by Claire Angel
Her hair can be easily wound around my hand in a firm grip. Hearing her moan in refusal will make me yearn. Giving her pleasure will open her up to a whole world of possibilities.
I hear somebody clearing their throat and I turn quickly to find an angel at my door. The sweater hides the truth. The skirt is plain and simple. My curiosity is piqued to know what dirty little secret she hides from me.
“I’ve scheduled this appointment to go over some of my latest finds. There’s one, in particular, that has that it factor. Sheila is the total package with a musical background in theatre and she has a degree from Juilliard,” She said and began going through her proposal with meticulous care.
The professionalism of her approach was rarely seen.
The slight fluctuation of her voice confirms she’s intimidated by me. I like the way she walks around on eggshells afraid of saying the wrong thing.
The shape of her breasts has my undivided attention. I want to let her know about my hunger to see her without clothes. Her lips hold me hostage and the way her tongue licks the shape of her mouth has a hidden meaning.
“I see you have done a lot of work and she certainly seems like a good fit. It’s not every day a talent like hers comes around and we need to seize the day before somebody else gets her to sign on the dotted line. It’s in our best interest to meet with her together over dinner tonight,” I suggest, gauging her reaction and waiting for her to respond.
“You can certainly seal the deal better than anyone. What exactly do you have in mind taking into account she’s not easily impressed by being wined and dined.” She folds her leg over the other and my heart stops at the fleeting glance of a bit more skin than she is intending
“I’ll make the arrangements for a 7:00 reservation at Carbone. I personally know the chef. You haven’t lived until you have tasted the Veal Parmesan not to mention the tableside Caesar salad. You can’t go wrong with the garlic suffused Angel Pasta,” I said with my attempt to impress making her eyes go wide with surprise.
I circled my prey feeding off her fear of being in close proximity of me.
My hands touched her shoulders and she visibly trembled. I didn’t make it seem sexual even though there was a part of me hungry with insistence.
“You must have some clout to be able to get beyond the doorman on such short notice,” She stammers with her words cracking under the pressure of what I can only perceive are my unwanted advances.
“You live long enough in this town and you get to know people on an intimate basis. I make friends easily with idle chitchat. I don’t know what it is, but people seem to gravitate toward me. They tell me I’m easy to talk to like one of the boys. It helps that my father was a politician with a polished tongue.” I’m using the art of seduction by incorporating a special massage technique to lure her into my web of depravity.
She’s this natural beauty with this fresh way of looking at things. I want to corrupt her. I’ve been known in the past to take the path of least resistance. It’s necessary from time to time to challenge my talents.
It’s intoxicating to be near her. I forgot what it was like to be the hunter. She reminds me of her firm willing to go to get her in a compromising position.
“I’ve always been on the sidelines looking in from the outside. This profession doesn’t suit me, but it’s the only thing I want to be. There was never any aspiration to do something else with my life. People told me it was a pipe dream, but I took their negativity and turned it into something positive,” She said with this meek and mild inflection that I found adorable.
I took my hands off of her and I didn’t want to send mixed signals.
I can adapt and become whatever she wants me to be. It’s going to be an effort to break from the traditional way of seducing a subject.
Michelle is worth a bit of patience. She will be the experiment.
Every breath she takes becomes like a beacon to my libido. Every move she makes I watch with intensity. Tonight is going to become a campaign of the sweetest form of seduction. It’s not hard to recognize the signs of her silent desire.
“Don’t sell yourself short. This job becomes you and you’ve proven yourself to have a good head on your shoulders. Your eye for detail is exemplary. It comes easily to you like breathing. Don’t let anybody tell you differently,” I implore, giving her high praise with my eyes drawn to the heat of her stare.
I’m not immune to her charms. It’s taking everything in me not to be blatant and bold. She’s a delicate flower, ready to bloom underneath my guidance. I see the fire inside of her and she’s about to learn what it takes to turn that spark into a flame.
“I’m not looking for a pat on the back. I see raw talent and I want to give them a chance to blossom. Your rise in this field is nothing short of remarkable. I have been following your career for years. I still have to pinch myself to believe I’m working for you. I’m like the talent, relatively unknown and I wonder why you would even give me a chance,” She asks in a backhanded way.
My pants were feeling tight and I didn’t feel comfortable showing her my hand. She needs to believe I don’t have any ulterior motives when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I saw the same raw talent you see in others. It usually takes those that come to my attention years to get my attention. You literally camped out on my doorstep and it’s that kind of tenacity I’m looking for. You were either going to sink or swim on your own merits,” I said swallowing hard and contemplating what it was going to take to have her panties on my floor in the morning.
“Disappointing you was the last thing on my mind. Failure wasn’t an option. I don’t have any other gear than full speed. These people dream of becoming a big star and I want to be responsible for being the wind underneath their wings.” She embellishes with passion behind every word.
Dinner is going to be interesting and I suspect there are going to be surprises. I don’t normally become personally invested. This is my way of getting close to Michelle. The food will draw its own conclusions. I’m hoping to parlay this into moments of pleasure, not for the faint of heart.
“It’s interesting to meet somebody of like mind. The others are here for the money without the passion. I see big things in your future. I’m thinking about giving you more responsibility. Show me what you can do at dinner and we can discuss it,” I challenge, realizing this is my one opportunity to see her in action without the results abundantly clear.
“It sounds to me like this is some kind of audition to see if I keep my job. I have enough pressure in my life. I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” She’s getting defensive and somehow the meeting has taken a wrong turn.
“You’re not going to lose your job, but this will determine whether or not you will get an expense account. I’m looking to have somebody train under me to be an international scout. It’s a position I have been toying with for quite some time.” I got her to the door and closed it with a long deep breath.
The window overlooking the city had the best view of the little people. I could crush them between my fingers like tiny little ants. I knew the power I could wield. This is my little corner of paradise within my ivory tower.
The only thing missing is the woman behind the man. Michelle has dreams that I can easily make a reality. She’s perfect for the position I have in mind.
I have this feeling the food isn’t the only thing on the menu.
Chapter 3
Michelle
A wardrobe is nothing without a little black dress. It complements everything I own and I was feeling a little frisky. I can’t show up casually in a pair of jeans and one of my many sweaters.
The woman looking back at me in the mirror is a stranger.
She seems uncomfortable in her own skin. The reflection is how I want to be perceived. A festering sexual desire is building with pressure inside of me waiting for a suitable outlet. The sex toys in my possession are merely distractions from the
flesh and blood version between a man’s legs.
I left the comfort of my one bedroom bungalow with low expectations. The taxi was waiting for me. I took the time to apply make-up with a red glossy shine to my lips.
The taxi comes to a stop and I look up to the restaurant with a buzzing clientele sitting down to dinner.
I step from the taxi, teetering on my 4-inch black heels. It’s in my blood to be a temptation. My mother has always been a consummate flirt. Her limited career in the entertainment field had me following her around to every gig. Her claim to fame was a national commercial back in the day.
I tried my hand at acting, but I couldn’t get past the butterflies. I turned my attention to my true passion. I was going to take those not getting the recognition they deserved and give them a platform. I was the one who made the introductions and things skyrocketed from there.
The restaurant is standing room only. The patrons are accustomed to the extravagant price tags. They don’t even bat an eyelash. The women know how to dress to impress. I feel like they are judging me, but I know it’s only my overactive imagination.
Sheila is already one glass of wine ahead of me. She waves at me and I walk over to find she isn’t alone.
Tyson is swirling his glass with his eyes closed. He invites the aroma into his olfactory senses. There’s absolutely no way I can possibly fit into this crowd.
“Tyson has been kind enough to keep me company. You never told me he was funny as well as handsome. Be careful, or I might have to steal him out from underneath you,” She giggles with her hand playfully slapping Tyson’s chest.
“Sheila has been telling me about some of her accomplishments. She studied in Oxford for a year doing Shakespeare in the park to get experience. She has been honing her craft for almost five years in the making. I have to say that she’s already paid her dues and then some. I have the ear of several different producers looking for their marquee star. A few chosen words and you will be on your way.” He took a sip of the wine and smiled with an appreciation for the bouquet and the sensation of warmth running through his veins.
I made myself comfortable even though the man of my dreams is leering at me over his glass.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still need some kind of publicity to put her over with the people. Ideally, that would come from a Broadway show, but that’s probably reaching a little bit too far. Aim a little lower,” I advise, thinking she’s not going to live and die by the word of Tyson Reynolds.
“There is a role that opened moments before I got here. I don’t want the word to get out so I will write down the name of the Broadway show,” He whispered with his hand scribbling on a napkin before he folded it over.
He slides the napkin inconspicuously across the table until both of us are able to peel it back to reveal the name.
We both look at each other stunned by the revelation. The role in question was filled by a little-known actress on a famous sitcom. Something had to have happened to make her vacate the role in mid-production.
“We’re going to have to prepare her for the audition,” I sputter with disbelief unable to comprehend how he is the first to know of this little rumour.
“Auditions are for those who come off the street without representation. One word of encouragement and the role can be yours. The only thing you have to decide is what contract you’re going to sign. You can have your lawyers read it, but it’s basically boilerplate.” He said revealing a white envelope coming out of his suit jacket.
“This is a bit sudden and I thought I would have more time to think about it. My father taught me never to take the first offer.” She has flaming red hair cut short above her neck and her body is a man’s wet dream coming true in front of their eyes.
“Opportunities like this don’t come around often. I’m going to need your answer before the end of dinner. There are others vying for this role, but I’m giving you first dibs. Don’t think about it for long and this is a limited time offer,” He warns while motioning for the waitress to come over to take our order.
He’s a bit presumptuous and takes the liberty of ordering for all three of us without even consulting us. It’s in bad form and leaves a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I don’t object and I’m a little bit curious to see how sophisticated his palate is.
The wine bottle is in his hand and he doesn’t even hesitate to fill our glasses when they are half empty. I suspect this is his attempt to get me drunk. Everybody knows liquor has a tendency to lower inhibitions. The trap is set and I’m not one to take the bait easily.
The same thing can’t be said for Sheila. I try in vain to stop her from overindulging, but she feels she has something to celebrate.
Champagne is mentioned and soon becomes yet another thing to put on the bill at the end of the night.
“I don’t mean to boast about his talents, but it’s not bragging if you can back it up. The chef here is a four-star Michelin marvel. His Italian roots give him a leg up over the competition. His traditional training has him delving into a bunch of different tricks to keep his clients happy,” He comments with a bit of a flair for the dramatic.
He’s waving his hands around with a boisterous voice to call attention to himself. It’s not uncommon for him to be the centre of attention.
Tyson had a 5:00 shadow and I wondered how his prickly beard would feel on the inside of my thighs.
His polished reputation is always on the line, but nothing had tarnished it. His risks paid off more so than when it didn’t. It’s a stroke of genius for him to come here with something up his sleeve.
“Are you sure you’re not talking crazy? This whole thing seems surreal. I’m a little confused how something like this hasn’t gotten out. The producer in question is a man of many talents, but keeping a secret isn’t one of them,” Sheila questions the validity without actually coming out and voicing her suspicion.
“This is the one time we’re going to have to agree to disagree. I told him to keep it quiet on the promise I would be able to find him some fresh talent to fill the vacant position. I have some feelers out with more established actresses, but they don’t have that certain something. I warn you there is going to be a lot of pressure put on your shoulders and big shoes to fill,” He declares with his hand slapping the table for emphasis.
I know Sheila is up to the task. It surprises me nobody has snatched her up. I guess their bad luck is our good luck.
“I’m no stranger to proving myself. It’s all a part of the auditioning process. I’d been debating on what company to go with, but what you have done is saved me a lot of time. I’m willing to do what it takes to make this work,” She whispers and moves her hand across the table to touch him while lingering a little bit too long.
“You don’t have to do that. I would rather keep things platonic and professional. I know this is a foreign concept in this business, but some of us are not easily swayed by a pretty face. You have an exemplary talent and nobody should take advantage of you. I will personally be watching to make sure nobody demands more of you than what you’re willing to give.” He very carefully removes her hand and I have to say that I’m impressed and that’s not easy to do.
“This might be the first time I’ve ever been turned down. I’m not sure how to take that, but you have gone above and beyond. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this evening, but I was fully prepared to take it to the next level. You might be one of the last good ones,” She praises and I can tell she has designs on making tonight something to remember.
“There’s no room in my life for the drama of getting involved with somebody. I have no problem finding women. I don’t have to resort to these childish antics. You deserve respect and you should never go against your principles.” The meal arrived and I had to say his palate was refined.
It was almost better than sex, but I didn’t have any reference. Being a virgin at my age is unheard of. I could easily see being with Tyson in the Biblical s
ense doing things that would be illegal in some states.
The banter was easy and I found myself watching intently to see him in his element. Tyson is more than my boss. He’s showing himself to be a man of discipline. How he could possibly refuse her is beyond me.
We ended the evening and stood at the curb with Sheila getting into a taxi with a big smile on her face. She is destined for big things. I could only hope she would continue to fight the stereotype of the casting couch. It’s not going to be easy, but she’s strong enough to weather the leering gazes of men thinking that they can have something they shouldn’t.
I turn to say something but find myself in a lip lock. I stare at him in disbelief, but the passion behind the kiss is too hard to resist. I believe it had something to do with the abundance of alcohol he had consumed.
His tongue is in my mouth and I feel him igniting my libido. I sink into it, wallowing in the pleasure he inflicts with his hand slowly moving down until he has me up against him.
I finally broke free of his embrace long enough to slap him hard enough to get his attention. It would be easy to let him control me, driving me wild until there is nothing left but the mere presence of him next to me after putting a smile on both of our faces.
He literally laughs and makes it seem like it’s no big deal. The valet brings his car and he doesn’t offer to drive me home. I stand there like an idiot wondering how he is going to react the next day.
I’m going to find out if what I did to reject him is going to ruin everything. I almost forgot the woman I was for the chance to be with him.
It would be wrong, but I knew it would feel right in so many ways. I touch my lips and I can still feel him there like a phantom putting ideas into my head. These are not ideas I would normally have in the workplace, but I feel completely under his spell unable to break free of what could’ve been.
Chapter 4
