by Mia Ford
“I don’t want to be blackmailed into being with him.”
“Emily you need to be with someone. Damn! That pussy of yours must be all dried up. It’s never seen a dick!”
“Do you have to be vulgar all the time?”
She laughs, “You’re twenty-three. You don’t party. You don’t socialize until you’re forced to do it. Even my mom has more of a social life than you do and she’s the captain of a bridge team. Not the most exciting game in the world, but compared to your life. It’s riveting!”
I smile at the idea of a bridge captain having a better life than I.
“I know, I know…”
She stops me talking, “You don’t know, because if you did, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You stood me up for a dirty weekend in Vegas. I’ll forgive you. If it were for one of your designs, then I really wouldn’t do.”
“So, you think that I should just enjoy myself.”
“Girl, I’ve been telling you that for years. The only time that you go out is to either try and sell designs or our weekly Starbucks meet-up. That’s if you don’t stand me up for to make a new design, which most of the time you do.”
I sigh, “Sorry.”
“No, you go and get your groove on. All work and no play makes Emily a dull girl. Trust me, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and most likely it’ll be written all over your face. All I ask is for one thing?”
“What’s that?”
“That you come back and tell me if I was right. If he has a big cock?”
“You’re too much you know that.”
She giggles, “But I want to know. Now get off the phone and make sure that you look as sexy as hell this weekend. So, that he can fill you up with his big, fat cock!”
“Bye Michelle!”
“Be a bad girl! And I want you to tell me if I’m right when you get back.”
“Remember, what happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas.”
I can hear her grumble, but then I hang up the phone before she says another word. She’s brought a smile to my face. One that reassures me that I’m going to take her words on the board and have fun. For once in my life.
Kurt calls out on the intercom, “We’re here. I’m just going to get your case out before opening the door.”
I look out and see that it’s as impressionable then I thought that it would be. We’re on the Vegas strip. The bright lights, the flashing signs are not an exaggeration when people talk about them.
Everything about this place is exciting and as he hands my case to a valet and says my name. I’m shocked when the boy follows us inside. I thought that Kurt would just drop me at the hotel, but it looks as if he wants to make sure that I check-in too.
I could get used to this life. The personal touch, where everything’s taken care off. I feel as if I’m in a different world as I walk through the reception area seeing the golden walls and the strong lights. There are people casually walking on the black marble floors, but to me this is a big deal. I don’t know what I’m more excited about?
Being with Marvin or just being here in Vegas?
As we reach the reception, Kurt says my name, and then with a nod, he tells me that I’m in the penthouse suite. The most expensive room in the hotel. I’m sure about it. I want to ask if I’m staying alone or if Marvin’s going to join me? But I don’t say a word and nod as quiet as a mouse, “Thank you.”
He nods and walks away. I’m left with the bell boy and as I watch him enter a different elevator. Not the one’s in the main hall; I feel as if I’m Cinderella. Being taken away from the rags to the riches.
Once we reach the suite, the bell boy’s talking, and I remember that I need to give him a tip. I can’t help but draw to the window wall which has a full view of the strip. He tells me that I can easily draw the curtains. I could sit on the bed and watch it all night long.
I reach in my purse and hand him a $20 note. I don’t even know if that’s the going rate? $5 would have seemed pathetic and $10 even more. I’m staying in the penthouse; I need to look the part.
But once he leaves and the doors close, I end up jumping up and down like a little kid on the bed shouting, “Yeah!”
Chapter Four
Marvin
Kurt told me that he dropped Emily at the hotel around forty-five minutes ago, so I don’t understand why she’s not at the restaurant. One thing I hate is tardiness. I like everything to be on time, and I don’t like surprises, but I have one at the moment, and it’s not sitting well with me.
Kurt checked her in, so she can’t be lost. All she has to do is go down a few floors in the elevator. That’s not hard, especially for someone as intelligent as her.
“Would you excuse me?” I say quickly to my colleagues and get up as my patience starts to spiral out of control. I don’t wait for their response as I get up and move away from the table. As I head to the entrance, I check my phone.
Nothing!
I’m just about to go to the reception to make sure that she hasn’t decided to chicken out and that she’s still on board with our agreement. That’s when I see her, walking through the reception and all eyes are on her as she has a black dress that looks as if it’s a second skin. It hugs her so tightly as it holds her ample breasts and revealing a good amount of cleavage with the oval in the middle of the dress.
It’s as if she’s completely covered from top to toe about from the revealing oval in the middle which runs from her breasts down to near enough her naval.
Fuck!
I don’t even feel like taking her to dinner. I don’t want any company, my cock’s screaming to be inside her tight pussy. She has a rope around her neck, no doubt it’ll be one of her designs, but that’s not what everyone has their eye on. No the blonde-haired beauty with her hair tied up is heading in my direction with a seductive smile. One that lets me know that tonight she’s all mine.
“Hi.”
I can’t say any more, because she’s taken my breath away and judging by her new found audience, I’m not the only one.
“I thought that maybe you got lost, Emily?”
She raises an eyebrow, “No Marvin. I just took too long getting ready. I wanted to make sure that I looked nice for dinner.”
I should compliment her and tell her that she looks beautiful, but I think that maybe she knows that already, by the way, that she’s smiling at me and our eyes lock for a second and I have to shake my head to remember why I came out here in the first place.
“Well, we have company. They’re waiting.”
“Oh, I thought that it would be just you and me?”
I’m trying to get out of the trance. I have my hands in my pocket trying to hide my obvious bulge that’s growing by the fucking second.
Shit!
I need to keep this under wraps, but as I look at her appealing lips, I wonder if she wants a kiss?
I pull her close to me, and she doesn’t try to resist my touch as I inhale her citric fragrance, it seems to dance around my nose, and my cock goes into overtime.
Shit, I don’t want to go to dinner.
I just want her right now!
I wonder if she’s thinking the same way that I am right now. Her body language is hard to read, she’s close to me, but then part of her feels as if she’s backing away.
"You have friends with you?"
I almost smile, because I can see the disappointment written all over her face as she starts to pout.
This is just one part of our arrangement, she’s to be where I say and do it with no questions asked, but I’ll ease her into it for now. Behind closed doors, when it’s just her and me, that’ll be an entirely different story.
“No, Emily. Colleagues. I have a favor to ask of you.”
She raises an eyebrow and comes closer towards me. As if I have a secret to share with her. I have one, and it’s about the fact that she’s making me so fucking hot right now. I only have a shirt on, and I wonder if the sweat is showing through it.
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sp; “I need you to pretend to be my date, just so that they think I’m a man who’s in a steady relationship. I did tell them I was expecting a date, anyway. That’s not an issue, is it?”
I watch her carefully, and I can see her reserve and the nerves start settling through as she says, “I'll do my best.”
“Good girl!”
Her voice is quivering, and the sexy temptress that was walking towards me in the reception area has been replaced by a timid child. One that’s not sure what think about the change of events, and she doesn’t have to worry about that. There’s only one thing that should be on her mind.
Pleasing me.
Because when it’s all said and done, she’ll be happy that she came. That part of it, I’m confident about seeing as she made such an effort thinking that we would dine alone.
“I’m sure your best will be enough. Don’t worry, you’re here with me, and nothing bad will come of it. Trust me.”
She hesitates for a moment as she seems unclear what to do. She’s starting to walk forward, but then hovering her foot behind her.
“You do trust me, Emily?”
She turns to me, “I’m here aren’t I?”
I see she wants to play that game. I can do that too. I take out my arm, and she looks her arm in mine. As I lead her to the rest of the party.
I tell her the one thing I should have said from the start, “You look beautiful tonight.”
She turns to me, “I was wondering if I’d gone over the top.”
She seems a bit more relaxed after my admission.
“You could never go over the top Emily, everything about you is natural from your head right down to your toe.”
She smiles at my compliment and her stance changes from one of the nerves back to the confident one that was coming to meet me in the reception area.
As we approach the restaurant to where the rest of my party are waiting. I introduce her, and I feel proud of her sitting by my side. I’m no longer worried about being my best friend’s daughter.
Mainly, because I know that in a short time, she’ll be mine. For the rest of the evening, Emily plays her part well, sitting close to me, making casual touches here and there throughout the meal, and answering questions with me about our relationship. She’s so good that I start to believe that it’s true not fiction.
Once the meal is finished, our group begins to disperse, others going ahead for more fun, while I get up to lead Emily out the restaurant and to where we can be alone. I feel I have held back long enough.
“Marvin, have we finished pretending?”
I grin at her, “Better than expected! I have more games to play for us to play.”
“I don’t think that I can do it again. This meal was a struggle, but I know you, Marvin. Not as well as my dad, but enough to say things about you and your past.”
I shake my head, “I think you can because back then you were playing with one. And you were on fire.”
She doesn’t say a word as I can feel her thinking about what I’d just said, but she doesn’t have to think about anything. All she has to do is play along and not only will she find it fun. But she’ll soon discover that it’s so natural to her.
Chapter Five
Marvin
I decide that I want to spend some time together with her. I can’t wait to get her in the bedroom, strip her down and see every inch of her body. But not only view it but touch it. I bet her skin feels as soft as skin. And as for those alluring lips, they draw me in all the time, and all I want to do is taste them and put them so fucking close to mine.
She still seems nervous especially now that we’re alone. I move in the direction of the bar, and she follows my lead. I want her to know that at any time she can back out. I’m not holding her hostage, if the truth be known, whether she decides to participate or not?
I’m not a monster, and I’ve known her, her whole life. I’m not about to bail out on her now. I walk to the side and pause as I see a quiet area. There’s no one around to hear our conversation, and it will be the first time since she called me up saying that she wants to take me up on my offer, that we’ve had a chance to talk.
“So, do you want a drink?”
She touches my shoulders slightly and for a second I completely lose focus. Emily’s the type of woman that loves to touch people. That’s the side of her that I’ve always been attracted to, her free nature which seems to have grown now that she’s a beautiful swan.
“Are we going to the room afterward?”
“You’re keen!”
I’m teasing her, but I can tell by the look on her face, that she’s not hundred percent convinced. She makes me feel guilty about what I have in mind for us, and I shouldn’t feel that way, and she shouldn’t regret it. Especially when my cock is begging me to take her to the room right now, but I need to do it at a pace where I’m comfortable with things to go to the next step. The one that I’ve had on my mind all fucking day.
“No, I thought that we could sit down and talk.”
She smiles, “I don’t remember us ever doing that properly. Well, not quite. Just the once.”
I watch as the waitress draws near to us. There seems to be a rule in this hotel as soon as someone sits down they have to jump up like spring chickens to serve them.
“Hi, My name’s Candy, and I’ll be your hostess for the evening. Would you like the wine? Cocktail or snack menu?”
Before I can even answer, she laughs and says, “Or I could just bring all three?”
Emily shakes her head, “I’ll just have a Cosmopolitan.”
Candy nods, “Good choice and you sir?”
“I’ll just have a JD on the rocks.”
“Okay, I’ll bring them right up.”
Then as bubbly as she was when she came over, she leaves our side and allows me to get on to do what I was trying to do before she came over.
“She’s a bit too happy for me,” Emily laughs. “And I figure that seeing as you’re paying I’ll go all out and order cocktails, something that I wouldn’t normally do.”
Maybe I won’t have to try so hard because she’s already starting to loosen up.
“Emily, why did you call me?”
She chokes, “You know why. I need the money. The business is not doing so well.”
“Yes, but you could have called the bank. Or even talked to your parents about it. I’m sure that they would love to help you.”
She shakes her head, her blue eyes are saddened by the directness of my question, and I didn’t mean to be so cold especially when I was acting like a kid on Christmas day when she called, knowing that today he’ll get the present that he desired the most.
“Dad’s no doing so well with the business, and I tried the bank. They won’t touch me.”
“How bad is it?”
“Bad enough that I’ve stopped selling to four department stores.”
She pauses as Candy comes with her blonde curls bouncing up and down as she lays the drinks in front of us. She asks if we want anything else, and surprising both Emily and I say at the same time, “No.”
Emily crosses her legs, and my eyes enlarge as I try to see what panties she has on if any. She watches my eyes and then does it again, but this time a lot slower, giving me a sneak preview of the black lace panties that she has on underneath. She seductively sips her drink with her eyes on me.
She decides to continue telling me about the business as I start to move closer towards her, “Three boutiques have canceled and a clothing line that was due to be in Paris Fashion week next month, no longer wants to work with me.”
“Impressive, you had clothing lines in the books too? I admire that you seem to have expanded and tried different avenues. Something that you weren’t trying nearly a year ago when I suggested it to you. The problem with her business and any business is the fact that you can’t put all your eggs in one basket. You need different revenue options, that’s the only way to survive. Because if one dies, they’ll always be ano
ther to take off the heat. Always,” I sip my JB which is a far cry from the bottle of Manhattan Rye that I have back home waiting for me.
She quickly sips the rest of her drink, “Did you come here to lecture me?”
I shake my head, “No, why do you always take criticism to be negativity? It’s the only way to grow.”
She nods her head, “Sorry to be so defensive. I’m not good at failing.”
I laugh thinking about the many times that I’ve ventured into different business and run them at a loss as my mind starts going into business mode and my cock will have to wait for the next event of the night.
“I’m not laughing at you, but you have a tendency to think that everything that’s not a perfect score is bad. Like when you were in gymnastics, and you didn’t get picked to represent the school, instead of trying harder you quit.”
“I was a kid back then.”
“Maybe so, Emily but the attitude now is the same. Take the parts that didn’t work and then think of how to make them work going forward.”
She shakes her head, “I did that just now.”
“No, you told me all the problems with the business. You didn’t see the positive side of things. You tried a different avenue as I said,” I wave my hand down to indicate to Candy that she needs to refill Emily’s glass. Just one more. I don’t want her drunk. Just a little more lively.
“You never supplied to department stores a year ago. You never even considered clothing lines. Instead, you had random orders from stores. No contracts. Nothing. You were that kid that used to go with her case and sell to stores. Hoping that someone would buy them.”
She sighs, “I know, but that kid never had an apartment, bills or even worse people working for her. There’s a big difference between that kid and I at the moment.”
“And this is the reason that you need to take risks. Not over the top risks, like what you were doing, sticking to the one thing that you knew. Randomly selling to whoever wanted to buy them.”
I know that I’m making sense to her, but the look on her face tells me that maybe she’s drinking her cosmopolitan's a bit too fast. I’m glad that we had the little talk. I can see that Emily has some growing up to do. Even if in my eyes she still has the body of a goddess.
