by Angela Blake
Wow, he ain’t wasting a second here. I chuckled and then reached for his bottle. He gave it to me without hesitation and just watched as I drank.
“Mind if I ask what troubles you’re drinking away?” he asked me. He waited for me to finish and then he took the bottle back and drank as well.
I waved at the bartender and signaled to get me a bottle of beer as well. I then looked at Dick and said, “My boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend now – beat me a lot. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore so I ran away. I just dyed my hair, packed my things and left.”
Dick took the bottle of beer from the bartender then handed it to me. He then cocked his head in response to my story and replied, “Damn. I can’t imagine why anyone would be such an asshole to you.”
“Considering I did everything he ever fucking wanted,” I pointed out, “he still beat the shit out of me.”
“So do you have any plans for your new life here?” Dick asked me.
I shook my head, “Not really. I still have some cash but I need to start looking for a job soon.”
“What was your job back home?”
“I did some modeling work,” I answered him and took a sip from my bottle. “I didn’t get to finish college. There were just too many bills to pay.”
Dick caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and he gave me a heart-melting smile. “I can give you a job.”
I laughed. “What kind of job? Porn?”
He burst out laughing and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I just re-launched my company along with my friend and we need a reliable secretary to help us with our papers, schedules and more. You’d be perfect for that.”
“How can you tell, we just met?”
Dick pinched my cheek and I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and said, “You’re so cute. Well, you can keep up a good conversation and you seem like a pretty smart girl. You’re also pretty gorgeous so that’s always a plus.”
My cheeks flushed warm and red and I looked at him with a sheepish smile. “T-thank you. I’ll definitely consider the offer.”
“Great,” he told me and gave me a sudden quick kiss on the cheek. I felt giddy inside. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Deep inside I knew I should shove him off but I was feeling so comfortable and wanted that I let him. “You got a place to stay?”
I nodded. “Uh, what was the name of that place? The Alpine Hotel?”
Dick opened his mouth and he gave me a simple “Ah, yeah. I know that place. It ain’t too far from here. If you want to rest later, I can help you there. We can talk business tomorrow. I want to introduce you to my business partner and friend.”
Is he going to go with me to my hotel room? For a moment I felt my blood rush and I got a little nervous. I wanted a man’s attention but I wasn’t so sure of fucking anyone right now, especially after finally getting away from my damn ex-boyfriend.
I decided it was time to find out. “Well, I’m just going to finish this bottle and then head over. I’m dead tired from all that driving.”
“I’ll help you get there and then I have to head out,” he told me. I was a little shocked he didn’t even try to press me about stepping into my room or whatever. “Can we meet tomorrow after lunch at the donut shop across the street from your hotel? It’s called King Creamer.”
“Sure, how about 1 PM?”
He nodded and waited as I finished my drink. I waved at the bartender who then handled my bill and gave me a receipt.
As soon as I got off my seat I wobbled a little bit and Dick caught me in his arms.
“Wow, you’re a little tipsy there missy,” he exclaimed with a grin. He squeezed me a bit in his arms and I felt him reach up to cup a feel of my tits. I loved it. “You sure you can get to your hotel?”
I shook my head and just slumped even more into his care. “N-no, I’d appreciate it if y-you can help me.”
“Come here then lassie,” he told me as he helped me up on my feet. I was so small in comparison to him I felt like a little girl being guided by her daddy. “Let me take you to my car.”
“Oh w-what about mine?”
He kissed me on the cheek and just gave me a squeeze on the waist. “We can get it tomorrow. You’re in no shape to drive right now.”
Well, he was right about that. I couldn’t count how many shots I had. I didn’t even remember if I ordered a second or third bottle of beer. All I could think of right now was that some hot hunk in a plaid shirt was cupping my tits and hugging me tight.
Dick helped me out of the bar, holding me tightly, and he walked me to his car. My eyes were getting droopy and I couldn’t walk all that well but when I checked his car was not what I expected a country cowboy to drive. I was expecting a big pickup truck with giant wheels but he led me to this gorgeous, sleek two-door sports car.
“Woah,” I exclaimed when I got comfortable in my seat. Dick got in the driver’s side and he leaned in towards me to buckle my safety belt. I could feel his breath on me… God, fucking kiss me damn it.
A warm sensation surged through me when I did feel his lips press down on mine. Within a single moment, he crushed me down with the pressure of his affection. When I opened my eyes I saw his staring back down at me; they burned deep into my soul and I felt the knot in my gut twist and turn. I was too weak to reach up and cup his face but I didn’t need to – as we kissed he leaned in some more and before I knew it he had his hands in my shirt, grasping at my breasts. I felt his fingertips dance upon my nipples and the weight of his palms press down, causing me to gasp and moan in anticipation for more.
However, before I could open myself for more and to beg for his lust he parted our lips and sat back down on his seat.
“D-dick?” I called out to him as I weakly turned to face him. I was wet and warm and the temptation to just rip off my clothes and please myself right then and there was overwhelming. I was in a car with the hottest stranger I’ve ever met. It kind of made me glad that my relationship with Matt didn’t work out.
He just winked at me and drove me back to my hotel room. He was silent throughout the ride but every now and then I’d see him reach down between his legs and grab his junk. Even though he had his pants on I could tell just by the way he wrapped his fingers down there he must have had something big.
This was how I spent my first night in my new home town.
Chapter Two
There was a cold cup of coffee on the bedside table and a box with a few donuts when I finally awoke the next morning.
“Aah, shit,” I groaned when the massive, head-splitting headache suddenly hit me with a vengeance. I lay back down and crashed onto the pillow.
Wait… was I naked? I sat right back up and checked. I had absolutely nothing on. Was Dick in here last night? Did he and I do anything? Did we have sex? Was he the one who bought the coffee and donuts? So many questions rummaged through my head and I had not a single clue to figure out what the heck happened after we left the bar.
I looked around and found my purse down on the floor. I reached for it, took my phone and checked the time. It was nine in the morning.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked myself out loud.
I guess I could figure it out later when I meet up with him and his friend. That did remind me, however, of whether or not I could even handle that kind of job. I was a model but here was Dick asking me to be a damn secretary.
I decided to take the last aspirin I had in my bag and then to continue sleeping for another hour. When I did wake up again my headache was fading and I took the remaining time to take a hot shower, eat the donuts and work in front of the mirror.
My natural hair was golden blonde but the longer I stared at my reflection the more I liked how red looked on me. I might dye my hair again once the color starts to fade.
By noon time I decided to get dressed and just wait on Dick at the shop across the street. I opened my luggage and put on a black mini-skirt, a grey s
leeveless top and a black hat with a nice, wide brim. The darker colors made my milk-white skin glow and I loved how it would make men stare at my legs.
Buzz!
“What the hell?” I grabbed my phone again and discovered a text message. I changed my number. How did someone get my number?
It was Dick. “Hey, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Wow, he really did mean it. I guessed it was time for me to go. When I was ready, I grabbed my purse and walked out the hotel.
I crossed the street and discovered that the donut shop was a lot bigger and a lot more luxurious than I had presumed. It wasn’t the typical diner-type café that cops stay in. It had expensive leather seats, romantic dim-lights, and an elegant interior design.
When I walked through the doors I looked around and to my surprise, I found Dick already there. I checked my phone and realized he was about fifteen minutes early.
Dick spotted me and waved for me to head his way. This was when I saw he looked nowhere like the country hick he was last night. Gone were the red plaid shirt and the cowboy boots. In their place was a clean, plain black polo shirt and dark cream slacks. He looked like a big-time businessman. All he needed was a suitcase.
I took the opposite him. A waitress came by.
“Hi, I’ll have a plain, glazed donut and a hot cappuccino,” I told her.
“Small, medium or large for your coffee?”
“Medium, please,” I instructed and the waitress left when I had nothing more to add. I then turned to Dick and greeted, “Hey, you’re really early.”
Dick gave me a sly smile and raised an eyebrow as he said, “I like to be early when I know how hot my breakfast is going to be.”
The way he said that just gave me goose bumps. I could see how he stared at me, like he was undressing me with his eyes, and it made me wonder even more about what may have happened last night when I was too drunk in the hotel room.
“I-I saw some donuts and cold coffee in the room,” I tried to steer the conversation. “Were you there last night?”
His face twisted with shock and a big smile. “Really?” he scoffed at me but with some level of delight. “You don’t remember?”
“I don’t remember what? Come on, you have to tell me!”
He giggled softly and then took a sip from his own cup of coffee before he said, “You gave me a really smoking hot lap-dance last night and even gave me a sweet little hand job before you licked my cum and admitted you were going to be my little baby girl.”
My jaw dropped and I was so tempted to just slug him across the face. “I did not do such a thing or admit that.”
“How would you know, you were drunk?”
“Can you prove it?” I asked him with a finger pointed at his face.
“You’ve got a birthmark on your lower back side and you’re full name is Selena Marie Ohlsson.”
Well, fuck, I guess that does prove it. “Why in the world did I give you a lap dance? D-did we…”
“Fuck?” he was becoming more straightforward than the slightly amusing gentleman he was last night. “No, we didn’t. I did like that lap dance and the way your mouth worked my cock. You did this really nice thing with your tongue –“
– “Stop there there,” I cut him off. “I don’t need to know the details. Fuck, I’m embarrassed as is without the need of telling me all the kinky details.”
Dick laughed and the waitress returned with my order. I dug into my food and tried to hide my blushing cheeks my focusing my attention on my coffee. It didn’t really matter anyway – he was still looking at me with that big, charming smile of his.
“Well, if you say so,” he told me as he finished his coffee. He then looked his coffee and whipped out his phone from his breast pocket. It was the first time I realized he even had such a nice phone.
“Hey,” I said with squinted eyes focused solely on his phone. “How did you get my number? Did I give it to you last night?”
He simply nodded back. He was a little too busy replying to whoever texted him. I just waited patiently and ate my lunch.
“Victor’s going to be here in a minute,” he told me without ever looking up from his phone.
I swallowed the last bit of my donut and pondered about that real quick and asked, “You guys gay or something?”
Dick chuckled and shook his head, “We were best friends growing up. He pretty much met every girl I ever went out with and I knew all his girls too. We joined the Army together and we went to college together.”
“The Army?” Even I had to admit that was pretty impressive.
He nodded and gave me a wicked grin. “That was a few years back. I’m thirty-six now.”
“I’m twenty-four,” I guessed I had to let him know since he was honest enough to tell me his age.
Both our heads turned when the front entrance doors swung open and in walked a man about as tall as Dick – a few inches over six feet high – and also had a lean, muscular build. He had dirty blonde hair, a sexy moustache, and bright green eyes. He also wore semi-formal attire and had in hand a folder with some papers. Judging from his appearance I could only assume this was Victor.
“We’re here,” Dick called out, confirming my assumptions. Victor immediately recognized Richard and headed our way. He slid right beside me.
“My, my,” he said as he gave me a look. His voice was so deep, so mellow and suave I felt so aroused just from those words alone. “Aren’t you a pretty little flower? If the word is true then my business partner here’s ready to hire you and lassie, that’s a fine idea if I ever thought of one.”
He is suave as suave comes. I loved that. I could listen to his voice all day.
Dick nodded in agreement. “You bet your ass we’re going to hire her,” he said as he looked at me with a smile. “Got all the papers?”
“Oh yeah,” Victor replied and he opened the folder of papers on the table. “You can go through all these whenever you like. This is basically your contract.”
I looked over the sheets. Most of it looked incomprehensible to me but then I got to the third page and saw how much they were going to pay me. “Did I read this right? You guys are going to pay me $28.66 per hour? That’s how much in a year?”
“About $66,000 or $5,500 a month,” Victor answered. “If you go through the other papers you’ll see there are other benefits too.”
While I was tempted to just grab a pen and sign my life away I did want to double check on everything. I made a mistake when I was younger and signed a contract a few years ago. I ended up doing nude modeling even when I didn’t want to because I was contractually obliged to do so.
There was a lot of technical details, especially when it came to my job description and responsibilities.
“It seems like you guys are turning me into your personal bitch,” I commented as I read through the papers. “I got to deal with your schedules, represent you when communicating with others, organizing your daily activities, taking calls for you and more.”
Victor smiled, “I like it when you say it that way. We could use a personal bitch.”
Fuck, these guys are so goddamn naughty. I squirmed a bit in my seat and realized I was getting a little warm between the legs. Even my nipples were getting stiff and the knot in my gut was getting heavier. I was getting aroused and here were two men ready for the taking.
“How ‘bout you sign these and we’ll take you to the office so you can see what your future life will be like?” Dick proposed. “You haven’t been downtown yet; it’s a beautiful and pretty big city. You’ll love the office we have. You get a nice view of the lake and the downtown park.”
I was starting to feel a little nervous about this. “I’ve never done a job like this. A-all I’ve ever done was modeling gigs.”
Victor put a heavy hand on my leg and squeezed. “You got this, I can promise you that. Here, let’s give it a try.”
“Good morning, is this Victor and Rich
ard’s office?” Dick asked me as he tried his best to mimic a girl’s voice.
I went along with the game. “Y-yes ma’am, how can I help you?”
Victor squeezed my leg again. His hand was a little higher this time. “See? It’s easy as pie.”
“She’s a cherry pie,” Dick added as he looked at me and winked.
“You guys are just fucking with me,” I exclaimed.
Dick shook his head, “No, no, we mean it. You can handle this. Now come on, sign the paper and let’s get going to the office. I want to take you to the top section. It’s where we’ll be working.”
I almost forgot that these two perverts owned the damn company. At first, I thought it was just a small, nonsense type of business like an auto-shop by the outskirts of town but the way they dressed, the cars they drove and the way they described their workplace made it seem like they ran a giant corporation.
What the fuck is there to lose, right? I already got away from Matt so maybe this was the solution to starting a brand new life. Maybe I didn’t have to do any sleazy modeling jobs anymore.
“Let’s do it,” I said and I took Victor’s pen and signed by the dotted line.
Chapter Three
Dick let me ride in his car again and Victor followed us in his Camaro. They first took me back to the bar so I could get into my own vehicle. We didn’t waste much time though and all three of us drove over to the downtown area of the city.
As we went through the main highways I quickly realized this wasn’t the small city I thought it would be. It wasn’t anywhere like New York City but it was still a vast metropolis with a lot of winding roads and tall buildings. Maybe I’d fit in just fine.
Twenty more minutes passed and we drove into the center of the city, where all the big buildings were located. I felt a little queasy about pushing through – by now I figured that they did have a nice office building and not the old garage-type I initially imagined. If I were to be their secretary it would mean going in and interacting with hundreds if not dozens of professionals who finished college. What would they think of me? I’m a college dropout who did nude modeling.
