Lumberjack

by Jenika Snow

  I was such a vile bastard. But I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted to memorize every part of her.

  I honestly had no clue what I wanted her to do, because I didn’t actually need a personal fucking assistant. I just needed her.

  But I turned and walked toward my desk, picked up a stack of invoices from a shipment I’d received this week, and turned and handed them to her. “I'll have you input these.” I walked back over to her and handed her the papers. I stood there for a minute just watching her. She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes so blue I wanted to get lost in them.

  “I'll be happy to do that, but where exactly am I supposed to input this?” There was a little hesitation in her voice, and all that did was turn me on more.

  “Over here. On my personal computer.” I wanted her close, wanted to smell the sweet scent that came from her, wanted it saturating my office. I wanted to fantasize about all the dirty things I’d do to her.

  I gestured for her to sit down in my seat, behind my desk. Once I had the computer started and the program loaded, all I did was stand there and watch her. She probably thought I was a fucking creep, and maybe I was, but she was just so damn gorgeous I couldn't help myself.

  For the next ten minutes I explained what I wanted her to do.

  And then I forced myself to leave, because if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from having her right here in my office … right on my desk.

  Jana

  I’d been inputting the documents for the last hour, and although it was pretty easy work, I couldn't concentrate because every time Cole came back into the office, I felt his gaze on me. I glanced at him this last time and saw him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He had only been back in the office for a few minutes, but his presence was very intense, very consuming.

  Although anyone might say it was strange that he watched me continuously, truth was I liked it. I felt like he couldn't keep his eyes off me, that I was so mesmerizing to him that he just had to stare at me.

  I still couldn't get the memory out of my head and of him saying he wanted me, or me saying I wanted him back. I don't know what I had been thinking. It was the truth, of course, but now it just felt a little awkward seeing as it wasn’t brought up again.

  I entered the last figures into the system and exhaled. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” After thinking that, my mind instantly went in the gutter. I could think of a lot of things that I wanted Cole to do to me.

  He didn't respond for several seconds. “How about you take your lunch, and when you come back, we can discuss what you can do next.”

  This whole day seemed odd, like Cole had no idea what to do with me.

  I was really starting to question if he actually needed a personal assistant. The very idea that he’d hired me to … keep me close … had a myriad of emotions moving through me. I didn’t know if I should embrace them or keep them as far from me as possible.

  Both seemed pretty terrifying.

  6

  Jana

  Several days later

  I’d been working for Cole for the last couple of days, mainly doing mediocre work that I was sure he had someone else do for him normally. There was no doubt in my mind now that he really didn't need me as a personal assistant.

  So did he hire me because he really did want me? Could that have been his only motivation?

  That very thought had this realization rushing over me.

  I had a lot of power.

  It also had the feminine side of me waking, craving a touch only he could give me.

  I wanted him, more than I’d ever wanted anyone else before. I may be a virgin, but I’d had a few boyfriends over the years. Men had made me feel happy, loved even. But that love had been superficial.

  Those hadn’t been real emotions, but passing feelings from people who didn't even know me, from people who probably wanted something more for me than I would ever be willing to get them.

  But with Cole I wanted to give him all of myself, everything that was inside of me. I wanted to experience the world with him, and that was a crazy feeling and sensation given the fact I really didn't know him.

  The few conversations we had, aside from the very intimate one that very first day, had been professional. We hadn’t discussed what we’d talked about, how he wanted me and I wanted him, since that one time. But I felt his gaze on me constantly.

  I pushed all thoughts of him aside and focused on finishing the last form that needed to be inputted into the database. Over the last few days I’d gotten to know the employees that worked at his club. They were genuinely nice, working here because they had to support their families, their children.

  This wasn't a dirty strip club that housed a bunch of perverted old men wanting to gaze at beautiful young women. Although some of the clientele that came in here were a little questionable. But I suppose that was a given seeing as this was a strip club.

  I shut down the computer and rubbed my eyes. It was late, I was tired, but despite that I had this energy moving through me. I was in Cole's office again, the door open, the voices of the girls leaving for the night drifting through. I heard the back door open and close, the heavy-metal banging shut with a resounding clank.

  I grabbed my bag and headed out of his office, turning off the light and looking down the hallway before I left. I could see the dim glow coming from the main area of the club. I walked down, made a left, stopped and looked at the stage.

  Everything was already cleaned up, and the chairs had already been placed on top of the tables. The smell of lemon and bleach filled my nose. But it was the stage with the gleaming silver pole that called to me. It wasn't that stripping was in my blood, but dancing was.

  I left the main part of the stage and made my way toward the VIP section. I pushed open the red leather studded door and stared at the intimate space. There were black leather couches, a few tables and chairs placed toward the walls, and of course in the center of the room, the main attraction, the stage and pole.

  There was a bar set up in the corner, a private one just for the VIP members. The club had secluded rooms for private lap dances, but this room was for the group of executives or high rollers, or even for bachelor parties that had money to spend.

  I turned and looked at the door, wondering if what I really wanted to do was a smart move. I knew I wasn't alone, that maybe the bartender was still here, or the cleaning crew could be in the back area downstairs. But I really doubted anybody would come in this room. It also had been cleaned already, and as long as I was quiet, nobody would know I was here.

  Last thing I needed was somebody coming in here, seeing me dancing, and then letting Cole know I was breaking some unspoken house rule. But this wasn't me wanting to strip because I wanted to be an exhibitionist. This was me missing dancing and letting myself be free.

  This was me wanting to be me.

  Cole

  I’d been scarce throughout the day because I had shit to do, to my disappointment. I wanted to be around Jana, to just look at her, smell the sweet scent that came from her, and to tell her over and over that she was mine.

  When I was around her, that's all I wanted to do … be around her.

  I keyed in the code for the back door, pulled it open, and just stood there for a second. The club was still, silent, the hour late as fuck. A few of the cleaning crew were finishing up in the kitchen, the sound of their hushed voices coming through. I had to grab some paperwork and head back to my place. I should have gotten this shit earlier, but the truth was I hoped to run into Jana.

  I went into my office, grabbed my work, and just for a second stood there. The room still smelled like her, this sweet, floral scent that made my dick hard.

  Fuck.

  I left the office, knowing that I would go home and jerk it. At this point even getting myself off wasn't doing the trick. What I needed—or more keenly, whom I needed—was so close to me I could barely stand it anymore.

  I was about to hea
d back out the back door when the sound of something in the VIP room caught my attention. I walked over to the door, pushed it open slightly, and my entire body froze.

  Standing close to the stage was Jana, her bag by her feet, which was what I probably heard hitting the ground. She was staring at the stage, the lights on low and illuminating the pole.

  Everything in me came alive.

  She didn't have to tell me what she wanted to do for me to understand. She wanted to dance. But it wasn't about stripping. I knew that with certainty. She was a ballet dancer at heart, and moving to music, being graceful and elegant, was in her blood.

  It was in that moment that I realized I wasn't going to stay back anymore. I couldn't.

  I stepped fully into the room, shut the door behind me, and inhaled deeply. She probably sensed me close by, because she turned around and stared at me. Her eyes widened marginally, and I could tell her breathing picked up.

  Tonight was going to be about her giving herself over to me, but also about me finally giving myself to someone.

  7

  Jana

  Cole was here, watching me with this intense, predatory expression. My blood rushed, my heart raced, and I wanted him in that moment.

  “Get on that fucking stage and strip. Show me, Jana.” His voice was so deep, so rough that a shiver worked its way up my spine. Maybe any other woman would have been offended at his dominating and controlling tone. But me … I got wet and so damn turned on.

  In fact my panties were so soaked.

  I had to shift to try and alleviate the uncomfortable sensation.

  “You’re thinking too hard.”

  He sounded so dominant.

  “I said get on that stage and strip for me.”

  There was this magnetism to Cole, one that screamed masculinity, power, and an attitude that said, fuck with me and expect to get your ass kicked.

  The outfit I wore was simple but could be provocative with the right moves, the right shifts in my body. Why in the hell was I overthinking this? I wanted to do this, anticipated him seeing me. I wanted him like I wanted to breathe. Hell, I’d said as much to him during that first day.

  “I like the fact you’re so nervous.” He moved over to an empty seat, just like he had during the “audition.” Once he was seated, resting his big body back, his muscles stretching, bunching, I felt myself grow loose. God, I was so turned on. “I like that you’re starting to sweat.”

  He wore his usual “business” attire, but his button-down shirt was undone at the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms.

  He rested a muscular arm on the table beside him, and the other on his thigh. He looked so ready for this.

  “You want me, and I want you. Show me all the gorgeous things that body of yours can do.” His voice was softer, coaxing me to do his bidding.

  I don’t know why I wasn’t moving, why I was frozen like a deer in headlights.

  “Show me what’s mine.”

  There he was, watching me with his calm, stoic expression, waiting for me to do what he said without question.

  And then the music started, this slow, sensual song that had my blood racing and my heart thundering. I closed my eyes and started swaying my hips, picking up the motion of the song, moving with the beat.

  I went for my top and started pulling the silky material out of the formfitting waistband of my skirt. Once the material was free, I undid each button, pulled the material aside, and let it fall from my body.

  I was breathing so hard and fast that the swells of my breasts were rising up and down almost frantically, my bra barely containing them.

  Still Cole sat there silently, watching me, his presence like fingers on my skin.

  My throat felt tight, and my pussy was wet. My nipples were so hard I felt them stab against my bra, demanding to feel the cool air kiss them. I reached behind and gripped the little zipper of my pencil skirt. I dragged it down while still dancing, still moving erotically. Once it was freed, I let that fall to the floor as well. Now here I stood in nothing but my panties and bra.

  I really started moving then, running my hands along the strapless bra I wore, teasing the arch of my mounds as they rose above the hem of the cups. I moved over to the pole and started rubbing my body along it, warming the metal with my heat. I was about to remove my bra when his deep voice stopped me.

  “No, leave the bra and panties on. Tease me.”

  I felt my inner muscles clench painfully, but obeyed. I had my back to the pole, my front facing Cole. I could see the way he watched me, this almost predatory gaze in his expression. He looked at me like he was starving.

  And that look alone had my courage renewing tenfold. I really danced for him then, touching myself, enjoying that I was working him up, that he was hard for me. God, I bet he was so hard right now. I wanted to see how big his cock was.

  Because truth be told, I wanted to fuck Cole … or more so have him fuck me.

  Cole

  As soon as she turned around, I grabbed my cock, gave the fucker a squeeze, and adjusted the monster. I was so fucking hard, and the moisture that started to bead at the tip of my dick was becoming a nuisance. What I wanted was to be balls-deep in Jana, to hear her screaming out my name, to feel her pussy clenching around my shaft.

  Jana was perfect in every way.

  There was no hiding that she wanted me, and I sure as fuck didn’t deny I wanted her. Hell, I could have been crude and honest with her, letting her know I wanted her body as well as her heart, that I wanted my cock shoved deep in her pussy, that I wanted to fill her with my cum.

  My thoughts were pushed back when I watched as her nipples hardened against her bra. The way she moved made me feel like this horny fucking teenager. This wasn’t even about me being celibate, but more so because of Jana herself.

  I was around half-naked women constantly, had offers for fucking thrown at me daily, but never once was I tempted. Never once did I want to own someone irrevocably, and not in a proprietary way either.

  There was just something about Jana that made every rational part of me say fuck it all and claim her.

  Her body was made for me to fuck her good and hard, to show her she was meant to handle me. I wanted to be gentle, sweet and soft with her, but another part wanted to fuck her raw, wanted to thoroughly satisfy her so that the next day she’d be sore just sitting down.

  She turned around and started slowly bending over, her panties nothing fancy but so fucking hot I had to reach down and rub my dick in my slacks. I couldn’t help it. And when her panties lightly crept into the crease of her ass, showing me the plump perfection of the twin mounds, I leaned forward and groaned.

  She was hot as fuck, and I was holding on by a thread. All I wanted to do was go to her, pull her panties aside, bend her over one of these tables, and fuck her so damn well she was screaming my name.

  As Jana danced, it was clear she was into the music and the moves, confident in the fact she could seduce whoever watched without even touching anyone.

  Her raven-colored hair was in a bun, like she’d put it up toward the end of the day. I liked it up or down, but when she reached up and undid it, the onyx strands tumbling down her back, I felt my mouth grow dry.

  All I could think about was gripping those locks and tugging hard enough that her throat was bared, her mouth was parted, and her eyes were wide as she took all the thick and long inches of my dick.

  She gripped the pole with one small hand and slid it up and down, teasing me, making me about to bust a nut right in my fucking pants. And when she started rubbing her body up and down against that metal, acting like she was fucking the thing, I was barely holding on to my control.

  The way she moved for me wasn’t like the raunchy pole dancing I was used to seeing at the club. No, Jana was seducing me. Her movements were slow, calculated. She still had her panties and bra on, and that was more enticing than if she was bared for me fully.

  I focused on her ass, on the way t
he firm flesh glowed under the lighting.

  God. Yes.

  She moved lower on the pole, popping her ass out so her tiny little white panties slipped even more into the crease of her ass. I could see the slight swell of her pussy in this position, and wondered how wet she was for me right now.

  I reached down and unzipped my slacks, pulled my dick out, and started stroking myself. I settled back in my seat, spread my legs slightly to get more comfortable, and started jerking myself off in this slow and relaxed motion, just enjoying the show she gave me.

  More baby. Give me more.

  And as if she read my mind, she reached around with both hands, slipped her fingers under the edges of her panties, and pulled them toward her pussy. The material slid up her cunt easily, her pussy lips now framing the cotton, turning me the fuck on so badly I was breathing hard and fast.

  God, if I didn’t slow it down, I’d come right now, and I wanted to be deep in her pussy when I did that. I wanted to brand her, mark her body with my seed.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t see how long I could control myself.

  Fuck it all. I was going to have her, and I was going to make that happen now.

  While she was still dancing, her back to me, her ass still in the air, I got out of my seat. I stalked toward her, climbed the few steps to get to the stage, and just as she straightened and turned to face me, I grabbed her waist. I hauled her up and over my shoulder, a totally asshole, caveman thing to do, but I couldn’t help it.

  My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.

  “I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.

  She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.

  Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”