I decide not to drive back to my office. I often work late but I’m annoyed by my meeting with Ron Sanchez and Asher Marks. How dare they quote such a high price to me. They obviously don’t want my business.
I need to make sure they don’t do any more digging into my personal information and continue raising my prices when they find out how much I’m really worth. They think they know I’m worth a lot, and it amazes me how they found out that much, but if they had any idea that it’s way more than that, they’d be gouging me even more.
Finding out how to stop their digging requires talking to my team at the office. But I can do that on the phone. I need to blow off steam.
And, I have to admit, I’m still pretty hot and bothered by seeing that hot little number I ran into in the hallway. Katie, she’d said her name was.
I can’t believe how much my body and mind responded to her immediately. It’s not like me, to lose control like that. I don’t know whether to embrace the new feeling or fight against it.
First things first. I need exercise. My body doesn’t maintain its youthful vigor and ripped abs by itself.
I strap a leash on my dog Fiji and run a few miles, trying to stay focused on the problem of whom to hire to represent me if Ron and Asher don’t come down on their fee quote. But I know they will. They have to.
Then I lift weights in my home gym and try not to think too hard about the girl who works for them. Katie, with the stunning green eyes and lovely curves. Why the fuck can’t I get her out of my head?
Finally, it’s time to call my team at work. When I pick up my cell phone I notice that I have a few messages on my phone, and they’re all from women.
“Hey Damien, this is Rochelle. I had a great time last night and I know they say to let the guy call first and to give it a good three days but I just couldn’t resist seeing if maybe you…”
I press seven to delete. How pathetic.
“Damien. It’s Michelle. I know it’s been a while. But life got in the way. And I was just wondering…”
I hit seven again. Michelle is so last month.
“This is Monica and I can’t stop thinking about that amazing sex and your huge…”
Seven. I can’t even remember who that one is.
Seven seven seven.
None of these girls are worth my time. They’re either too clingy and pathetic or they’re not submissive enough. It’s so hard to find the right balance: independent and not needy, while also willing to be tied up or held down and letting me do what I want to them, without their putting up too much of a fight.
I have to admit, though. None of them are striking my fancy today because of my encounter with the girl in the hallway.
Now I’m the one being fucking pathetic. Usually I don’t let any one girl stop me from chasing all the rest, in search of the one who will be my pet for a while until I tire of her and move on to the next chase.
Who the hell loses interest in all surefire prospects just because they saw someone new after a rough day? Not Damien Hudson. Or at least not usually. What the hell has gotten into me?
I need to focus on something else. I call my IT office.
“Damien,” says Morris, my tech guy, who answers on the first ring. “What can I do ya for?”
There’s a reason I pay him and the rest of his team the big bucks.
“Since some little girl at the Marks, Sanchez and Reed law firm was able to find out a lot of information about my holdings and finances, do we have some sort of a leak?” I ask, right off the bat.
I’m not one to beat around the bush.
“And what if they’re able to find out even more about how much I’m worth?”
“They wouldn’t be,” Morris says. “Or at least, it would be very hard. They would need an IT guy with skills who rival mine. And you know that’s impossible.”
He laughs at his own joke. But I’m not very amused.
“Well, it did already happen once,” I tell him. “And today I met the girl who did it. If she can do it, anyone can.”
I fill him in on the details of what went on today and my fears of having further information about me discovered. He sounds genuinely perplexed but assures me that he’ll get to the bottom of it.
Well, he’d better. I’m loyal to a fault but he’d better protect my information. If he can’t assure me that nothing further will happen then I’ll find someone who will.
“Thanks for your help,” I tell him, willing myself to be more polite to him than I feel like being at the moment.
I need to shower. I stink like a sweaty mess from all the fucking exercise.
But of course, as soon as I’m naked and the water is running over me, all I can think of is the girl in the hallway. Katie. Katie. Katie. Katie. Who won’t stop fucking with my head.
I decide I deserve to indulge in a little fucking fantasy. I never mix work with pleasure. But she doesn’t work for me. And it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again. Not unless Asher and Ron come way down on their prices, which they might just be too greedy to do.
I look down at my rising cock and wish that she was here so that I could make good use of my hard-on. Taking it in my hand, I grab ahold of it as I think about her curvy, tall body and her innocent looking green eyes.
How I wish I could defile her. Yank those preppy looking clothes off her, because they looked out of place anyway, and see her full naked body. She looks innocent but I know she has a naughty side lurking underneath. Maybe she just hasn’t met the right guy to bring it out.
I want to be that guy. I want to bring out her inner bad girl and I also want to bring out her pussy juices until they’re dripping all over my hand as I tease her by playing with her clit and tracing my fingers up and down her thighs. I want to see her up close. Smell her. Taste her.
I feel my cock throb in my hand as I imagine sliding it into her wet and willing pussy. I stroke my shaft back and forth as I think about fucking her pussy and maybe even her ass.
I wonder if she’d let me fuck her ass. Spank her. Tie her up. Have my way with her.
I want to make her go down on me while I fuck her mouth. I want to lick her pussy until she moans and wiggles and screams at me to stop because I’ve made her come too much that she needs a break. And then I won’t give her a break. I’ll keep licking her pussy and then I’ll fuck it.
I feel so good that I know I’m going to come. I just wish she was here to enjoy it with me. I blow my load into the tub and watch it get stuck in the drain for a minute before making its way down, and I think about what a waste that was.
It should be on Katie’s back. That’s where my cum belongs. And all over the rest of her too. In her hair. On her face. Dripping down her entire body. In her pussy.
I don’t even know her, but I want to mark her as mine. Claim her as my own.
I can tell I’m already in too fucking deep. And I don’t even know if I’ll ever see her again.