All Grown Up 4-Book Taboo Bundle (Man of the House Forbidden Penetration Box Set)

by Kitty Stroker

  The other type of client was the rich stay at home wife. Sometimes she had her husband in tow but most of the time she just had his black Amex card. You could spot them a mile away because they dressed like they were in Vogue magazine. They always had perfect hair and huge engagement rings and they always had the most expensive handbags on their arms.

  They always spent tons of money so those were the clients that everybody fought for. For some reason, they always preferred to be helped by the Angela types in the store. Ex-cheerleaders sticking together, or something, I don't know. I did well enough with my commission from the college girls and their boyfriends so I didn't mind.

  Sometimes, when the boyfriends would come in to pick up something for their girl, they would ask my advice. It was always the same sort of guy in the boyfriend role. He was a tall guy in his early 20s who looked like he played lacrosse while water polo season was on break. They all wore those tight polo shirts or just t-shirts and those rope necklaces.

  They always described the same girl, a future ex-cheerleader with a bubbly name, and asked what she would like. I would tell them what she would like, but I had the speech on autopilot so I could give it without thinking. What I was really thinking about was what their little girlfriend would do to show her appreciation for something in a little blue box.

  I dreamed about one of those cute boys spending their entire last paycheck on a gift for me. I don't know how their girlfriends reacted. I imagined that they always got gifts like that because pretty girls always got gifts like that. A girl like me would appreciate a gift like that though, and I'd make sure my lucky boyfriend would know it.

  Some days, the best part of my job was daydreaming exactly how I would make that happen.

  I was home relaxing my head on his lap. His scent was familiar yet intoxicating. I was wearing one of t-shirts so I had a double dose of his yummy aroma. We were watching TV but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes were half closed and I was enjoying a light scalp massage as he ran his one hand through my hair. The other hand was massaging my breasts.

  He loved to touch me. Tony practically worshipped every inch of my body. He had a habit of spending hours in the gym everyday, something he picked up as a high school football player. Tony knew what went into building a chiseled body and he wasn't afraid of a little hard work and sweat to get it. Still, he adored my body because I was soft and curvy, just the way his dream girl should be. Tony loved to rub and kiss and lick every inch of me. He had a way of making me feel like a goddess every time we made slow passionate love. He also had a way of making me like the dirtiest slut in the world every time he just took control and fucked me.

  My head was on his lap and I couldn't help but notice the growing stiffness in his shorts. I was rubbing his leg and letting my fingers wander up his leg, closer and closer to the source of that hardness in his lap.

  He leaned over to kiss me and he squeezed my boobs.

  "I love you babe..." he started and trailed off.

  Before I could say "I love you too Tony," he said "and I have a surprise for you."

  Tony got up and ran to the closet and fished around in his jacket a bit. He came out with a little blue box, just like the kind they sold at the store where I worked.

  "I know you had your eye on this Tiffany, I thought I would surprise you." Out comes a silver necklace with the cutest letter "T" charm in fancy handwriting.

  He walked behind me to put it on me, the charm resting just short of my cleavage. He snapped the clasp on the back of my neck and then he planted a kiss on the nape of my neck where it met my shoulder.

  I almost melted.

  This was the best boyfriend ever.

  I touched the charm and caressed it a bit, hardly believing that something I had been staring at in the store was now on my neck. This thing was expensive, it must have taken a whole paycheck for him to get. It was silver, but it felt warm and soft on my chest.

  "Babe, I love it, I..."

  He spun me around and kissed me before I could finish the thought. His soft lips touched mine and I felt sparks. His kisses were always so deep and warm, and I melted some more. I loved his soft lips as much as I loved those killer abs of his.

  His strong hands kneaded the small of my back, pulling me closer to him while erasing the last bit of tension from a long day at the store.

  I leaned back from his kiss to take a look at my wonderful boyfriend and there was such a pleasured look on his face. Tony loved to make me happy and the mile wide smile was the first sign.

  The love between us was palatable and I wanted to show this man exactly what he meant to me.

  Tony unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off the V-neck t-shirt that clung to him after a good workout. My loins tingled with anticipation as he went to unfasten his slacks. The V that started at his abs and lead down to his cock was just starting to be visible when I stopped him with a helpful smile.

  "Let me get that for you." Keeping my eyes on his, I reached into the elastic of his shorts with both ands and caught his hard cock in my grasp. I held his balls with one hand and lifted his hard shaft up and under the elastic with the other.

  "Miss? Miss?!?!"

  The voice jarring me back to reality was a customer at my counter in the store. I wasn't in my apartment with my broke but loving ex-jock boyfriend. My imaginary boyfriend didn't just spend his whole paycheck to give me the trinket I've had my eye on for weeks.

  "Damn," I thought. "These day dreams are going to get me in a lot of trouble one day.

  Too late.

  "Tiffany?" a super sweet yet bitchy voice met my ears. "I'd like to speak with you when you're done helping this customer."

  "Yes, Angela."

  "I'm sorry sir," that fake sweet voice continued, "is there anything I may help you with this fine afternoon?

  "No, just looking. Thanks." The young man shuffled out the door, having lost his nerve after I got lost in my sexy little daydream starring him.

  On a normal day, Ms. Angela gave me crap almost every chance she got. She always got on me about taking too long with broke clients. "Time is money Tiffany" and "We don't pay you to socialize Tiffany" were bad enough. Sometimes, when the sales numbers weren't looking so hot, she would kick it up a notch and talk about my weight. According to her, as I was lazy and my curves were the reason for my laziness.

  Angela smiled until she spun around and had her back to the customers where they couldn't see her face. The mask fell immediately and her true shrill personality came out in full force.

  "What the hell Tiffany? It's bad enough you have to stay on the rookie counter with the cheap stuff longer than anybody else in the store because you can't close a sale! Do you have to stare off into space like a fat idiot now too?"

  "I'm sorry Ms. Angela, it won't" but she interrupted me with more of her tirade.

  She leaned in close enough that I could feel her breath. She lowered her voice, almost to a growl.

  "It better not happen again, or your big ass is grass, Tiff, got it?" Not waiting for an answer, she spun on her red bottom heels and walked back to the VIP area where she worked. Of course that bitch was always there, taking the biggest customers and keeping the commissions for herself.

  She turned around a few feet away to address me again. She put the fake smile back on and the tone of her voice went back from growling pit bull to sweet sugar plum fairy. She approached me as she spoke loud enough for the other sales staff to hear her.

  "Tiffany, don't forget that we have a VIP private shopping session this evening. We are closing the store one hour early to accommodate Mr. Drake and his privacy requests. Mr. Drake does not like to wait and prefers to shop away from other customers. Can I count on you to be 110%? I know that I can, lets knock em dead!!" She swatted me on the ass with a clipboard and then walked back to her section.

  "Could she do that?" I wondered. "Was it assault to hit a worker on the ass? I'm not a basketball player for crying out loud. This is a jewelry store!" Worse yet, I think I
kind of liked the light spanking, and I blushed wondering if that would fall under "sexual harassment."

  The worst part was, we both knew her little pep talk was bullshit. VIPs never bothered to come look at the cheap stuff over where I was. It cost $500,000 an hour just to close the place down, and that was before they bought a single diamond necklace. And VIPs never just bought a single diamond necklace. People like that didn't stop by the charms section where I worked. Ms. Angela knew that and she was just toying with me.

  The rest of the day flew by with a few more flashes back to my delicious daydream. I was thinking about how I was going to treat my wonderful boyfriend. He spoiled me with his last dime so I was going to spoil him with every inch of my body. I was starting to melt all over again as I ran through my "thank you honey" plan.

  I reached up to touch the necklace that I bought for myself with my employee discount and imagined that it was a gift from him. I could swear that I almost smelled his cologne and I closed my eyes to better picture him smiling at me. I had a smile a mile wide as I replayed his declarations of love over and over. I even said it back a few times.

  "I love you too, honey."

  "Excuse me?" a warm but stern voice interrupted my fantasy.

  I jumped so hard from the surprise that I tore the charm off my neck because I'd entwined my fingers in the delicate chain. I saw it fall in slow motion towards the ground. The light metal made the loudest clank sound ever as it hit my counter. My stomach dropped to the floor.

  I stood there in shock, feeling as I had just been struck by lighting. Eventually, my heart started to beat again and I turned to look at the speaker.

  It was the CEO of our store chain and my step-father, Adam Drake. His smooth tanned complexion and his trademark polka dot pocket square looked terrific and I beamed with pride because just this morning, he asked me which handkerchief looked better and I picked that one. His black hair was touched with grey near his ears and his light blue eyes shined like one of the diamonds in our store. He looked exactly like all the photographs of him in the break room, but somehow even more handsome. I never would of thought so before, but seeing him in his element like this was kind of hot. He was powerful. Everyone in the store stood at attention with their eyes on him, but his eyes were only for me.

  "I'd love to tell you the same my dear, but we've only just met, and I never lie. A man's word is his bond." He winked.

  "Oh my God, I am so sorry Da...uhhmm I mean Mr. Drake."

  "Please, please, Mr. Drake is my father. Call me Adam. And there is no need to apologize. I hope I didn't interrupt your daydream."

  My face burned at the little jab. I hated him knowing I was goofing off in the store he owned. He saved my ass when my mom was bitching about my needing a job and I wanted him to know I appreciated this and everything else he'd done for me.

  I could of swore I saw a sparkle of gold in his light blue eyes when he said that, but I was too flustered to think much of it.

  "Mr. Drake, I am sorry, I apologize..."

  "It's fine... Tiffany. Tiffany? Is that your real name? Do you secretly own this store?" He laughed.

  I usually roll my eyes at that joke because I hear it a million times a day, but when this man who had done so much for me made a Dad joke, no matter how corny, I laughed.

  "Oh, you don't have to patronize me Tiffany, I know it wasn't funny, I just wanted to break the ice a bit. I bet you hear that a million times a day"

  There goes that sparkle in his eyes again.

  "Anyways, I seem to have the store to myself for the next hour and I thought I would stop by and see what lovely things you have to offer here.

  "What was he doing here shopping? This was HIS store, these were already HIS diamonds, right," I thought. He didn't even look like the jewelry type.

  "You... you shop here Da...Mr. Drake? Isn't this already your stuff?"

  He laughed.

  "Actually, no Tiffany, while I do own the store, I don't just walk in and take things from behind the counter. I have shareholders to be accountable to. Plus, where's the fun in that? Everybody likes to shop. I just prefer to do it in private, with security guards and a bulletproof Rolls Royce waiting at the curb. "

  "Ok, that makes sense, I guess..."

  "I am the jewelry type though. I prefer a nice watch to jewel for myself, but I do like to see the special ladies in my life done up like the queens they are. Today, I am here to buy something for a special somebody.

  I nodded and began to go into my rehearsed spiel about the items in my section when he cut me off.

  "I take a very special interest in my stores Tiffany. I check up on them as much as I do other businesses worth 10 times a much. I read the employee files and look at the customer feedback. I like to feel like I know my entire team. I've had my eye on you for a while now. I like the way you put your all into the 'entry level' items and treat every one who comes in here with respect. You talk to these young ladies like they have a million bucks in their trust funds. I like that. I knew there was something special about you."

  I stood there in shock. "He was watching me? Was this a joke?" I thought.

  "Wait, is this a joke? Am on hidden camera or something? This is one of those "secret boss TV shows, right?"

  "No Tiffany, no joke. Plus, I think..."

  Adam took a step closer to my counter and leaned in close enough that I could smell his cologne. It was something rich and luxurious that I had never smelled but I am sure cost a fortune. It reminded me of dark wood and bourbon.

  "Plus I think you are a gorgeous woman and I'm tired of just looking through the lens of my security cameras. I want to get to know you on an... intimate level. I cancelled a meeting in Paris to be here tonight. We finally got some new items in and I couldn't wait to show them to you personally."

  Everyone in the store was staring at us. They were just as amazed as I was, but not for the same reason. They all wondered why the billionaire owner of our store was bothering to spend so much time whispering to me at my counter. I wondered why the man who practically raised me was talking to me like a stranger in a bar.

  I leaned in a bit to meet him, our faces close enough to kiss. His breath smelled wonderful and his teeth were perfect. I was close enough that I could see that he had a fresh shave. The smell of his cologne mingled with his pheromones. It all made me want to lie on that counter and I let my wind wander over all the things I would let him do to me.

  He whispered "I have been watching you Tiffany, and I think you're special, so you and I are going to have a little bit of fun today. Got it?"

  I nodded. An imperceptible yes slipped through my lips. He almost wouldn't have been able to hear it, had it not been for how close we were to one another.

  "Good."

  He leaned back but stood close to the counter. Again, he was close enough to me that I could get high on his scent. I wasn't sure how much I believed his story, but this was a man that I could get used to being close to. He spoke at a tone that everyone in the store couldn't hear.

  "You have some lovely items here. It’s a shame about your necklace breaking like that. I apologize for startling you. We truly must step up the quality in this store! We can't have young ladies breaking their favorite trinkets now can we?"

  "How the hell did he know who gave it to me?"

  "No, sir... Umm, I mean Adam. We can't."

  "I think I see something you would look terrific in."

  He extended his arm to the far end of my counter, motioning towards his choice. It was a chain and charm set like the one I just broke, but a better model with a larger T and some diamonds on it.

  "I think you should let me put this on you so we can take it for a spin, see how it really looks in action. Don't you agree? Come over here and turn around for me."

  We weren't supposed to come from behind the counter and I didn't want Adam to get a good look at me from the waist down. I didn't feel too hot today and I didn't want him to have another reason to dislike me after my
initial screw up.

  "Dad, I don't know how appropriate that would be, I can't." But, as I said that, I found myself walking around the counter, charm in hand, and spinning around a foot in front of him.

  I didn't want to stick my ass in his face like that but here I was, presenting myself to him while he leaned in to put the necklace on me. I wondered why I was doing this, but those thoughts were cut short when he large arms engulfed me. He took a step closer to me, lightly pressing his waist against my ass as he put the necklace on.