Madelene Martin

More Bang for His Buck

It was 2am, and I’d just gotten home from work. I danced around my kitchen, humming quietly to myself in between bites of dinner. My bare feet, toes painted bright red, padded on the floor, and my white lacy nightgown swayed and moved over my full hips. I wasn’t wearing it for anyone in particular — I just liked wearing pretty things, especially at night after work. It made me feel sexy, and luxurious.

Work had been good tonight. Being a Thursday, the club had been full enough but not crowded and the rude patrons had been at a minimum. I’d had time to chat minimally with a few cute guys, and to flirt, bending over the bar to show off my low-cut shirt and ample cleavage. Still, I was tired. And the job had definitely begun to wear on me gradually over the months.

The other bartenders were mostly all skinny women — aside from my friend James, who’d landed me the job, of course. I was getting tired of listening to them giggle and gossip and, on not a few occasions, go home with guys at the end of the night. Men would stare at my chest and chat me up, but I was pretty sure they wouldn’t appreciate me so much if they could see me from the waist down. Anyway, I was starting to get annoyed with the night shift, and sleeping half the day away. But there would always be excuses. The fact was, I’d never stayed in a job for very long, be it office or bar.

Still humming, I idly checked my phone. One missed call, from James, who hadn’t had a shift for a couple of days. When he wasn’t at the bar, he tended to forget that I still was, until the early hours of the morning. I made a mental note to call him back the next day.

My dinner had been vanquished, so I tossed everything in the sink and made my way to the bathroom. Everything in there was white and soft, just the way I liked it. Candles, soft fluffy towels, and my favourite bathrobe hanging on the door. I glanced longingly at the tub with its various scented lotions and soaps, but knew I was too tired. I’d probably fall asleep in there and wake up in cold water at 5am. It had happened before.

I scrubbed at my face, doing my best to remove the heavy black eyeliner and mascara, and looking into my own wide green eyes in the mirror. Some said they were my best feature, so I tried to play them up. Letting my long dirty-blonde hair out, I tousled it and let it fall over my shoulders.

Then, as I always did, I undressed myself in front of the mirror, letting my nightgown fall and pool at my feet as I critically examined my body. I ran my hands over the slight curve of my stomach and turned to get a side view. I liked the round curve of my hips, but wished my boobs were a little less heavy and a bit more perky. My ass stuck out like a shelf, I often complained to my friends. It was an empty complaint — just self-deprecating humor. I didn’t mind the way I looked. I was, however overly conscious of the fact that it seemed most guys were looking for skinny girls.

I yawned, exhausted, and retired to my room. There I fell into bed, exhausted, and pulled the sheets around me.

I woke to the insistent buzzing of my phone. I groaned, and fumbled around among the blankets, where I vaguely remembered tossing it last night. It was just James. I picked up.

“What?” I slurred politely

“ What the — Jess, are you still asleep?”

“No t anymore.” I grumbled, and then let out a sigh. “Sorry — what’s up, James?”

“ Well, I was talking to a friend of mine, and I have a lead on a job for you. He needs a personal assistant. Like, yesterday.”

I sat up a bit straighter in bed. “I’m listening…”

James chuckled on the other end. “Well, I say he’s a friend, but I don’t really know that much about his professional life, so I can’t really say what the job entails. Standard PA stuff, I guess. I was just talking to him about work and mentioned you. Then I remembered you used to do admin.”

“I see.” I glanced down at the phone. It was almost midday. I rubbed an eye with my free hand.

“But he’ll expect hard work, Jess. I put in a word for you but if you don’t want to-“

“I’m not afraid of hard work!” I screwed up my face in protest, as though he could see my indignant look.

There was silence for a few seconds on James’ end. “…Anyway… this would probably be a good opportunity for you, and he hinted the pay isn’t bad either.”

“Who is it?” I enquired, choosing to ignore the attitude.

“Rick Alcott. From Tableau.”

I didn’t know his name, but I knew the company — a high profile advertising business. “I see.”

“You have to get there this afternoon for an interview, if you’re going at all. ”

I pulled the phone away to look at it again, having already forgotten the time from a few minutes ago. “Aww, fuck. What time?”

“2 pm.”

I thanked him and sprang out of bed, still on the line. As shiftless as I normally was, I had been looking for an opportunity like this for a while. I had worked as a receptionist up until a year ago, and had all the skills — but a PA job could actually go somewhere.

“Argh, James, what do I wear?” I whined.

As predicted, r ummaging through my extensive wardrobe didn’t produce much in the way of business attire, however. I pulled out pants and skirts, most of which were pretty old and too tight. Why didn’t I clear out my closet more often? I cursed myself.

“Come and help me?” I asked.

He laughed. “I’m not travelling for half an hour to help you pick a dress.”

“You think I should wear a dress?” I held one up. A bit too colourful and flouncy for a job interview, I judged.

“Sure. Something to show off your curves.”

I snorted. “Please, that’s the last thing I need to emphasize.” I threw a shirt across the room, hanger and all.

“Why do you always say things like that?” He scolded. “You look great. At least when you’re confident. You’re a babe, babe!”

I smiled, not answering. James was gay, so I wasn’t sure he saw me the same way other guys would.

“Just do it!” He said after a minute. “ Take my advice for once, woman!”

I giggled, said a quick goodbye, and gave up on the dresses for now, in order to concentrate on lingerie. That, I didn’t need help with.

M y collection was extensive, and I loved to wear something sexy under my every day clothes — even if no one else ever saw it. I chose a red lacy bra and high cut panties, and found some black stay-up stockings. I always liked the red and black effect of the lingerie. The red stood out on my pale skin and the full cups of the bra supported my generous bust and created just the right amount of cleavage.

I threw everything on the bed, and rushed into the shower.

With renewed resolution, I started sifting through the closet again, and quickly settled on the plainest black dress I could find. I had worn it only once, because I normally liked to wear color. But it had a modest neckline, and was roomy so that it didn’t look like I was about to bust out of my clothing.

I threw on some makeup, making sure to tone it down from my usual look — and put my hair up in what I hoped was a professional style. Now, if only I could make it to the interview on time.

The Tableau main office building was imposing, huge and glass-fronted. I walked into the lobby, three minutes late and slightly flustered, and greeted the receptionist — a tall, thin woman wearing thick-rimmed glasses. She led me through a few doors and into a waiting area. I looked around, and my heart sank.

There were about eight other people waiting. Most of them were young women, clutching their resumes, looking infinitely more confident and professional than I imagined I did. What had I expected — James had gotten me an interview, but of course that didn’t mean I was the only one. I heartily wished I’d thought to go over my CV, and maybe put it in some fancy folder.

I took a seat, smoothing my skirt beneath me, and played with my phone to while away the time.

One by one, the applicants were shown through. I saw them leave, too, with smiles on their faces. I could have sworn each looked very confident about their chances for the job.

Eventually it was my turn. The receptionist peered around the room inquiringly. “Jessica Adams?”

I’d been in a daze, and jumped up in surprise. “I’m here.” Clutching my resume and my handbag, I followed her.

Rick Alcott’s office was huge. A giant desk dominated one side of the room, with comfortable-looking leather furniture on the other side. There was an adjoining room, which was closed. It was all very tidy, and had the requisite beautiful city view. I could see it had started raining outside, the sky darkening and a few drops of rain landing on the windows.

“Good afternoon, Miss Adams. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Please, take a seat.” Rick Alcott had a pleasant but bored-sounding baritone voice. He was seated at his desk; pen in hand, stack of papers in front of him. I wasn’t sure if he’d even looked up from his reading. I smiled, and walked toward the desk, heels clicking on the tiles and then growing silent as I stepped onto the thick carpet.

I sat down slowly, placing my resume on the desk before me, and waiting. After a minute, I felt decidedly awkward. I willed myself not to fidget. Instead, I crossed my legs and watched him. He was young — maybe five years older than me at most, I estimated. His hair was light brown, or perhaps dark blonde, and slightly messy, and he wore glasses with steel-colored wire frames. In his hand the pen tap-tapped restlessly against the desk as he read.

After a minute, he abruptly dropped the pen, and pulled off his glasses. He rubbed his eyes briefly, and then sat back with a sigh. His eyes met mine as he ran a hand through his hair, and his face was transformed with a warm smile. I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat under the force of that smile. His eyes were a light blue and his strong jaw was covered in light stubble, and he was… well, he was completely hot.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “ I hate this crap.”

I blinked.

He and reached over to grab my resume, and I slid it gently toward him over the polished wood. Then he looked stared at me, taking in my face and then briefly, my upper body. I fought the instinct to shield my expansive bust.

He went back to reading. “So…” He began. “As you know, I’m in need of a new assistant. James mentioned you’re a bartender?”

I flushed. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing at the moment. But I have had plenty of experience as a receptionist. I know all the new software, and I have an excellent phone manner.”

He smiled again, not looking up, eyes scanning the pages. “You have plenty of experience in a lot of things.”

I rolled my eyes while he wasn’t watching. “Yeah — Yes. Let’s just say I haven’t yet found my calling.”

He turned the final page, glanced at it, and put the resume down. “You believe you have a calling?”

I licked my lips nervously. “I don’t know.” I decided to be honest. “I haven’t been happy in a job for a while. I don’t think I’ve found the right one for me, yet.”

Rick just looked at me for a long moment, folding his hands and leaning back in his big leather chair. He didn’t look like a typical big business type, but he pretty much had the mannerisms down. “Well,” he said, “That’s okay. Five years ago I didn’t know what I wanted to do, either. And to be honest, I’m not just looking for someone who can use a phone and open my mail. In fact, that’s probably going to be the smallest part of it.”

I nodded, my b row furrowing ever so slightly, and listened politely.

“It’s… hard to broach this matter with someone I’ m just meeting.” He ran his hand through his hair again restlessly. “Firstly, what I need, is someone who can assist me in personal matters, not just at work. I need someone who can travel with me, come to events, do my shopping and hell, sometimes maybe cook a meal for all I know.”

I nodded again, more slowly. “I can do all that.” — I wasn’t sure about the cooking part. But for now I decided to run with it.

“Most of all I need someone who I can trust with intimate matters.” He said, looking right into my eyes. “And I don’t expect this to happen overnight. I haven’t gone into this expecting to hire the right applicant the first time. There’ll be a probationary period. To see if we get along.”

“Alright,” I agreed. That wasn’t so out of the ordinary. And he seemed alright — certainly easy on the eyes. I thought I could get along with him.

He smiled warmly again, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He had blue eyes, I noticed. Hesitantly, I smiled back.

“Obviously,” he continued, sitting forward again and picking up the corner of one of the pages, "if you have commitments here — a partner, children… this position might not be suitable. We could be traveling for long periods of time.” One of his eyebrows was raised slightly, questioningly.

“No,” I said quickly. “To either.” And I felt the flush returning, my cheeks growing hot.

He rubbed his stubbly chin with one hand thoughtfully. “Well,” he said, “I just have one other thing to ask you.”

“Sure.”

“Will you come to dinner with me tonight?”

Rick must have seen the confused look on my face, as he hurriedly continued, giving a little laugh. “I know it sounds strange, but think of it as an extended job interview. I hope you can forgive me — I think you would suit the job well, but I do want us to get to know each other. This isn’t a decision I can make based on fifteen minutes in an office. And I need you to be sure, too. You might not want the job, once you get to know me.” He grinned.

“ I don’t think that’s likely.” I replied, belatedly hoping I didn’t sound flirtatious. But his grin was infectious, and I smiled back. “Sure, why not.” I agreed.

“Thank you.” He sounded grateful, somehow. “I’ve been interviewing people all day. It’ s been boring as hell,” he confided.

“Are you going to dinner with all of them?” I asked, his casual manner putting me at ease.

He laughed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

He had offered to pick me up in his car, or to have me picked up — but I’d declined. I took a cab, and met him at the restaurant, which was one of the fancier ones in my part of town.

As I entered wearing my low-cut purple dress and super-high heels, I couldn’t help looking around nervously, wondering just how underdressed I was. Wealthy looking couples and groups sat at tables full of delicious looking food, lit by candlelight. They laughed and joked together. But I couldn’t see Rick.

Just as I was beginning to worry, a staff member approached me. “Jessica Adams?” He politely but neutrally inquired.

I nodded, dumbfounded. The thought occurred that I was about to be stood up.

“This way, please.” The waiter looked me up and down with an empty smile as he turned to lead me out.

Rick was seated at a table in a back room. All of the other tables were empty. He was fidgeting with his phone, brows furrowed, looking somewhat tense. The waiter walked out, and I stood watching Rick for a minute, a small smile forming on my face. He was wearing jeans and a casual shirt with his sleeves partially rolled up, and looked utterly out of place. And I had been worried about being underdressed! But then, I supposed, when you’re rich you can do whatever you want.

I cleared my throat softly.

He looked up sharply, then smiled his warm smile. “Jessica.” And he stood up, waiting for me. Hesitantly, I went to join him. He held out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. It was soft, and very warm. I smiled. “Hi Mr. Alcott.” I greeted him.

I made myself comforta ble at the table, sitting down and crossing my ankles under the chair.

“Call me Rick, please,” he said. “What do you prefer — Jessie?”

“Sure, that’s what my friends call me.”

“Jessie, then. Drink?”

We sipped wine, which I wanted to say was a very nice red, but I really knew nothing about wines. Still, I enjoyed it, and welcomed the warmth that started to spread out from my belly as the alcohol took effect. Rick seemed completely at ease, and the silence was, to my surprise, not uncomfortable.

“ So how do you know James?” I asked after a while, to make conversation.

“Oh-“ he seemed slightly surprised for a moment. “We uh… we run in some of the same social circles.”

“Ah.” I buried my face in my wine glass for a moment. I knew some of the clubs and activities James liked to frequent. Perhaps he was a regular at one of the gay bars. Or even one of James’ exes. I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed at the notion.

The waiter had somehow snuck into the room and was hovering as unobtrusively as possible to the side.

“What would you like?” Rick asked.

“What are you having?”

“Hmm. Probably a steak.”

“Sounds good to me. Medium rare.”

He grinned, and ordered for us.

“ Well, then.” He leaned forward, clasping his hands and leaning his chin on them lightly. “I suppose we’d better talk shop.”

“Sure.” I nodded, placing my glass down, and after a moment’s hesitation, picked up the bottle to pour more. I noticed his glass was nearly empty, and topped it up too.

“Well. Where do I start… I don’t have time for much of a social life, Jessie. When I do go out, its work related.”

I nodded, listening patiently.

“I was married, for a few years. It… ended badly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I wasn’t, entirely.

He smiled. “ Never mind. Anyway, my point is — like anyone else, I’d love to have companionship. But I haven’t found time to get to that point with anyone. I’ve dated, but haven’t found anyone I clicked with, to be honest. I’m tired of it.” He looked at me, with a half-smile.

“I thought you wanted to hire me, not… date me,” I said hesitantly.

Rick chuckled to himself. “ This is hard to explain. Forgive me. I do need an assistant, but its more than that. I’m looking for a companion. Not a — a girlfriend — just someone to share my time with. If that’s as far as it goes, that’s fine by me.” He picked up his wine glass, and took a long, slow drink, his eyes locked on mine.

I couldn’t hide the fact that I was taken aback. “You want to pay me to spend time with you?” My right eyebrow raised of its own accord, and all my pretence of a professional demeanour went out the window.

“Pretty much. I’ll pay for your accommodation, expenses, and provide a generous allowance. Of course, with work and — hopefully — a little social time, it may be long hours.”

I swallowed. This could not be real.

“If you’ll allow me to be honest, for a moment, Jessie…” He raised his eyebrows, as though asking me for permission.

A small laugh burst from my lips. “Of course.”

“I think you are a very attractive woman. And not the type of woman I normally meet. I knew there was something different about you from the first time I saw you.” He gave a wry smile, still looking into my eyes. “I realize I barely know you — but I’d like to. And if we end up as friends, well, at least I believe you’re the type of friend who’d be honest with me. I have enough yes-men.”

Breathing out a soft breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding, I laughed quietly in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like me — they wanted stick-figures like the receptionists at Tableau, not women with big boobs and asses. A thought occurred to me, and before I could stop myself, I’d already blurted it out.

“Are you gay?” I asked, feeling my blushing reaction to my own stupidity before the words had even left my lips.

“I’m sorry?” And he laughed.

“I wondered if you were looking for… like, a… a beard. I’ve done the duty for James a couple of times. When meeting his parents and whatnot. They didn’t know about his orientation until recently-“ I stopped short, realising I was babbling. “Oh god.” I murmured quietly, grabbing my glass and downing my wine. “I did not just ask my potential boss that question.”

Rick laughed again. “It’s okay.” He said in between chuckles. Then he reached his hand out and briefly patted mine where it lay on the table.

I looked up, meeting his sparkling eyes and lopsided smile, and blushed some more. But an answering smile spread on my face, and I found myself giggling.

“No. I’m most assuredly not.” He said with a grin, after I had finished laughing.

Our food arrived, and we ate quietly for a few minutes. We discussed salary and perks and other work-related things. The steak was outrageously delicious and the salad fresh and crispy. I kept drinking wine, despite feeling increasingly clumsy with my comments. I tended to put my foot in my mouth enough sober, without adding to the issue.

“So…” I said quietly, still holding a fork in my hand and watching him eat. “You want to give me accommodation, pay me to travel, socialise, and do some typing on the side? Oh”- I added, “and hang out with you.” I didn’t voice the other thought that was running through my mind — that what he wanted was some kind of ‘Kept Woman’… a prospect that, to be honest, wasn’t entirely unappealing anyway.

“Pretty much.” He nodded, speaking with his mouth full.

“Wow, sign me up.” I said, and took a big bite of salad.

“Really?”

“Hell, yes,” I enthused. “You know what I do at work right now?”

“You… tend bar.”

“Yeah, I get paid to serve drinks to drunk people, fend off perverts and occasionally clean up vomit in the bathroom.”

“Ah, I see. It sounds more interesting than what I do.”

I giggled. “Yeah, it probably is.”

He was smiling. There was an intensity in his eyes that I noticed most when I teased him like that. I enjoyed it.

We finished the meal, and another bottle of wine was fetched.

“Why did you book this entire room? Too good to eat with the regular people?” I asked, somewhere into my fourth glass.

Rick scoffed. “Well, no. But I hate noise and interruptions. Don’t you?”

And like ill fate, I heard the ringtone of a phone. It buzzed on the table next to him. He stopped, sat up straight and picked it up to look at it. Then, to my astonishment, he screwed up his face, turned the phone upside down, and dropped it into his drink.

I think that’s the moment when I decided I wanted to jump him.

Rick ordered dessert. I ordered iced coffee. And I kept shaking my head no when he offered me a bite of his mud cake, even though I secretly wanted to feed it to me like in one of those cheesy chick flicks.

It was a surprisingly nice time. After the initial work talk, we forgot all about business and talked about inconsequential things. Favorite movies. Music. Philosophy. Time passed quickly, and at around ten o’clock Rick looked at his watch.

“Ye ah, I suppose we should be going.” I conceded, smiling, and feeling slightly tipsy.

“Hmm? ” He looked up. “Oh no, I was just thinking I don’t really feel like going home yet. Do you?”

I shook my head earnestly.

“ Where do you like to go on Friday nights?”

I didn’t want to tell him that for the last few weeks, I went home to watch movies and fall asleep on the couch.

“Well… I sometimes hang out at the place I work,” I said, which was true, when my friends weren’t all busy. “It’s actually a really fun club.”

“Well then, let’s go the re. Unless you’re tired?”

I grinned, liquid courage coursing through my veins. “ That depends,” I said coyly. Do I have the job?”

He stared into my eyes with that intense gaze. “Yep.” He said sombrely.

“Not even going to take any of the other candidates out for dinner?” I teased.

“No.”

He wrote a check, and offered his arm to me as we left. I snickered at his proper, gentlemanly manner which seemed so incongruous with his appearance. Hell, he wasn’t even dressed up enough for the club. I laughed louder, thinking about how funny it would be if they refused him due to dress code.

“Neither of us should drive,” I realised aloud, clutching his forearm more for balance than anything. Though I couldn’t help but notice the firmness of said arm.

“Its taken care of,” he answered easily.

It was — he had a driver waiting outside, in his black car.

We sat in the back and I stared out the window as we drove, entranced by the city lights. For some reason, I felt lighter and more carefree than I had in a long while.

The club was full as it always was on Friday nights. I normally tried to avoid working then. But I didn’t mind walking in with a handsome billionaire on my arm, I had to admit. He somehow found us one of the small tables and we sat for a minute. But I refused another drink. I was in danger of losing my composure as it was.

“Do you dance?” Rick asked, shouting to be heard above the din of dance music.

“I love to dance!” I answered back loudly. It was true — I did love to dance, but normally only with a group of girlfriends around me. But the music was catchy and I was in a good mood, and I was already moving with the beat a little.

“You should go up there,” He yelled, as we leaned closer together in order to be heard. He jerked his hea d toward the dance floor where young people gyrated and grinded against each other.

I screwed up my face. “Really?”

“Sure! I’d like to see you dance.”

“Are you coming with me?” I grinned impishly.

He laughed. “No. I want to watch you.”

A little thrill of excitement went through me. Did he really find me attractive? I examined his face closely, squinting a little. His expression was serene and earnest. So I left my handbag on the table in front of him and ran off to the dance floor.

I danced alone amongst the crowd of people, knowing I was being watched, and I’m not ashamed to say I put a little seduction into my moves. I gave into the music and let it flow over me, lost among the milling, grinding bodies.

It was a long while before I stopped, exhausted, and realising how thirsty I was. So I went to the bar to order water, waving off the questions of Cindy, one of my fellow bartenders, pretending I couldn’t hear her.

I took my icy water back to the table and eased up onto a stool, with some effort.

“Nice moves.”

“Ha.” I sipped deeply through my straw.

Rick laughed easily. “I mean it. You looked like you were having fun.”

“You don’t dance?”

“I do. Not normally among a crowd, though.”

“At home by yourself?” I grinned. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I do it.”

“I enjoy dancing with a partner, in a more intimate setting. But I did like watching you.”

I crossed one leg over the other, letting my foot swing carelessly.

We talked/yelled conversationally for a while, and after a time I noticed he was checking his watch more frequently.

“You have to go?” I asked, gesturing at the watch.

He sighed. “I’ m really sorry Jess, yeah. I have a few things I absolutely need to get done early in the morning.”

I giggled. “Don’t apologize — you’re the one conducting this interview.”

So we left, and I took his arm easily this time. I was tired, and still a little fuzzy from the alcohol. I told the driver where I lived and we started the drive home. I nodded a little in the back, and fought the urge to rest my head on Rick’s shoulder.

He opened the door for me, gentlemanly again, and I stepped out, trying to preserve my modesty as my skirt rode up my thighs.

He looked up at my building. “Do you need to go up stairs? Are you going to make it?”

I giggled. “Not many stairs. I’ll be fine. I have done this drunk many times.”

“Oh really?” He asked, a teasing note in his voice.

I chastised myself. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t say that, okay?”

He was standing close to me, before the big double doors at the entrance to the building. I still held onto his arm.

“I had a good night, Jessie. Thanks for showing me where you work.”

“Me too. Umm, thanks for dinner!” I answered. I licked my lips. He was tall, and looked down on me even in my heels. He really was unspeakably hot. “Just how inappropriate would it be for me to kiss you right now?” I blurted out.

He smiled, with a little laugh. “ I won’t tell if you won’t.”

So I reached up and curled my hand around the back of his neck, and drew him in for a long, slow kiss. His lips were soft and dry, and his breath tasted like wine when he parted them slightly. Unwittingly, I pressed my body closer to his, and felt his hand rest lightly on the small of my back. Little bursts of excitement bubbled up in the pit of my stomach — and lower — and I fought to restrain myself, flicking the very tip of my tongue over his lip before gently pulling away.

His body was firm, and he held me comfortably, looking down on my face with his soft smile. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against me, and my own answering throb. With difficulty, I removed my arms from his neck.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” He murmured, putting his hands on my waist as we reluctantly disengaged, leaving me feeling weak. “We’ll sign those contracts.”

I smiled and nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from making a fool of myself by inviting him up. “Goodnight, Rick.” I said instead.

“Goodnight Jess.”

He watched my back as I entered and walked up the first few steps. I had to take off my heels to make it upstairs on my shaky legs. I stripped off my clothes as soon as I made it inside, and fell into my bed. But as tired as I was, sleep was out of reach. My skin prickled. I still felt his lips on mine, his hardness pressed against my hip, his arm around me.

Unthinking, I ran my hands over my body, cupping my heavy breasts, lazily teasing the nipples. My fingers trailed down over the soft rise of my stomach and found the small patch of hair between my legs. I brushed them over my wetness, rubbing my clit, then slipped one easily inside. I imagined his fingers on me, rubbing, stroking. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my hips. His tongue… oh god. My climax came quickly, and I cried out in short bursts as the shocks of pleasure rocked my body.

I was immediately suffused by a warm, comforting fatigue. Wrapping the sheets around me with a smile on my face, I slept.

The weekend dragged.

On Monday morning, I was up early, eager to get to work… And though I struggled to admit it to myself, eager to see Rick again.

I dressed conservatively. The button-down shirt I chose was a little tight, and my breasts strained against the fabric, but with my short skirt and black stockings the overall effect was good. I allowed myself red lipstick, and pulled my hair back.

The receptionist was expecting me, and ushered me into Rick’s office. He wasn’t in — she directed me into the little room off to the side, and I entered. It was small but the view was the same vast cityscape, and there was a spacious desk, and a couple of indoor plants. I took a look at the equipment, checking out the phones and computer while I waited for Rick, or at least someone, to tell me what to do.

Half an hour later I heard him noisily enter, and peeked around the doorway to look in on his office. Seeing him had just the effect on me that I suspected it would — unexplained happiness bubbling up from within me, and I smiled to myself. He was dressed in a charcoal suit, looking harried and busy — the complete opposite of his relaxed self at dinner. The reading glasses were back, and he was carrying large folders and poster boards. I watched as he put it all down. Then, feeling like an eavesdropper, I knocked on the doorway to get his attention.

Rick’s head jerked up, and a tired smile spread over his face immediately. “Good morning,” he said. “Glad to see you didn’t change your mind.” He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why on Earth would I change my mind?” I asked, laughingly. I wasn’t sure how to approach him. The way we’d said goodnight the other day made it awkward. I didn’t want to appear unprofessional, but I didn’t want to be cold either.

Luckily, he directed me to sit down while he moved to his big leather chair. He rummaged around in drawers for a moment while I silently watched, and produced some paperwork for me to sign. I could feel his eyes on me while I went over it.

“How do you like your little closet?” He asked while I worked.

I smiled vaguely, filling in my contact details. “It’s great!” I said. “Nice plants.” I tried hard not to be distracted by his closeness. Working for him might prove challenging in certain ways.

Fortunately, Rick put me at ease with his casual manner, and soon left me to figure out how everything worked. I familiarised myself with his schedule, the mail system and the computers. Eventually I was able to distract myself from the memory of kissing him and concentrate on my work.

He asked me to order lunch and I took care of it, hoping he liked chinese food. I went to retreat to my office, but he stopped me, pointing to the comfortable couches. We sat opposite each other, and talked while we ate. I learned a little more about his work, and he asked me questions about myself. He took his shoes off to relax for a while.

“I have to confess,” he said suddenly, during a quite unrelated conversation. “I’ve been thinking about you since Friday night.”

I paused, chopsticks halfway to my mouth. “Oh?” I said noncommittally, wondering if he’d thought of me in the exact way I’d thought of him that night.

“Mmhmm.”

My face was growing heated. I wished I could keep from blushing every time he looked at me sideways. But his words excited me. And I went right back to imagining his kiss. His soft lips, his strong arms.

“Well,” I ventured, “I had a really nice time.”

“I wonder if you’d like to come over sometime, and see my place.”

My heart beat a little faster. “Of course. I’ll have to get used to it, if I’m going to pick up your laundry and water your plants.” I joked, silently wondering what his bedroom was like.

“What are you doing after work?”

“Nothing. But let me go home and get changed first.” I wanted to look nice — like myself, not dressed in boring office-wear. Plus, I wanted to wear my sexiest lingerie.

“Deal. I’ll send a car for you.”

I decided to go with that. After all I was officially working for him now. And at least now I was relatively sure he wasn’t a serial killer.

The rest of the work day was uneventful, and Rick was out in meetings. But at 5:30 I got a text message from an unknown number. Jess. New phone. The last one had an accident. Go home, get ready. Pick you up at 7:30. R

I had a smile on my face for the ride home, even though I’d taken the bus and I usually hated it. I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, excited in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. I spent some time babbling on the phone to James, mostly thanking him profusely, and being prodded for details. Then I showered, made myself a coffee, and took my time getting ready, trying to steady my burgeoning nerves.

I wore a red dress, and this time I had taken James’ advice and chosen one that would hug my curves. I’d remembered every word Rick had said to me about finding me attractive, and I wanted to please him. So, I decided to flaunt what I had. Under the dress I wore my favourite black bra and panties, with a garter belt holding up seamed stockings. My hair I let flow free, curling into soft waves.

After a quiet ride, t he driver showed me up to Rick’s apartment and I rang the doorbell. In forty seconds(I counted), Rick opened the door. He was wearing jeans again, with a tight white t-shirt. My eyes wandered, taking in the way the shirt clung slightly to his body, showing off his well-defined chest.

Wordlessly he swung the door open to admit me.

The apartment was on the top floor, and huge. Obviously, Rick was a fan of a city view. It was beautiful. I walked through his living room, over to the window, to take a look.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, turning to face Rick.

He grinned, joining me, and we stood looking out for a minute.

“Do you want me to cook dinner?” I asked, smiling sideways at him. “Because that could get complicated.”

Rick laughed quietly. “Not this time. I thought I’d make something, actually. I have it all planned out. You can help, though, since you’re so enthusiastic.” He went to the kitchen, pulled wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. “We’re having pasta for dinner,” he said, “because that’s what I know how to cook.”

I giggled. “Fair enough.”

We stood in the kitchen and drank and talked; then he gave me a tour. I especially liked his bathroom and its corner hot-tub. There was a home-theatre room with a huge screen and big reclining chairs. I’d never seen anything like it.

“Have I mentioned,” he asked suddenly, “that you look amazing?”

We stood in the doorway of a room with a billiards table and a bar. I looked up at him, standing close beside me. “No,” I said with a smile.

“Well, you do. Lovely and soft, with curves in all the right places.” He raised a hand, and I breathed in sharply in surprise as he brushed a lock of hair from in front of my face. As he let it fall, I reached out and grabbed his hand. I pulled him closer.

Taking the hint, Rick took me gently by the arms and leaned toward me. I pressed myself up against him and stood on tiptoe to meet his lips with my own. This time I couldn’t restrain myself, and it seemed neither could he. He kissed me hard, encircling me in his arms and cradling the back of my head. His tongue was urgent, seeking mine and caressing it hungrily.

My arms wound their way around his neck and I melted into him, my body hot and pliant under his touch. My tongue danced with his, and as we came up for air, I sucked gently on his lower lip.

We remained close together, our breath mingling and our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my hip. “I’ve been wanting to do that since Friday,” I admitted quietly.

He smiled. “Me too.” And he kissed me again, pushing me slowly but firmly up against the doorway as we both moaned quietly into each other’s mouths. He bent and kissed my ear, my neck and my collarbone, and I ran my fingers through his hair as I enjoyed the feeling. My body was buzzing, shocks of pleasure and arousal flitting through me, and I could feel the hot wetness between my legs.

Rick broke away once more, reluctantly. “This isn’t the most comfortable place,” he admitted, and I giggled.

“You didn’t show me your bedroom,” I ventured boldly. My chest still heaved as I caught my breath, my breasts pushing softly against his chest. Subtlety was out of my reach by this point.

“Oh yeah? That’s what you want to see?” He smiled impishly.

“Mmhmm.” I grinned back.

Leading me by the hand, he showed me the way to his room. It was large, with a huge four poster bed and thick, soft rug. The window was open and the curtains blew in the breeze. I could see city lights outside and hear the rain that had started. I walked over to the bed and touched the linen, ran my hand over the posts. Rick watched me, his intense and hungry gaze fixed on my body. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.

He leaned back against the wall. “Undress for me,” he said simply.

His direct command surprised and excited me, and I smiled wickedly. “If you say so, boss.”

S taying where I was, I slowly I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, tugging the zipper down with some difficulty. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest, my entire body flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I was also nervous — hoping that seeing me unclothed wouldn’t be a disappointment to him, that my body would please him. I’d never undressed for a man like this before. Usually it was hurried, in the dark, or both.

With deliberation I peeled the dress from my shoulders and wiggled my body as I moved it down over my waist and hips. I looked into Rick’s eyes, and saw only approval — confirmed by the bulge in his jeans. I stood in my lingerie, letting him look at me, shifting a little under his gaze. He was quiet for a long moment, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Did he want me to do something?

“And the rest.” He finally said, his voice hard with desire. He smiled at me, moving closer as I bent down and unhooked the stockings from my garter belt. I could sense his body heat as he stood over me, watching as I stepped out of my shoes and rolled the stockings off.

As I straightened, he gently reached around me and tried the clasp of my bra. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his chest, his stomach. I could feel the firmness of his body through the thin material of his shirt, and smell the scent of his aftershave.

I felt the weight of my breasts settle as the clasp was undone, and he slowly slid the straps from my shoulder and let the bra fall to the floor. I stood, chest heaving, hands resting on his chest, standing very still as his warm hands ran down my back, over my ass.

“Mmm.” He murmured, smiling appreciatively. He squeezed my butt, then worked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, and slid them with care down over my hips. They too fell to the floor. Rick pulled me by the hands out of the puddle of my own clothes, pulled me against him. I was conscious of being completely naked, while he was fully clothed. His jeans were rough against the skin of my hips and stomach.

I didn’t think I could stand this anticipation. I wanted to pull his clothes off, run my hands all over his body, lick his skin. My flesh quivered under his hands.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear, his hands coming up to my breasts, thumbs stroking lightly over my nipples.

Sighing in pleasure, I pushed my hands up under his shirt. As I tried to pull it over his head, he assisted me, with a small sound of amusement. His torso was mostly hairless, save for the sparse light brown trail on his stomach. I angled my head, and kissed the hollow of his neck.

I felt the vibration of his low moan, and his arms encircled me firmly. He moved me backwards and I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. I sank back onto it, pulling him after me, and he settled over me. His mouth was on my skin, sucking my neck, trailing down to my breasts to take a nipple in his mouth. He teased my breasts alternately — flicking his tongue, sucking hard on my nipples, driving me into a frenzy of arousal.

He took his time. After what might have been an hour, Rick moved, pulling away from me to stand up and peel his jeans off as I watched from the bed. He wasted no time removing his black boxers, freeing his impressive erection. Then he moved back over me. I could feel his cock, large and hard against my thigh, and ran my hands eagerly over his back and smooth ass as he sought my mouth for another kiss.

Still, he seemed in no hurry, and kissed me long and hard. Somewhere amongst the teasing and dancing of our tongues, I stopped to catch my breath. “Rick, please, I want you,” I breathed, squirming my body under his, revelling in the exquisite torture and yet craving release.

He made no sound, but pulled away, and kissed a trail lightly down over my chest and belly. I realized what he intended. My breath came faster and I pulled my legs up as he reached my sex, his tongue immediately delving into me, tasting and teasing.

With fingers and tongue he quickly brought me to the edge, but as I began to moan and gasp with every breath, he pulled his head away. I made a small protesting whimper. With a grin he kissed his way back up my body, kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he purred.

I was beyond modesty or self-consciousness. “I want to feel you inside me.” I moaned, clutching him.

“ What do you want me to do to you?” He repeated, nuzzling at my neck. I felt his throbbing member push up against my entrance, moving against me just a little — teasing me. I arched my back, moving my hips, trying to bring him closer.

“Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

With a low sound he pushed inside me, stretching and filling me. I sighed in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back. He began moving inside me in long, slow strokes. I could feel the muscles of his back tense and strain, as his hips thrust up against me again and again. He breathed hard in my ear, nibbling my earlobe and whispering my name.

My hips moved of their own volition, grinding against him, trying to take him deeper. Without warning I was overcome, arching my back and tensing every muscle in my body as repeated shocks of pleasure coursed through me. I moaned loudly, repeatedly, as I felt my sex contract around his thrusting cock, squeezing him.

Rick slowed his movements, pressing close against my body and kissing the skin of my neck as I caught my breath. I realized I was clawing at his back, and relaxed my grip, making a satisfied sound as the warm afterglow suffused me.

He whispered in my ear: “Feel better?”

I made a low giggle. “Mmm, yes.” My hands stroked his shoulders, I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Turn over.” He said, with one last firm thrust inside me. I felt him withdraw, and his hands on my hips directed me. I obeyed, wanting to please him. I got on my hands and knees, and he grasped my hips and pulled me forcefully closer. I gasped in surprise at his rough treatment, but his urgency thrilled me, and I pushed back against him, feeling his hands stroking me, grabbing my flesh.

“You have a lovely ass,” he told me, his voice heated.

I smiled, and gyrated it up against him.

He grunted, and I felt his hard shaft at my entrance again, stroking up and down my slit. I was still sensitive, and it sent little shivers through my body, and a reawakening of my arousal.

“ Mmm… What do you want now, Jess?” Rick murmured. His voice was low and wicked.

I tried to push up against him, to drive his cock inside me again, but his hands held me at bay, and all I could do was rub against it, teasing myself. “I want to… to please you.” I breathed truthfully.

“Hmm?” Was all he said.

I sighed, my body crying out for pleasure. But now I wanted nothing more than to hear and feel him in the throes of ecstasy, for him to take his pleasure from my body.

“I want you to come inside me,” I gasped fitfully.

He thrust hard, filling me again in one smooth motion, his hips pushing hard against my ass, his hands exploring, stroking. I could feel the slight jiggling of my flesh as he thrust against me over and over.

I clutched the sheets under me, trying to maintain balance under his forceful strokes, my mouth hanging open, breathing hard. His cock slid easily in and out of my wetness, reaching my innermost places, causing waves and ripples of delicious pleasure.

“Oh god, Rick,” I cried out, feeling myself balancing on the precipice.

He bent over my back, grinding up against my hips, pulling me against him hard as he continued his merciless pumping. “Come for me now, Jess.” He growled.

I’d never been commanded like that, and the sheer desire and need with which he said it sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, shudders rippling through me, and I gasped his name again and again as an overpowering climax overtook me.

This time he didn’t slow down. I could hear his ragged breathing, and his strokes became erratic. I squeezed tighter around him, writhing my hips, biting my lip as he thrust hard against me one, twice more.

His body tensed, and his cock spasm and pulse inside me as he groaned aloud. I felt spurts of his hot seed fill me, and he rocked against me, using my body to steady himself. He nuzzled against the back of my neck for a moment, still twitching inside me, both of us breathing hard. Then I felt him disengage, and I collapsed gratefully on the soft bed.

Rick lay down beside me. We said nothing for long minutes, both panting, exhausted. Finally, he grabbed my hand, his fingers entwining with mine. I moved closer to him, pillowed my head on his shoulder.

“You’re kinda commanding in the bedroom, huh?” I whispered, minutes later.

He laughed quietly. “I hope that isn’t a problem for you.” There was a slight questioning tone, a slight vulnerability.

I ran my fingers lightly over his chest. Kissed his shoulder. “No. Its just… something I’ve never experienced.”

He turned his head slightly toward me. “Did you like it?”

I raised up, supporting myself on one arm, and kissed him lazily. My full breasts pressed against his arm. “Mmhmm.” I had. There had been an intensity I’d never felt, a thrill deep in my core at following his commands.

“Good. Because I was restraining myself.” He smiled.

My heart fluttered. “Oh really?”

In answer he kissed me, stroked my hair.

“I’m intrigued.” I confided.

I’d considered going home but laziness won out. Instead I entwined myself in Rick’s luxurious sheets and slept, his arms wrapped around me.

When I woke in the morning he wasn’t in the bed. I showered in the ensuite bathroom, then wandered the apartment, and found him in the kitchen, wearing only boxers, and making what I thought were supposed to be pancakes.

“Good morning, boss.” I said, sneaking up on him and snaking my arms around his chest. “Shouldn’t we both be getting ready for work right about now?”

He laughed. “Yes, we probably should.” He put the spatula down, turned off the stove, and turned around to take me in his arms. “But you don’t have to worry about that. You can take your time today.” He kissed me gently. “I have a new apartment lined up for you. I’ll take you to see it later.”

I smiled. I had forgotten about that. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move, but I would take a look. It couldn’t hurt.

“ Thank you for last night.” Rick said quietly. His blue eyes were serious, even if there was a half-smile on his face.

“Thank you for last night.” I replied.

“I mean it.” He said. “ You’re everything I want in a woman. I think you are just what I need, Jessie.”

Melting against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m glad. I enjoy pleasing you. I want to help you. However I can — work, or otherwise.”

His smile widened, and I could tell he was pleased by my words. Then he grew solemn again. “One thing, Jess…”

I raised my eyebrows enquiringly.

“I don’t like to share.”

“Few men do.” I grinned. “Besides,” I added truthfully, “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

He toyed with my hair, eyes wandering over my face. “I’m glad. I want you to be all mine.”

Then I sat up on the kitchen bench next to the stove. Rick fed me one of his pancakes, which were awful, and I told him so. He kissed the syrup off my lip, and we were lost in each other for a while longer.

“Are you mine?” He murmured in my ear, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Yes,” I answered wholeheartedly.

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