by Jenesi Ash
The first thing I try on is a champagne-colored negligee. It fits me like a glove and I can’t help but preen in front of the mirror.
When I step out of the dressing room, the seamstress is the only person waiting for me. I don’t hear Denise or Vincent, and the cup of hot tea on a side table is the only sign that Brianna has been here.
“Where is everyone else?” I ask Mary as I step onto the raised dais.
She shrugs. “They are fighting over creative differences.” Mary studies my appearance with an intensity that borders on scowling.
I turn and look at the three-way full-length mirror. Why does Mary disapprove of my nightgown?
“It doesn’t fit,” she announces.
“Are you kidding? It fits perfectly!” What does she know about fit? Sure, she’s a seamstress, but her gray uniform is baggy and does nothing to show off her petite figure. I bet she’s a size two just like me, although you would never know it.
She purses her lips. “Your hips are wider.”
My mouth drops open. “I beg your pardon?” I flatten my hands on my hipbones as if I can hide them from her.
Mary glares at me. “Have you gained weight since the last time we measured? I hope not. That makes more work for me.”
Oh, yes. I want to ruin my figure for the sole purpose of giving Mary extra work. It’s been my evil plan all along. I look around for Vincent, ready to hear some soothing words about how wonderful I look.
“And the hem is all wrong,” Mary decides. “It’s supposed to be beveled.”
I frown at her through the reflection.
“That means the front is supposed to be shorter and slope down to the back.”
“I know what beveled means.” Sort of. Mary reaches for the hem and I take a step away before she does something drastic. “Shouldn’t we wait for Vincent to decide that?”
“He trusts my instincts,” she says with a smug smile. “Turn toward me and I’ll pin it up.”
I don’t want to. I want Vincent’s opinion first. That’s why I’m paying him the big bucks. But he’s nowhere to be found. I slowly turn and face Mary. She kneels down in front of me and measures the hem.
Looking around the fitting room, I wonder where Vincent went. Is he still mad at me for being late? I wouldn’t put it past him to have a hissy fit.
Did he leave completely? I hope not. I glance in the direction of his office and notice that the door isn’t fully closed. I see something move in that room. It must be Vincent.
Correction! It’s Vincent and Denise. He is leaning against his messy desk and she is standing close to him. Really close. I squint, trying to see what’s going on.
Vincent is holding something that looks like a letter, only it has a pale blue paper backing. I wonder what it is because it’s making Denise real happy. She is smiling as she links her hands around his neck and gives him a deep kiss.
My mouth drops open. No. Way. Denise and Vincent have hooked up? When? More importantly, why? I glance down at Mary, who is measuring my hemline with her usual methodical approach. Does she know about her coworker and her boss? I’m dying to ask, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.
I look back in the room and see Vincent pushing Denise’s shoulders, the paper in his hand brushing against her hair. I squint harder, and realize he’s not pushing her away. He’s motioning her to go down on her knees.
Denise willingly kneels down in front of her boss and palms his cock through his gray pants. I don’t have to squint hard to see he has a big erection. Wow. And all this time I pegged Vincent as gay.
I know I should look away. I’m already getting aroused. My breasts feel heavy and full and my clit is beginning to swell. But I can’t ignore what’s going on in the next room. I have to watch.
Denise has already pushed Vincent’s clothes past his knees. She grasps the root of his cock with both hands and starts to lick him with the tip of her tongue. A low, insistent throb gathers deep in my belly and I shift my legs. I immediately stop, surprised Mary didn’t reprimand me for moving. Is she watching too? I glance down and see she’s pinning the hem with her legendary focus.
I tense up when I hear a groan from Vincent’s office. I can’t help but glance in that direction. Vincent looks like he’s either in pain or in ecstasy. His hand crumples against the paper. He bucks against the desk before he plunges into Denise’s mouth.
The wooden desk is squeaking and Vincent is not being quiet about his pleasure. Denise is slurping loudly against his cock. Am I the only who hears this?
“Try on the next one.”
I jump and give a startled look at Mary, who is still kneeling down in front of me. My heart is racing and I feel flushed. I’m aroused and I wonder if she can tell.
“I’m sorry?” I ask weakly.
Mary makes a face and it’s clear she’s fed up with me. “Go put on the next negligee.”
I gesture at the nightgown I’m wearing. “Vincent hasn’t seen me in this.”
She gives me this look and I know I’m pushing my luck with her. I want to hold my ground, but Vincent may be a while. Since I still have to meet with Leon within the hour, I decide to surrender gracefully.
The phone rings in the fitting room and Mary gives an impatient sigh. She rises from her position and heads for the phone that is on the desk next to my dressing room. I step into my room and firmly close the door.
I’m so horny right now, but I can’t do anything about it. I try to focus on anything else.
The first thing I wonder is how long does it take for a man as old as Vincent to reach an orgasm. I decide that I have no envy for Denise. One day I might have a lover as old as Vincent, but what kind of set-up did she agree to? If I was sleeping with the boss, the first thing I would do is cut my hours. I’m sure Denise gets amazing fringe benefits, but what’s the point of doing someone if you also have to work for him?
I slide on the next negligee, this one shorter and the color of coffee. When I step out of my dressing room, the designer and his assistant both are out of his office and acting as if nothing unusual just happened.
It’s hard not to miss Vincent’s smile. It’s a little bit naughty and carefree. I see that look on men all the time. Vincent’s complexion is rosy and he’s rubbing his hands as if he’s coming up with a devious plan.
“Amaris, you look very sexy,” Vincent says in a booming voice. His hands flutter around me as he takes in my appearance. “My creation is going to be ripped right off your luscious body.”
I smile but I see Denise flinch. She needs to work on that. Sure, it’s never easy to have a man show appreciation to another woman right after you had his cock in your mouth, but Denise should be used to it.
As Denise picks up a notepad and pen, Vincent gives a few suggestions, all the time describing my body as “scrumptious” and “delightful” and “made for sin.” I feel like a goddess. And not once does he mention I gained weight. I glare at Mary, who doesn’t try to share her opinions this time. She keeps her head down as she takes in the lace bodice.
Brianna comes in to see if I needed my drink refreshed. I glance at the clock, noticing that I’m cutting it close to meet with Leon. “Brianna? I need to wear one of the bustiers from the window display. Can you get one for me? I need it right away.”
“Of course!” Brianna says with smile. She doesn’t question the urgency and hurries out of the room.
Vincent and Denise are still coming up with ideas on how my negligee can look better when Brianna rushes in, clipping the sales tag off the bustier with a pair of scissors. She puts it in my dressing room and I glance at the clock again. I can’t hold it off anymore.
I turn to the designer and brace myself. “Vincent, I’m sorry, but I need to take a break. I have to meet Leon.”
“But we’ve just started!” Vincent clutches the top of his bald head with both hands and gives an outraged huff.
That’s not my fault, but I barely hold my tongue. “I’ll come back. This is unavoidable.�
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He tosses his hands in the air. “We have so much to do if you want the last Vincent original!”
That stops me in my tracks. “What do you mean the last?”
He waves away my question with the flick of his wrist and abruptly stops. “I haven’t announced it yet,” he says quietly, almost sadly, “but I’m retiring.”
“Retiring!” The word hits me like a punch in the stomach. I look at the other women in the room for verification, but they look as stunned as I feel.
This will not do. Vincent can’t quit. The man is my secret weapon. I can’t go back to buying chain-store lingerie.
“Don’t worry, my dear.” He gives me a pat on my bare shoulder. “I’m staying on in an advisory capacity.”
Relief crashes through me and I felt so much better. What Vincent is proposing is essentially what he does now, whether he knows it or not. He tosses his arms around and makes declarations, but I have never seen him work up a sweat.
I hurry back into the dressing room and grab the bustier. As I carefully remove my negligee, I hear a harsh whisper outside my room. I press my ear to the wall, wondering if they’re talking about me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re retiring, Vincent?” Brianna asks, her voice shaking with anger. “I’m your heir.”
Heir? My fingers still on the hooks of my bustier. Is she his daughter? Why haven’t they mentioned that? Maybe Vincent doesn’t want people to know he had a grown daughter.
“I never decided that,” Vincent says.
“I may only be your niece, but you told my mom you wanted to keep the business in the family. I’m the only one who’s showed an interest in it.”
I’m adjusting the bustier as I hear Vincent say, “You still have a lot to learn.”
“Bullshit!” she whispers fiercely. “You’ve been using me. You got cheap labor and dangled the possibility of me owning this business.”
I didn’t hear what Vincent’s response was to that. I could say he lowered his voice, but frankly, I lost interest once I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
I look freaking fantastic! I stand straight and notice how the bustier plumps up my breasts while making my waist look smaller. I put on the garter belt and then my panties. I learned this trick after the first time Leon wanted me to keep my garter belt on while we had sex. I carefully slide on my stockings and put on my black heels before I look at my reflection in the mirror.
My stomach gives a naughty flip and my heart starts to pound with anticipation. Leon is going to go crazy when he gets a look at me.
I put on my satin raincoat and tie the sash firmly against my waist, then open the door to my dressing room. No one is around. I guess they decided to do their fighting out of range.
I check my watch and hurry out to the reception area, barely managing a goodbye to Brianna, who is definitely making a personal call as she speaks angrily on the phone while I make my exit.
Once the elevator arrives, I’m the only one who gets on. That’s kind of a disappointment. What’s the fun of wearing next to nothing if you can’t tease anyone with it?
When I get off the elevator, I march straight to Leon’s offices. I get past the snobby receptionist only to come toe to toe with his loyal secretary. From the disapproving look on her pinched face, I can safely say she knows all about me. I’m tempted to open my raincoat and flash her, but I don’t give out freebies.
I’m immediately escorted inside Leon’s office. He greets me with a smile, but doesn’t rise from his chair as he would for any other visitor. Instead he asks his secretary to hold his calls.
The minute we’re alone, I untie my raincoat and allow it to fall to the floor. I lean against the door, my hands flat against the wood. I jut my hips out, silently inviting him closer.
Leon doesn’t move. He’s mesmerized and I’ve never felt this kind of sexual power.
“Come here,” he says in a gruff voice.
I should have known he wouldn’t grovel for me. I walk over to him, letting my hips roll provocatively until I reach his desk. I perch on the edge close to where he sits. Tilting my head back, the sunlight gets into my eyes.
That’s when it occurs to me that the shades aren’t closed. I glance outside and see men and women in the high tower across the street. They are working intently, but if they look out their window, they can clearly see into this office. Anyone could get a good view of me seducing Leon.
I get wet just thinking about it. I rub my thighs together as excitement rushes through me. I want an audience see me take Leon and watch me go wild. I widen my legs, drawing Leon’s attention to my pussy. “I’m going to give you a lap dance.”
Leon’s eyes gleam with approval. “Make it slow,” he suggests, propping his chin in his hand as he watches. He isn’t as relaxed and indifferent as he tries to appear. I can see his cock pressing against his pants. “And take off your panties. Nothing else.”
He really loves seeing me in this bustier. I wiggle out of the panties and kick them off. I’m aroused and ready for action, my core pulsing and greedy for Leon’s cock.
I glance out the window. Not one person has seen me yet. Damn. I want to catch their attention. Make them press against the glass, their tongues hanging out of their slack jaws, panting for me.
I grab the headrest of Leon’s chair and straddle him. I grin as the chair rocks and swivels with every move I make. I know each sudden motion is going to add to the feel of his cock inside me.
My knees dig into the cushioned seat and my breasts are level with Leon’s harsh mouth. I feel the heat emanating from him as my wet slit hovers above his aroused cock.
I look down at Leon and meet his gaze. He grabs my breasts and squeezes hard. His eyes darken with pleasure and he drags my bustier down, slowly unpeeling the fabric from my breasts. His face tightens as he exposes my tightly puckered nipples. Leon groans deep in his throat before he takes one nipple in his mouth and bites down.
I give a little scream and arch back. The chair tilts wildly and my pussy rubs against his cock. I hiss when his cold belt buckle presses against my hot skin.
Deciding I’ve been patient long enough, I let go of the headrest and grab his belt. My hands fumble as Leon continues to tease my breasts with his fingers and tongue. When he draws me deep into his mouth I almost orgasm right there.
I tug his belt free and lift myself up just a little to unzip his pants. Leon skims his hands down my hips and holds me still. “Stay like that,” he says softly against the underside of my breast.
I can’t think straight with his hands squeezing and massaging my ass. He flattens his palm and my knees start to tremble. I know what he’s planning just as he gives me a hard smack.
I gasp as the spank echoes in the room. Sizzling heat spreads through my buttocks and he smacks me again. I swallow back a whimper as my clit pulses for attention.
Leon spanks me again, only harder. I glance at the shut door. Can his secretary hear Leon spanking me? The idea drenches my pussy.
I need Leon’s cock now. I drag his zipper down and he raises his hips so I can push down his pants and underwear. This time I don’t stop to fondle his cock and balls. Heat streaks through my pelvis as I lower myself onto his cock. I bite my lip as he slowly fills me. I rock against him, the chair tilting as the small of my back tingles. I sway my hips and the world spins.
White-hot lust claws my insides, desperate to break free. I grip Leon’s shoulders and meet each of his thrusts. The chair swivels and squeaks as I stare over his head. It bucks, tilts and turns and I can’t fight the feeling anymore.
I feel dizzy, but I can’t climax. I don’t know what’s wrong. And then someone in the other building looks out the window. A businesswoman frowns as she watches me. My pulse quickens as her brow clears and understanding hits.
Leon’s fingers press into my hips as he thrusts deeper. Harder. My breath snags in my throat as the pleasure breaks free, whipping through my body as Leon’s release triggers my own.
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bsp; I stare out the window, gulping for air, my heart racing. The woman from across the street guiltily looks away and my satisfaction evaporates. I gingerly disentangle myself from Leon. “I take it you like this outfit.”
“Get one in every color.”
I adjust the bustier until it covers my breasts while Leon reaches out and spans his fingers over my mound. His possessive touch makes me shiver. I almost sink to my knees when he strokes my clit with his thumb.
A firm knock on the door gives me a jolt. I don’t have time to jump back as Leon tells the intruder to enter.
My eyes widen as the door opens and a gorgeous man in an expensive suit steps in. He’s looking at a file in his hands and doesn’t notice that he steps on my discarded raincoat. My heart is stuck in my throat, waiting for the inevitable.
He looks up and pauses. His face tightens for the briefest moment and then his expression turns blank. “Sorry, I thought you told me to enter.”
“It’s all right,” Leon says, as if he’s not concerned our encounter has been disrupted. “Kyler, this is Amaris Martin. Amaris, this is Kyler Thorn, my new assistant.”
This is his assistant? There’s something about this tall man that would intimidate his enemies and comfort his allies. And it is more than his impressive height, the ruthless cut of his hair or the aggressive lines of his face.
Kyler Thorn doesn’t look like a guy who takes orders well. He looks like someone who would take heart-stopping risks and violate a few ethics to get what he wants. The intelligence shining in his dark eyes shows that he has the mind of a scholar, but his lethal grace and muscular body makes me think more of a warrior. Then again, the commanding way he stands and the power pulsing from him is better suited for a ruler than a follower.
I step away from Leon. My skin feels hot and my legs are wobbly, but I’m excited. Someone is seeing me half naked and enjoying an afterglow. If only he walked in a few minutes earlier.