by Angela Blake
“I’m not going to say sorry,” Nicole told Vanessa. She dropped the blanket and just stood there, naked and wet in perspiration. She could even feel the juice of sex from her last session with Michael between her legs. “Married or not, he chose me. I don’t care if he never divorces you. You can carry his name, you can own his money and everything else but I own his heart.”
“Vanessa?” Michael’s voice echoed as he walked into the room. He had his pants on.
“Jesus Christ,” Michael said as he saw what was going on. “Nicole, I’m sorry. Vanessa, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Vanessa turned around and motioned to slap him in the face. She stopped herself at the last moment and balled her fingers into a fist. “Fuck you. Fuck you both.”
Chapter Eight
“Vanessa, just hold on a minute,” Michael reached out and tried to stop his wife from stomping out of the house.
Nicole, who watched the two continue to argue in the main reception hall, hurried back to the bedroom and got her clothes back on. She managed to get dressed right as Vanessa was about to rush out of the house.
“Hold on, stop!” Nicole shouted out to Vanessa. “Hold on, right there. Don’t leave the fucking house, you goddamn privileged bitch.”
That got Michael to drop his jaw in shock and Vanessa to turn around. The latter stomped back and made her way closer to Nicole.
“What the hell did you just say?” Vanessa asked Nicole.
“I called you a privileged bitch,” Nicole repeated, louder and clearer. Michael was about to step in and interrupt but Nicole stopped with her hand. “You’re already married to him. What do you have to lose? Everything but his cock and love are yours. You already get those from someone else. I know you’re fucking some rich boy every time you leave this place anyway.”
Vanessa’s face twisted with surprise and for a moment she couldn’t find the words to retaliate. “You calling me a whore?”
“Whores get paid, you’re just a slut,” Nicole clarified. “Just a slut, fucking someone else, just like me. You call me a bitch, well honey so are you.”
Michael stood between the two, surprised and unsure of what to do or say. He did know that Nicole was right - Vanessa was sleeping with someone. She never admitted it but the signs were always there.
“Here’re the facts,” Nicole told Vanessa. “If you try to divorce Michael for sleeping with me then honey you’ll get in trouble too for all of your extra-marital activities. You bring one of us down, you bring the whole ship down.”
Vanessa paused and her eyes flickered as the thoughts circled in her mind. She knew Nicole was right. There was no way of getting out of this. If she would divorce Michael then she would lose everything as well. If she forced Michael to stop going out with Nicole then she would have to stop dating her guy as well.
Nicole had everything and everyone in the palm of her hand.
“Why are you here?” Michael asked Vanessa. “I thought you were heading out with your friends?”
Vanessa snapped. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large, pink vibrator shaped like a man’s cock. “I forgot my fucking vibrator, you idiot. My vibrator. The damn toy I was going to bring to have fun with Jared.”
Michael’s jaw dropped again. Nicole thought that all of the revelations were driving Michael insane.
“Who the fuck is Jared?” Nicole had to ask.
“His friend from Ohio,” Vanessa shot back. “He was the best man for our wedding. The stupid wedding our parents forged without any of our consent. You know what, you want Michael? Sure, you can fucking keep him. Fuck him all you want. I don’t care anymore, I fucking give up.”
Vanessa gave one last look at them both and then stormed out.
For several moments Michael and Nicole stood in utter silence, shocked and unsure of what to do or what to say. Nicole could only look at Michael and hope he knew what to do next.
Everything was now out in the open. Vanessa caught them in the act. She walked in on Nicole snooping around. In all honesty, Vanessa held all the cards since she could file for divorce and humiliate both Nicole and Michael in a single move. It was just a good thing that Nicole new Vanessa wasn’t being entirely faithful either and Michael got Vanessa to admit it too. They were in an impasse now.
“So,” Michael finally said, breaking the silence. “How about we order pizza?”
Nicole burst out laughing and she couldn’t help but punch Michael softly in the shoulder, “You idiot. Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Michael answered as he shut the door, locked it and began walking back to the bedroom. “I need to calm down and clear my mind of all this nonsense. I do have to ask though, what were you doing in her bedroom?”
“I just wanted to know what she looked like,” Nicole answered as she grabbed his hand and walked with him. “I was curious. I wanted to know why you don’t feel anything for her. I wanted to know why I was so important to you and what made me stand out.”
Michael paused and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I did love her, once, but that was a long time ago. At one point I honestly did try to make her happy. I thought she was gorgeous and I thought she was hot.”
“What happened?”
“I got to know who she really was,” he answered as he led her back to the bedroom. They both hopped onto the bed and Michael cuddled Nicole closely before wrapping them both with his blanket. “It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s a bitch.”
Nicole rolled her eyes and said, “Well, that’s true. I figured she was mean since there had to be some reason for you to go out and spend your money on other girls but she leapt over all my expectations. I mean, she’s like the damn Terminator or something.”
They both chuckled at her comment and both knew it was true.
“What does this mean, though?” Nicole asked. She leaned back and rested her head on his chest.
Michael shrugged, “I guess we just continue on. We’ll never even feel her presence now that the truth about everyone’s lives has been spilled out in the open. We don’t need to hide from her and she doesn’t need to hide her activities from me either.”
That was a reality Nicole never thought would come true. She shut her eyes for a moment and pondered over what it would mean in the near future and what it could result to in the long run.
Nicole couldn’t sort it all out, though, and just decided to go with the flow. For the time being, she had everything she wanted. For one time in her life she had the hot, rich bad boy and the position to tell his bitchy wife to stay out of their way. It was like high school all over again except this time she was in charge.
Chapter Nine
Three days later and they were still together. Michael took her out to the movies and they hung out in the same club they first met in for a dance and some drinks. She got bored on the second day and he was kind enough to take her out shopping.
By the evening of the third day since Vanessa left Nicole got a call from one of her new employers. She was told they had a photoshoot scheduled for her and she had to report in an hour before the photographers would arrive. That was still a few days away, however, and Michael was elevated to know he could keep her in his manor for a while longer.
“Why don’t you just move in here?” he asked her that night as they were driving back to her apartment. She had to pick up some new clothes from the laundry and make sure no one broke into her place. “If you just live with me I can take care of you. You won’t have to work and we’ll always be together.”
Nicole looked at him from the passenger seat. She reached out and held his hand, rubbing his fingers as he gripped on the steering wheel. “You know why I can’t, right? It’s still Vanessa’s home and besides, if I live there then it won’t take long for the press to put two and two together. You’ll headline all the tabloids for weeks.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s paparazzi already snooping around my house trying to figure o
ut who you are,” Michael told her, his eyes glued to the road. “Vanessa won’t even feel your presence. We can put you up in the second floor and I’ll always stay there with you. When she comes by, she’ll only stay in her room and the facilities in the first floor. She’ll then leave and it’ll be like nothing happened.”
That was definitely appealing. Nicole took a moment to think about it but there was just so many little details stopping her from accepting the offer.
“I don’t know, babe,” she told him. “Let’s just take it a little slowly. Let me see how this situation grows with Vanessa. If it turns out all right after a month or two, then sure, I’ll move in. I just don’t want to do it now and end up regretting the decision later on.”
Michael was silent and she knew he was digesting everything she just told him. Being a rich playboy, it was probably one of the few times anyone ever stood up to him and denied him what he wanted. That slightly agitated Nicole because she feared she might end up becoming exactly like Vanessa.
“Okay, I get where you’re coming from,” he told her as he took a left turn and entered the apartment compound. “I have to admit I was hoping you’d just agree but at least you’re not flat-out saying no.”
Nicole nodded, “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying let’s give it some time and if everything looks nice and settled then I’ll definitely move in with you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me then,” Michael said. He had a beaming look of euphoria emanating from him and Nicole figured she succeeded in managing that situation. “However, I want something in return for my patience.”
Nicole giggled and wrapped an arm around his just as he parked in front of her apartment, “What do you want, my master?”
“That’s an appealing term,” Michael commented. “Well, how about we start with taking your hands and using them to undo my zipper.”
A wicked smile grew on Nicole’s face. She kept her gaze glued to his as she zipped down and reached for his cock. When she grabbed it she noticed it was already getting stiff. She wasted no time in liberating it from his pants and looked with glee as it popped out into the open air. The mere sight of his manhood got Nicole drooling and her pussy began to moisten in anticipation.
“You’re looking horny already,” Michael also noticed how turned on she was. “Let’s work on that. Come on down, babe, give me the best blow job you can.”
Nicole didn’t say a single word. She was already thinking of it before he even said it and was halfway down by the time he finished his sentence. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. Toying with it using her tongue, she felt a warm sense of joy whenever he’d jolt, grunt or moan in pleasure.
Michael took her by the hair and gripped her head with his hands. Nicole knew he was getting really turned on by the way she played with his cock in her mouth and this feeling intensified when he pushed down on her head.
Instantly she felt his cock thrust deep into her mouth and her throat. Her eyes squinted and for a fleeting second she couldn’t breathe but then her head went up. He gave her half a moment to gather her bearings before slamming her head back down. Her throat constricted, tightening around his cock.
Nicole loved every second. As she deepthroated his cock she slobbered all over it and moaned in ecstasy. Unconsciously she had reached down between her legs and was playing with her clit as Michael continued to push and pull her head onto his cock.
In no time at all he exploded, flooding her mouth with his warm cum. She kept his cock in her mouth, swallowing as much of his seed as she could. Some of his fluid began to drool by the side of her lips and she gleefully licked it all clean.
When she looked up at him, she saw he was soaking in the moment. His eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily but there was a satisfied look on his face, a look she took pride in knowing it was her who brought it onto him.
It was at that moment that Nicole felt all the power in the world was in her hands. Even with the truth out in the open, Michael was hers. He wanted her, he desired her, he couldn’t handle losing her and he wouldn’t give her up even with Vanessa already in his life.
“Baby,” Nicole whispered in a low, sultry voice to seduce him even further. “Baby, I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
That turned on a switch in Michael that drove Nicole insane. She smiled when she saw how his face lit up like it was on fire. He grabbed her, pulled her out of the passenger seat and placed her on his lap. Michael immediately reclined his chair and then worked on raising her skirt. When he couldn’t find a way to help Nicole out of her panties her grabbed the fabric and tore them right off.
“Come here baby,” he told her as he guided his cock into her pussy. Nicole let out a soft moan as she felt his manhood penetrate into her flesh. She sat on his cock and felt it burst into her very body and she cooed softly with every moment it rubbed against her flesh.
“Come here baby,” Michael repeated. “Let me make some magic with you. I’m all yours. You’re mine.”
Nicole smiled to herself. Those were the words she wanted to hear. Before she let go of her mind and fucked him in his car, she finally took a moment to bask herself in the satisfaction.
THE END
In The Woods: A Workplace Romance
Chapter One
Ashlyn adjusted the settings on the camera one more time. She couldn’t believe that she was about to shoot scenes for the movie Firebird. She had always dreamed of filming, and being here felt surreal. It just seemed as though the preparations were taking forever! Gary Phogot was an up-and-coming director. The tabloids said he had promise, but that he hadn’t produced a movie yet that really grabbed into the public.
Ashlyn looked around and saw that many of the other togs were sitting around. Some were talking; some were eating the drinks provided. They certainly weren’t worried about their cameras flying away. Ashlyn decided she had to do something to relax. Her part in the filming would come soon enough.
“That looks good,” Ashlyn said, approaching one of the togs and commenting on their plate of food.
The man held it up and smiled. “Would you like to try some?”
Ashlyn grabbed a small handful of the trail mix and began eating it piece by piece as she tuned into the man’s conversation with another woman working on set. “. . .badly run. Before, we were very efficient. Now, it’s a lot of sitting, a lot of waiting, and not a lot of working.”
“You say that like’s a bad thing,” the woman answered. “We’re still being paid the same, so what does it matter?”
Ashlyn’s eyes traveled over to the director who was giving orders and flapping his hands like a bird who was desperately trying to take flight. Maybe he really was trying to move things along. The director motioned toward the woman in charge of the extras.
Ashlyn shook her head and turned away as the extras started filing in. She felt a little sick to her stomach. Her luck had never been very good. When she was growing up, all she had wanted was to be an extra. She hadn’t even asked for a speaking part, and here were others receiving their places easily. Her luck never seemed to take her very far, but then, that was normal. She hadn’t been able to finish film school either for lack of money. She’d had to beef up her resume with a few lies before anyone would take her.
But, it seemed to have work well in the end. Here she was, almost ready to begin filming her first scene. Ashlyn walked back over to the camera that had been assigned to her, her camera, and began fidgeting with it again. She looked up and watched the director direct. The extras were being led over to a certain part of the forest, and Ashlyn wondered why they needed so many. It’s not as though they were filming in the city.
One of the extras was pulled aside, and Ashlyn found her stomach flipping over as she studied him. She had never been one of those girls desperate to have a man, but this man was very attractive. He drew Ashlyn’s eye immediately. Ashlyn studied him as he listened carefully to the director’s instructions.
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He had dark skin that looked as smooth as an undisturbed cup of hot cocoa. His hair was cut short, and when he smiled at the director, Ashlyn felt her heart beat hard. He was very handsome. After a pause, where she seemed to be struggling for control over her body, Ashlyn pulled away and forced herself to focus on something else. She struck up a conversation with a cameraman who was standing nearby.
“So,” she said, “what’s the protocol for filming? Do you know if we’re going to start this year?”
The guy looked up from his phone as though surprised that someone was talking to him. “Oh, yeah. Soon. Sorry, my girlfriend is being needy.”
Ashlyn glanced at his phone. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never been great at conversing with others. She was more of an introvert.
“So, shouldn’t we go ahead and set up our cameras?” she asked, more out of something to say than really thinking he would know the answer.
The guy shrugged. “I don’t think so. Gary will tell us when we’re supposed to do something. Just stay quiet and out of his way until that happens.”
Ashlyn smiled. “Okay. I’m just so excited to start that I want to be ready.”
The guy smiled a crooked smile at her as if seeing her for the first time. “I remember being a newbie.” He slapped her arm as one friend would to another. “Enjoy it. Pretty soon, you get bogged down and life, and then sometimes, you forget how much you loved working with a camera in the first place.”
“I don’t think I could ever forget that,” Ashlyn said.
Gary came over a few minutes later and began shouting hurried directions. Ashlyn adjusted her camera and focused on the area she was assigned. Everyone was in place and ready to start the frame.
