Chapter Six
Carl
“Do you have a minute?”
I tried not to let the absolute excitement of hearing Rollie’s voice show too much as I turned and saw her at the office door.
I waved her in. “Sure.”
She walked in and shut the door, and for the second she faced away from me, the sight of her lovely little rear was overwhelming. Then, a terrible thought hit me. She was closing the door, because this would be a serious conversation. She was leaving!
She turned around and pointed at the couch. “Can we sit and talk, please?” she asked.
“Uh, sure,” I said. Now I was certain this was over. I ran through things I might be able to say to convince her to stay, and then, finally, I just got up and sat down. She walked to the couch, but didn’t sit down. Instead, she knelt in front of me.
“You told me the night I got here that you wouldn’t kiss me until you knew it was what I wanted and not just because of all the changes.” Her hands slid up my thighs and I gasped as she reached the growing bulge in my pants. “This is what I want,” she said.
There was a tremor in her voice, but I couldn’t be sure if the tremor came from her not wanting this really, or if it was that she was turned on. She deftly got my jeans unbuttoned and my zipper down. When she pulled my cock from my boxers, I didn’t have the strength to think about any of the potential consequences, anymore.
She put her mouth on me and I was surprised by her sweetness and tenderness. She felt incredible, of course, but I hadn’t expected her actions to be almost worshipful, and sweetly submissive. She didn’t move like a girl, who did this very often, but more like a girl who wanted to please me. That was even better than a girl with perfect technique.
She moaned softly as she moved her head and never stopped moving her tongue.
I breathed out, “Oh, my God. Jesus, Rollie, I’m going to cum.”
She pushed herself deep rather than pulling away, and I groaned as my climax hit. I was completely taken by what she’d done and the tenderness with which she’d done it. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. I’d been dreaming about this girl. Hell, I’d been dreaming about her from the moment I saw her. Even before then, the soulfulness in her voice and the keening in every one of her words had been overwhelming.
She gently pulled her mouth up and off and then kissed the tip softly. She smiled a bit coyly at me and then said, “I’m going to go get ready to play.”
As she got up, I felt as if I should say something, but I couldn’t. It was the culmination of a fantasy for me; one that had filled my mind from the moment she had arrived. Of course, I wanted so much more than a blowjob, and I didn’t want to trivialize anything.
I ended up saying, “Wow.”
She smiled beautifully and walked out. I stared after her, amazed.
I had to think for a minute, and it was a good thing I had the presence of mind to tuck my dick back into my pants, because bartenders and waitresses could come into the office at any time. What I needed to think about, above all else, was whether I had somehow suggested that I expected this of her, with my behavior or something. I couldn’t think of anything though, and given she’d been playing her for four and a half months, I felt as if there was pretty good chance that if I’d done that unintentionally, all this would have happened already.
No.
She’d come to me and done this without my pressuring her.
It felt absolutely breathtaking, and I still couldn’t believe my good fortune.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I whispered.
I stood up and walked out into the club. I signaled to Tommy behind the bar and he called back, “Bourbon?” I nodded and a moment later I was sipping it as I watched the club begin to fill. Rollie had no idea how much of the crowd was here for her. It seemed as if the girl was just incapable of understanding how talented she really was.
I decided to watch her show for a while, and ended up watching it for all three hours. I left the employees to get everything done, as I lost myself in her voice. She had an old soul when she sang, something altogether different from the unsure, almost skittish little girl I saw when she wasn’t singing.
Little girl.
Suddenly, that idea didn’t seem so damned far-fetched.
“Hey, Carl?”
I watched as Rollie strolled off the stage and met with some of the patrons. She was always incredible with that.
“Carl?”