Vegas Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  “Yes, I can take care of everything.” I nodded. “You won’t be here?”

  “No, I’ve got a conference call I’m afraid. I trust you though. You already impressed Max Martin, so I don’t think you’ll have any trouble today.” He smiled and let the door close as he left.

  If only he knew.

  W E WERE ALL SEATED around the table when Max arrived. He arrived alone without any of the representatives from Energy Enhanced which confirmed he had no real interest in what we were presenting. Adam greeted him enthusiastically and I walked to the front of the room to go over my storyboard ideas. I had arranged the seats so I could sit at a rounded corner near the back while Max would be at the front. To my horror, Max whispered into the ear of the woman sitting next to my seat and she immediately moved to the front, leaving the only empty seat directly next to mine. I couldn’t focus on that and I certainly couldn’t focus on his eyes, which were practically undressing me as I looked into them.

  “Good morning, Mr. Martin. I’d like to show you a couple of storyboards we’re working on. Our plan is to buy advertising spots on some of the college channels. It will hit our demographic, without the cost of a network television.” I pulled the cover off of the first storyboard.

  “Ms. Grant, let me interrupt you.” Max’s voice was a low growl.

  “Yes sir?” I blinked and looked at him, trying to avoid staring directly into his eyes.

  “How do you plan to get the college channels to advertise an energy drink? Most of the big campuses have restrictions on advertisements. No drugs, alcohol, tobacco, and after some of the health scares, no energy drinks.” Max tapped his fingers on the table.

  “Energy Enhanced has been marketed as a vitamin supplement since it was released. It’s more than just a bunch of caffeine and herbs from Guatemala nobody can pronounce. We’ve already got the University of Michigan to agree with our branding.” I clenched my jaw as I waited to see how he responded.

  “Very good. Carry on.” Max nodded and it seemed like the whole room had a collective sigh of relief.

  I ran through both storyboards without any more questions from Max. The first storyboard was aimed at students who were struggling with staying awake in class because they weren’t getting the proper intake of daily vitamins and the second one was aimed at those who loved the word electrolytes . Our focus groups indicated it was a strong attention-getting word because of the prominence in advertisements for several post-workout drinks. The combination of storyboards would be cleaned up a lot by those that specialized in designing commercials. The final product might not even look like what I had designed, but it was all we had to show in such a short time. After I sat down beside Max, Adam stood up to run through some charts and sales figure predictions.

  “You did good.” Max looked over at me with a smile.

  “Why are you here?” I kept a smile on my face even though I spoke harshly in a forced whisper. I checked my phone and put it on the table.

  “I wanted to see how the roses I got you were doing.” He put his phone down on the table and picked up mine before the screen could lock.

  “They’re in the trash—that’s my phone.” I struggled to maintain my fake smile as Adam started talking about market shares.

  “Yes, I don’t have your number. You’re the Team Lead on a project I’m taking a personal interest in, so I should be able to get in contact with you at any time.” He started punching numbers on my phone and I saw his buzz with a text message.

  Max looked up at Adam and nodded along politely to the sales predictions he was presenting. He dropped my phone next to me and I quickly picked it up. I went to my sent text messages and saw he had sent a message that said Abby’s number to what I assumed was his cell phone number. As I stared at it, I saw the three dots at the bottom of the message and could see him quickly typing out a text beside me. I considered blocking his number immediately, but before I could even touch the screen, his message appeared.

  I’m going to put my hand under the table and rub your pussy until you cum.

  I read the message once—and then read it again. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as I looked over at him and then up towards Adam. Max put his hand on my knee and I froze. If I reacted in any way, I would cause a scene. I tried to gently push his hand away under the table without revealing anything to the rest of the people seated around us, but he didn’t budge. He took my skirt in his hand and pushed it up my thighs. I wanted him to stop, but my pussy was already getting wet as I felt the warmth of his hand on my inner thigh. He let it linger there and I grabbed my cell phone. Adam didn’t seem to have any idea and he was the only one who could really see my reactions. Everyone else was focused on the presentation as I started typing. Max immediately replied, typing his message with one hand.

  Stop!

  You don’t want me to stop.

  Yes, I do!

  Say it out loud and I’ll pull my hand away.

  I put down my phone and placed both of my hands flat on the table when Max’s hand started to caress the edge of my panties. He dug a finger underneath them and felt my wetness, pressing against it. As much as I didn’t want him to touch me, there was fire-fueled desire surging through my body as it reacted to his touch. I spread my legs slightly so he could have better access, even as every rational thought in my head told me to just tell him to stop. He slid up my labia and started to quickly caress my clitoris. I had never tried to have a silent orgasm before and as Adam’s presentation continued, I felt my moans rising in my throat, begging to be released. I swallowed it, just trying to focus every ounce of my effort on making sure nobody knew what was happening underneath the table.

  “In our next graph, you’ll see the impact we expect this shift to have on your current market.” Adam switched to a different graph.

  Max had a smile on his face—a satisfied grin that made me silently rage against him even as his finger continued to bring me pleasure. His finger got faster, moving around my clitoris in a circle while he remained perfectly still. I felt a bit of sweat forming on my brow and I had to close my eyes for a moment as the intensity of the sensation picked up. I was dangerously close to an orgasm. The pressure was building and causing my hips to shift in my chair. I looked around the room in paranoia, feeling like I was displaced from reality. The only way to make Max stop was to give him the orgasm he wanted, so I let my body focus on the pleasure for a moment and then it was all over. My pussy spasmed and my legs shook. Max continued moving his finger around my clitoris. My eyes closed and I bit my tongue so hard I thought I was going to bite through it.

  “And our final graph...” Adam switched graphs.

  I sat there in the afterglow of an orgasm as Max pulled his finger away from my pussy and wiped it on my panties. He leaned back with his devilish smile etched on his face and both hands resting on the table like nothing happened at all. I could feel my panties soaked with the mixture of stimulation and lust. When Adam was done with his presentation, I immediately excused myself and walked towards the bathroom. I sat down in a stall and started cleaning my pussy and inner thighs, along with my panties. Thankfully, it didn’t go completely through my skirt and there was no evidence on the back of it. I felt a bit of anger rising as I put myself back together again. I walked out of the bathroom, planning to give Max a piece of my mind.

  “Where did Mr. Martin go?” I walked up to Adam who was exiting an empty conference room.

  “He said to say goodbye. He had another meeting across town and had to go.” Adam shrugged. “He seemed happy. I think you did a good job.”

  “I just put together some storyboards. Your graphs did most of the work.” —and Max’s finger.

  I felt like I had dodged a bullet aimed at my skull. I wasn’t sure Mr. Hawthorne would care that I didn’t initiate the encounter if he found out Max had been fingering me under the conference table. I wasn’t even sure how many human resources policies we had violated during that meeting, but I wasn’t eager to find o
ut. The bottom line was that Max had no intentions of leaving me alone and he wanted another date. The asshole Mr. Mistake who never came back for seconds was pursuing me. I had no idea what made me special. I was the one that was perfectly fine with him not calling me. I certainly didn’t initiate contact.

  Chapter 14: Max

  The scent of Abby’s lust on my finger was enough to make my cock hard when I left the office and climbed into the back of my car. I hoped it would be an appetizer and turn her on enough to actually agree to a second date. Sitting through the entire presentation had made me late for another meeting, so I couldn’t wait for her to return, but she was on my mind when the car pulled away. The rest of the day was boring as I stared at my phone through most of the meetings, hoping Abby would send me a message. When the end of the day was approaching, I finally picked it up and started typing out a message to her.

  So, dinner?

  My place. Six o’clock.

  Her response was brief, but it was all I needed. I instructed my driver to take me to her house. I had a strange feeling in my stomach—nervousness? I didn’t get nervous. Butterflies? I certainly didn’t get those. It had to be nothing more than misplaced anticipation. My driver dropped me off and I walked up her steps, knocking on the door when I reached the top. There were no sounds from within for a moment, but then I heard a snap of the deadbolt and the door was opened. Abby pulled the door open and I grinned when I saw she was wearing nothing more than a thin robe tied at the waist. The top of it was open enough that I could see the top of her breasts peeking out.

  “I see we’re going to skip the formalities of dinner yet again.” I slammed the door as I stepped inside. Her cat disappeared around the corner.

  “You’re obviously not going to leave me alone until you’re tired of fucking me, so how many days of silence will this buy me?” She dropped her robe to the floor and stood before me completely naked. My cock immediately began to get hard in my pants.

  “I’ll tell you what.” I walked over and put my arms around her back. “You let me fuck you tonight and I won’t call you at all tomorrow—but tomorrow night, I’m coming back for more.”

  “Jesus...” She drew a breath and stared at me. “What makes me so damn special? You were supposed to fuck me and leave me alone—that was the deal.”

  “I never made that deal.” I reached down and squeezed her ass.

  “It was implied.” She leaned against me.

  “I like you, Abby.” I pressed my lips to her neck. “I like you a lot.”

  She started fumbling with my tie as I scooped her up and dropped her on the couch. I climbed on top and started kissing her neck and her ears, finally moving to her lips. My cock was swelling up so tight in my pants that it was starting to hurt. I could see the lust and desire in her eyes as my tie came off, followed by my shirt. She rubbed her hands across my muscled chest and then pulled me back towards her lips. Our kiss was like electricity meeting water, creating a storm of passion between us. I reached down and rubbed her pussy which was already wet again. She unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, and started stroking my cock through the fabric.

  “You’re in a hurry to have that inside of you, huh?” I grinned and kissed her neck again.

  “The faster it is inside of me, the faster you’ll be gone.” She pushed my trousers down along with my boxers and started to caress my naked cock.

  “So you just want me to fuck you and go?” I could see goosebumps forming on her neck as she felt my breath on her ear.

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “Fine.” I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. “I’ll just fuck you then.”

  I pulled her to the arm of the couch and rolled her over. She turned to jelly in my arms as I draped her across the arm and tilted her head towards the floor. Her pussy was fully exposed and glistening with the wetness of her desire. I climbed behind her on the couch and pressed my cock to the wetness after I slid a condom on. She pushed her hips back against it and I started to slide inside. Her pussy still wasn’t used to getting fucked and it started to clench up when I started to push my cock inside of it. I forced my cock inside and made her pussy stretch to accommodate my girth as she moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I grabbed her waist and started quickly driving my girth into her tightness. She fit me like a glove and felt amazing when all twelve inches were buried inside of her.

  “Damn, you feel good.” I let out a grunt as I started to thrust.

  I picked up the speed and intensity once her pussy was fully adjusted to the first and only cock it had ever felt. There was something erotic about that thought, knowing that no man had ever touched her except me. Fucking her from behind allowed me to hit her g-spot at a different angle than I had the last time I was inside of her and I could feel her body reacting to the sensation. I locked both hands around her waist and held her there, owning her pussy with every long stroke that was driven so deep I could feel the echo of her moans against my cock. Even if it was only our second time together, I already knew exactly how she needed to be fucked to feel the maximum pleasure from my thrusts. I bent her pleasure to my will, giving her slow methodical g-spot stimulations, followed by harder thrusts that brought her to the edge of an orgasm, and then I slowed it down again before she could cum.

  “Don’t slow down, please!” Her voice cracked when I gave her g-spot a quick thrust while she spoke.

  “You said you wanted me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you how I want to.” I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her ass.

  “Hey!” She snapped her head towards me.

  “Did you like that?” I gave her another one on the other side while she watched.

  “I’m not into that.” She shook her head.

  “How do you know? You’re were a virgin until I fucked you. You might be surprised by the number of things I can make you like.” I reached forward and grabbed her hair. “I bet you even like it rough.”

  I pulled back on her hair and started thrusting into her as hard as I could. Her whole body contorted and a loud moan of pleasure rushed out of her throat like a typhoon of pleasure. I slammed into her pussy so hard I was concerned I would leave bruises before I was done, and she shook with pleasure that was magnified with more intensity than I had felt from her before that moment. She definitely liked it rough. I kept thrusting as hard as I could until she was on the edge again. I kept her hair pulled tight but I slowed down to keep her on the edge for a little bit longer. My cock was throbbing and begging for a release, but if I had to go once we were done, I was going to make it a damn marathon instead of a sprint.

  “You like every bit of that don’t you?” I slapped her ass again.

  “Yes!” Her body tightened underneath me as the confession rushed across her lips.

  My furious thrusting was making her so wet that her lust was running down her thighs and mixing with the perspiration of our bodies. She was melting into the discovery of her hidden desires—things she probably only read about or saw in movies. It was becoming a part of her real life as I kept impaling her on my cock and pounding her tight, wet pussy. I felt her orgasm get close over and over but I denied her, slowing down before she could erupt. My hand stayed tied up in her hair so long my knuckles were getting numb, but she was still panting with each breath begging for more. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, so I started concentrating on her g-spot, delivering hard and powerful thrusts that caused the arm of the couch to creak and shudder against the force of her body being driven into it.

  “You’re going to make me cum...” It was there before she finished her sentence.

  Her body started to quiver and shake. I loved the feeling of a woman orgasming on my cock. Her pussy clenched against me, getting tight as she spasmed and shook. The sensations of her orgasm flooding through her body caused my cock to throb and pulsate. Cum began to erupt as I let out several hard grunts of pleasure. I could feel it swelling in the condom to the point it felt like the p
ocket designed to catch it was going to explode if I wasn’t careful. I started to slow my thrusts as my muscles tightened and my body was drained of cum. I released her hair and let her head slump down before I pulled out of her and slumped down on the couch behind her. She let out a moan when our bodies were separated and remained against the arm of the couch, her body still dripping with lust. I removed the condom and tied it in a knot, holding it in my hand as I recovered some of my spent energy.

  “I guess I’ll go now.” I stood and picked up my pants.

  “Wait...” She muttered, turning towards me. “You don’t have to go.”

  “You said you wanted me to fuck you and leave, so I’m leaving. If you want me to stay, tell me that tomorrow before I fuck you.” I leaned over and gave her another hard slap on her ass, but she didn’t react.

  I finished dressing and left her naked on the couch. I saw her cat peeking around the corner, probably wondering what the hell I did to his mama. I sent my driver a text message and waited by the curb until he arrived. I tossed the condom in the bushes before I climbed into the back of the car and looked back at her house. I hadn’t fucked a woman like that in years. I had gotten tired of the endless merry-go-round of sluts that wanted it rough and it changed my philosophy. I went after the good girls that didn’t know what they wanted—the kind that could count their partners on one hand. It was rare to find one that didn’t even have one to count. I wasn’t sure what the future held for Abby and me, but I knew that I would be back the next night, and I was going to fuck her again.

  Chapter 15: Abby

  Holy shit.

  My body had been pillaged. The front of my thighs hurt from being slammed against the couch and they were slightly rubbed raw from the fabric. The back of my thighs hurt from the intensity of his thrusts. There was even a light sting across my ass from where he slapped it. My scalp tingled and my hair had just melded with the sweat on my neck. My pussy felt like it had been wrecked. The strangest part of it was that I didn’t care—I felt so much pleasure from the way he fucked me that it was worth every second of the agony I knew I would feel when I walked into work the next day. I finally got enough energy from the afterglow of my orgasm to roll off of the arm of the couch and sink into the cushions. Sebastian walked over and pressed his nose to my hand.