by Jessie Cooke
good to his employees. I have no complaints about the job or the pay or the benefits…but “nice,” I don’t know that I know him well enough to speak to that one.”
“Oh, well, he was nice to me. I suppose I should go. I have to be in Queens before seven.”
The officer grinned and said, “Have fun in this baby…but careful not to let it get away from you. She’s got a 6.0-litre capacity, 510 HP engine. She’ll go 0-60 in 4.6. But it will be the drive of your life.” I didn’t know what most of that meant, but he looked impressed.
“Thanks,” I told him. “I’ll be careful.”
Two hours later as I was cruising back from Queens along the parkway at about eighty miles per hour…I knew exactly what he was talking about. I was surrounded by so much luxury on the inside that I couldn’t even hear the purr of the engine…but I could feel it. It was one of the most visceral experiences I’ve ever had. I could actually feel the road…and the steering…oh my God! There is no way to explain going into a curve in this baby! I am so hot for this car!
I was getting close to my exit in Manhattan when I saw the red and blue lights of the police cruiser in my rear-view. All that adrenaline that had been surging through me as I drove suddenly converted itself into anxiety. I’m going to get a ticket in Axel Maxwell’s car! My new boss will know I was speeding in his car! My job is soooo over.
5
Holly
I slowed down and maneuvered the pretty little car off onto the shoulder. The trooper pulled in behind me and I could tell that he was running the plates. I had another horrible thought…what if he doesn’t believe that Axel loaned it to me? What if he thinks I stole it?
I kept my head straight and my hands at ten and two on the wheel as he approached the car. “Evening, Miss.”
“Good evening officer,” I said with the biggest smile I could muster. It’s times like this that I really wish I was sexy.
“License and registration please.” I reached into my purse and took out my wallet. As I was fishing out my license I said,
“Was I speeding?” He gave me a look that didn’t need an explanation. I handed him the license and then looked in the console box for the registration. I found that too and handed it to him. He looked at them both and then said,
“Axel Maxwell owns this car?”
“Yes sir…”
“Why are you driving it?”
“He loaned it to me…I mean, not really loaned…”
“Miss step out of the car.”
“What? Why?”
“I need to speak to the owner of this vehicle before I can send you on your way. Now, step out of the car, please.”
Shit! I stepped out of the car. “Do you want me to call him? He’s in L.A. I don’t know if he’ll answer…”
“What’s his number?”
“I don’t know it…”
“Such good friends that he loans you his quarter of a million-dollar car and you don’t even know his number?”
“I just got it…” The son of a bitch wouldn’t let me finish.
“Until I talk to him, I’m not going to be able to let you go.”
“Officer, I’m trying to tell you that his number is in my phone. He’s my boss. This is my first day on the job….”
He raised a bushy eyebrow and said, “And he let you drive this car your first day?”
“He really did.” I was on the verge of tears. I was trying hard to hold them back.
The officer said, “Go ahead and get your phone out.” I reached in the car and grabbed it. I pressed Axel’s number and handed the phone to the officer. He put it on speaker and the first ring I heard Axel say,
“Axel Maxwell.” Thank God!
“Mr. Maxwell, this is Officer Ford of the N.Y.P.D. I have a Miss Acosta here…”
“Is she okay?” he sounded genuinely worried. I was touched.
“She’s fine. I clocked her going eighty-two in a sixty-five in a pretty little Aston that’s registered to you.”
“I loaned it to her.”
“Okay. You understand we had to make sure. It seems odd to…”
“To what officer? You never loan your car to your girlfriend?”
I hoped my face didn’t look as surprised as I felt. The officer looked at me as if to say, “Why didn’t you say so?” Trust me, if that was the case…I would have said. The officer chuckled and said, “I’m afraid I might just be so selfish that if I had a car like this one…I wouldn’t let anyone drive it.”
I heard Axel laugh and say, “Well, Holly isn’t just anyone. But, to make sure she doesn’t do anything like speeding again, I’ll make sure she gets a firm spanking when I get back.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe and all the way home, I couldn’t stop smiling. I reluctantly dropped Axel’s car off in the parking garage before heading to Mark’s. My little Scion just didn’t seem like what she used to be tonight.
I walked into the apartment and Mark had a feast of Chinese Food set up on the table. Candles were burning and true to his word, a bottle of wine was chilling. Once again I felt a stab of guilt. I’m not sure why I feel guilty…I haven’t done anything…fantasies and daydreams aren’t cheating, right? I’d never felt this way before…completely unsatisfied with everything in my life suddenly. I get to drive an expensive car and suddenly the car I prized so much meant less to me. I get to spend the day being flirted with by an incredibly sexy man and suddenly my very handsome, sweet boyfriend wasn’t good enough. What the hell is wrong with me?
“How was the trip to Queens?” he asked after giving me a peck on the cheek.
“It was fine,” I told him…. “But now I want you…”
He pulled his face back and looked at me. “Right now? Don’t you want to eat first?”
“Maybe I’ll spread chow Mein all over your body and eat it off…”
He laughed. I pressed harder into him and gave him a passionate kiss. I wanted him to know that I was serious. When I let him up for air he said, “Wow that was nice…”
“Just nice?”
“Very, very nice. Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”
“Why don’t we do it right here?”
“In the dining room? The food is out?” I set my jaw tight. I was trying to be patient.
“Okay, let’s go into the living room then.” He raised his eyebrows but he didn’t protest. He tried to head for the couch but I pulled on his arm and coaxed him back towards the wall. I put my back against it and pulled him in for another kiss. I rubbed my pelvis against his. I could feel his cock pressing against his jeans.
“Rip my clothes off and fuck me baby.”
He pulled back again. “Right here? Against the wall? Isn’t this your good work suit? I just picked it up from the cleaners…” Fuck! He’s killing me. I needed to be fucked…even if I was going to have to settle for vanilla.
“Fine, what about the couch?”
“What’s all this about?” I put my lips against his neck and into his flesh I said,
“Don’t you feel like trying something new? We do it in the bedroom all the time.” I bit down on
his neck and he shivered and said,
“Okay, the couch is good.”
We stood in front of the couch and I began undressing him. He’d finally put his hands underneath my blazer and he was pushing it off…I closed my eyes and imagined he was ripping it off…then I imagined that he was Axel. Shit! I scrubbed that image and said, “Take your clothes off baby.”
Mark is not much of an adventurer, but he wasn’t going to scoff at taking off his clothes for me.
He began to strip as I took off the rest of mine. When he was naked, I used both hands to shove him down on the couch. He looked surprised, but he leaned back and reached up for me. I straddled his lap and rubbed my wet pussy across his hard cock.
“Oh baby…what’s got you so horny tonight?”
I kissed his lips… “You of course,” I ran my tongue across his bottom lip and then I bit down on it.
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“Ouch! Not so hard, babe.”
The frustration tugged at me again until I felt his hard cock pulse up against me. Shit! I need to be fucked. I pushed up so that I was on my knees on either side of him. I lined him up with my opening and sat straight down, impaling myself with his cock. He cried out and his hands came up to cover my tits.
“Squeeze them, Mark!” I was bouncing up and down, taking him in deep each time. He began to
massage my breasts and used his fingers to massage my nipples…gently. “Harder Mark! Squeeze them! Pinch them!” He applied a little more pressure. “Fuck Mark! Harder!” I was riding him like a wild stallion but I needed more. “Bite my nipples Mark.” He put his mouth on them and began to lick. “No! Don’t lick! Bite!”
He looked up at me like I was an alien. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Please Mark! Just this once! Give it to me rough! Be aggressive! Take what you want from me.”
That seemed to egg him on a little bit. Instead of licking my nipples, he used his teeth…but he only grazed them. I was willing to go with that but within seconds Mark grabbed my hips with both of his hands and said,
“I’m coming baby!”
“No Mark, not yet baby. Hold back. Don’t come yet!”
“I can’t you’re too sexy…” Before I got another word out, I felt him come. He grunted loudly and
thrust into me hard a few times before he relaxed and pressed his face into my sweaty chest. “Wow baby…that was…different.”
“Different good?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah,” he said in a breathless voice. He kissed my lips and said, “I’m gonna shower before
we eat.” Just like that, it was over. My clit was still swollen and my nipples still ached for attention…I still needed to be fucked. I need to come. I watched him go and listened for the shower to come on. As soon as I heard it, I ran into the kitchen and got a banana off the counter. I didn’t bother to take it back into the living room with me. I slid it straight up into my pussy and let out a loud moan of relief. As I was pulling it out…aching already to shove it back in, I heard Mark’s voice,
“Hey baby I was going to ask you….” I looked up and my sweet boyfriend was standing there looking like he was going to faint from the pure shock of catching me standing in his kitchen with a banana in my pussy. This one might take some explaining….
6
Axel
Our flight was delayed in L.A. It wasn’t much of a surprise. LAX is a hellhole. If I was a terrorist…it would be the first to go. Thank God for good blow and my iPhone or I would have had to endure the incessant chatter of my two meaty security guards, Wes and Chris. They’re brothers…which was my first mistake when I hired them. They sit on the plane and talk about mundane things about last week’s dinner with mom and cousin Al’s hemorrhoidectomy. I fired them once for discussing the boil on Aunt Sarah’s ass…but quickly found out that finding two meatheads that would safeguard my pretty ass and stand by quietly while I snorted my blow and fucked other people’s wives and keep their mouths shut about it was priceless. I offered them double their salary to come back and now I have to endure.
At least my trip to Los Angeles was a roaring success. I managed to swing a merger with one of the biggest recording companies in the U.S. and I had some fabulous sex with the C.E.O. She’s a little older than I usually like them…but she’s married enough that I didn’t have to worry she was going to want much more than a fast and furious bang in the office or sue me when I have to fire her…because of course she won’t be staying on when I take over.
Speaking of Fast and Furious…I need to look into getting me one of those ’67 Camaros like Vin Diesel drove in number six. I could take my new little secretary out for a drive…now that I know she likes speed. I could see us flying down the coast with her sweet red lips wrapped around my cock and those masses of dark brown hair fanning out as she bobs her head up and down. Mm…she’s supposed to be meeting me at the airport today in the Aston…I’d just hate to get those seats sticky…I really should sleep tonight…it’s been two…maybe three days and my thoughts are beginning to merge from a thousand into one.
We got off the plane at JFK finally and as we headed through the concourse my sexy secretary came into view. I stopped in my tracks about two feet from her and Tweedle Dee and his brother almost ran into me. So much for watching my every step. I zeroed in on the guy she was talking to. It was Jesse Lee, rock star extraordinaire. I hate that fucker. I know hate is a strong word and I rarely ever use it…but if I had a nemesis…It would be Jesse fucking Lee. He’s wearing his signature tight V-neck t-shirt with faded, ripped jeans and black combat boots. He’s got a hoop in his eyebrow and one poking through his bottom lip. His arms are covered with tattoos and the V in those tight t-shirts showcase the ones that cover his chest as well.
I watched with disgust as he flashed her a grin with those perfectly straight white teeth and she blushed. I know for a fact there are tiny little nubs of stained and crooked teeth underneath those veneers…not to mention the fat kid that I know still lives inside of him. Holly’s pretty brown eyes are so focused on his “oh-so-pretty” face that she doesn’t even see me. I’m standing right fucking here surrounded by two large, bald men…how does she not see me? Am I invisible?
She fished in her purse and pulled out a pen and a tiny little pad and handed it to him. Dear God, she’s getting his autograph. I might just get sick right here. He takes his time signing it…probably trying to remember how to spell Lee…and then he handed it back to her holding onto her hand way too long. She didn’t pull back and her eyes sparkled as she thanked him. If she wasn’t the hottest secretary I’ve ever had, I’d fire her on the spot. It finally took me clearing my throat for her to look at me. It seemed to take her several seconds to process who she was looking at. Perhaps all the blood from her head had accumulated in her clit.
“Axel!” Well, she does remember me.
I flashed my most devastating smile…all real enamel. “Hello Holly…Jesse.”
Jesse looked surprised to see me…and not at all delighted. “Axel.”
“You two know each other?” Holly asked in her wide-eyed, innocent way. I wish that didn’t turn me on so much.
“That we do,” my nemesis said.
“We go way back,” I told her. “I’d love to catch up but we should be getting back to the office now Holly. There’s a matter that you and I have to take care of.”
“Oh, of course.” She turned back to Jesse and smiled brightly. Her spanking was going to be well-deserved.
We parted ways with Mike and Ike at the Aston. I only use them for travel and large events. Holly tried to hand me the keys. “No, you drive. Just don’t get stopped or I’ll have to spank you twice.” She laughed. Little did she know I wasn’t kidding, not even a little bit. Before the day was over I planned to have her laying crossways on my lap with her sweet ass shining red like a beacon.
When we got back to the office I had a pile of calls I had to return and paperwork that needed to be signed. I’d been locked in the office for hours doing all of that when Holly stuck her head in and said,
“Don’t forget your meeting at four with Bridgette Stone.” Fuck! I’d forgotten all about that. Bridgette Stone is the grand-daughter of the literal king of the recording industry. She was born practically royal and she has no problem whatsoever at all using her trust-fund status to get what she wants. A few years back Bridgette and I dated. While we were dating, I broke a cardinal rule…never enter a business agreement with a woman who likes to tie you up and whip you with a “Please Sir-Flogger.” She and I bought a small recording studio in Rhode Island together. I would have sold my share of it by now…but the damned thing was making money hand over fist. So now I was stuck with my monthly meetings with Bridgette…a woman scorned.
I ran my hand over my face and rubbed my eyes. “Are you tired, Axel?” Holly asked, sweetly.
I nodded. “Yeah, the time chang
e is getting to me.” Not to mention crashing from the two grams of coke I snorted since I left New York. “Maybe you could be a doll and run and get me Venti Mocha with an extra shot?”
“Of course,” she said.
I smiled at her. She was always so eager to please. My cock shifted positions in my pants…I think it was getting ready to strike. “Thank you. I think we can fit your spanking in when this meeting is over.” She looked at me this time with questions in her eyes. She was finally beginning to realize that I wasn’t kidding. She finally settled on another giggle before she left. I was still smiling at the thought of her pretty face when Bridgette walked in the door.
“Hi there, gorgeous!” It’s what she always opens and closes with. We can be at each other’s throats for an entire meeting and before she leaves she’ll say, “See ya later, gorgeous!”
Bridgette is an attractive woman…just not really my type. She’s what I would call “harsh.” She reminds me too much of Glenda the kinky witch actually…*Shudder.* She’s about five seven with really long too-tanned legs and arms. She keeps her hair bleached in a color that’s not found anywhere in nature and if she has one more boob job…well I’m not certain, but I think she might just float away.
She sat down in front of my desk and I said, “Hello Bridgette. Did you bring me a demo tape?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, of course I did. Why does it have to be all business with us though, Axel? I miss the good times we used to have.”
“I thought we agreed that we just weren’t meant to have a “relationship” Bridgette.”
“We don’t have to have a relationship to have a little fun, do we?”
“Oh Bridgette…you know I love you, but things with us always ended badly.”
“Like the last time we were together and you refused to come?”
I laughed. “I didn’t refuse.”
“You didn’t come. Are you saying I’m just not sexy enough?”
