You find a table and sit down. You sip your drink beaming with pride at the Lounge Room in the Red Lush club. You await your shy friend Susan to join you as you gaze here and there at the patrons of the club. You planned to party like a pair of Saturday Night Divas.
She seemed uncharacteristically triumphant on the phone. As you ponder her reasons, you see Him walk by. Dark blue three-piece suit, white shirt, brown shoes. As his scent tickles your nose, you feel the echos of his touch brush it gently. You can't deny, even being in this close proximity... still it gives you a tremble.
You curse yourself and react by calling out "Hey Sir, how are your balls today? A little ... blue, perhaps?" You grin triumphantly and have another sip of your wine, lauding a rare victory of resisting his seduction. Last time you were with him, a rare, out-of-hours work phone from your subordinate yielded an abrupt derailment to mutual sexual proceedings. After stirring Him up, you left Him with a cheeky tongue out and cockily asked, "I guess tonight two doesn't become one. what are you going to do?" Before closing the door.
He acknowledges your prodding with a raised, curious eyebrow. He turns, gaze darkened and approaches the table. A simple hand gesture to the waiter and he makes a phone call "You may send videos 1, 3 and 5 pet, Do It." Then hangs up.
Not breaking that deep eye contact with you that seems to last an eternity. He slyly tucks away a pair of panties that were half hanging out from His pocket, just enough for you only to see them.
You note the colour, Navy with white polka dots. There was something familiar about them. Your train of though crashes off its tracks as He sits down. Stonefaced!
A few alerts beep on your phone, sending another jolt through you. A message from your friend, she must be running late. Your eyes dart between the phone and Him. He's humming a cheesy 90s song.
Your phone alert beeps 3 more times in quick succession. All videos from your friend. "Odd, she never sends me videos," you ponder as suspicion rises.
You click on the video and the loud, sudden sound of a woman's, orgasmic, o-faced moans erupts from your phone. You close it asap flushed with embarrassment.
"Really Sir, porn?" you ask skeptically.
He chuckles and responds with one word: "Watch."
Video the First
"Hi Peggy.... mmm... I... I... I tried to get... oh... oh... God... to get your panties back... but erm... he caught Me in his room... fuck... fuck." He bites her neck. You can feel his teeth close on yours. "We talked... one thing mmm... m... led to another." Her top opens. His hands deftly slide into her top. "Mmmm... haaa! haaa! Mmm.... hmmmm." She squeals delightfully, kicking out her legs as her words fall into intangible aroused ramblings as the video cuts off.
Video the Third
It opens with Sue bouncing up and doen, braying wildly. Skin slapping skin, descending into erotic debauchery.
"You were right... mmm. He's so, so good Ugh! Dont Stop. Dont Stop!" Sue cries in passion.
You cut it off, feeling an erotic tension down THERE. You shut your legs tightly together as you squirm in your chair, closing your eyes, hoping to shut the world out while you attempt to regain control. Something about Sue's deviance awakes a hitherto part. After a few breaths the thought, "Damn, Sue is kind of hot," dawns as you open your eyes and look at Him. He's just grinning with that Irish charm and signals you to keep going.
You click on the 5th one.
Video the Fifth
You mute the volume for the 1st bit. Sue's face on camera. "Sir, Sir please," she pants hotly on her knees, tongue out full of hunger. Her sweaty ravaged body trembles with pure lust. She strokes his cock. Barely with one hand. You feel its heat, its weight. You squirm more, running a hand across your chest. Knowing its taste. Knowing how good it stretches you. All its ridges along your pussy lips as it pistons in and out along your moist folds.
"Please what?" His low gruff tone on the video makes you squirm.
"Take *my* panties instead, they're prettier than hers!" she pleads grinning almost wickedly to the camera. Her shoulders rise and fall with her laboured breaths. Her chest flushed red.
"And where have her panties gone?" he asks. You can almost feel His wicked grin. The camera pans down and you see Sue wiping her pussy clean with them; your own red with white polka dots ones, between her legs.
"Why?" Sue pouts playfully as she strokes Him harder. "She said EVEN I could give you what for... Sir but... but..." She reaches for her panties and offers them to Him on camera.
She licks cum of her lips, and pants: "It's not too much... I am better."
Her leash is tugged, she gives a playful yelp as the video fades with her rupturing moans.
You lower the phone breathing heavily. Almost silenced and stunned. You shift in your seat. A little leakage. You open your mouth to speak but He's up.
"Didn't the Spice Girls say: 'If you wannabe My lover, ya gotta get with My friends'?" he asks, smiling as you flush scarlet red. "You should remember, I take great care of what is Mine."
He winks as He departs and the waiter arrives with your favourite rosé wine.
