very hot in here. I have to look away before I make a fool of myself.
Working so closely with him everyday? I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle that. But for that kind of money, I'm sure gonna try. “Ok it's a deal, when do I start?”
I hope I didn't just make a huge mistake. If this goes south I'll have to go back home with my tail between my legs because I couldn't keep my hormones in check.
“Excellent, meet me at my office at One Federal street, the building's receptionist will direct you. I'll be expecting you at eight o'clock, Monday morning. Don't be late” He says with a wink, hmmm wonder if he'll spank me if I am.
Yummm..... Get a grip!!!! My panties are already wet enough just being this close to him, I certainly don't need to think about him spanking me.
“We'll get all your paperwork fixed up and have a tour.”
We talk a few more minutes about the day to day while the waitress brings the check. He insists on giving me a ride to my car so I don't have to get the train back. “Thank you for dinner and this wonderful job opportunity Braydon, I really appreciate it.”
“The pleasure's all mine.”
When we arrive at my car he comes around to open my door and helps me out. He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, swoon! He smells delicious.
“Have a good night Ilyanna, it was very nice meeting you and I look forward to seeing you again.” I don't miss the the way he's looking at me like I'm dessert.
Honestly I could take him with a side of whip cream with a cherry on top. Hopefully we can act like responsible, professional adults.
“You too, have a good night.”
desire
When I got home from our meeting I was feeling somewhat relieved. Not sure why. I got to see the object of my recent fantasies but couldn't act on my attraction for her. Sure I flirted a bit, nothing too extreme. That will come with time. I guess knowing I'll be seeing a lot more of her sated me somehow. So when Brent called me later that night to invite me to the club again, I was all for it.
Walking into the club I spot the guys in the back corner booth waving me over.
“Hey what's up fuckers? Long time no see.”
“Yeah you would think some of us we're sick of seeing your ugly face.” One of my guys Frank from IT says.
“Haha very funny, don't forget who signs your paycheck.”
“Hey Braydon, that little hottie in the green is staring at you. Isn't that the chick you said cornered you at the door the last time we were here? You should probably see if you can take her home tonight. We all know you could use it. You've been a real dick lately.” That earned Brent a punch in the arm, and they all bust out laughing.
“Yeah, what's been bothering you? You sure as hell haven't been your self.” I look at Frank to answer him, when his brother George adds, “You need to get laid man. If you don't want the red head though I'll take her.”
“Works just gonna be different come Monday and I think it's messing with me a little bit. I don't like change all that much. I'm sure after a couple of weeks I'll be back to normal.” I grasp for an easy excuse and look up to the stage where the hottie in question is spread around the pole half naked with her nipple rings twinkling in the lights, her eyes instantly connect with mine and she licks her lips as she squats down to the ground, then sashays back up.
Looking back to my friends I just relax as I listen in on their conversation about the upcoming Patriots game against the Bills. We all have tickets to the game, and they're finalizing plans for the day.
Just as I start to say something, I feel a hand brush against my upper back. As I turn, I find my self staring into some impressive cleavage, which is peaking out of an ivy covered barely there bra. I look up to meet the steamy jade eyes of the red head.
She wasn't wearing that top a few minutes ago. They must have to be somewhat dressed to come onto the floor.
Janwillem van de Wetering