President
Parker, Inc.
“Jerkoff.” I glared at the computer screen.
“What? Did you hear my first question?”
For a second there, I had forgotten that Josh was in my office. What was it about this B. Parker that annoyed me so much?
> “Who fucking signs their name ‘B. Parker’? What a pretentious prick!”
“Oh, our client? Yeah, that’s actually because—”
“—whatever. I don’t fucking care. This fucking client of ours has moved up the deadline for these draft contracts twice already in the last two hours, and now it’s due at 10:00 a.m. Who fucking does that?”
“Um, not to sound like I don’t care, but is my ten minutes still running right now?”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yes, you fucker. Of course it’s running. And to answer your first question, no, she wasn’t as wild as I’d remembered. She was wilder.”
“What’d she do?”
“Is that your second question?” I joked.
“Come on, man. Just answer the fucking question.”
I laughed again. “Fine. I have a nickname for this firecracker. Red Delicious. Her apple-bottom ass is as sweet as a Red Delicious in the fall. While I was banging her doggy style, I honestly couldn’t stop staring at how her ass cheeks bounced up and down against me. And she kept begging me to smack her.”
“Did you?”
“Fuck yeah! Of course! You don’t say no to that kind of shit.”
“How did she react when you did?” His eyes were wide with interest. I had a feeling he was imagining himself fucking this redhead he’d never met before.
“Red Delicious is a screamer. You’d think I was hurting her by the way she was crying out when I was fucking her brains out.”
“Did you hurt her?” Josh’s question caught me by surprise.
“Are you and your wife into that kind of shit?”
“I wish.” I saw the disappointment in his eyes, and at that moment, I felt sorry for this fool.
Then another beep came from my inbox. It was another email from the client. Fuck, what now?
To: Ben Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts
Mr. Chase:
I have yet to receive a response to my last email. Please confirm that you will circulate the draft contracts by 10:00 a.m. today, so I can plan accordingly.
