I was surprisingly nervous before the date. After all, I’m going out with my billionaire boss. And I happen to be carrying his baby. And he doesn’t know.

But we have such a good natural chemistry that soon all these worries fly right out of my head. I settle into the evening and enjoy John’s company. The drive is nice as we cruise through Manhattan. John’s an excellent driver and he downshifts expertly as he passes the slower cars. It’s exhilarating to race through the streets of Manhattan in his luxury sports car. For once, I’m above ground, rather than on the subway. It’s a totally different world up here. I’ve never even owned a car—like many of New York City’s poorer inhabitants.

Passing cars and speeding doesn’t bother me at all and I’m calm the whole drive.

But when we pull up to the restaurant, my heart suddenly starts to pound. I knew the restaurant would be fancy but I had no idea it would be this fancy.

I can tell just from the outside this is the type of place I’d never step foot in normally. Well, maybe it’s the type of place I’d work as a cleaner. But it’s not even the type of place I’ve ever worked as a waitress—it’s far too nice.

There’s a team of professional-appearing valet parkers that greet John as he pulls up. The engine roars and the clean-shaven valets look appreciatively at the car.

One valet opens my door, and another takes my hand, helping me out of the car.

John tips one of the valets two crisp one hundred dollar bills. “That’s for not taking the car joy riding,” says John. “It’s got a computer system in it that tells me where it’s been, so if I were you I wouldn’t even try.”

The valets are so professional they don’t even crack a smile. They act more like military men than anything else—or those guards in England that don’t move for hours and hours. All John and I get is a series of polite nods.

John swoops me into the restaurant where a series of waiters and maître d’s are there to bow at us and accommodate our every whim.

“A bottle of your finest champagne,” says John.

The waiter pours the bubbling substance for us, and we clink glasses. I’ve got the glass to my lips before I remember that I’m pregnant. So I just keep my lips closed and pretend to take a sip. John takes an inquisitive look at my glass but doesn’t say anything.

“I hope this isn’t too formal,” says John.

“This is great,” I say, my eyes growing wide as I glance around the restaurant.

This isn’t a restaurant for ordinary people. There are celebrities all over the place. I recognize this people not from my daily life but from the tabloid pages of the newspapers and internet. I’ve read about a lot of their lives and feel like I know them.

I can’t help but noticing that John’s getting a lot of women checking him out, looking him up and down.

“Looks like you have a lot of female admirers,” I say.

“I don’t care about them at all,” says John, with a wave of his hand. “I’m only interested in you.”

“I couldn’t help doing a little research on you over the last month,” I say, slowly, not sure how to broach the topic.

“Oh?” says John, smiling at me. “And you found out I’m a womanizing…guy?”

“Exactly,” I say, winking at him. “You’ve been romantically linked, as they say, with some of the highest paid super models in the country. What do you want with a poor cleaning girl like me?”

John laughs. “I like how direct you are. Frankly, Sarah, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t know why you’re working as a cleaner now, but I know you’re destined for much greater things. Of course, you can do whatever you want. I couldn’t care less that you’re a cleaner and not a movie star. Plus, you don’t know how these movie stars and supermodels are. They’re not down to earth like you. They think the world is just waiting for an opportunity to serve them and give them what they want.”

“How do you know I’m not like that?” I say, with a twinkle in my eyes.

“You didn’t even accept my offer to promote you unfairly,” I say.

“How do you know it’d be unfair?”

“I love your sarcasm,” says John without a trace of sarcasm in his own voice.

Suddenly, John leans forward and kisses me full on the lips, right across the fancy table. He almost knocks over a very expensive looking glass full of water.

“They’re all looking at us,” I whisper to John.

“Let them look,” he says.

As John pulls away, the taste of his lips still on mine, I catch the glares of at least ten elegant women who obviously wonder what a cleaner is doing with the famous billionaire John Clark.

But they don’t know you’re a cleaner, I tell myself.

We order from the obsequious waiters. John gets us an appetizer of some small lobster dish I’ve never even heard of. We both have steaks and fancy pasta.

We laugh and joke all through dinner. Our own table’s atmosphere is in sharp contrast to the somewhat strained and formal atmosphere around us. We’re clearly having a better time than everyone else around us. Unlike us, they’re all more concerned with taking selfies and with the possibility of paparazzi than with actually enjoying their meals.

“This is like, seriously, the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life,” I say, with my mouth still full.

John laughs and hands me a napkin. “Wait until you try the desert,” he says.

The desert arrives and of course it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten.

“But this doesn’t compare to the real desert, of course,” I say, winking at John.

“What real dessert?” says John. “You don’t like the cake?”

“Oh,” I say. “It’s delicious. Best thing I’ve ever eaten. I just mean I was hoping we could hook up again after the meal. Before I have to return to my mom’s house, I mean.”

John laughs. “I love your frankness,” he says. “You may not know this, but people are always trying to bullshit me in my line of work. Usually people want a lot of money. But you’re not like that. You’re just different.”

“So you’re taking me straight home to my house, or you’ve got something else planned?” I say.

John smiles a coy smile at me. “I was hoping to take you out on the water,” he says.

“Swimming in the Hudson?” I say. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“Something a little less tiring,” says John. “I’ve arranged a yacht to take us out. It’ll just be me, you, and the captain.”

“You can’t steer a yacht yourself? I thought you were the all purpose billionaire who can do anything he wants?”

“I’ve won some competitions,” says John, modestly. “Yachting, sailing small boats. I even had a phase where I was doing motorboat racing. Now those things are really fast…”

“And you don’t think taking the yacht out will be as tiring as swimming?” I say.

“Why would it be tiring?” says John, a look of concern growing across his face. “I just thought it’d be nice. There’s a private cabin and everything.”

“I was referring to what we’re going to be doing in the cabin,” I say, not quite knowing where I’ve gotten the gall to say this. But I feel comfortable with John.”

John nearly spits out his champagne. I still haven’t touched mine, but I feel giddy from anticipation about what John and I are going to do tonight. Sober yet completely giddy as if I’ve been drinking champagne all evening. For a moment, I think of the baby growing inside me, and remember that it’s John’s. I look into his eyes and see them shining back at me. I know there’s something important between us… we just haven’t really spoken about it out loud yet. I know he feels it too. I wish I could tell him that I’m pregnant, but…

“Tell you what,” says John. “Let me up the ante on that one…”

“What do you mean?” I say.

“Here,” says John, taking my hand under the table and placing it on his crotch. His massive cock is rock hard, and I can feel the blood pulsating through it through his thin dress pants.

“You’ve got my attention,” I say.

“I’ll meet you in the women’s bathroom,” says John.

“At this restaurant? Won’t the waiters be upset if they catch us?”

“For the money I’m paying for this meal, I don’t think so,” says John. “That’s the thing about money. It kind of gets you what you want.”

“But I heard of some celebrities being arrested for something after…you know…doing it in the bathroom.”

John grins at me. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says. “After all, I can always have someone bail us out of jail if we wind up there. I’ve got the money for it.”

My mind flashes to how my mother would react if she heard the news I’d been messing around in a restraint bathroom with a billionaire. At first I’m horrified at the potential embarrassment of that scenario, but then I start chuckling and realize I’d actually relish it. Does that make me a bad girl? Hey, I’m in my twenties though, right? It’s not like I have to do what makes other people happy and not work towards my own happiness.

Without saying another word, I get up from the table as suavely as I can and walk towards the ladies’ room, which is in the back of the restaurant.

Before entering the bathroom, I turn and flash John a wicked smile from across the restaurant.

Inside, the bathroom, I take a deep breath. I’ve never done anything like this before. And this bathroom is just as fancy as the rest of the restaurant, which means it’s fancier than my entire mother’s apartment by a long shot.

Upscale sex in an upscale bathroom I think to myself.

A moment later, the door swings open and John rushes in. He’s holding a napkin in front of his crotch, which he removes to reveal the tremendous bulge in his slacks.

“You walked through the restaurant like that?” I say. “It’s it a bit obvious? Couldn’t you think of baseball or something?”

“I don’t care what they think,” says John, throwing the latch on the door behind him.

“You know this is the only bathroom,” I say. “There are multiple stalls…”

“They’ll just have to wait,” says John, an aggressiveness coming into his voice. He almost seems to possess a savage desire for me that turns me on. I can feel my body reacting to his desire, to his crotch, to the lust that I feel from him towards me.

He approaches me and he’s never looked so big and powerful. His eyes are gleaming with something I haven’t seen before.

I feel myself trembling a little in anticipation.

John kisses me deeply and with both hands grabs my waist. He picks me up as if I were nothing at all and places me on the sink.

My back rests against the mirror.

Before I know what’s happening, John’s lifting up my dress so that it’s around my hips.

“Oh my God!” I say, as John’s tongue contacts my thigh. He works his way around each thigh before grazing my outer lips.

I moan as he starts licking me. I’d forgotten how incredible it was that first night we were together.

He has technique but he also has passion.

His finger is inside me, deep inside me, moving in a way that drives me crazy.

“I love the way you taste,” says John. It’s probably the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever said to me and I might be grossed out if I wasn’t so turned on.

His hands are pushing my thighs apart…his strong and powerful hands. Now they’re massaging my breasts underneath my dress.

“Oh my God” I say. “I’m going to…”

But before I can even pronounce the word “come,” I do come. And hard.

Massive shivers running through me like sparks, from my groin up to my head, all the way through me. My body feels light and I feel like I’m going to faint, but in a wonderful way.

I’m trying to stop from shrieking but I can’t stop moaning and John doesn’t make any effort to keep me quite. He just keeps going, doubling his intensity. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“I need to taste your cock,” I say, towards the end of my orgasm. “Give it to me now.”

I’ve never been this forward with any man before.

Before I know it, I’m on my knees in front of John, unbuckling his belt buckle. His massive throbbing cock springs out to greet me, and I take it in my mouth.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” says John, grunting as I slurp on his cock, bobbing my head up and down.

John’s cock is so long he can easily take the base of it in his fist, even with the rest being in my mouth. He starts working away, and the idea of him jerking himself off into my mouth is so hot in the moment that it almost sends me over the edge to another orgasm. Almost, but not quite. But I feel like I’m teetering between two intense orgasms—the one I just had and the one I know is approaching. It’s only a matter of time.

But honestly, just sucking his cock is enough for me.

Now John’s removed his fist and he’s pumping lightly into my mouth, moving his hips almost as if he were fucking me.

“I need to be inside you,” says John, gruffly, as if he’s straining against an orgasm, as if his cock is going to explode at any moment.

And, sure enough, his cock is pulsating. It’s harder and larger than it’s ever been. I can feel it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and tighten my mouth.

“Oh God,” says John, groaning in response.

There’s a loud knock on the door. “Anyone in there?” says a shrill voice that I’m sure belongs to a super model.

“Just a minute,” says John, trying his best to keep his voice even. But there’s the sexual undertone to it that probably doesn’t go unnoticed by the woman on the other side of the door.

“Is someone in there?” says another voice outside the door.

“I think so,” says the first woman. “The door’s locked.

This isn’t good. I don’t know if we’re going to have time for real sex now.

“We better hurry up,” I whisper to John as softly as I can.

“I guess you’re right,” says John, with a single look. It’s interesting how we can communicate quite well with just a look now.

“Hurry up in there,” says the woman.

“Here,” I whisper to John, using my hand to guide John’s hand to his own cock.

I get back up on the sink and spread my legs wide open. I start fingering myself intensely, going as hard and fast as I absolutely can. The pleasure wracks through my body making me shiver. I’m starting down the barrel of John’s massive cock and it’s making me so fucking horny I can barely contain myself. My body is shivering and moving involuntarily, my head snapping back and forth slightly as my open mouth faces towards the ceiling and my eyes start to close on their own.

I’m trying desperately not to make any noise but the moans manage to come out of me.

Meanwhile, John is standing directly in front of me, looking me right in the eyes. He’s fisting his powerful cock as hard and fast as he can. I imagine that it’s me he’s fucking, rather than jerking off his cock with his powerful hand.

John has the most intense look on his face.

We come at exactly the same time.

His cock is pulsating and I watch it intensely, looking back and forth between it and his eyes.

His cock explodes and the come shoots straight at me. I watch it come at me in ropes and it hits my upper thigh.

My own orgasm explodes just as his seed hits me.

“Really!” says the woman outside. “This is too much. I’m going to have to talk to someone.”

“I will too,” says someone who sounds like a newcomer.

Now there are three women outside the door?

“We’d better get going?” I say, as soon as I can talk again.

My body feels light and heavy at the same time. The after glow of the orgasm is still rushing through me. I want to do nothing more than curl up in John’s arms. Of course, then I want him to pierce me with his massive cock. He can fuck me while he holds me. Then we can cuddle. That’ll all have to wait until the yacht though, since we had better get out of this bathroom as quick as we can.

I watch as John shoves his still rock-hard cock back into his pants and buckles his belt. He zips up his fly and he throws the latch on the door just as I pull my dress down around myself. There’s no time to make sure my makeup and hair are OK.

John and I rush through the restaurant. People turn their heads to look at us.

“There they are,” say three very pissed off looking women, pointing us out to a gaggle of stern looking waiters.

John and I are giggling as John takes out his thick wallet and throws down more than a few hundred dollar bills. Hell, I’m not keeping track, but he could easily have thrown down a thousand dollars. It’s hard to tell because the bills are so crisp and clean and tend to stick together.

“Better to pay in cash then wait around while they run the card,” says John.

A waiter is approaching the table but John takes my hand and we rush out of the restaurant, not even looking behind us at the stunned onlookers. And the most important thing is that we don’t care what they think of us.