by Unknown
Casa Bella was my first trip into Little Italy. The moment I'd heard him say Mulberry Street to the taxi driver, I was excited, my mouth watering. It did not disappoint with its stucco walls and wooden chairs, Italian paintings hanging everywhere. We finished off a bottle of vino and are well into our second. The breads were amazing, barely outdone by the muscles and pasta we had devoured before Justin insisted on their layer cake for dessert.
The way he smiled at me all night was lifting me so high I was nervous about coming down. This was why there is a long wake of devastated girls behind him, and I'm honestly not sure how aware of it he is. I feel special with him. I keep wondering if maybe he has never looked at anyone like this, that this is for me only, and I know not to let that happen. There was coffee in front of me, but also the last gulp of wine in my glass. Justin made me laugh again, and I got lost in his eyes—I gulped the wine.
Little Italy was everything I'd dreamed an Italian meal in New York could be, and I prepared myself, since I was becoming a New Yorker, that eventually I might be so jaded that it would not seem so spectacular, but for now it was wonderful.
We hop into another cab and have the driver aimed at my hotel. I am secretly a little disappointed, not wanting the night to end, but as we sit next to each other, I realize our night isn't ending, hardly. Earlier we had been impatient, our lust exploding from the pressure. We had quenched our thirst, but we hadn't extinguished our desire, not in the least.
Our legs are touching in the middle of the seat, and Justin placed his hand very high up on my thigh. I'm not even sure that area qualifies as part of the thigh, and he leans over to me and begins kissing my neck. I want to play too, but I'm not about to be shy, so I put my hand right on his cock and squeezed it, feeling it growing through his jeans. He moves his hands up between my legs, using his finger to press on my clit. I rub my thumb right where I know the head of his cock is as he slides his tongue into my mouth. We kiss all the way to my hotel and practically jerked each other off as we ignore the driver.
I try to pay for the cab when we get there, but Justin wasn't having that. Our mouths found each other’s again in the elevator until the doors opened and we were in the hall. The swipe key was ready in my hand and we were alone in my room in minutes.
As the door shuts, I pull Justin's move, slamming him up against the wall and pinning his hands back. It was more gesture than strength, we both know that, but he complies. The bulge in his pants was huge, and I went right at it, whipping his belt open, undoing the button, ripping at the zipper until his cock was free.
He was just as hard as earlier, an almost purple hint at its top. I put my tongue on his balls and slowly ran it up the entire length of him and when I got to the top I swallowed it. I wanted to hear his growl again, and I got it. As hard as I could, I began sucking him, imagining I was going to suck the cum out of him before he was even ready, all while I was looking up at him, letting him watch his hardness riding in and out of my face and my fingers played and tickled the place just behind his balls.
"Oh my God," he breathed, "that's incredible!"
I couldn't stop my proud smile, so while my lips parted, releasing the pressure on him, I flicked my tongue around his cocks slit, almost trying to go in it. He growled again and tries to push himself off the wall, but I push him back. Justin was stunned. I went back to making him watch, enjoying the taste of him, loving the control. His breathing started to get louder, and I felt his cock swelling slightly to an even more impressive size, preparing to climax.
"Enough," he demanded, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me away, pulling my mouth off him. He didn't help me up, though; instead he twists me down to the floor, turning me so that my ass is facing him.
There was nothing nice in the way he forced my dress up, or how he grabbed my V-string down to my knees. He was being an animal, and I felt myself practically gushing between my legs. I'd never been taken like this before, not painful at all, but forceful. I ache for him to enter me.
Fingers dove into me as soon he dropped to his knees behind me. They were not slow this time, curling in rapid hooks that torture my G-spot, pulling my wetness out with them. The thumb of his other hand, strums my swollen clit, holding open the tender folds, exposing the sensitive tip to the pad of his finger.
"You get so wet," he growls. "It makes me insane with lust."
He blows on me so I can feel all the wetness he's made. His thumb slides up my clit at the same time his fingers inside me pull down on my G-spot, and it's like I'm being torn apart by pleasure.
His hands disappear from me, leaving a throbbing ache behind them.
Justin takes his pants down and drops to his knees, and I arch my back to open up for him willingly. I could feel his engorged head press against my opening, dipping in to lubricate in my juices, and then after one short drawback, he rams it into me, unable to wait any longer. He fills me, taking part in all of my most personal secrets.
He falls forward onto my back and growls into my ear. The vibrations of his voice go straight to my pussy in wicked, electric jolts. Justin grabs my flesh, and I feel him reposition his legs. When he starts thrusting, he is on my G-spot, my body rocking under him as I enjoy the feel of his hips slapping my ass.
It is a rapture of passion. He’s taking me his way, not asking—taking!
One of his strong hands quickly twists up in my hair, holding it in one large bunch, and then he pulls my head back with it like the reins on a horse. My orgasm is suddenly right there, building and ready to explode as Justin controls my pace from his reigns, using my hair to keep me at the angle he wants to hit to make me cum. He knows right where my body has to be to climax, riding my orgasm, intent on my pleasure.
When his other hand finds one of my breasts hanging below me, and I feel his fingers gently rolling my nipple, I begin crying out, enveloped in my climax. I pushed myself back against him hard over and over until I felt the release, the thumping of my orgasm rocking me as my cum runs down the inside of my shaking legs.
My breath is heaving, and I am barely able to keep up. That doesn't stop me. I push back with all the might in my arms. If he's going to ride me like a horse, I'm going to buck like one and give him a ride to remember. I feel his cock all the way to its pounding hilt as he fucks the throbbing ending out of me.
I am declining now, my arms shaking with barely enough strength to hold myself up, and I realize Justin is doing the same, his hips are more twitching than thrusting, his breath more controlled. I'd practically drowned out his orgasm. He cannot catch his breath either.
He let go of my hair, and we collapsed to the floor, listening to each other breathe.
"You are incredible," he said at last.
My fears of disappointing him are completely obliterated, and I bask in the satisfied pride.
I smile and realize something funny. I lift my right leg into the air. "I still have my fucking shoes on again!"
CHAPTER III
We were able to get through all the formalities before noon. The retina scan had worked perfectly, as Lena had promised, and I went right to her office where she was waiting for me. She took all my tax forms, the voided check and direct deposit information. They had some non-disclosure and non-compete forms, and she had a laptop waiting for me with the equipment signoff sheet. We went over how to do expenses as well; since I have a cell phone already I’m going to expense a hundred of it monthly instead of getting a company one.
Then we met with John Fillmore, my boss, and they trained me on things I will need to support him, access to his calendar, and where our departments file share is located. John was still absolutely thrilled about the temp assistant being gone, his life is better already he said.
John set a lot of expectations down for me. Once I was acclimated, my time would be flexible. He'd explained that since he would be relying on me so much, often after regular hours confirming schedules or travel itinerary, things I could do from anywhere that it wasn't always important that I be at
the office. As long as I let him have an idea, and was there when I had to be, he didn't care.
I love him already!
His next two weeks were already set up, I only had to monitor for the first week, help with cancellations and changes, and maybe by the second week I would be in it enough to start scheduling out the following week. He tries to keep surprises and last minute appointments to a minimum so that he was usually lined up over a week in advance.
I honestly have no idea how the temp had screwed this up.
Lena brought me to my office and introduced me to the other four Executive Assistants. All of them seemed glad I was there as well, and after Lena left us to get to know each other, they admitted to me they had been picking up the slack from the temp. It wasn't that it was a lot of work with them sharing it, they told me—it was the principle of it that had pissed them off.
I felt very comfortable with the girls, which made my first day a good one. They even brought me along for lunch, where they got me caught up on just a little taste of the office rumors and gossip. Nothing spectacular or unusual, a few people sleeping with each other, most of them married. We ate burrito bowls at Chipotle, not my first time, but the first one I had found in New York. I was glad to see a familiar place. I watched the busy crowd rushing by the windows as we talked.
Kathy is a younger, well dressed lady that works for the CFO. She has a professionalism that exceeds her years, even when relaxed at lunch. Clarice was really just as professional, but I had a hard time seeing her that way because each time anyone said her name, all I heard was Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lector. She worked for the COO. Jennifer is the friendliest of the bunch, and the oldest. I got the impression she was also the busiest in the bunch, taking care of the Director of IT for an IT Security company. The Research and Development team fell under her, along with the entire Monitoring department and Customer Service. The General Council has Lynda for support. Lynda was a hippie fifty years too late, but her smile is infectious and her laugh contagious.
"So," I asked, "who supports the CEO?"
"No one," Kathy replies. "He says he doesn't need someone dedicated to him."
Jennifer chimed in, "Actually, Lena does enough for him to qualify, it's just that her actual position managing HR is above that on the org chart."
"And pay scale," Lynda added. "I don't mean that in a disrespectful way, it's just a fact. She does a ton at Panther, running HR and personal assistant to JP."
"JP?" I asked.
"The President and CEO of Panther," Kathy replied.
"He started the company," Clarice added. "You probably won't see him any time soon—he's almost never in."
"He's not running things?" I ask.
Lynda smiles. "Oh, he is. He runs it all and runs it well. He just does it remotely. He trusts his officers, which is kinda rare, let's them do what they gotta do, but don't think he doesn't know exactly what's going on."
"What's he like?" I asked, curious.
"Hot!" Lynda said.
Jennifer agrees with a huge smile and several rapid nods of her head.
"He's handsome," Kathy says, laughing at the others. "But we don't know his story."
Clarice seemed to read in my face that I wasn't following Kathy. "She means we don't know a damn thing about his personal life, not if he's married or single, or even gay or straight—nothing! Business is business with him, and personal is personal. We've tried to crack Lena for details, but she's a rock."
We all laugh.
"He pops in, sometimes unexpectedly, but most of the time he only shows up for executive meetings. You'll see the invite for the next one show up on John's calendar, and he'll point it out, he will not want to miss it," Kathy said.
When we walk back, I felt less like the new girl, and more like just one of them. For a moment, I thought about Justin, and that made me smile at first, remembering his tongue on me, the way he had pulled my hair, but that faded away quickly. I didn't hear from him for the rest of the weekend, probably wouldn't again, just as Trisha had warned me. He was likely on to the next girl already, and the next time I see him, he will want me to be his friend instead of his lover.
Unless he waited for me to call him this weekend, and I was screwing it up.
I don't have a clue how to do this! I need advice, I need a good friend, but no one from home would be of any use for this. I needed Trisha. After work I planned to head to the bar for dinner, hopping she was working.
At the office we use our own chat program; something on Microsoft's Lync I think is what they told me. After lunch I signed on the laptop and the chat opened. My account was already there, part of the company's login, and I can see the entire staff, broken into their departments. In the executive team I saw an entry for JP, the owner. He was online.
It was probably a good idea if I tried to say something, introduce myself, but as I hovered the mouse over his name, I couldn't find words I was comfortable with. If I'd met him, I'm sure it would be easier. I decided to wait until there was a reason, a little something that broke the ice.
I opened up my Outlook and went straight into the calendars and began making reminders on mine for John's key appointments. There was no reason to just monitor him for the first week; I planned to jump right in.
A yellow box opened and began flashing on my taskbar. It said "JP" on it, so I curiously opened it, guessing that it was our instant message program.
"Charity, nice to meet u, sort of," he'd typed. "How's your 1st day going?"
And the ice is broken.
After what the girls had told me at lunch, that he always knew what was going on at the office, it shouldn't be shocking that he knew who I was.
"Wonderful so far, Mr.—" I realized I didn't know his last name.
"JP," he sent, letting me off the hook. "Just call me JP. So, did the girls get u caught up at lunch?" he said, tagging on a little smiley face.
I laughed, grateful that he couldn't hear me snort through the chat, and typed, "LOL, yes it was very informative. R u in the office 2day?" I asked, curious how he knew we'd gone out for lunch.
"Unfortunately no. I'm in D.C. with a client and their IT, checking out a new location they want to open up. We're done for the day, so I popped onto our security cameras to see how the office was and saw you ladies walking back in."
"I didn't do anything embarrassing on camera, did I?” I asked. "That's usually my MO."
"LMAO. No u were very attractive and professional—just as Lena had described," he typed.
I was smiling even though he couldn't see me. "I hope she didn't oversell me," I joked.
"Not at all," he sent. "Ur as beautiful as she says and I saw ur resume myself. Panther is lucky to have u."
He makes me feel very comfortable, and I like that.
"Tell me," he said, "how did ur 1st startup do? I saw it on ur resume."
Wow! He did read it!
"Not bad for a small Mobile App company. Our most popular app rated college course difficulty utilizing criteria such a student GPA in the course, dropout and retake rates, and comparisons to the same course at other colleges. We sold it very early as it took off, split $250,000 three ways and I paid off the entire rest of my semesters."
"Wow!" he said. "My first 2 flopped. Panther is my 3rd. U already have a better track record than me."
I typed back, "Lol, I don't think it compares to this, and I really thank you for the opportunity. I promise to begin smiling whenever I pass a security camera."
"Lmfao. I like u, much more relaxed than the others there. U make me wish I was in the office," he said.
I sent a smiley. "Just let me know before you show up, I have to make sure I do Lena justice."
"No doubt u will," he typed. "Okay, I used enough of ur time. Maybe I'll check in with u later?"
"I'll be here," I sent.
For a few moments I just left the window up on my screen, thinking he might have something else to add. I don't know what I had expected, but JP was nothin
g like whatever that was. The girls described him wrong. Once I was sure the conversation was done, I closed the window and went back to John's calendar.
A few hours later, Lynda came by my office to see if I needed anything. She blew in like a breeze and eased into one of the chairs across from me. Her smile is easy and relaxing.
"So, how did it go today?" she asked.
I let out a deep, thoughtful breath. "It was wonderful. I think it went by too fast."
She laughed comfortably. "Well, the good news is you get a whole new whack at it again tomorrow," she said through her smile. "John is a sweetheart, you're lucky."
"He had meetings this afternoon, so I haven't had much time with him, but his schedule is pretty clear for tomorrow. We should get plenty of time then," I said.
"That's good," Lynda replies satisfied. "Did you get to meet anyone else today?"
"No. Only you girls and JP via IM."
"He IM’d you?" she asked, her face twisted up under a severe amount of confusion. I don’t know when it happened, I didn’t see it, but she is sitting bolt upright.
"Is that bad?" I asked, now worried I'd made a mistake.
"I—I don't know," she said, "I've just never heard of him chatting with any of us before. Ever! I've been here over two years, and other than confirming appointments, I've had only two conversations with him, both at Christmas parties."
Now I didn't dare tell her how friendly he'd been, certain it would not go over well. "Well it was just a professional welcome aboard," I told her.
Lynda chewed on that for a second and finally shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe it's a new thing Lena is making him do."
"Probably," I said, trying to be convincing.
She stood up. "Okay, heading back to my cave, I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Come grab any one of us if you do."
I smiled and said thanks as she left. I know exactly where she's heading, straight to the other girls so they could all figure out this chat business and what it meant. There was no reason to be mad about it, I'd do the same thing, but I have to hope it doesn't affect how they all treat me. I even had the same question they did—why me?