Only a single woman would ever have had a chance with him. And I happened to be one of those, like it or not. I felt lucky to have the opportunity to work for him, which many other women around here would die for.
“Take down the following notes,” he said, finally looking at me.
I might have been imagining it but I could have sworn he was checking me out. He was scanning my body up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I hadn’t really dressed any more sexy that night than I usually did. Though that didn’t matter too much.
I was built in such a way as to always come across as provocative. My hips just naturally wiggled when I walked and I couldn’t wear a button up shirt without the cloth parting near my boobs since they were so damn big. Even my ass tended to stretch the material of the skirts I wore. I blushed from the attention, welcome and perplexing as it might have been.
I got out my pad and pen, preparing to take down notes of his instructions, but my mind was spinning with everything I would like him to do to me. Despite my virginity, I had always been pretty kinky in my fantasies.
I liked the idea of being dominated and most of my fantasies revolved around being completely submissive to a strong and experienced man as he had his way with me. Fucking me in every hole. Particularly my ass.
I blushed just thinking about it: Paul’s big, thick cock pounding into my tight little virgin pussy as I lay tied up and prone under him, loving every second of it.
It was just a fantasy, though, I reminded myself.
But as I caught him looking at me again as he rattled off a list of legal cases he wanted me to look into, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe it could come true.
Chapter Two
Paul
Macy was really cute when she blushed. Like an innocent little angel. I wondered if she was a virgin and wasn’t used to such attention.
I couldn’t help scanning her perfect, curvy, hourglass body. Particularly her big, beautiful tits, which were in the top five of the biggest I had ever seen. I had seen the curve of her ass under her thin skirts before and noted its lovely, steep curve. Very squeezable.
I had never really looked at her that way before. It wasn’t that I thought she was ugly. Any fool could see that she was absolutely gorgeous and definitely my type – she was any man’s type, with those sexy curves of her.
I just hadn’t noticed her before on account of me being so busy. I had really been giving it my all ever since the rumors of partnership had started a few months before. I really wanted a spot at the big table. I could definitely do some good then.
There was also a bit of ego involved, of course, if I was honest. I liked the idea of my opposition trembling in their boots at the notion of going up against a partner at White & White. Though, considering that most of them were objectively evil, I didn’t feel too bad about this bit of schadenfreude.
I was a workaholic to be sure, but I also had a bit of a secret. Something only my closest friends knew. When I wasn’t working, or carrying at the other necessities of life, I was at Club Lush: a private, exclusive, anything goes BDSM club downtown. Even the cops only knew about it by reputation, the exact location yet to be nailed down, except by the staff and members.
I really liked submissive women, consenting adults only of course, who let me completely dominate them. Spanking, slapping, bondage and anal were among my favorite activities and there was no shortage of like-minded female members who were more than happy to indulge both my desires and their own.
Contrary to popular belief, propagated by reckless and clueless media representations, real BDSM is not about violence. It is about connection and people who engage in it are very ethical, consent being of the utmost importance.
That was honestly why I joined the club. I would have preferred to practice my lifestyle in the context of a contractual relationship but the last thing I wanted to do was pressure someone who wasn’t into the practice to do something they weren’t ready for or didn’t like, just to make me happy. That was something I’d found to be a common issue within the community.
Macy was just my type and seemed eager to please. Now that it was just her and I working at the office, I couldn’t help but notice her and my mind was spinning – and my dick was hardening – with the possibilities.
I wasn’t interested in pushing anything, but I was interested to see what might happen, and whether she might be into the BDSM lifestyle, something most people know by the time they reached her admittedly young age.