Big Package_A Dark Vixens Novella

by Vivien Vale

  I wish I could say I’m satisfied from our little hookup, but I’m not. I have to admit I’m already dying to feel that cock deep inside me again.

  We arrive at the limo. Liam opens the door and ushers me into the extended back seating. Inside sits a bottle of champagne and two flutes, all on ice. I’ve got to hand it to him, he likes to have everything in his fingertips.

  Liam gets in and promptly opens the bottle and pours champagne for each of us. We clink our glasses together, and sip our alcohol simultaneously.

  I loosen up a bit and allow my back to rest entirely against the seat. Allowing myself to relax from all the fucking action, I close my eyes and just feel the motions of the drive to Charlotte’s house.

  As the car halts for a stoplight, I find Liam’s hand placed precariously on my thigh. Immediately, I’m wet all over again. His mere touch is enough for me to be raring to go.

  I take his hand in mine and slide it up my leg. I spread my legs enough for it to cup over my pussy. He sets down his glass and leans over me, going in for a kiss.

  Liam’s lips are soft and supple, and I love the way he kisses. He’s so appreciative of how my lips interact with his, and he’s playfully exploring how they fit together best.

  As his tongue slides into my mouth, I taste a mix of his saliva and the champagne. I’d order it in a bottle if I could. God, he’s intoxicating.

  We’re just starting to fog the window behind us when I hear a KNOCK at the partition between the chauffeur and the passenger section of the limo.

  “We’ve arrived, Mr. Alton,” he calls from the cab.

  “Thank you!” Liam says. “You’ll be back to be taken to your residence, right?” he asks, hopeful that I’ll return and continue our little make out sesh.

  “I might. You’ll have to wait and see,” I reply. I wink and cross over him to get to the door of the vehicle.

  I catch Liam’s face as I leave. There’s a small glimmer of doubt that I won’t be back, and I want him to hang on that as I deliver Charlotte her spare key. Teasing him has always gotten him hungrier for more of me.

  I strut up to her house, doing my best to tease Liam who I know damn well is watching me from the car.

  “Woah...is that the guy you were with at the club’s ride? Damn, girl!” Charlotte exclaims.

  “Yeah, he offered me a ride to you and a ride home. I had no idea I’d be crawling into a limo,” I explain.

  “Well, get his number. If tonight doesn’t work out for you, give it to me,” she jokes. I hand her key and roll my eyes.

  “I’m just kidding!” she says as she holds up the key. “I can’t thank you enough.”

  “It’s no problem. I couldn’t leave you hanging like that. Anyway, I’ve gotta get going. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I’m already planning my route to get some Gatorade before work tomorrow to combat my impending hangover,” I reveal.

  “I completely understand. Good night! Oh, and text me!” she adamantly requests.

  “Okay, Charlotte. Good night!” I return as I spin around and walk back to the limo. I let myself in and scoot next to Liam.

  “I’m back,” I say.

  “Good,” replies Liam. I climb on top of him, my legs straddling his lap. I grab his face and kiss it hard and start dry humping him, my pussy grinding against his hardening cock.

  The car starts moving again, and as we make out, we grow more and more passionate. I slide my legs between his one at a time, still kissing him, and lower myself to the floor of the back of the limo.

  Liam follows my lead and lays on top of me, and again I feel all his sexy muscles flexed against my body. He tugs at my panties and I let him glide them off of my legs and watch as he tosses them aside. I think they spend more time on the floor or somewhere than on me.

  He undoes his pants and feeds his cock through the zipper hole before positioning himself at my pussy. I can feel the head of his cock pressed against my slippery, wet hole.

  I toss one leg up onto the seats of the limo and bring the other leg inward, creating a deeper hole for Liam’s cock. As his cock slides inside of me, the head stimulates my G-spot. He thrusts back and forth on it a few times and I moan loud and thrust my hips up at him.

  “You like that, baby?” Liam asks as he continues to work my pussy. I nod furiously. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good.”

  “Your cock feels amazing. The pleasure is all mine,” I look up at him and flash him a devilish grin.

  As we fuck, I can hear and feel the road we’re traveling on beneath us. It’s erotic to be fucking in a moving vehicle. The idea that people could potentially see us while we’re stopped is a thrill I’m growing incredibly fond of.

  I tap Liam’s shoulder and gesture him to get up. He gets my signals and lets me out from underneath him.

  “I want everyone to see us fucking,” I blurt. “I want to stand up and have you fuck me with my head out the sunroof.

  Rather than say anything, Liam quickly finds the control for the sunroof and I slip my spaghetti straps down my shoulders and pull my dress completely off me, revealing my perky, large tits and bare pussy.

  Liam stares hungrily at me and I smile before I stand up, showing off my top half to the world. I rest my arms on the roof of the car and stare at the car behind us on the road, a group of guys that seem to be freshmen, maybe sophomores in college.

  I’m full of adrenaline again, and I give my newfound audience a big O face as Liam’s cock forces its way up my cunt. Fuck yes!

  The men in the car are smiling. It’s like I’m giving them some live action porn to watch. Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing, isn’t it? I grab my tits and squeeze my nipples as I moan wildly to the public streets.

  As Liam’s thrusts grow harder and fuller, I’m climbing further and further up a mountain of pleasure. I can feel his cock spasming some inside of me, it pulsing against the entrance of my cunt as well as inside of me.

  I arch my back and thrust up at Liam as he humps me, and I moan loud and intensely. I dig my nails into whatever I can get ahold of. There might be fingernail scratches on the roof of his limo, not that I think he’ll mind.

  “I’m coming!” I yell.

  As I climax, the group of guys behind me now have their cocks out, jerking away. They’re getting off to the sight of me getting off, which makes me gush even harder for Liam’s cock.

  I slowly feel the avalanche that was my orgasm melt away. I rotate my hips and peel off of Liam. I wink at the boys behind us and slide back down through the hole in the roof to my knees, bent before Liam’s cock. I find him stroking his man meat hard for me.

  I stick my tongue out and close my eyes, and just as I do, cum flies onto my face and my tongue. It hits my forehead and my cheeks and starts rolling down, dripping even onto my tits.

  Smiling, I flick my tongue up and into my mouth. I swallow what I’ve caught as he continues pumping loads of his cum onto me. I don’t know what turned me into such a slut for the night, but I’m not complaining. I’ve never had more fun.

  When Liam stops pumping, I take my fingers and wipe cum from my eyelids. Once they’re sufficiently cleared, I open my eyes and stare at him as I lick his creamy cum, sucking my fingers clean.

  As if timing weren’t perfect enough, I hear a KNOCK KNOCK at the partition. We’ve arrived at my house.

  “Thank you for the ride home,” I say to Liam. I kiss his cheek, my face still coated in his cum. I gather my clothing and walk up to my house from the limo, still stark naked and covered in a liquid badge of proof I’ve just been fucked.

  I know Liam is watching from the limo, so I turn and blow a kiss before I pull out my key and unlock the door. Holy shit, is this one amazing night to remember.

  Liam

  I'm at the office a little late considering the night I've just had.

  Claire was fucking sensational and it's gonna be hard not to think of her all day long. Her body, the way she moaned…Fuck, if I think all of the details now, I could get hard jus
t sitting right here on my chair.

  Trish has my morning espresso waiting on my desk. I know I need to get working. Our presentation for Velvet Luxe has a long way to go. I’m not supposed to be personally in charge of it because I have people for that. But it's such an important client that I still need to oversee this project.

  This company is right up there in the ranks of Victoria's Secret and if I can manage to win them over, it will mean even more money for this firm. And it will show everybody that no one can touch us. We stay on the top.

  Evan comes in as soon as he's made aware that I'm here.

  "You're late," he says.

  "So, what's it to you?"

  "Long night?" he questions me.

  I don’t know where he’s going with this, but I don’t like the intrusion into my private life. What I do with my time is my business.

  "Maybe."

  "With Claire?"

  "Maybe."

  "Come on, I saw you with her all night. Did you get her drunk enough to spill on her ideas for the campaign?"

  His tone is starting to piss me off. I don't know why Evan suddenly cares so much about ruining Claire. He’s not even personally on this campaign.

  "I don't get you Evan. You've never cared about my personal life before, so what's changed?"

  He looks at me trying to judge my reaction. His job hangs in the balance. Yes, we're friends, but if he gets in my way too much I will not hesitate to fire him.

  "We need her, Liam. She notoriously has one of the most creative companies in the business. And she's about to fail miserably. We can capitalize on this. She'll need our help anyway."

  "Oh yeah," I say to him from across my desk. "And what if she gets the client, huh? What then?"

  "That's why we need to see her ideas beforehand. It's crucial to our success. We cannot, under any circumstance, let her win Velvet Luxe. It's such a big client that it could be our undoing."

  I look at him and realize with reluctance that he's right. We are the biggest ad company in town, but if Claire gets this client, the money will be so staggering that she’d become an actual threat.

  Right now, Epica is a small company, leagues from us. But given the funding and boost it needs, they could skyrocket to the top because they actually have the backbone a good ad agency needs and that is creative talent.

  I drink my espresso and savor the caffeine high. Suddenly, I feel torn between two worlds. I care about Claire, but not enough to put my business in jeopardy.

  "You're right Evan. Of course, you're right. I keep minimizing the importance of this campaign but we can't let her get it."

  "Yes, Liam. Finally, you see. I've been researching her and watching her grow for months. She may not have a single idea on how to properly run a business, but she has that creative edge. I think she's our biggest threat for this project, more than any of the other competition."

  I think on it a minute. I had no idea Claire's little firm was gaining that kind of traction. Not a good sign from a competition.

  "We have to eliminate the threat. She can't win this client," I tell Evan.

  "So," he says. "All I'm saying is that if you're going to be fucking her anyway, why not try to uncover some of her secrets? When you're at her place or her office, just try to see if there's any clue as to the direction she's going to go in for the campaign. This way we'll see it coming and we can eradicate the problem before it starts."

  I hate the idea of spying on Claire, but I’ll do anything to maintain my position as the top agency in Manhattan. I didn't work this hard for this long only to lose it to some woman I barely know.

  The image of her beautiful face flashes across my mind. Her sweet sensitivity is something I want to protect and yet I know what I have to do.

  "I knew I hired you for a reason, Evan. I hate to do this to Claire but we must gain every advantage that we can. This client is too important. Am I right?"

  "Yes," Evan says. "I'll work on the logistics of what it will look like to buy her company and fold it into Dignity Creative. Who knows, maybe when it's all over, Epica could become a new division of this firm that I could head. I think I'm ready for the responsibility."

  The fact that Evan is mentioning himself as a forerunner to take over Epica has me on alert. I know he's always been self-serving but give me a break. He can’t make his motives right now any more obvious.

  "That's something we can think about, Evan, if Claire doesn't want the position herself. Besides, I like you on the business end of things. I hate to say it, but I'm not sure you're creative enough to head Epica if we obtain it. Your strength lies in the corporate environment. But let's consider that when the time comes, alright?"

  He looks forlorn and I hate to bust his bubble but there's no way I'm giving him Epica. Likely, it will remain Claire's little project within the realms of Dignity Creative. I’d hate to acquire a company only to let it crash down. That’s not good business.

  Who knows, maybe Claire will one day thank me for hatching this plan because when she loses the campaign, she'll lose everything. When that happens, I can help her stay afloat. Granted, her autonomy will be gone but that's kind of the point.

  I want Claire operating under my thumb. I want her where I can see her and where I can control her. The idea makes my blood heated. I think it's time Evan find something else to do besides bothering me with his own aspirations.

  "Okay Evan, I'll talk to you later."

  It's his signal to leave and he takes it.

  He's a good VP and his ideas maintain the company in good standing, covering for pitfalls that could have serious consequences. But sometimes I think he cares more about his own upward mobility than he does about this company.

  I need to have a VP with honor and with a sense of investment in this firm. Not someone who will do anything to personally get ahead. I do like his idea of making sure Claire doesn't succeed, but I make a mental note to no trust Evan entirely.

  Once he's gone, I have peace in the penthouse at last. I drink my coffee and look out over the stunning view of New York. I love this city. It's always alive and that motivates me to be alive with it. The pulse and pace of the streets match my own insatiable desire to succeed and to work hard.

  I put Claire at the back of my mind and work on directing my people to create the most intriguing and awe-inspiring lingerie campaign the world has ever seen. Those Victoria's Secret angels have nothing on me.

  Ideas are bursting forth and I think I know exactly how to frame these to propel Velvet Luxe to that next level. This is the beauty of the ads I do for companies, I don’t just make the product, I make the client itself.

  This is what I'm good at...making companies ascend past even their own dreams.

  My dreams for them are bigger and better, and that's why any company who's lucky enough to work with me always does well.

  I didn't become a billionaire without this personal sense of ambition. I know I'm good. Just like I know Claire will be happier once she's safely under my corporate wing.

  Claire

  It's officially been two days since I've seen Liam.

  He hasn't texted me. He hasn't called.

  I try to push the meaning of this out of my mind. I'm not going to get wrapped up in some guy who has no interest in having a girlfriend.

  At least, this is what I tell myself as I try to focus on making the lingerie campaign sensational. If I'm honest, all of my ideas revolve around me wearing the lingerie and Liam seeing me in it.

  Is that so wrong? I have to get my inspiration from somewhere.

  I know I shouldn't be even thinking about him at this point because he's a player, because he's unavailable, and because he hasn't been seen with a real girlfriend in New York’s social scene.

  Liam is the consummate playboy and I have to remember that. I willingly gave myself over to him knowing that and now I have to be strong and understand that all good things come to an end.

  I'm designing away on my computer, trying to bring s
exy elements into the lingerie ads. This is what I'm good at. I know how to embed that sex appeal into anything.

  That's why even the most boring of companies are satisfied with my work. Sex sells. And somehow, I'm able to cast mundane businesses in an exciting light that even they didn't know was possible.

  This is why my little firm is becoming famous. Though we may be on the brink of closure, at least I will have made a mark in the creative world.

  I idly wonder what I'm going to do if I don't win this campaign. I have to be realistic and think about my next steps.

  Will I be a freelance designer? Will I go work for one of the corporate businesses that I so disdain? My future is left up in the air but what I'm most worried about are my employees.

  These people have stuck by me through thick and thin. They know I'm a small company and that I can't pay them a ton of money, but together we created Epica.

  From the other designers, to the social media manager, to the head of business affairs, we've all worked together to keep his company afloat. And I've worked extremely hard to make sure this is a creative environment where people can thrive.

  I have a rule about not having rules. I think creative people should be able to come into work when they want and leave when they want. I think creative people need to be in a flexible, fun environment and that's what I strive to make this company into.

  The idea of having to go work for a suit makes me nauseous. The idea of walking into a building under cold, fluorescent lighting with virtually no aesthetics or decor makes me sick to my stomach.

  In truth, I'm an artist, and as an artist, I need to work in a place where I can thrive. A corporate environment would squelch any creativity I may have left after this whole thing is over.

  This is why I cannot lose. I know Liam is good. I know his company is the biggest in town. And I know my other competition is stiff, too.

  But no matter what, for my sake and for the sake of my people, I have to win this campaign.

  I call for Charlotte to come in and she brings my afternoon tea. She and I have this kind of ritual of having tea together every afternoon and catching up.