Alpha (Book Collection)

by Robin Fate

  The girl looking back at her now could no longer be described as plain. From her underwear drawer, she grabbed her favorite black panties and bra and slipped on the silk stockings and heels. She slipped the black dress over her head and turned to the mirror. She looked good—better than good, she looked sexy. The black dress had a modest hemline, but showed just enough cleavage to be racy. The expensive material clung to every curve on her body. Emma grabbed a blazer from her closet, wrote a quick note for her roommate to thank her for the dress and made her way to work.

  Emma made her way to the canteen for her 11 a.m. break. She knew everyone’s eyes were on the new and improved her, and instead of shying away from the attention, she embraced it. She knew some of the women at the water cooler were gossiping about her as she passed and they fell silent, but she didn’t care. She sashayed right past them and gave them a wave.

  The canteen was deserted. Emma poured herself a coffee and sat down to read the paper. Moments later, her co-worker Max strolled in. As he poured himself a coffee, Emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. At over six feet, he towered above most of the women and men in the financial services offices that they worked in. He was broad-shouldered and lean, with steel gray eyes and jet black hair. Emma often found herself watching him from her desk until he looked up and caught her and gave her a smile. She normally blushed and looked away. Well, not today, she thought.

  “Hey Max.” She smiled nonchalantly at her co-worker and crossed her legs, knowing the black skirt would ride up a little and show off her suspenders. Max smiled at her and gave a non-committal greeting. He doesn’t recognize me, Emma realized.

  “Oh wow, Emma.” Max’s eyes widened in amazement. “Sorry, I was in my own world there. You look great, new ... hairstyle?”

  Emma giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Something like that,” she said, pushing out the chair on the other side of the table with her foot and gesturing for Max to sit down. “Join me.”

  Max sat down with his coffee and picked up a paper, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Emma pretended to read her paper as another couple of people came into the canteen and made coffee, but she was very aware of Max as he kept glancing furtively over his paper at her.

  Slowly, she slipped off one of her heels and brought her foot over to Max’s leg and began to rub it softly with her stocking-clad foot. Max spat his coffee into his cup and looked up at Emma in astonishment. Emma kept a straight face and continued to pretend reading the paper as she lifted her foot higher up Max’s leg until it was in his crotch. Through the material of his suit pants, she could feel the beginning of an erection and as she massaged it with her foot, his member grew and strained against the material. Emma looked up from her paper and glanced over at Max, he was staring at her, a mixture of confusion, surprise and lust on his clean-shaven face.

  “Max,” she asked, smiling innocently, “could you give me a hand in Conference Room B? I need someone to cast an eye over one of my reports.”

  “Sure,” Max sputtered, but Emma was already slipping her foot back into her shoe and standing from the table. “Take your time and finish your coffee,” she told him, and gave him a cheeky wink.

  Down the hallway, Emma went into Conference Room B, the only conference room without a window in the main office pit. With butterflies in her stomach, she took some papers from her bag and placed them on the table. The door opened quietly and Max appeared sheepishly at the door.

  “Come in,” Emma welcomed him into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the lock into place quietly.

  Max made his way over to the conference table where Emma had laid the papers. He took a seat and picked up the papers, rifling through them with a look of confusion on his face.

  “They’re just blank pages, Max,” Emma teased. “I thought I made my intentions clear in the canteen.”

  “You look amazing, Emma,” Max said again, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. “You were beautiful before, but today, you’re just so much more confident.”

  “Thank you.” Emma smiled, touched that he had thought her beautiful, even as her usual mousey self. “Let me show you how confident I really am.” With her eyes locked on to Max’s, she slowly took off her blazer. She walked towards him, biting her bottom lip. Standing directly in front of him she turned around and looked back over her shoulder. “Can you unzip me please?”

  Silently, Max reached up and slowly brought the zipper down the whole way to Emma’s lower back. Emma pulled the dress down over her body until it was a puddle at her feet. Turning to face Max, she watched as he drank her in.

  Even from where she stood, she could see his erection straining. Emma unclasped her bra and dropped it on the ground. Max groaned and rubbed his cock through his pants as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his mouth. His hands reached out and began to fondle her breasts. Emma stood up quickly and shook her head at him teasingly. “Not just yet.”

  Max groaned once more as Emma turned her back to him. This time, she bent at the waist and removed her black panties, leaving her suspender bet in place. She knew Max had a perfect view of her shaved pussy and her little pink asshole. She stood up slowly and turned around to face Max. He had his cock in his hand, stroking it and looking at Emma like he wanted to eat her. Emma knelt before him and brought his cock to her lips, lightly brushing it against them like she was applying lipstick.

  “Oh God, Emma, suck it, suck my dick.”

  Emma locked her eyes once again on his and brought her lips down on his dick.

  Just then, someone tried the handle of the door. The two leaped up, Max stuffing his erection back into his pants and Emma throwing the black dress back over her head. There was a knock at the door and they could hear voices outside. Emma shoved her bra and panties into her purse as Max did up her dress. Emma pulled on her blazer while Max stood with his ear to the door.

  “They’re gone—we better get out of here quick.” He unlocked the door and checked the coast was clear. As Emma walked towards the door, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up against it. Max kissed her hard on the mouth and whispered softly in her ear, “I want to see you again, tonight.”

  “I can’t do tonight,” Emma said, slipping under his arms and out the door. “Let’s just say… to be continued.” She gave him another cheeky wink and strutted down the hallway, back to her desk.

  * * * * *

  That evening after work, Emma caught a cab outside her office to meet her blind date. Jenny had told her nothing except that his name was Chad and they were meeting at a small Italian Bistro in downtown Seattle. As the cab made way through the 6 p.m. traffic, Emma touched up her makeup.

  Outside the bistro, she took a moment to let her heart rate and breath settle before she went inside. As she pushed the curtained door open, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Small, round tables were scattered around the room with red tablecloths and small tea-lights.

  At first, she thought the restaurant was empty, then she spotted a solitary figure at a corner table. She made her way towards the table and the figure stood up.

  “Hey, you must be Emma?” Chad was taller than Emma, but not as tall as Max. His blonde hair was short and slicked back and he was wearing what Emma could tell was a very expensive suit.

  “Hi Chad.” Emma tried to smile seductively, but she could feel butterflies in her stomach. Chad may have been the most attractive man she had met in some time. “Sorry I’m late.”

  Chad stood and pulled out the chair beside him for Emma.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered for us already.” Chad poured a generous glass of wine for Emma and set it down in front of her.

  “Not at all.” Emma shrugged off her blazer and took a long drink from her glass. She could see Chad’s icy blue eyes appraising her body and from the look on his face, he appreciated what he saw. “It’s very quiet here,” Emma commented, looking around at the empty restaurant, “I haven’t even
seen any staff.”

  “This is a very discreet restaurant.” Chad smiled meaningfully at Emma.

  Just then a waiter arrived with two plates of bruschetta, which he set down in front of them. Chad thanked the waiter, but couldn’t take his eyes off Emma. She knew he wanted her and she felt elated.

  Alone once more, Emma leaned forward so her breasts were prominent and casually brushed her neckline with her fingers, staring into Chad’s eyes.

  “So, how discreet is this restaurant Chad?” she teased, the naked lust in his eyes and the memory of her unfulfilled tryst with Max earlier was causing a wetness in her underwear.

  “Very discreet,” Chad said, gently rubbing her thigh under the table.

  Emma uncrossed her legs and slowly lifted the hem of her dress higher. Chad ran his hand further up her thighs until he was at her panties. His breathing got heavier and he began to circle her damp panties with his thumb.

  “I see Jenny was right about you.” He smiled a devastatingly sexy smile at Emma. “You are a horny little thing.”

  “What else did my roommate tell you?” Emma asked in mock horror. “Did she tell you I would fuck you on the first date?”

  “She told me about your mission to become more sexually experienced.” Chad slipped one finger inside her panties began to rub her soaking-wet clit. “But your pussy tells me you’re going to fuck me on the first date.”

  Emma smiled and placed her hand on his crotch. His erection was straining against the material of his pants. She squeezed it hard and watched as Chad closed his eyes in pleasure.

  “Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  “It’s behind that curtain and down the hall, I’ll show you.” Chad stood and put out his hand to help Emma up from her chair, his erection on full display. Emma couldn’t wait to unzip those pants.

  She followed Chad down a winding corridor to the bathroom. Inside, she closed the door behind them and pushed Chad over to a chaise lounge against the wall.

  He sat and grabbed her by the waist to pull her on top of him, but Emma had other ideas. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped his suit pants and his erection sprang out to meet her. Looking straight into Chad’s eyes, she took his throbbing member and sucked it down her throat as far as she could. Chad cried out in pleasure and Emma sucked harder, enjoying the salty taste of his giant dick.

  Chad grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. Emma made sure to keep eye contact all the time. She wanted him to know she was in control; she was going to do the fucking. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and stood up, pulling her dress up over her head. Chad went to pull her towards him again and Emma swatted his hand away. She unclasped her bra and threw it to the ground and quickly removed her panties then climbed on to Chad’s lap.

  With her hand, she guided his dick into her dripping pussy and ground up and down. The feeling of his dick as it pumped in and out of her made her moan loudly.

  Chad began to suck her nipples and his hands grabbed at her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. “Oh God, baby, I’m going to come,” he moaned into her breasts. Emma grabbed his chin and tilted his face up. “Come inside me,” she said, locking her eyes on his. “I want to feel you.”

  Chad couldn’t take any more and as he unleashed himself inside her. Emma, in total ecstasy, felt her own orgasm take hold as she screamed out in pleasure. Mid-orgasm, the door to the bathroom suddenly burst open.

  The worried waiter appeared before them in clear view. Emma turned her head and caught a glimpse of the waiter, instantly triggering a rush of emotion and pleasure that took her orgasm to an entirely new level. The sight of an onlooker made Emma come harder than ever before, and she basked in his gaze.

  The poor waiter nearly tripped over himself trying to back out of the bathroom and as their orgasms ebbed, Emma and Chad dissolved into giggles.

  “He must have thought I was murdering you.” Chad laughed as they both picked up their clothes. “I better leave a big tip.”

  “Don’t worry.” Emma giggled. “I already filled his spank bank for him.”

  “Emma, I’m only in town for the week, but I need to see you again,” Chad told her as he fixed his tie in the mirror.

  “On one condition,” Emma said thoughtfully. “You think of something big for our next encounter.”

  “Deal,” said Chad. “Now how about I go pay the bill while you sneak out?”

  “Deal,” said Emma grinning.

  * * * * *

  The next day, Emma phoned in sick to the office. She added pulling a sickie to the list of firsts she was having that week and smiled to herself.

  Today was going to be special. She was meeting Chad at his hotel later in the evening and he promised her an experience she had never had before. The day, though—that was hers to do what she wished and she had come up with something last night that she was very excited about.

  Just then, her phone beeped with an email. She grabbed her keys off the table and checked her inbox as she rushed out the door.

  With a smile, she realized it was Max, wondering if yesterday had anything to do with her not coming in today. She emailed him back and told him she would be all his tomorrow. She had been thinking about Max a lot the last twenty-four hours. Chad was fun and sexy as hell, but Max was on a whole new level. While Chad was perfect for a fling, she secretly hoped that she and Max could develop into something more. Emma shook her head to clear thoughts of Max. She had a different mission right now.

  As she swung her car out of her driveway, she felt the familiar nagging doubt of her old self. She was meeting a couple she had found on Craigslist at a nearby hotel. They had promised they were both fit, attractive business people from Colorado, but when she told Jenny, she had warned her not to get her hopes up.

  They were meeting at the Hilton, though—that was a good sign, Emma thought. Anyway, they didn’t know what she looked like, so she could always scope them out and leave. Emma had debated with herself about what to wear and had eventually settled on a yellow sundress and high wedge heels to show off her long, brown legs. Underneath her sundress, however, she wore white crotch-less panties and a matching shelf bra that Jenny had picked up for her that day. From the outside, she could have been a middle school teacher, but underneath, she was a saucy minx.

  With trepidation, Emma pulled into the car park at the Hilton. She ran her fingers through her long chestnut mane, spritzed a little perfume, and headed into the bar.

  It was only 10:30 a.m., but there were several people already filling the elegant booths and tables. Ordering herself a spritzer, she sat at the bar and lifted the wine menu to her face, pretending to study it as she looked around the room.

  Most of the groups were of men in suits and as she worked her way around the room, she spotted them. They sat in silence, the man checking his watch every couple of minutes, the woman fixing her makeup in a compact mirror.

  Not bad, Emma thought; they were in their late thirties or early forties. The man was dressed in khakis and a button-down shirt. The woman was pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair and tanned skin, wearing a blue, knee-length dress with a pair of nude heels.

  With a deep breath, Emma put down the menu and made her way over to the table. They both looked up as she approached and passed a look between them. “Hi, are you the Clarksons?”

  The man jumped up, already undressing Emma with his eyes. “Yes, I’m Sam and this is my wife Sarah.” He indicated the woman across from him but never took his eyes away from Emma. “So nice to meet you; we were worried you wouldn’t show.”

  Emma turned to Sarah and put out her hand, noticing that the woman was eyeing her warily.

  “Sam, why don’t you go on up, and Sarah and I will follow you up in a moment?” Emma told the man who was anxiously watching his wife and his new toy get acquainted. He hesitated and looked like he was about to argue, but instead he turned on his heel and walked away.

  “Is everything OK Sarah?” Emma asked the woman ge
ntly.

  Sarah smiled at Emma, “Oh yes, everything is fine, it’s just you’re the most attractive woman we have ever done this with—mostly we meet bored housewives looking for a thrill and I am fairly confident that I am still the most attractive woman in the room.” She shrugged her shoulders and gave a sheepish smile.

  Emma understood, and it was clear her husband was practically salivating over the thought of fucking the nubile twenty-five-year-old.

  “Sarah, I am a lot more interested in fucking you than fucking your husband,” she told her, discreetly rubbing her thigh, “and to be honest, this is my first threesome. If you want me to leave, just say the word and I will go and you will never hear from me again. You can tell Sam I balked and left. I hope you don’t, though, because between the two of us, I think we can drive your husband wild.”

  Sarah smiled at Emma, placing her hand on top of Emma’s on her leg, “No, let's do this,” she said, standing up and the two headed towards the lift.

  In the room, Sam was casually lounging on a sofa with a glass of wine when the girls arrived. He poured them both a large glass each and they drank it as they sat and chatted.

  Eventually, Emma decided she better move things along. She shifted her body closer to Sarah on the sofa and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. She then turned her mouth to hers and kissed her softly and sensually on the lips.

  Sarah responded, slipping her tongue into Emma’s mouth. When they broke apart, Sam already had his jeans off and was sitting in his shirt and boxers, his erection creating a tent in the cotton material.

  Sarah took Emma by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. They kissed again and Emma reached out and slipped her hands under Sarah’s dress, pulling it up over the woman’s head. Underneath, she was wearing what looked like an expensive red bra and panties. She was hotter with her clothes off. Her stomach was flat and her legs were long and toned.

  Sarah grabbed Emma’s sundress and pulled it off her and Sam gasped when he saw her crotch-less panties and her pert breasts thrust forward by the shelf bra, her pink nipples standing to attention above the white material. He was standing a foot away from the two women, his dick was in his hand, and he was masturbating to them like they were his own personal peep show. The sight of his fat—if somewhat short—dick being rolled about in his hand made Emma instantly wet.