by Jessie Cooke
The kid brushed a thick piece of hair off his forehead. I could see now that he was probably still in his teens. I’d never heard mention of a son when I was with her. That would have been nine or ten years ago. I wonder where the kid was when she was throwing all of those “play” parties.
“Hello,” he said, sullenly.
“Nice to meet you, Braeden. It was great to see you, Glenda,” I lied. I also lied about her looking fabulous…she looks like hell.
“You can join us if you like…”
“No,” God, I loved saying that to her. “I have a conference call I have to take,” I lied again. “Take care.”
“You too!” she called after me. I was already making a hasty retreat…seriously; balls were rolling around in the belly. I sat down, ordered my lunch and took out my phone. As I scrolled through my email my mind went back to that last day with Glenda. Maybe I should thank her, it was what made me the Dom that I am today.
Glenda was already in her mid-thirties then, but she was hot. She’d married a filthy rich old guy in her twenties and then just sat back and bided her time. He kicked the bucket when she was thirty. He left her filthy rich and with time on her hands to act out her deepest sexual fantasies. Glenda liked to inflict pain. She liked it a lot. Too much.
I shuddered when I thought of our last encounter together…that had almost been my last encounter with anyone and I’m not being dramatic… “Here you are Mr. Maxwell,” the waiter said, bringing me out of my reverie. He sat the delicious soup and sandwich down in front of me and as I ate, I told myself that I wasn’t allowed to think about that night…nothing good could come of it. Instead I remembered the first night I met her…the night I’d decided I wanted to be a part of the BDSM culture. After Glenda, I would change to being a “Top,” but back then I was so young and inexperienced that I didn’t even know I had options.
It was the summer after I graduated from high school and my eighteenth birthday. My best friend John and I had plans to go to an over eighteen club that night. They were having an open mic night and I was an up and coming artist…or so I thought back then. That’s another story. This night when I got to John’s house, his hot step-mom had a friend over. She introduced me to Glenda and told her that it was my birthday. Glenda was dressed in this outrageous leopard jumpsuit. She looked like cat woman with double “D” tits. My teenage hormones were raging.
John and I went out, but the club was lame and there were no talent scouts there like they had advertised. The open mic was no better than a karaoke bar and growing bored early, we went back to his house to steal a bottle of his Dad’s bourbon and watch porn. His dad was out of town on business and John assured me his step-mom would be drunk and passed out by that time. The house was dark when we got back. We put on the movie in the den and cracked open the liquor. About half-way through the bottle of bourbon and the movie when my teenaged cock was stretched to its absolute limits…Glenda the cat lady came down the stairs. That was a shock. The fact that she was leading John’s naked step-mother by a leash was enough to literally make me come in my pants. It was the most satisfying, mortifying moment of my young life.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Glenda said. John’s step-mom kept her eyes on the floor. John’s eyes were on her tits. “Are you two being bad boys?”
“I’m sorry…” I started. Glenda brought a finger to her silicone injected lips. I shut up. She looked at John’s face and then down at his crotch and said,
“Johnny, will you take your mommy upstairs for me? I’d like to wish your friend a happy birthday.” John looked like he was frozen…with fear…but he still had a tent in his pants. Lucky bastard, mine were soaking wet with my own come.
“I-I-um…”
“It’s okay baby, she doesn’t mind, do you?” His step-mom looked up then and said,
“Oh no Mistress Glenda…if that’s what you’d like.”
Glenda ran a long, pink tongue across her lips and she said, “I’d like it very much if you were to suck Johnny’s young cock while I get to know Axel.”
“Yes mistress. I’d like that too.” John looked like he was going to have a heart attack as the leash was handed off to him. I was mesmerized by the sight of him leading his step-mother up the stairs naked. I was sure this was a kinky dream of some kind right up until Glenda sat down and said,
“Kneel down here in front of me boy.” I didn’t know what to do…so I knelt. She smiled and said, “It’s your birthday today?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Fuck if I knew. “Yes, it’s my birthday,” I tried.
“You’re a bad boy, Axel. You watch porn, you drink bourbon, you forget to call me ma’am…and look at that,” she said, touching my crotch and causing me to have a mini-seizure, “You came in your pants.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“For which part?” she asked.
“Um…all of it?”
“Stand up,” she ordered. Again, I did as I was told. The seizure started again as her hands went to the button of my jeans. I thought I was going to get a blow-job. My cock was rock hard again before she got me stripped down. “Lay across my lap,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“Lay across my lap. You’ve been a bad boy…you need to be punished.”
I was too horny to do anything but what she told me. Feeling strange, I lay across her lap and positioned myself across her right thigh. It was both erotic and humiliating, but my cock seemed to love it. I’d never been so hard. I felt her hand between my cheeks, caressing me there and my brain almost exploded as she said, “Mm, you have such a nice little ass. Perfect for spanking,” she slid her hand down between my legs and gave the base of my cock a squeeze.
“Oh fuck…”
“Aw, you like that?” she asked. I nodded. That was when I felt the first “Whack” of her bare hand. “You’re a bad, bad boy, Axel.” Whack! “Your cock is so hard that it’s cutting into my thighs. Is this turning you on, Axel?”
“Yes.” Whack!
“Yes what?”
“Yes ma’am.” She stopped to rub my ass cheeks before saying,
“I’m going to give you sixteen more now for your birthday Axel, would you like that?”
I squeaked out another, “Yes Ma’am.” I knew it was weird, but I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my young life. This was like discovering masturbation all over again.
“Ask me for it, Axel. Tell me you’re a bad boy and you need a spanking.”
I didn’t hesitate, “I’ve been so bad. I’m such a bad boy.” Glenda spanked me that night until I came again. I went home humiliated and confused…but that was the beginning of my love/hate relationship with both Glenda and BDSM. It only got weirder from there.
2
Holly
I was working my last day as a temp for the most incredibly boring accountant in New York when Maggie called me. I love Maggie. She treats me like a daughter instead of an employee and she always gives it to me straight…that was why I found our conversation today a little bit unnerving.
“Hey sweetie, I have another job for you if you want it.”
“Yes! I was so worried about being out of work and how I was going to make my car payment and rent! You’re my hero, Maggie.”
There was a long pause…very unlike Maggie. “Well baby girl…this one is…different, to say the least.”
“Different? How so?”
“Do you know who Axel Maxwell is?”
“No.”
Maggie sighed. “He’s a self-made billionaire. He owns a record label called Twisted Entertainment. Have you ever heard of it?”
“No.” She sighed again.
“Let me start by saying I love Axel. He’s like a son to me, albeit if he were actually my son I’m sure I’d find a lot of his antics a lot less entertaining.”
“Okay…”
“His employees love working for him and some of them have been with him since he started t
he business eight years ago. He’s one of the most generous employers my agency has ever worked with. He not only out-pays everyone else…he offers a lot of job perks…”
“Wow Maggie! This sounds great! I can’t believe one of the other girls with more seniority didn’t snatch this one up.”
“You’re so enthusiastic. Axel is going to love that…”
“Maggie, why do you sound so…hesitant about giving me this job?”
“I have a confidentiality contract with Axel. What I can tell you is that the longest any secretary temp I’ve ever sent him has lasted was six months. That was only because he didn’t find her attractive. He said she reminded him of his mother. The others average a month at best.”
“Why?”
“Well, that’s where it gets tricky. I can’t disclose the reasons they’ve left because of the contract. I can tell you that they were all given a very generous parting package by him on their way out the door…and if you don’t like it there, you are welcome to leave at any time and I will do my best to find you another position…no questions asked.”
“This sounds…weird, Maggie. It sounds too good to be true on the one hand and like you’re trying to talk me out of it on the other.”
“I know. You can say no.”
I really couldn’t. I’d gone through nearly all my savings since losing the job I had as the executive assistant to the CFO of one of the major retailers in town. It was a sweet deal that I’d landed purely by accident. I met him through the accountant I was working for, his secretary had a heart attack and he called me. I worked there for almost a year and I really liked the job. Then the economy got bad and the retailer started closing stores and laying people off that didn’t have much seniority. I was one of the first to go. Luckily, I was a good saver. I had enough to last me at least half a year. I’d taken the job with Maggie’s firm while I looked for another full-time one. That was over six months ago and I had no savings and very few prospects.
“Does he want to interview me?”
“No. If you want the job it’s yours…he needs you there at two today though.”
“Oh…wow, okay. Um…well, I’ll be there,” I told her.
“Just remember that you’re free to leave any time you feel like you need to honey.”
Weird. “Okay Maggie. Thank you.”
After I talked to Maggie I finished what I needed to do for the accountant. He only needed me for tax season. Today is the first of May and my last day here. I went in and thanked him and said good-bye. He looked up at me with his tired, dull-gray eyes and said,
“Mm hmm, thanks.” It was touching.
I drove my most prized possession, my Scion FRS-Coupe the five blocks to my favorite diner to meet Mark for lunch. My car is a topaz blue with black leather interior and black aluminum alloy wheels. It cost more than I can afford now, but I was in love with it by the time I lost my job and couldn’t bear to give it up. I love to drive…it’s one of my passions.
When I got to the diner Mark was already seated in “our” booth. He didn’t see me come in, so I was able to observe him for a few minutes without him seeing me. Mark is twenty-six, two years older than me. He works for an internet marketing firm and he wears suits to work every day. I’m always trying to get him to buy better quality suits. The ones he wears always either look too big or too small and are made out of some funky polyester material. Nothing turns me on more than a sharp-dressed man. It’s a good thing that Mark has so many other great qualities. He still wears his dark brown hair with a side part and combed over…the way his mother had undoubtedly fixed it when he was a kid. His skin is so white that he has to wear SPF 50 to walk out to his car in the summer time and when he tries to grow a beard, it comes in thinner than the fuzz on a peach. But despite all of that, he’s really a good-looking guy. He’d be gorgeous if he’d put some effort into it. He’s a computer nerd at heart though even though he goes to the gym every morning and keeps himself in good shape…he does nothing to show that off. I love him and he’s so incredibly sweet…but I just wish he was hotter sometimes.
He looked up as I slid into the booth across from him. “Hey beautiful, how was your last day?”
The waitress brought our iced teas. I thanked her and then thanked Mark for ordering for me. Then I said, “My last day was as boring as the last month…but guess what?”
“What?”
“Maggie got me another job already!”
“Fantastic! Doing what?” The waitress brought our identical turkey sandwiches on white. Mark ordered us the same thing every time. He thinks it’s what I want so I don’t say anything. I’d much rather have a grilled cheese on sour dough. Once the waitress was gone I said,
“The job is working as a personal secretary for some music mogul if you can believe that.”
“A music mogul? Who is it?”
“His name is Axel Maxwell….”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. Not at all. You know of him?”
“Baby he’s famous. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him. We’ve been trying to get him to advertise with us for months. I can’t even get him to call me back. He is reportedly worth billions.”
“That’s what Maggie said. She says he pays really well and offers other “perks.” Anyways, I’m just happy to have a job.”
“I’m happy for you,” he said. Then he wiggled his eyebrows and said, “Celebratory sex tonight?”
I gave him a tight smile. I had to wonder if we were scheduling our sex and giving it nicknames like “celebratory” when were still both in our twenties…how dull was it going to be by the time we were both forty? “Sure,” I told him…sadly, not even a little bit excited about it. I love Mark, but if our sex life got any more routine instead of vanilla it would have to be classified as opaque.
We finished our lunch and Mark wished me luck and gave me a peck on the cheek before I headed off to meet my new boss. Maggie said he had an appointment at two that he wanted me to take notes on, so I was showing up at one. That would give us time to feel each other out just a little bit, and for me to get familiar with the office equipment I’d be using. The first clue I got of the opulence of this place was the parking garage. The entire second tier was marked, “Twisted Entertainment.” The spaces were filled with cars that could buy and sell my little Scion ten times over.
I walked across the breezeway and into the stone building. Inside it was all gold and black marble tiles and there was door after door marked with things like “Practice One” and “Quiet, taping in progress.” I didn’t see any live people, but Maggie told me to go to the eighteenth floor. As the glass-encased elevator took me up, I wondered what was on the other floors in between. When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, I was immediately overwhelmed by the plush carpeting, the artwork on the walls that looked like original prints, the vases full of flowers and the giant reception in the center of the floor. It even smelled good, like coffee and something cinnamon. I realized that there was no one at the receptionist’s desk. There were six or eight black wing-backed chairs and a large screen television set in a large lobby off to my right. There was no one there either. I looked around and saw only one door. There was a gold plate on it that said, “A. Maxwell.” I realized then that the only thing on the entire eighteenth floor was his office. Nervously, I made my way over to the door. I stood in front of it and raised my hand but before I could knock, it was pulled inward. I was rendered completely speechless. If this is Axel Maxwell, he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
He let his blue-gray eyes take me in…slowly, from my head to my feet. Then, he started over at my feet and worked his way back up leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I know this is sad, but that look was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Then he smiled. I swear my panties melted right off.
“Well hello there. Please tell me you’re my new secretary.” I was afraid if I opened my mouth I would choke. Instead, I numbly nodded like a complete idiot. He l
ooked amused. “I’m Axel. What can I call you?” At that moment in time I would have agreed to him calling me anything…as long as he called me. He was everything that poor Mark wasn’t. He was tall and fit, confident…tan and dressed to kill in a dark blue suit that probably cost more than I’ve made in the past six months. His dark hair was short and finger-styled and he had a closely trimmed beard that gave him kind of an edgy look. I’d been staring at him way too long. He was probably going to call Maggie and ask her why she sent him a mute.
“Hi,” I was finally able to breathe out. “I’m Holly Acosta. Maggie sent me.”
“Perfect!” he said. “God, I love Maggie. Come in.” He stepped back and I entered an office like I’d only seen before on TV…if even that. Axel’s office sat on a corner of the tall building and offered a panoramic view of Manhattan. There were floor to ceiling windows that opened up to Central park on one side and Fifth Avenue on the other. The two solid walls contained bookshelves on one side with signed guitars and hundreds of pictures of Axel with some of the hottest musicians on the music scene. The other wall had an eight-foot oak bar with actual barstools in front of it. Behind the bar was a glass shelf with just about any kind of liquor a person could want. Beyond that was a coffee bar and an actual kitchen set up with a stove, refrigerator, freezer and microwave. That wall was covered with more pictures and lots of signed CD’s.
“Wow, your office is beautiful.” I looked towards his desk which sat in front of one of the glass walls. It was made of black glass and the only thing that sat atop it was an ultra-modern looking computer monitor, a lap top, a black organizer and three cell phones.
“Thank you. Have a seat,” he said, motioning to one of two plush black chairs that sat atop the plush white carpet in front of his desk. I felt self-conscious as I walked over to the chair. I swear I could feel his eyes on me the whole way. It was thrilling and unnerving at the same time. I sat down, crossed my legs and looked up at him. “Holly,” he said, “I think this is going to work out better than either of us imagined.” I had no idea what he meant by that, but I already found myself hoping he was right. I liked it here already.