Tori's Seduction

by Willow Ward

  “You have lost your mind. I'm not going to your house—.”

  “Where are you going to stay? You're not from here. Do you have any friends here who can help you?”

  “I have money,” Tori said, rolling her eyes.

  “That's good you have money, but what good is that money if no one has a room for you to rent? Are you going to sleep on the street?”

  “I can call the museum and see if a worker can put me up for the night. I'm sure something will become available tomorrow,” Tori said, tossing the key on his desk. “Thank you, but no thank you. I don't roll that way,” she said, moving pass him to the door.

  “Your choice. You know where to find me if you need a place to stay,” Greg said to her before she walked out his office.

  * * *

  Tori didn't need him. She could find a place to sleep tonight. She grew up on the streets of Washington, DC. All she had to do was find the museum and see if a worker there would let her sleep on a couch or something. She didn't care if it was a bunk bed, she just needed to find sleeping quarters for the night before the police thought she was a street walker.

  She dialed her secretary's home and cell numbers. No answer every time she called. “Come on pick up, pick up, pick up,” Tori said, holding her cell to her ear. The museum was closed for the night and it wouldn't open until tomorrow. She ended the call to her secretary for the last time. It was dark, she was starving and tired. She tried to put her cell in her pocket, but something was blocking it from going all the way in. She reached in her back pocket, pulling out the paper with Greg's home address. Oh God. Not this asshole. She would rather beg a stranger on the street before going to him.

  Tori looked up and down the street. No one to help her. She looked down at the paper again. What other options did she have?

  She flagged down a cab, reciting Greg's address to the driver.

  When the driver said they were there, Tori looked out the window to see a home that looked more like a mansion.

  She paid the driver before getting out. Greg lived here? That seedy club she saw him in today, didn't look as if he could afford something this enormous and beautiful.

  She went to the door and knocked. She was so tired, it didn't even crossed her mind to check back at the club to see if he was there. She knocked louder, hoping he was home.

  She looked up when the door opened.

  “Oh, if it isn't Miss I Can Take Care of Myself. What happened, you couldn't find a room,” Greg said, opening the door wider.

  “Just shut up and tell me where I'm sleeping,” Tori said, walking past him into his house.

  “Please come in,” Greg said, sarcastically, closing the door.

  “I'm not in the mood for your comedy routine. I'm tired, hungry and I need to sleep. I also need to get this Vegas funk off of me,” Tori said, looking at him.

  “Follow me,” Greg said, going up the stairs. “You can sleep in this guest bedroom. It has a bathroom right through there,” he said, pointing. “You can take a shower and I'll fix you something to eat.”

  Tori went in the bathroom to look around, coming out when she heard him say eat. “You know how to cook,” she asked, hands on her hips.

  “Yes, I do. By the way what is your name,” Greg asked, realizing he didn't know it.

  She stuck out her hand, “Miss I Can Take Care of Myself,” Tori said, smiling.

  He dropped her hand, “Who's being the comedian now. What's your name smart aleck?”

  “Tori. Tori Townsend. I know your name is Greg but I don't have a last name to tell my friends if something happens to me,” Tori said, waiting.

  Shaking his head, “Harris. Greg Harris. I'll let you get settled,” he said, leaving the room.

  Tori went behind him to lock the door. She text his name and address to Chase just in case.

  She went into the bathroom with her toiletries. Taking a shower was first on her agenda. She'd been out in that Vegas heat all day. She hopped in the shower, washing the dirt away from her hair and body. Going to the hairdresser was a waste of time. Her pixie haircut was ruined.

  She got out to dry off her body and look through her luggage. All she brought with her was a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. She put it on hoping he didn't get the wrong idea. He was good looking and doing well for himself, but the fact remained she didn't like him. He was arrogant, bull headed and just too cocky for her.

  When she went to find him, she had to listen out for him in order to find him. The place was so big a person could get lost in it.

  “Oh, there you are,” Tori said, walking in the kitchen. “I had to listen out for you. This place is so big, I didn't know which way to go,” she said, sitting down on the stool.

  He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. As much as it pained him he had to give it to her, she was beautiful. Her hazel eyes had him hooked with the first glimpse of them. He didn't even want to talk about her banging ass body. When they were in his office at the club, it took everything he had not to put her on his desk and deep thrust into her body.

  “What,” Tori asked, looking down at herself.

  “Nothing,” Greg went back to fixing dinner. “Why don't you set the table.” This woman was driving him nuts. One minute he wanted to be deep thrusting into her body, the next she had him praying he never saw her again.

  “Why don't we eat here at the breakfast nook,” Tori said, ready to feed her starving body.

  “Fine,” Greg wasn't going to argue with her. If she wanted to eat here then that's what they'll do. “Watch the plate it's hot,” Greg said, placing her food in front of her.

  Greg had cook steak, garlic red potatoes and asparagus. His mother made sure he knew how to cook for himself, even if his talents wasn't chef material.

  Tori picked up her fork ready to dive into her plate.

  “We have to say grace,” Greg said, looking over at her.

  “Okay, say grace,” Tori said, looking over at him.

  After saying grace, they both said amen.

  Tori tore into her food like this was her last supper.

  Neither one of them said anything while they ate. They sat side by side eating their food. When they were done Tori offered to help clean up, but Greg refused.

  “You're tired. Why don't you go ahead and go to bed,” he said, placing the dishes in the dishwasher.

  “Okay, if you're sure,” Tori said, hesitating.

  “I'm sure. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight,” Tori said, walking out.

  She found her room after having to look in three other rooms and a couple of closets.

  She laid down, pulling the covers over her. She turned this way and that way, unable to fall asleep. She tried counting sheep. She thought about the museum and the new ideas she could bring to the owner. She flipped and flipped until she couldn't take it any longer. She got up walking around the room. After a couple of laps, she felt confined to the room. She walked out hoping Greg was still up. She forgot to tell him thank you and she didn't want to seem ungrateful for all of his help.

  She found him in the living room watching a movie.

  He turned around, “Couldn't sleep,” he asked, turning back to the movie.

  Tori nodded, “Couldn't sleep. Strange environment,” she said, going to the same couch he was sitting on. She sat at the other end from him.

  “Would you like a drink,” Greg asked, sitting up.

  She touched his arm, “No thanks. I actually came down here to thank you for letting me sleep here tonight and fixing dinner,” Tori said, snatching her hand from his arm. “I'll be out of here tomorrow. There has to be a hotel with an available room tomorrow. I'm only in town for the weekend anyway.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I'm a Curator. I supervise a museum in DC, but sometimes I have to travel when we get word on a particular artifact. That's why I'm in Vegas, to check out a piece.”

  He nodded his head, “Interesting. Well you can stay as long as you li
ke,” Greg said, smiling before turning back to the movie.

  “What are you watching?”

  “Heat with Robert DeNiro. It's a good movie.”

  “You have a very nice house.”

  “Thank you,” Greg said, still watching the movie.

  “All of this from owning one strip joint,” Tori asked curious.

  Greg laughed, “You're not only pushing, but nosy too.”

  Tori nodded her head, smiling.

  “It's my pension. I used to be an air marshal before I got hurt. I've also made investments throughout the years,” Greg said, turning those brown eyes over at her.

  “How did you get hurt.”

  “It's classified. I can tell you, but then I'll have to kill you,” Greg smiled.

  “I'm sure I can get it out of you somehow, besides it's not like I'm going to sleep anytime soon. Maybe your story will put me to sleep” Tori laughed, folding her legs underneath her.

  “I got hurt during a field exercise. We were setting up when boom, shrapnel got into my leg,” he said, pulling up his shorts to show her the injury. “It's still in me.”

  Tori moved over to see. She touched his scar. “You don't even have a limp,” she said, looking up at him.

  “I do, you just never noticed,” he smiled. He looked down at her, smile wiped off his face now. He bent over, brushing his lips over hers.

  She pulled back for a moment before climbing, straddling his body. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him as he laid back on the couch with her on top.

  He grazed her bottom lip with his teeth. Nipping and sucking before thrusting his tongue in her mouth. He palmed the back of her head as he sucked on her tongue.

  He raised his feet onto the sofa cushions, stroking down her body until he reached her ass. He palmed her butt cheeks making her lower body move up and down his dick.

  She started grinding her pussy on his clothed dick. “Mmmmm,” Tori moaned.

  “It's yours get it,” Greg said, letting her whine her pussy on his dick. He pulled up her tank top and started sucking on her nipples. “You want it,” Greg asked in between licks of her nipples.

  “Yeeessss,” Tori moaned. She bent her head down and kissed Greg all over his face.

  Greg thrust his tongue in her mouth before pulling back, “You want it, come and get it.

  Tori jumped up whipping her shirt off before pushing down her shorts. She looked over to see Greg lifting up, pushing his shorts down as well.

  Tori had to do a double take. He was right. There was nothing babyish about his body, including his dick. She'd never seen a dick that big in her life. She didn't know whether to run out of here or bow down to that gargantuan pipe. This is one time she felt out of her element.

  He looked up at her, “What's the matter? My baby dick not big enough for you,” he asked, putting a condom on. “Come here.”

  Tori watched him sit up as she walked in front of him.

  He rubbed his hands up and down her body, pausing to tweak a nipple or kiss a part of her body.

  She rubbed her hands over his head, caressing his face.

  “Sit down,” Greg said, getting off the couch. He watched as she sat down. He got down on his knees in front of her, putting her thighs on each of his shoulders, making her legs spread open and her clit visible.

  “Damn, that's just as beautiful as you are,” he said, looking at her clit. He gave her clit a couple of licks before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue played with her clit.

  Tori caressed her nipples, grinding her pussy on his mouth.

  “Ohhhhh, Greg,” Tori moaned. She kept saying his name over and over again. When it became too much and she couldn't take him sucking on her clit, she tried to push his head away.

  “Mmmmm,” Greg groaned.

  “Greg, you're going to make me cum,” Tori said, trying to catch her breath. He kept sucking on her clit, as she tried to push him away, screaming out her climax. “Oh my God, oh my God. You made me cum,” Tori gasped.

  Greg got up, stroking his dick. He laid her the long way on the couch getting on top. He could see doubt when Tori looked down at his dick. “You're a big girl. You can handle it,” Greg said, working his dick in slowly. He kept up that momentum until he was fully inside of her. “See. I knew you would be able to handle me,” Greg said, deep thrusting her. He raised up on his fists, making her ass pop up with each deep thrust.

  “Ohhhhh, Grrreeegg,” Tori moaned, body wrapped around him.

  “What? Uhmmmm,” Greg groaned, stroking faster.

  Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, “Greg, you're going to make me cum again.”

  “That's the goal, right baby,” Greg said, stroking.

  “Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh, here I cum. I'm cumming. I'm cumming,” Tori screamed.

  Greg waited until her tremors subsides, then he pulled out of her, “I want my pussy from the back,” Greg said, slapping her ass as she turned over.

  “Your pussy? This is not yours,” Tori said, getting on her knees facing the back of the couch.

  He got behind her, sliding his coated cum dick inside of her again. “This isn't mine,” he said, stroking her.

  “Nooooo,” Tori moaned.

  “Let's see about that,” he climbed on the couch, putting his feet on the seat cushions. He fucked her harder and faster in the doggy position. “Is it mine now,” he said, stroking her harder.

  Tori threw her ass back every time he thrust in. She refused to let this man put his stamp on her.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders, “Say it's mine,” he said, stroking her deeper.

  “No. Ahhhhhh,” Tori moaned.

  “Say it,” Greg said, stroking faster.

  “Ohhhhh,” Tori said, shaking her head no.

  Greg was ready to cum. He didn't know how long he was going to last. He had to make her relent to him. He stopped stroking, placing his feet back on the floor. He slid her body to the edge of the couch, lifting one of her legs and deep stroking her again. “Say it,” he said, letting his balls smack her ass.

  “Greg. Ahhhhh. Greg.”

  “Yes baby.” Smack, smack, smack.

  “Ahhhhh. I'm cumming again.”

  “That's not what I want to hear,” Greg said, pumping his dick in and out of her.

  “Ohhhhh, it's yours. It's yours,” Tori said, cumming.

  “What's mine?”

  “This pussy is yours,” she said, jerking as she came again.

  “That's right. This good pussy is mine. Only mine,” Greg said, stroking faster. “Oh shit. Baby I'm going to cum,” Greg roared.

  They collapsed on the couch with him putting her on top.

  Chapter 3

  Greg woke up wanting to make Tori breakfast.

  He couldn't believe a player like him was making breakfast for a woman.

  He made bacon, eggs, grits, pancakes and had a bowl of fruit on the side. He set a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice on the tray with the rest of the food. He looked at the tray, making sure everything was ready.

  He went to his master bedroom where he found her still asleep. Yeah, he can see how difficult it was for her to sleep in strange places. He smiled as he set the tray down. He got behind her, kissing her on the neck.

  “Ummmm,” Tori said, waking up.

  “Breakfast is ready,” Greg said, kissing down her back.

  “Ummmm.”

  “Are you hungry?” Greg said, making his way back up her body.

  “Ummmm,” Tori moaned.

  He turned her face around so he could kiss her. “Breakfast is ready,” he said again, grazing her lips with his teeth.

  “You made breakfast,” Tori asked, kissing him back.

  “Yeah. Damn, I can't stop kissing you,” he said, turning her body around to him.

  “What about breakfast,” Tori said, wrapping her arms around him. He went back to kissing her neck again.

  He looked up, “Are you that hungry.”

  She shook her hea
d, “No.”

  “Good. I'll warm it up for you later,” he said, climbing on top of her.

  * * *

  Tori checked in her roll on bag at the counter in the airport.

  “Why do you have to go back so soon,” Greg asked, when she sat down beside him.

  Tori laughed, “I've stayed longer than I was supposed to. I have to go home sooner or later.”

  “How about later,” Greg said, grabbing her hand, interlacing their fingers together.

  “I have to go back to work.”

  “With your credentials you can work anywhere,” he said with a somber look on his face.

  “Hey, what's with the face handsome.” Tori turned his face towards her, “I didn't say anything when you went to work. All those women throwing their thongs and titties in your face. I accepted it because that's what you do.”

  Blowing out a breath, “I know. But you have to understand, I'm just getting use to you, now you have to leave.”

  “Oh phooey. You hated me at first,” Tori said, giving his mouth a peck.

  “No, I never hated you. I thought you were nerve-wracking as hell though,” Greg said, holding the shoulder she just punched.

  They both looked up when they heard her flight number called.

  “That's me,” Tori said, getting up.

  Getting up also, “Yeah. Call me when you get home,” Greg said, pulling her into his arms. He caressed her face, brushing his lips against hers. He lightly touched his tongue to her mouth, seeking entry. She opened her mouth to touch her tongue to his. It was another five minutes before he released her mouth.

  “You're trying to make me stay,” Tori said, laughing.

  “Well I had to have a backup plan,” he said, laughing also. He gave her a tight hug before releasing her so she could walk down the ramp. She turned around to give him one last wave.

  He waved back, watching her until she was out of sight.

  * * *

  Tori rushed to the restaurant where she was meeting Chase and Nara.

  Tori gave their party's name and was escorted to the table.

  “Hey,” Tori said, giving both women a hug and kiss on the cheek.