Sarahs Sexploits - The Beginning
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“Respectable?” I throw my head back and laugh. “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.”
“You said before that you did not want to be my mistress. I do not want you for a mistress - they are nothing but trouble. They have certain expectations. They make demands. And if I all I wanted was a blow-job on demand, I would pay for a whore - an expensive and classy whore, you understand, not a cheap little street girl. Neither am I looking for a potential wife and mother of my children. What I want, Sarah, to use your words again - if I may - is a Friend with Benefits.”
“But we are not friends, Emil - are we?”
“No, not quite. Not yet anyway. But I think so, in time. Maybe even good friends. We must retain the façade of Monsieur Emil and that nice cute girl from accounts during office hours. What may - or may not develop outside office hours is purely between ourselves. What do you say, Sarah?”
Again, I find him holding my hand. “Cute? Is that what they think about me?”
He laughs. “Yes - it is. You confuse the office boys because you do not fall for their stupid, pretend flattery. Some of the more inane assume you are a lesbian because you don’t join in or play their little games. You are wise not to. They are not nice people.”
I stroke a thumb along his hand. “What about you, Emil - are you a nice person? Are you playing little games?”
“In business, no I am not a nice person. It is why I am the boss. As far as my friends and family are concerned, yes I am. The recording I have will be destroyed. You have my word on that. It has served it’s purpose. Although it was delightful to watch, it was merely bait. I do not need - or want - it anymore. As far as games are concerned, I enjoy games that are played in private - and played between consenting adults.”
I merely nod. My mind is a blur and I’m tired now, the adrenaline draining away and other emotions are being churned up. Dropping his hand, I turn away. “I think that I would like to go home now, Emil, if that’s alright with you.”
“Yes, of course it is. But you do know that this is just the beginning, don’t you? You do understand that, don’t you, mon chere?”
Again, I can only nod. Emil flips the lock on the door but before I can open it, he spins me around to face him. Taking hold of my face, he kisses me passionately but briefly. Dear God, I can barely breathe. “Remember, Sarah - this is only the beginning.” Then he politely opens the door for me and sets me free.
For now.
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