***
After Derek, men competing for her affections had their work cut out. It wasn't enough to own a motorcycle and sell dope. She worried she'd change into one of those weird women who wrote to men on Death Row in America. Fortunately she was delivered another bad boy via her new employment.
Without Derek's income she was forced to find a job, and landed a position in a music licensing company. Whatever her wayward ways and personal life choices were, Louise was bright, integrated well with people and was adept with technology. She managed a team when needs be and was well-received by the company because of her effectiveness at her job. In six months she'd gone from being a junior accounts co-ordinator to team leader of the department that dealt with music and education.
It was in a manger's meeting, as she flicked her pen on the desk and stared at the ceiling, making no attempt to hide her boredom that her eyes caught Nick's. At six foot two, Nick was from the North of England and had a broad Mancunian accent. He was thirty-two, six foot two, tan with dark curly hair, vivid green eyes and was undeniably attractive. Lowering her eyes under the pretence that she was contemplating the CEO's raving – facts and figures on profit and loss she had no real interest in – he winked at her.
He raised his eyebrows to signal he was as suicidal as she was trapped in the cramped boardroom. Spinning his note pad round he'd drawn a cartoon of her. She was naked and being fucked by a superhero who had an uncanny resemblance to himself. Giggling, the CEO turned and pointed at her. Louise scowled. She was no longer in high school and didn't need to be publicly reprimanded as a naughty girl.
'Did you have something to say Louise?' asked the gangly, balding CEO.
'No. Nothing to say. I was laughing not talking,' she replied directly.
He was stunned at her insolence.
'Do you think this is the place for laughter?'
'Laughter is a healthy thing and keeps you living longer. At least, that's what all the posters on the tube advertising the Comedy Club are claiming. If those facts are true, I'd say laughing in any place is appropriate.'
Nick snorted.
'And you think it's funny too?' he roasted Nick.
'I think this isn't a playground and you aren't the teacher. We've been in here nearly two hours. You can't keep anyone's attention that long. You need to exercise brevity and clarity in these meetings. That way you get your points across quickly and we'll have greater retention. You're abusing the attention span of everyone in here. Of course people will fidget and faff, that's human nature,' reasoned Nick boldly.
'When you two are in a position to advise me professionally I'll ask for it?'
'If you don't believe me and Louise, maybe you should try asking someone else. I'm sure they'll provide the same statistics.'
Louise thought the throbbing vein in the CEO's neck might explode in rage. There was an uncomfortable silence. The CEO could sense the affection and applause the people around the table were telepathically communicating to the rebellious Nick and Louise.
Summing up the meeting as speedily as possible, he left hurriedly to save face.
'Lunch?' asked Nick, passing Louise in the corridor.
'One thirty at The Dog And Duck,' she confirmed.
Walking in he was the spitting image of the old comic character Dennis the Menace in his black trainers, black chinos and a red and black striped jumper.
'I've seen you round,' he said, sitting on a stool next to her.
'How come I haven't ever seen you?' she pumped.
'Because I'm stealthy like a ninja. Have to be in my line of work.'
'What, printing out licences and managing accounts?'
'Shhh that's my day job. It's a cover. You don't know what I do at night. You don't know who I become at night.'
His teasing was piquant. Nick was irresistible. Handsome, enigmatic, charming, intelligent.
'I heard you played in a band.'
'You've been conducting research?' he needled.
'Only in the last half hour since the meeting finished.'
'And what did the girls in Music and Education tell you about me?'
'That you played bass in a band, are a very sweet guy and loyal friend.'
He grinned winningly.
'It's great to lead a double life,' he taunted.
'Stop playing games. Be straight with me.'
'I can't be straight. That's half my problem.'
Nick persisted in provoking and teasing her over lunch. It was frustrating but a massive turn on. He had an edge to him. He had a soft side for the office, but outside of nine to five he was a different man.
'How do I get to know your alter ego then?' she enquired, exasperated.
'Come see my band play Thursday?'
'For real?'
'Notting Hill Arts Club. We'll be on-stage at half ten. I'll leave your name on the door so you don't have to pay an admission fee.'
Paying the tab for lunch, he headed back to the office without waiting for her. His arrogance was beguiling.
***
Louise made the effort to attend. Notting Hill was famed for being hip and trendy. If they were the folks Nick was hanging out with, he was going to rate high on her 'Bad Boy' scale. Giving her name after queue jumping, the doorman took her in from head to toe then nodded for her to enter. She insisted on standing by the bar to watch the group play. They were a fusion of jazz and soul. Nick may not be the lead man in the band, but he was effortlessly cool and played a very mean bass.
Sauntering over to her after the set, he greeted her with an over-familiar kiss on the lips. Though warm and wet, her hands flew to his chest to remind him they had only just met.
'Come with me,' he said.
He guided her to the VIP area where she hung with his band mates and other musicians who were playing on the same bill. The drinking was fine, the marijuana chocolate brownies were better. When Nick nipped to the bathrooms, she was pleased the band members stepped in to entertain her in Nick’s absence.
'You with Nick then?' asked the lead singer Jeremy.
'I am.'
'Be careful,' he said seriously.
'Meaning?'
'Meaning, just be careful. He's not exactly what he makes himself out to be.'
'That sounds like a warning.'
'If that's what it sounds like, be sure to heed it,' said Jeremy simply.
'He plays in a band and what?'
'It's what he does when he's not in a band?'
'Which is?'
'Theft, Kidnapping, Grievous Bodily Harm. That's a lot of things stemming from one incident. Be careful who you jump in bed with.'
When Nick returned, Louise knew exactly who she was jumping in bed with.
'Will you take me home tonight?'
'Is that what you want me to do?' inquired Nick softly.
Louise nodded. Winking at his friends, Nick laced his fingers through Louise's to catch a cab home.
His studio flat in trendy Notting Hill, was small and basic. Cluttered with music and art books, his clothes hung on a mobile metal rail with wheels, his futon sofa was also his double-bed. The kitchen was clean, but the full cupboards and fridge suggested he was capable of cooking a decent meal. He was independent. Louise wondered whether the furniture and fittings had been purchased or pilfered.
Taking her by the wrists, his kisses were as demanding as they had been in the club. This time she submitted. Tossing her to the bed, he unbuttoned her tight shirt. As her creamy chocolate skin came into focus by the lamp light, he kissed between her cleavage and travelled south to her jeans.
Sitting up to shrug off her shirt, distracted by the sight of her taut torso, Nick reached to unclasp the bra. As her nipples hardened in the cool air, his hands went to her shoulders to push her flat on her back. Obliging him, she felt his teeth clamp round a nipple as he sucked hard. She wriggled in pleasure. Reading her reaction, he took a hand to her alternate breast to massage it. Flicking the nipple, he released her from his mouth nipping t
he other as he did so.
A burst of moisture emitted from her pussy. His long fingers slipped into the denim and under the elastic of her cotton briefs. Louise heard herself gasp as he curved them round her waist to meet at the button. She registered him unzipping her flies, before being aware he'd undone the button. His brute strength meant he could yank the jeans down.
Deliberately hooking into her underwear, her womanhood was exposed. He kissed her mound, inhaling deeply as he did. The scent of her was so delectable, he was consumed with a desire to taste her.
Forcing her apart at the knees, he crouched between her long, toned legs to let his tongue explore and examine the beautiful woman in front of him. As his tongue hit her clit, she moaned aloud. Letting her thighs widen, he was able to lick broadly from her anus to her bud. The continual rhythm of his tongue was excruciatingly pleasurable. Intoxicated by his technique, Louise had no idea what was coming next so she let Nick take charge.
Tongue by her slit, he forced the muscle in to penetrate her. He saw the sheets move upward as her hands clenched in fists to control her pending orgasm. Darting in and out he tongue fucked her pussy.
Knowing his erection needed to be serviced he wasted no time, slithering up her body. Pulling off his own jumper, her eyes widened at the lean, sinewy body. His stomach was a firm six-pack and the muscles of his chest rippled as his arms struggled to be free of his sweater. Undoing his chinos he shoved them down. His rod was purple, prominent and proud. The length was splendiferous, the girth ample for her tight slit.
Louise made as if to tend to his dick, but he didn't want a hand or mouth near it. He needed to plunge into her sticky wetness. The juices he savoured were divine, the sensation of them saturating his cock should be equally sensual. As he penetrated her she squealed at the head of the shaft bursting through. He wasn't in a mood to tease by inching himself in. He slammed in hard, making her take the full length.
She cried out in shock, but kept eye contact as he lifted her hips to enable him to fuck her deeply. With seamless motion and perfect rhythm, his sliding in and out was wondrous. She focussed on the feel of him ploughing her. The feel of him stretching her. The feel of him hitting the wall of her vagina. The feel of him rubbing nerve endings that had her pelvis bucking, arms thrashing and mouth moaning.
Lowering himself missionary style, he slowed the pace to a romantic engagement of bodies. Gliding in and out, he was able to enjoy her physicality and their joint compatibility. Their young bodies were sticking together from the steam and condensation the activity was generating in the tiny studio flat. Louise had never felt closer to a man. Strangely she felt her heart beat in a way it hadn't previously done.
Her hands were embracing him, her nails dragging up and down his back as she revelled with his dick inserting and exploring her. She grabbed his buttocks to ensure when he came, he'd come hard inside. Louise's gentle, but firm hands on Nick was what brought him to climax. He smiled as he realised she too was orgasming from vaginal intercourse alone. The conservative traditional position prevented him stimulating her clit, yet he'd taken her to a peak anyway.
It'd be recorded in both their sexual lives as perfect. Sleeping together, Louise spent half the night musing over how she'd keep Nick onside. Contemplating how she would continue to be of interest to him given she'd handed to him her only asset on their first date.
***
Waking the next morning, she was unsurprised to find him in the kitchen, but taken aback to see him whipping up a batter for pancakes.
'You're making me breakfast?' she asked brazenly.
'I am,' he replied, smiling.
'You aren't planning on kidnapping me are you?'
'No.'
'Your friends told me about you.'
'Good. Your friends at work told me about you.'
'When?' grilled Louise.
'After last month's meeting. You were cute. You reminded me of me. I did a little groundwork before the usual meeting on Monday this week.'
'I'm flattered.'
'That's nice to hear.'
'What'd they say?'
'About you?'
Louise nodded.
'They told me you liked bad boys. That all your past boyfriends were jailbirds.'
'Looks like you fit the bill too,' she said drily.
'Not at all,' objected Nick. 'I got my mates to make up a cock and bull story about me robbing a flat. Told them to claim I was charged with theft, kidnapping and assault to see if you'd take the bait.'
'They said GBH not assault,' she contradicted.
'Friends. They're always unreliable. They can't be trusted to deliver an important lie can they?'
'You didn't rob a house?' she clarified.
'No.'
'It didn't go wrong and you had to tie the family to a chair while you raided the home?'
'No.'
'You didn't slap them about, threaten them with a baseball bat or hurt your victims?'
'No.'
She studied him a long time, stunned she wasn't disappointed.
'The question is Louise, can the good guy come first and not last?'
***
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Meeting My Adonis
by
Jean Mathis
Lacey needed money bad. There was a difference between just needing a few extra dollars for spending money, and not having the cash necessary to keep your lights on. Lacey was in column 2.
So when Margarete, her friend, told her about earning money on Cammettes, Lacey only resisted the idea for so long. She needed money, and she wasn’t afraid to make it, even if she had to show her underwear to a few guys on the internet.
The website itself was simple enough to work. She locked her bedroom door to make sure she didn’t get interrupted by her roommate, sat on her bed, and logged into the site on her laptop. Her webcam turned on, and she could see a video of herself, with slight delay, and a chat room. Evidently the more people came into her chat, the more money she made. Simple.
It took mere seconds for two guys to join her chat room. She said hi to them, waved and smiled at the camera. The first response she got back was one Anonman21 telling her to ‘take off her top’.
She had to resist rolling her eyes. If they wanted to see her bra, it definitely wouldn’t hurt her earnings. She unbuttoned her shirt, and revealed the pink bra underneath. It was just like going to the beach, actually Lacey’s bikinis were a bit more revealing than her underwear if she thought about it.
A few more men joined her room, and soon there was a flood of requests. They wanted her to do everything from strip down nude, to unspeakable things involving foodstuffs. Instead Lacey wagged her finger at the camera.
‘Patience is a virtue, boys,’ she typed to them.
It made a few of them angry, but her number of viewers went up. If she understood the system, she was making an okay amount of money, nothing major. Nothing to quit her day job over.
One of the men agreed with her, ‘Good things come to those who wait,’ he typed.
Lacey thanked him, and blew the camera a kiss.
It was like having her own little show, even if her audience was a rotating group of 10 or so guys. She tried not to imagine what they were doing on the other side of the internet. They definitely weren’t sipping wine while appraising the artistic merits of her webcam strip show. But she couldn’t see them, she didn’t need to think about it. Instead she made bedroom eyes at her laptop, and occasionally adjusted her bra.
A few more men joined, and they told her to remove her pants. She looked at the time, and figured it wasn’t a big deal. She unbuckled and squeezed out, and soon her striped pink panties were there for the world to see. The chat room cheered, and a few complimented her on having a beautiful ass. She gave t
hem a playful eye roll, then shook her bottom at the camera for a little bit. It was refreshing. At work, around town, she worried about strange people staring at her. Here, they knew they weren’t going to get to take her home, they knew she wasn’t going to be some one night stand, and they still paid her the compliment.
‘Thanks for the compliments guys,’ Lacey typed, ‘But that’s as much clothing as I’ll lose tonight.’
There was a wave of angry chat messages, including a few that called her a bitch. She tried not to look hurt on camera, but it surprised her how fast they turned. The same man that supported her before, Ad0nis, came to her defense again.
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