by Claire Angel
It’s wicked and I’m sure they have said a few words behind my back not complimentary. I’ve heard bitch said under their breath when I rebuff their advances.
I grip the seat when the plane takes off. I’m not what you would call a comfortable flyer. Fear doesn’t cripple me in some areas of my life. I push through to the other side fighting the natural urge to run in the opposite direction. The demons of my past have made me the woman I am today. I won’t shy away from the unknown, but sex has been a subject of some debate lately.
“I’m glad you could join me. This annual trip is something I look forward to every year. It’s never the same. I feel like a kid in a candy store. Networking is the lifeblood of any talent agency. They converge from all over the globe for the chance to mingle with the best in the business. I sent you a portfolio of those attending and I would like you to acquaint yourself with them,” Tyson suggests with his fingers a blur on the keyboard and he doesn’t seem to be looking at the screen.
It’s almost second nature.
His suit is immaculate in charcoal grey perfectly tailored to his physical dominance. There’s no easy way to admit my fascination for being taken to new heights of pleasure. I have a feeling I would like him a lot better with his clothes off completely at the mercy of my eager and hungry eyes.
It’s never something I’m going to say and I bite my lip to prevent myself from encouraging his bad behaviour.
There’s a stocked bar and I have a dirty martini in front of me with a telltale green olive swirling around the glass getting ready to be plucked into my mouth. It is strong and gives me some much needed liquid courage to sit idly by and watch him struggle with what to say.
“I’m way ahead of you. I’ve been doing my due diligence on those attending to get a better feel for who they are in their personal life. They will, no doubt, be surrounded by their best and the brightest in their talent pool. I’m not sure I agree with your choice of talents to join us.” I’m referring to Raven who sleeps soundly without stirring from his seat in the back.
There is an empty bottle of wine clutched in his fist. I have this sinking suspicion he’s not going to be in any shape to party. I suspect he’s drowning his sorrows. It probably has something to do with a woman.
“I know it might not seem like it, but I always know what I’m doing. Raven and his daughter have the same blood running through their veins. They want the same thing when it comes to fame and notoriety. They have the gift and you know exactly what I’m talking about,” He hints saying nothing and everything at the same time.
“Raven is a proven commodity and his name will open up a lot of doors for his daughter. You would never take a chance on somebody green unless they had something to offer. Her last name is cash money. Any producer in their right mind wouldn’t think twice about signing her to lucrative deal sight unseen,” I reveal and I turn to see Tyson is quite surprised by how easily I have ascertained his intentions.
He shrugs and goes back to his work reading up on those big names in the industry. I have my own research and I know where to look to find the skeletons in somebody’s closet. It’s all about leverage. The game is always afoot and I have to be on my toes at any given time.
It’s tedious and exhausting, but it gives me ample opportunity to delve into something without thinking about how easy it would be to crash into the ocean below. It’s a long trip, but I won’t resort to pharmaceutical aid.
We reach for the same glass and our fingers touch with this electricity in the air. I was looking to kill the pain of my irrational nerves when it came to flying. We stare at each other.
I want to kiss him, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It will only send the wrong message.
“Go ahead and I can easily get another one. You are very good at hiding it, but I can tell you are afraid of flying. It’s actually quite safe, but I won’t make light of your fear. Try to relax and take a few deep breaths through your nose and out through your mouth,” He implores and takes my hand to watch me intently like a concerned parent.
He actually earns a few brownie points. I want to avoid all the confusion by getting involved with him. I can’t give him an inch without him taking a mile. The road is fraught with obstacles and unseen hurdles which might throw me into his arms.
I find a reason to hope and I fantasize about the possibility of doing more than work in Japan. My love life might be a dismal disappointment but my fantasy life is alive and well. It’s quite active and demanding.
I don’t know what came over me. Wearing the blood red leather skirt with nothing on underneath is a departure for me. I anxiously wait for the moment where he bends to retrieve something from the floor and spies my naked mound glistening with anticipation.
Tyson is constantly playing with this engraved silver pen moving it back and forth from one finger to another. It’s a dangerous proposition and I bite my tongue screaming inside my head to stay the course.
One week alone with him is going to get me one step closer to doing what my body is begging for.
“I wish I could be calm like you. I feel like I’m jumping out of my skin. The only way to make it bearable is by drinking and doing some work. It doesn’t help how you constantly undress me with your eyes. You can feign innocence, but I can tell what you are thinking. I don’t like it. The only way you’re going to get anywhere close to me is by getting me drunk and dragging me back to your room under the influence,” I said not meaning to give him ideas.
I can see how his mind is running through the possibilities. God help me, but I think he’s actually considering using liquor to lower my inhibitions. I don’t want to believe this man has become irresistible, but I’m having trouble fighting the natural impulse to let him play my body like a musical instrument.
I’m searching for the story untold, but I don’t see him as the main character within those hidden pages. He doesn’t exhibit the traits I’m looking for in a man. There’s nothing genuine about him and his only redeeming quality is his body. I can think of a few things to occupy my time during the flight which involves far less constricting clothing.
I sometimes find myself drifting in and out of my fantasy consciousness. I can easily envision being taken on the airplane floor with my high heels pointing towards the ceiling. It’s not a good time for me to get into a relationship that is strictly physical. I know his reputation with the ladies and I’m not the least bit impressed.
It doesn’t stop me from thinking about him outside of the office in various states of undress. I want him to be the perfect man with a sensitive soul and a sex drive to keep me coming back for more.
I can’t help to be attracted to him. He exudes this animal magnetism hard to ignore. It follows him like a dark cloud shrouding him in mystery to pique my curiosity.
“We can’t keep going like this without addressing what we are both thinking. I know this might sound out of line and I certainly don’t want you to take it the wrong way. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I would never consider doing anything unless you were willing to give me the green light. I’m certainly not going to take advantage of you even if you do drink a little too much. You have my word that I will protect you from the vultures circling around looking for their next conquest,” He declares and I feel his words are from the heart.
“That’s all well and good, but who is protecting me from you?” I ask not really expecting an honest answer out of a man who has made his life out of lies and misdirection.
“I will be on my best behaviour unless you tell me otherwise. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention what happens in Japan stays in Japan. I don’t know what you have in store for this trip, but I hope you find time to enjoy the culture. It is steeped in tradition and something you should experience to believe,” He advises and opens up a Japanese tourist map with me perusing the contents by leaning forward to get a closer look.
I shift, trying to find a comfortable position and failing miserably. I don�
�t want to have feelings for him, but my heart screams out from the darkness of my soul. It’s whispering encouraging words of wisdom.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Having you as a guide will help to navigate those pitfalls other tourists fall into. This shouldn’t give you any ideas. This is business and has nothing to do with personal. You can delude yourself into thinking that I will eventually fall victim to your charms, but it won’t happen. I know how you can’t seem to take no for an answer and it becomes a challenge to your manhood. What you see in front of you is off limits,” I said, turning away from him to avoid the temptation of wanting to rip off his suit until he is exposed and ready to pursue frivolous moments of pleasure.
“I can give you what you want. A moment of complete bliss is right here within your reach. You’ve been waiting this long and I don’t want your first time to be a disappointment. I can be very giving.” He flutters his tongue obscenely, but it does make me think. “I’m sure I don’t have to paint you a picture of what I mean.” His words brought forth this image of the two of us tangled in the sheets for hours until the crack of dawn.
“You just don’t know how to take a hint.”
“I don’t see how that can be a surprise. Mark my words the time will come when you will want somebody with experience. This could be the start of your own personal sexual revolution. I’ve been known in the past to covet thy neighbour’s wife. I will decline from making any unwanted advances on any other woman, but you have to give me an inkling of hope.” He drops his pen and retrieves it with this evil little glint in his eyes obviously suspecting what I was hiding under my skirt.
I don’t want him to think this is for him, but he already does. There’s no taking it back.
Chapter 10
Tyson
Business is what I live for, but there’s always room for a potential conquest with more to offer than the average woman. The plane trip was quite eventful and I had made my motives quite clear. There’s nothing more rewarding than the first time I strip a woman slowly with careful and deliberate hands.
They tremble and watch me intently hungering for the moment I stand back to admire my handiwork. The insatiable need to see them on their knees is for my pleasure. They need to understand the person wearing the pants is me. It’s not the other way around. I have this feeling Michelle likes to have the control.
Working for it has never been an issue. A couple of drinks and a few well-chosen whispered words of encouragement and they would follow me to my room.
It’s frustrating to see Michelle deny herself what she really wants. I want desperately to take her on the magic carpet of pleasure to dizzying heights.
The night is young and there’s a party in the honour for those who are attending. I request Michelle wear something scandalous to get their undivided attention from the moment we enter the room.
She opens the door and I’m not easily floored, but she is easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My tongue metaphorically drags on the floor in appreciation of her efforts. She motions me to come in and I don’t hesitate, hoping this is going to lead to an hour of mattress tag.
“I’m just putting on the finishing touches. Can I trust you to zip me up? I know it’s a loaded question. I am taking the risk of putting myself in your capable hands. You can call this a test if that makes you feel any better. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you said, but I’m not ready to give you an answer.” She’s stunning and I don’t have to read her mind to know what she’s thinking.
I can easily make her room into a secret rendezvous. She’s the perfect example of a hot-blooded woman with a fever to do something unexpected. If I could make it feel good then maybe she would stay all night and let me explore her body from the top of her head down to her toes. I just have to wait for the sign and I will be ready to call her bluff.
“Don’t say that unless you really mean it. I feel this heat inside of me begging to get out. You can easily relieve me of the frustration. It’s entirely up to you and you have the power. This is a strange land and what we do here can remain our dirty little secret. We don’t even have to discuss it when we get back to the states.” I’m trying to quell her doubts, but it’s going to take more than words.
My fingers are shaking when she turns and I grab onto the zipper. It starts moving up, hiding the curvature of her back and the swell of her heart-shaped ass. I want to kiss each piece of exposed skin to inflict a pleasure she can’t do without.
She glances over her shoulder smiling thinking that her assumptions about me are correct. I have to show her a better man of principle and morality.
I don’t know what she thinks about her situation and the complication of being with me in an enclosed space. I can easily have my way with her and she might profess, but her body will give in willingly.
“You really don’t know how to give up. Some women might find that tenacity cute, but I’m not one of them. Persistence isn’t going to wear me down. No matter what you think to the contrary,” She insists, but I discover her lower lip quivering giving me a brief window of opportunity.
The red dress is like silk and I can’t help to crave the moment where I pull the zipper down the opposite way. To see it float aimlessly to the floor leaving her vulnerable is what makes me speechless. It’s merely a thought, but could easily turn into reality under the right circumstances.
The view from her window is of the city lights. It seems Japan is much like New York. It never sleeps. After 10:00 PM people venture out looking for a good time and find it in a number of different places. Karaoke is seen as Japan’s national pastime when the lights go down.
“I might have to retire early tonight. Jet lag gets the best of me. You’re more than welcome to stay at the party after I leave. I’m not foolish to think you can’t fend for yourself. You’re quite strong and capable. If I gave you any other impression then I apologize profusely.” I put my hand on her back leading her out of the door with my libido on high alert.
We walk down to the elevator with the blinking green light informing us of its ascension.
I take a careful look at the dress. The red colour brings out the raging bull in me. My hard cock is prominent and displayed quite nicely in the outline of my pants. Stiff and ready for action is the only way to describe the pumping presence. I would normally cast doubt in the female mind, keeping them at a distance to lend credence to the mystery surrounding me, but my attention is on the woman I came with.
The elevator arrives and the glass enclosure gives us a bird’s eye view of everything around us. The cars are moving steadily in the streets with pedestrians walking to and fro from whatever destination they have in mind. We aren’t going any further than the ballroom in the hotel where we have gathered to network.
I’m glad to have the company and the boredom of these events can weigh heavily on my mind. She looks inviting and her youthful enthusiasm is more than enough to give me nasty ideas not fit for print.
I can make it hurt so good and please her in ways no man could ever dream of. It would be my pleasure to make myself the measuring stick. Love is a four-letter word, but sex didn’t have to involve feelings to feel good. It’s all about chemistry and I feel Michelle can certainly live up to my lofty expectations.
“We’ve been on the go from the moment we landed with not a breather in sight. My introduction to sushi was a raving success during dinner. There’s no reason for me not to try different things while I am here in the pearl of the Orient,” She stammers while running her finger around the crimson shape of her mouth.
I don’t believe for one single solitary second I’m wasting my time. She’s lonesome and fighting me is going to become old quickly. She’ll want to see what I have to offer, but I’m not going to do anything to scare away the frightened bird.
“That’s precisely the reason why I suggested you get a nap in before we go down to the ballroom. You might be young, but these trips can take a tol
l on anybody. Amazingly, this week is about freedom, but there are those who bring their significant other afraid of what might happen if they don’t come along for the ride,” I assert with my statement of fact catching her by surprise.
“Mistakes have been made in the past and the water cooler gossip about this annual party has taken on a life of its own. It’s a legend and I find myself curious to see if the rumours are true. Some of the stories have to be embellished.” She takes my arm when we exit the elevator going down the hallway until we enter the fray.
Everybody is dressed to impress and I can tell the games have begun. They circle and wait for their opportunity to insert themselves into the conversation.
The men are subtle, but the women are blatant with giggles of persuasion to make any man melt. They target those who are alone and begin their campaign to learn those secrets after a night of debauchery.
It’s called pillow talk and these girls are very good at the job they have been enlisted for. They are the soldiers on the front lines vying for attention using what God gave them in abundance. Michelle didn’t need to know it, but her presence is to distract. The short dress does that easily with a disarming smile to go along with the package.
Michelle immediately gravitates to those who are looking at her with more than a little interest. I stand in awe by the way she works the room.
She knows how to laugh at their jokes and to touch them innocently enough to garner their attention. She easily immerses herself into whatever conversation is going on with a keen eye for detail and a steel trap when it comes to innocuous information.
I admire her from afar and I become a fly on the wall.
There’s no reason for me to do anything and she is already doing most of the work relentless in her approach. Michelle might be pure and innocent, but she doesn’t portray herself that way. She appears worldly, advanced for her young years and she gives those guys around her something more to think about than business.
