by Mia Moore
I tiptoed up the old wooden stairs to the apartment I shared with Maddy. Argh. She had left the apartment unlocked again. How many times had I told her that we were living in a big city now? When we lived in Picton, it hadn’t mattered. The worst crime that had ever happened there were kids after a dance, carousing and vandalizing. The apartment was dark and I inched my way down the hall to my room.
“Shit!” the next thing I knew I was grabbing for something to hold on to and BOOM I was spread eagled on the wooden floor, rubbing my elbow which had taken most of the brunt of my fall. I heard a door open, lights flash in my eyes and Maddie’s round freckled face appeared near me.
“Are you alright Cerise? “ Her voice was full of concern as she reached under my arm to help me up. This wasn’t an easy thing for her as she was waif-like. A puff of wind could blow her away.
“Do I look alright? “ A hamper of clothes was upturned beside me, obviously what had tripped me. I shook my head as I got up. “Ditz. I’d give you hell if I wasn’t so deliriously happy.” I grabbed her thin shoulders and pulled her to me, planting a wet kiss on her cheek.
“Are you drunk? And what’s with the clothes? Tell me you didn’t go out looking like that.” Maddy’s grey eyes were wide as she pushed me back. Her golden hair hung in a disheveled mess, a curly wisp threatening to enter her pale full lips.
“Maddy, all my money problems are solved. I was offered a job tonight that pays a hundred thousand a year! My student loan will be history in six months and I’ll live the life I was born for. I still think our bassinettes were mixed up at the hospital.” I wagged my finger in her confused face before hiccupping my way into the kitchen. It was a bitch walking in these stiletto shoes. I lifted each foot and tossed the irritating shoes aside. That was better. Now I needed water, lots of it, maybe a few aspirin.
“Cerise, where were you tonight? And what were you doing? I can’t believe you. You warn me about being careful living in the city and you go out looking like a hooker—and to top it off you’re drunk.” Maddy followed me into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.
I sat down in a chair at the small table and looked around. The room was barely big enough for the table, had practically no counter space, a faucet that dripped perpetually despite out attempts to get the landlord to fix it, and the stove was only a temperamental two burner. Yeah, typical ghetto type student rental. But that would all end soon. It wouldn’t matter to Maddy. She was leaving at the end of the month to go home and work in her father’s dental office.
“Maddy, you’ve been my best friend since grade school. You know all of my secrets and I trust you like a sister. You better take a seat honey, ‘cause what I’m about to tell you may come as a shock. I’m wearing this outfit because tonight I tried my hand at being a hooker. I--”
“Cerise! No. You’re joking right? Trying to shock me.” Her head dropped, leaning towards me, mouth open. Unconsciously her hand flew to the sides of her pink bathrobe pulling them closer together and tight to her throat.
“Look I needed the money, plain and simple. And the two guys I met were really nice. They run a successful engineering firm. They own another business venture and offered me a job running it.” There was no way, even as tipsy as I was, that I could tell her it was an ‘adult club’. She’d have a stroke.
“Why can’t you take the money I’ve offered you? It would buy you a couple of months to find a job and you could afford to stay here. Who knows who these guys really are? You could be sold into some kind of sex slave ring.” She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine.
“You know I can’t take money from you. I would hate myself.” I shook my head and set my mouth, my fingers tightening on the glass. She meant well but just couldn’t bear the thought of being a charity case.
“But running a club? What kind of club? You’re a physiotherapist. And you’ll make a damned fine one if you give yourself the time to find that job. What do you know about business?” She took a sip of juice from the glass she had poured, and rolled her eyes at me.
“I’m smart. I can learn. And it turns out they want someone inexperienced who can’t come to them with set ideas. They want it ran a certain way and they’ll teach me. Honest, they’re really nice guys and I have their business cards.” I cupped two aspirin in my hand and washed them down gulping all of the water in the glass. Pray God, it would help. I was supposed to be having lunch with Nick tomorrow at his office.
“I’m not sure I really want an answer to this… You had sex with them, right?” Her lips were pulled tight and her eyes looked up under drawn eyebrows at me.
“Awesome sex.” I grinned at her. The thought of Nick’s cock deep inside me, while he commanded me to suck Dev made me tingle. I shivered and set the glass on the table.
“Tell me they used protection.” Her words were clipped and her eyes flashed.
“Of course.” I lied. The dripping tap caught my attention. Should I have another glass of water?
“I’m not judging you. Have sex with twenty men for all I care. Just be careful. Do a search on these guys in the morning to see if they’re legitimate. Maybe now that they’ve offered you a job, you’ll never need to do what you did tonight—picking up strangers for money. Although I do think they’ll have expectations of a repeat performance as part of that job offer.” She rose and put the carton of orange juice back into the refrigerator.
“I can only hope.” I giggled. Yes, another glass of water was in order. I rose and turned the tap on.
Her hand went around my shoulder pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my temple. “I love you and worry about you. The offer of a loan of money still stands. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
I set the glass down and turned to hug her close. “I’ve always tried to be like you, y’know. Study hard, dress nice, be sweet and ladylike. I’m gonna’ miss you when you leave.” Was it the champagne that was making me maudlin? A tear rolled down my cheek. We weren’t students anymore. We were entering the real world taking different paths.
Chapter 4: Nick, at his office
It was ten minutes before noon. Cerise would be here soon. I looked around my office wondering what she would think of it. It was a big corner office with a fabulous view of the city and the bay in the distance. I straightened the architectural plans on my desk and rose to stretch my legs. I missed being onsite, in the fresh air, watching my plans become concrete and steel before my eyes. Dev hadn’t been to the site in a week and had asked to supervise there for a few days. Actually, that would work out. As fun as it had been last night sharing Cerise with him, it would be good to get to know her better, alone.
I straightened the leather chairs set next to the low table in the conversation pit of the room. But she wouldn’t be sitting in a chair. No. I smiled as a picture of her long legs, crossed seductively while she reclined on the sofa, flitted across my mind’s eye.
The telephone buzzed and I walked to the large walnut desk and punched a button on it.
“Cerise Morgan is here for your twelve o’clock.” It was Annie’s voice, my personal assistant.
“Please show her in.” I eased around to sit on the corner of my desk waiting for her.
A moment later Annie, wearing her usual navy suit appeared at the door, standing back slightly to allow Cerise to walk by her. The green knit dress, accentuated her olive complexion and brown eyes. But where were the flowing dark locks, which had tickled my skin last night? When she turned to thank Annie for showing her in, I noticed that she had pulled her hair up, pinned in a French roll at the back. Well, that would never do. One of the things that had attracted me in the first place had been her flowing mane of hair.
“Hello Cerise.” I gave a quick glance at Annie. “Please bring our lunch in now and hold any calls.”
Cerise walked over to where I sat, her hands clasped together, and looked at the floor between her feet. “Hello Sir.” I glanced over her shoulder. Good. Annie had closed the door and had
n’t heard.
“Cerise, you may call me Nick when we’re in public or in my office. When we’re alone together, like last night, I am Sir.” The poor kid looked so uncomfortable, her fingers playing with a hangnail on her thumb. But calling him Sir, without any prodding,that showed promise for later.
Annie returned wheeling a small service and placed two plates topped with a stainless covers on the small table in the pit.
“Will there be anything else you require Mr. Wyndham?” She stood next to the door, a closed lipped smile on her face.
“That will be all, thanks. Please ensure we aren’t disturbed. I will be leaving the office for a couple of hours after lunch.”
When the door snicked closed, I took Cerise in my arms. She felt so tiny and warm, cuddling into me, and her perfume, fresh and floral wafted into my nostrils. Her head fell back and dark chocolate eyes looked into mine, her lips parted slightly. I kissed her tenderly, tasting the sweet red lip gloss as she pressed into me, fingers fisting my suit coat and opening her lips wider. Our breath became faster as I kissed her lips hard, my tongue lightly touching hers. My mouth trailed kisses to the side of her mouth to her chin and lower…to the soft skin of her throat. Her sensuality, tilting her head back, giving herself over to me and the soft moan, made me want her even more.
Alternating between kisses and soft love bites I kissed the intoxicating silkiness until I reached the curve of her neck and shoulder. My mouth pressed into this spot, became more insistent when she moaned once more and slid her leg between mine.
My hands drifted down to squeeze the mounds of that delectable ass, pulling her tight and rubbing my swollen cock against her. Holding the underside of her thighs I lifted her, spurring her legs to circle my hips. I turned and set her ass on the desk. Her skirt had risen to her hips, revealing a triangle of satin fabric between her legs. She leaned back on the desk, resting on her elbows watching me as I loosened my belt and trousers. The tip of my cock drizzled against the fabric of my shorts as I pulled it free.
My fingers clawed into the fabric of her panties pulling it to the side while my other hand guided my shaft between her swollen, dark pussy lips. She was wet and slippery already. I ached to drive it deep within her but instead ran the tip of my meat over her clit, in slow circles.
“Ahhh…you’ve got me so wet. Please Sir, put it inside. I need it inside.” Her hips rolled upward so that her opening was close to the tip of my cock.
My hand left her panties and slid up her stomach to the voluptuous breast encased in the wool dress. I thrust my hand inside the scooped neck line, past the confining lace bra and pinched her nipple hard.
Her hooded eyes, almost closed in her yearning lust, opened wide at the bolt of pain. Her hips bucked against me trying to capture my cock inside her velvet hole.
“Cerise, you may not come until I allow you. I know you’re almost there. But, I’m going to tease you a little. It’s part of your training. Your body is mine and will do as I command. Do you understand?”
She wasn’t the only one undergoing sweet torture. My cock was drizzling. If I didn’t keep teasing her to allow myself to cool down a bit I would explode inside her at the first deep thrust.
In answer to my direction, she laid flat on the desk, one arm over her eyes, moaning. She was spread out like a banquet before me. I lifted her ass and slid the panties over her legs and feet. I bunched them up and slid them into the pocket of my coat.
I spread her legs wider and looked at her pussy. The lips were like the petals of a flower, folds of glistening burgundy flesh, parted just enough to reveal the bud of her little clit. I lifted her and pushed her farther up on the desk. Bending, I kissed the spot on her inner thigh where her leg and pussy met. My lips trailed softly over her until my mouth was just above that small firm bud. She arched upward, seeking my kiss on her womanhood. Instead I blew softly on it.
“Please Sir.” Her voice was a whimper.
I lowered my mouth and touched her softly with just the tip of my tongue. Her body jerked at the hot, wet touch and pushed upward, wanting more. Her scent was musk and the perfume of soap combining in a heady mix. I sucked her clit into my lips and licked it with my tongue. Her hips jerked upward, thrusting her cunt onto my face and her hands gripped the back of my head. She was close.
I pulled away and stepped closer guiding my cock between her wet folds. Slowly I inched into her, savoring the sensation, prolonging my release. Her breathing was faster as she rolled her hips, striving for all of it. Again with deliberate control, I pulled all of the way out of her until just the tip of my meat was in her. When I pushed forward, her muscles locked on my cock forcing me to thrust harder. God, the little vixen was tight.
My finger slid between her slippery lips and rubbed her clit once more. Her writhing and moaning along with the pressure she was applying to my cock was exquisite. Last night had been great, but seeing her like this was too much. My thrusts became hard and fast. She wanted my cock; well I was going to give it to her. Her head rolled from side to side and her tits bounced from the pounding I was giving her. She was so hot. I groaned as my cock drove deep, spilling myself in her. She cried out and her legs gripped me tight, pulling me in a vise as she strained in her orgasm.
My breath was a fast pant, looking down at her. Even though I had just came, my cock stirred weakly once more. Smiling, I pulled her up into a sitting position. There was business I needed to speak with her about now.
More play time with this kitten would have to wait
Chapter 5: Welcome to Eros Inc.
His hands gripped mine and pulled me into a sitting position on his desk. My arms and legs were trembling, weak from the mind blowing orgasm. A lock of damp hair rested on Nick’s forehead as he looked at me with eyes that were half closed, his lips curling up at the corners in a small smile. I lowered my chin, looking up at him, returning his smile. His arms went around me lifting me from the desk and he carried me across the room to a sofa. I was tiny in his embrace, snuggling into his neck once more, inhaling his spicy cologne mixed with his own body chemistry. I could lie in is arms like this for hours.
His fingers pulled my chin up and his lips were on mine kissing me softly while his other hand stroked my hair. He pulled back and his smile was broad. Such perfect white teeth.
“Much as I’d love to stay like this for the rest of the afternoon, I’m afraid we have things to do.” He lifted me higher and set me beside him on the sofa. I tugged at the hem of my dress and looked toward his desk. Where were my panties?
“Looking for these?” His hand held my white satin panties and he smiled mischievously.
“Oh. Thanks.” I reached for them but he raised his arm quickly, holding them high above my reach.
“No. I like the thought of you being naked under that dress. Besides, I want to keep them as a souvenir.” He held them to his face and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. His hand bunched them and slipped them into his pocket, before leaning forward to lift the silver tops from the plates.
My stomach clenched into a kot. I was incredibly wet from our episode on the desk and he expected me to be panty-less! “May I use your washroom before we eat?” When I stood up, I felt a soft tickling sensation of our combined pleasure oozing down the inside of my thigh.
“Certainly. He pointed to a closed door next to the entrance to his office.” As I crossed the room I noticed many certificates of accreditation hanging on the walls, and the sun shining through a floor to ceiling window behind his desk. To have an office downtown, with that kind of view and a private washroom—Nick was doing pretty well. It confirmed the Google search results I had found that morning.
My eyes opened wide when I entered the washroom. Instead of a two piece powder room, the room was equipped with a shower as well. I plucked a personal wipe from a box on the marble countertop and cleaned and dried my still swollen pussy. I rinsed my hands under the brushed silver faucet, conscious of the coolness between my legs. A chill ran down my spine and t
here was a pleasant tingle in my stomach. I had never gone out in public without panties.
When I returned to his office, I noticed a glass of white wine sitting next to a plate of salad topped with slices of chicken. My stomach growled in response.
“That looks yummy. I’m starving. So far, the fringe benefits of this job exceed anything I could’ve ever imagined. ” I took a seat next to him on the sofa.
“I’m going to bring you with me to the club and show you around--introduce you to the staff working there today. The top floor of the building is a self contained two bedroom apartment where you will live.” He took a bite of his salad.
I could feel my jaw dropping and my eyes widen. Wow. With Maddy leaving to go back home I had planned on finding another place to live. Now, not only a job but an apartment had just landed in my lap. “Where is this club?”
He wiped his mouth with the linen napkin before speaking. “It’s on the outskirts of the city, on an acre of land. The setting is quite lovely. The building is old but Dev and I have modernized the facilities inside while maintaining the historic charm. I’m confident that you’ll like your accommodations.” His blue eyes sparkled in the natural sunlight streaming into the room.
He looked like a Greek Adonis in that moment. I could hardly stop myself from throwing my arms around him and kissing those sweet lips. He was the answer to not only my prayers, but my secret fantasies.
“What’s the name of this club? I wonder if I’ve ever heard of it?” I took a bite of chicken. It melted in my mouth, so tender, with just the right amount of Cajun spice.
“I doubt you’ve heard of it. It’s way above most students’ budget. The clientele by and large are people who have made it, with a healthy amount of disposable income. It’s called Eros Inc.”