by Mia Ford
“I will need to know all the information before deciding one way or the other.” There was suddenly a briefcase on the table. It was silver and gleaming under the light. He opened it using a personal code.
“I’m way ahead of you. This is everything my security force has found. It’s not much, but it is something to go one. Whoever is coming after me is very careful to take baby steps. I’ve had threatening letters in the past, but usually, it’s from a disgruntled employee or a past lover. This is different and it’s like I have wronged someone. They want their pound of flesh and I fear that a more direct approach is coming soon. I need somebody with your skill set to eliminate the threat.” The file was thick and I would need time to peruse the contents.
I sat purposely spreading my legs and giving him something to think about. The lips of my sex were swollen and looked ready for an invading force of manly proportion. I was going to give the bellboy a thrill and there was no telling how far I was going to go. With the way that I was feeling, it wouldn’t have been out of the realm of possibility to leave him with lipstick marks all over his body.
“I get this feeling that money has always been the answer for you. You have this air about you. It makes me believe a silver spoon in your mouth is not uncommon. Your money is not going to save you this time. From your point of view, I’m sure you think otherwise, but money only takes you so far. There’s always somebody with more and no doubt you have come to these conclusions on your own.” I was going to lay a bombshell in his lap, but he was not naïve enough not to think of this possibility himself.
“We are on the same wavelength. I have somebody inside the hen house and it’s time to fight fire with fire. I’ve done my research on you and most of your story revolves around being in the Marines. I can only imagine what kind of hardships you had to deal with. You seem to have weathered the storm.” He wasn’t looking at me in the way most men would. How he could prevent himself from not looking at me with a salacious stare was beyond me.
“I’m going to ask you something up front and I hope you don’t feel that I’m getting too personal. Do you even like girls? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging and everybody has the right to play on whatever side of the fence they want.” I was backpedaling fast. He burst into hysterics with a belly laugh that had me sitting back concerned.
“Just because I don’t stare at you doesn’t mean that I haven’t noticed. I’m just a little more subtle than someone looking at a car accident on the side of the road. I’m not immune to how you look and I would be a damn fool if I said that the idea of sleeping with you doesn’t appeal to me.” It was a relief to know that I was still woman enough to bring the boys to the yard.
“I thought I was losing it and would have to go under the knife at the ripe age of 35. I do my best to do things the natural way which is always the hard way. I will gladly take your assignment, but I have one condition.” He looked confused and the money that he was giving me was supposed to be the incentive.
“Be careful about asking for too much and I find greed an ugly quality in a woman.” He had obviously had women that were only after his pocketbook.
“If I am going to play the part of your girlfriend, then you need to show me some affection. Obviously, you’re going to do that in public, but I want more. I have this itch I can’t scratch. You are the perfect tool and don’t think that I haven’t noticed the added bonus.” He had to be a good 8 inches and more than a mouthful.
“Let me get this straight. I give you the money to protect me and you are suggesting that we sleep together. I’m not sure if I’m dreaming, but I think it would be a good idea for me to pinch myself to find out.” I had caught him off guard and seeing his face flush was a good indication that he wasn’t going to say no.
“I have needs and you have what I need to satiate the hunger. There’s no reason why we can’t mix business with pleasure. It’s strictly a matter of convenience. There are no emotional entanglements and it will give us the building blocks of our relationship. I don’t see there’s anything to think about. We both get what we want with the added incentive of physical activity in the bedroom.” My proposal had a lot more to offer than just protecting his body. He was a specimen of man. I was inclined to uncover what he was hiding from me.
“I wasn’t expecting this, but how can I refuse the temptation of being with you. I like the idea of having no expectations. You can start tomorrow night by meeting me at a fundraiser. I want things to seem like a natural progression. I don’t want there to be any doubt amongst those of my inner circle. They need to believe the chemistry, but I don’t think that we’re going to have any difficulty with that.” He got up and this time he did make the once over which had me happy to make his acquaintance.
Chapter four
I arrived fashionably late, wearing a red dress that left very little for men to imagine. It had this very intricate slit up the side giving way to a naked expanse of thigh. I was wearing my sexuality like one of these high profile socialites. The plunging neckline had every tongue falling on the floor. I walked by them with a sense of authority. I made the room my own, keeping my eyes peeled for the subject which turned out to be my employer.
I found him talking about politics with those smoking cigars. I jumped right into the conversation, touching his arm every so often which invited an examination of the goods.
“You make some valid points. I find myself interested in learning more. Perhaps, you would be interested in joining me for a nightcap out on the veranda.” I moved one lone manicured red painted fingernail down his cheek. I could tell out of my peripheral vision that every guy standing within proximity was jealous.
“I’m afraid I can’t afford you. I can, but I’m really not interested in paying for play.” He was making it appear that I was hired for the high-class festivities in the role of the woman of the night. It was good way to throw off any suspicion that we were working together in a common goal to protect his life.
“I’m not going to dignify your comment with a response. I work hard for my money and I don’t need men to shower me with gifts. If you don’t want to spend time with me, then I’m sure that others will be able to fill your shoes quite nicely. You should never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes it’s necessary to see what’s underneath and read the story before you make snap judgments. I’m not looking for a handout and I have a donation for the cause.” He had given me a blank check and I had made it out for $10,000 which I presented to the chair of the fundraiser.
I stormed off, showing my distaste and not giving him the satisfaction of looking back to see his reaction. There was an iced chill in the air and I was able to make myself look like the woman scorned. He would feel compelled to make amends.
I continued to make my rounds, talking about various subjects without missing a beat. I’d always been a sponge and learning was the cornerstone of my education. I surprised some with my intellect and how easily I kept up with current events.
I had them eating out of the palm of my hand without them even realizing it. I could snap their neck without blinking an eye. They had no idea what kind of danger they were in, but that was only if I were to let loose the killing instinct. I had no interest in using violence and picking up a gun had no appeal. I’d seen too many in my scope to ever feel it were necessary to end somebody’s life with the pull of a trigger. I came to learn the hard way that facing my enemy face to face gave me a sense of satisfaction.
“Excuse me, but I think that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I know I assumed something that wasn’t true, but you have to admit you don’t exactly fit in with this high brow crowd.” He was standing behind me with this hot breath on my neck. I could feel a tingle of excitement run down my spine. “Let me make it up to you with dinner. There is a quaint little place down the block. We can escape this boredom for something a lot more pleasurable. Give me the courtesy of letting me chow down on humble pie.” He was working hard, but he wasn’t going overboard which was th
e key to letting things progress naturally.
“I don’t see any reason why I should give you the time of day after what you said to me. If you thought for a moment taking me out to dinner was going to save you the embarrassment then you’re sadly mistaken.” I wasn’t going to play it easy when it was so much more fun to play hard to get.
“I just want to make it up to you. Name your stakes and money is not an object.” He was going back to old habits which I was going to have to break him of if this was ever going to work.
“You’re the type of man that throws money at your problems. I’m not so easily impressed by what you have in your account. I’m going for a walk in the garden. You can join me if you want, but I’m not going to twist your arm.” I walked away from him leaving him to follow me like a lovelorn puppy dog.
I went into the elevator and he was right there beside me with his hands by his side like he didn’t know what to do with them. “That was pretty crafty, Payton. We really do play off of each other. I have to wonder what you’re going to do for an encore.” I looked up at the camera and knew our interaction was being witnessed by those in the control booth.
“I wanted you to work for it instead of thinking you were god’s gift to women.” I kept my voice low purposely preventing anybody from overhearing. “We’re wasting the perfect opportunity and I’m not going to allow it to happen.” I took his hand and made him watch as I sucked each finger with my tongue swirling around every digit.
“I shouldn’t have…assumed anything and that was my mistake to make.” I felt alive like somebody had turned a switch and gave me the license to act out inappropriately. “If I haven’t mentioned it already, then let me rectify the miscarriage of justice. The dress you are wearing is absolutely to die for. It’s just enough and not enough at the same time.” I took the hand with his finger soaking in my spit and I moved it up underneath my dress to the surprised expression on his face.
“I think you can tell that I’m not wearing panties. I find them unnecessary. I feel so much better when I’m flying free and clear.” I thought that I was going to have to beat him over the head, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. He found that I was already wet to the touch. The lips were begging with insistence by pulling at his one finger. He was purposely teasing me, drawing circles around the entrance and then he penetrated with my eyes showing how easily he had taken the initiative.
“I love a girl who knows what she wants. There’s nothing sexier than feeling nothing in my way. I don’t know what your intention is, but I’m putting myself into your capable hands.” He shouldn’t have said that. Those words gave me the opening that I was looking for. I hunched down, swallowing his one finger all the way until there was nothing left. I was thinking about the way that I had given him the close-up view of my tenderness in the hotel room. I could easily see myself on top of him in that bed where the magic happened.
“I do have something of a wild streak. You haven’t seen…anything yet.” He pulled down the straps on my red dress, exposing my braless wonders and giving those guys a thrill to remember. He bent and began to give them a whitewash of attention with his tongue. He flicked at the hardened buds, grazing them with his nails and then doing the same thing with his teeth. I was extra sensitive in that region and there was no doubt in my mind that he could feel how I was affected.
“I want to uncover everything there is about you. I find myself at a loss at the reason why a woman like you is here with me. We didn’t exactly meet in good standing. Mistakes were made, but it appears that we have hurtled those obstacles.” He had his hand on the back of my neck and then he was kissing me in a feverish pitch.
The finger inside me was joined by another and I was literally humping his fingers up and down in a lazy and unrushed momentum. I was really drawing it out and allowing the dress to expose me and the wetness clinging to the inside of my thighs.
My hair like lace was wrapped around his fingers and there was no reason to wait any longer. He applied pressure with his tongue and I gave him my submission. We hotly manhandled each other, not caring about the audience and what they might be doing to relieve their current situation.
Those fingers were thick and gave me a reminder of what I had outlined in his pants. The framework of his anatomy was something for me to explore. I grabbed onto him, feeling him pump like it had a pulse of its own and wanting to see it up close and personal.
He had me pinned up against the wall and I was dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to care. My whole body was electrified, short-circuited on the pleasure inflicted on me. It was a healthy dose of reality. I had let moments slip out of my hand. I had the chance to be with several men, but I was selective.
I was feeling sexy and free. What he was doing was giving me a different kind of passion. I was breathing like I was running while he was taking me there. I could do this all night and the skintight vise that I had around his fingers was only giving him ideas.
The elevator had come to an abrupt halt and the shrill alarm was lost in the passion of the moment. My heart was beating out of time. I was out of control and letting his fingers stir me to a creamy froth.
His tongue was igniting those nerve endings in my mouth. I didn’t know where he ended and began in his pants. I took careful aim at his libido by squeezing every so often to announce my intention to drop the pretense of my innocence.
It was a good thing that he had his hand on the small of my back. He was holding me up by sheer will alone. It was an aphrodisiac to hear him moan with me playing with his manhood which was nicely hidden from view. I was tempted to take it out, but it seemed far more important to let him have his way with me.
“I can’t stand here and take this for very much longer. I’ve been fighting the natural urge to climax for the last few minutes. I’m going to let you do some of the work. It’s so much better when somebody else is doing it.” I was stuck against the wall like a fly in flypaper. I could’ve easily gotten away, but I had to make it look like I was delirious with desire.
“I want you to cum all over my fingers, so I can feed it to you afterward. I want to see you enjoying your own delight. You are going to be more inclined to sleep with me when I have you begging for it. This is a marathon and not a sprint.” He was rubbing me in just the right way and there was no need to fake the obvious release of my sexual endorphins.
“I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I want to come back… YESSSSS.” My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and my legs trembled in orgasm. I felt totally out of my element and floating above my body. My skin was on fire and my mouth was parched like I couldn’t get enough moisture. He was leaning into me, sucking on my neck and touching on a particular weak spot.
The tip of his tongue, licking in circles enhanced and prolonged my experience until I was left limp and motionless against the wall. He pulled his fingers clear and then stuffed them in my mouth which I greedily accepted. It was the first time somebody had done the impossible by taking the control out of my hands. It was a position that I was not used to. I could certainly see myself wanting to do that again under similar circumstances. The idea of performing a show in a semi-public place was drawing out of me this secret kink that I didn’t even know I had.
The elevator descended with me straightening up and licking my lips to taste myself all over again. We didn’t say anything, but the smile on our faces said more than any words could possibly.
“You mentioned something about taking me out to dinner.” With breathless determination, I sealed my fate by giving him my phone number.
“You can wear the same dress and I don’t think that you’re going to be wearing it for long. I find red is a good color on you. It makes me crazy and there are times I look at you and I’m not sure if I’m thinking straight.” He gave me a kiss on the back of the hand. This was the perfect contrast from the way he had finger fucked me until I was creaming and screaming at the same time. I had muffled most of it by bit
ing into his shoulder, but I was not opposed to letting out the buildup of emotions brought about by his hand touching me in just the right way.
Chapter five
I woke up in the morning looking over at the other side of the bed and knowing he wasn’t there. We didn’t spend the night together, but it was not from lack of trying. He was purposely driving me crazy. I enjoyed the attention and something of convenience was going to help to alleviate some of that stress. I wouldn’t have to go out looking for a strange piece. Knight Williams had given me a reason to go to work with him in the guise of being his girlfriend.
I stood naked in front of my closet still feeling his fingers inside me and the way that he had stirred up the temperature in between my legs. I had given him my conditions and he had wholeheartedly agreed. He was, after all, a man and how could he possibly say no to the whole package.
I found a summer dress with multi colors and I wore nothing underneath it. I wanted to see his reaction when he accidentally found out for himself how naughty I could be. When we separated last night, he gave me the address of his building. He wanted me to be there bright and early. I was going to do him one better.
I got into my cherry red 65 mustang which was left to me by my father. It was a graduation gift. We had worked on it together tirelessly day and night to restore it back to showroom condition. The engine had aftermarket mufflers and the rumble when it came to life was like my own personal aphrodisiac between my legs.
I sat there and let the vibration course through my body. I licked my lips in anticipation of the big one. I wasn’t going to get there without something to push me over the edge. I knew somebody that might have some ideas about what to do.
Last night might’ve been good enough for him, but it wasn’t for me. I had the intention of riding him until I broke him. I could see he was anxious and by allowing him to finger fuck me in the elevator I almost gave him a sure thing. That was primarily the reason why I had to put the brakes on. I didn’t want him to think this was on his timetable.
