by Berry, Kitty
“Would you care for a ride, Ms. Copper? My car is right out front and I would be honored to take you where you need to go.”
I know better than to get into cars with strange men but then again I know all too well that it’s not always the strange men in your life that can be dangerous to you. I smile and allow him to lead me out of the building and into the backseat of a black Cadillac Escalade. He holds the umbrella over us in one hand and I feel his other hand gently settle at the small of my back. A tremor surges through me at what appears to be the manners of a true gentleman.
There’s a driver in the front seat who greets him when we enter the vehicle. “Mr. Stone. Where to sir?”
I turn to look at Mr. Perfection and am awestruck by his manly features, pure male. His build, strong cheekbones, his chin with a little dimple in it. But it’s his lips that hold my attention for longer than appropriate. His mouth is soft and sensuous looking, sexy as hell.
“Mac this is Ms. Cooper, we’ll be taking her to her apartment. Uh…where do you live Ms. Copper?” he asks me and at that very moment under his intense gaze I have no idea where I live even though Parker and I have lived in the same apartment since freshman year. I can’t sit still under his gaze; I shift in my seat and begin to squirm under his watchful eyes trying to come up with my address. I somehow make myself snap out of this trance he has me under and answer, “Meatpacking District, Hudson and Jane please.”
Mr. Stone introduces me to his driver, Mac. Mac is an ex-Marine who now has his own lucrative security company that he runs with his ex-partner and best friend, Jonesie. Mac looks to be in his thirties, over six feet tall with blue eyes; Marine close cut brown hair and cocoa skin. Mr. Stone tells me that Mac’s company provides the security for his cousin who’s in the music industry and that’s how Mac came to work for him. I don’t ask what he does that he needs security but just knowing that he needs it makes him even more intriguing.
When we arrive in front of my apartment Mr. Stone announces, “Trendy hood, do you like it here?”
I tell him it’s my friend’s apartment and that I’ve been staying with her through school but now that the lease is up she’s thinking about going to Paris so I’m kind of looking for a new place.
“Parker, my roommate, she’s a model for the top agency here in the city and they want to send her to Paris. She wants to go but she’s holding back because of me and I don’t want her to do that so I have to find a place of my own in the next month. I keep putting it off with finals and everything, I’m just kind of busy” I babble.
“Well, if I hear of any place I’ll be sure to keep you in mind. Why don’t you give me your number and I can contact you if anything catches my eye. I have some real-estate contacts that I can call.”
I give him my cell number and thank him and Mac for the ride. Mr. Stone gets out of the car and walks around to my side opening the door and covering me with his umbrella, those gentlemanly manners doing something to my insides again. He walks me into my building and takes my hand in his. His hand is big and warm and it wraps around mine holding it tight. He raises my hand to his lips, turns it over and gently kisses the palm of my hand. It is a very intimate gesture and it makes the hair on my nape stand at attention.
“Thank you again Mr. Stone” I say and turn to head to my apartment when he catches my arm and turns me around.
“Please call me Damian. I hope to see you again Ms. Cooper.”
“Sydney” I say.
“Bye…Damian.”
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Damian gets back in the car. “I found a connection; the best friend is a model at my agency, Parker. Look into her as well” he demands.
Mac begins his background check on Ms. Sydney Cooper when they arrive back at the Upper East Side cooperative building’s penthouse suite. He writes his report and delivers it to Damian before turning in for the evening.
Damian is sitting at his desk in his home office when he learns that Sydney Cooper is an only child who was born on December 12, 1991 in New Haven Connecticut. “Hmm, New Haven, something in common” he thinks. He double checks to be sure that she gave him her correct address and phone number, he’s glad to see that she did. He learns her social security number and her banking details. She has a large sum of money, a very large sum in an account that she has never touched. He is informed of her status as an interior design student with a GPA of 3.8. She is at the time unemployed with no political or religious affiliations. She is not married; he wickedly smiles at the last piece of information. He’ll ask Mac to find out more about that money and her relationship status or hopefully lack thereof tomorrow but for now he’s going to try to find out some information on the friend, this Parker that she lives with.
Damian goes to his guest suite where his sister is staying until she leaves for Paris in a few weeks and taps gently on her door. She opens it a crack, not allowing him full access. She’s hiding something from him like she did as a child when she stole his Halloween candy or borrowed and ruined his clothes.
“Hey, Drea. Can I ask you a favor? What do you know about this girl Parker from Hot Stones?”
“Uh, Day I’m kind of in the middle of something right now; can we talk about this tomorrow? And she’s my friend so don’t even think about nailing her, got it?” she pleads.
“No, it’s not that. It’s…well, she has this roommate.”
“Yeah, I know Sydney; she’s been besties with Parker since they became roommates their freshman year. I’ve hung out with her a few times. She’s hot, you can try to nail her but she’s never hooked up with a guy in all the times I’ve been with her so good luck there, buddy. We good now?”
“Is she into girls?”
“No, I don’t know what’s up with her. Parker doesn’t talk about it and she won’t let us give Sydney a hard time about it either. Again, are we done here? I have things to do.”
“Sure, everything okay?” he asks in the way only a concerned controlling older brother can.
“Yep, just getting ready for a shoot tomorrow. We can talk tomorrow night okay? I promise, we’ll catch up then. Love ya bro” and she closes and locks her door.
Drea lets her robe slowly slide off her body revealing her toned belly and youthful breasts as she climbs back into bed and slides up the male body sprawled out on her bed. She runs her hands over his bare muscular chest, nips at his nipple then covers his mouth with hers. “If my brother catches us Mac, he’s going to shot you with your own gun” she warns him.
Damian returns to his room frustrated to find that he can’t get the image of this girl out of his mind. Sydney Cooper is the kind of woman that can bring a man to his knees with one look. So why doesn’t she hook up with guys when she’s out partying? She seems to have no clue she is as striking as she is which makes her all the more alluring, guys must try to get in her panties all the time. She carries herself in a manner that screams insecurity and begs for the right man to bring her the comfort she craves. Maybe that’s the issue, her insecurities. But she must see that she has the most amazing burnt red hair, like the leaves in the fall right before they drop from a tree. It is long and mussed, the look Damian knows from having a sister that takes forever to accomplish but looks as if she just rolled out of bed with a man. A man like him who could give it to her hard and deep. A man who would take her to levels of pleasure she’s never known before with just a pinch of pain mixed in for good measure.
Sydney’s apple pink cheek bones are high on her face, right under her delicate eyes. Her dark eyebrows are perfectly arched and sculpted. Her luscious lips are upturned into a constant smirk in the corners making him hard just thinking about those lips around his cock. And her body, fuck, her body. She’s tiny and petite, short but curvy. She has firm breasts that are posed high on her chest, breasts that looked as if they grew firmer under Damian’s appreciative stare. Damian imagines small pink nipples growing hard under his flapping tongue. Her waist is slim as are her hips, her ass looked firm, high and tigh
t making Damian long to squeeze her cheeks in his hands as he shoved his dick into her tight body. This girl can be the demise of Damian Stone.
Chapter 3
I wake up the following day feeling more tired than when I went to sleep. I moan loudly as I stretch, rise from my bed and go in search of coffee, very strong coffee. Parker is in the kitchen with a pot ready to go.
“You look like shit, you sick or something?” Parker inquires.
“Nah, just couldn’t sleep. I was up until midnight and then I tossed and turned the rest of the night. I’m just frantic with finals then Alex has me doing this benefit auction thing for him next weekend and I start my new job tonight. But I may have some leads on new apartments.”
“I told you, you can keep this one. I can afford to keep it while I’m gone; I know you have issues with spending all that money of yours.”
I think about telling Parker about Damian Stone, Mr. Perfection himself, but then I decide against it. What am I going to tell her? “This man I met yesterday ignited something in me that I thought would never be. He pressed all of my turn on buttons, buttons I wasn’t aware I had. He was tall, dark and powerful taking up all the oxygen around me so I couldn’t catch my breath. Dangerous with a capital D?”
I can’t tell her that.
And anyway he may never call me with a lead on an apartment. He was probably just being nice, throwing the poor little girl who fell at his feet a bone. I’m not sure how other girls felt about him or how they react to him but my best guess would be that they not only fling themselves at his feet like I did but that they actually unzip him and finish off the deed. Oh, holy fuck! Why am I thinking about giving that man a blow job when I know that’s something that would ruin me, all my years of progress would be down the drain for what? A few minutes of watching him crying out in ecstasy? And I’m sure it wouldn’t end that way. I’m sure he’s been with experienced girls, not ones like me who would have no idea how to even go about giving him a good blow job. He would probably laugh at me and tell me to come back when I knew what I was doing. Hmm…maybe he could teach me. Argh! I have to stop this; this is getting way to dangerous.
Parker and I drink our coffees and then she heads out for her photo shoot. I can tell she’s getting nervous about leaving for Paris. She’s changed so much since that first day we meet but I suspect she attributes the changes to me and fears that once we’re apart she’ll slip back into rich diva mode. I have faith in her though and I’m glad she’ll be sharing a flat with Drea. She’s cool, down to earth and as beautiful as Parker. I hate going out with them, I always feel like such a loser. Guys appear to be into me and when we go out, they always try to buy me drinks, chat me up, they ask me to dance but I always refuse. I have never been able to see any of them as someone I could allow to be close enough to touch me. Whenever I meet a guy and I think about him pulling me close to him or trying to kiss me I feel claustrophobic and I avoid that feeling at all costs. That’s how I’ve felt with every guy who has approached me, every guy except one, possibly the most dangerous one of all, Mr. Perfection, Damian Stone.
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While Sydney was at her apartment tossing and turning in her bed Damian was awake in his apartment on Park Avenue working on his plan to possess her. He was working on this plan on the sofa and that’s how he heard noises from his sister’s room. Minutes later he heard her door open and then standing in front of him was a very surprised and half dressed man, Mac.
Damian raised his eyebrow at him, “Mac?”
“Mr. Stone. Is there something you need sir?”
“Yes…for you to not be fucking my twenty two year old sister under my nose. But it looks like it’s a little too late for that.”
Mac tries to explain but Damian cuts him off with a raised hand in his face.
“Forget it, forget it. It’s none of my business, she’s an adult, you’re an adult and you seem like a good guy. I assume you know better than to hurt her?”
“Yes, sir. I do. I think it’s going to go the other way around to be honest with you.”
“Good then, let’s not let her know we had this discussion. She’ll be leaving for Paris sooner than she expected so this will be over in a day or two and then I can pretend it never happened.”
“Yes Sir. If there’s nothing else that you need.”
“No. Good night Mac.”
Damian calls his assistant even though it’s the middle of the night, wakes Veronica for a much different reason than he very recently used to and asks her to get Drea and Parker on a flight to Paris no later than Monday and to let them both know of the change but not to let either of them know that he had anything to do with it. He needs to get his sister away from Mac and it so happens that Parker is going with her. That will leave Sydney alone and in need of an apartment and maybe even the comfort of a new friend. Damian will have to make sure that Abby is leaving the apartment as per her contract by Saturday. Veronica offers to keep him occupied for the rest of the evening but Damian just laughs her offer off and tells her to get her job done.
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Friday drags on and I’m having second thoughts about the job I begin tonight. I am starting at S&S design next month working for Alex as an Interior Designer but tonight I start at Hard as Stone. Hard as Stone is an upscale gentleman’s club where even though no touching is allowed nor will I ever be fully naked I will be dancing and removing almost all of my clothes in front of men and maybe a woman or two. It’s something that at the time sounded like a good idea. I danced my whole life, even during my darkest days. It’s one of the things that helped me through it actually. A lot of the girls Parker hangs out with from her modeling agency that are just starting out work there for extra cash and until I’m established at S&S I’m going to need all the extra cash I can get especially if I am now going to be paying rent on top of my student loans. So I got to thinking one night when we were all drinking in our apartment. I thought that maybe I could kill two birds with one stone and make some cash while I helped myself continue the healing process that has taken years. If I am able to dance in front of faceless men that I don’t know who can’t touch me I’ll be safe and maybe then I will finally be able to accept the advances men make towards me. It can give me a chance to finally have some kind of intimacy with a man in my future. Or it can destroy me further. I’ll just have to hope it’s not the later.
I shower and do my makeup at home accentuating my green eyes the way Parker taught me to. I style my hair in my best just been fucked hair style even though I have never achieved that look naturally. It comes out great if I do say so myself, all full bodied and messy looking. My hair is my best feature in my exotic line up of features. I have a dark skin tone making me look tan all year long, green eyes and long dark red hair with natural hints of golden caramel and chocolate highlights. My features almost don’t go together, just almost. I get dressed in loose sweats and a tight fitting t-shirt, throw my costume into my duffle bag and head out to find a cab.
I arrive at Hard as Stone a half hour before my shift and jump out of the cab. I run my hand over the stone facade on the front of the building and walk around to the staff entrance. Once inside I head to the locker room and change into my costume. My costume is a combination of slutty black leather and goodie two shoes school girl. I have a black leather push up bra that lifts my fairly large breasts up and together under a white button up men’s shirt that only has two of the buttons fastened. I have a black leather g-string under my blue plaid school girl uniform’s mini skirt.
My first set is to “S&M” and I am planning on playing up the S&M theme with a whip and handcuffs that I will use to chain myself to the pole in the middle of the stage. I decided on Cinnamon Stick for my stage name…because of my hair.
I sit and chat with some of the girls before I go on and they all seem really nice. I’ve met some of them before with Parker; the ones that model for Hot Stones too. They’re all supportive and give me a few tips before I hear them an
nounce my stage name.
I make it through my sets without feeling the need to run off the stage or throw up. The men seem to be into me but none of them tried to get out of their seats or touch me, they just yelled and hooted and hollered a bit. It was like being at my dance performances years ago. The clientele seems like a classy crowd for a strip club. I don’t think the very large muscled men standing around the stage to protect the dancers hurt either.
After my sets I head into the locker room to get changed and find Parker waiting there for me. She asks me how it went and says she has some bad news. Her boss at Hot Stones is making her leave for Paris on Monday. We decide that I’ll stay on at the apartment until the lease is up at the end of the month but then I insist that I will find my own place and when Parker’s back she can stay with me for a change.
“I can’t believe I have to leave in like two days. What are you going to do without me? I’m going to miss you so much but at least I’ll have Drea with me, who by the way is so pissed off about leaving. She’s been hooking up with some hot older guy that works for her brother and she doesn’t want to leave him but she can’t say anything because no one knows about their relationship. I feel terrible leaving you here all alone. You can still change your mind and come with us you know?”