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03 Nisan 2023, 18:05
Author's note: This is my first attempt in the Erotic Couplings genre. My other attempts all seem to have devolved into Romance. I suppose this could be, too. This is Part 1 of a 5-part story arc. Like most of my stories, it starts with character background. It also contains small elements of B no bra because the dress plunged to her waist and had an open back; French cut panties and nude pantyhose; 3" white stilettos; and faux diamond stud earrings with a simple necklace to match. Actually, the cubic zirconia looked even better than real diamonds, because they sparkled more. One last primp in the mirror, a check of her makeup and "flirtatious" smile, and she went out to meet John.
She was greeted by a low whistle. It must have been instinctive because he quickly caught himself and stopped, offering an apology.
"Sorry about the crude... you look great," he told her as he stood up from the couch. "Fantastic."
Yeah, speaking of fantastic, she thought as she looked at him. This is your boss. This is your boss. This is your very hot looking, melt-your-heart boss. He hadn't changed his outfit much... a simple shirt and slacks that fit him like a male fashion model, the loafers and a light linen jacket. The three open buttons on the shirt were a tease, but he was supposed to look good. He was supposed to be an Alpha Male.
"Shall we go?" he asked, offering his arm.
"Um... where are we going?" she asked, picking up her purse and taking his arm. She knew enough to at least do that.
"Well, dinner is simple," he explained afyon escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/afyon-escort) as they walked to the elevator. "I thought Tom Colicchio's would be a good place to start." To her blank stare, he added, "your basic steakhouse."
This is not 'basic' anything, she thought at dinner. This is overwhelming.
Maine Lobster Bisque, a 10 oz. Filet Mignon, Asparagus and Wild Mushrooms. That is what she had finally settled on, wondering how the hell she was going to pay for it before she remembered it was on Mr. Thompson's tab. Then she decided to stop feeling guilty. She did ask for a to-go bag for the leftovers and had it sent to the room. She didn't want to fill up too much if they were going dancing.
She had surprised him when she stuck to lemonade during dinner. When he'd asked if she was a teetotaler, she'd told him no, that she occasionally imbibed, but she needed to keep it well within moderation, because if she got going... well, there'd been some embarrassing incidents back in college and such. He just smiled and nodded his understanding.
When it was time to leave, he took care of the bill and when she asked where they were going, he suggested a little Voodoo. He couldn't resist teasing her.
"The VooDoo Rooftop Nightclub and Lounge," he explained. "A little less crowded and a lot more comfortable than a lot of the high-end dance clubs on the strip. You'll love it."
She did love it. It was atop the Rio, just off the Strip, and had incredible views of the city and an open-air veranda where the cool desert breeze ağrı escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/agri-escort) was great for a refreshing break between dances. The DJ did a lot of retro music, right up her alley, and she was told it wasn't nearly as crowded as other clubs.
The drinks were rather potent, though, and even with dancing them off, she was a bit looped by the time she and John decided to call it quits and head back to the hotel. She was kind of glad that the concept of a slow song was foreign to the DJ. She was getting more and more turned on by her boss and he didn't seem to be doing anything to discourage it. She was a little afraid of what might happen if he actually held her in his arms.
For his part, he was enjoying the hell out of her. She wasn't complicated, or conniving, or egotistical at all. She was just plain fun. And damned attractive. He was pretty sure she had no idea how good she looked. The shit was going to hit the fan on Tuesday, but until then he didn't see any reason she shouldn't enjoy herself. He liked watching her be happy.
Why didn't I notice her before? he wondered. Six months sitting outside my office, running errands and interference. I guess she was just really good at her job and at being invisible. Well, she's going to get noticed now.
On the walk back, she got a little chilly - he figured from working up a "glow" dancing - so he put his jacket over her shoulders... and she shivered a little more. But just for a moment. He had no way of knowing it was because of his touch. Because of the thrill that ran through aksaray escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/aksaray-escort) her that her body refused to ignore. When they got to the hotel, instead of heading for the elevators, he turned her slightly and steered them to The Lounge, where he secured a table in a quiet corner and ordered a carafe of wine.
"You know, Karen, you've been doing an outstanding job for me for the last six months," he told her as the drinks arrived. "And the reason I know it's outstanding is, I haven't had to yell at you once."
That's a strange criterion, she thought. Why would he have to yell at me?
"Your predecessor screwed things up for me on a regular basis," he went on. "From travel plans, to meeting schedules, to correspondence... you name it. And I was constantly having to correct her. She could take a tense situation and turn it into a train wreck. But you... you just do your job quietly and efficiently, and I don't have to correct you at all."
So that's why he might have to yell at me, she thought. Note to self: don't give him a reason.
"You are, in a word, invisible," he smiled. "Which is unfortunate, because it has deprived me of appreciating just how attractive you are. A valuable asset with grace and charm. I'm starting to consider myself a fairly lucky man."
Don't lay on the compliments too much, or I'm going to start blushing, she thought as she sipped her drink.
"So are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, and she realized she had to answer.
She felt a little fuzzy around the edges. She wasn't used to drinking like this, although it seemed to be the National Pastime of Las Vegas. She knew she was warm, and happy, and horny as all hell. Only her iron will was keeping her from making a pass at the man who held her professional career in his hands.
She was greeted by a low whistle. It must have been instinctive because he quickly caught himself and stopped, offering an apology.
"Sorry about the crude... you look great," he told her as he stood up from the couch. "Fantastic."
Yeah, speaking of fantastic, she thought as she looked at him. This is your boss. This is your boss. This is your very hot looking, melt-your-heart boss. He hadn't changed his outfit much... a simple shirt and slacks that fit him like a male fashion model, the loafers and a light linen jacket. The three open buttons on the shirt were a tease, but he was supposed to look good. He was supposed to be an Alpha Male.
"Shall we go?" he asked, offering his arm.
"Um... where are we going?" she asked, picking up her purse and taking his arm. She knew enough to at least do that.
"Well, dinner is simple," he explained afyon escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/afyon-escort) as they walked to the elevator. "I thought Tom Colicchio's would be a good place to start." To her blank stare, he added, "your basic steakhouse."
This is not 'basic' anything, she thought at dinner. This is overwhelming.
Maine Lobster Bisque, a 10 oz. Filet Mignon, Asparagus and Wild Mushrooms. That is what she had finally settled on, wondering how the hell she was going to pay for it before she remembered it was on Mr. Thompson's tab. Then she decided to stop feeling guilty. She did ask for a to-go bag for the leftovers and had it sent to the room. She didn't want to fill up too much if they were going dancing.
She had surprised him when she stuck to lemonade during dinner. When he'd asked if she was a teetotaler, she'd told him no, that she occasionally imbibed, but she needed to keep it well within moderation, because if she got going... well, there'd been some embarrassing incidents back in college and such. He just smiled and nodded his understanding.
When it was time to leave, he took care of the bill and when she asked where they were going, he suggested a little Voodoo. He couldn't resist teasing her.
"The VooDoo Rooftop Nightclub and Lounge," he explained. "A little less crowded and a lot more comfortable than a lot of the high-end dance clubs on the strip. You'll love it."
She did love it. It was atop the Rio, just off the Strip, and had incredible views of the city and an open-air veranda where the cool desert breeze ağrı escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/agri-escort) was great for a refreshing break between dances. The DJ did a lot of retro music, right up her alley, and she was told it wasn't nearly as crowded as other clubs.
The drinks were rather potent, though, and even with dancing them off, she was a bit looped by the time she and John decided to call it quits and head back to the hotel. She was kind of glad that the concept of a slow song was foreign to the DJ. She was getting more and more turned on by her boss and he didn't seem to be doing anything to discourage it. She was a little afraid of what might happen if he actually held her in his arms.
For his part, he was enjoying the hell out of her. She wasn't complicated, or conniving, or egotistical at all. She was just plain fun. And damned attractive. He was pretty sure she had no idea how good she looked. The shit was going to hit the fan on Tuesday, but until then he didn't see any reason she shouldn't enjoy herself. He liked watching her be happy.
Why didn't I notice her before? he wondered. Six months sitting outside my office, running errands and interference. I guess she was just really good at her job and at being invisible. Well, she's going to get noticed now.
On the walk back, she got a little chilly - he figured from working up a "glow" dancing - so he put his jacket over her shoulders... and she shivered a little more. But just for a moment. He had no way of knowing it was because of his touch. Because of the thrill that ran through aksaray escort (https://www.t2bro.com/bayan/aksaray-escort) her that her body refused to ignore. When they got to the hotel, instead of heading for the elevators, he turned her slightly and steered them to The Lounge, where he secured a table in a quiet corner and ordered a carafe of wine.
"You know, Karen, you've been doing an outstanding job for me for the last six months," he told her as the drinks arrived. "And the reason I know it's outstanding is, I haven't had to yell at you once."
That's a strange criterion, she thought. Why would he have to yell at me?
"Your predecessor screwed things up for me on a regular basis," he went on. "From travel plans, to meeting schedules, to correspondence... you name it. And I was constantly having to correct her. She could take a tense situation and turn it into a train wreck. But you... you just do your job quietly and efficiently, and I don't have to correct you at all."
So that's why he might have to yell at me, she thought. Note to self: don't give him a reason.
"You are, in a word, invisible," he smiled. "Which is unfortunate, because it has deprived me of appreciating just how attractive you are. A valuable asset with grace and charm. I'm starting to consider myself a fairly lucky man."
Don't lay on the compliments too much, or I'm going to start blushing, she thought as she sipped her drink.
"So are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, and she realized she had to answer.
She felt a little fuzzy around the edges. She wasn't used to drinking like this, although it seemed to be the National Pastime of Las Vegas. She knew she was warm, and happy, and horny as all hell. Only her iron will was keeping her from making a pass at the man who held her professional career in his hands.