Suave

by C. A. Bell

  “What? I’m not trying to wind you up.”

  “Well, you are.”

  “What? Asking you where you are going is winding you up?”

  “Just your presence winds me up.”

  “That’s not what you were saying a couple of nights ago.” I winked.

  She rolled her eyes. “Look, Mr. Big Shot, let’s get one thing straight here. I chose you. You didn’t choose me. The only reason you even came within a sniff of my crotch is because I wanted it.”

  “Wow.” I raised my hands in the air like she had a gun pointed at my dick. “Megalomaniac alert.”

  “Ha!” She started her pursuit for the doors again.

  I went after her. There was no chance she was walking out of here without hearing the truth.

  “If you must know, I chose you. I chose you the moment I saw you. Even told my mate that I’d have you on your back before the night was out.”

  She stared forward, her lips pursing. Now, I was winding her up.

  As we approached the door, she turned. “Please, Max, you don’t need to walk me out. Go back to your underwear shopping and leave the real world to us adults.”

  Before I had time to think of a witty comeback, the door had shut behind her.

  Argh! The woman annoyed me. Even if she was as sexy as hell.

  The Knicker Corner Creep

  Brooke Knight

  I huffed down onto the backseat as Jacob closed the door. What an absolute arrogant arsehole. I hated the fact that he actually believed his own shit. He really thought he’d chosen me that night when the fact was I had just been looking for a cock to rock the thoughts of Lennox away. This never happened. Neither men nor women chose me. I always said who, where, and when.

  Jacob caught my eye in the rear view mirror. “Back to the office?”

  “Please.”

  “Right you are.”

  Not another word was spoken between us. I just sat there seething at the thought of both Lennox and Max thinking they had got the better of me and were the ones wearing the trousers. Well, they weren’t, and I was going to prove it to the pair of them one way or another.

  ****

  “Hey.” Ava set some papers down on my desk. “These are for the next issue.”

  I took the pile and flicked through. “Thanks.”

  She went to leave, but stopped at the door and swiveled on her heels. “Are you okay?”

  “Just having one of those days.”

  “Is it the whole Lennox Grant thing? It won’t amount to anything. It never does.”

  “I’m not so sure this time, Ava.”

  She came and sat down. “Do you want to talk?”

  Talk? What good would that do?

  “No, you’re right. It will probably all blow over soon,” I agreed, not wishing to discuss the matter any further.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to get it off your chest?”

  The question pulled my eyes straight down to her swollen mounds that were peeking at me through the gap in her blouse.

  I forced a blink. Anything to snap my attention away. “I’m sure. Thank you.”

  “Well, how about a drink after work or something? Help take your mind of off things, if only for a few hours.”

  I pondered the thought. I had planned on going to Bar Noir tonight if my luck failed at the department store. Maybe taking Ava along could work in my favour. If Jasmine wasn’t there, at least I could take my frustrations out on Ava. And if she was there, well, I’d soon get rid of Ava. Either way it was a win-win if she came with me.

  “Sure. I’d like that.”

  “Really?” She sounded shocked.

  “Mhm. I know this lovely bar we can visit.”

  “Sounds great. Do you want to head off straight from work?”

  “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

  “Sure is.”

  “Fabulous.”

  She stood and wiggled her hips as she straightened her pencil skirt. “See you later then.”

  “It’s a date.”

  ****

  Max Harper

  I spent another ten or fifteen minutes mooching through the men’s clothing, then another half an hour or more sniffing the colognes before I decided to give up. According to the internet, she designed on site and was always about the shop floor amongst her lingerie to give advice to women. Well, that was a load of crap. I’d been here well over an hour and hadn’t seen so much as a sexy toe.

  I pushed open the heavy door and stepped out, cigar already between my lips, and lit it. Just how I was going to bump into Jasmine Chambers again was beyond me. Sure, I could turn up to the store every day and hang about in the women’s underwear section. But eventually that was probably going to see me banned and named a pervert. Sure, for a few days I could get away with it, but most of the women in the store had given me the eye at some point, so they were bound to notice me next time and the time after. And it would only be a matter of time before I tweaked their suspicious natures. All women had that ugly feeling entwined in their DNA. No… stalking the underwear section was not an option unless I wanted security searching my pockets for panties and gaining the nickname ‘the knicker corner creep’.

  I headed to the car park, still pondering my next move. Maybe I could find out who that Lesley was. She definitely had the hots for me. Maybe I could get some info out of her. If anything, at least we’d have some fun in the process.

  I slipped into the driver’s seat of my Mercedes and started the engine. I had no clue how to find either of them. There was only one thing for it. Back to Bar Noir tonight.

  ****

  After hours of searching the web for more info on Jasmine and coming up with naff all, I got myself suited and booted and headed for the bar in the hope that she would be there again. On the drive, I wondered if Brooke was going to show up. I was almost certain she would. Her need for control and power was very visible. She was a woman after my own heart, but that was just it. She was a woman. If she’d been a man, she might have given me a run for my fifty grand, but she wasn’t. I pitied her really. She was already starting to crack. Becoming irritated with me and snapping was the start of her fall. It was just like watching a bluffer in a poker game. First they were smug, then they became vexed. After that came the sweats, and then finally, the fall. Brooke Knight was two steps away from falling flat on her face. I couldn’t wait to pick her up. When I won, I wouldn’t rub it in too much. That wasn’t very gentlemanly. But when I did, she was definitely going to feel the burn of the letter L right on her arse cheek as I slapped her bum with one hand and took my money with the other.

  Pulling up to the bar, I noticed her Bentley and parked beside it. Her driver looked over and nodded as he leant against the car on his phone. I returned the gesture, locked my car, straightened my jacket and headed to the entrance. As I approached, the doorman got the door for me and I thanked him before heading inside. I glanced around the place as I took the few steps that led down into the bar area. I couldn’t see Brooke nor Jasmine, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see me. I strutted to the bar, shoulders wide, back straight, oozing sex appeal and class. A woman sitting with a man to my right did a double take before remembering who she was with and looking away. I grinned. It didn’t matter if they were married, engaged, with kids, without kids, sexually confused, broke or rich. They all wanted me.

  “What can I get you?” the barman asked as I propped myself against the counter.

  “Sparkling water, please.”

  He gave me an odd look.

  “I’m driving tonight.”

  “Gotcha. Would you like a slice of lemon or lime with that? Cucumber, perhaps?”

  I frowned. “No thanks.”

  As I waited for my beverage, I skimmed the room, checking the bar first, and then the tables and chairs that surrounded it. No sign of any sexy brunettes. Hmm… where was she hiding. I knew she was here. After I paid for my drink, I set about sniffing her Chanel N°5 out. Reaching the end of the bar,
I turned left. Bingo. There she was, and with a friend no less. Bringing backup now. She really was crumbling fast.

  She looked up as I neared the table she and her friend were sat at.

  “Evening.”

  She forced the corners of her mouth to lift. “Evening.”

  “How are you?”

  “Fine, thank you. Yourself?”

  “All good. Do you mind?” I grabbed a chair and pulled it out before she could refuse me, and took a seat opposite her and next to her friend with the heaving bosoms that were almost popping the buttons on her shirt off.

  “Max. Max Harper.” I introduced myself knowing full well Brooke wasn’t about to.

  “Ava.”

  “Ava. That’s a lovely name.”

  She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes dropped back to her cleavage quickly as she looked away, then went to Brooke. “So, what brings you here tonight?”

  “De-stressing after a very frustrating day.”

  “Oh. That’s not good. What, or who, has got your back up?” I asked, trying to hold back my smile, knowing just who had annoyed her today.

  “Just some knobhead. In fact, make that two knobheads.”

  “Sorry, do you two know each other?” Ava asked, her eyes darting between us both.

  Brooke opened her mouth, to spout some crap no doubt, but before she could make a noise, I jumped in with, “Yes, we do. We’re actually new acquaintances.”

  Brooke shot me the evil eyes and I couldn’t help but let the deviant fucker inside me take over.

  “Yes,” I started, getting Ava’s attention. “We met in this very bar, actually. A couple of nights ago.”

  “Oh?”

  Brookes eyes narrowed even more. She was squirming, just waiting for me to put her out of her misery with a lie. But it wasn’t going to happen. “Mhm. This beautiful woman seduced me into her bed.”

  Ava’s eyes widened as her cheeks lifted to a full smile. “Really? She never said.”

  “Does she usually kiss and tell?”

  “Alright, that’s enough,” Brooke announced.

  Ava shot me a cheeky grin then obeyed. Hmm, who was this woman?

  “So, Ava, how do you know Miss Knight?”

  “You don’t need to know that,” Brooke butted in, not giving her a chance to even part her lips.

  “Oh, stop being such a private pants. I’m her PA.”

  I grinned. “Her PA, huh? And what does such a position entail?”

  “Why do you want to know?” Brooke snapped. “Look, Max, we are here to have a little girl time, so if you wouldn’t mind.”

  Ava shot her a look of surprise.

  “Of course.” I stood. My work here was done. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

  “You didn’t,” Ava piped up.

  “Nice to see you again, Brooke.”

  “Likewise, Max,” she said, looking straight past me.

  “And lovely to meet you, Ava.” I took her hand and kissed it lightly.

  “Pleasure’s all mine.”

  I winked at Ava then lifted my glass to Brooke before turning my back on the pair and walking away. Miss Knight was well and truly riled at the fact I had learnt new things about her. Not only was she a power driven individual, but a private one at that. Well, she’d have no privacy from me. At least, not until this little bet was squared away. I was having too much fun watching her squirm.

  Brooke knight

  I screwed my face up in annoyance as I watched him strut his sexy frame away. God he irritated me. I didn’t like him knowing things about me. It felt as though it gave him the upper hand or something. Sure, it was easy enough to get some intelligence on him, but my spies were far too busy to be sniffing around Max Harper and his no doubt expensive and tacky bachelor pad.

  “He’s hot.” Ava finally turned to face me after drooling over Max’s arse.

  “Yeah, he’s alright.”

  “Alright? Are you kidding me?”

  I gulped my gin and tonic, praying that the alcohol would soon kick in and take the edge off.

  “And you had him? The other night? Shit. Why did you not print that one in the mag? I sure would have.”

  I laughed. “I would have if it was something worth writing about,” I lied.

  Fact was, it was one of the best shags I’d ever had, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him or anyone else for that matter. No. Mr. Harper’s head was already big enough.

  “Oh, he was a shit shag?”

  I nodded.

  “Damn. The best looking ones always are.”

  “I hope I’m not included in that category?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh God. No. No. I didn’t mean you. You were… amazing. You know it.”

  “So that must make me really ugly?”

  She slapped my arm, playfully. “You don’t need me to tell you that you’re stunning. Just look around. Nearly every man in this place lost his eyeballs when you walked in, and so did half the women. Even when you are having a rough day you look flawless.”

  “What would I do without you boosting my ego every day, Ava?”

  “Nothing. You’d be lost without me. Just remember that.” She winked, picking up her pink cocktail and placing the sugary rim between her lips.

  Watching the liquid slowly enter her mouth as she pursed her lips, I felt my clit throb. Her tongue then swooped the perimeter, licking up any spilt liquid. My nub hummed. I needed to come. I needed to just let loose and concentrate on nothing but the sensation of being pleasured.

  I glanced at my watch. It was only eight-thirty. I couldn’t leave now. It was still too early in the night and Jasmine might still show. There was only one thing for it.

  “Are you horny?” I asked Ava, leaning forward.

  “Huh? Now?”

  “Mhm.”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Because I am.”

  Her brows rose. “What exactly do you have in mind, Miss Knight?”

  “Get to the ladies and I’ll show you.”

  Sexy Fun with Ava

  Brooke Night

  I locked the cubicle door behind me then rushed her to the wall before thrusting my crotch against her arse. God, sometimes I wished I really did have a dick. To unleash a raging hard-on right now and stick it inside her tight little cunt would have been heaven. But all I had were fingers, toes, fists, and if she was feeling really naughty, feet, to shove inside her. I grabbed the bottom of her pencil skirt and pulled it up above her arse before doing the same with mine. The heat from her warm backside almost engulfed my pussy as she pushed back against me, making contact. I slapped her lightly, gave her a few more thrusts, then hooked my fingers around her thong and pulled it to the floor as I crouched to perfect pussy eating height. I seized her legs and pulled her back slightly before saying, “Stick your arse out.”

  She did straight away and I instantly went for her clit, curling my tongue up until I reached the swollen nub. It wasn’t hard to find. The poor thing was practically bursting at the seams with sexual tension, ready to explode. I flicked the tip of my tongue over it vigorously then reached up and pushed a finger inside her. I wanted her to come, and fast, because I needed to get mine. I needed to unravel my knotted, tensed muscles as I rolled my hips against her pretty face and came in her gorgeous mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned in a hushed tone.

  I dipped another finger in, feeling her silkiness stretch, and reached up for her G-spot. Finding it, I began to work both ends of the beautiful nerve. She bucked her hips as I wriggled my fingers against her sweet spot.

  “Oh God.”

  I looked up to see her nails scratching at the wall, trying to dig in and find something to grip a hold of. She was close. I continued where I was, rubbing, licking, and sucking on her pussy. Feeling the warm liquid inside her increase in volume around my fingers creating a squelching noise every time I pushed deep. Her muscles tighten around my digits. I withdrew and ran my tongue from her clit to her arsehol
e over and over again as she came, throwing her head back, arching her back and trying to remain as quiet as possible.

  Once her muscles had eased and her panting had slowed, she turned around, a look of lust in her eyes, and pulled me close.

  “Fuck. You have the most amazing tongue,” she said, licking her lips before rushing them against mine and tasting her own juices.

  Her tongue circled mine as her hand went between my legs and inside my underwear. My clit spasmed against her finger as she made contact with it and began to rub circles. This was what I needed so bad. I’d had enough of men for today. Enjoying some sexy fun with a woman was the cure. I pulled away from the kiss and stepped back, bringing her with me until I hit the wall. Resting my head back, I looked up at the ceiling then closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of everything other than the sensations she was causing against my pussy. Right now, all I needed was to feel.

  Voices outside forced me to snap my eyes open and look towards the door.

  Ava grinned and placed her finger against my lips then dropped to her knees and sucked my clit into her mouth.

  I wanted to moan. I wanted to talk dirty to her and bang my arse against the wall as I thrust against her tongue, but fuck me I couldn’t.

  I jerked as her tongue started to flick back and forth over my sensitive bud. I could feel the warm liquid inside me accumulating, just waiting to release in a gush as my whole womb clenched in orgasm.

  “Do you think this red lipstick goes with this eye shadow?” one of the girls outside the door said.

  I smiled. If only they knew what was going on just feet away, they wouldn’t be worried about the shade of their lips, more the colour of their cheeks. In all my life I’d never met a woman like me. Powerful, sophisticated, yet at the same time a complete slut with a voracious appetite for sex. It was either one or the other. The dominant women in the workplace were just too tired for anything other than work. And the slutty ones were sleeping with anyone, desperate to work their way up the ladder. I was a mixture of both, bar the desperate need to get up the ladder. I was a workaholic and a sexaholic, and proud of who I was. I knew some people frowned upon my sexual behaviour, people like Jacob for example, but I wasn’t ashamed of myself. Why should I be? I was a single, rich girl living the dream. Why shouldn’t I grab all the sexy arse I could and enjoy it? Life was too short not to enjoy yourself when you could.