by Jamie Knight
“Like I said, I’ll be hosting my friends at my house now instead,” he said. “Why don’t I invite you over? We’ll get a ton of food and drinks.”
“That’s way too generous of you,” I said, knowing very well that my rent troubles were now behind me. “You’ve already done enough for me.”
“Please come,” he said, as he turned to the side panel in the car and took a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled down an address for me. “I’ll be expecting you. See you soon.”
I stood there for a couple of minutes, letting the feeling of surprise wash over me.
He drove off after waving to me and I looked at the piece of paper he had just given me. His house, based on its address, was in an affluent part of the most ritzy neighborhood in the city.
It would be such a crazy idea to go, I told myself.
But then again, I liked crazy ideas.
Precisely because they were exciting, and one never knew what would come of them.
Chapter 4
Steve
The party was rocking.
The music was just right, and there were plenty of food and drinks going round. All my friends had smiles on their faces and it was nice to interact with them outside the office, for once.
I never had visitors coming over to my place very frequently, and so on this occasion, I was feeling like a fucking super host. Everybody was happy and everybody was enjoying themselves in an environment that was strictly a bachelor’s.
As the CEO of Big Electronics, I was an important person but also very busy. I rarely had time to myself and I was constantly in board room meetings that seemed endless. Most of the people attending my small party were fellow board members and as much as they had invited me to their homes in the past, this was the first time that they were visiting me at mine.
I was hoping to keep business talk to a minimum, but my friends simply could not help themselves from discussing work. At least the party was fun and I was enjoying myself, as well.
One of my close friends and fellow board members was addressing my other friends and I joined in on the conversation.
“It’s much better here,” he was saying, as everybody had a glass to their faces. “This is a much better idea than going to that Sammy’s joint.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said, joining in on the drinks.
“You know, Steve,” said Herbert, another one of the board members, “you haven’t listed an address since you joined the company. It’s a real pleasure to finally see your beautiful home.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” I said.
“I found it hilarious that you wanted to celebrate the company’s recent success at that Sammy’s place,” said James.
It sent everybody else into a fit of laughter.
“You know,” said May, “you’re a high profile person. You are important wherever you go, Steve. Why do you like Sammy’s so much?”
I shrugged.
“They make good wings.”
There was some more snickering going round. But I didn't care. I really did like the fucking wings.
“This is much better, Steve,” said Herbert. “This evening is already going quite well.”
Maybe for them. But my lovely waitress still wasn't here.
Everybody was in my house to celebrate the recent purchase of a rival company. We were the biggest manufacturers of electronic products in the state, and by buying out the competition, we were putting ourselves in an excellent chance to increase our profits.
I thought that the company was making a lot of money. Everybody, particularly the board members, were well paid and I found it unfathomable that things could get better. I was proud of the work I had done thus far.
“If we were at Sammy’s, we couldn’t have a normal conversation,” said Frank, a senior gentleman and the most revered of the board members. “I don’t like talking about the company in public.”
“I agree,” said James, nodding and taking a sip from his wine glass.
“And the drinks, too,” said Herbert, staring closely at his wine glass, “I don’t think they serve this exotic brand of merlot at Sammy’s.”
I nodded.
As much as I was in a good mood, I still couldn't help but think about that waitress I had given two hundred dollars to earlier. I had invited her over and I was wondering whether she would even make it in the first place.
It was one of those chance meetings that I knew couldn't happen every day, and I didn't even know her name. I was hoping that my kind gesture would prompt her to make a visit. It would liven everything up for me.
“Anyway,” said Frank, “it’s a good thing we're here. If we were at Sammy’s, you can bet Steve would be chasing after some girl.”
Everybody laughed, including me. Frank had a point, because I was usually constantly on the prowl for pussy. Despite the wealth I had managed to acquire in my short life, I had never found the perfect woman to settle down with.
I was constantly going on multiple dates, getting to know new people and causing trouble for everybody else. However, I thought of myself as a ‘humble player’ because I considered married women to be off limits and always tried to be kind to the women I turned down for future dates.
That was probably just a line of bullshit I told myself, though.
“You know,” said James, “everybody in the office talks about you, Steve. Everybody knows you are a player and it has been causing some trouble, particularly with the female staff.”
I shrugged. “My love for other people should not be criticized.”
That sent everybody into a fit of more laughter. However, James was right. I knew that there had been some complaints about my behavior, particularly when I met new women. I was constantly trying to bring back women to my house.
However, I failed to comprehend what was so wrong about it. I didn’t have any steady partners and I always treated every woman I was with like a queen. I doubt there were any women who complained about being in my company.
“With some scrutiny on you,” said Frank, “don’t you think you should tone down?”
I shrugged as the rest of my colleagues roared in laughter. Most of them lived a very different life from mine and I understood why this was a topic of conversation.
James, for instance, was married with three children, and that life plan was something that was the complete opposite of my intentions.
Both Frank and May had spouses and children, too, while Tim had a steady girlfriend he had been going out with for five years. I just could not find the right person who could tie me down like that, and I didn't really try to. I enjoyed my free-spirited lifestyle.
“Well,” said May, “if you like Sammy’s for the wings, then you should avoid the actual breastraunts.”
There was more laughter as I rolled my eyes.
Recently, May had actually come into my office to discuss my player activities. She told me that the rest of the company was worried that with me at the helm, their reputation might be ruined. However, I didn’t see it that way and I had no intention of changing my current lifestyle just because they were upset.
And after meeting the sexy waitress who was shamelessly fired from her job, my mind was already going into overdrive. There was something particularly attractive about her: her long, black hair, her thick, sumptuous thighs.
I even almost understood how the guy who smacked her ass in the restaurant felt tempted to do it, because even I would have had some trouble resisting her if she were my waitress. But not enough temptation to act on it and disrespect her like that.
I could only imagine what it would be like to have her in bed. She would surely drain all my energy because I would work on her for an entire night. She was exactly my type and I was really hoping that she would show up later on.
It had been a while since I had seen a woman as beautiful as that waitress. I could not resist giving her my address and now I wanted to make sure that I played my cards right. And I also wanted to avoid
too much scrutiny, particularly from my brash friends.
We continued laughing some more and I soon lost track of time. However, I was constantly staring at the front door, hoping that at any moment that she would show up.
I wasn't used to thinking this much about one woman. Usually it was onto the next in my mind and in my activities. But she really fascinated me.
I told myself it was just because of the way I had met her and the crazy circumstances earlier today.
It surprised me that everybody else in the restaurant had treated that episode with quiet casualness. She was just doing her job, and when that man smacked her ass, I assumed that even the ladies in the restaurant would have stood up for her.
But everybody had been minding their own business, much to her dismay. Her dismissal from Sammy’s was perhaps the best thing that could happen for me, though. It gave me an opportunity to actually get into her life and know her a little better.
I knew very well that none of my friends would approve. In fact, for them, the waitress would just be another woman just like all the others that they were already used to seeing me with.
I knew they would laugh at me for having another one. But to me, she felt like something special in my mind - different than the string of women I was usually involved with.
Just as we were settling in to eat in the dining room, there was a loud knock on the door. I surprised everybody by immediately bolting to my feet and hastily making for the door. Everyone else continued eating.
Sure enough, to my happy surprise, the sexy waitress was standing there in a short, black dress and high heels. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and for once, I appreciated just how beautiful her eyes were.
My heart was beating faster and faster, no doubt pumping more blood to my cock which was getting hard as a rock, as I thought of just how lucky I had become.
“Hi there! Thank you for coming,” I said, pausing at the front door momentarily.
The sun had already gone down and there was a slight breeze, and it ruffled her sexy dress and made me hope that it would give me more views of her sexy thighs.
“Thank you for inviting me,” she said, “I really didn’t want to come. I just had to say thank you for what you did for me. You literally saved my living situation.”
That’s almost as impressive as saving your life, I thought, but I didn’t know her well enough to joke yet and I didn’t want to say anything that would ruin this otherwise perfect moment. Sometimes my sense of humor had a way of getting me into trouble.
I bowed slightly.
“The pleasure is mine. Please, come in.”
“I don’t want to stay too long,” she said, “I don’t want to interrupt your party. I really just wanted to come by and thank you.”
In that sexy dress that’s just begging me to take it off, I joked again to myself.
“Nonsense,” I said out loud, “the party is complete now that you’re here.”
She smiled happily as I ushered her into the house. I introduced her to my friends once we walked into the dining room, and everybody hushed momentarily and shook hands with her.
“I’m Molly,” she said as everybody else introduced themselves, and it was the first time I was also learning her name.
She insisted that she didn’t want to eat, but she was open to the idea of a drink. I served her some of the rare wine that all my friends were enjoying immensely.
My friends continued eating while I sat with her in the living room, chatting. I was staring at her so intently that at some point, she had to ask me if there was something wrong with her face or if she had something on her face.
My advances were obvious enough even for her to notice, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was clearly enjoying herself while talking to me.
She had a beautiful smile on her face and pretty soon, I forgot that I was hosting my good friends from work. All I wanted to do was get into her panties.
Chapter 5
Molly
I was finding it difficult to take everything in.
When I met Steve just after I had gotten fired, he seemed to be a simple person with a good heart. However, I should have noticed just from the car he was driving that he was a rich person.
His mansion was astonishing and when I knocked on his door, I immediately assumed that I was in the wrong place. His house was a real beauty, with manicured lawns and large trees spread out everywhere.
I was already feeling privileged to make his acquaintance but I was also feeling very out of place. His friends appeared to be wealthy men and women, like him, and they were enjoying themselves over a lot of food and some of the most expensive wine I had ever laid eyes on.
I flirted with Steve in his living room while his friends enjoyed themselves and I told him that I was feeling guilty for taking him away from their company. However, he was having none of it and continued staring at me so intently that I could feel my face redden.
He really was a handsome man but better yet, he seemed to have a good heart. He was extremely polite and he told me about all sorts of exotic places he’d been to. He was well travelled, and he seemed to know so much about the world.
“Again, thank you for showing me so much kindness,” I said. “My rent is due in a week and there was no way I was going to pay it now that I’m jobless.”
“My pleasure, my dear,” he said.
His stares made it clear to me that he was interested in me. I tried looking at the paintings and photographs hanging on the walls and I was surprised that I didn’t spot any that would reveal his family members. Most of it consisted of expensive, abstract looking artwork, as well as some photos he must have taken while traveling.
“I take it you’re not married?” I asked at some point after the wine had given me liquid courage.
He shook his head.
“I haven’t found the right one. Not yet, anyway.”
He winked at me as he said this, and a delightful chill ran down my spine.
I was enjoying his wine but soon enough, I had to excuse myself and make for the bathroom. While I was in there, I realized that I was sweating, despite the house being nice and cool, and I also realized that this had to mean that I was developing an attachment to Steve.
His kindness was phenomenal; I never expected him to treat me so well. I was just a simple person, a waitress – make that former waitress, now, at least for the time being. I had never had a problem getting waitressing jobs but who knew what kind of stain would be on my record thanks to Mr. Butt Grabber and my former boss, his enabler.
I knew I didn’t have the same level of importance in this world – at least according to the standard corporate measures often used to decide a person’s worth – as Steve did, and I felt a bit like a fish out of water here at his fancy house. In general, though, it was a nice atmosphere and I was having a good time, so I stayed.
However, I could hear snippets of the conversation that he was having with his friends while I was on my way to the bathroom. At some point, I heard one of the men mentioning the trouble that Steve was causing in the office, but I didn’t really hear much of it.
I was surprised that somebody of his stature wasn’t married. Women were no doubt clamoring to be with a sexy, intelligent and wealthy man like him, yet here he was talking about living like a bachelor.
But obviously, because he was earning so much money, I could tell that he was not really living the true bachelor’s life. There was no way that he was experiencing some of the usual problems that other bachelors had to go through.
For one, he had two chefs, a melee of servants and I noticed what appeared to be a five-car garage as I was entering the mansion. He was clearly somebody who was used to living a comfortable life.
I started wondering how the evening would turn out, considering all the fun I was already having. He really seemed interested in me and I wracked my brain trying to look for excuses that would allow me to politely reject him. But nothing was coming to my mind.
“I thought you’d never return,” he said with a smile, once I took my seat.
“It’s not like I had travelled to a faraway country, like you always seem to, judging by what you’ve told me, as well as your photos on the walls,” I said, matching his smile.
“Well, you may as well have. I’m already feeling lonely when you leave even for a minute,” he said, moving closer to me.
I knew it was probably just a line, but it made my heartrate speed up.
“You’re quite good at flattery,” I replied. “I appreciate your pick up line, but I just don’t think it’ll work on me.”
“Really?” he asked. “Is that so?”
He had moved so close I could smell the liquor on his breath, mixed with a waft of his expensive smelling cologne that had a super pleasant scent. He was leaning in to kiss me, and I simply could not resist. He planted a kiss on me, and I let him, because I loved it.
How could a guy like this still be single and be chasing after a woman like myself? I expected him to be married into some royal family or something like that, not trying to get with somebody as normal as myself.
I could feel his hunger as he kissed me. He clearly wanted to be with me, and I was completely blanking on a valid excuse to get myself out of there. I returned his kiss, noticing for the first time that all his friends were staring at us.
From that point, everything seemed to move very quickly. He said that he wanted to spend the entire night with me, something I didn’t resist.
I knew that Kelly was at home, but I was supposed to be working until her bed time, anyway, and Kate had said she was fine staying home while catching up on the reality TV shows she’d Tevo’ed. There was something magnetizing about being with Steve, and I tried to tell myself I deserved to live a little and relax with him, after having such a bad day prior to this.