by Katie Ford
“How did you come to work for me?”
“Well,” I start shyly, smiling. “I had a boyfriend in New Jersey. But he thought I was sleeping around on him, so he kicked me out, and I moved to the city. I saw this job advertised through an agency and signed up. It wasn’t hard to get the position because I don’t think there were many applicants.”
Howie smiles.
“Really? I thought I paid top dollar to all my employees.”
I nod.
“Yes, but I had to interview with Albie, and she’s umm … how do you say it? A tough interviewer?”
Mr. Bates nods, a dry smile on his face.
“Yeah, she’s been with us forever, and she’s hard on new people. But as you can tell, she’s also clueless person. We had sex right under her nose, and she didn’t even know.”
I titter a little.
“I know,” is my breathless sigh. “It was incredible, wasn’t it?”
Howie’s blue eyes gleam as he pulls me close to lean against his chest.
“It was incredible, but even more incredible is you. So where do you live? You’re not staying in this house, are you?” he frowns, brow wrinkling.
I shake my head.
“I’m staying with my aunt on the Lower East Side. The apartment’s about the size of a postage stamp, but it’s cozy and homey.”
Mr. Bates thinks for a moment.
“Will she be worried if you don’t come home tonight?”
I shake my head.
“Aunt Margaret’s out tonight at an art show with her friends, so she won’t even notice. Besides, she’s one of those hippy-dippy types who believes in free love, so she wouldn’t mind anyways.”
“I see,” Howie growls as he kisses me and puts his fingertip on my nose. “The real question is how a man could ever let you go? Your old boyfriend sounds about as dumb as rocks.”
I smile. How does Mr. Bates always say the perfect thing?
“He wasn’t dumb, just suspicious,” is my demurral. “I’m glad Charlie’s out of my life.”
Mr. Bates looks at me for a moment, just thinking.
“Look, I know it’s late and we’ve had a big day, but I want to take you to the rooftop. The view is incredible from up there. Will you come with me?”
I can tell that the gorgeous man has something planned, so I nod as we slip out of bed. I pull on one of Howie’s T-shirts and put my heels back on. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow for clothes. He absolutely destroyed my tights and panties, but it was worth it. I smile at the thought of how dirty we fucked today and inside, my body tingles for more.
He takes my hand and we walk up a gilded staircase. At the top of the stairs, Howie opens a sliding glass door revealing an urban oasis. The plants in their pots are decorated with string lights. There is a little table at the edge of the rail with a candle on it. Plus, he’s right. The view is to die for, a sparkling cityscape of buildings with the river in the distance.
He and I sit across from one another. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in a marble holder with a rose between us in a glass vase. When did he prepare all of this? While I was in the shower? Even more important, why is he doing this?
As if reading my mind, Mr. Bates smiles mysteriously before popping the cork and pouring the champagne.
“To you,” he says, lifting the flute in salute.
“To me?”
“To you,” he affirms. “In celebration of you being fired.”
“What?” Shock courses through me in a rush. Why is he firing me? Shouldn’t it be the opposite? I should get a bonus for what we’ve done.
My heart drops, a lump forming in my throat. Because Aunt Margaret and I need this salary. My aunt doesn’t have a stable job, and I was mooching off of her. So we won’t be able to pay our bills if I don’t work full-time.
But Mr. Bates is totally unconcerned.
“That’s right Lacy. As your boss, I’m firing you. You are no longer my maid. You’re my princess.”
I stare at him. Can this really be happening?
“Do you hear me Lacy? I want you to stay with me. I want to be your man and I want to touch that sweet little pussy of yours every chance I get. I want to make love to your mouth and taste you, day in and day out. I’ll get you everything you could ever want. So yes. You’re fired.”
Suddenly, things drop into place. I’m not sure what being “his princess” means, but it sounds like Howie has something planned. And with no regrets, I give myself to this man. He has my best interests at heart, and I know I’ll be safe in his arms.
The breeze comes up the skyscraper and blows his t-shirt up my thighs. My pussy is exposed and throbbing with desire. I leak a little cum onto the seat just thinking about his cock. It’s so big and juicy and it fills me just right. Good God, I want it right now. He sees the desire in me and stands up. He comes to where I’m sitting and pulls me off of the chair.
“Does my former maid want another mess to clean up?”
Howie smiles before toying with the edge of my t-shirt and slipping a finger into my cunt. “So fucking wet down there,” he murmurs to himself. The man then eases another finger into my vag, making me writhe and mewl in ecstasy. That does it. He pushes me back onto a chaise lounge and takes the champagne bottle with him. He’s got a rock hard dick under his pants and I smile in anticipation.
“Oops,” he growls. He pours a big glass of champagne onto my breasts. Next thing I know he takes the shirt off and pours the entire bottle all over my stomach and nipples before bending to suck my skin like an animal. Something is released in him. The champagne drips down to my pussy, nubile and bare. That talented tongue finds its way inside me as the champagne and my cum mix in the folds of my hot little pussy. He thrusts his fingers in and I gush out onto his knuckles in a creamy wave.
“How’s my dirty girl?” he asks.
“So … fucking … GOOD!” I pant desperately. And then it happens. He wiggles my wet hard clit with his fingertips, and that shoves me over the edge. I moan and let out a rush of cum. I never had this many orgasms with Charlie. He barely cared about my pleasure, only his. And of course, Charlie’s dick was nothing like the monster shaft before me now, because Howie’s got his cock in hand, tapping it on my clit.
“Beg me,” he commands, eyes flashing. “Beg for my cock deep in your pussy.”
He dangles the tip of his cock in front of the hole to my pink pussy. I want him so bad. I want him to spurt his cum in waves deep inside while I ride and take it all in. I want his cum in my ass and mouth. I want his male jism all over my tits, drowning my nipples.
“Oh please! PLEASE! Fuck! Fuck! Put it in me now, Please, please, do it!” is my helpless shriek.
I scream and my voice dies in the New York City night. He pushes his cock into my tight hole and I moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I absolutely melt as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. We’re not even thinking about condoms or protection. Maybe I should tell him I’m not on the pill. But I don’t care. I want him to gush his seed into me and make me scream while he does it. I want to be his and his alone. My god, look at those pecs. They’re defined and straining, muscled like a gladiator.
He trembles as he grips the wet fabric of the chaise lounge and pushes even further in. My hair is wet with champagne and expensive Italian conditioner from the shower I just took. My god. The top five floors of this building belong to him. Howie Bates. My boss as of this morning. And now, what are we?
But there’s no time to think. Howie thrusts faster and harder, getting so deep with his monster cock that I feel like it’s going to pop out of my throat. Howie thrusts again, biting his lip, keeping things under control even as the fire rages between us.
“You’re so wet Lacy. Fuck fuck fuck.”
I’m on another plane as well.
“Come in me Mr. Bates,” I beg. “Come in me with your cock right now. Pump me full of your cum.”
“You gonna cum on my cock, Cinderella?”
I smile and then I’m orgasming again. A scream breaks through the night and Howie explodes. All of his semen pumps deep into my cunt hole and leaks down my legs, sticky and sweet. Fuck. Fuck. I clench and spasm ecstatically as my pussy milks him of every drop. Oh god. When did making love feel this good?
Finally, we descend from heaven and Howie looks at me before taking my head in his hands. He kisses me deeply and I revel in the passionate touch, my soul singing in ecstasy.
“Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping for a whole new wardrobe, sweetheart,” the big man murmurs against my lips. “Seeing that I destroyed what you have on today, you’re going to need a lot more clothes.”
My heart sings because suddenly I feel like a real Cinderella. Can this actually be happening? Has my prince come to save me from my previous existence, lifting me to new heights, body and soul?
CHAPTER 3
HOWIE
Fuck. When have I been so affected by a piece of ass? Well, that’s just the thing about Lacy. She’s way more than a piece of ass. After our first day together, I can say with 100% clarity that I am a new man. She woke something in me that has been slumbering since Afghanistan. There is something about the little heart that beats behind her heavy tits that has me totally surrendering.
I wake in the morning and walk to my kitchen. After breakfast I’ll be heading to Lacy’s aunt’s place to pick her up and take her down Fifth Avenue for a new wardrobe. I don’t want my princess wearing anything unworthy of her beautiful skin. I can just see it. A couple slinky red dresses, some tight white jeans, and designer metallic heels. She’ll look like the most beautiful women at the SoHo parties but she’ll be so above all of them. Why? Because she’s beautiful and sweet, with a heart filled with goodness.
“Sir,” says Edwin hesitantly. I look up at him. “You’re absolutely wolfing down your fruit platter.” He is right. I’ve been slurping up these watermelon slices and orange slices like a madman. Man, being with Lacy took all my energy, and it’s important to replenish.
But Edwin doesn’t know, and he looks at me worriedly.
“You’re going to drip the juice onto your shirt. We’ve just taken it to the cleaner you know.”
“Oh Edwin, you know there are a hundred more shirts where this one came from.”
“Yet. But- it’s just, I’ve never seen you so ravenous before Mr. Bates. What’s gotten into you?”
Edwin has been with me since I got out of the service and back into the civilian world. He’s been my right hand man ever since the day my company went public. Edwin has seen me through it all. He knows me in and out, the good and the bad. Hopefully there’s more good than bad these days because I’m no longer in a combat zone.
“I dare say, it’s a woman, isn’t it?” he surmises.
God. How do you see right through me Edwin?
“Yeah. It’s a woman,” I say. There is no reason to hide anything from my assistant. He always finds out my secrets anyway.
“My gosh! And you like her too! I can see it!”
“Well, as a matter of fact, I think I do.”
“Then this is a cause for champagne! How many years has it been since Mr. Howard Bates actually had feelings for somebody? I’ll get to the cellar.”
But I stop the elderly man.
“There’s no need Edwin. All the champagne’s gone. Let’s just say the other night, well, we got a little thirsty.”
And with a smile, I get up and begin striding to my private elevator. I’m all suited up in navy blue pinstripes. My dark brown hair is slicked back with pomade. If I saw me on the street back when I was a kid, before the military, I would have thought I was a chump. Look at that suit, he doesn’t know the first thing about a hard life. But I do. Before the war I took care of my mother, who was sick with cancer. On the night before my eighteenth birthday, she died in her sleep. I was the only one home, and it was devastating. I took her to the hospital in my arms. Carried her a mile across town to the emergency room. I was only a boy then, yet the weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders like a man of many years.
But that wasn’t the last time I carried a dead body. Life has been dark and full of troubles. Yet I still remember the beauty of my mother’s brown eyes. Her smile in the kitchen doing dishes. I would be telling a goddamn lie if I said Lacy didn’t have the same perfect smile and brown eyes. Maybe this is some crazy mother/son thing because the blonde reminds me of the last woman that really cared about me.
I tell the driver where to steer the limo. Before I know it, we arrive at a decrepit tenement building on the Lower East Side. I haven’t done anything like this in a long time. I haven’t picked up a woman since I picked up my dead mother in the kitchen. I almost forget how to go about courting a beautiful lady. And that’s when I see the flower shop.
It’s a little corner place bursting with roses and sunflowers. I go up to the little old man and give him a crisp twenty dollar bill. He passes me a beautiful bouquet for Lacy. What the heck. I give him an extra $20.
“For your family,” I say. The old man looks like he’s going to cry. I nod and get a little teary eyed myself. This is it. This is the effect of Lacy. She’s burst open my heart and now I’m giving giant tips to strangers, which is totally out of character.
I ring the door buzzer while my chauffeur searches for a place to park the limo. My body totally relaxes in the foyer of the crumbled building. Why? Two reasons. First, Lacy is going to be in front of me any second. I feel my cock rising in my pants. Second, the drab surroundings remind me of where I’ve been, and of how far I’ve come to become a multi billionaire with a five story penthouse. It’s a lesson in gratitude and a reminder of the appreciation that I need to practice on a daily basis. Holy hell, Lacy’s done this to me?
But then the door opens and I see her. My little fox. She wears a tattered red kimono and little kitten heels. Her hair falls around her gorgeous brown eyes like a beautiful oil painting. I make a mental note to get her portrait commissioned. I want all the damn paintings in my hall to be of Lacy. I can’t help myself, she’s such an image of perfection. I see the tips of her hard nipples bulging through the kimono fabric.
“Mr. Bates,” she says, leaning on the doorjamb. I need to take a bite. I almost squish the flowers between us while I lean forward to nuzzle her neck. She smells like delicious perfume. I slip my arm around her back and feel my cock rising as I push up against her hips. We kiss. Her mouth tastes warm and wet. God she’s so good, I could take her right here in the hall, but, no, she’s my princess. Little ladies need to be treated with respect, and not like some party girl from the city. After all, she’s all I ever wanted. The blonde smiles and I see that sparkle.
“Lacy Brewster,” I pass the bouquet her way. Goddam if she doesn’t look marvelous holding those petals next to her heart. I know that her tits are throbbing under her kimono with desire. And I’m throbbing beneath my pants.
“I’m gonna take you for the biggest shopping spree of your life.”
“I can’t believe I ever met you, Howie Bates.” She smiles and goes in to kiss the stubble on my cheek. When her lips graze my skin, I start to salivate. “Well, I have to put a real outfit on, why don’t you come upstairs and meet my Aunt?”
I would like nothing more than to meet anybody associated with Lacy. She is so beautiful that everyone around her must get in on that glow. She’s walking up the stairs and I see her ass sashaying back and forth under that kimono. God she’s so juicy. Her tiny waist is synched perfectly with the tasseled red ribbon. She looks back over her shoulder. The flowers are visible next to her seductive mouth.
“Howie,” she murmurs, “I’ve been so hungry for you I just can’t help it. I mean, I can’t help myself.” Oh she’s teasing me. I can smell her. At least I think I can. I have to take a whiff.
“Lacy,” I say. “I’ve been eating grapefruit and watermelon slices like a maniac just imagining it’s you between my lips.”
She climbs higher and higher up
the stairs, laughing to herself all the while.
“Really, you’ve been slurping fruit imagining it’s my-“
“Perfect little slit,” I growl. I step up fast and reach my hand up her kimono. Perfect. She’s wearing nothing below. I wiggle my fingers up her thigh and she moans.
“Howie, ohh.”
I’m touching her. The wet folds of her perfect pussy are drenched. I slip a finger inside and she almost collapses on the staircase. I hold her up with my arm by the waist.
“Baby, take it easy. We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” I say. She looks over her shoulder and I stick my fingers in my mouth, wet with her cum. I slurp up her juices and she begs me with her eyes. “My princess is just going to have to wait.”
I help pull her back up as we arrive at her aunt’s apartment. She pats her hair, taking a couple deep breaths to make sure she’s presentable.
“I’m so excited for you to meet Aunt Margaret. You’ll see why I love her so much,” says Lacy. She smiles at me and I see again just how young she is. She looks almost as though she could still be in high school. Nothing about her shows any age. She’s ripe and perfect as a melon. I just want to pop her with my hard shaft, but no. It’s time to meet Aunt Margaret. I settle my cock down and we enter the apartment.
Lacy blends in easy with the surroundings of the place. The furniture is made of velvet and house plants drip from the windows. There are bowls of beads all over the tables.