Weighing my options, I decide what’s the worst that can happen? We are in public. Maybe my luck will turn around. They could be getting ready to leave, and I can have their table. I look at my tray and sigh, here goes nothing.
“Royce, assholes. What’s up?”
Asshole number one speaks first, “My dick if you’ll be around later tonight.”
Before I have time to react and let the first tear well up, Royce kicks his chair, “get lost Jake. And you don’t ever talk like that to Brandi again. I will end you if you do,” he warns with a menacing growl.
“Whatever man. It was a joke. Come on Brad.” Asshole one and two leaves the restaurant.
I want to be upset with what Jake said but the fact that Royce just stood up for me has me rendered speechless. Brad and Jake are his followers. I can’t believe he is choosing me over them. “Have a seat babe, we need to talk.”
I swoon hearing him call me babe. I can’t help it. The way he says it melts my insides.
He reaches across the table and takes my hand. I want to deny him the right to touch me, but it’s hard. He’s the only guy who’s ever remotely cared for me other than my brother.
“Are you serious about the cage girl stuff with Lucky 7?”
“Yeah why?”
“You need to be careful around Parker Garrett. He’s not a good man.”
“But you’re under contract with him?”
“I signed before I met you. Back when I was still with Elizabeth.”
“What’s wrong with Parker?”
“I don’t have time to get into that with you right now, but promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve gotta go, but we’ll talk more Saturday.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond.
I don’t even feel like eating now either.
I’d probably just fuck my nails up anyway.
**
Lucky 7 Promotion’s corporate office is located in a huge building.
The receptionist directs me to the elevator and tells me to get off on the top floor. I looked for other girls auditioning but didn’t see any. My email said 3:30, so I am guessing he scheduled everyone at different times. It would have been nice to see who I’m up against.
The elevator door opens, and I am met by an elderly gentleman who reminds me of one of those old guys from a mustard commercial.
“Just this way miss.” He leads me down a long corridor. I have no idea where he is taking me. The walls are black and the floor is white. As I look for a door or a window I notice that all of the doors seem to blend right in with the paint. You wouldn’t notice they are even there in your first passing of them.
“Mr. Garrett will be with you momentarily. I will let him know of your arrival.” The older man leaves me to stand at the end of the hall, there’s not even a seating area.
Moments later, the old man comes out of a door and shows me inside an office. I figured we’d be doing this at the warehouse where they hold the fights, so he could see me in the ring or something.
“Brandi is it?” I nod in agreement. He places his arms behind his head, looking at me like he so high and mighty—the mighty king sitting on the throne of his mighty empire. I do have to admit he looks damn good doing it. Damn the man is even more fine close up. His hair is shaved short, practically bald, but you can tell he is a blonde. He has a nice tan and really fucking beautiful blue eyes that reminding of the water surrounding a tropical island. His slack jaw and angular nose are in perfect proportion. He looks like an underwear model. It really should be against the law for a man to be this wealthy, and so damned hot. I am surprised the sprinklers don’t set off from the fire alarms while he is here.
Seriously, he’s that good looking.
“Brandi,” he prompts snapping me out of my observing his hotness. I adjust my top making sure that I’m not flashing my tits at him when he clicks at something on his computer. Not that I think he would mind all that much – he is known for being a ladies’ man and always getting his way.
“I’m a man of many talents.”
Did I just say that last part aloud? Oh my God! I’m mortified. This isn’t the impression I was hoping to make.
His eyes meet mine slightly amused at my slip of the tongue. “Have you ever been a cage girl before?”
“No.” We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment when his phone rings.
“Excuse me, this will only take a moment.” He leaves me sitting in his office alone giving me the perfect opportunity to check out my surroundings.
I begin to notice a pattern as I glance around. There are seven pillows on his small sofa, seven pens lying on his desk, and seven paintings on the wall. Weird.
Parker isn’t pleased with whoever is on the other end of the phone. I can’t exactly make out what he is saying, but the words ‘get rid of him’ are spoken, along with ‘it’s costing me too much to let it slide this time.’
Royce’s warning sounds in my head but is shoved to the back of my mind at the sound of the door opening.
Parker returns from his call, trying to hide the irritation on his face. “I hate being interrupted when in the company of someone so beautiful.”
I blush.
He looks amused and licks his lips. The way his tongue darts out and over his kissable lips makes my nipples hard.
“I have one of our bikinis for you. If you don’t mind changing, I’d like to see you in it.”
I nod while wondering if he’d like to see me out of it too.
Parker shows me to his private bath that is located inside his office. “I won’t be long.” I hurriedly do a once over of the room. It is the fanciest bathroom that I have ever seen in an office, not that I have visited many. He has all the necessary accommodations. A shower, commode, sink and even a small closet containing spare clothing.
I can’t help but imagine the reasons why he would need a shower.
I take the tiny scrap of black material from the Lucky 7 tote bag he handed me a moment ago.
I shimmy out of my dress, then I trade my bra and panties for what Parker thinks is a bikini. Thank goodness I shave my pussy or I would be seriously embarrassed. This suit leaves nothing to the imagination. The bottoms aren’t a thong, but they might as well be. My big tits are spilling out of the top of the small cups.
I feel so exposed, but when I peer at my reflection in the mirror, I have to admit all my hard work and dedication has paid off. I look sexy. My thighs are thick but muscular. My ass looks perky and tight. My tits have some wicked cleavage going on.
With a deep breath I exit the bathroom, trying not to appear nervous. If I want to do this professionally I have to get over my fear. This is one man, at the fights there will be hundreds.
A loud whistle pierces my ears as Parker takes me in. I swallow hard when he tells me to spin and show him the full view.
I hear a hiss leave his lips before I turn to face him. He walks around me, mentally stripping the bikini from my shapely form.
“I have to say I’m impressed. I’ve bene following you on social media. You’ve worked hard and its paid off.”
I want to be happy with his compliment, but it also means he knows I was overweight before.
“I think we could make a great team and really get Lucky 7 on the map. Your story—the media will love you. I see a bright future for us, Brandi. I’ll have my secretary set some things up. If you are interested in joining the team.”
“Absolutely.” I am beside myself right now.
His hand brushes my cheek. “I can’t wait to see how far we can go together.”
I smile. Things are looking up.
I excuse myself to change back into my clothes. Afterwards I join him in the corridor.
Parker offers to see me out and I agree not wanting this fantastic day to end.
“Can I show you something before you go?”
“Sure.” He probably wants to show me something to do with the fights.
We step onto the elevator and we ride down o
ne floor in silence. Parker leads the way until we reach a set of stairs. “There isn’t an elevator to where I am taking you. I didn’t take your choice of shoes into account.”
“It’s fine, my feet can handle it. I need the practice wearing them for the fights anyway.” We exit at a door that says roof access.
“Watch your step,” he tells me placing a hand at the base of my back. There’s a small drop from the door to the roof.
I wasn’t expecting such a beautiful view of the sunset. “I love the view up here. It is truly breath taking Parker. Thank you for showing me.”
“You are most welcome.”
We stand together enamored by the busy city that is below us. Everyone looks like ants scurrying along the sidewalk.
“I’m really looking forward to working with you Brandi. I hope this isn’t out of line, but you’re beautiful. I was captured by your beauty the first time I saw you. You remind me so much if someone I used to know.”
I want to ask who, but I don’t know him well enough to oppress for details.
“Thank you,” I reply warmly.
“I guess you’d like to get home and off your feet.” He leads me back down the stairs to the elevator. We ride down four floors and walk down two halls before getting on another elevator. My feet are feeling pretty achy by the time we reach our destination in the parking garage. The lights are a lot dimmer than normal. It gives me goose bumps. I know I have nothing to be creeped out by. I am being escorted to my car on the top floor of the garage by Parker. I had to park on the top; there weren’t any spots left on the lower levels when I arrived.
I don’t even notice that his yellow corvette is parked right next my jeep, until I am at my driver's side door. I am thankful that he still hasn’t placed me as being the girl with the guys who dented in his car.
“Can I ask you something funny Parker?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“What do you think of the nickname women have for you?” I don’t know why I am so curious to hear his response to my question. Nor can I believe that really just came out of my mouth.
“Which one? I’ve been called many things, but if you are referring to PG—Pussy Getter. I don’t like it all. It makes me seem like someone who is clearly only interested in one thing. That’s just not the case. I just haven’t found a woman who can hold my attention very long.” But the way his eyes look when he talks leads me to think otherwise they almost match the sadness Royce’s eyes have held when he would talk to me about Elizabeth.
He pulls me towards him. The movement is unexpected. “Can you hold my attention?” Parker traces my jaw with his finger.
“I’m a woman of many talents,” I throw his words from earlier back at him.
He laughs and tugs my hand leading me to the front of his car.
“I like you,” he tells me.
“I think I like you too,” I tease, unable to believe that I am doing this right now—flirting with Parker Garrett. A part of me is doing it because Royce told me to stay away. Why does he get to dictate anything I do? He gave up the right to tell me what to do when we broke up.
“Why are you obsessed with the number seven?” Parker has my back pressed down on the hood of his car.
He bends down holding his mouth so close to mine that I can feel his lips graze mine as he speaks.
“For one, it’s my lucky number. Two, it’s the number of positions I’m going to have you in. And third, most importantly it is the number of times I am going to get you off.” He pulls me off the car and back to standing toe to toe with him. “Now turn your fine ass around so I can work on that zipper.”
My legs are trembling with goose bumps and excitement. I can’t believe this is really happening. That I am here in this moment with Parker Garrett of all people. Taking my time, I slowly turn my back to him.
“Place your palms flat on the hood of the car.”
The dent in the hood has already been repaired. Then again a man with his money probably has a fleet of Corvettes.
I do as he instructs me. As I bend forward he places a knee between my legs and spreads them apart. His mouth is against my ear as he whispers hoarsely, “Are you sure about this Brandi?”
I can’t find my voice so I moan lightly and he slowly undoes the zipper of my strapless dress. Trailing kisses down my back as he slides my dress down to my ankles he grips my hips hard. His hands are large but smooth. Parker works his way up to the front of my torso and squeezes my left breast.
“Have you ever been fucked good and hard because I’m about to fuck you like an animal.” He growls as he bites the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder. In one swift motion my panties are ripped from my body. The cool air against my skin is the only indication that I was ever wearing any. I am thankful that he can’t see my face right now. It’s hard telling the contorted expression my face is making in pleasure right now. My hips instinctively roll into his crotch, and my back arches in response to his finger as it massages my clit. “Do you like it rough?”
He pinches my nipple with his free hand as I pant, “yes.”
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, well one man –Royce. I don’t want to think about him right now though.
Parker takes a moment to unzip his pants. Rolling a condom on he slides the head of his cock between my cheeks. With one hard thrust he is inside me. I am in a daze of ecstasy as we get lost in each other. His hands are everywhere at once— fondling, pinching, caressing, and pleasuring every nerve in my body. I feel like I am about to shatter into a million pieces with every thrust. I ride the wave of carnal pleasure that passes through me. I swear I just had a triple orgasm. How can one man make my body feel like I am with three people at once as he and only he fucks me senseless?
Parker continues to pound into me harder and harder. He pulls out and turns me around so that I am now lying flat on my back across the hood of his ‘vette. “Brandi no heels on the car, I just had it repaired.” He licks his way down each of my calves as he removes my stilettos. I study him as he continues to lick and nip his way back up to me. He is so damn gorgeous. His muscles look like they are carved from stone. I never thought he would be the tattoo type. There is a flock of birds taking flight from his left side to under his ribs on the same side of his chest.
I am caught off guard when his tongue slithers inside me, as he sucks and fingers my pussy. “You taste like a dream and fuck like a goddess.”
I pull him to my mouth and lick his lips. Tasting me on his juicy lips is such a turn on. His eyes are on fire and they are burning straight through me. This is the most erotic experience I have ever had. Parker Garrett has me saying Royce who?
“I am going to eat you alive Brandi.” He murmurs as his mouth closes over my clit. My hips buck and I press my hands down on the back of his head, sending his tongue deeper inside my pussy. I lie back against the cold metal of the car and gaze lazily all around. We are on the top floor of the parking garage it feels like we are completely alone without another soul for miles. I could stay right here with this fucking delectable hunk forever.
I find myself at a sideways angle as Parker grips my right knee bending it over the crook of his arm. I bend my left leg out and flatten it against the car. It hurts at first to be in such an awkward position, my leg muscles are burning.
My nails rake down his back as he slams into me bringing me over the edge beyond reason— I can’t believe that this is real. Parker’s body begins to jerk and twitch as he too dives over the edge of the cliff and collapses on top of me. He bites down on my nipple as his muscles are still convulsing. A growl of satisfaction leaves his lips.
“That wasn’t seven positions,” I pinch his ass trying to get his weight off of me.
“The night isn’t over yet.”
“No, but I am exhausted to be quite honest.”
“Another time then?” He looks down at me with hope that I will say yes.
I’m not sure what to say, he is my boss now, an
d this is wrong for so many reasons. I’m not even sure I can drive myself home after this. But life is short and I’d be crazy to say no.
“Yes, definitely yes.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles with frustration.
“Are you okay,” I look over at him wondering what could’ve upset him.
“I hate to tell you this but um the condom broke. Are you on the pill?”
“Yeah I get the shot, um are you ya know clean?”
“Yeah, I get tested regularly. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch soon.” Parker waits until I am fully dressed and securely in my car before he gets into his own and drives off.
Once his taillights are out of sight I begin bouncing in my seat. That was the most amazing sex in the history of sex everywhere. How can I ever want another man after tonight? He said he would be in touch, but what does that even mean? We didn’t even exchange numbers. I am sure he probably already knows it; I did put it on my paperwork I submitted weeks ago for the open call. Besides it is his company I work for so it wouldn’t be hard for him to pull my employee file I am sure. But why would he call me, I just gave him the one thing he probably wanted from me anyway. What if he fires me? What if he thinks I’m just a whore who goes around sleeping with just any Tom Dick or Harry? Why do I have to complicate things further by over thinking it…ugh?
After composing myself enough to drive home I hope that Kline is either already in bed or not home.
If he picks up on my mood, he will ask me a gazillion question that I don’t want to think about. I could blame it on my Royce encounter, but I don’t know how I feel about that situation either. And I am sure Kline will be non-too pleased to hear that I am even thinking of starting up with Royce again.
All the lights are off once I get inside the door of the apartment. There aren’t any keys on the kitchen counter but my own. I didn’t see Kline’s truck in the lot either. Good it appears that I will be able to bathe and go to sleep.
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