Victoria toyed with her drink. "I've always dreamed of working in fashion since I was a little girl. When I was younger, I would make outfits and wear them, pretending I was on the runway. My mom doesn’t much approve. She thinks I’m making a huge mistake for whatever reason."
"That sucks," I remarked. I was surprised she was being open with me about it, but I liked it.
Victoria nodded. "Yeah. But then she goes on to divorce my father to marry some rich douchebag." She made an angry face. "I'm still pissed off at her about that."
"Who did she marry?"
Victoria shrugged and took a sip of her drink. I tried not to look at her lips wrapped around her straw. "Beats me. I no longer talk to her. We had a huge falling out."
“Sounds like me.”
Victoria was intrigued. "How's that?"
For a moment, I debated on whether to tell her the truth. I’m usually not one to open up so easily.
Screw it, I said to myself.
"My father is a man of voracious appetite. As in, he's never been satisfied being with one woman. He claims he’s done with all of that now, but we’ll see. Anyway, to make a long story short, my mom found out about one of his flings, and she decided to divorce him. Naturally, since we were close, my mother thought I would pressure my dad to hand over his share of the business to her when they split. Instead, I helped my dad buy my mom's cooperation. This infuriated my mother and we grew apart, but I couldn't help it. I'd put too much of myself in the business, and I couldn't see it growing without the both of us. Now . . . I'm having second thoughts about that."
Victoria raised an eyebrow and I proceeded to tell her all about the growing rift between my father and me.
"And the funny thing is," I said when I was finished telling her my story, "he wants me to get my act together when he's been the worst offender of all." I shook my head. "I feel sorry for the woman he married . . . but then again, she probably didn't marry him for his personality."
Victoria stared at me. "What's so bad about it, though? Settling down. I mean, how can it be fun to sleep around all the time?"
Anger twisted my stomach. "I've had a bad relationship in the past that taught me that love is just a made-up notion that’s more trouble than it’s worth."
Damn it. I shouldn't be telling her this.
"I see."
We both stopped speaking and the bass of the music filled in the silence.
"I just don’t see why you would continue doing what you do if you know it effects your company," she said a moment later.
I leaned across the table and looked her straight in the eye. "Because no one tells me what to do."
Victoria stared at me for a long time before saying, "I shouldn't have come."
"Then why did you?"
"I'm not sure. But I wish I hadn't told you anything. You probably have a line of skanks lined up after this."
I shook my head and then downed my drink in one gulp. I let out a satisfied sigh as my throat burned and stood up. I offered my hand to Victoria. "Come, I want to show you something."
She looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Yeah you are, or you wouldn't have come. Now get up."
A tremble went through her at the authority in my voice and I knew she liked it. Finally, she gave up the act and took my hand, but before she stood up, she asked, "Where are we going?"
I grinned at her and pulled her to her feet. "Some place where you can finish measuring me."
Chapter 7
Victoria
“It’s breathtaking!” I exclaimed as I stepped inside.
I was in Tyler’s ritzy loft overlooking the city, and I was immediately captivated by what was before me. The right side of the apartment had a wall made out of glass that looked out into the shimmering skyline. You could see for what seemed like forever. The view took my breath away.
I turned about, taking in the rest of the apartment.
It had a spacious floor plan that gave a warm, inviting feeling. The floor was made of polished wood that looked like it’d been freshly mopped. He probably had maids that kept the place spotless. The sofa and lounge seats were all cream-colored and looked lush and comfortable. Near the window, there was a white grand piano.
This, I said to myself as I took everything in, is what I want. This is how I want to live. Except I'll never get here working for Christine.
"Is it?" Tyler asked as he walked over to the kitchen's bar and began tinkering with some glasses. "I paid enough for it, so it had better be."
I knew better than to ask how much. I probably didn’t want to know. I walked over to the window and stared out while Tyler busied himself. "I could learn to love this," I whispered, my heart soaring at the incredible view. Tyler's place made my tiny downtown apartment look like a hovel. Now I’d never view it the same again.
"Would you like something to drink?" Tyler asked me.
I half-turned, debating. I was already feeling a little tipsy from my martini and I didn’t want to do something stupid.
"No thanks," I declined. "I'm good."
Tyler peered at me. "You sure?"
"Positive."
He finished making a drink and walked over to me with a glass of clear liquid, his shoes making a hard tapping sound against the floor.
I turned back to the view and shook my head. “This place really is incredible. I’ve set some goals for myself, but I can’t imagine ever being in a place like this. I can barely afford a one-bedroom apartment on the salary Christine pays me."
Tyler reached my side and I could smell the alcohol in his glass. The smell was so strong it made my nostrils burn. I wondered what was in it.
"Why do you work for her?" He stared out the window with me while taking a sip from his glass.
I sighed. "I'm hoping that doors will open for me. There's a lot you can do with Christine Finnerman's name on your resume. If you’re interested in fashion, there’s no better place to start.”
He turned to study me. "Do you really believe it’ll pay off?
I thought for a moment. The fact is, I really didn't know. It's just what I hoped for. "I have to believe that it will."
"Sometimes believing isn't enough. Sometimes you gotta know."
"Well, sometimes you can't know, so believing is all that you can do."
Tyler's gaze became so intense that I could feel my skin crawl. "That's not good enough for me."
I shivered underneath his gaze, but I couldn’t help thinking about all the women he must bring to this place. "Is anything ever good enough for you?"
"You."
My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry. Tyler moved in and I hesitantly backed up against the window. The glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor, but I hardly noticed it.
He reached over and ran his hand down my arm, caressing my skin softly. I trembled at his touch. It felt amazing.
"What are you doing?" I managed.
Tyler paused, his hand on my wrist. "What do you think?"
"I didn't come here to let you take me to bed,” I said.
"You didn't?" He had that playful grin on his face that I found so damn irresistible. "What did you think I was bringing you back here for? To bake s'mores?" He ran a finger up my arm, all the way up my shoulder and then my neck. He stopped at my neck as if he was counting my heartbeat.
"I-I-I'm not one of your whores," I stammered, my heart hammering within my chest.
"I never said you were," Tyler said, coming in close. The heat from his body was enough to send me up into flames. The next thing I knew, his burning lips were on my neck and I threw my head back against the window, letting out a giant sigh.
I shouldn't be doing this, I told myself frantically. I don't know this man.
But I couldn’t move. Tyler had claimed me, and my body was his playground. His hands roamed down to my breasts and he squeezed them slightly before moving down to the hem of my dress.
He moved his li
ps to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with passion as he grabbed my legs and hoisted me onto his waist, pressing my ass cheeks up against the window. It felt incredible, and any resistance I felt was washed away from the powerful lust coursing through my body.
If there was anyone who could see us in the surrounding hi-rise buildings, they had a wonderful view of my ass.
I was surprised when Tyler let me go, dropping me back to my feet, and knelt down before me. Looking up at me with that intense gaze, he raised my dress up to my abdomen, revealing my panties. He sniffed once, as if inhaling my scent, then he pulled them down, tossing them onto the wooden floor.
He placed his hands on my moist mound and I groaned. He slid a single finger inside and I gasped as he probed the inside of my canal for a moment before taking it back out. Even I could see the juices covering his finger. I was already soaking wet.
Looking up at me, he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
"Sweet," he growled.
He took two of his fingers and spread my lips wide open like a butterfly, and began licking forcefully, sending me to cloud nine. While he licked, he stuck a finger back inside, sliding it in and out. Slowly, he added another.
The sensation was incredible. I could hardly take it as he thrust in and out, now with three fingers. Wet, plop sounds filled the loft as he wiggled his fingers inside of me, scattering my juices all over my thighs. A force was building inside my stomach. I reached down and held onto his shoulders, weak in the knees, almost collapsing against the window.
He looked at me with a feral scowl. I felt like he was a wild animal, claiming me as his property as he pumped deep inside of me.
Finally, I could take no more. A raw scream escaped my throat. It was so loud that I thought his neighbors could hear me. Too bad. My limbs rippled from the powerful sensation coursing through my body.
Slowly, Tyler pulled his fingers out. They were covered by my juices and he licked at his fingers like an animal.
He rose to his feet and grabbed onto me. I was still weak from my mind-blowing orgasm, but he didn't care. He walked me over to the couch and bent me over. I could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, and then I thought I heard the sound of him ripping open a package. I’m sure he was well-stocked.
He entered me and I gasped as he felt incredibly large. My juices quickly lubricated him, and he began to pound into me as I dug my fingernails into the couch, barely able to take him.
While he hammered into me, he pulled my dress all the way above my breasts and snatched off my bra, grabbing onto my nipples and twisting them. I gasped in pain, and all I could hear was the sound of smacking flesh filling the room as his chiseled thighs smacked into my ass.
A fire was building in my stomach again. I was on the brink of an incredible orgasm, more crazy than the last. Before I could come, Tyler pulled out. I tried to turn around, but he held me against the couch.
"Beg for it," he commanded me.
I needed his magnificent tool, which I still hadn’t seen, back inside me. My body craved it. But my pride was getting in the way.
"No," I said angrily.
He pulled me up against his body and placed his hand around my throat from behind me. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my back. The pulses were strong and powerful.
"Beg for it," he repeated, his breath hot on my neck. He took his other hand and grabbed my breast, squeezing it firmly.
I leaned my head back into him and moaned. His touch felt incredible.
"Do it," he insisted. When I didn't immediately comply, he pushed me forward over the couch and took his dick and smacked my ass with it. Then he teased his head around my entry, rubbing me with the tip.
"Oh God. Give it to me please!” I cried.
"Louder."
“Fuck me!” I yelled.
My eyes went wide and I gasped when he thrust himself balls deep inside of me. This time, he pounded me with incredible force while holding onto my waist. I knew that I was going to be sore, but I didn’t care. My body was on fire and it felt so fucking good.
His grip on my waist tightened, so hard that it was painful. Inside, I could feel his cock grow even harder. I knew he was going to come soon, and so was I.
His breathing became labored and heavy, his thrusts slower and deliberate. Before he could climax, I came first, screaming like a psycho, digging my fingernails into the couch.
Tyler was next. One powerful thrust, and he collapsed against my back with a grunt, his sweat melding with mine, his cock contracting powerfully inside of me. He held me there for a few moments in a seductive silence.
I couldn't believe what I’d done. I was only supposed to be going to Roxy's to have a little fun, not end up back at his place becoming one of his new conquests.
You made a big mistake, Vicky, I told myself.
But didn't I deserve it? The sex had been incredible. Mind-blowing. Addicting.
Tyler apparently wasn't done with me just yet. He pulled out of me and straightened. I stood up, my insides feeling sore, and I turned around. Tyler still had his shirt on, though unbuttoned, showing off his incredible abs that were slick with his sweat, and his pants pooled at the bottom of his legs. His cock, semi-flaccid, was as big as I thought it would be, with a huge, luscious head. The condom he was wearing hung half off his shaft, almost filled to the brim with fluid.
He stepped out of his pants, took me by the hand, and led me up the winding stairs. The top of the stairs let out into a large room that was black and grey. A king-size bed stood before us, welcoming and inviting.
This is my time to say that I need to go, I said to myself, and forget that this ever happened.
"Maybe I should go," I said.
Tyler pushed me toward the bed. "I can't allow that." Slowly, he peeled off the condom and then walked over to the wastebasket and tossed it inside.
"I can run out of here if I want to," I threatened.
He walked back over in front of me and grinned. "Try it."
I didn't move. I was such a wimp.
"On your knees," he commanded.
I hesitated. Who did he think he was? And how the hell could he possibly be recovered in five minutes?
"Now!" he roared.
Despite his tone, I giggled until I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. He stalked forward and grabbed me. "You think it's funny?" he growled at me. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was turned on to the max. "Get on your fucking knees."
"Make me," I said fearlessly to his face.
He pushed me down so fast I had no time to react. On my knees, I was level with his dick. Up close, oh my, it seemed even bigger than before, and my mouth was watering for it. I stared at it longingly, even noting his chiseled thighs surrounding it. I ran my hand up his thigh, marveling at the power in them.
I had to admit, Tyler was the epitome of male masculinity. Powerful and magnificent.
“Now show me what you can do with those lips."
Before I knew it, he was inside of my mouth and I was close to gagging. Above me, he let out a groan. I pulled back on his shaft to gain respite, sucking gently on his huge head. It didn’t take long before he was back rock hard again.
Eager for more, Tyler placed a hand behind my head and guided me along his shaft. It was hard for me to take all of him, but I did the best I could. I used my right hand to fondle his balls. They felt huge and full—surprising after the load he’d just emptied.
His head felt like it hit the back of my throat and I almost gagged. I pulled away and gasped for breath. This whole time I'm thinking, I can't believe I'm doing this.
Tyler only let me get a couple of breaths in before he was back inside of my mouth, thrusting and pumping. His powerful thigh muscles flexed in front of my face as he forcefully pushed inside.
Before long, he was bucking inside of my mouth, testing my gag reflex to the limits, using my mouth like his personal fuck box. I struggled to breathe and to not gag as he held me in place
to keep me from gaining a respite.
He let out a feral groan and I felt him growing harder and firmer in my mouth. I knew he was about to come. I couldn't allow him to empty himself down my throat. I wasn’t going to let him win.
I could feel his cock pulsating as it rubbed along my tongue, ready to burst. At the last possible second, I jerked away and Tyler gasped.
He was forced to finish himself off and he blew his load all over the floor. Rising to my feet, I watched in fascination as he threw his head back, his muscles rippling, his washboard stomach contracting in and out while he stroked every last drop out of his huge balls.
When he was done, he let out a sigh and straightened before looking at me. I tried not to glance at the mess on the floor, and I wondered who'd clean it up.
"You pulled away," he said in an accusatory tone. "You weren't supposed to."
"Yeah," I replied. "I wasn't going to let you come in my mouth. What do you think I am?”
He walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair. "You have a tart little mouth on you, you know that?"
I came awake with a gasp. I was still in Tyler’s bed, naked as the day I was born. I ran my hand through the soft, rumpled covers, searching. Tyler was gone. I didn't know if he was in the bathroom or what. I just knew my body felt sore all over.
“I see he’s brought another one home,” said a deep voice.
Startled, I looked up.
Dressed in fancy clothing, there was an older, grey-haired man standing at the edge of the stairs, staring at me.
I stared back at him, mouth wide, when I suddenly realized that I was naked. I quickly snatched the covers and held them to my breasts.
“Who are you?” I demanded, frightened.
“Jonathan, Mr. Locklin’s butler.” Jonathan nodded his head back down the stairs. “I saw you two when you came in.”
My throat was suddenly dry. “Did you see us . . .” my words trailed off.
“Having sex?” Jonathan let out a chuckle. “Heavens, no. I’d never do that.”
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