Too hot to handle (10 page)

“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. I’m sure a
bright young girl like you will grow fast within the company. Now, will your
other job conflict with this?”

“I don’t see how. This is a
part-time morning job and I work nights in the bar. Today is an exception.”

We talk for another half an hour or
more. The young Ms. O’Rourke is truly very intelligent and charming although I
keep picking up strange signs from her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s
flirting with me which wouldn’t be appropriate even if she were a man and she’s
way too smart to make that kind of mistake in a job interview. I check my watch
and realize it’s time to finish this or I’ll be late for my much more rewarding
appointment with Mark.

“Ms. O’Rourke, the job is yours.
I’ll tell Mr. Franklin at the Personnel Department to contact you with the
specifics and to send you an email with the paperwork. Now, is there anything
else you’d like to know about the company or the position?”

“Are you gay?”

I laugh out loud. I’m not offended
at all.

“I get that all the time. But I like
the fact you asked me directly. I respect that.”

In fact, I respect people who aren’t
intimidated by my position and power. She’s scored many points with this
question.

“And the answer is ‘no’. I don’t do
relationships. I don’t have time, or energy, for all the dating ritual. My
business is practically a 24/7 responsibility but the tabloids have a whole
different version for my love life.”

“It’s a pity.”

I just raise an eyebrow at her
comment and she quickly adds.

“I mean, not having time for
yourself. I understand the sacrifices your position requires but you’re young
and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life,” she blushes and her
breathing is quick. She seemed so poised up to a few seconds ago that I feel
sorry for her now.

“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. You are
very kind. But not dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I do,
believe me. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi never see me
on these occasions,” I smile openly, trying to put her at ease. It doesn’t help
because her face is bright red and she squirms in the chair. I decide to put an
end to her misery. I stand up and stretch my hand. “Well, it’s been a pleasure
talking to you. My people will call you later today with the details. When can
you start?”

“As soon as you need me.”

“Be here tomorrow at nine. Mr.
Franklin will show you around and start your training.”

I go around the desk to see her to
the door and, at the same time, I text Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel
in 15 minutes. That’s why I don’t see her halt a few feet from the door. I bump
into her back and dive to catch my phone before it hits the polished floor. To
my utter embarrassment, I miscalculate the distance and practically grab her
soft, round backside together with my phone.

“I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

“Don’t worry. I stopped abruptly.
It’s my fault.”

My imagination is playing tricks on
me again. I could swear her voice trembled and her words came out as a
breathless whisper. I shake my head and open the door to her.

“Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure
you’ll be a great addition to our team.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. See you
tomorrow.”

I close the door, send an email to
the Personnel Department, turn off the computer and run out of the office. My
morning had been filled with steamy fantasies starring Mark plus the night
episode with my dildo followed by the shower fun. None of which had been
enough. I need the real thing today. As I take my private elevator down to the
lobby and press my hand lightly over my aching sex, I don’t understand why I
see a pair of round female thighs slowly opening for me instead of Mark’s
muscular ones.

* * *
*

“Mark, sweetie, I’m so sorry. But
it’s not working for me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

I unlock the cuffs I used to tie him
to the headboard and plop beside Mark on the bed. I’d been straddling him for a
long time, riding his rigid, huge member, trying to get off on his hot body but
couldn’t manage to build a climax for myself.

“I am sorry, Carol. I don’t know
what I did wrong. I came so hard inside you. That usually does it for you,
right?”

He looks so crestfallen as he leans
down to kiss me, I smile at him and ruffle his hair.

“It’s not your fault, silly. It’s
just that I’m so stressed-out. I can’t sleep, I can’t relax. I thought fucking
would help me out with that. Besides, you played a starring role in my date
with a dildo last night until the damn batteries died. Today I wanted the real
thing. At least you had a great time, huh?”

“But let me try one last thing,
babe. I don’t want you to be frustrated.”

He smiles and starts kissing his way
down my body. He scatters soft kisses over my skin until he reaches his final
goal. He kisses and bites the inside of my thighs and I throw my head back on
the pillows.

“God, Mark, you’re so good at eating
me.”

I lift my hips and muffle his chuckle
with my crotch. He buries his face and inhales deeply.

“You smell so sweet, Carol.”

I bend my knees and open myself to
him. He slides my body down until the edge of the bed and kneels on the floor.
I drape my legs over his shoulders and Mark grabs my thighs as he lifts me up
towards his eager mouth. I writhe and thrust as his tongue licks my folds.

“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t
you? I can taste my cum on you.”

I hold his head and press him down
on me.

“A little less conversation, a
little more action, please, Mark.”

He spreads me and blows inside my
walls before latching on my hardened nub and suckling the little pebble. I
close my eyes, my mouth goes dry and I actually pant and moan.

“Oh, Mark, that’s it. Good boy.”

I move my hips and crumple the bed
sheets. When he inserts a finger inside me I sit upright.

“Oh, god! You’re awesome, Mark. Give
me more. Go deeper.”

I freeze when I open my eyes and see
Ms. O’Rourke standing at the door connecting the bedroom to the sitting room.
Through the half open door I can see, on the table, a tray with the wine and
glasses I had ordered when I checked in but had forgotten all about it. She
works in the hotel bar, then. What an awkward way to meet again. Or isn’t it?

Cindy has a hand up her skirt and is
obviously enjoying the show Mark and I are putting on for her, involuntary as
it may be. Mark notices I’ve stopped moving and lifts his head from my sex to
look at me, frowning.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

I don’t want him to see her standing
there, so I smile and pull his head down.

“Nothing, sweetie, just keep on
doing that. It won’t be long now.”

I look at the door again and there’s
nobody there. I must have hallucinated. I lie down again and close my eyes. I
try to concentrate on Mark but I keep seeing Cindy’s face, breasts, thighs and
buttocks, instead. The more I see her, the more excited I get. So, I figure,
what the heck? I’ll just play along this time and see where it gets me. I relax
my muscles and picture Cindy over me, under me, cuffed to a bed, spreading her
legs for me, wiggling her butt in my face. I see her in every sexual situation
I can imagine and the pleasure finally coils up inside me when I imagine her
hot mouth on my pulsing body. Mark is fucking me with three fingers and his
delicious tongue now but all I see is a certain blonde. I gasp and cry out when
the massive climax hits my inner walls. My inner walls grip Mark’s hand and his
tongue flicks my clitoris. I thrust on the bed and wail as loud as I can. My
throat gets sore, my muscles tense then relax and I feel faint.

Mark sits me up on the bed and holds
my convulsing body. I haven’t had such an earth-shattering orgasm in ages. I
kiss his mouth, my taste is still strong on his tongue and I smile against his
lips.

“Thank you, Mark. I needed that.”

As he lies me down on the pillow,
I’m already asleep, dreaming of Cindy’s soft body pressing against mine.

* * *
*

When I wake up, Mark has already
returned to the office. He knows I prefer it this way. I stretch my body and
relive our encounter. There’s something disturbing in the way I climaxed
fantasizing about the new receptionist. I’ve never been with a woman, not even
during my years in the Catholic boarding school I went to in Boston.

I've never
had this reaction to another woman either. I'd understand it if it had happened
during college. People experiment then. I didn't. I guess my nose was too deep
into the books to pick up on anything else.
I’m caught
off guard by these amazing sensations. I like rough sex. I have my own long
list of nameless, hot boy-toys I use to fulfill my sexual needs from time to
time. I never cared for the vanilla sort of sex so I never expected to be this
turned on thinking about the female softness of Cindy’s perfect body. I’m also
intrigued by the vision I had. What is wrong with me?

Unfortunately, I don’t have much
time left so I jump off the bed, take a quick shower and return to the office.
Whatever had happened in that hotel room seems irrelevant now because I got the
orgasm I was looking for.

“I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

* * * *

The following weeks go by much as
any other in the office. I work from early morning to late night. Mark is
always two steps ahead of everybody else, tending to every little thing I need,
before I know I need anything. He’s the best P.A. I’ve ever had. We met many
times over this period, both at the hotel and at my place, and he made me come
over and over again.

But visions of a certain young
blonde keep invading my thoughts at the most inappropriate moments. I wake up
sweating at night, disoriented, just to remember vivid dreams filled with
Cindy’s thighs, breasts and round buttocks. During the day, I catch myself
squirming in my chair thinking about a hot mouth latched on my sex and it’s not
Mark’s.

In the flesh, things aren’t much better.
Every time I pass her counter I have the feeling she’s flirting with me. Maybe
it’s the wide smile with which she greets me. Or the way she cocks her head to
one side when she looks at me. Or the way she pushes her tits up over her
crossed arms when she leans on the counter to talk to me.

This morning she went too far,
though. I get worried when I leave my private elevator and don’t see her behind
the counter. I had an early meeting at a client’s office so I arrived around
10AM and Cindy’s never late. I stop by the counter to check if her purse is
there and choke on my coffee. I am greeted by her round back wrapped in the
black pin skirt of her uniform. She is bent down and looking for something
under the counter.

“What happened, Ms O’Rourke?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you
coming. I’m looking for my cell phone.”

The little tramp doesn’t stand up to
talk to me. On the contrary, she looks over her shoulder and wiggles her butt
in the air. I keep my face straight and serious and raise my eyebrow at her
before pointing at a small table on the corner.

“Isn’t that your cell phone?”

“Oh, my, silly me. That
is
my
cell. Thank you, Ms. Sullivan.”

She finally stands up and I swear
she winks at me but it is so fast I can’t be sure. “You know, today is my day
off from the bar and I’d love to go to a gym near here. Can you recommend me
any one?”

“There’s an excellent fitness center
on the 20
^th
floor. Most people from the office go there.”

“Do you go there, Ms. Sullivan?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Say, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s the name of the bar you work at?”

“It’s the Living Room at W Hotel,”
she winks and I see it clearly this time. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

“Do you work only at the bar or do
you ever deliver drinks to the rooms?”

“When we’re understaffed I need to
deliver stuff, yes. Team spirit, you know.”

She’s openly mocking me now. I want
to grasp her by her shoulders and shake some sense into the slut. Luckily, Mark
appears and I don’t need to make a bigger fool of myself.

“Good morning, Ms. Sullivan. Ms.
O’Rourke. Can I have a word, Ms. Sullivan? I need to straight some things up
with you before your 11o’clock meeting.”

“Yeah, sure. Talk to you later, Ms.
O’Rourke.”

I don’t wait for her reply. I march
into my office and Mark locks the door behind us.

The day progresses without any other
incidents. I work like crazy and manage to keep Cindy out of my mind. When she
does pop up inside my head I think ‘blackmail’. Could the little slut be
planning on blackmailing me? Would she have the nerve to do that?