by Anita Cox
I did as he asked, watching as he slid his erect cock over my bottom lip. Gasping as it entered the warmth of my mouth.
“Good girl.”
I sucked gently while my tongue worked the shaft. He only stayed there a few moments before withdrawing.
“Stand up and put your hands on the bed.” He helped me to my feet and turned me toward the bed. I put my palms on the bed as instructed.
He reached around, pulling my skirt to the floor. “Step out of your shoes and your skirt.”
I stood with my bare feet on the floor, panty covered ass at his disposal. He stuck one of his feet between mine and kicked my feet to open them wider.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Candy. You’re making plans without me and engaging in a very naughty business. I think it’s time for a little punishment.” As serious as he sounded, I still had to fight a laugh.
“Uh, I’m sorry?”
The loud crack of his hand slapping my ass filled the air.
“I didn’t give you permission to talk.” He rubbed the cheek he had previously smacked for a moment, then sat facing me on the bed. “Now lay across my lap like a good girl.”
I turned and laid across his lap. He adjusted so that his hard cock stood between my legs then started rubbing my ass cheeks.
“You’re so bad, Candy. What am I going to do with you?” Crack! Another smack to my ass followed by his hand rubbing the area. “You’re so fuckin’ hot and I think you know it.” He cracked my ass again.
I could feel his cock pulsing between my thighs. I wasn’t sure what to do, since I wasn’t supposed to talk.
“What are you, Candy?” he asked.
“A bad girl?” I asked.
He smacked my ass again. “What do we do with bad girls?”
John was living out some sort of fantasy and I was willing to play along, but I wished I knew what he wanted me to do.
“Spank them?”
“Oh no,” he said as he smacked my ass again. “A spanking only does so much good.” John squeezed my thighs together as he moved his cock between them.
“So what do you do to bad girls, John?”
Crack! I wasn’t sure how much more smacking I could take. I was getting aroused but it stung at the same time.
“Maybe a solid fucking will do you some good.” He lifted me off of his lap and threw me on the bed. “On your hands and knees.”
I rolled over to get on my hands and knees, but before I could get into position, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the end of the bed. As soon as I was on my knees, he grabbed my hips and eased himself inside me.
He only took a few gentle strokes before he really quickened the pace and intensity. I was panting in no time and pulling at the sheets.
“I think it’s time you do the work!” He pulled out of me and crawled up on the bed, resting his back against the wall. He tapped his thighs, motioning for me to have a seat.
I climbed on top and he grabbed me, sliding a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. He was breathing hard through his nose, his arousal beginning to peak.
He guided himself inside me, then put a firm grasp on my hips. As I moved up and down on his throbbing cock, he bit his lip.
The pace was quick and it felt like my heart was ready to jump out of my body. John shouted out his pleasure while holding me firmly in place. And while I didn’t come, watching him go over was more than exciting. It fulfilled me.
We stayed as we were and took a moment to catch our breath. I finally succumbed to aching thighs and rolled off of him and onto my back.
“Wow,” he gasped.
I smiled. John was firmly on board with the club and with me. What more could a girl ask for?
Chapter 16
The next day, Olivia and I put our heads together, refreshing our memories of all the things we had accomplished together. We pulled the numbers and knew exactly what we brought into the firm, down to the penny.
We were armed with every bit of information we needed to persuade Tucker and Takahashi to leave us be and had accomplished it by lunch.
“What’s the dream team up to now?” Dekker sauntered into my office.
“What can I do for you, Eric?” I threw my sandwich on the desk.
Olivia looked like she might keel over from a stroke as her chewing slowed to a halt.
“You can answer my question. What are you working on?” He plopped down next to Olivia.
I took a sip of soda and smiled. “Well, Olivia here was plotting world domination, but I told her that was foolish. I’m willing to settle for my own little corner of the world.”
I don’t know what it was about Eric Dekker, but I really hated the man. It didn’t matter that he was my direct supervisor, I never acted subservient. Maybe it was because that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Kavana, I asked you a question and I want an answer.” He did the classic jacket unbutton as he leaned back, throwing one leg over another. Again. His too-cool-for-school routine was getting boring.
“Sir, we’re eating lunch. That’s exactly what we’re working on at the moment. I don’t know what to tell you.” I enjoyed toying with this tool.
“What project are you currently working on? Tell me now.”
Why did he care? I always sent memos on my work. He got a weekly report from me…
“Ah, I know what you’re up to. No dice, Dekker. You’re on your own.” I laughed, wadding up my napkin and throwing it into the trash bin.
“What?” Olivia looked confused.
“Eric found out that Tucker invited me to his place tonight. He wants to know what we’re doing so he can take credit for it to disarm me before I get there.” I looked at Eric. “Sound about right?”
“You have no respect for authority. I’m going to write you up for insubordination.” He jumped out of his chair and stormed out the door.
“Have fun with that!” I called out to him.
Olivia shook her head. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yes. Yes, I should have. I don’t know if you noticed or not, but I failed to mention your attendance and tonight’s little soirée. Dekker isn’t going to know what hit him.” Amused at myself, I tossed my feet up on the desk. “We need to be careful today. My office can’t be left unattended since all of our files are in here. So if you need to use the bathroom, tell me and vice versa. We’ll leave together, taking everything we need with us.”
Olivia tossed her sandwich wrap in the trash. “It feels like a hostile takeover, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does. I guess, in a matter of speaking, it is.”
She stretched. “So, did you figure out which property you like?”
“I go look at it tomorrow. Thank you for your help on that, by the way.” I snickered. “I’m actually interested to meet your sister.”
“Uh, she’s a skank. I’m sure she’ll try to fuck you.” She rolled her eyes. “But don’t, she’s got ninjas.”
I laughed. “What?”
“STDs. And she doesn’t care who she passes them to. I love her, but loathe her at the same time. So steer clear.”
Yuk. “Not a problem.” I looked at the clock. “We’d better get some work done today. Be sure you’re changed and ready by five. Drinks are early.”
She nodded and returned to her desk.
The end of the day came before I knew it. I changed as quickly as I could, adding a bit more make-up.
“Are you ready for this?” Olivia was at my door looking spectacular.
“You look great.”
“If my tits were smashed together anymore, I’d have a uni-boob.” She whined as she adjusted ‘the girls.’
Snickering, I slid on my new stilettos. “That’s the point.”
“I don’t care what the clothes say, I’m not doing either one of them.”
Olivia really made me laugh when she was worked up. I fought the urge to egg her on. “Look, the package says one thing—which is a distraction. Then we wow them with ou
r actual brilliance so I can close the deal. All you have to do is be your spectacular self. Okay?”
She took a deep breath. “I can be fabulous for you, especially if it screws over Dekker.”
“You grab that briefcase, I’ll get the big one.” I pulled the thirty-pound bag over my shoulder.
“Why are you taking the bigger one?” she asked.
“Because I’m more used to wearing stilettos than you are.”
She shrugged and locked the door behind me as we walked out.
I noticed Dekker watching us walking out with the large bags. Betting he thought I was quitting, or stealing, I stifled a smile.
“Look as serious as you can,” I whispered to Olivia.
She gave me a puzzled look then commenced to scowling as we walked out to my car.
“What was that about?” she asked as she heaved the bag into the back seat.
“Dekker was watching. I wanted to preoccupy his mind a bit.”
I programmed Tucker’s address into my GPS and followed the directions. It was quite a drive to Tucker’s mansion outside of town. My car whined as I climbed the curvy hill of his drive.
“I half expect Robin Leach to be waiting for us up here,” Olivia joked.
“From Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous?” I laughed.
A valet parked my car as a butler led us inside. I could see that Olivia felt uncomfortable and outside of her element.
“Relax,” I whispered.
She gave me a weak smile.
“Candy!” Charles Tucker threw his arms in the air. “There’s the pride and joy of my firm!”
“Hi, Chuck. It’s good to see you again.” I gave him a quick, awkward hug.
“And this vision must be Olivia Bryant, your assistant.” He held out his arms.
Olivia stuck out her hand. I frowned quickly and shook my head. She succumbed and gave Charles the hug he wanted.
“Ladies, let me introduce you to Hori Takahashi.”
The Japanese man was taller and younger than I expected. He leaned forward and gave a respectful bow. “It’s a pleasure.”
“Kon’nichiwa,” I said bowing back.
“Very nice dialect,” Mr. Takahashi said.
“She’s been practicing all day,” Olivia teased.
I smiled at her. She was beginning to relax.
“It’s true. That’s the only word I know. Perhaps I’ll have to learn more.”
“Juanita, would you please pour these two whatever drink tickles their fancy.” Charles motioned to one of his staff.
She rushed over to us. “Would you like champagne or can I get you something else?”
“Champagne would be lovely. Thank you.”
“Same here.” Olivia said smiling.
Once she brought us our glasses, we were led onto what could only be described as a house-sized balcony overlooking Charles’s private golf course.
“Damn,” Olivia said under her breath. She blushed when she realized that Charles had heard her. “Sorry, Mr. Tucker.”
“Don’t you worry about a thing, Ms. Bryant. I grew up poor, so I know all too well how incredible this place is. Not only that, anyone that brings me 8 million in one year can curse as much as they want.”
“Actually it’s 8.75 million, but thank you.” Olivia’s eyes looked like they may fall out as she took a sip of champagne to avoid speaking again.
Mr. Takahashi laughed. “Yes, please feel free to speak freely, especially with those figures.”
“Is that why I’ve been invited here, Chuck? Because honestly, I’m a bit confused. You’ve never invited me here before.” I took a seat, hoping the skirt would not rip. Sheila had selected an outfit that went beyond form fitting. It wasn’t easy to breathe.
“Well, in a matter of speaking, yes. You’re my biggest asset, and since Takahashi has invested an enormous amount of money in my firm, I thought he should get a chance to know you.”
Mr. Takahashi scooted his chair in a bit closer. “Ms. Kavana, I have spent a large sum of money to investigate you thoroughly.”
Nausea, sudden and sharp, rolled through my body. “What?”
“I know everything about you, including your new recreation, the one you acquired within the last months. I know you’ve recently moved or are in the middle of moving in with your steady partner, Johnathan. I know more about you than anyone else on the planet.”
I felt violated, but I couldn’t let it divert my attention.
“That’s against the law!” Olivia was nearly yelling.
“No, Ms. Kavana signed paperwork when she was hired, consenting to a thorough background check. When I acquired the company, or part of it, I acquired the right to look into her. But I appreciate your loyalty to her.”
I sipped at my champagne, leaned back in the chair, throwing my arm up over the back to appear relaxed, even if I was about to pass out. “So what do you think Mr. Takahashi? Do we have a problem?”
“Please, call me Hori. Something tells me that you are well prepared for this meeting.” He shook his glass at a woman waiting nearby who had another glass of what I assumed was scotch in his hand immediately.
I wasn’t prepared for that. Shit, shit, shit. He knows about the sex parties. “I am prepared, sir.”
“Hori,” he insisted.
“Hori, I am well prepared for this evening. I can tell you every detail of every marketing campaign I’ve ever done. I can tell you by percentage or by figure how much I’ve been able to achieve since bringing Olivia on. I can also tell you, I’m not letting her go. I don’t care what blackmail Dekker wants you to use against me. Smear me if you want, Hori, but it’s a huge mistake. As you pointed out, I’m almost a nine million dollar a year asset with Olivia by my side.” I smiled and batted my eyelashes.
“Who is Dekker and why does he want me to blackmail you?” Hori asked.
“He’s a pipsqueak in my office,” Charles interjected. “Judging by security footage, it’s about time I fire his ass, too.”
A random guy walked by, refilling our champagne flutes.
“He’s been snooping around me all day. He’s tried to take credit for my work for years, though I’ve managed to overcome it several times.” I uncrossed my legs to allow more oxygen to flow into my lungs. “So if you aren’t blackmailing me, what exactly do you want?”
Charles stood up, excusing himself from the room for a moment.
Hori leaned in, putting his elbows on his knees. How very American.
“I am already impressed with you, Ms. Kavana. I’d like to open up a new division and I want you, along with your assistant to lead it.” He cleared his throat. “But we’re going to discuss something for a moment that is, uh, inappropriate in your current position. So as to avoid any legal action, I’m going to ask you both if you’re comfortable talking about things that are sexual in nature.”
I looked momentarily at Olivia, then back to Hori. “We’re all adults here.”
“Very well. We’ve acquired three clients in the last few days. They’re in the business of sex.” He held up his hand, “Not prostitution or anything illegal.”
“Carry on,” I said before sipping at my champagne.
He reached in his jacket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Olivia and I. We both accepted.
“In Japan, we’re not as uptight about smoking. Where was I?” He took a drag. “Oh yes, these three clients are quite large. One manufactures and distributes sexual aids, costumes and the like. The second makes high-quality, high-production pornography and the other owns several clothing-optional resorts.”
“Now I see why you’re interested in me,” I said. “I’m open minded.”
“And quite talented,” he said. “While I want their business and their money, I don’t want to taint the brand Mr. Tucker and I have spent our lives developing. That means a new division and a new name.”
“Excuse me,” a maid said as she approached, “Mr. Tucker is ready for dinner to be served. Follow me, plea
se.”
Conversation halted while we entered a dining room true to the house. The table could easily seat thirty, covered in delicate china and crystal. We were first served sushi. Olivia looked at it then at me. I didn’t have to do anything for her to know she had to eat it.
“Wow, this is good.” She spoke under her breath and behind her hand.
“As I was saying, while I don’t want to taint the brand, the world is changing. These clients want their particular brands to be seen as classy and somewhat exclusive to those in the know.” Hori expertly picked up his sushi with chopsticks while the rest of us used our fingers or forks.
“Hori, might I ask what you think my job will entail?”
A glass of wine had replaced my champagne and a salad had been put in front of me. It felt odd to be waited on while not actually ordering anything.
“It’s simple, really. I will match your current salary and commission. Olivia can go with you to the new firm or she can stay behind to assume control of your current clientele so they’re comfortable with the change. However, with only three clients to start with, it will be quite unnecessary to have someone of Olivia’s caliber as your assistant.”
Olivia eyed me and swallowed hard.
“I’m not really comfortable being the lead. I do much better in the background. If that makes me undesirable, then so be it.” She put her fork down.
“I highly doubt anyone would refer to you as undesirable.” Hori raised his glass to Olivia, who blushed in return.
“There will always be a place for you, Ms. Bryant. Don’t you worry. It’s just that Candy is more than capable of handling the new division and with your talent, well, maybe it’s time you step out on your own. I sent that idiot Dekker to talk to you about that, but I see all he did was manage to ruffle your tail feathers.” Chuck snickered. “Never send a boy to do a man’s job.”
“Indeed,” Hori said scowling. “Perhaps we should relocate Mr. Dekker to a less desirable position until he decides our firm is not the place for him.”
“Sounds like an excellent idea.” Chuck pulled out his cell phone and typed up a message. “Any place in particular you’d like to send him?”
Hori smiled at Olivia, “Alaska far enough away for you, Ms. Bryant?”