by Mia Moore
He closed the door softly and turned to face me. We were only inches apart; I could smell his woodsy cologne, feel the power of his presence as I looked into his brown eyes. I wanted to brush the lock of hair back, run my fingers along his forehead but I knew better than to try that. He’d probably swat my hand away.
“Why’d you fire Eric? And what’s with this new guy, Sam? That was pretty fast. Is he some friend of yours?” His eyes were narrow under tight drawn eyebrows.
Of all the nerve. He lures me into a stockroom and grills me! “First of all, I didn’t fire Eric or hire the new guy. And if I did, it would be none of your business. I’m the GM here and you work for me. Got that?” My teeth were clenched together as I leaned forward into his face.
“Oh yeah, I got it all right. Sorry I bothered you, boss. I took a chance that you weren’t like Janice or Lotus. That you’d see staffers as people, not drones to manipulate.” He started to turn away.
My fingers dug into the muscles in his arm and I pulled him back. “Wait a minute. I have no idea what you’re talking about, with this drone and people shit. Okay, I get what you say about Lotus. She’s ambitious and is only concerned with herself. I can’t speak for Janice; I’ve never met her.”
“She was a piece of work, let me tell you.” His lips were a thin line.
“Well, I’m not her. Give me a break, will ya? I’m learning the ropes. They hired me because I wasn’t like Janice. There’s tension here and I’m going to find out why and get rid of it. So guess what, Mason? That means I do see the staff as people. I want to get to know them better, even you.” His face softened a little, the scowl dropping from his face.
“I don’t trust that new guy, Sam. I’m glad it wasn’t you who hired him.” His chin dropped and his dark eyes looked directly into mine.
“Well for what it’s worth, it wasn’t Lotus either. Dev hired him.”
That familiar smirk reappeared on his face. “That figures.”
We both startled as the door to the storeroom opened. Sam’s head was cocked to the side as he looked from Mason to me.
Did we look as guilty as I felt? “Mason was showing me the storeroom. I’m new here like you, Sam and exploring all the nooks and crannies, getting a better feel for operations. Thanks Mason.” I brushed by Mason, smiling brightly at Sam.
“Yeah, I caught some of the exploration going on at your table at lunch.” Sam’s voice was low, almost a mutter.
The blood rose to my cheeks. What the hell. This man had been employed here for less than three hours and was making snide remarks to his boss. And in front of another staff member!
“Sam, you are aware of the nature of Eros Inc., aren’t you? Did you do any research about it before Dev hired you? In case you failed to do your research, let me enlighten you. It’s a sex club. And if your boss—that’s me, by the way—and the Manager of Entertainment wish to favor a client with our sexual attention, then you will accept that without comment. Have I made myself clear?” My voice was soft and sweet, despite the fact that my hands were resting on my hips and I was mere inches from his face.
As I turned to wind my way back to the table with Ginger and Gus, I noticed Mason looking at the floor, a grin on his mouth. Well, that was something. Apparently a smile didn’t shatter his stony face. As for Sam, how long would it take for him to report this to Dev?
Adrenaline still raced through me as I strode back to my table. My anger must have been pretty apparent.
“Hey, what’s up? Did Mason say anything to upset you?” Ginger leaned over the table towards me as I took my seat next to Gus.
“No, not him. Our new employee Sam had something to say about our earlier activities, when I was telling Gus about my evening.” I picked up the sandwich and took a small bite.
“Ah, he’s just jealous. You can tell me bedtime stories anytime, Cerise.” Gus’s hand patted my leg under the table. His smile was so open and warm that I couldn’t stop myself from smiling in return.
“Gus is right. All the same, we’d probably be wise to keep an eye on Sam.” Ginger was looking at the bar, where Sam stood frowning at us.
Chapter 2: Strap On
I was scanning the staff listing on the monitor when Ginger tapped on the door frame of my office. I was just about done anyway, so logged out. “So, are you ready to do the planning for the private party now? Gus has left?”
Her green eyes sparkled and her cheeks were rosy and glowing. She put one hand on her heart, the other on her forehead and flopped into the chair in front of the desk.
“That man. I swear after a romp with him, working will be a relief. Have you ever done it while balancing on a swing, holding your feet next to your head as you’re spinning around on a hard cock?”
“No, can’t say that I have…but it sounds like fun.” The mental picture of this caused a spark of excitement between my legs. Would Nick like to try this? “Where’s this swing? I don’t remember seeing one in the Great Room.”
“No, it’s in the playroom on the second floor. The guys are setting up equipment for the Swinger’s night. Gus and I thought we’d take it for a test drive. Oh my God, it was awesome.” She sat up straight in the chair and leaned forward across the desk. “I’ll show you after we’ve got the party details squared away.” Her eyebrows wiggled at me above a lewd smile.
“You’re incorrigible and I love it. Lotus asked to use my office this afternoon, finishing up some report. Then that’s it. She’s back to her cubbyhole on the first floor. Hey, what do you think of this color?” I reached for the paint chips I had picked up yesterday, to show her.
“I like that one. It would be an easy color to live with.”
I grinned. It was the same shade of light taupe that I had picked. “Great. The painters are coming tomorrow. That’s my new office color. Lotus hates it.”
I got up and we left the office. “So what fantasy has our client requested?” We walked down the stairs instead of taking the elevator.
“There are two clients actually—a rich banker and his trophy wife. She’s always wanted to be a naughty young cowgirl. Y’know, very short denim skirt, gingham blouse tied just under her breasts, even pigtails. She’s supposed to be cleaning out the horse stalls but she’s naughty and horny. Instead of cleaning, she’s lying in the hay mound and playing with herself. Three, handsome and horny ranch-hands find her. And you can guess the rest—gangbang. One of the guys is her husband. Her birthday’s coming up and this is one of his presents.” She smiled at me before opening the door to her office.
It was even smaller than Lotus’s. Her fingers trailed across the roses on her desk as she walked by. From the warm look on her face, she was thinking of Gus. She sat down and reached for a file in the cabinet beside her.
“So do we create the hay mound upstairs? That sounds pretty messy.” I took a seat across from her.
“No, no. It’s got to be authentic. I’ve contacted a farmer about an hour outside of the city. He’s renting his barn to us for a couple of hours, and has agreed to vacate the property. We have to ensure our clients’ privacy. This is an easy one—no catering requirements. But we have to film it for them. I’ve taken photography classes so that’ll be my job. I’d like you to come along to get a feel for these bookings.” She opened the file and pushed it towards me.
Wow. The fees for this were expensive. This guy must really love his wife.
“Yeah, for sure. Count me in. When is it?” I looked up from the accounting sheet.
“Tomorrow afternoon at two. We’ll have to be there an hour early in order to set up the cameras and check that there’s no one at the ranch. It was the only time that the farmer would agree to.”
“I can hardly believe what they’re paying for this. The guy must be loaded.” I watched as Ginger put the file back in the cabinet and opened a box behind her. She scooped out a large red velvet pouch and stood up.
“Yes, the clients are very upscale. But you know, with their clothes off, they’re just like an
ybody else. Nudity is a great social equalizer. And speaking of which… I promised to show you the swing. Ready?”
Oh, the little devil. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was going to give me a full demonstration. My panties were wet at the thought. “Ever ready, just like the battery.” I giggled and followed her out.
We raced each other up the stairs and down the hall, laughing like schoolgirls. She reached the door first and flung it open. There it was, the infamous swing, hanging about a foot above the king sized bed. She closed the door and began to remove her clothes. A shiver went through me when her fingers opened her blouse. Her breasts were pushing over the top of her lacy white bra. As I undid my own blouse, I watched her unhook the bra, letting the straps drift down her arms.
I couldn’t resist. Before I knew it, my hands were holding her warm globes, scraping my fingernails over her nipples. Her mouth met mine and we kissed long and sensuously, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She pushed my blouse down my arms and I reluctantly let my hands leave her breasts for the sleeves to slip by them. I kneaded and pulled at her tits as she undid my bra. Now her hands were pulling my breasts. Her fingers tweaking the nipples.
She unbuttoned my skirt and pushed it down, catching my panties in the bunch of the fabric. Her hands were on my thighs. My breath was hot and ragged hoping she would touch my clit.
She broke off the kiss. Her breath was hot in my ear. “Get on the swing. I have a surprise for you.”
I stepped out of the skirt and slipped the high heels off. My knee was now on the bed and I pulled on the rope of the swing, easing up to sit on it. How had Ginger managed to lift her legs so that her feet were close to her head? She must be a gymnast in addition to everything else.
Oh my God. My mouth dropped open when I saw her walk to the bed. She was wearing a strap on black dildo that vibrated. She climbed on the bed and lay down so that the dildo was against my pussy. Reaching down she separated my lips and pressed it against my clit. Oh fuck, the sensation was incredible. I spread my legs farther apart, grinding into it, closing my eyes.
Moaning softly, I leaned back, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to my dripping pussy. Just don’t stop was the only thought in my head.
I felt her slip it deep inside me, arching her hips upward. The swing was now moving, turning slowly. I lifted my legs to free the movement. I slowly spun on the vibrating cock inside me. Facing sideways, it was huge, grinding softly. Oh God. I moved my hips wanting more.
Ginger’s eyes were mere slits, lips parted as she thrust upward into me. She moaned, her head twisting from side to side.
My body convulsed as a hot wet orgasm flooded through me. I squeezed the hard vibrator she was fucking me with and cried out. My body slumped and I was hardly able to hold onto the rope of the swing. She turned me so that I was facing her. Her red lips smiled, the green eyes barely open in the smooth face, and lustrous red hair flowing over the pillow took my breath away. “You’re gorgeous. Anyone ever tell you that?”
She grinned and removed the dildo from inside me. “You just like my hot cock, you slut. And look who’s talking. The Greek goddess.”
I slipped off the swing and straddled her waist before bending over to kiss her. Her arms went around my neck and she eased me to the side to lie next to her. I snuggled my lips into the soft perfumed warmth of her neck, holding her breast.
“You’re crazy about Gus, aren’t you?” My fingers played with her nipple feeling the hard tip roll at my touch.
“You could tell, eh?” Her hand stroked my hair.
“I can tell he’s nuts about you, too. But how does he handle you working here? He knows you have sex with other people. Doesn’t he get jealous? Or is that his kink?”
“We have an open relationship. We both love each other exclusively and sex with other people is just recreation, kind of like having a game of badminton or something. He had a tough time before I met him. His wife left him for another guy and hurt him pretty bad. Now, with me he’s happy again. If I was ever to get married and have kids, it’d be with him. But for now, we’re in a place that we both like.”
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes before she asked. “What about you? Are you starting to fall for Nick?”
“Um… I don’t know. Maybe.”
She placed her hand on mine and turned to face me, her expression seemed sad or worried?
“Nick is a confirmed bachelor. I watched Janice fall for him and then get hurt. I don’t want you to make the same mistake.” Her lips closed and her eyes bored into me for a few seconds. “And there’s something else. I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t like you and you have to promise you won’t repeat this to anyone.”
I nodded my head. This sounded serious.
“There’re problems at the engineering firm. I don’t know all the details but there’s money missing. Gus is doing an audit to find what happened and will be reporting to their Board of Directors in two weeks. The only other people with signing authority are Nick and Dev. So try to not get emotionally involved with either of them. Somebody will probably be going to jail.”
I sat up and stared at her. “But Nick is the senior partner. It wouldn’t be him.” This was incredible. Nick wouldn’t do anything to hurt his company, would he? And if he did, why? No. The more obvious person would be Dev. But even that didn’t make sense. He was a partner.
“Remember, you didn’t hear this from me. Gus would kill me if he knew I had said anything. Enough pillow talk. We’d better get up.” She scooted by me and started to get dressed.
“No worries. I won’t say a word.” I rose and picked up my panties and skirt.
Ten minutes later we left the room and parted for the evening. Ginger was going home and I was going to my apartment upstairs. It had been a few days since I’d cooked a meal for myself. And a soak in the hot tub, with a glass of wine and good book sounded exactly right—a welcome break from the intrigue of Nick, Dev, Lotus and Eros Inc.
Chapter 3: Roll in the Hay
I wore a jean skirt, boots and denim jacket over a tank top as I walked the grounds of the property. I was a little early for the engagement with Ginger and felt like some fresh air. There wouldn’t be that many days of summer left to do that. Although June was my favorite month because of the flowers and lushness of the grass, late summer, with autumn around the corner was nice. My fingers touched the bloom of an early Chrysanthemum and I plucked a flower that had wilted.
“So, you’ve got a green thumb, in addition to your other talents?”
I jumped and spun around to see Mason’s familiar smirk. Just like him to sneak up and scare me like that.
“I grew up in a small town. My mother always had a flower garden, so yes, I’ve got some talent. What’s your excuse for being out here? Shouldn’t you be at the bar?” But he was wearing tight jeans and a dark T shirt, a bit too casual for tending bar.
“Not today. Ginger has recruited me to drive the van to some farm in the country. The regular driver called in sick.” He bent over and pulled a weed from the flower bed.
Great. The last time I had driven with Mason had been a barrel of laughs. Thank God, there’d be Ginger and other people to talk to. But what about when we got there? Would he be standing next to Ginger and I while she filmed? Suddenly, a cloud descended on my day.
“I’m going as well. Try not to get a ticket this time.” I glanced at him, expecting some sort of smartass remark. Oh my. He was actually quite good looking when he smiled.
“Promise me you’ll sit in the back and we should be okay. It was your fault and you know it. C’mon. We’d better get moving.” Even his eyes seemed to smile at me as his hand swept downward in a courtly gesture. He should keep taking whatever happy pills he’d taken this morning. It was a drastic improvement.
“So, how are things going with the new manager?” I glanced to the side, at him. He had a nice profile when he smiled.
“He asks a lot of questions that I’d h
ave thought he’d already know. I’m not sure I buy that he’s had lots of experience. And, I don’t think he’s any fan of yours, the way you put him in his place yesterday. You’d better watch your back. He’s been pretty chummy with Lotus as well.” He stopped and looked at me.
“I’m still trying to figure you out. What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? I know it’s corny, but it’s honest.” His face had become serious as he stared into my eyes.
It was almost as if he knew me, like we’d been friends for years. That he knew I had no experience in running a place like Eros Inc. It was a little disconcerting.
“I could ask you the same thing y’know.” I looked over his shoulder at Ginger who had just arrived. “Hi.”
“Hey Cowgirl. Ready for a roll in the hay? Would you get the van Mason, please.” Her smile flashed at Mason for a second then landed on me.
Good. She was wearing jeans and a tank top as well.
Two men, I recognized as part of her Unicorn troupe were walking down the stairs towards us.
“Hey Tex, Buck. How y’all doin’?” She turned and grinned at them.
“Hi Ginger, Cerise. Look at me, all cowboy’d up. You’d never guess that I once wanted to be the lead singer at the Metropolitan Opera. I’m Tony by the way and this is Steve, not Tex and Buck…yet.”
He extended his hand to shake mine. Tony was dark, almost Greek or Italian looking. His white teeth gleamed at me from a classically, handsome face. I could almost picture him in a tuxedo, singing opera but he was also doing justice to the tailored cowboy shirt and tight jeans.
Steve took the cowboy hat from his blond head and held it to his chest, bowing low. “Pleased to meet you Ma’am. You’re purd-yer than a glob of butter meltin’ on a stack of wheat cakes.”
“And you’re slicker than a harpooned hippo. Nice to meet both of you.” I couldn’t help laughing, getting into the spirit of this. It was hard to believe we were going to be part of a couple’s erotic fantasy.