Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
We lay there like that for a moment, over the dressing room bench, him inside of me and both of us throbbing from the intensity of it all.
"Cameron, I think I came like ten times. That was so intense."
"I know baby, I know," he's breathing hard.
He slides out of me and I'm still in my dress, though it's fairly messed up now.
He's getting dressed when he says, "Now you know what shopping with me entails."
I smile to myself. I was dreading this trip, and little did I know it would hold such unexpected pleasure for me.
My pussy muscles are still contracting as I pull the transparent dress back on. Cameron hands me his suit jacket and I'm thankful that he doesn't want to expose me any longer.
"Let's go," he says.
I grab his hand, and he escorts me out of the dressing room. We get a hold of my packaged boxes, pay the astronomical bill, and leave.
As we walk down the tree-lined streets, all I can think is that he's made this moment all the more magical.
Chase
I'm waiting for Nicole to come to my office. I've called her in to go over her list of potential clients once more. Even though we did it as a test, I was pleasantly surprised by Nicole's know-how in the industry.
"Tiffany, hi, it's Chase. Will you please send in some refreshments?"
At least I'll have things ready when she gets here. I want Nicole to feel extremely comfortable with me today, because I have some unusual plans up my sleeve.
She arrives right on time. So obedient.
I rise to meet her at the door and give her a kiss on both cheeks.
"Hi, Chase, how are you?"
She looks phenomenal in black slacks and a little camisole. How did I not know about this girl when she was bartending? I would've been there every night, ordering drinks by the minute until everyone in the bar blacked out.
"I'm doing well, Nicole, thank you. Now come in, because I would like to go over with you that list of clients that we had you research the other day."
"Well, it wasn't much like research. I knew practically every name in the list. And I knew all the pros and cons."
Tiffany comes in with a tray of coffee, water, and orange juice. She also places out some scones and breakfast pastries.
"Thanks, Tiffany, that'll be all."
Nicole helps herself to the silver pot of coffee.
"You seem pretty confident of yourself in terms of politics," I say.
"That's because I am, Chase. I know everything that goes on politically in this town. And that's why I'm your greatest asset if only you'd listen to me."
She's got self-esteem that's for sure. Nicole's attitude is brazen but it also turns me on.
"Are you wearing your vibrator?" I ask.
"Well, can't you just buzz me and find out?" She says.
She's very forward. Nicole does not hold back and that's partly what I like about her. I buzz the button I have sitting on my desk, and I see her cross her legs, feeling uncomfortable.
"Is that what you wanted?" I ask, darkening my gaze upon her.
"Maybe it is," she says.
"I'd like you to take off your panties," I say.
"I'm not wearing any," she says looking up into my eyes with a certain tenacity.
Well, isn't she the little minx.
"Okay, then take off your bra," I say feeling turned on.
She hesitates, and I wonder why. What could she possibly have to lose by submitting to me? I can protect her, and I can make her great in this town.
Nonetheless, her hesitation intrigues me. Every time she says no, it makes me want to make her say yes just a little bit more.
I ask her, "Are you happy with our arrangement? Are you happy in the office with us?"
"Yes," she answers simply.
She says it in such a way that I'm questioning if it's accurate. What is she hiding from me? Why can she not fully give herself to us?
"I saw you hesitate when I asked you to remove your lingerie," I say. "I want to know why you did that."
She shifts in her seat and drinks some of the black coffee. She's trying to distract me from my question, which has made her so uncomfortable. She doesn't know what to do.
"I'm not really sure why I hesitated," she admits.
"May I venture, Nicole, that it's a matter of trust? I don't think you trust me enough to let me be in control."
My words seem to affect her in some way. Maybe this is it, maybe I have to open her eyes to the benefits of giving herself up to me.
"It's true, Chase, I don't trust many people. I've been hurt before, and I don't intend to let that happen again."
I agree with her, "Trust is a risk. But if you don't take risks in life, you'll never get anywhere. You'll have a mundane existence, and you’ll always wonder what was."