WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Not now, I think, and I walk into the living room; I have business to take care of first.

  Gracie Mansion is huge. It drips with history.

  So when I walk into the main room of the house, I can't help but wonder about this building's place in history. Visions of Mayors past, and even early New York Federalists and Alexander Hamilton—okay, okay… now I really need to fucking focus.

  I grab my coffee and sit on the couch, powering up a nearby computer. I launch Skype and immediately, Susan's call comes through with the sound of shrill ringing. The ringing seems especially irritating this morning for some reason. Maybe it's because I'd rather be back in bed with Amy.

  "Well, aren't you an eager one this morning," I laugh. She's right on time, down to the second.

  She eyes me suspiciously and continues, "You look tired. Sleep much last night?"

  It seems like that's a thinly veiled question for something, but I shrug it off. "Apparently not enough, but this coffee should do the trick," I smile, pointing down at the steaming mug.

  "Well, I have some news that may wake you up," Susan replies.

  "Good or bad?" I ask, but then quickly say, "Give it to me either way."

  "It's good," she replies. "You're probably winning … if you count New York City."

  "Really?" I say with a yawn, running my fingers through my hair. I just remembered that I didn't bother brushing it before jumping on this meeting with Susan.

  "Are you okay, Parker?" Susan asks.

  "What? Of course I am," I say. "I'm fine. I just woke up, that's all. That's great news."

  She thinks for a moment, and her silence tells me that she's onto me. I've never been good at hiding things from Susan. She sees right through me.

  "Let me just ask you. What's Amy really doing on this team?"

  "She's uh," I think carefully about what I should exactly label her as, "functioning as my advisor."

  But it doesn't matter what I call her because Susan can sense that something's going on between us.

  "Oh really? Is that what you're calling her?"

  "Yeah, uh, look, I think we can talk more about this during—" I begin to say, but as soon as I do, Amy enters the room.

  She's wearing one of my button-up shirts … only a few buttons clasped together … and nothing else. The shirt just barely reaches her thighs and I have the distinct feeling that if she were to turn around, I'd have a nice view of her ass. It's falling effortlessly across one of her shoulders, nearly exposing a breast. My cock takes notice and twitches in my pants.

  I look back at my computer, realizing I'm still in a meeting with Susan.

  Fuck. Susan's noticed Amy's entrance as well, and her eyes are nearly ready to pop out of their sockets.

  "No way—you're fucking kidding, right?" Susan exclaims. "I can't believe I'm seeing this."

  "Calm down," I say. "Look, I have to go; we'll talk again soon—I promise."

  "Fuck that Parker," Susan says. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize what kind of shit you're in now?"

  "That's a little dramatic," I reply.

  "Dramatic?" she laughs, but I can tell she thinks that this is anything but funny.

  "I don't really give a fuck what anyone thinks. You know that," I say.

  "This is different," Susan says. "You're fucking your daughter, Parker! What's the public going to think about that?

  "Stepdaughter," I correct her.

  "How long do you think you can keep this hidden?" Susan asks.

  I'm silent for a moment, and Susan continues, "You'll be kicked out of Gracie Mansion. You realize that, don't you? If Giuliani couldn't even stay there with his mistress, what makes you think you can stay there with yours … your stepdaughter no less?"

  I'm still silent, trying to find the right words, and Susan, no longer able to stomach it all, drops a bomb into my lap.

  "Never mind," she says. "I actually don't need you to answer any of those questions because I quit."

  "Wait—" I begin to say, but she interrupts me.

  "I can't work with you."

  And just like that, Susan's gone.

  Fuck.

  I'll have to figure out what to do with that news. If Susan wants to leave, I'll need to figure out a backup plan, but not right this minute. Right now, I turn my attention to the image of perfection—the sexy golden goddess now standing in the room like a magnet for my desire.

  "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I say with a smile, getting up from the chair.

  "I see your day's off to a good start. Working already, huh?" she smiles back.

  "Not anymore … now that you're awake, I think we can do something else." And as soon as I say this, my cock knows exactly what I'm thinking.

  Amy

  I stand there in the middle of the living room with Susan’s words reaching my ears like a sledgehammer, hammering the truth deep into my soul like a long nail. I’m ruining Parker’s bid for the Senate. I’m ruining his life.

  What am I even doing?

  I can’t go on like this. I’ve played my mother’s spy for long enough. And, in doing so, I’ve… I’ve fallen for Parker. I need to admit it, even if just to myself. It’s time to quit this charade and, for once in my life, stand up for what’s right. I can’t destroy everything he’s working for, just so my mother realizes her political ambitions.

  I need to put an end to this.

  “I… I’m sorry, Parker,” I mumble, taking two hesitant steps toward him. He turns toward me, a resigned smile on his face.

  “What are you talking about, Amy? This is not your fault,” he tells me, closing the distance between us and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. “This has nothing to do with you,” he lies, and his lie hurts more than the truth itself. He’s lying because he wants to protect me, to shelter me.

  “Of course it does,” I whisper, grabbing his hand with mine. “You heard her… This is a mess. You’ve just lost your campaign manager, and if people ever hear about us… Susan’s right. I need to go.”

  “Go where, Amy? What are you talking about? I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Still smiling, almost as if he doesn’t realize how serious the situation is, he brushes a stray lock of hair away from my face and tucks it over my ear.

  “You need to fire me,” I blurt out, the words burning their way up my throat. I’m actually doing this. And it’s the right thing. I know it. “You need to fire me, and then you need to go after Susan and get her back.”

  “Stop talking nonsense, Amy, you’re --”

  “You need to get Susan back,” I continue, talking over him. Now that I’ve started, I need to go all the way. “You have to get your campaign together. You’re so close now… I know it; you know it. You can’t risk everything now.”

  Even though what I’m doing now might unleash hell upon my life, I have to do this before it’s too late. I don’t care if my mother comes after me looking for revenge, and I don’t care about some stupid tape anymore. What if my business suffers in the process? I’ll rebuild; I’ll start over.

  But I can’t hurt my stepfather.

  I can’t hurt the man I love.

  “I can risk everything, Amy… In fact, I need to do it,” he whispers, his eyes locking on mine.

  “Why?” I ask him, my voice just a whisper.

  “Because I’m falling in love with you,” he replies, and I feel as if someone has stolen the floor right from under my feet. His words echo inside my head like a melody and, at the same time, I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. “I’m falling for you, Amy,” he repeats, his voice steadier now, and pulls me into his embrace. “And that’s why I can’t let you go.”

  I say nothing as he wraps his arms around me, my face pressed against his chest. Tears well up in my eyes, and I smile. Right now, there are two opposite emotions inside of me, and I simply don’t know how to deal with that.

  On the one hand, all I want to do is surrender t
o the happiness his words have brought me, but on the other hand, there’s this urge to just run away and hide in some deep and dark hole. Why? Because I came into his life with one purpose—to bring him down—and now he has fallen for me.

  “I’m… I’m falling for you too,” I admit, unable to keep it all bottled up inside of me, the truth of it making my heart ache. I’ve fallen for my stepfather. I’ve fallen for the man I was supposed to be spying on.

  “I know,” he simply says, running his fingers through my hair. “We’ll work it out, Amy. I know we will,” he continues and, somehow, I find solace in his words. They give me hope. Even if it’s just a fantasy, they make me believe that maybe, just maybe, something good will come out of the mess I’m in.

  At the same time, though, I feel fear worming its way into my heart. For the first time in my life I’ve found someone I care about, and if he ever finds out the truth about me and mother… If that happens, I’ll surely lose him. And rightfully so; how can I ask the man I love to stay with me, to forgive me, when I stomped my way into his life as a spy?

  I take one deep breath, trying to purge my mind from all these thoughts, and I let my rational mind melt away. I let the sound of my heartbeat lull me into a world where everything’s perfect and, even if just for today, I want to live as if that’s the truth. I want to leave the real world outside and, just for now, be happy.

  “We will work it out,” I whisper, pulling back from his embrace and looking into his eyes. I force myself to smile and he smiles back at me, his fingers still running through my hair as he caresses me. I let the seconds pass us by, our eyes locked, and I reach for his lips and kiss him. “But now… Let’s just forget about it,” I ask him, closing the door to all that’s true and real, and stepping inside a fantasy where happiness is just at arm’s reach ...

  “We can do that, yeah,” he replies, leaning into me and kissing me back.

  His lips touch mine, and the whole world fades around us both.

  In his lips, I’m home.

  Amy

  Daddy,” I purr, a renewed sense of lust filling every single cell in my body. I’ve managed to shut down the reality I’m living in and, for as long as this moment lasts; I’m going to show Parker what a real woman can do.

  “Come,” I say, grabbing him by the hand and guiding him toward the couch. I turn to him and, pressing both my hands on his chest, I push him back and force him to sit down. He goes down willingly, a huge grin taking over his face, and I jump up on top of him, opening my legs so that I’m straddling him.

  His hands go straight to my ass, his fingers digging into my naked skin, and even though he’s wearing jeans I already feel his cock hardening against my pussy. I place my arms over his shoulders and, leaning into him, I kiss him once more. We kiss in abandonment; our tongues dancing and wrestling around one another as the joy of sin and lust take over us both.

  I start rocking my hips against him, moving them back and forth at a growing pace, and his cock reacts by becoming hard as steel. I grind against his thick shape eagerly, my pussy growing wet with each passing second, and I feel that delirious sense of loss of control making its way into my bloodstream.

  “I’ve never had a man like you,” I whisper at him, pressing my forehead against his as I keep on moving my body in a flowing motion. His hands are still on my ass, feeling the sway of my hips, and he’s squeezing my cheeks harshly.

  “Is that so?” he says, looking back into my eyes with that delicious smile of his. “I guess I deserve something special then, don’t I?” he asks me, pushing my thong to the side and caressing my ass crack with his thumb.

  “You do deserve something special,” I reply with a nod, already knowing what I’m going to do. I’m going to break free of all chains, of all decency, and I’m going to drive him utter and completely mad. “This is all for you,” I continue, grinding against him harder than before, moving my hips so fast that my muscles are already complaining from the effort. I just ignore the cramps and keep on swaying my body, pressing my wet pussy against the bulging shape of his cock as hard as I can.

  “Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of the couch and closing his eyes. I start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button, and then flatten the palm of my hands over his hard pectorals. I bite on my lower lip as I do it, feeling the rugged outline of his muscles under my fingertips, and then I lean toward him and crush my lips against his neck.

  I kiss his skin wantonly and then I part my lips and nibble at it, pulling it between my teeth. He groans once more, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong, and then tugs on it viciously. There’s a ripping sound, and then I sigh heavily as I feel the thong sliding off my body. I raise my hips for a second, allowing him to take it off of me, and then I sit back on his lap again.

  “You’re something special,” he tells me, throwing my thong to the side and laying his hands on my ass again. “I’ve never met a woman that could drive me half as mad as you do, Amy,” he continues, his voice heavy with anticipation. He’s probably wondering what I have in store for him, and that’s good; I want to keep him on edge.

  “Trying to buy me with praise?” I ask him, nibbling at his neck again and resuming the pendulum movement of my hips.

  “I don’t need to buy you with anything,” he replies, grabbing the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and pulling it over my head. I raise my arms up in the air as he removes the shirt in a hurry, and I let a smile creep up on my lips as I notice his eyes falling on my naked breasts. You guessed it—no bra.

  “No, you don’t. Your big cock has already bought me,” I tell him, taking my hand to his crotch and curling my fingers around the shape of his huge member. I feel it pulse against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine him inside of me.

  My heart starts racing inside my chest and, acting on pure instinct, I flick my fingers against the top button of his jeans and let it free. I then pull his zipper down, biting on my lower lip as I feel his hard cock pushing back against the fabric of his boxer briefs and brushing against my knuckles.

  With a half-growl, half-moan, I roll to the side and push his pants down his legs in a hurry. He helps me by kicking them off, and then I push his shirt down his arms, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my fingertips going over the cords of muscles that move under his arms.

  “Much better,” I grin, looking at his almost naked body with a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. My eyes focus on the harsh shape under his boxer briefs, and a sudden urge to have him inside of me takes over my mind.

  I’m going to take his boxers off, and then I’m going to suck on his hard cock in such a way that he’ll never forget my mouth. That’s what I want to do, but first, I need to feel his thickness stretching me wide.

  I simply can’t help it.

  I jump on top of his body once more, straddling him, and press my naked pussy against his crotch. I swallow hard as I feel his thickness throbbing against my pussy lips, just a thin layer of fabric between our bodies, and unbridled madness takes over me.

  “I… need… this…” I groan as I move, turning my fingers into claws and hooking them on his boxer briefs. I push them down his legs with erratic wild movements, and then I sit back on his lap, reaching for his cock with one hand. I curl my fingers around it and, with my eyes locked on his I start moving my hand back and forth as fast as I can.

  “Fuck… That’s… That’s good,” he groans, gritting his teeth as an expression of pure bliss takes over his face. He throws his head back again, a sudden grin dominating his lips, and he thrusts his hips up by instinct. He wants to feel more than just my fingers wrapped around his cock. And you know what? So do I.

  I stop stroking him and angle his cock down, pointing its tip straight at my pussy, and then I just rub it up and down over my drenched folds. I moan as I trace the length of my pussy with his cock, and then he just grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him almost too violently. There’s no way I can resist his movemen
ts, and so his cock flies inside of me fast, straining against my inner walls as it impales me.

  “OH GOD!” I scream, the fires of hell leaping from his cock and into my pussy, scorching everything in their way. “OH GOD!” I keep on screaming, already moving my hips back and forth like I was doing moments before. Except this time I’m no longer grinding against his cock; this time his whole thickness is inside of me, flooding my mind with the kind of pleasure that can’t be described.

  “Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I somehow manage to open my eyes and look at him.

  “It’s much more than just good,” I reply, moving my body over his cock as fast as I can. He guides the movement of my hips with his hands, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and I let out a moan each time I feel his cock going all the way inside my pussy.

  I ride him fast and wild, and I do it so fiercely that beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead. Locks of hair are plastered against my cheeks, and I feel exhaustion taking over my muscles. Still, I don’t give up; all this just makes me want to go even harder, to push past all limitations and explode in ecstasy.

  “My turn,” he whispers, hooking his finger on my hips and taking all control. He pushes me down, impaling me on his cock, and then he starts thrusting upward. He pistons at me with a ravenous fury, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a breakneck pace.

  Each thrust of his is like a fast acting drug, and I just know that if he keeps on fucking me like this I’m going to OD on pleasure. Seriously, has anyone ever died from having an orgasm that was just too strong? I don’t know, but I guess that eventually I’m going to find out, won’t I?

  “Oh, fuck, Parker… Harder, harder, HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, letting my head fall back as I exhale sharply, my scream turning into a quivering moan as a sequence of spasms and twists take over my body. I convulse as if I’m having a seizure, my pussy lips choking his shaft, and I dig my fingernails into his pectorals, hard enough to leave a mark.