by Laws, Tara
Sam continued, ‘Yeah, he’s the reason she quit. She said he had hooked her up or something and she wouldn’t need to strip anymore. I haven’t seen her since she quit.”
Lexi absorbed all of this. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sam suddenly changed the subject. “Let me tell you about my night last night,” she bubbled. “I made over five thousand dollars off this one guy that kept telling me how much I looked like Denise Richards and trying to grab my tits. He handed me a roll of bills and told me to hang on to it for a minute while he went to the bathroom. He never came back. Poor drunk bastard is probably still trying to figure out where he lost all his money at,” she said.
Lexi laughed, still considering Mr. Drake Whitson’s association with a stripper. She and Sam finished the atrocious bottle of Strawberry Hill and watched a few episodes of a raunchy dating show she had saved on TiVo before saying their goodbyes. Lexi went straight to bed and fell asleep. She slept soundly but woke up in a panic early the next morning. Oh my God. My alarm didn’t go off. I’m late on my second day. Damn Sam and her cheap drinking habits! her thoughts screamed at her. She rolled over and looked at the clock. It was only five a.m.
4.Lexi lay there in the dark. She was calmer now that she realized she had merely woken up before the alarm had sounded. She reached over and turned it off before rolling out of bed. Her head was pounding. She got up, put on some coffee and took a handful of aspirin before dragging herself into the shower. The hot water felt good as it ran over her pale, smooth skin. She pulled the shampoo from the shower caddy and washed her hair, letting the suds fall across her firm breasts and slide down her stomach and back. She rinsed her hair and then slathered on some conditioner, letting it work its magic while she shaved her legs, armpits and crotch. Lexi wasn’t very experienced in the sex department but she liked to keep her private area smooth in case an opportunity arose, so to speak.
It wasn’t that she was not attractive. Lexi was no stranger to stares and catcalls. Her thick auburn hair hung halfway down her back in loose curls. Her pale skin was virtually flawless, lending a porcelain look to her face. Her blue eyes drew people into them wherever she went. Her body was a perfect hourglass with a firm set of C cups and a perfect apple bottom that sat atop two long shapely legs. She just hadn’t had a great experience with the few partners she had previously been with, so she wasn’t so quick to just hop into bed with anyone.
She felt almost human again by the time she got out of the shower. She was going to have to ban Sam from the apartment on work nights if she expected to show up at the office with all her wits intact. She quickly blow dried her hair and pulled it up in a ponytail. She selected a knee length brown skirt and a pair of Mary Jane wedges, which she topped off with a simple button up white blouse. She finished up with a little powder and lip-gloss, grabbed a brown sweater and headed out the door to work.
Drake was already in the office when she got there. He looked her up and down when she arrived and smiled faintly. “Good morning, Mary Jane,” he teased as she made her way to her office unload the things she had brought from home for her desk. She placed several pictures on her desk and walked back to Drake’s desk.
“Good Morning, Drake,” she said. In truth, the Mary Jane comment had hurt her feelings. She suddenly felt dowdy. What was she thinking dressing like an Amish secretary? Oh well, nothing she could do about it now.
“Lexi, sit,” Drake replied. There it was, dog obedience training again. Lexi sat in a chair opposite of him and looked at him. “Lexi, I want to get you started out right. I know that you are fresh out of college and have a lot to learn. At the same time, I find that the interns that come into our business can often provide fresh perspectives and ideas that may have become stale with seasoned engineers. One of the key ingredients to success is appearing confident and well received. If you are going to be my intern, I cannot have you coming in looking like a frumpy kindergarten teacher. I need you to present yourself in a more professional manner,” he finished.
Lexi flushed a bright shade of crimson. She felt completely humiliated and couldn’t say anything in response. While she was still trying to overcome her embarrassment, Drake stood up and walked around his desk to sit in the chair beside her. He reached over and put his hand on hers. Her knuckles were white from gripping the chair so hard. With his other hand, he reached over and put his hand on her chin, pulling her face in his direction.
“Lexi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Please understand that I’m trying to help you grow. You are my first intern and I want to be able to have you stand in for me at any given occasion. My father no longer involves himself directly in the business and I have a lot on my shoulders. I need you to learn everything I can teach you and this is no different than if I were teaching you how to engineer a high tech aircraft. It’s a very small step in where I hope to take you someday,” he finished.
Lexi suddenly realized that her embarrassment had been replaced by heart palpitations resulting from his proximity to her and by his touch. She finally spoke, “Thank you, Drake. I will see if I can afford some nicer things to wear to the office. I will go shopping after work,” she managed.
“No, you most certainly will not, Drake said with a broad smile. Today, we are going shopping at work. Consider it a pre-signing bonus. Go get your handbag and let’s go,” he said enthusiastically.
“What? No. I…I…can’t accept that from you,” she said.
“You can and you will. Don’t think that I don’t know what we pay interns here. I can much better afford to dress you like I intend for you to be dressed. Plus, I have a feeling that the people I know can help you with what you should buy a lot better than you standing in the middle of some department store trying to figure out what you think I will find acceptable. This way, you will know that you are wearing what I want you to wear,” he said decisively. “Now, go!”
Lexi wasn’t sure how she felt about this, but she knew he was not going to take no for an answer so she resigned herself to accepting his offer. She went to her office and grabbed her handbag and walked slowly back to his office. She was surprised when he met her directly and placed a small kiss on her forehead. “Good girl,” he said.
Lexi was taken aback by the unprofessional behavior from someone who had just had an entire discussion with her about professionalism. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the jolt of electricity that ran down her spine. Secretly, she was excited about their little shopping trip. They headed out of the office together and got on the elevator. Drake pushed the button to go to the lobby and began to hum some tune Lexi was unfamiliar with as they descended.
A car picked them up on the curb and Drake told him to head to Saks on Peachtree. Lexi looked out the window as they rode. Her thoughts were swirling in so many directions that she couldn’t complete a single thought for them jumping off in different directions. Drake returned phone calls as they rode and then responded to some emails on his phone. “Remind me to requisition you a smartphone and a laptop when we get back to the office. You will need them to keep up with me,” he said with a slow smile. Lexi nodded, she felt bewildered.
Once they arrived at the store, Drake was a whirlwind of activity. The store associate addressed him by first name when they walked in and he introduced her to Lexi. He said something that Lexi could not hear and the associate glanced in her direction, looking her up and down. Lexi felt awkward again but it was short lived as the associate headed in her direction. “Well, love…let’s get started,” she said brightly.
After more than two hours in the store, Lexi exited with a whole new wardrobe. She wasn’t even wearing the clothes she had arrived in. Instead, she was wearing what could best described, in her opinion, as uptight rich bitch couture. It did look good on her though. Drake was pleased with the selections and announced that they would now go to brunch. They headed over to the Ritz Carlton to eat in The Café. Lexi had never been there. It was muc
h too pricey for her budget. The food was delicious.
“Okay, back to the grind with us,” Drake announced as they finished off the last of their food. He took care of the check and they made their way back to the car that was waiting for them near the entrance to the hotel. The driver was already out and holding the door open for them to slide right in and head back to the office. Lexi wasn’t feeling as self-conscious anymore. She did still feel a bit awkward about him having bought her clothing but she would have to let that go if she were to live up to his expectations.
Once they reached the office, it was all work the rest of the day.
5. Lexi and Drake spent hours pouring over technical drawings and mylars for a new project he was working on. He began showing her how a “real” drawing compared to what they teach you in college and she was an avid pupil. Her only issue that being so close to him was sending her hormones into a rampage. He made it damned hard to concentrate. They were so engrossed in the work that they didn’t even realize when five p.m. had come and gone. By the time they were done, it was almost six.
‘I’m sorry, Lexi. I didn’t realize what time it is. I’ve kept you too long today. Go ahead and get out of here,” he told her.
“I can stay if you need me,” she said quietly. For some reason, she didn’t want to leave yet. She wanted to stay and be near him. Lexi realized she was getting a crush on Drake Whitson and tried to shake the thought loose. Drake looked towards her and smiled. She was surprised when he suddenly reached up and pulled her to him, kissing her urgently. She put up no resistance, returning his kiss tenfold. Then he pulled back suddenly, a look of alarm on his face.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry again. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “You are a sweet girl. Far too good to be consorting with the likes of me. I feel like some letch of a boss now,” he half muttered.
“Its okay, Drake. You just work too much and I was here. We’ll pretend it didn’t happen,” she said. Inside, she didn’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. She wanted more, but she knew it was inappropriate.
“Don’t excuse me, Lexi. You don’t know what I’m really like. I have dark secrets that I keep hidden. I have peculiar tastes that you wouldn’t be interested in. I want you to respect me. I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of miscreant,” he said solemnly.
“It can’t be that bad, Drake. What is it that is so deep and dismal that you think it will get you branded a weirdo?” she asked.
Drake looked at her, some old pain showing clearly in his eyes. Then they turned to the grey blue steel of cool metal. “Right now, I want to yank up that expensive skirt I forced you to wear, pull down the nice lace panties you are wearing underneath and spank your bottom until it has bright red handprints all over it, my handprints. I want to own you and have you do as I please, whenever I please. I want to control you,” he said.
Lexi looked at him with a shocked look. Inside, her heart was pounding. The thought of him spanking her had some sort of erotic thrill to it that she couldn’t comprehend. Instead, she found herself squirming a little against the sudden longing she felt to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She had never felt like this with anyone and most certainly, not so soon after knowing them. Was it his power? His confidence? What was it that drew her to him like this?
Lexi walked over and closed the door as he stood and looked after her with a haunted look. She locked the door and walked back over to his desk and around it. She rolled the chair he was sitting in back and stood in front of him, facing away. He watched as she slowly slid up her skirt and pulled her panties down just below her ass cheeks before leaning forward across his desk so that her ass was turned upward in front of him. “Do what you need to do, Sir,” she said flatly.
“No! I can’t. This isn’t right. Get dressed and get out,” he barked at her, storming away from her and across the room.
Lexi was horrified. What had she done? She yanked up her panties and ran to her office, grabbing her handbag and her pictures off the desk and exiting from the door that led directly from her office to the hall. She practically ran out of the building to her car and put as much distance between herself and Drake Whitson as quickly as possible. Once she arrived at home, she yanked off the clothes he had bought her and pulled an old oversize T-shirt over her head before collapsing on the couch where she burst into tears.
All she could think about was how she could have been so stupid. It didn’t matter what he had said. She should have taken him at his word. She should have been more professional and not let her attraction to him get out of hand. She was so screwed. Not only had she made a fool of herself, but she had just tossed out her opportunity to be taken seriously and accomplish her goal of becoming a respected engineer in the country.
She went to the refrigerator and grabbed a Blue Moon, digging around for the small container of orange wedges buried amid the clutter of leftovers that should have been cleaned out eons ago. She practically inhaled it as she sat on the couch and contemplated her fate. The first one was followed by several more until the only thought she could sensibly muster was “How did he know I had on lace panties?”
She was suddenly startled as someone knocked on the door. It must be Sam stopping by on her way to her nightly shift at the club. She stumbled over to the door and opened it to find Drake standing there. Great…just what she needed. “What do you want, Mr. Whitson?” she said coldly.
“Oh, its Mr. Whitson now, is it?” he said with a hint of agitation in his voice.
“How did you find my apartment?” she asked as she turned and walked away from him. Drake stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“I have access to the personnel files, Lexi. It wasn’t rocket science,” he said.
“What do you want?” she said.
Drake looked at her for a moment and then reached out and grabbed a handful of her shirt, yanking her to him so that his lips were almost on hers when he spoke, “…to finish what I started,” he said to her. He pulled her over to the couch by her shirt and tossed her over his lap, pushing up the t-shirt and yanking down her panties as she tried to squirm away in anger. He was too strong for her and held her down, raising his hand and giving her a nice hard slap on her lily-white ass. She yelped as she felt the sting of it on her tender bottom.
Drake smiled as he admired the angry red handprint he had created on her round white butt cheek. He raised his hand again and made a matching one on the opposite side, taking a moment to softly rub both of them in a soothing circular motion. He leaned forward and planted small kisses on each of them before once again using his hand to give her three sharp raps on the ass. He then pulled up her panties and let her go.
Lexi jumped up and glared at him. Part of her was incredibly turned on, but she was also angry that he thought he had the right to come here and do what he wanted after kicking her out of his office like he did. She took a swing at him and was surprised when he caught her hand in his. “We’re feisty now, aren’t we?” he said. “You really want to hit me, Lexi? Do you?”
Lexi did. She took another swing at him only to miss. He grabbed her by the waist and laughed. “Oh, you do need a spanking,” he said. He tried to pull her back across his knee but she fought him and ended up pushed back up against the front door with her hands being held over her head by his. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily until she calmed down and began to respond to him. He held her there until he felt her resistance subside then let go of her hands, grabbing her t-shirt and pulling it over her head.
Lexi could feel his erection stabbing her from beneath his khaki pants and she felt the dampness of her excitement seeping through the lace of her panties. He lowered his head to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples, already hard with anticipation. She gasped as he sucked it in to his mouth and then bit down on it, rolling it slightly between his teeth before pulling it outward with them and then letting it pop loose. Lexi moaned.
“Can you handle this, Lexi? It’s going to get rough. Are you ready to go the distance with me?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Yes, what?’ he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she slowly exhaled.
“Good girl,” he said, as he turned his attention once again to her flushed nipples, nibbling and biting them as she moaned and squirmed against the door. “Shut up,” he told her. “I want you to be quiet.”
Lexi sucked in her breath and tried not to make noises as he tormented her tender buds with his teeth. He suddenly let go and turned his attention to her tiny adjoining kitchen. She leaned awkwardly against the door as he walked to the kitchen and picked up some things that she couldn’t quite see over the countertop between them. When he returned she saw that he had pulled several of the magnetic chip clips from the fridge and that there was a large bamboo spoon in his hand. Her eyes widened.
“Lexi, come,” he said to her as he stood near the couch. She walked over to him and stood in front of him. He pinched one of her nipples between his fingers and then rolled them around until it was a hard post. He opened one of the clips and clamped it onto the erect nipple. She almost groaned but remembered that she was supposed to be quiet and bit her lip instead. Drake repeated his actions with the other nipple before clamping it with another chip clip. “Very good,” he said as he pulled down on them just slightly. It wasn’t enough to pull them off but was enough to send shockwaves through her system. She couldn’t believe how it could be painful and so damn stimulating at the same time.
Drake reached forward with his free hand and ripped the thin lace panties off of her before reaching between her legs to massage her clit with his fingers, rubbing it at first but then pinching it between two of his fingers and stroking it as if it were a miniature version of his cock. Lexi had never felt anything like it and thought she was going to come just from the friction against it. Then he stopped and she felt him clamp the last of the clips onto the tiny organ. Lexi could not believe how much the pain he was inflicting in small ways was adding up in intensity to make her incredibly horny.
