The next afternoon I was getting ready to leave work when I decided it was time to experiment with my discovery.

Yes. I wanted Cherry. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. And obviously, she wanted me, too. That was the best part.

I was giddy with excitement and I didn’t let anyone in my office that afternoon so I could just masturbate while thinking of her luscious figure and the way her tits bounced when she walked. Now it was time to give her a call.

“Hello, Ms. Vergara?” I tried to sound as professional as I could.

It took her a moment to realize it was me and I once again got hard when I heard her voice.

“Yes, Mr. Bernard?”

“I’ve been thinking about how I treated you last time we met,” I told her. “I was hoping I could make up for my rude attitude and behavior and treat you out later tonight.”

Suddenly her voice chirped up with excitement, “Oh, I appreciate it. Hum, around what time though?”

“How about seven o’clock this evening?” I asked. “I’ll make sure to give you some of the remaining documents you and your father need too and after that, we don’t need to talk about work for the rest of the night. I promise.”

“Thank you,” she sounded both nervous and mirthful at the same time.

“I’ll see you then. Oh, wait! Where are we going? What kind of clothes do I need to wear?”

“How about we head to Mercury Wild?” I suggested. “I’m friends with the Trevor Wild, the owner of the club, and I know you’re acquainted with him and his wife too. Your dad helped finance the place after all.”

She sounded okay with that, “Sure. I’ll see you at seven then.”

I ended the call and nearly leaped in triumph.

I had her now. That little kinky slut was mine.

Well, almost.

It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a woman and I was going to fill in the gap by screwing her pussy hard and fast.

There was still some work left to do though. Fortunately, my company had a lot of talented people who could handle the work for me.

I did have one client who insisted I work with him directly so that one I couldn’t hand off to one of my employees. It was Mr. Chan and he was one of the key advisors to my friend Preston Maxwell and his wife, Lyla. Preston dealt in business acquisitions and was also a friend of Trevor and Jasmine Wild.

Once my meeting with Mr. Chan was done, I quickly drove back home to my manor by the beach. I changed into a pair of jeans and a fit black shirt – I wanted Cherry to get a better look at my muscles this time around. Maybe the sight of my physique would already make her wet.

I drove over to her place and rang the doorbell. I checked my watch and was pleased to see I was five minutes early.

The door opened and I felt the wind get knocked out of me when I saw her in her evening attire.

She was so fucking hot.

Cherry wore a dark green mini dress. It was really short, letting me get a good glimpse of her smoking hot legs and the neckline was really low so I had a good view of her cleavage. She had big tits too so the view was awesome. I then discovered it was also backless so now I had an idea of just how sexy she would look when I get to fuck her doggy-style. She was so hot it was driving me insane!

“Good evening, Mr. Bernard,” she finally greeted with a sweet smile.

“Please, call me Dylan,” I insisted as I took her hand and helped her to my car. “You look really lovely tonight.”

She blushed. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

We got into the car and began our drive over to Mercury Wild, the best bar and restaurant in town. It was mostly a bustling place for drinks and live bands but on the weekends they cleared out the center area and turned the place into a dance club. It can get pretty wild in there at times. I was hoping for that level of wildness tonight.

When we got there, the place was exploding with life. It was so crowded I worried that we wouldn’t get a good spot. Fortunately, I found Brayton, one of the guys working there. He told me there was still one VIP table up on the second floor and it had a good view of the dance floor.

Even with people dancing I was pleased to see a live band performing. It was engrossing to just be there. It was like my libido was jacked up to the highest setting without having to drink anything.

Cherry was a little shy but she did come along as we were led to our table. She was going to sit across me but I urged for her to sit beside me instead. I noticed that she bit down on her lip when she scooted over.

“I’ll have a bottle of vodka, the Artemis please,” I ordered. Brayton took note and I then turned to Cherry and asked, “Is vodka fine with you?”

“Definitely,” she answered. “I want something a little hard.”

Oh fuck. The way she said hard was so seductive it was getting me hard too.

I then turned back to Brayton, “Two glasses for that please and some ice.”

“Sure thing Mr. Bernard,” he answered. “Should I let your friends know you’re here? Mr. Wessic and Mr. Horndale are here but they’re down on the first floor.”

I shook my head, “Not this time, Brayton. I appreciate it though.”

The bartender nodded and then left to fetch our drinks at the first-floor bar. As soon as he was gone I turned to Cherry and said, “First off, I want to talk business and I promise this is the only time we’ll do so.”

“That’s fine with me,” she answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I think we’re good to go. We can seal the deal. I sent my father a PDF copy of the documents you gave me and it looks like everyone on the board likes this transaction.”

“Good,” I told her. “I’ll lock it in then and we never have to talk about business again until your father arrives to sign the transfer of the title and exchange of money.”

She nodded cheerfully. Brayton came back with our drinks. He poured us both a glass of iced vodka before he nodded, took our payment and moved on to the next table of customers.

I took a sip. It was a little strong but I really loved the taste of this brand. When Cherry gave it a taste she was instantly knocked back a little.

“Woah, that’s strong,” she commented.

Even then she still took another sip of it. I could see her cheeks flushing red and it was amusing to see such a petite little hot thing struggle with a good drink.

“But good, huh?”

She nodded and said, “Thank you for taking me out. I was getting a little bored at home.”

Was she bored enough to start fantasizing about me again? My mind was starting to wonder. It’s also weird that she hadn’t noticed that her notebook was gone.

I couldn’t help but flash a wicked grin and then ask, “What do you do when you’re bored?”

“I just do what everybody else does: I get online,” she answered nonchalantly. “It’s the only way I get to talk to my friends nowadays. They’re all out of the country now, working elsewhere. I’m the only one who decided to stay and work right here.”

“Why did you decide to stay here?” I kept on prodding. I wanted to know every little bit of her. “You’re beautiful and smart. I’m sure there were opportunities elsewhere for you. Why didn’t you get into modeling or something?”

Of course, I knew that Cherry wasn’t a model or an actress. I did my research before we met tonight. Despite that, she would make a good magazine model. She had this natural allure to her that would get men hard. Even fully clothed she looked like a vixen ready to prowl on the bed. My mind was racing with so many ideas of what I could do to her. Maybe I’d pluck some ideas from her notebook.

She laughed at that and replied, “Modeling? Me? I don’t think I have the guts to do that. But I did get offers here and there, you know? Especially after my dad and I hit a few home runs with our investments. I just thought I was better off here. This is my home. I belong here. All my dreams and aspirations are right here.”

Cherry looked so gorgeous and sincere as she explained. At the same time, she just managed to walk right where I wanted her to.

I finished off a shot of vodka just to summon the courage. I thought about my next line and took yet another shot before I finally managed to pull out the notebook and slam it down on the table. The look on her face was priceless.

“You mean all of your dreams and aspirations are here,” I said as I pointed at her notebook. “Tell me, Cherry Vergara, would you let me make those fantasies come true?”