"No thanks," I said.
His faced curled up into a ridiculous expression, like his favorite football team had just lost the game. Without warning, he pulled my arm and was trying to get me to stand up.
"Dance with me then, lemme show you my moves."
"Leave her alone, you drunk," said a voice with a snarl.
It was Mr. Sexy that I had eyed from the table. He pushed the nerd out to the dance floor and in his drunken state, the nerd just kept on dancing. That was a saving grace, for sure. Too drunk even to put up a fight.
My savior sat down next to me at the table and eyed the nerd away from me, in that blissful moment.
"I hope you are alright," said the sexy stranger.
I looked at him and noticed his dreamy, hazel eyes which I hadn't been able to make out before now. The smell of his cologne was wafting over to me. Shit, he was exceptionally good looking. His hair sat well and a curl ran gently down his forehead. His hands had some light brown hair over them, and it was intoxicating just sitting with him.
"Sure, I'm fine," I said croaking an answer. I noticed how big he was as he sat with me. His broad shoulders and large hands featured in front of me, and I felt small. I imagined him picking me up in his arms like a fireman would, rescuing me in passion. My heart skipped a beat and I tried to centre myself.
"What can I get you to drink?" he said, noticing my empty glass.
He must have noticed my awkwardness, "Um I'll have a vodka and orange," I said, trying to stay cool and collected.
"Sure," he said waving over to one of the cocktail waitresses.
As his arm went up, I noticed more hair on his arms. I found his masculinity unbelievably beautiful. I was certain that he was a total work of art underneath his dark blue, silk shirt and pressed slacks. The place we were at was called Charlie's Bar, and it was a bit more sophisticated than the usual college waterholes.
The waitress came over and he ordered, "Two vodka oranges."
The sexy stranger ignored the waitress and flicked a fifty at her. He didn't look away from me at all.
"Keep the change," he said, waving her away from our table like a King throned.
"I like vodka and orange too, and it will help you lighten up," he said with a smile.
"I am light," I said ridiculously. But I was unable to take back my words. I was unnerved by his words. His eyes fell over my body and I could feel him looking right through me. I played with my hair nervously.
"You here for a party?" he asked.
"Yeah, a twenty-first actually."
"Awesome," he said, sounding a bit bored by the idea of it. He looked at my necklace and commented, "I like your necklace it suits your look."
"Oh yeah, it's a choker made from elastic," I said placing my hands on it.
We both looked over to the dance floor where the party of girls was getting a little crazy. Gyrating on the guys and putting tits in their faces. The college guys loved it.
Jenna walked over to us sitting at the table, "Hey, it's a girly night. Come and dance with us."
I took another sip of my drink in disappointment. Drunk women and men were so annoying. Gee Jenna, can't you see I'm busy here with the hottest guy on the whole planet, I thought. I wondered if my stranger would place his attention to Jenna. She was wearing a skimpy black dress with sequins accentuating her breasts. His attention stayed on me.
"It's okay, I have to get going soon anyway," said the sexy stranger, "Maybe I'll see you here another time," he said as he walked away.
"Okay, bye," I said, pissed with Jenna for interrupting us.
She pulled me to the floor and I pretended to dance, and I smiled at her with a fake look of fun. I watched the stranger say a few words to an acquaintance before he headed to the door. His silhouette was mesmerizing as it went away. Thanks, Jenna I thought. He was really something.
After working up a sweat, the girls continued to the table for shooters. I whispered to Jenna that I would need to go soon.
"Really!" she exclaimed. "See ya soon, babe," she said while getting ready to down another shot.
I walked out of the club and decided to walk before calling a taxi. This was a nice area and the air was nice. I walked out into the street and there was the stranger standing near the entrance.
"Had enough fun for one evening?"
"Mhm, yes," I had not expected to see him there.
"Can I walk with you for a bit?" he said while leaning on the wall as if he was holding it up.
"Sure," I answered, noticing my nervousness as he eyed me again.
I didn't want to go home. He was intoxicatingly handsome and I was willing to keep walking if it meant our conversation could continue.
The lights became fewer as we walked away from the mainstream of the busy nightlife scene. Most of the shops were all closed with just a few restaurants packing up. We turned down a street and I could feel the sense of our aloneness, now.
The stranger then grabbed both my hands and pushed me into the wall of the building. I gasped at the strength of his body that he placed against mine.
"What are you doing?" I asked still trying to catch my breath.
He hurled me over and onto the bonnet of a car. My heart skipped a beat. He grinned as he pushed my arms up above my head, pinning me to the SAAB bonnet.
"Do you want to go? I will release you," he said with a fire in his eyes. His tone was confronting and he knew that I really didn't want to leave. He knew it so very badly. His hazel stare pierced through me.
My breath continued to quicken in anticipation. He licked his lips and bit his bottom lip as his eyes gazed at me. He was waiting for me to leave or to struggle. I didn't. His body was on top of mine and his arms laid out. He held me there. My body yearned for me to stay. My mind continually threw out the words, "go" and "run."
"Are you staying?"
"Yes," I said as I nodded out of breath from being held.
"I am in control, right now," he said.
His lips moved onto mine like they were magnetized there. It was nothing I had ever experienced. His breath wanted me and his tongue knew where it could find mine. My breasts heaved like a woman in a trapped embrace, and my nipples stood to attention in a wontedness that I had never seen before.
He pulled away for a moment then grabbed my necklace and spun it around. I felt him unclasp the choker and he reached up to my wrists that were still being held up above my head.
With one hand, he pulled my wrists together and then used the elasticised choker to bind my wrists together tight. I laid on the bonnet both scared and alive in ecstasy for what he might do to me now.
He looked at me with a cheeky grin and he turned me on my front. He unzipped my dress and shimmied it off as I lay almost helpless. My underwear was all I had on and he eyed my ass then flipped me back over on my back.
He pulled my bra down and he saw my nipples erect for him. His teeth gently nibbled on my breasts and my body felt like it was on fire. His fingers pressed against the inside of my leg and he soon found the mound above my pussy. I thought that I was going to explode. He pushed his hand over my lace panties and his tongue licked at my nipples. I wanted to moan so loudly but breathed out a sigh instead.
He turned me over with my hands remaining firmly tied and slipped my panties off. He pressed hard against me and pulled me down so that my feet touched the ground. I was still bending over the bonnet and I could feel his hard cock resting against my ass.
"Oh God," I said in anticipation. It felt so big. His hand reached behind me and he placed two fingers inside me. I was so wet from the scenario that he easily added another. My breath quickened and he moved faster and faster.
"God, you're so wet for me, aren't you?"
I nodded and agreed, "Aha," I said as his fingers vigorously continued to move inside.
His fingers moved out and he thrust his cock inside. I gasped as it entered me. It touched every side and cranny inside me.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said in
to my ear, breathing heavily.
I was caught by a sharp pain as he moved in and then my wetness took him easily. I was overcome with pleasure and I moaned very loudly, despite trying to be quiet in the dimly lit street.
“Sssh,”
He fucked me harder and thrust his cock in and out of me relentlessly. I was nearly at orgasm and my body trembled.
"I want you to come all over my cock," he murmured into my ear.
The words were said and I was overcome with pleasure as my body jolted from being fucked by him. Every nerve ending felt it. He kept pounding into me which made the orgasm last even longer and I felt wanted and extremely attractive in that very moment. He came inside me as he finished his last thrust.
"What's your name?" he asked, as he untied me.
"Sienna Ruston," I said placing my dress back to where it belonged and still shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm.
"Thanks, Sienna."
He walked with me to the main street and hailed me a cab. I went home to my dorm and watched him fade away in the distance.
***
As I look at myself in the mirror, I was numbed by the whole clothes-wearing idea. Damn trying to study with clothes on, and whose idea was it to look sharp at all times of the day, anyway? I was determined to study naked. I continued to look in the mirror as I said it again and again, rolling my eyes. You can wear no clothes, Sienna, you can wear no clothes. I knew that any minute Jenna would come out of the shower, and see me again at my desk, naked. Jenna was my roommate and she was currently getting ready for her day.
I know she will be out and gone soon to her classes soon enough. Unbelievably, she has actually managed to butter me up to attend an interview with the CEO of Benton Psychology as part of our college fundraising campaign. She was supposed to do it but went and told the college committee that her exams were too soon, so therefore I will be taking her place. Actually, she volunteered me as I am also on the committee and I was supposed to be working this afternoon. I cancelled just for her, and for the committee who desperately need the money for scholarships and equipment. They are relying heavily on me. Now I have to drive to lower Manhattan to meet the CEO, who everyone hopes will turn out to be a major player and benefactor for the university this year. I am determined to study first, though. I am naked because it's comfortable and because it's hot. Evaporative air conditioning is truly a laughable thing. Especially during the study sessions. Maybe we should be pitching for new dormitory air conditioning as well. That would make perfect sense, actually.
Jenna walks out of the bathroom with a towel around her torso. She has a smirk on her face.
"Jesus Sienna, really? At least put some knickers on," she teased, placing a hand over her eyes jokingly.
Jenna is truly a piece of work, in every sense of the word. She looks immaculate no matter what she does. If she is working, playing tennis or studying, she still looks fantastic. She attracts everyone easily, without even noticing. It's like she has some sort of magnet that allows people to zoom to her throughout the day. It must be so exhausting looking that good. I ignored the need to feel sympathy for her. She loves the attention and was born to be eyed by the masses. That’s my take on it, anyway.
"I've got that interview with Jonathon Ellis today. I have the questions from Michelle, all written neatly in a binder portfolio,” I said, deliberately staying off the naked topic.
"You better wow him with all that portfolio stuff, because the committee need at least fifty grand from this new company. Hey, you had better take a shower, it's a long drive up there."
"Do you know anything about the company at all?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Not much, just that they make apps for psychology college testing and company evaluations."
Jenna put on a striped blue and white sweatshirt, with denim jeans and pants. She stood in front of the mirror and “wallah,” she looked like a supermodel. She was studying law and she was also my best friend. We have known each other since we were kids, and I am exceptionally proud of her. She's a hard worker, and somewhat of a genius; but not the nerdy kind. She understands lots of literary forms and loves reading philosophy. She shut the door and waved a goodbye as she went off to class.
***
After my shower, I headed into the traffic towards the interstate. It will be good to get away from NYU even if just for an afternoon. Tomorrow, I will get back to my routine and continue studying. I am lucky that Jenna has lent me her gorgeous black BMW. It's a nice day so I can open up the sunroof to let the breeze in. I don't want to pull the top down because it's too breezy when you travel down the interstate. I just settled for a taste of the experience with the sunroof open as I put my foot down on the pedal and listened to the radio.
I got to my destination and parked the car in the massive car park that was underneath the huge building. I am guessing that it was at least twenty stories high. The steel and glass were architecturally designed so the windows look a bit bowed or egg-shaped. It was extremely modern and no expense has been spared in its design. I have fifteen minutes to spare. It's a quarter past one and I am due in there for a sharp one thirty appointment. The steel and glass was striking as I walked into the large glass tunnel that propels me towards the door. The lobby was marble floored, with cream and brown swirls over the floor. The pillars of sandstone held up the massive white ceiling with carved decorations.
The lobby desk was also made of marble and stood there in a proud manner all on its own. Behind the desk was a very attractive brunette who smiled at me, with a pleasant, kind look on her face. She wore a pinstripe suit and her hair was cut perfectly in bangs that fell to just below her ears. Around her neck, she wore a beautiful yellow scarf that matched the sandstone elements in the massive lobby. She looked immaculate, and matched the interior of the whole room.
"Why hello there. My name is Sienna Ruston and I am here to see Mr Ellis."
"Please wait one moment, Ms. Ruston," said the young woman with a bright smile.
She looked me up and down, and for the first time, I felt underdressed for the whole appointment thing. I was wearing a silk blue shirt and a nice denim skirt, but still I felt like I should have added a scarf, or gelled my hair. I don’t know really, something more than what I had done at least.
"Yes, Ms. Ruston. Mr. Ellis is expecting you. Please sign here and go to floor twenty-four."
"Thank you I say," as I was handed a "visitor" pass and directed by a finger pointing to the elevator door.
Her smile felt a little mocking as I walked around like a person that didn't fit in with the place. I felt so small and insignificant as the marble floors seemed to go on forever underneath my small feet.
JONATHON
I was finding it hard to stop thinking about the other night. My mousy brown vixen had got me feeling sexy. I had an interview with a Sienna Ruston in half an hour, so I will read my novel for a while. ‘All of You’, it’s so justifiably called.
“Selena walked to the end of the corridor, and her long brown hair bounced behind her in a ponytail, to the middle of her back. All I could see were her long legs that rose up from her black heels and that were held by the silk of her light brown stockings. God, she was hot. Her thin waist held her pin-striped skirt on her perfectly. It was a light gray with black. Her light pink blouse was neatly tucked into it. Damn.
"Are you ready to enter the secret room?" she asked, opening the small door.
Her glasses were tipped down onto her nose so all that I could see were her blue eyes staring at me, in a vivid wanting, or so I hoped.
"Yes Ms. Chapman," I said, slightly erect.
I moved past her through the door, and walked into the dimly lit room.
"Sit there.”
The room was empty with only one chair in it. It was a dark, leather swivel chair, and the lights that glowed red, like in a lab. I sat in the chair wondering what she might want to show me. Maybe she was going to find a light switch and then show me something in private. I w
aited. She walked behind a screen that was used for projection. I could faintly see her shadow behind it. Her body had a perfect silhouette.
"Are you ready to be shown a secret," she said, still behind the screen.
"Yes," I waiting, enjoying the break from work.
Selena walked out and stood behind me. I was expecting her to place a light on or hold something up, but instead, her hands moved in front of my eyes and a cloth was placed in front of me. She firmly pushed it over my eyes and it tightened around my head.
Shit, it was a blindfold. I was not expecting that.
"Are you okay?" she asked me.
"Mhm," I murmured, barely able to say actual words, as my fast-paced breathing took hold.
Selena held my hand and placed it on her shoulder. She was finished with the blindfolding and was now standing in front of me.
“Would you like to touch me?" she whispered.
"Yes," I said intrigued, remembering how I'd undressed her in my mind so many times before.
"You'll have to work for it then, slave…"
My breathing increased and I could smell her as she walked around me.
"Open your shirt, now!" she yelled out.
I was turned on by her sudden controlling dominance, so I started unbuttoning my shirt. I was slightly aroused by her voice.
"Faster," she said, still using her lungs to facilitate my nakedness.
My shirt was opened quickly by me, and there was a definite silence now. I waited but there was nothing.
"Ummm," I was making sure she was still there.
"Silence.”
I sat in the chair and waited. I could feel her breathing near to my exposed neck. Now she blew cold air on my nipples and I felt them harden. My cock was hard, and I could smell her perfume which was mixed with the smell of my sweat. She moved her head and placed her wet tongue on my nipple. She licked it and I moaned at the sensation.
"Silence…" she said, backing away.” Stand up and remove all of your clothing, now!"
My breathing became quicker at the anticipation of it all. I removed my clothes and stood naked, still blindfolded, in front of her. She grabbed my left arm and reached it up, clipping it into some sort of brace. My breathing was quicker, and I was turned on by the forcefulness of it all. My other hand was swung up and then tied to match the other.
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