Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (2 page)

“I’ll start here.” She slid his zipper down and eased him onto the bed. She stripped for him down to her La Perla lingerie, black as he liked. She went into the chest in his closet, and took out the towering platform heels.

“Stunning, absolutely stunning.” He motioned for her to come back and begin. She found the ribbons by the bed stand and tied his arms to the bedposts. His erection was towering, and he moaned just at being tied up. She blindfolded him with a black satin ribbon.

“Mine, all mine,” Eve said.

“All yours, for whatever you want Eve.”

She licked his cock, teasing him, then traveled up his chest kissing and kneading his muscles. She teased his mouth with her wetness, and then let his tongue devour her slit. His hips thrusted demanding satisfaction.

“No, no not yet, make me come,” she commanded. Joseph worked her into a frenzy and almost immediately to full orgasm. She slid her wet pussy down his chest towards his rock hard cock.

“Now, now!”

“No! That’s very bad!” Eve slapped him across the face, and he groaned with frustration.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold on!”

“You’ll do what tell you!”

“Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry.”

She began to slowly stroke his cock, lightly tracing her fingernails up and down the shaft. She quickly mounted him, plunging down the full length of his hardness. They both moaned. Joseph was pumping; Eve was riding.

“Now!” she commanded, “Now!” Joseph came on command for her.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Ahhhh!” Sweat beaded across his forehead. “Eve, you’re a goddess. I swear!”

“Mmmmm.” Eve rolled off Joseph feeling the waves of her second orgasm flooding over her, making her body shake. They both laid there a moment...wet, exhausted, and totally
satisfied. Eve knew this wasn’t forever. It was his fantasy, not hers. Joseph had no desire to make a woman submit. He made people submit all day long. He had no desire to do it in the bedroom, or to make it last any longer than necessary. “Blindfold off.” Eve removed his blindfold and the restraints.

“Damn, how’d I get so lucky?” Joseph sighed on his way to clean up.

“Well, your fellow men are totally useless, so—”

Joseph popped his head out of the bathroom, “Eve, you’re amazing. And, I know, we’ve talked about this, but I’m just not into your thing. If you want to call this off at any time, you say the word. We’ve known each other for four years now. I think we could be just friends; I’d like that.”

“Thanks Joseph, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay beautiful.”

Eve wrapped herself in the red silk robe she found in the chest and opened the curtains onto the Potomac River. The river water rippled in the darkness like waves of onyx.

“Somewhere out there, I’ll find him.”

Eve proofread the signs and newly printed marketing materials. The modern font she selected helped to convey they masculine tone the artist’s work conveyed.

Jen snuck a peek at Eve’s tablet and catalogs. “’Matt Chapman: This is Now’... whatever that means.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Besides the obvious, of course. That’s artists for you though.”

“I haven’t received the usual torrent of calls and harassment from him that our clients love to put us through. I think Geoff may be the only person to have talked to him,” Jen said.

“Really? That would be a first!”

Art Marketing, Inc. took care of some of the America’s biggest artists. Their egos came along for some TLC as well. One female artist demanded they deliver a white cotton dress spun by ten virgins for the artist to wear at her gallery opening. Eve didn’t know what to think of that let alone how to do it, or where to find ten virgins in Washington, D.C. that were spinning wool like it was the year 1400. Another male artist demanded that large groups of admirers be present to receive him as he arrived at his opening. Eve complied with about 75 of her friends, all of whom were treated to as much leftover booze as they could handle when his opening was over. It was easier than a group of wool spinning virgins at least.

“Eve. Office. 10 minutes.” Geoff Smyth slid away as if he walked on silk. Eve thought it looked more like a slither. He loved to talk in as few words as possible, as if his time and power were infinitely precious. Eve knew from his secretary that he spent a lot of time in his office looking at porn and sleeping.

“Right away Geoff,” Eve said.

“Duty calls?” Jen said.

“Let’s hope that’s all it is.”

Art Marketing, Inc. had fired ten employees in the last year. With the staggering amounts being made in the art market, they only received portions of the initial sale of artist’s work, which could be considerably lower than what the pieces were fetching a few decades from their sale date. Unfortunately, Sotheby’s and Christie’s were some of the real winners in the outrageous prices for art being sold, but Geoff was collecting some decent commissions off of the artists they represented as a gallery / agent for them. The only trouble was no one knew where that money was going. It certainly wasn’t going into AM, Inc.’s pockets according to the Accounting Department.

“Chapman is yours today and tonight,” Geoff said.

“Really? That’s um, unusual. Where’s Zoe, his account executive… shouldn’t she be handling him?”

“He’ll be very easy, so don’t worry about it too much. Just do your normal job, and supervise set-up and tear-down. I’ll send my assistant to help with the sales and all that. I’ll be around for the schmoozing.” Geoff straightened his hair in the reflection from his laptop.

“Okay, anything I should know? Perhaps I should just sit down with Zoe to—
”

“She’s gone, Eve.”

“Gone? She quit?”

“No, let go. Have to watch expenses you know.”

Eve spied a new Rolex on his wrist and two tickets to Paris tucked into his leather bound day book. “I see. Will she be replaced?”

“We’ll have to see. Don’t worry for now. First things first, okay, send Jen in.”

“Of course, right away.” Eve left the room quieter than she came in. “Is this ever going to end? How much work can we all do before we just drop?” She made her way back to the cubicle farm, which was becoming increasingly barren. She wondered if their office was even going to stay open at the rate her boss was raiding the company.

“Jen, the Smyth calls,” Eve said.

“Ugh, the Smyth! Man, I really hope I’m not getting fired today. I have rent soon.”

Eve sat back down at her desk and thought about Joseph, Brad, and the other stand-ins for real men in her life. It was time for a change, but how? She stared out the window wishing herself into a new life.

Jen skipped out of Geoff’s office. Eve breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her happy instead of with the abused cardboard box that was the sure sign of an immediate departure from employment in their office.

“Guess who your assistant is tonight?” Jen drummed her fingers together with pleasure.

“Wow... an assistant, I’m moving up in the world. Hopefully we can both handle all of the “now” Mr. Chapman has to dole out to us. Does he have transportation, food allergies? We better get out the list from Barrett,” Eve said. John Barrett, globetrotting graffiti artist and media darling, was their most difficult client. His needs ranged from the simple yet precise to the obscene and ridiculous. It was the most comprehensive list of requests anyone had ever made. It covered everything from who to let in based on his own aesthetic of the day to the time his mineral water was taken from the spring.

“No problem, see you at five tonight for set-up okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Come hungry…lots of hors d’oeuvres to eat. Save some grocery money that way,” Eve said.

“Ooh, didn’t think of that.” Jen bounced away, thrilled to be part of it all. Eve smiled remembering when she was fresh out of school and ready to take on the world.

*  *  *  *

Eve left the office early that day at 3 p.m., but had to stop back in before the opening because she forgot the Barrett list. The entire office was deserted, which never happened. She snuck through quietly, but the closer she got to her desk the louder the moaning got. Her desk was near Geoff’s office, so she got down on all fours and quickly crawled over to her desk. She peered around the far corner, and was shocked to see Jen sprawled over Geoff’s desk with him humping away at her. They both appeared to be enjoying it quite a bit. Eve wasn’t sure whether to be amused, betrayed, or confused. Apparently the “Smyth” objection had been overcome by Jen. She felt she’d lost her only ally left in the office. The remaining staff had long ago gone towards a more Darwinian tone with each other after each round of layoffs.

She was scared for Jen. Fucking the boss was career-suicide, not to mention a personal low with someone like Geoff. Maybe he didn’t look that way to her fresh eyes. He was certainly attractive on the outside, wealthy, successful, but Eve simply knew better. She grabbed the list and began scurrying back towards the lobby when she looked back, wondering why she had to hide during all this. She stood up and saw Jen’s wide eyes staring back at her in disbelief, as Geoff moaned and bucked harder against her. Jen quickly turned her head to the side, so she didn’t have to look at Eve.

“Oh shit,” Eve said to herself. Tonight was going to be long and awkward.

*  *  *  *

The D.C. Metro was notorious for system back-ups. The Metro was consistently underfunded, and was starting to show the serious consequences of fiscal irresponsibility in the regions’ local governments. Eve waited the full length of the treacherous Dupont Circle escalator. The fearless ran down it, sometimes shoving, and rarely saying ‘excuse me.’ Eve felt like she was in an oppressive mental haze. She’d witnessed a colleague’s very private moment, but it was with her scumbag boss. She wasn’t sure who she was madder at.

“Doors closing,” the bodiless female Metro announcer intoned.  Eve realized she had been standing staring at the doors of the subway car. Everyone now on the train was staring back at her. She let the doors close and took a seat on a cement bench by a perfume ad of a woman in a remarkably similar position to Jen.

“Really? Really? In the Metro, Christ,” Eve mumbled.

“Bit much for you?” the voice asked.

Eve whipped her head around and saw a drop-dead gorgeous man with a smile playing around his lips. He was well-dressed and bundled up for winter in a camel hair coat with beautiful gloves and boots worth a fortune.

“Uh, just a long day, I guess,” She grabbed a glimpse at his dark hair and brown eyes before quickly turning away.

“You can look longer, if you want.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“At me. I like what I see too. Your eyes are so blue I could almost see them from way back there,” he pointed a gloved hand back towards the escalator.

“I, I—” she fumbled with her iPod, desperately trying to escape her discomfort.

“You going to shut me out now? That would be a shame. I’m Matt.” He held out his hand expecting her to return his goodwill.

“I’m Evelyn,” she said, smiling, shaking his hand, and pushing her nervousness deep inside to who knows where.

He clapped his hand on top of hers, “And my night is about to get a lot better because I bet your last name is Deuchar. Mine is Chapman.”

“Oh! Mr. Chapman, tonight’s opening. Well this is... interesting,” she stammered as a blush quickly burned through every inch of her face and body. She was glad she was sitting down.

“Can I ride with you, Ms. Deuchar?”

“Oh you can call me Miss. Not married, and not old…yet.”

“Far from it from what I can see.” She could almost feel him touching her face, yet he had calmly sat down beside her. She felt energized, but at ease at the same time.

“So, another opening… I hope it goes better than my one in Berlin.”

“What happened there?”

“No beautiful women.”

“Oh.” Eve shyly put her head down. She was blowing it. Where had her twenty-eight years of experience gone all of the sudden? She felt like she was having an awkward moment in the school cafeteria.

“Tell me Evelyn—” he said.

“Oh, you can call me Eve, my friends do.”

“Eve…the first temptress. I can see that. So, Eve, what’s up with tonight?”

“Um, so, your opening, uh…6 p.m. start. The usual drinks, hors d’oeuvres. Selling begins immediately of course. Hopefully we’ll wrap up in a couple hours. You’re so popular it should all be sold quickly.” She smoothed her hair behind her ears and tried to sit up straight.

“Hold my hand Eve, openings make me…nervous.”

“Well, okay, sure.” She grabbed his hand and held on like grim death. This wasn’t the first attractive man she’d ever spoken to, but in the context of a client and anything sexual happening this was brand new territory.

“Eve, it will be a good night. I know it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s already good, so, I don’t need anything else.” She smiled back at him. Guys like this always go for some ridiculous international supermodel type. She felt foolish. Her fears were answered at the opening. As soon as they walked up to the building, a crazed Russian super-bitch was prancing around the entrance swearing at the bouncers to let her in.