Dominating Vyolet

by Nicole Casey

  “O-oh, hi there sir,” she purred like a kitten and never took her eyes off me. “You’re Mr. Maxwell, right?”

  I gave a nod and gestured with my finger for her to move in closer. She did.

  “Oh my,” she said with exaggeration. She pushed her hair back, allowing me to get a better view of her neck and her cleavage. It was like she was begging for me to take her, right there in the elevator. “I guess with you acquiring our company, you’re going to be my new boss soon.”

  Purely by instinct, I took a step forward and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I could feel her body tense when I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in closer. Her lips parted and our tongues clashed as I deepened my kiss further… and then I backed away, just a second before the elevator rang and the doors opened.

  “I’ll see you around,” I teased with a smile and wink. I walked out of the elevator as she got busy fixing herself, tugging on her blouse and skirt before she would walk out and get back to work. When I looked back one more time, she had a gigantic smile on her face and that alone was worth the effort.

  Once I got into my car and back on the road, I realized how early it was. I couldn’t believe I managed to hurt my hand, get stuck in a hospital and go back to work all before rush hour in the afternoon.

  Thinking about the hospital made me think of that nurse. Damn, she was a snarky little bitch but she was really cute and petite too. Petite girls were always the best ones; they were always so wild and so fucking tight. I could already imagine how that nurse’s tight pussy would squeeze my dick when I get the chance to fuck her.

  Fuck, that thought was turning me on.

  Buzz!

  I slowed down as I reached for my phone. It was my friend, Trevor. Somehow all my buddies found out I just acquired Emerald Corner and were inviting me to celebrate. Well, I could use a few drinks and maybe a dance with a few random babes.

  With a big smile I took a left turn at the next intersection and headed for Trevor’s bar and restaurant, Mercury Wild.

  “Here’s to your success,” Trevor raised his glass of wine.

  I looked around as the men seated at the table. I smiled and then raised my glass and said, “Here’s to your success too. Here’s to your fiancée and here’s to the success of Mercury Wild.”

  “Cheers!” everyone cried out and drank.

  I was really thankful to be here. Marcus was here; he worked at a bank. Dylan was one of our closest friends and he was a big deal real estate broker. Seated beside me was Damon, an actual professional football player. I only just recently got to know him but so far he’s turned out to be a really chill guy. Then there was Daxter. He used to be a firefighter but one day he saved a woman who turned out to be an agent for a modeling company. She figured he was hot – I guess he should be since girls were always flocking to him – and he became a model.

  Out of our whole group, Trevor was the one with the biggest success. Sure, he wasn’t as financially successful as Dylan or Damon but his fiancée, Jasmine, made all the difference. Ever since she came into his life, things turned up for the better.

  Mercury Wild really grew in popularity and it was all her doing. Just a few months back it was down in the gutter and the owner, Trevor Wild, had to wipe tables and serve customers himself because he only had a handful of workers. Then Jasmine came. She worked for a business consultancy agency and it was her ideas that made his business bloom.

  “Hey, where’s Jasmine?” I asked Trevor as soon as I finished my drink.

  “She’s doing some QA work with the bookkeeper. You know, you ought to get a girl like her, man.”

  “We all wish we had a girl like yours,” Marcus commented and everyone agreed.

  Right now, I didn’t need a girl like Jasmine. I just wanted someone like that goddamn nurse. Even now I could picture her in my head… I could still see her jet-black hair, milky white skin and that tight, firm body wrapped in that kinky nurse uniform.

  But fuck it. She may look like my type but she was also a freaking uptight bitch. She had a sarcastic mouth and she seemed a little too prim and proper. She reminded me of those know-it-all church girls who lose their virginity at forty-five. That nurse needed a proper fucking.

  “Hey, Pres,” Dylan nudged me with an elbow. “You okay? You look pretty down, dude. You should be celebrating.”

  “Oh, yeah man, I’m fine,” I excused myself. “There’s just a lot on my mind.”

  3

  Lyla

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  What was that incessant ringing? My eyes fluttered open as my mind tried to process the annoying sound echoing in my room. I turned to the bedside table and saw my phone lighting up. Someone was calling.

  “H-hello?” I greeted as I answered the call. It was six in the morning on my day-off. There better be a damn good reason for waking me up like this. I just hoped it wasn’t the credit collectors; I still owed like over two grand in credit debt and I still owed my landlady two months of rent.

  “Hello Lyla, it’s Robert,” his familiar deep voice echoed on the other line. It sounded like he was at work in the hospital.

  Almost immediately, I sat up. Anytime my boss called me during my day-off, it either meant someone screwed up and I had to go to work or because someone was absent and I had to go to work. In the end, it just meant I had to give up my day off and work. I could already feel a groan growing inside me.

  “Oh, good morning sir,” I tried to sound as calm as possible. “How can I help you?”

  “I need you to come in later,” he told me. That one line hit me like an egg slamming against a speeding truck.

  “What time sir?” I asked. I needed some time to get my uniform cleaned.

  Then he hit me with a surprise. “Anytime during the day but it has to be today. I just need to talk to you and sign some papers.”

  “Oh,” was all I could reply. “Uhh, sure sir, I’ll be there by eight.”

  “Okay, thanks,” and he then ended the call, leaving me in silence and confusion.

  What the heck was that about? That question pervaded my mind all throughout the morning. As I had my breakfast, showered and prepared to leave, all I could think about was Robert’s intentions. Was I getting promoted? Was he changing my shift? Was I getting demoted or something?

  I didn’t want to waste time any further and drove my way to work, stopping only at a gas station to fill up my rackety old car and get a cup of coffee. When I did get to the hospital, I noticed some of the other nurses were looking at me strangely.

  Was there something wrong with my face? Did they know something I didn’t?

  I knocked at Robert’s house and he immediately opened it for me and welcomed me to sit by his desk.

  “Good morning sir,” I greeted.

  “Morning, Ms. Bishop,” he replied and took out a few sheets of paper from his desk drawer. He then handed them to me and continued on, “This hospital is going through some changes. I assume you’ve seen us start bringing in new equipment and altering the Southeast Wing to be a brand new recuperation center for patients undergoing chemotherapy.”

  “Y-yes sir,” I answered blankly as I began to go through these papers. There were a lot of legal terms in here, but there was one line that really shot me in the head: severance pay and final bonuses.

  “That being said, we cannot afford to upgrade the hospital and keep everyone around,” he said with a heavy tone. Despite that I didn’t see an inch of melancholy on his face. “We basically have to let go of some of our employees and sadly, that includes you. You’ve done your best and you’re honestly one of our leading nurses but the fact is, we cannot afford you.”

  Tears burned in my eyes but I grit my teeth and refused to cry in front of him. “W-what happens next, sir?”

  “You’ll get your final salary as well as severance bonuses. This should give you enough until you’re able to find a new job.” Robert looked at me and forced a smile. “You’re what, twenty-four? You’re still really young, y
ou’re smart and you’re a certified nurse. Any hospital, especially the bigger ones, will quickly pick you up. I’m sure about that.”

  At least they were paying me for letting me go.

  I shook his hand, thanked him for the opportunity and the three years of work. I departed and just sat in my car, stuck in the parking lot as I tried to process everything that just took place.

  “This has got to be some kind of sick joke,” I whispered to myself, finally allowing the streams of tears to flow down my face. I had debts to pay, my rent was piling up on me and now I had no job to stay afloat a while longer. What the fuck was I going to do?

  Dad might have a way to rescue me. He always had a backup plan.

  Not wanting to waste time, I started the car and drove over to my dad’s house, located just in the outskirts of town. He was a retired veteran who spent most of his days at home so I didn’t even bother calling him to let him know I was coming.

  When I got there, I found him on the porch, resting in his rocking chair playing video games on an iPad. That put a big smile on my face. At least my dad always had a sense of adventure and fun even in his old age.

  “Hey,” I greeted as soon as I got out of the car and up the porch. I gave him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek and sat down on a nearby stool.

  “Oh, hey,” he greeted with a big smile. “Don’t you have work today, sweetie?”

  “I don’t have a job anymore, dad,” I told him straight. “They called me in today to tell me I’ve been laid off. They’re cutting costs and they can’t afford me.”

  He looked at me with those big, sad puppy eyes but even then he managed to smile and melt me inside. He reached forward and gave me a nice warm hug. “Don’t worry, baby. I can help you out if you need some money. You can always stay here if you can’t keep up with your apartment rent.”

  I shook my head and pointed to his house, “Dad, I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

  “You’re not,” he answered, even though we both knew he was financially struggling too. He never had to admit it, but one glance at his house and I knew he was cutting costs, too. It looked even emptier than before; he had been living all alone since my mom died ten years ago. He did hire a helper to clean and attend to his needs. Now he couldn’t even afford to keep her. Both our lives were going down the drain.

  I decided to let him have this one, “Okay, daddy. I promise to go straight to you if things get over my head… but you got to let me try and handle this by myself. I can go out there and find a new job. There are a lot of medical centers and hospitals. I’m sure I can land a spot somewhere.”

  That seemed satisfactory enough for him. We both weren’t really convinced though, knowing how hard the economy had fallen in recent years, but I was a nurse after all. It shouldn’t be that impossible to get a job.

  Content with the plan in mind, we headed inside for some snacks and to catch up with each other.

  4

  Preston

  Trevor Wild was becoming a serious player in the field.

  Here I was, back at the Mercury Wild, seated at a VIP corner. I had nothing left to do for the whole month – I had my executive assistants and staff do my job – and I spent most of my free time here, getting drunk and flirting with girls left and right.

  It was during these lazy days that I learned Trevor was a force of nature that shouldn’t be toyed with. In just two months he and his girl have climbed the social ladder, befriending many of the elites and working their way into the upper circles. Everyone knew who he was now.

  As for me, I was just happy to be his friend. He reminded me of myself, in one way or another –

  “Hi, is this seat available?”

  I looked up and saw a beautiful redhead smiling down at me. I smiled back and welcomed her to sit by my side.

  “Care for a drink?” I asked as I handed her an empty glass of ice and poured some of my whiskey for her. She took it with no hesitation.

  “I’m Preston…” I started to introduce myself when she interrupted.

  “Preston Maxwell,” she said, never taking her eyes off me. “I’m Nicole. I hope I’m not bugging you or anything. I’m with a few friends and we’re all big fans of yours and…”

  Her voice faded into the background. I knew she was saying something but none of the words really sank into my head. All I could pay attention to was the gloss on her lips, the way her neck was so smooth and calling for my attention and how her dark green dress was so tight and fitting.

  “Oh, here are my friends,” her voice picked back up and I realized she called in four other girls to the table. One of them was actually quite cute, with dark short hair and hazel brown eyes. She seemed a little Asian too but I couldn’t tell what part of Asia she must be from.

  “Here’s Kim,” Nicole introduced the aforementioned Asian girl. “Then here’s Mary, Laura and Sabrina.”

  I’ve always had girls come to me. I can’t say I’m the most handsome man in the world but I did try my best to look clean and go to the gym regularly. Right now though, I wasn’t so sure if these girls were flocking to me because of my looks or because of my wallet.

  They didn’t waste time trying to get into my pants though. After just a few drinks and some small talk we were out of the seats and on the dance floor. Mercury Wild was primarily a bar and restaurant, but there was a dance floor and they did play some club tracks now and then. It wasn’t always a live band.

  While Nicole was the first one to come up to me, it was Kim that really got my attention. She was cute; she had this adorable accent and the way she moved her body – God, the way she moved! – It was like sex on a dance floor. When she looked at me, I could see the fires of a dragon ready to melt me away and I loved the excitement in her every action.

  “You’ve got a really devilish smile,” she told me when we did get back to our seats. Well, I sat down and she sat on my lap.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said as I pulled her in for a hug and pressed my lips against hers. The taste of whiskey and her succulent lips blended together into a smorgasbord of mind-blowing sensations. I pressed in deeper, parting her lips with my tongue and digging in deep. She was a playful, naughty little kitten.

  When our lips separated, she continued to land soft, playful pecks on my cheek and up to my ear. “I’ve got an itch…”

  I was having one heck of an erection and I knew she could feel it. I glanced over her for a second and saw her friends were busy on the dance floor. Nicole was by the bar getting a drink. I guessed they wouldn’t mind me “borrowing” Kim for a while.

  “Let me fix that for you,” I said with squinted eyes and bit down on her neck. When she moaned, I was so tempted to just fuck her right there. “Come with me.”

  She grinded her hips against mine to entice me even more. Only then did she get off and took my hand. I quickly followed her lead, leaving both her and my friends at Mercury Wild.

  5

  Lyla

  “We should have gone to Mercury Wild,” Mikaela said as we sat in the club, sipping on our drinks.

  I was pretty happy with my margarita so I had no idea what her problem was. “Why? What’s wrong with this place?”

  “The music sucks,” Mikaela explained. “I want to dance with a stranger and get laid.”

  Karen rolled her eyes and said, “You’re just saying that because you’re still not getting over Jordan.”

  Mikaela looked hurt but surprisingly she nodded in agreement and said, “Yeah, I have to admit that much. He was sweet, he was responsible, he was funny and I have to say he was really good in the sack. I’d pay money just to get another round with that cock of his.”

  “Oh my fucking God,” I commented as I rolled my eyes.

  “Shut up,” Mikaela said to me but with a big smile. “You’re just reacting that way because you’ve never slept with a guy. How in the world are you still a virgin? Well, besides being an uptight bitch.”

  Karen looked at me with such
intensity and I realized I never really gave an explanation.

  My jaw dropped and I scowled at Mikaela. “I am not an uptight bitch.”

  “You are,” Karen pointed out and took a sip of her drink. “We’ve tried hooking you up a billion times and they all fucking crash and burn because you expect your boyfriends to not have sex with you. So what’s the deal? We all know you ain’t a saint. You’re not a nun. You are a single girl in a lame-ass club right now.”

  We all laughed and I figured I should at least give them some context.

  “I’m just usually too busy,” I stated. “My mom died when I was in middle school and it’s been really hard on me and my dad. He never lets it show but I can tell that he’s having a hard time. So you know, I couldn’t waste time flirting with boys. I had to work for me and my dad.”

  “I got an idea,” Mikaela then said. “You could sell your virginity to some rich playboy billionaire.”

  Both Karen’s and my faces twisted with confusion and wonder.

  “You can do that?” Karen asked. “Holy shit, if I knew I could do that I wouldn’t have slept with Ronnie back in senior high.”

  I giggled and shook my head, “What? No, I can’t possibly do that. Besides, other than my virginity, what else would a rich billionaire want from me? They already have all the money in the world to get all the pussy they want.”

  Mikaela grabbed me by the arm, “Trust me on this one! I visited an auction once and one girl even earned eight thousand dollars.”

  “Eight thousand, just for her virginity?” My eyes grew wide with amazement. I needed another drink so I flagged a waitress and ordered another glass. “That’s a shit ton of money just to be the first to have sex with someone.”