by Holly Hart
My cock was now engorged, and clearly visible under my white training shorts. I saw Diana's eyes flicker towards it, and she stood up suddenly – clearly to get the massive package out of her eyesight. She flushed yet again with embarrassment. "Something startle you?" I asked, hiding a grin.
She said, red with embarrassment, "No, nothing like that…"
I watched Diana's every movement, studying her until I was attuned to the way her body worked. Her breath was ragged, uneven, and I saw her eyes flicker from mine, downwards, down to my bulging cock, and back, again and again. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife, but it would have had to have been sharp.
"How's your assignment going?" I asked, my mind fixing upon a plan. I was going to have this girl – this girl who had me massaging my cock in the sad solitude of my lonely bedroom instead of out chasing tail, and nothing was going to stand in my way.
"My…my assignment?"
"The reporting thing?" I asked, smiling.
"Oh, it's going good, I guess." She smiled. "My boss is a bit of an asshole, though…"
"I know that feeling." I smiled. "Hey," I said, pretending to suddenly have an idea. "You're here to report on me, right?"
"Mmhmm." She nodded, her eyes once more flickering downwards before she exerted her will to return them back to mine. It was like she felt unable to trust her mouth to form coherent sentences.
"You were good today," she finally said, her cheeks reddening even more as she blurted out the compliment. "We got that volleyed goal on camera – it'll be on TV back home tonight."
"Only after you turned up," I said. "Thanks for that, by the way. Tell you what, maybe I can do you a favor?"
Diana's eyes brightened and she looked up at me curiously. I wanted to tell her that I was going to rip her underwear off with my teeth and go to town with my mouth, but I restrained myself. I was playing the long game – there'd be time enough for that later on.
"A favor?"
I smiled, springing the trap. "Yeah, with your boss. How would he like it if you interviewed me – one-on-one?"
I saw how much that idea appealed to her. "You're serious?"
"Deadly."
"Oh, that would be amazing! I'll speak to Roberto and get it all sorted out."
I threw my head back and laughed. "Roberto? Don't bother telling him. Just come to mine tonight…"
She looked at me suspiciously, as though trying to glean whether my intentions were pure. Of course, they weren't – I had every expectation that by the time the night was up, she'd be lying underneath me, soaked with sweat and aching from half a dozen toe-clenching, earth-shattering orgasms, but what Diana didn't know couldn't hurt her. And anyway, the prize of a one-on-one interview was way too much for any reporter to resist.
"I'll—" She paused, as though questioning her decision. I didn't jump in; I was supremely confident that she wouldn't be able to resist me – or the story, however she justified it to herself. "I'll be there."
I smiled warmly. "Here, give me your phone."
She handed it over without asking why, but shot me a questioning look. I texted myself from it.
"Perfect. Now I've got your number. I'll text you the address. See you at eight?"
She looked equal parts terrified and ecstatic.
I took that as a yes.
11
Diana
A cloud of steam billowed out of the bathroom door as I stepped back into my bedroom, a towel wrapped around my body and another around my hair.
"You better watch yourself, girl," I moaned. I was no fool – I knew exactly what I was stepping into with this interview, and I knew exactly what Alex's intentions were. His bulging cock had been more than enough of a warning sign…
I'd have to be on top of my game tonight, because if I wasn't then, without a doubt, I was going to end naked, sweaty and between Alex’s sheets... With that thought very much at the front of my mind, I sat down on the bed and loosened the towel around my head, vigorously working the fibers into my hair to dry it off as much as possible.
In my heart of hearts, I knew Tim was right – I was crushing on Alex in a major way, and I had been ever since we met each other in the parking lot. I couldn't keep the image of his bulging white training shorts out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. In truth, I couldn't really blame him for that – if I'd kept my mouth shut, he'd never have known I was watching him. I'd wanted him to know, and I’d wanted him to talk to me.
I'd set this in motion, not him. He was just taking advantage of a golden opportunity. Alex Rodriguez had a wandering eye – not in a bad way, it was how he was made. Now that eye had latched onto me, and I'd done nothing to dissuade it.
"You're going to sleep with him, aren't you…" I groaned to myself. I could see that outcome creeping inexorably closer with every step I took. It was as though it was my destiny, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it from happening. My nipples tingled even thinking about him – so how the hell was I going to handle sitting across from him? In his house no less!
I wasn't.
Unless…
I lay down, resting my back against my soft, firm mattress. It was the kind of mattress, I thought, that would be great to fuck on – not that anyone had fucked me since I left college. The bed was solid, it wouldn’t make a sound, but the mattress had just enough give that it would push back against every thrust, doubling the force.
I closed my eyes and allowed my left hand to wander down my body, opening up the towel folded around me so that the cool bedroom air danced across my skin. My nipples, already tender, were now vibrating with anticipation, and the moment my fingers brushed across them, I felt an electric shock of pleasure spreading throughout my body. I gasped.
I took myself back to the training ground, imagined that it was just Alex and I left behind, and that I was still sitting on the concrete step, looking up at the bulging crotch of his white shorts. I imagined threading my hands into his waistband, undoing the knot and gently sliding the shorts down his thick, muscular thighs.
I imagined a gentle intake of breath from above as my fingers grazed his cock, and I felt his fingers grab my head in turn, getting entangled in my hair. I imagined pulling down his jockstrap and seeing his massive cock fall out…
My eyes shot open, and I struggled out of the towel and reached for my bedside table. My thighs were slick with anticipation, and my clitoris was engorged with blood, ready to be touched. I pulled open the drawer, and my fingers scrabbled inside.
"Diana…" I whispered. "This is a bad idea…"
It was, but then I rationalized that it wasn't. In my head, this was burning off any built-up sexual tension. In my head, this was going to stop me from ending up in Alex's bed, rather than put me there.
It was a mad delusion.
My fingers closed around the cool plastic of a small, silver bullet vibrator. I shivered as I pressed the button, my body responding to the sound of the vibrations that it knew heralded pleasure.
Alex's hands found the zip on the back of the light, frilly summer dress. I'd picked it out specially, hoping that he'd notice, even if that hadn't been my conscious intention. He unzipped it roughly and pulled it over my head. He unclipped my bra and tossed it aside, pushing me back onto the cold concrete. My nipples stiffened.
I pushed the vibrator down between my legs with my right hand and pinched my left nipple with the left. My body arched with the sudden, double pleasure, and I bit my lip to stifle a cry. I cradled my breast with my hand, imagining it was his thumb roughly stroking the sensitive stub, not mine.
The little vibrator travelled in short, hungry circles around my clitoris. In this fantasy, Alex wasn't messing around. I felt him grab my hips, my pussy with his fingers, and enter me. My body reacted as though he had.
My back arched and a little cry escaped my lips. "Alex…"
I pushed the vibrator down hard, pinching my clitoris between the vibrating bullet and my thumb, not giving it a moment's mercy. My
breath was ragged. I felt like all the blood in my body was pulsating around the slit between my legs and my hands smelled like sex.
I pinched my nipple and yelped as the floodgates opened and my orgasm crashed around me. "Oh my god," I groaned as electric shocks danced from between my legs and met the simmering hot sparks where my nipples used to be.
I lay on the bed panting for at least two minutes after I came, just to gather my breath. I was spent, exhausted, and completely satisfied. Still, though, I couldn't help but suspect that this wouldn't be enough…
"Fuck," I muttered, looking at the time on the clock that sat on my bedside table, "I'm going to be late."
I had no idea how, but almost twenty minutes had sped by – it felt like only a couple had passed!
I leapt out of bed, drying the wetness between my legs with a towel which I immediately cast aside. There wasn't time to jump in the shower again, not if I was still planning to dry my hair, at any rate.
I ran to the closet and agonized over what to wear. I wanted something that was smart and alluring, but also appropriate. I figured that if I was going to Alex's house at eight in the evening, then this visit was going to straddle the boundaries between a social call and strictly business whatever happened, but I didn't want to turn up in a slutty party dress.
I peered through the closet, waiting for something to jump out at me. I discarded a floor-length, silky midnight blue ball gown that I'd only ever worn once, at a WBC charity gala. I pined to wear it again, but junior reporters on obscure beats like mine – covering European soccer, didn't get invited to many fancy events.
I looked at two or three floral summer dresses and a blue counterpart to the red dress I'd worn earlier, but none of them fit the bill. I felt like a teenager agonizing over her prom dress – discarding dress after perfectly suitable dress in the hope of finding THE ONE.
My eyes flicked back to the clock and I swore. "Fuck it," I cursed, grabbing a little black cocktail dress from the closet. It was a little more revealing than I'd have liked – even though it showed no cleavage and the material closed around my neck, it was still backless, tightly contoured my body and stopped halfway down my thigh.
Still, it'd have to do. I didn't bother stopping to think about whether, perhaps, my brain hadn't just chosen it at random. After all, there were plenty of nice, professional, conservative dresses left in the closet – I had to wear them in front of the camera every day…
I tossed the cocktail dress onto my bed and quickly dried off my hair. Luckily, between the time spent lying down masturbating and the minutes I'd spent deliberating over a dress, it had air-dried pretty considerably. I quickly brushed and straightened it and let the long blonde hair fall naturally to my shoulders.
I stood naked in front of the mirror and examined my body critically. I quickly moisturized, noticing with pride how my skin was beginning to glow with the hours spent tanning down on the beach at Barceloneta.
I stepped into a brand-new pair of blue and green panties and turned towards the mirror. I looked good – damn good.
"But you're not going to let Alex see any of this, are you?" I chided myself. It felt like an empty gesture, even in the quiet of my own bedroom.
I pulled the dress down over my head and checked myself in the mirror one last time, picking a couple of stray blonde hairs off the black cloth.
"Ready?" I asked the apparition staring back. She looked good – smart, pretty and professional. Sexy, too.
Satisfied, I ran outside onto the cobbled street outside my yellow sandstone apartment block and flagged down a black and yellow cab. "Can you take me to Sitges?"
"Sitges?" he repeated as I climbed into the back. "Sure thing. It'll take about twenty minutes, esta bien?"
"Sí." I smiled.
The driver looked at me in the mirror before pulling out into traffic. "You look beautiful, are you going on a date?" He grinned, as though he took pretty girls to soccer player's houses down Sitges all the time. Actually, he probably did…
I flushed. "It's not a date," I said forcefully, trying to convince myself as much as him. "It's for work…"
12
Diana
"Enjoy your business meeting," the driver said as I handed over his fare, pausing slightly between the words as though he was stifling a sneer. I knew exactly what he thought – in his mind, I was either a hooker or, at best, a girl trying to marry a famous athlete. After all, I thought as I looked at the tens of millions of euros worth of property that lined the promenade in Sitges, he must have seen it a hundred times before…
I walked up to the villa – or rather, an imposing dark wooden door set in a sandstone brick wall. The outer wall looked as though it could defend the villa against a horde of rampaging barbarians for days on end – it was solid and well maintained, even in a day and age where such protection was no longer required.
I raised my hand to the door, lifting the brass knocker, and knocked twice, noticing even as I did so that the old had been married seamlessly with the new, and though the knocker remained, it was now no more than a decorative item. A glowing keypad had been installed in the sandstone frame that contained the aged, metal-studded oak wood door. I pressed the call button, glad that there was no one around to notice my initial mistake.
A gentle click indicated that the door was now unlocked, and after a couple of seconds during which I hung back, ready for Alex to open it from the other side, my curiosity got the best of me. I was eager to see what lay on the other side.
I stepped through the archway, and the courtyard stole my breath away. It was beautiful beyond my wildest imagination – a slice of tamed yet ancient countryside in the modern age. Immediately ahead of me, majestic hardwood pillars rose from flower beds on either side of a gravel path and were joined in the middle. Around the pillars, yellow roses grew in a clearly decoratively shaped spiral pattern and threaded their way up and overhead. It was the most gorgeous arbor I'd ever seen.
I leaned closer, studying the hardwood pillars themselves, upon which delicate floral patterns were carved. The work was majestic, so lifelike it almost seemed to jump from the wooden medium upon which it had been carved.
"You like it?" Alex asked softly from the other end of the arbor. I almost jumped out of my skin. "I'm sorry," he quickly said with concern, "I didn't mean to startle you."
I put my hand on my heart, unsure whether the rapid, fluttering gyration of the most important organ in my body was result of the surprise or something else…
I looked up at Alex, immediately noticing how comfortable he looked. Even dressed well, he seemed relaxed and radiated an aura of power. He had donned a summer-blue linen suit for the evening, paired with a pair of dark brown brogues polished to such a lustrous glow that they reminded me of the blood-red stain of the setting sun in the evening sky. "You look great," I said honestly, though I kicked myself the moment I'd said it, reminding myself that this was, after all, supposed to be an interview – not a date.
He smiled warmly. "I could say the same about you." There was nothing untoward in his smile – it was warm and honest, but even so, I sensed that Alex was sizing me up.
"I love your roses," I said, pointing upwards at the gorgeous arbor above us. "Is the rest of the garden this pretty?"
"Why don't you come and find out?" Alex grinned. "I can't take any credit though – I only moved in a few weeks ago; this is all the last guy's work."
I walked towards him, my heels gently crunching against the gravel pathway. As I neared him, I began to notice the detail on his suit – the quality of the stitching and the accuracy and precision of its tailored fit. "I hope you don't change it," I admonished. "I like your suit, by the way."
Stop flirting, Diana!
He grinned, inclining his head to accept the compliment. "Thanks. Not bad for a foster kid, hey?"
"You grew up in foster care?" I asked, barely concealing a double take of surprise. "I had no idea…"
A look of hurt passed across Alex's
face but disappeared as quickly as it had materialized. "I don't like to talk about it," he said quietly, "and if you don't mind, that bit's off the record."
"Of course." I smiled, looking at Alex in a very different light. I started to wonder what his childhood had been like. I wanted to scream that I was a foster kid, too, and that I understood both what he had been through and what he still experienced every day.
But I kept my mouth shut, fearing that our experiences were more than likely very different. After all, I'd lucked out and been adopted by a loving family. Even if we never had money, my parents had always cared for me as if I were their own.
"Don't worry," I assured him, "I'm not going to ambush you with anything that comes out of this," I emphasized the last word, "interview."
Alex smiled as though my attempt at pouring cold water over any hint that this was becoming a date was as clear as day. "This time…"
For once, I didn't flush. "This time," I agreed.
A hedge fell away, and my view of the garden opened fully for the first time. It was truly breathtaking and it stopped me in my tracks, wrapping me up so fully in awe at the gardener's skill that I barely noticed that I'd unconsciously placed an hand on Alex's forearm as I'd come to a halt.
A large rectangular pool stood at the center of an immaculately manicured lawn, marked out by two dozen candles, placed at intervals of a yard or so the entire way around. The burning wicks flickered against the dying sun and glanced off the mirror-smooth reflection of the still pool water.
"It's beautiful," I whispered.
Alex stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking, allowing me to enjoy the beautiful scene without interruption. I could have stared at it for hours, but he broke me out of my reverent spell by deftly sliding his forearm upwards so that our hands met. He took mine without asking. "Shall we?"
I turned and looked towards him mutely. We walked towards the pool, hand-in-hand, and my mind raced as I tried to figure out how I'd ended up in this situation. I'd always known that something like this might happen, but had I just been kidding myself all along? I bit down on my tongue, hard, and the sudden shock of pain that resulted gave me the impetus I needed to break the hold that Alex had somehow acquired over my mind and body.