by Nella Tyler
“I like real estate, but I like to work with my hands more. I think if I ended up in real estate I’d always want to be on site and supervising the construction so I could play with the tools.”
For a moment, I ignored the obvious flirt about playing with the tools.
“Yes, getting involved in a renovation is the most fun. So rewarding. What do you do?” I asked, although I clearly already knew the answer.
Dinner continued on fantastically well. It was better than any choreographed date that I could have planned. We drank a bottle of wine between the two of us and I could see the flush as it filled her cheeks.
Her laughter and playfulness were delightful and my need to fuck her had somewhere, somehow changed. I wanted to know this woman. I wanted to know all about her.
“Can I take you someplace?” I asked as we left the restaurant.
“Your place?” Alicia joked.
“Well yes, there of course. But I’d like to take you to my favorite little place to get a nightcap. Do you want to join me?”
Alicia just shook her head yes and we stood outside Genoa’s waiting for our car. She moved her hair to one side of her neck and again I was faced with the urge to kiss her neck. But this time I couldn’t resist.
My hand followed hers and held her hair off to one side as I leaned down from behind her and let my lips gently touch the back of her neck. She froze, but she didn’t move away. I felt her tilt her neck to the side and open it up for my lips to explore even more. I finally got a good look at her tattoo; it said “Dream.” I wondered why she had chosen it, but decided I should ask her later.
Gently I let my lips kiss up her neck to just below her earlobe. I could feel her pulse under my touch. I could see it quicken with each touch of my lips.
Her delicate, pale skin was so smooth. It was obvious that Alicia took good care of herself. I could smell the deliciousness of her skin products. I felt like I could literally have eaten her up right there, so it was a disappointment when the car pulled up.
She reached back and grabbed for my hand as we walked the few steps to the car. Her gentle touch again instilled electricity into my body. Although we only touched for a brief moment, I knew I needed to feel her more. I had to have more. I had to feel that electricity again.
Chapter Seven
Something changed with Alicia as we walked into the bar, Nightly Sinners. It was like she put a self-inflicted brake onto the flirting she had been doing. She didn’t reach for me and she didn’t give me any more of her sexy jokes. I thought, perhaps, that I had crossed that thin line when I had kissed her neck. But she was still there with me, so there was hope.
“So why do you love this place so much?” Alicia asked as she looked around the dark club.
The club was very dark; they used dark light bulbs and didn’t have a shred of normal light at all. The bartenders even used black lights when they needed to look for something. The darkness was only part of the appeal. The music was another thing I loved. The soulful sounds of jazz, rock and any number of other genres mixed and matched throughout the night to lull you into a sense of calmness.
“It’s relaxing without being sexy. I think it does a great job of serving the purpose of what they want people to come in here for.”
“Very true. It’s important in the business world to give people what they want. I’m trying to do that right now with my business.”
It was finally time to delve into the business dealings. She had opened up the door to discuss her company. It was with mixed emotions that I would go through that door. I wanted to know more about her IPO, but I had enjoyed the flirting so very much.
“What are you doing with your business?”
“Under advisement from my team, we are going to release our company to the public,” Alicia did not seem happy about the news at all. “It’s what you’re supposed to do. Right?”
In fact, I thought I saw a sign of sadness in her eyes. Usually, companies were excited for the infusion of cash that an IPO would offer them. It wasn’t often that I saw someone look so downright sad at the prospect.
“You’re not happy?”
“No. I’m an artist. I started my company purely for that. It has gotten so huge and so out of control that I don’t have control over it at all anymore.”
“Well if it’s your company, you should get to decide.”
“Yes, if only that was how the business world worked.” She sighed. “So what about you? Tell me more about your real estate.”
I couldn’t lie to her, but I really didn’t have much experience in real estate. My own condo purchasing and remodeling was about my extent of real estate experience, but that seemed enough for now.
“I bought an old outdated condo to start and then renovated it with a friend. It was the first time I felt truly accomplished in my life. I continued to sell off one condo and then buy another until I got here.”
It wasn’t a lie. The truth was that was how I had purchased my current condo. Always buying something that needed to be renovated and then selling it off after I had finished making it looked undeniably perfect. I didn’t do the work myself, but I did give a lot of input into the designs and ideas that I thought would work best.
“Everyone starts somewhere. Are you doing well now?” she asked.
Many women had asked if I was rich in some sort of roundabout way, but when Alicia asked I didn’t feel like she meant it that way. It felt different. Like she was genuinely interested to know if my business was doing well. Some women would downright ask me how much I made each year. I had started lying to whatever women I could about what I did for a living. If they thought I was a bar manager or a law clerk, it was much less likely that they would focus on the amount of money that I made.
Money was a joy of mine, but I didn’t need the women I was fucking to know just how much I made each year. I needed something to be kept private.
“Yes, I’m doing very well. Always learning and looking at new areas, though. I think that is the key to any business. You always have to analyze your downside and build up your upside.”
“Exactly,” Alicia said as she stared off into the bar.
She wasn’t there with me. For that moment, I could tell her mind was clearly somewhere outside of that bar. It was alright with me, though. I enjoyed watching her without worry that she would notice.
My eyes leered at her breasts as I saw the top mounds exposed from her dress. It was a classy dress and she certainly didn’t intend to entice me as much as she was, but it was sexy because it fit every curve on her body. I found my eyes lingering on her breasts and wondered what she would do when I wrapped my lips around her nipples. I loved when a woman was ultra sensitive to having her nipples played with, I loved to hear them moan as I pulled on them hard with my mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m distracted. Did you say something?” Alicia asked as she came back to the present time.
“Nope, I was just staring at you like a stalker,” I joked as I finally looked away from her breasts.
“I should probably get going. This IPO is really stressing me out. I’m afraid I won’t be good company for much longer. I just feel so out of control with all the business talk. It’s like my company is slipping away from me.”
“I know a little about investing. Can I help you at all?”
The sadness in her voice had caused me to offer help when the last thing I wanted her to know about me was my connection to the stock market.
“No, I think I’ll just have to figure this one out for myself. Thank you though.”
Alicia got up from the table and started to leave.
I scrambled to pay the check and ran after her. The abruptness in which she left the bar had me worried.
“Let me take you home,” I said as I got my phone out and summoned a car.
“I’ll be alright. Thank you for a nice evening. I think the wine has just gotten to me. I need to lay down.”
“My apartment is right there,” I said as
I pointed up at the building across the street. “You are welcome to come home with me. I might even be able to behave myself and let you rest.”
I genuinely offered her to come to my home and sleep. What had come over me? I had never once said such a thing and actually meant it. Surely I had come down with some sort of illness.
“I’ll head home for tonight. Thanks again, Evan. I enjoyed our night.”
Alicia leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and then threw her hand up in the air. Within ten seconds, a cab had stopped for her, proving my thought that cabs just liked to stop for pretty ladies. I had never gotten a cab so quick in all of my life.
“Again?” I asked as I opened the cab for her. “Should we go out again sometime?”
“Let me finish this business deal and I’ll call you.”
She leaned in close to me and her lips gently touched mine. The softness of her skin against mine was too much for my body to resist and my cock got hard with excitement. But before I could reach for her and pull her close to me, Alicia had slid into the cab and closed her door. She sped off toward her upper east side apartment and I was left standing there with a rock hard cock and no electric lips to wrap around it.
Stunned was a good way to describe what I felt. The whole night had gone nothing like I had planned it. I hadn’t expected to enjoy talking to Alicia so much. I certainly hadn’t planned to be standing alone at the end of the night.
I made my way across the street to my apartment. I slumped into my couch as I thought about Alicia and the night. She seemed to hate the idea that her IPO was happening. That made me sad. It was such an exciting time for businesses, certainly something that she should be proud of. Her company had grown enough that it could be sold on the New York Stock Exchange. Did she understand how many small companies would love to be her?
The night was young and I couldn’t sleep. I tried to watch some television, but nothing had caught my eye. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had turned my television on. I sat there blankly staring at some hospital show before I gave up and decided to go down to Edwards on 5th. I needed to fuck someone. I needed to get rid of the pent up energy inside of me.
Chapter Eight
I saw the woman I wanted to bring home almost instantly as I walked into Edwards. She was young, blonde, and looked like the biggest bitch in the bar. I didn’t want a sweet girl. I needed a down and dirty woman that I could really give a good fucking too.
Her Gucci purse and other name brand clothing were a sure sign that this woman wanted a guy with money. I was fine with flaunting my money to get a good lay. There was a delicate balance to getting a girl like her up to my apartment. You had to make it look good in front of her friends.
“Well, you ladies are certainly the prettiest in the bar. Hi, I’m Evan.” I said as I walked straight up to the group and introduced myself.
These were the kind of girls that liked to be complimented on their looks. I wasn’t exactly sure why they were hanging out at this end of town, but they certainly didn’t fit in with all the Wall Street women I normally saw around my house.
“Aren’t you just a tall drink of water,” the blonde that I purposely let my eyes linger on said to me.
“Yes, ma’am. Can I buy you, ladies, a drink? I did very well today on the market and would love a group of sexy ladies to celebrate with.”
I made sure to keep my eyes glued on the blonde that I wanted.
“Sure,” she said. “I’m Kaitlin.”
“Well, Kaitlin, it is my pleasure to meet you. What has brought you lovely ladies to my neck of the woods?”
“Kim is getting married this weekend,” one of the brunettes said as she pushed a young blonde girl forward.
“Well, Kim, that’s a lucky man you have there,” I said as I focused my attention back to Kaitlin. “Would you ladies mind if I stole Kaitlin away for a minute?”
Asking permission, to steal their friend, it always sealed the deal. It was amazing how willingly women were willing to throw their friend to a strange man. All he had to do was flirt, be polite and flash some money. Easy as that.
As I walked with Kaitlin over to a private table in the corner, I knew I would have her. There was no resistance. No possibility that I couldn’t play this girl.
“You are beautiful Kaitlin. I’m sorry, I think I might have said that already,” I pretended to be embarrassed.
“You are so sweet. Thanks, Evan.”
She twirled her blond locks between her fingers and licked her lips. I couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. Her sweet, southern style was likely to make for a very fun night when I got her to my bed.
“So how long are you in town for?”
“Oh, we are just here through the weekend.”
Her sweet smile actually surprised me a little. I had expected her to be a pretentious upper east side girl who just wanted a guy for his money. She seemed sweeter than that, although I was confident that my money angle was still the best way to go.
“That makes me sad. I’d really like to get to know you more.”
“Oh yeah? Ask me anything. I’m an open book,” she replied as she leaned into me.
“Do you know anything about paint colors?”
She laughed. I knew she had expected me to ask something inappropriate or deranged. I could only guess how many times she had been asked such questions by men.
“Yes, I do. I helped decorate my families bed and breakfast,” she replied.
And just like that I had nailed my in with this girl. She smiled and I felt the release of her trepidation about me. She leaned even closer to me and her hand touched my arm.
We continued to talk for about 30 minutes. I pretended to be interested in her life and she swooned over every word I said. The game was in full motion and I was about to checkmate the queen.
Her friends waved as they left the bar and one of them came up and whispered something to Kaitlin before she left. It was the obligatory ‘be safe’ comment that girlfriends gave each other before sending one off to the wolf’s den with me.
I conveniently convinced her to come with me to my apartment to help me decide which color I should paint the walls. It was a cheap line, but since it worked; I was perfectly fine using it.
As we walked into the lobby of my building, I could see her eyes widened as she took in the gold that surrounded her. Inside her head, she probably thought how lucky she was to have caught a rich guy.
Needless to say, she had not caught anything except the really good night of fucking that she had ahead. I didn’t want to date this girl. I didn’t even want to know her phone number. The only thing on my mind was releasing the built up tension that I had from my earlier date with Alicia.
Alicia had done a number on me. My mind wasn’t clear and my body certainly had not gotten the necessary enjoyment out of the night. This girl would just have to do for the time being. I had to have a release.
In the elevator, I pulled Kaitlin close to me and kissed her. Gently we moved our lips and I tried to maintain my gentleman-like presence for just a little longer. It was a balance between letting her know that I wanted her, but still trying to let the whole thing be her idea.
If a girl could turn it around and make fucking me her idea; that opened the door for a night of fantastic fun.
I teased her a little by biting her lip and let my hand slide down her body and around to grab her ass. She did have a delightful ass. I couldn’t wait to see it up in the air as I pounded into her.
She pressed away from me as the door opened on our floor and I grabbed her hand to pull her into the hallway. I let her pause to look at the number of doors on my floor. Yep, only two doors there. She took that in and then followed me to my condo.
As I opened the door, the view of the city couldn’t have looked any more perfect. The clear night sky let all the lights shine brightly into my living room. Oh, how I loved my condo. It really was a fabulous view.
“Wow,” Kait
lin said as she walked straight toward the floor to ceiling windows.
“It nice, isn’t it?”
I walked up behind her and let my hands sit on her hips and I pulled her ass against my cock. I wasn’t hard yet, but it was only a matter of minutes before I would have her lips sucking me.
“Yes. It’s amazing.”
“So what color do you think would look best here?” I asked as she turned around.
I didn’t give her a chance to answer, though. I pressed her up against the glass and kissed her. I was sweet, not like what I wanted to be that night. But I suspected she needed a sweet guy more than a good fucking. I would have to oblige; it was too late in the evening to find another girl.
Our tongues twisted together and I felt my cock get hard with excitement. She moved her tongue like a professional and I got excited to think about what she could do when she gave me head.
“Hmmm, I think a light blue would look nice,” she said as she moved her lips away from mine and looked into the room.
I still had her against the window and I liked her there.
My hands reached for her blouse and I pulled it up so I could have access to her breasts. With one quick movement, I had released her bra and then pulled her blouse totally off. She moaned a sweet little moan as her breasts were exposed and I took one of her nipples into my mouth.
Then it happened. I wasn’t sure if it was the excitement from me sucking on her nipple or just a desire she had to be in control, but she moved down to her knees and pulled my cock out. I leaned over and let my hands rest on the glass as I looked down at the city.
Her mouth moved firmly and rhythmically and I felt myself building up quickly. My mind was blank and I couldn’t think at all about anything except how fucking hot it would be to fuck her right there against that glass window.
The idea that only a half of inch of glass prevented us from plummeted to our death was erotic. It was something I had never done, which there really wasn’t too many things that I hadn’t done.