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Authors: Simone Sowood
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how in the fuck did she know when she spent her days partying in Honolulu?
Something was going on, and I knew it was only going to cost me more money.
* * *
I thought Friday would never come. I put on my new suit, Italian silk cut, tailored for me by my guy from Saville Row. He always argued with me about using Italian fabrics, claiming British fabrics were much more hard-wearing and longer lasting. Who cares how long a suit lasts as long as it looks good?
The club heaved with people, everyone of them lining my pockets with more money. A massive grin spread across my face as I surveyed the dance floor.
Jenny, Abbie and two other women I didn’t know danced in a little circle. Jenny looked stunning, as always. Her tight black dress clung to her petite frame, and the sight of her made my dick twitch.
Some blond guy moved in on Abbie, grinding her from behind in a way I wanted to be doing to Jenny.
“Hey, Blake,” I barked out my office door.
“Yes Collin?”
“Go get Jenny for me.” I’d already filled him in ahead of time, he knew who she was. Everyone here had been told to treat her like gold.
“Will do.”
I closed my office door and sat down at my desk. Realistically I didn’t have a need for a desk. Aside from fronting the cash and giving the final approval for issues, all I had to do these days was mingle with the VIP clients. For whatever reason, mingling and hanging out with me gave them a thrill.
They were the ones who spent the real money and meeting me made them feel special, which made them open their wallets even wider. Each one of them spent as much as fifty or a hundred regular customers.
Hell, they didn’t even bother with Perrier Belle Epoque champagne, since it was only hundreds a bottle. They liked their champagne to be in the four figures and were straight onto special edition Bollingers and Cristals. And my markup on those was huge.
* * *
T he door opened and my eyes shot up to see Jenny standing sheepishly in the doorframe, her hands clasped in front of her like she was nervous. I jumped to my feet and walked to her.
“Babe, you look stunning.” I took each of her hands in mine and pulled them away from her so I could get a good look at her.
“Thanks.” Her voice was unsure and her lips pursed. I didn’t like it. She should feel comfortable with me. Why the fuck didn’t she feel totally comfortable with me?
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close to me, kissing the top of her head as she reached my chest.
“It’s good to see you here, and dressed.”
“Dressed? I thought you only wanted me undressed.”
“Dressed is good so I can do the undressing.” I laughed but remembered how I have to keep this: undressed. Dressed is too much in girlfriend territory, and that’s just not possible. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, sending her the message.
“So, this is your office,” she said pulling away and looking around.
“Yeah, what do you think? Come look over here, you can see the dance floor.” I led her to the one way glass and Jenny looked down on the people below.
“Ha, look, Abbie’s found herself a blond.”
I didn’t bother to look at the dance floor, I was too busy looking at Jenny. I played with her long, dark hair. The silken strands glided through my fingers, slipped out of my hands and down her back.
When I inhaled, I’d expected to small the fresh smell of her coconut shampoo. Instead I got a wafting scent I recognized, but it couldn’t be. How would Jenny be wearing Clive Christianson perfume when it’s four figures a bottle? The Jenny I knew would never care about wasting her money on something like that. Could she even afford to buy it if she wanted it that bad?
Her shoulders were bare except for a thin strap and I put my hands on her soft skin. I wondered if she had a bra on. The thought sent blood straight to my dick and It took everything I had to suppress the urge to bend her over my desk and fuck her hard right that
Something was going on, and I knew it was only going to cost me more money.
* * *
I thought Friday would never come. I put on my new suit, Italian silk cut, tailored for me by my guy from Saville Row. He always argued with me about using Italian fabrics, claiming British fabrics were much more hard-wearing and longer lasting. Who cares how long a suit lasts as long as it looks good?
The club heaved with people, everyone of them lining my pockets with more money. A massive grin spread across my face as I surveyed the dance floor.
Jenny, Abbie and two other women I didn’t know danced in a little circle. Jenny looked stunning, as always. Her tight black dress clung to her petite frame, and the sight of her made my dick twitch.
Some blond guy moved in on Abbie, grinding her from behind in a way I wanted to be doing to Jenny.
“Hey, Blake,” I barked out my office door.
“Yes Collin?”
“Go get Jenny for me.” I’d already filled him in ahead of time, he knew who she was. Everyone here had been told to treat her like gold.
“Will do.”
I closed my office door and sat down at my desk. Realistically I didn’t have a need for a desk. Aside from fronting the cash and giving the final approval for issues, all I had to do these days was mingle with the VIP clients. For whatever reason, mingling and hanging out with me gave them a thrill.
They were the ones who spent the real money and meeting me made them feel special, which made them open their wallets even wider. Each one of them spent as much as fifty or a hundred regular customers.
Hell, they didn’t even bother with Perrier Belle Epoque champagne, since it was only hundreds a bottle. They liked their champagne to be in the four figures and were straight onto special edition Bollingers and Cristals. And my markup on those was huge.
* * *
T he door opened and my eyes shot up to see Jenny standing sheepishly in the doorframe, her hands clasped in front of her like she was nervous. I jumped to my feet and walked to her.
“Babe, you look stunning.” I took each of her hands in mine and pulled them away from her so I could get a good look at her.
“Thanks.” Her voice was unsure and her lips pursed. I didn’t like it. She should feel comfortable with me. Why the fuck didn’t she feel totally comfortable with me?
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close to me, kissing the top of her head as she reached my chest.
“It’s good to see you here, and dressed.”
“Dressed? I thought you only wanted me undressed.”
“Dressed is good so I can do the undressing.” I laughed but remembered how I have to keep this: undressed. Dressed is too much in girlfriend territory, and that’s just not possible. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, sending her the message.
“So, this is your office,” she said pulling away and looking around.
“Yeah, what do you think? Come look over here, you can see the dance floor.” I led her to the one way glass and Jenny looked down on the people below.
“Ha, look, Abbie’s found herself a blond.”
I didn’t bother to look at the dance floor, I was too busy looking at Jenny. I played with her long, dark hair. The silken strands glided through my fingers, slipped out of my hands and down her back.
When I inhaled, I’d expected to small the fresh smell of her coconut shampoo. Instead I got a wafting scent I recognized, but it couldn’t be. How would Jenny be wearing Clive Christianson perfume when it’s four figures a bottle? The Jenny I knew would never care about wasting her money on something like that. Could she even afford to buy it if she wanted it that bad?
Her shoulders were bare except for a thin strap and I put my hands on her soft skin. I wondered if she had a bra on. The thought sent blood straight to my dick and It took everything I had to suppress the urge to bend her over my desk and fuck her hard right that
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