by Ana Vela
“What’ll you have?” the waitress asked. Anastasia ordered her usual, burger with fries. She could never eat the whole thing, but if Victoria was here, they could split it. If not, she’d take the rest home for later.
Brady sat across from her. She made sure to brush his ankle with the tip of her high heel every once in awhile as they chatted. Someone pressed into the booth beside her and she glanced up into Serge’s dark eyes.
“Anastasia.” He gave her a short nod. It turned out that if Serge couldn’t say anything sarcastic and mean, he didn’t have much to say at all.
She gave him a big smile. “Hey, Serge! I heard you’re up on 17 today. That’s great.”
17 was Victoria’s floor. Other people worked there of course, including Mr. Boylan, the junior partner who was Victoria’s direct boss. But the important part was that Victoria was there, and was keeping an eye on Serge. Serge’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he smiled.
“It was great. That Victoria... she’s something else, isn’t she?”
Below the line of the table, where only she could see, Serge cupped the bulge in the front of his slacks. If he meant to embarrass or surprise her, he was out of luck. Victoria had said if the opportunity arose she’d suck a little of the nastiness out of Serge. Anastasia smirked. “She is. You have no idea.”
He blinked in surprise. “What--” Anastasia squeezed his leg, high up on the thigh.
“Excuse me, Serge. I have to go to the ladies’ room.” He slid out of the booth, looking slightly dazed. Anastasia swallowed the giggle that wanted to erupt and hurried toward the back of the restaurant.
Once again, Victoria had been right. Throw Serge a little innuendo and he fumbled the ball. She couldn’t wait to hear about his and Victoria’s encounter later tonight. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. Both of her roommate’s delicious story and her wicked tongue.
She pushed through the bathroom door, somewhat disappointed to find it empty. Anastasia couldn’t believe it had been only a month since she’d watched from behind a stall door as Victoria got fucked in the ass right in this restroom. So much had changed for her since then.
Anastasia didn’t really need to use the facilities. She’d just wanted to throw Serge off balance by walking away from him. But now, here she was, pussy moist and with a few minutes to kill. She slid into one of the stalls and locked the door, reaching up beneath her skirt to slide two fingers beneath her panties. Her slick lips parted easily beneath her probing digits. Anastasia bit her lip, rubbing her thumb over her stiff clit while she plunged two fingers deep into her hot, slippery channel.
Her other hand plucked open one button on her blouse and darted inside to squeeze and knead her breasts. She tugged her nipples mercilessly, sending jagged spikes of pleasure down into her womb. It only took her a minute or two to bring herself to clenching, gasping orgasm as she feverishly worked her nipples and clit.
There, that would take the edge off. She straightened her clothes, rinsed her hands, and stepped out into the hall. And directly into the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. He towered over her, reaching at least 6’4. His golden hair was slicked back from a smooth forehead. His eyes were a bright sea green beneath thick brows. His nose was straight and strong, his cheekbones high and sculpted. And his mouth. God, his mouth!
It was full and firm and wide. It was a mouth made for kissing. Anastasia swallowed hard. That was just his face! His body was well muscled, but not bulky. Wide at the shoulder but narrow at the hip with long, lean legs. He had a swimmer’s build. He was mouth-watering.
“Whoa there!” He chuckled, catching her elbows as she bounced off his hard chest. Anastasia shivered. His hands were big with long, blunt tipped fingers. His grip was strong. The orgasm she’d just had evaporated from her body’s memory and she was instantly wet and throbbing again.
“Sorry. I didn’t look where I was going.”
His smile was a little crooked and a lot devastating. “Well then, let me.” He held her slightly away from him and perused her slowly from the top of her head to the tips of her spiked heels. “And who,” he said with a raised eyebrow, “are you?”
“I’m Anastasia. I’m an intern at E, E, and K.” She looked up at him from under her lashes, biting her lip. She saw the shrewd light in his eyes as he narrowed in on her look.
“Anastasia. I’m Bryce. I work in Market Research. At E, E, and K.” His grin was pure deviltry. He let go of her arms and pressed a hand against the small of her back, leading her toward their table. “Now tell me, how have I not gotten to know you yet?”
“I’ve only been there a month.”
Those sinful lips curled in pleasure. Anastasia’s pussy moistened in response. Bryce was sexy as hell. “That explains it. I guess I have to make more of an effort to keep up-to-date on new hires.”
The heat of his palm seeped through her blouse. The main room was crowded and in the throng, Bryce’s hand slipped down to briefly cup her ass. The caress was fleeting, easily written off as accidental in the close confines. But she didn’t think so. “Do you plan to get to know all the new interns?”
“Only the gorgeous ones.” He winked, then raised his hand and waved at someone across the room. “Well, Anastasia the intern. I have someone waiting for me. I will definitely see you around though. Do you go out for drinks with the after work crowd?”
She normally didn’t, not being much of a drinker. But if it meant she’d see the delectable Bryce again... “I do sometimes.”
“Well, maybe I’ll see you there.” He gave her another wink and was gone into the crowd. When she reached the table, Serge was sitting in her seat at the far end of the booth so she just slid in beside him.
“You should watch out for that guy.” Serge shot the spot where Bryce had disappeared into the throng of lunch-goers a dark look.
Anastasia frowned. “Why? He seemed nice.”
“Of course he was,” snorted Angie, who worked in Financial Analysis. “You’re a pretty young girl.”
“So?” Anastasia flushed a little at the compliment though. She still wasn’t used to people being so open about whether or not they thought she was attractive.
Brady touched her elbow, his eyes dark with worry. “So, Bryce McCormick has a reputation at E, E, and K, Ana. A really bad one.”
She pursed her lips, frowning. Bryce had seemed nice, and yet even Serge seemed to think she should be careful of him. “Why though? What does he do?”
Angie toyed with her fork, mouth tight. “Every time there’s a new girl, whatever department, he starts flirting and lures them in with his underwear model looks. They think they’re dating, but Bryce has at least a dozen girlfriend at a time, from what I hear. Anyway, once he sleeps with them, he dumps them.”
“That’s not all,” Serge added, dark eyes intent on Anastasia’s face. “He gets them to send him naked photos and shows them around. Or he tells everyone details of their sex life.”
“All the women at E, E, and K who’ve slept with Bryce have regretted it.” Angie speared a piece of lettuce. “All of them.”
Clearly, Angie was one of those women. Anastasia couldn’t help but wondering if Victoria was too. Her adventurous roommate didn’t seem to regret anything. She’d have to ask her later.
***
“Bryce McCormick? No. Never.” Victoria shrugged, painting another toenail sherbet orange.
Anastasia studied her own carnation pink toes. “Why not? He’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous. You both apparently like to mix business with pleasure.” That was how Victoria referred to having sex with co-workers.
“Bryce is attracted to the innocent, shy types.” Victoria grinned. Anastasia chuckled.
“And you are anything but.”
Victoria blew on her freshly painted toes. “You got it, baby. By the time Bryce got hired at E, E, and K, I was well on my way to being the girl you see before you today.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never done anything with him. He’s smoking hot.”
“What?” Anastasia’s brows shot up. That was a surprise. “You’re everybody’s type.”
Victoria grabbed Anastasia’s foot and pulled it toward her, blowing gently on her toes. “That’s sweet, Ana. But not true. Angie wasn’t kidding though, he’s made it miserable there for more than a few women.” She massaged Anastasia’s instep. “Watch out for him.”
Anastasia spread her legs, lips curling up at the corners as Victoria’s pretty toes began stroking her inner thigh. “I will. I promise.”
Victoria grinned, pressing her open mouth to Anastasia’s ankle. The redhead’s tongue traced delicate patterns against the thin skin there. “Good. Now, I’ve had my fill of cock for the day. What I want is a mouthful of your sweet little peach, Ana.”
“What? This?” Anastasia giggled, lifting the hem of her night shirt to bare her pussy. Neither one of them bothered wearing panties around the apartment anymore. Anastasia’s cunt lips were already glistening with moisture. Victoria’s soft lips slid up to her knee.
Anastasia scooted down on the couch, grey eyes dancing as she watched Victoria’s tongue come out to flick into the crease of her bent knee. The brunette reached down to run her finger’s through the older woman’s bright red hair, urging her smiling mouth closer to her tingling sex. Victoria chuckled. “When I remember how shy you were when we first met! And yet, here you are now, spreading your legs for me and encouraging me to lick your pussy. Which is sopping, by the way.”
Victoria ran a single finger between Anastasia’s pussy lips, spreading the slick moisture up over the swollen bud of Anastasia’s clit. Anastasia gasped, raising her hips to chase the fleeting touch. “Because of you.”
“Which is? The wanton behavior, or the wet cunt?” The redhead repeated the gesture with her finger in the opposite direction, rubbing her mouth against Anastasia’s silken inner thigh.
“Both!” Anastasia moaned and tightened her fingers in Victoria’s hair. Victoria stuck out her tongue and lapped at the jointure of Anastasia’s leg and pelvis. She trailed her tongue up, over, and around the younger woman’s mound, back down the crease of her leg on the other side.
She avoided Anastasia’s creamy slit completely. “How nice to know I’ve had an impact.” Victoria chuckled.
Anastasia lifted her hips, spreading her knees to open the folds of her cunt to the heated puff of Victoria’s breath. “Ellie, please! Lick me!” Anastasia pulled up her night shirt with her right hand, baring the smooth expanse of her belly and the soft mound of her breasts. The crests were already stiff and aching.
Anastasia plucked at them, rolling the taut buds between her fingers as Victoria ran the flat of her tongue up Anastasia’s wet cleft. When she reached the top, Victoria wormed her tongue between Anastasia’s lips to circle her sensitive clit. “Mmmm,” Victoria moaned, smacking her lips. “I don’t know if this is all for me. Are you sure it has nothing to do with the dashing Bryce McCormick?”
When Anastasia groaned in reply, Victoria laughed. “That’s what I thought. He is quite a delicious specimen, isn’t he?” Victoria slid two fingers up and down Anastasia’s slit, coating them in the brunette’s copious fluids, before slipping them down to probe at Anastasia’s tight sphincter.
“Noooo,” Anastasia moaned. Victoria froze.
“No, stop, or no, he’s not? Because either way, I think you’re lying.” She rubbed her fingers in circles around the crinkled pucker.
Anastasia’s hips twitched. The feel of Victoria’s soft fingers teasing her back passage was lighting her nerves up like fire crackers. “Don’t stop!” She shuddered as Victoria pressed harder at the words.
The redhead dipped her head, sucking the swollen nub of Anastasia’s clit between her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, as if it were a tiny cock. Anastasia rocked her hips, pressing her throbbing mound harder against Victoria’s mouth. “Mmm, that’s what I thought,” Victoria murmured against Anastasia’s slick flesh. Her fingers pierced the tight ring of muscle that guarded Anastasia’s bowels and slid inside. “You want to fuck him, don’t you? I bet he’s got a lovely, big cock.”
Victoria pumped her fingers in and out of Anastasia’s ass in time with her words. She flicked Anastasia’s clit with her tongue in between each one. Anastasia writhed, pinching her nipples hard, humping her pussy on Victoria’s wriggling tongue. “Yes! God!”
“You want to feel Bryce’s thick, hard cock inside this tight little pussy, don’t you, Ana?” Victoria speared her tongue deep into Anastasia’s slippery channel, licking at her rippling inner walls. Victoria’s fingers slid in and out of Anastasia’s ass while she sucked and lapped at Anastasia’s juicy cunt. “Say it.”
“Ellie, yes! Yes! I want to fuck Bryce. I want to feel his big cock pounding into me!” Anastasia pulled Victoria closer, pressing her into her rocking groin. “I want to suck his hard dick and swallow his cum.”
“Well then.” Victoria sucked hard on Anastasia’s clit, rubbing it with her tongue while her fingers thrust quickly in and out of the younger girl’s snug back passage.
Anastasia’s orgasm slammed into her like a wave, washing through her, warm and stinging. She gasped and moaned. Her ass clenched hard around Victoria’s squirming fingers as her body throbbed in time with her rapidly beating heart. The pleasure was sweet and intense, dissolving slowly, like chocolate on her tongue. When she finally drifted back into her head, Victoria was sliding up her body, trailing kisses in her wake.
The redhead had shed her own night shirt and pressed her voluptuous naked body tightly against Anastasia’s, pinning Anastasia between the back of the couch and her warm flesh. She stroked the mussed hair from Anastasia’s flushed cheeks and pressed a sticky kiss to Anastasia’s mouth.
***
Two days later, the E, E, and K crew went out to a bar called Sid’s on 32nd. Anastasia was among the group, though she didn’t plan on drinking much. She wanted to have a clear head when Bryce showed up. If Bryce came tonight, of course. But something told her he would.
When Bryce showed up she met his eyes briefly, and then let hers slide away. Hot blood prickled in her cheeks. Let him think it was an embarrassed blush. What it really was, was a flush of anticipation. Looking at him made her pussy instantly wet. But she didn’t even reply to his hello. She darted another quick gaze at him, and then dropped her eyes.
He chuckled. Soft and low, barely audible over the pump of the music. But she felt it like a caress across her skin. Her nipples tightened. She sipped her drink, doing her best to pretend she was ignoring Bryce.
“Where’s Victoria tonight?” Serge asked. The dark haired intern had been mooning over her roommate since Victoria had sucked his cock a few days ago. Anastasia took great pleasure in answering him.
“She’s on a date. Some guy from a band. I’m not supposed to wait up.”
Serge’s face fell at her news. Anastasia hid her smile in her glass, sipping at the blue concoction. From the corner of her eye, she could see Bryce talking to one of the guys from Accounting. Most of the women in the group were ignoring him. Anastasia counted six of them, not including herself. Had he slept with and then dumped all of them?
She should be worried. He’d made it pretty clear she was his next target. But Anastasia wasn’t going to be one of the girls who he deluded into falling for him. He was hot, she couldn’t deny that. She’d talk about him with Victoria, fantasize about him while pleasuring herself, but she wasn’t going to fall into his trap. She set down her drink.
“I need to use the ladies,” she called loudly to Melissa. Melissa was a friend of Victoria’s, another executive assistant. The tiny Asian woman nodded.
Once she’d used the restroom, she rinsed her hands, patting her cheeks with cool water. Anastasia studied her outfit in the mirror. It was professional, suitable for work in the office, but still sexy. The silky gree
n blouse had a boat neck with a keyhole in the back and her pencil skirt was knee-length. Her heels were high and spiked. She smoothed her skirt down her thighs and slipped back into the hallway.
He was waiting for her outside. She was looking down as she came out of the bathroom, but she saw him leaning against the wall beside the men’s room door in her peripheral vision. He moved as soon as she stepped out, “accidentally” bumping into her again and catching her elbows. She stiffened in his grip. Bryce’s grin was wide and full of bright white teeth.
“We have to stop meeting like this.”
“I’m not so sure this was a coincidence.” She felt another flush burn up her throat. Being this close to his body, feeling the long, hard lines of his chest and the heat of his skin, made her shiver. She tried to tug herself from his grasp, but his fingers tightened around her arms.