“You know,” Courtney started in on me as soon as the door was closed and we were safely inside the vehicle, “you could be a little nicer to her. She is your mother and only wants the best for you. On the other hand, it is now more obvious to me than ever where you get your tenacious nature from. You, my friend, are a spitting image of Ms. Ruth Goldstein. The only thing missing is endless amounts of cash,” she threw her head back and laughed. I shot her the dirtiest look possible, which only caused her to laugh harder. Deep inside I knew she was right, we all end up housing some part of our parents within ourselves. That part of life is inevitable and unavoidable. When she finally settled a little bit, she turned the key in the ignition and headed in the direction of home.
I was glad that Courtney was driving because it gave me time to think. Not having to concentrate on the road or the endless sea of cars in front of us, I could simply stare out the window and process what had just happened. Never in the farthest reach of my mind did I imagine my mother would finally relent. She actually said out loud, and in front of people, that she was proud of me. That was the moment that was on instant replay in the back of my mind. For years, she had ridiculed me for having such a ridiculous notion that I could possibly end up at a top of the line magazine. She had all but taken my dream out to pasture and put it out of its misery long ago and I was giddier than a school girl to know that I had finally proven her wrong. Telling me she was proud of me was her way of performing the ultimate surrender and I was still higher than a kite as we worked our way toward our small apartment on the opposite end of the valley.
When we finally arrived back home, I practically skipped down the sidewalk and up the stairs. Courtney kept rolling her eyes at me and was likely starting to grow tired of my obvious gloating. She knew how exciting it was to have finally achieved something I thought I never could, my mother’s approval, but it was quite clear that I was pushing my celebratory actions past the acceptable limit. I ignored her gestures of annoyance, of course, and carried on despite her actions.
We settled in for the evening, it was going to be a long night for me as I was full of energy that had me almost bouncing off the walls. In attempt to distract me from my excitement, Courtney turned on the television and logged into her NetFlix account. She found the show we had been binge watching lately and cued up the next episode. I tried desperately to concentrate on what was happening but found it difficult to stuff the exhilaration I felt back down inside. It was bubbling up and spilling out over the top. I for one, felt like I was on top of the world and things could only get better. With my best friend at my side, I was sure I would soon be everything I ever wanted and more. I only hoped that I would not do something stupid to screw it up eventually.
Chapter 8
Reighn
It was an event I was actually looking forward to. My agent had informed me that the Threads, Inc. annual banquet was coming up that Saturday and she had RSVP’d for both of us. The week dragged on slowly as I participated in two more photo shoots: one at the Threads headquarters and one on-site. They had decided the new line of sportswear should be displayed outdoors and had reserved the entire East side of the Santa Fe Dam Recreational Area in Irwindale. It was a great location since it had decent shade, a body of water and was off the beaten path so we would not necessarily be subjected to interruptions by passers-by or starry-eyed fangirls ready to pounce on me as soon as they caught a glimpse.
I never minded the fans hanging around. That always meant I would get to take some random piece of tail home to do my bidding. Girls practically fell all over themselves, scrambling and clawing at each other, to be the first in line to get my autograph and a chance to take a selfie with me. Later, I would pick and choose which one, or which ones I would take home for the night and that would be the cherry on top of a wonderfully productive day. Sometimes I would just take them to the nearest and most convenient place to screw their brains out too. I just depended on my mood, the circumstances and how I felt at the exact point in time when I was approached by one of them.
Once the camera flashes ceased, I was off to take me leave, perusing the crowd of ladies that still lingered in the distance. Honing-in on a cute blonde with a tight, little ass, I made a B-line to where she stood. When she saw me approaching, she smiled widely, her teeth gleaming in the sunlight and her eyes twinkled with excitement. I didn’t say a word to her. I simply grabbed her hand and pulled her off in the direction of my limousine. She followed without hesitation and I could hear several voices grumbling in protest as we made our way to the parking lot.
We ducked inside the limo quickly and I made quick work of removing the sundress she wore. Slipping it up and over her head, I was delighted to discover that she was not wearing a bra. One less thing to remove in order to get her naked. I pulled her up onto my lap and took one of her already hard nipples into my mouth. Biting down on the tight bud, I slid my hand up her inner thigh and found her heated core. It was already almost soaking wet, begging for my touch when I moved her panties to the side and started to stroke her clit with my fingers.
After several minutes of teasing her slit with my hands, I grasped the edge of her panties in my hand and gave them a quick tug, tearing them free and exposing her pussy to me. I smiled wickedly as she opened her thighs wider for me, allowing me a better view. Her folds were swollen and pink, glistening with fluids and begging for me to plunge inside. I wasted no time. Lifting my hips up as I unfastened the fly on my jeans, I pulled them down and shoved them to the floor with one foot as I pulled my cock free. My lips found her neck as I licked and bit down on her flesh. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time and my cock responded by jumping up to full attention when she reached down and folded it into her hand.
Easing her off my lap and onto the floor between my legs, I held my phallus up for her and encouraged her to lean forward and take it into her mouth. She obliged without saying a word. Her mouth was even better than I had imagined. Her tongue danced around the length of my shaft as she took me deeper into her throat. When she pulled back, she swirled her tongue around the tip and pushed it into the tiny hole at the end. I drew in a sharp breath and let it out slowly as I let my head fall back onto the headrest. Whoever she was, she really could suck a mean dick.
I pulled her up from her position when I felt my cock start to twitch. Having caught a glimpse of her tight pussy earlier, I was more than ready to sink myself into her depths. Leaning over to the far side of the limo, I opened a small compartment on the door and pulled a small packet free. Tearing it open and unrolling the latex down my shaft, I turned my attention quickly back to the girl on the floor in front of me. She looked at me with a deep longing, regarding me from behind hooded eyes. When I finished my task and pulled her up and onto my lap, she spread her legs wider and lowered herself slowly onto my awaiting erection.
She was as tight as she appeared, and I groaned loudly to the ceiling as her pussy clenched around my cock once I was completely inside her. I used my hands to guide her movements, pulling her up and then pushing her back down onto my cock. She rode me hard, tilting her pelvis forward with each stroke to allow better access to her depths. I could feel her thighs begin to quiver and she grasped desperately at my shoulders, clawing her way up toward her own climax. Her nails dug into my shoulders when she came, a pool of hot liquid coating my lap as she continued to pleasure herself on my shaft. The walls of her cunt squeezed in a fury and I could no longer resist.
I pulled her off my lap and spun her around quickly. She faced out the back window, her hands holding tightly to the head rests as I spread her thighs apart and entered her again from behind. She pushed her pussy toward me, arching her back and giving me the angle, I needed to thrust inside repeatedly. Crying out in ecstasy, she came again, her sounds of pleasure only serving to encourage me to go deeper and harder. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and used it for leverage as I thrust inside her several more times before finding my own release.
“Those were my favorite pair, just so you know,” she pretended to be angry with me. At least I thought she was pretending. She had just fucked Reighn Abrams and would have an awesome story to tell her jealous girlfriends at their next girls’ night out, so I figured she could not possibly be that angry at me. Instead of returning her banter, I simply shrugged my shoulders again and reached for the door handle. When I pulled the handle and pushed the door open, I gestured for her to step out of the limousine. I never even asked for her name.
“Well, that was sure a good time,” I offered her a sly smile as she huffed and pushed past me out the door. Instead of waiting for her to say something, I practically shut the door in her face once she was safely outside and secured the locks. I almost laughed out loud at the horrified look on her face when she realized she had just been used and then immediately kicked to the curb. She finally turned and sauntered off, her shoulder slumped forward with disappointment as she made her way across the parking lot toward a group of women who stood idly by waiting for her.
Straightening myself up, I discarded the used condom into a small trash bag before pulling my pants and boxer briefs up my legs and slipping my shirt back over my head. I would have gotten out of the limo to stretch, but the ladies were still vulturing nearby and I had no intention of engaging any of them further. Besides, I had just banged their friend and then discarded her like a used tissue and they couldn’t possibly be happy with that. I watched slightly amused as I watched the blonde’s animated speech as she likely described what just went on inside the limo with me. Occasionally, she would look back over her shoulder in my direction as she continued to speak. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when they finally dissipated, leaving only a few stragglers behind.
The rest of my day flew by. Before I knew it, I was being chauffeured back to my condo. When we arrived, and the driver pulled along side the curb, I was more than ready to take a long, hot shower and fall into bed. Something about the outdoor photo sessions always made me tired. I assumed it was the sun and not the random slut I had taken back to the limo, but I could have been mistaken. Thanking the driver as he opened the door for me, I slipped past him and made my way toward the building. Once I was safely inside, I locked the door behind me and went straight to the kitchen. My activities had me starving to death and I definitely needed some sustenance.
When the night of the banquet finally arrived, I was quite relieved. The week seemed to drag on forever as I anticipated the upcoming event and it frustrated me to no end that I could do nothing to make it go any faster. Nothing but fill my time with filling random girls with my impressive cock that is. It was just another day at the office to me though. I had started to feel like conquering women and using them for my own needs was just another part of my life. Unfortunately, that took some of the thrill out of it, but not enough to deter me from continuing my debaucherous behavior.
I had spared no expense on my tuxedo. Since the banquet was a black-tie affair, that meant a tux and despite all of the other things that were in my closet, that was one item I did not own. It was easier to just rend the garment and return it to be cleaned and used by someone else later. Occasions or events where a tuxedo was necessary were not something that I frequented so I had little use for one of my own. When I looked in the mirror after I had finished putting the tux on, I could not help but smile at myself. I looked awesome every day, no matter what I was wearing, but when I dawned a tuxedo, I was definitely a sight to behold.
My driver texted me to let me know he was waiting downstairs to take me to the banquet. I confirmed and let him know I was almost ready and would be down shortly. Making sure that I looked top drawer once more before turning from the mirror and exiting my bedroom, I felt like I was on top of the world and ready to rule the evening. When I exited the building, a cool breeze greeted me as I walked swiftly toward the limousine. The driver nodded as I approached and opened the door wide for me to get inside.
Traffic went easy on us as we wound our way through the streets of Downtown Los Angeles and in the direction of Threads, Inc. The magazine occupied two full floors of the high rise it was located in and they often used the second floor to put on lavish events, such as the annual banquet and a number of charity events throughout the year. My driver eased up to the curb and a tall lanky gentleman approached the door. Instead of my driver having to get out and open my door, then get back in and move the limo, they had hired butlers to do that part, so the drivers could simply drop off and get the hell out of the way for the next arrival.
Exiting the vehicle, I looked straight up toward the top of the building. Lights were on at random intervals on every floor but, for the most part, the building seemed dark and uninhabited. With the exception of the fourteenth floor. It was actually the thirteenth floor, but for superstitious reasons, high-rise buildings never had a thirteenth floor. That floor was entirely lit up. I breathed in a deep, lung-full of air and let it out slowly, puffing my chest up as I did so. Stepping away from the curb, I walked toward the building.
I had anticipated a huge crowd and was not disappointed. When the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, I was greeted almost immediately by a set of sexy women, one of whom checked me in, indicating on the list in front of her that I had arrived. The other ushered me inside and showed me toward the front of the room where a table with a sign that declared it was reserved sat. She smiled at me before quickly walking off in the direction we had come. I sat down at the table alone and glanced around the space.
The entire area had been transformed to make those in attendance feel like they were in outer space. It was quite clear what the theme for the evening was. As I sat there and took in my surroundings, Salley appeared at my side. She smiled at me and waved as she had approached and found her way toward our table. Taking a seat next to me, Ms. Chase immediately started talking shop. I held up my hand and indicated for her to stop immediately.
“Hey Salley, can you give it a rest for once? We are here to have a good time, not to keep working. I am sure that whatever it is you have to say can wait until another day,” I offered her a half-ass, very sarcastic smile as I burst her bubble. She lowered her gaze and stared at me intently for several seconds before taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a huff. I imagined her crossing her arms across her ample chest and stomping her foot on the ground like an impetuous child. The thought almost had me laughing out loud, but I thought better of it and let my eyes travel around the room once again.
When I saw her walk through the doorway, I was instantly distracted from anything else going on around me. I did not recognize her entirely, but she did look vaguely familiar. Searching my mind in attempt to identify her, I came up with nothing. She had to be a new employee or guest of someone in attendance. I drank in her every detail as my eyes traveled the length of her body. The woman looked around timidly as if she didn’t know if she was in the right place for several minutes before venturing farther into the room. I watched as she looked around the space, her eyes falling onto mine for a split second, before moving on. A nervous smile played on her lips when it appeared as if she found someone she recognized and quickly made her way toward them.
I could not help but stare at her as she walked over and greeted Sandra Fieldman, one of Regina Shultz’s assistants. Her long, slender legs disap
peared underneath the hem of a flowing skirt that swirled around lightly as she turned to lower herself into the seat next to Sandra. When she plopped down in the chair, her breasts bounced up noticeably before falling back down to their original position. Part of me hoped that her movement would cause them to pop up and out of the top of her gown, exposing what I just knew were soft mounds of deliciousness topped with tiny, tight buds that I could just suck on all day. The girl chatted on with Sandra as if nothing was amiss, her eyes occasionally finding mine before shifting nervously in her seat and tearing her gaze away from me. I continued to stare. I could not help myself.
Someone new in the office to toy with, that always struck my fancy. I did not frequently hang out with the line staff, but I felt I could definitely make an exception for her, whoever she was. Although I attempted to stop staring at her delectable form, I was unable. For whatever reason, I was fixated on her and I had yet to even grace her with my presence. As soon as we were released again to mull about and socialize, I decided that I needed to talk to her. For the time being, however, it seemed the festivities were about to be underway.
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