“I’m not going to dignify your comment with a response. I work hard for my money and I don’t need men to shower me with gifts. If you don’t want to spend time with me, then I’m sure that others will be able to fill your shoes quite nicely. You should never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes it’s necessary to see what’s underneath and read the story before you make snap judgments. I’m not looking for a handout and I have a donation for the cause.” He had given me a blank check and I had made it out for $10,000 which I presented to the chair of the fundraiser.
I stormed off, showing my distaste and not giving him the satisfaction of looking back to see his reaction. There was an iced chill in the air and I was able to make myself look like the woman scorned. He would feel compelled to make amends.
I continued to make my rounds, talking about various subjects without missing a beat. I’d always been a sponge and learning was the cornerstone of my education. I surprised some with my intellect and how easily I kept up with current events.
I had them eating out of the palm of my hand without them even realizing it. I could snap their neck without blinking an eye. They had no idea what kind of danger they were in, but that was only if I were to let loose the killing instinct. I had no interest in using violence and picking up a gun had no appeal. I’d seen too many in my scope to ever feel it were necessary to end somebody’s life with the pull of a trigger. I came to learn the hard way that facing my enemy face to face gave me a sense of satisfaction.
“Excuse me, but I think that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I know I assumed something that wasn’t true, but you have to admit you don’t exactly fit in with this high brow crowd.” He was standing behind me with this hot breath on my neck. I could feel a tingle of excitement run down my spine. “Let me make it up to you with dinner. There is a quaint little place down the block. We can escape this boredom for something a lot more pleasurable. Give me the courtesy of letting me chow down on humble pie.” He was working hard, but he wasn’t going overboard which was the key to letting things progress naturally.
“I don’t see any reason why I should give you the
time of day after what you said to me. If you thought for a moment taking me out to dinner was going to save you the embarrassment then you’re sadly mistaken.” I wasn’t going to play it easy when it was so much more fun to play hard to get.
“I just want to make it up to you. Name your stakes and money is not an object.” He was going back to old habits which I was going to have to break him of if this was ever going to work.
“You’re the type of man that throws money at your problems. I’m not so easily impressed by what you have in your account. I’m going for a walk in the garden. You can join me if you want, but I’m not going to twist your arm.” I walked away from him leaving him to follow me like a lovelorn puppy dog.
I went into the elevator and he was right there beside me with his hands by his side like he didn’t know what to do with them. “That was pretty crafty, Payton. We really do play off of each other. I have to wonder what you’re going to do for an encore.” I looked up at the camera and knew our interaction was being witnessed by those in the control booth.
“I wanted you to work for it instead of thinking you were god’s gift to women.” I kept my voice low purposely preventing anybody from overhearing. “We’re wasting the perfect opportunity and I’m not going to allow it to happen.” I took his hand and made him watch as I sucked each finger with my tongue swirling around every digit.
“I shouldn’t have…assumed anything and that was my mistake to make.” I felt alive like somebody had turned a switch and gave me the license to act out inappropriately. “If I haven’t mentioned it already, then let me rectify the miscarriage of justice. The dress you are wearing is absolutely to die for. It’s just enough and not enough at the same time.” I took the hand with his finger soaking in my spit and I moved it up underneath my dress to the surprised expression on his face.
“I think you can tell that I’m not wearing panties. I find them unnecessary. I feel so much better when I’m flying free and clear.” I thought that I was going to have to beat him over the head, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. He found that I was already wet to the touch. The lips were begging with insistence by pulling at his one finger. He was purposely teasing me, drawing circles around the entrance and then he penetrated with my eyes showing how easily he had taken the initiative.
“I love a girl who knows what she wants. There’s nothing sexier than feeling nothing in my way. I don’t know what your intention is, but I’m putting myself into your capable hands.” He shouldn’t have said that. Those words gave me the opening that I was looking for. I hunched down, swallowing his one finger all the way until there was nothing left. I was thinking about the way that I had given him the close-up view of my tenderness in the hotel room. I could easily see myself on top of him in that bed where the magic happened.
“I do have something of a wild streak. You haven’t seen…anything yet.” He pulled down the straps on my red dress, exposing my braless wonders and giving those guys a thrill to remember. He bent and began to give them a whitewash of attention with his tongue. He flicked at the hardened buds, grazing them with his nails and then doing the same thing with his teeth. I was extra sensitive in that region and there was no doubt in my mind that he could feel how I was affected.
“I want to uncover everything there is about you. I find myself at a loss at the reason why a woman like you is here with me. We didn’t exactly meet in good standing. Mistakes were made, but it appears that we have hurtled those obstacles.” He had his hand on the back of my neck and then he was kissing me in a feverish pitch.
The finger inside me was joined by another and I was literally humping his fingers up and down in a lazy and unrushed momentum. I was really drawing it out and allowing the dress to expose me and the wetness clinging to the inside of my thighs.
My hair like lace was wrapped around his fingers and there was no reason to wait any longer. He applied pressure with his tongue and I gave him my submission. We hotly manhandled each other, not caring about the audience and what they might be doing to relieve their current situation.
Those fingers were thick and gave me a reminder of what I had outlined in his pants. The framework of his anatomy was something for me to explore. I grabbed onto him, feeling him pump like it had a pulse of its own and wanting to see it up close and personal.
He had me pinned up against the wall and I was dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to care. My whole body was electrified, short-circuited on the pleasure inflicted on me. It was a healthy dose of reality. I had let moments slip out of my hand. I had the chance to be with several men, but I was selective.
I was feeling sexy and free. What he was doing was giving me a different kind of passion. I was breathing like I was running while he was taking me there. I could do this all night and the skintight vise that I had around his fingers was only giving him ideas.
The elevator had come to an abrupt halt and the shrill alarm was lost in the passion of the moment. My heart was beating out of time. I was out of control and letting his fingers stir me to a creamy froth.
His tongue was igniting those nerve endings in my mouth. I didn’t know where he ended and began in his pants. I took careful aim at his libido by squeezing every so often to announce my intention to drop the pretense of my innocence.
It was a good thing that he had his hand on the small of my back. He was holding me up by sheer will alone. It was an aphrodisiac to hear him moan with me playing with his manhood which was nicely hidden from view. I was tempted to take it out, but it seemed far more important to let him have his way with me.
“I can’t stand here and take this for very much longer. I’ve been fighting the natural urge to climax for the last few minutes. I’m going to let you do some of the work. It’s so much better when somebody else is doing it.” I was stuck against the wall like a fly in flypaper. I could’ve easily gotten away, but I had to make it look like I was delirious with desire.
“I want you to cum all over my fingers, so I can feed it to you afterward. I want to see you enjoying your own delight. You are going to be more inclined to sleep with me when I have you begging for it. This is a marathon and not a sprint.” He was rubbing me in just the right way and there was no need to fake the obvious release of my sexual endorphins.
“I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I want to come back… YESSSSS.” My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and my legs trembled in orgasm. I felt totally out of my element and floating above my body. My skin was on fire and my mouth was parched like I couldn’t get enough moisture. He was leaning into me, sucking on my neck and touching on a particular weak spot.
The tip of his tongue, licking in circles enhanced and prolonged my experience until I was left limp and motionless against the wall. He pulled his fingers clear and then stuffed them in my mouth which I greedily accepted. It was the first time somebody had done the impossible by taking the control out of my hands. It was a position that I was not used to. I could certainly see myself wanting to do that again under similar circumstances. The idea of performing a show in a semi-public place was drawing out of me this secret kink that I didn’t even know I had.
The elevator descended with me straightening up and licking my lips to taste myself all over again. We didn’t say anything, but the smile on our faces said more than any words could possibly.
“You mentioned something about taking me out to dinner.” With breathless determination, I sealed my fate by giving him my phone number.