Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  “You don’t know me…”

  I turned and started to walk toward the fridge, “I know you. I know what you want. Prove me wrong, do your best to show me this place doesn’t bring out a deep desire in you, make you feel alive. Make you learn more about who you are through what you learn about everyone who walks in here. I’ll prove it to you otherwise.”

  “If I stay, you have to promise you won’t be an ass. You won’t treat me any differently than you do the others.”

  I grabbed two blueberry muffins from the fridge, “You gotta promise me something in return. You have to stop with the language.”

  I handed her one of the muffins. “No, thank you.”

  “You didn’t eat breakfast.”

  “I’m on a diet.”

  “What the hell for?”

  “I won’t say Fuck anymore.” She reached her hand out and I shook it.

  “Perfect. Now let’s get you set up for Justice.”

  We set up the room next to mine.

  “This will be where you work until Xavier comes home. I’m right next door so if you need anything just make up some excuse to leave the room. Don’t let them see you nervous it’ll freak them the hell out.”

  She nodded her head yes as she scanned the room.

  “You ready for this?”

  “I was ready for this when I walked in those doors two weeks ago. Now, after your training, I’m nervous.”

  “That was never my intention.”

  “Well explain what your intention was then.”

  “To build you up….” She laughed. “It’s not funny. You have every trade trick and secret I’ve learned in three years here. You may be nervous, but I have no doubt you can do it.”

  “You’re really not such an ass are you?”

  “Nope, everyone else around thinks I’m pretty damn cool.” I gave her one of my best winks.

  “I know how cool they think you are. I work in reception too, remember? I take the phone calls. Lots of requests for you out there.”

  “I’m good.” I wagged my eyebrows.

  “So I hear.” She giggled and walked out to the kitchen and grabbed her bag.

  “Tell me what you hear?”

  She pulled a cooler out and then a bottle out and took a drink.

  “It’s really none of my business….”

  “Bullshit, spill it.”

  “Well fine, you like married women.”

  I watched her eyes to try and gauge her reaction.

  “At one time, yes.”

  “Why?”

  I looked back at her and then sat on the table, “You really wanna know?”

  “No, yes…”

  I smiled, “Which is it?”

  “Are we gonna be friends now?”

  “Do you wanna be my friend, Bekah?”

  “If I’m going to be working here it’s probably a good idea to be friendly.”

  “I agree.”

  “Alright then yeah I wanna know.”

  The back door swung open. “She’s all fixed.”

  Bekah did that full on smile. “She, huh? Boys and their cars.”

  “You ready to ink me?”

  “I’m very excited to get started.”

  “Xavier’s room man, she’ll be right in.”

  Justice smiled and patted my back as he walked by.

  Bekah took a deep breath and looked back at me.

  “Breathe, you got this.”

  She gave me a nervous smile and I hopped down and grabbed one of her hands between mine and she looked at me curiously.

  I rubbed her hand between mine warming it. “Relax, warm hands are more relaxed.”

  When they were heated properly I massaged her hands from her wrists to fingertip. I looked down at her and she was wide-eyed again.

  “We’re friends now, stop looking at me like you’re afraid I’m gonna bend you over this table.” Which was exactly what I wanted to do.

  Her jaw dropped. “I know, turn around.” I took her hand and twirled her and pulled her back real hard against me. She tensed up. “Relax.” I purposely whispered in her ear as I continued up the meaty part of her thumb.

  “Do you know why I turned you around?”

  She shook her head no.

  “Well I just thought to myself, how the hell can she relax when she’s looking at me.” She looked up and I smiled. “What?”

  “You’re an incredibly arrogant man, Zandor Steel.”

  “Not arrogant, confident. There’s a fine line.” I continued rubbing her hand.

  “A line in which you completely just crossed.” She laughed.

  “Not true, Bekah, you and I are past that now and we’re friends. Give me the other.” I dropped her hand and she lifted the other to me. I pulled her back closer. “I mean shit, I’ve already given you your first.”

  “He’s waiting.” She started to pulled away.

  I yanked her back. “I wasn’t talking about him. I was referring to the first orgasm you’ve had by a man who knows exactly how to please a woman.”

  She stood up and spun around looking at me.

  I smiled and winked. “Don’t try to deny it.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Our threesome, last night. Tiffany, you, and I….”

  She smiled, really smiled. “She…”

  “I know, she started it. But you finished it, loud and proud just the way I like my name to be yelled.” I walked past her and smacked her hard on that ass I wanted to fuck. “Go get ‘em, Kitten, I’ll be opening out front if you need me.”

  I called Kat and Ricco to let them know I was here and they could take their time getting here. I booted up the computer trying to figure out what the hell my next move was. Trying to talk myself out of going through with what I had planned in my head. Knowing that there was no way in hell I was gonna.

  My First

  Bekah

  My first tattoo. Of all things he wanted a car. I had gone through three years of design college and I was now a sketch artist for muscle cars? Fuck! Oh perhaps I should watch my tone, or Mr. Hotty pants might try to cover my mouth. If he did that again after the way he just about got me off with the hand job--my diet would be ruined. Either way I could not wait to get home and fuck Edward and snuggle with Henry.

  “Everything alright in here?” Here he was hovering, distracting me.

  “Check it out man.” Justice pulled the sheet off and I turned quickly away to avoid seeing his semi-erect penis.

  Zandor’s jaw dropped and then snapped shut. “Thought she was going to do your arm.”

  “Well, change of plans. Thought she’d do better running up my thigh.

  “Cool. Bekah I need a minute.”

  He walked out as quickly as he came in.

  “I’ll be right back sweetie.” I smiled at Justice before I walked out. I looked down the hall and he was walking into the employee lounge.

  When I walked in he was pacing. “Is it that bad?”

  He snapped around. “Yes…no…”

  “Well which is it Zandor?” I threw his words back at him and he growled and ran his hands through his hair the same way I wanted to, well before we became friends.

  “No, you did very well designing it, and yes it’s bad. Fuck, if I knew he was gonna have it put there I would have fucking done it.”

  He was way out of character for him. “Okay look I think maybe you’re taking this friend thing a little too far.”

  “You like your head down there by his dick?”

  “Hey Zandor, maybe now is a good time to let you know something…”

  “You’re not a lesbian, Bekah.”

  “I’m also not a virgin. Between you and me, I’ve seen a few of those things.”

  His eyes narrowed for a millisecond. “Have you now?”

  “Yep, I’ve also touched a few in my day.”

  He stood a bit taller.

  “So you like him?”

  “He’s a client, right? He
fixed my car, right?”

  “Yeah but your flirting with him.”

  “Part of the job, right? Remember you trained me…”

  “I’ve never given a guy a fucking hard on with sweet talk and…”

  “He’s waiting.”

  “Fine, but if having a cock in your face makes you uncomfortable at all…” I giggled. “What?”

  “He’s your friend?”

  “Yes,” he winced.

  “Then I can’t tell you.” I started walking out of the room and he bolted in front of me.

  “Spill it.”

  “Well the word cock would insinuate that it’s big right?” He looked at me curiously and cocked his head like a puppy does when you say treat, “Penis would make it small.”

  “The point?”

  “It’s not a cock,” I whispered.

  “No?”

  “Nope, maybe a dick.”

  “Maybe?”

  “Well somewhere between a penis and a dick. Bottom line, there’s nothing offensive about it.” I winked like he had at me and whispered, “I wouldn’t ruin a good diet on fucking that.”

  His jaw clenched. “A lady…”

  “It’s you and I, we’re friends?” He nodded yes. “If we are to remain friends, Zandor, you’ll have to understand some things about me. I am a lady, sweet and southern you know just how ya’ll like it in public. But as a friend you should know that when I have non-public talks, private talks, I say fuck a lot.”

  “You’re a dick tease aren’t you Kitten?” his voice was deeper than usual.

  “Nope, not a dick tease. I’m really not interested in dick at this moment. But a cock…”

  His hand covered my mouth. “Don’t.”

  I looked down and saw the outline of a very hard erection pressing against his pants. I pulled his hand away and slowly moved my eyes up to meet his. “Good thing we’re friends, you look like you could spoil a girl’s diet.”

  “What the hell is this diet shit?”

  I smirked and stepped back. “It’s a cock diet.”

  He swallowed hard and stood frozen. I had just done to him what he did to me earlier. I walked around him and smacked his ass. “Nice chat.”

  I finished Justice’s tattoo and I have to say I was extremely proud of it.

  I walked out with Justice and Zandor stood up. “All good man?”

  “Sure is.” He looked back at me. “So drinks tonight?”

  “Sure thing.” I smiled and he winked at Zandor and walked out the door.

  I looked back and smiled. “Wanna see?”

  “See what?” He was back to being cold. “Wow, you really should see a doctor.”

  “About?” He was looking down at his screen.

  “The mood swings, fucking whiplash-inducing.”

  “Really? My mood swings?”

  “Well sure, are you saying I have them, Zandor?”

  “Yes…no…”

  I started to smile and walked away.

  He grabbed my arms. “Don’t say fuck.”

  “Why? Does it do things to you, make you’re…”

  “Don’t say cock either.”

  I opened my mouth to say it and I heard the door open. “Morning.”

  “Good morning, Ricco.” I liked Ricco.

  “Well look at you all sunshine today,” he chuckled.

  “I just did my first solo tattoo, you wanna see?”

  “You took a picture?”

  I ignored Zandor as Ricco came up to me. “Check it out.” I held up my phone and Ricco stood beside me and looked.

  I felt Mr. Moody standing over my shoulder.

  “Nice job Bekah.”

  “Thanks Ricco I should probably edit it, shows a little too much…” I looked up at Zandor. “Cock.”

  Ricco went past me chukling. “Coffee on?”

  “Sure is.” I started walking away and he pulled me back against him.

  “Two words Kitten, that’s all I ask.”

  “Fuck and cock?”

  “You’re in so much trouble. I’m gonna…”

  “Spank me?”

  “Holy fuck.” He grabbed my hips. “Keep that shit up and we won’t be friends.”

  “Oh no? What will we be?”

  “Buddies, Bekah.”

  “Buddies, huh?” I turned around and looked up in his now nearly cinnamon eyes.

  “Yeah, buddies.”

  “The difference?”

  “My cock between your legs.”

  “A buddy would ruin my diet.”

  “You’d be glad.”

  Holy hell, did I want buddies right now. The throbbing started first and then the heat. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he looked down at my protruding nipples and smirked.

  “Now look what you’ve done, Kitten.”

  I glanced down. “And look what you’ve done.”

  “Nice huh?”

  “Yeah, nice dick.”

  “You need to take a closer look Kitten. That’s no more a dick than these are C cups.”

  He started to reach toward me and I smacked his hand and he laughed a deep throaty laugh.

  He jumped back when the door opened, “Mornin’, Momma.”

  “You’re early.Nice to see you, Bekah.”

  “Good Morning, Joe,” she hugged me and looked up at Zandor and then hugged him.

  He was very careful to not hug her too tight.

  “Busy day?” kissing both his cheeks.

  “Looks like it’ll be.You look beautiful today,” he spun her in a circle, “And blushing, Momma.” He leaned in to her ear, “Do you have a secret to tell me, Momma?”

  She playfully smacked him. “No Aleszandor, besides if I did it would not be a secret.” She walked down the hall “I’m in and out today just checking to see what we may need in the kitchen.”

  He sat down and moved the chair close to the desk. “You almost got me in trouble.”

  “Oh yeah, for some reason I think you could do that all by yourself.”

  He smirked. “I’m a good man Bekah.”

  Joe walked back down the hall and smiled. She kissed each of my cheeks. “If he acts otherwise let me know, Rebekah.”

  “Momma that hurts.” He stood again, he held her hands up in the air. “Stunning woman. Go, have fun shopping. I’ll take care of everything.”

  Joe patted his cheek. “I’m sure you will Aleszandor.”

  When she left I looked at Zandor. “Aleszandor.”

  “Rebekah?”

  ~

  I learned today that Zandor Steel was a very naughty boy.

  Marta, a married woman in her late thirties wanted Zandor, and had scheduled him in two weeks ago when she found out he had returned from his travels abroad. She snickered when she said his name. She was tall, thin, brown-haired, with perfect tits. I was pretty sure they were fake. Who has tits that size that don’t move a little when they lay on their back?

  She was scheduled to have her pubic area done but changed her mind, and I was given the task of putting her three children’s names on her foot. She whined the entire time and even asked me to get Zandor to come in because, and I quote. ‘He always makes me feel so good.’ All breathy and moany.

  “Aleszandor,” I said in the headiest voice I could come up with.

  “Rebekah.” He smirked as he looked up from the computer.

  “Moaner, I mean Marta needs you. Because you always make her feel so good.”

  “You can handle it.”

  I blew out a breath purposely loud and he rocked back in his chair giving me a smug look. “Do YOU need me?”

  “No but apparently…”

  “Then I trust you can handle it.”

  He sat up and rolled his chair back to the desk.

  “Fine I need you, she’s a pain…”

  “No explanation necessary, just start over. Ask nice, Bekah.” He looked back down.

  “Zandor, I need you now.” I could not believe I was doing this.

  He
looked up and cupped his ear as if he was waiting.

  “Please.”

  “That’s a good little Kitty.”

  He winked and looked back down.

  He was an ass. “Now!”

  He looked up and sucked air through his clenched teeth. “How can I deny you now? ‘Zandor, I need you. Please. Now.’ Almost as good as last night, Kitten.”

  I was going to curse him out when the door opened and Kat walked in. I snapped my mouth shut and turned.

  “Hey Kat, you got this?” He followed behind me.

  He grabbed my elbow and stopped me right before we entered. “Rendered speechless, and we haven’t even become buddies yet.” I tried not to smile, but how could I not? “See, and now I have hope. Alright before we go in I want to make sure you know. I am a changed man.”

  “Really, and what does that mean?”

  “Oh you’ll see,” he walked in the door and Marta squealed, “Well hello there, lady.”

  Oh. My. God. He is such a player.

  Rubbing One Off

  Zandor

  New game plan.

  She is even better than I imagined when I rubbed one off in the shower every morning for the past two weeks, thinking about titty fucking her, or tying her ass up and spanking her hot little twat and then licking it raw until she bordered on unconsciousness. Yes, it could be done, but even better yet--it would be.

  She was gonna be a challenge; she could give as good as she received. She didn’t even seem put off by…

  “Zandor, could you please come in and make sure I know what I’m doing. Apparently, that’s not how Zandor does it.” She rolled her eyes.

  “How do you ask, Kitten?” I whispered so no one else would hear.

  “Now!” she sneered.

  “Nope.” I sat back and opened my magazine and checked out some cool new cars coming out.

  I looked up and she was glaring at me again. It was so fucking sexy.

  “I’m going to lunch, you go have fun with that.” She stood for a minute and then started to walk toward the front door.

  “You can’t leave.” I jumped up real quick and ran to the door.

  “Yes I can,” she scowled.

  “Hold up, Kitten, put away those claws.” She didn’t return the smile.

  “Why are you making me do this?”