by Day, Talia
Forbidden Curves
By Talia Day
Copyright © 2015 Talia Day
All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Forbidden Curves
I ran my fingers along the inside of my thigh, my body aching with lust. I knew better than to fantasize about my boss, but damn me if I could get him off my mind. I could see him from my desk, pacing the floor of his office in a conference call with some big wig in Texas. Mr. Avery was tall and muscular, with a long torso and muscular, toned arms. His hair was thick and dark, and his eyes a smoldering blue. His nose was chiseled and his lips were full and begged to be kissed.
I glanced at the clock. His call was scheduled to go until two-thirty, and he didn’t have any appointments until three. I knew it was naughty, but I couldn’t seem to control my sex drive as of late. I slid my fingers higher and pressed soft circles into my little pearl. With my left hand I picked up a pencil and pretended to work, as my eyes followed Avery’s every move.
My body was excited with the thrill. I knew at any second he could turn around, and the angle of my desk would give him a glimpse of my arm disappearing beneath my desk. Sure, he probably wouldn’t ever suspect anything, but I would know. I would know that his penetrating eyes were watching me, catching me in the act of fucking myself to the thought of him.
I slid two fingers beneath my panties, and traced the hot, wet slit. I could feel my heart racing with excitement and pleasure, each beat bringing me closer to release.
“Fuck me Mr. Avery,” I whimpered softly, imagining it was him inside of me.
“Oh my!” A disgusted voice called out from my left.
I started at the sound, I hadn’t heard anyone come in, but I knew by the sound of her voice that it was Dina. She was the office’s general secretary, and she had been out to get me from the get go. She’d probably snuck up on me purposely.
Dina and I had both applied to work for Mr. Avery when the job had come available. She’d had more experience and a higher education than I had, but somehow, I ended up getting the job. I had already applied to three other positions after finding out that she was my competition, so you can imagine my surprise when I got the offer. Unfortunately, Dina held a grudge like none other, and snubbing her was about to bite me in the ass.
I yanked my fingers guiltily from between my legs, my cheeks growing red with embarrassment. I smiled the most nonchalant smile I could manage and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.
“Oh, hi Dina! Mr. Avery’s on a conference call, it will be another few minutes I think.” My voice was much too high, and squeaked like some sort of hoity-toity valley girl.
“Oh, I think I’ll just go on in… This is completely unacceptable, and disgusting I might add.” Her nose wrinkled and her lips turned downwards as she shuddered dramatically.
I stared at her vacantly, as if I had no idea what she was talking about. It was her word against mine, and god knows I would deny it and act entirely offended if she said so much as a word.
“Oh don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about Lacey. We have a security system in place you know, I can get the tapes.” Her brown eyes glared at me with a look of victory.
“You’re such a troll,” I shot back. I knew we didn’t have cameras in the building. My response was entirely unprofessional, but somehow, it felt good saying it.
“Why I never!” Dina stomped forward, her heels clacking and her tight little pencil skirt swaying with her tiny hips.
I could feel a knot forming in my stomach as I watched her approach Mr. Avery’s door. She fixed her hair and pulled back her shoulders as if readying herself for a date. She was the kind of woman that I knew a man like Mr. Avery would want. She was supermodel thin, with long wavy bleach blonde hair and a pretty face. She had fake tits, which were rumored to have been bought by her ex-boyfriend--and who also happened to be her last boss. I knew her type. Women like her would do anything to get a foot up, even if it meant selling themselves for it. The way she was primping herself before Mr. Avery’s door told me quite enough about why she really hated me. It wasn’t that she had wanted the job, she’d wanted Avery.
“It’s not going to look good if you go in there and make some outrageous claim you know.” I said flatly.
“No, I can’t imagine it would look good, for you,” she shot back, with venomous eyes.
“Just think about it,” I said calmly. I feigned that I was talking to Mr. Avery, my eyes wide with shock: “She said what? Oh god,” I paused dramatically, looking her in the eyes with an innocent stare, “it must be…no, it couldn’t be…Dina is just such a sweet girl. Mr. James, do you think she is trying to get me fired because she didn’t get the job…?” I smiled wickedly.
Her brows pulled together in irritation and I watched calmly as her eyes raged with fiery hatred.
“You’re a god damned liar.” She breathed.
“Prove it bitch.”
Dina flew past me and down the hall, her hand over her mouth as if she were shocked and horrified. My lips turned up into a satisfied grin. Sure it was bad, but I was starting to enjoy the way bad felt. Mr. Avery turned around in his office and his eyes met mine briefly and he crooked his head to the side and returned my grin. I bit my lip innocently and went back to my work as diligently as ever.
****
The telephone rang and I lazily rolled across the couch and lifted the receiver to my ear.
“Hey Lace, I need a favor.”
It was my best friend Kate, and I knew exactly what her idea of a favor entailed. She was hot as a fire-roasted jalapeno, and yet she was a shy as a damned turtle, she probably wanted me to come out on a double date with her.
I groaned, “who is it this time Kate?”
“Am I so obvious?” She snorted. “It’s this guy I met at the gym. He is oh my god drool all over me hot and he asked me out.”
“And?” I replied as if I were completely ignorant to her plans.
“And I told him I that I had a really sexy girlfriend and wondered if he had a friend who might want to meet her…”
Kate had fixed me up on these tag along dates since we were just teenagers. I never much minded, even if the date sucked it meant a nice dinner out, and Kate and I always managed to have a good time no matter what the circumstances.
“There’s only one little tiny thing though…”
“What is it Kate?”
“It’s…Tonight.”
“Damn you, you know I work tomorrow.”
“It’s just this one time,” she said in her sweetest most manipulative voice, “and I promise you’ll have fun. Besides, it’s at the Belvoux,” she chirped with excitement.
Even I was surprised by the fact that the guy was taking her to the Belvoux. The place was a basically a castle, world renowned for its hot spring pools and gothic architecture. Kate and I had always wanted to go there, but considering the cost just to spend a day at the pool was over one hundred dollars per person, it just wasn’t going to happen.
“Holy crap Kate, did you give the guy a blow job or something? No guy drops two hundred bucks on a first date.
“Shut-up,” Kate giggled. “We’ll be over to pick you up in an hour.”
Well, normally a date night with Kate and her new love interest wouldn’t get me too worked up, but I have to say, even I was excited about the adventure. I showered and threw on a low cut top and a nice sweater. I thought about wearing jeans but I was decided instead to pull out the big guns on this one. Sure, maybe my date would be a total flop, but if he wasn’t I sure didn’t want to find myself looking like some sort of frump. Grabbing my favorite skirt and a pair of stockings, I dressed myself. I wa
sn’t sure if I should wear flats since I was already five foot eight. In heels, I tended to tower over men, nevertheless, I just felt sexier.
“Heels it is,” I thought aloud. The Belvoux was too nice to be worried about embarrassing someone with my height. Besides, if my date was too short to handle all of me, maybe I’d wind up catching someone else’s eye.
My hair was still damp so I set in in big curlers and let it dry as I gathered what other things I imagined I might need. I knew Kate well enough to know that she was brining her bathing suit, and she’d be swimming whether or not the guys had planned for it. I rooted through my drawers looking for mine but came up empty handed. It was probably for the best. I wasn’t exactly thin, and flaunting it all on a first date wasn’t exactly something I was entirely comfortable with. I grabbed my little day bag out of the closet and opened it up, and wouldn’t you know it there was my bikini staring back at me. ‘Maybe it’s a sign,’ I thought, shrugging my shoulders and wishing for the best. I grabbed a cute little mesh cover up and stuffed the rest of my things into the little bag.
I was finishing up my hair just as doorbell chimed. I gave myself one last look and a little wink. I looked good. My eyes were a light shade of green and my hair was a rich golden bronze. Soft ringlets curled out from the crown of my head and traced elegantly down to the small of my back. I had on the most miniscule touch of lipstick, which made my lips pop sexily as I batted my lashes and puckered at myself. Maybe I wasn’t every guys dream, but I felt sexy as hell and I was going to have a good night.
“Hey Lace!” Kate’s face gleamed at me with excitement.
I pulled her in for a quick hug, and then glanced up into the street behind her.
“Holy crap!” I said, practically drooling over the full-length stretch limo that she had come in. There was a man standing at the car door waiting for us to return.
“Right?” Kate agreed.
I followed her out and the driver held the door for us as we clambered inside. The cab was huge, and lit up with running lights in shades of blue and green.
“Where’s our dates?” I asked, realizing that we were alone.
“They’re running late and are going to meet us.” She imitated a high-class snoot and continued, “and sent the limo to make it up to us.”
I laughed. Kate had clearly spent the ride over exploring, because she went straight to the little cabinets and pulled out two glasses and poured us each a glass of champagne.
“Fancy!” I giggled as she handed me my glass.
By the time we arrived at the Belvoux we were both giddy with excitement.
“There he is!” Kate whispered, pressing her finger to the glass. “That’s Casey.”
I crossed my fingers, straining to see Kate’s date. He looked to be about five foot eleven, and built like a cyclist or some other sort of endurance athlete.
“He looks cute,” I said, “now where is mine?”
We both stared out of the tinted windows and my stomach nearly turned when I realized who I would be spending the rest of my night with. He was a good five inches shorter than Casey, and at least twice as thick. His hair was thin on the sides, and but for the few small clumps which he had grown long and combed over the top he was entirely bald on top. He also looked to be about fifty or sixty by all estimates. Sure, I could appreciate an older, mature man, but this guy looked to be older than my father.
“Oh…No… Lacey, please stay.” She looked at me with desperate horror. She knew that this guy was not going to cut it and that she was going to owe me huge for tonight.
I picked up the a little bottle of vodka and cracked it. “Cheers.” I said dully, turning the bottle up and downing the entire thing. I threw the bottle on the floor and coughed harshly.
Kate stared at me with a mixed look of humor and pity. “Thanks Lace.”
The driver had come to a stop and opened the door for us, our gentlemen had already drawn close to the door and they helped each of us out of the car.
“Charles,” Casey said is a smooth tone, “this is Kate, and this is her friend…?”
“Lacey,” I finished, shaking both of their hands and already feeling the warmth of the vodka as it began pulsing through my veins.
Charles and Casey both smiled at me, and as a second car pulled up behind me, Charles helped a brown haired woman lady out of the car and kissed her on the cheek.
“Ladies, this is my wife, Betsy.”
I gave Kate a sideways glance and introduced myself politely to Betsy. Charles and Betsy stated off towards the entrance and Casey took the two of us by our arms and led us in behind them.
“I sense relief?” Casey said quietly and winked at me.
I blushed, hoping I wasn’t so obvious as to have insulted Charles or his wife.
“Don’t worry, Ethan is about twenty years younger and about eight inches taller,” he grinned.
By the time dinner was finished, Charles and his wife excused themselves and said their good nights. It turned out that they were old friends with Casey’s parents had surprised him by coming into town tonight. They were honestly a really fun and sweet couple and considering my date still hadn’t shown, I was disappointed to see them go. Casey paid for dinner, which was over four hundred dollars by my estimate, and we headed inside to the soaking pools where we split up to change.
As soon as we were on our own Kate started laughing hysterically. “I was so mortified for you! Thank God that wasn’t your date.”
“I don’t know, he was actually one of the more charming guys I’ve met,” I laughed, “besides, we still don’t even know if my date is going to show up.”
“Casey say’s he’ll be here.” Kate lifted my hair as I tried to fasten my suit. “Let me help you with that.”
By now I was feeling quite loose. The alcohol had really gone to my head, and I wished I hadn’t slammed that bottle. It really wasn’t flattering to be half sloshed, but my date was over and hour late and I was well beyond worrying about first impressions. Besides, it did make me feel relaxed. I threw my cover-up back into my bag and tucked it away in my locker.
Following Kate I felt a pang of self-consciousness, but it was too late, I wasn’t rushing back into the locker room to cover up. Besides, Kate could give anyone body image issues. She was maybe five foot five, with long, naturally blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had the most perfect, angular little nose, and lips that wanted for nothing. Her legs were built slender, but were lean and toned. Her thighs had a gap between them, and her waist was slim and tight. Despite weighing only about one ten, Kate had curves. We used to joke that her butt was some sort of Frankenstein creation, because it was curved and plump and looked like it belonged on a girl twice her size. Guys had always loved Kate, from the get go, which made it all the more comical that she tended to be timid and shy.
Just as we were stepping into the water of the hottest pool, they guys locker room opened and in walked Casey, and there behind him walked in the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Kate squeezed my hand with excitement for me. “Yay!” She chirped.
I turned to Kate with a look of horror on my face.
“What?”
“Ethan, is Mr. Avery…”
“Your boss?” Kate’s face lit up in a devilish grin. “No wonder you have a thing for him.” She winked at me, just as the two of them met us.
“Lacey,” Mr. Avery greeted me with a sideways grin.
Casey looked surprised that Ethan and I had met.
“I…I work for Mr. Avery,” my voice squeaked as my cheeks blushed a fiery red.
“Call me Ethan,” he said in a low voice, “and tonight,” his eyes slowly rolled up and down my practically naked body, “you work for no one.”
I practically melted at the sound of his voice. He was so damned sexy and the way he just looked at me…like he was seeing me for the first time, and like he was…hungry.
Casey laughed at the coincidence and introduced Ethan to Kate. Kate smiled an
d shook his hand, cocking her head to the left coquettishly. I felt a little pang of jealousy. There was no way I could compete with her, even if she was already practically claimed by his best friend.
“Nice to make your acquaintance.” He said casually, turning back in my direction without even a glance at Kate’s drop dead gorgeous frame. “Shall we?” he said, holding out his arm to me and leading me into the pools. “I believe I owe you a drink to make up for my tardiness.” His eyes were dark and seemed to smolder with an emotion that I couldn’t quite place.
I glanced over my shoulder at Kate as Casey took her by the arm and led her in a different direction.
“Yum!” She mouthed.
By all accounts I was flustered. I could see his toned abs out of the corner of my eye, flexing gently as he led me into the water and down a dark corridor.