his pocket and checked who it was. Fuck! This was a call he couldn’t ignore. With a quick look toward the stage and the object of his lustful fantasies, he reluctantly stood and made his way out of the club to the street.
He flipped open the phone and punched in the number. Jack fumed. His first night off in months and he got called back to work. And the timing couldn’t have been shittier.
When it was answered, he snarled. “This better be good.”
“Hey boss.” It was Sam, his foreman.
“What’s so important that you had to interrupt my one night off?” asked Jack.
“Sorry, boss, but it can’t be helped. I’m out at the job site. We got a big problem with the new supplier. Says he won’t talk to anyone but you.”
Jack swore under his breath. “Fucking douchebag!” He took a deep breath to try and tamp down his rising anger. It wasn’t Sam’s fault, after all. “Okay. It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get there. Put on a fresh pot of coffee. It’s likely to be a long night.”
“Right boss.” And Sam disconnected.
Jack flipped his phone shut and jammed it back into his pocket. He looked longingly at the door of the club, wanting more than anything to just go back inside and fill his eyes with the lusciousness that was Nyree Grant. But he couldn’t. It was the price of being the boss. With one last curse, he turned abruptly and made his way to his car parked just down the street. One thing was for sure: he would be back and he would introduce himself to the beautiful singer.
****
The after show crowd of admirers had finally filtered through her dressing room and left. Nyree shut and locked the door and heaved a big sigh of relief. Alone at last. Immediately, her thoughts turned to the tall drink of gorgeousness that had caught her attention earlier.
She sat at her dressing table and removed her earrings, setting them in the small carved wooden box reserved for her stage jewelry. Then she reached behind to undo her pendant necklace—a pretty silver filigreed piece, a gift from her mother.
In the mirror she watched how her elbows pushed her breasts together, creating a rather spectacular cleavage. She had a sudden hot vision of her erstwhile admirer applying his tongue to travelling along this vista. A shudder of pure desire washed through her, and she felt the familiar delicious tingle in her nether regions. Quite simply, she was horny as hell and totally frustrated.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, forming a picture in her mind of the tall, sexy stranger. What if he’d been waiting at the table when she came off stage? She would have sat at his table. He would have offered a drink. She would have smiled her thanks and then…
“You were wonderful tonight,” he says.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” She gives him her sultriest smile, gazing right into his eyes.
“Oh, I did, for sure. And I really wanted to meet you.”
“Oh?” Oh yes, she’ll be that coy. “I felt you watching me.” She’s almost purring.
“It’s hard not to,” he says with a grin.
She raises an eyebrow and makes a point of glancing at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Well, something’s hard anyway.”
He laughs, not embarrassed at all. She likes that.
“Will you let me take you out for dinner?”
“I could eat,” she says playfully.
He looks at her mouth and licks his lips. “I just bet you could,” he says.
They’re at the restaurant, in a nice romantic dimly lit corner. It’s quiet and private, and he wastes no time. As soon as they’re seated, he pulls her close and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue and hers fight for dominance as the kiss deepens.
She can feel the juices pouring from her, no doubt wetting her pretty silk panty’s crotch. She squirms, wanting so much to increase the stimulation and seek some relief.
She slides her hand onto his knee then up his leg until she is cupping his hot, thick cock through his pants. She lets her fingers explore.
He flipped open the phone and punched in the number. Jack fumed. His first night off in months and he got called back to work. And the timing couldn’t have been shittier.
When it was answered, he snarled. “This better be good.”
“Hey boss.” It was Sam, his foreman.
“What’s so important that you had to interrupt my one night off?” asked Jack.
“Sorry, boss, but it can’t be helped. I’m out at the job site. We got a big problem with the new supplier. Says he won’t talk to anyone but you.”
Jack swore under his breath. “Fucking douchebag!” He took a deep breath to try and tamp down his rising anger. It wasn’t Sam’s fault, after all. “Okay. It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get there. Put on a fresh pot of coffee. It’s likely to be a long night.”
“Right boss.” And Sam disconnected.
Jack flipped his phone shut and jammed it back into his pocket. He looked longingly at the door of the club, wanting more than anything to just go back inside and fill his eyes with the lusciousness that was Nyree Grant. But he couldn’t. It was the price of being the boss. With one last curse, he turned abruptly and made his way to his car parked just down the street. One thing was for sure: he would be back and he would introduce himself to the beautiful singer.
****
The after show crowd of admirers had finally filtered through her dressing room and left. Nyree shut and locked the door and heaved a big sigh of relief. Alone at last. Immediately, her thoughts turned to the tall drink of gorgeousness that had caught her attention earlier.
She sat at her dressing table and removed her earrings, setting them in the small carved wooden box reserved for her stage jewelry. Then she reached behind to undo her pendant necklace—a pretty silver filigreed piece, a gift from her mother.
In the mirror she watched how her elbows pushed her breasts together, creating a rather spectacular cleavage. She had a sudden hot vision of her erstwhile admirer applying his tongue to travelling along this vista. A shudder of pure desire washed through her, and she felt the familiar delicious tingle in her nether regions. Quite simply, she was horny as hell and totally frustrated.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, forming a picture in her mind of the tall, sexy stranger. What if he’d been waiting at the table when she came off stage? She would have sat at his table. He would have offered a drink. She would have smiled her thanks and then…
“You were wonderful tonight,” he says.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” She gives him her sultriest smile, gazing right into his eyes.
“Oh, I did, for sure. And I really wanted to meet you.”
“Oh?” Oh yes, she’ll be that coy. “I felt you watching me.” She’s almost purring.
“It’s hard not to,” he says with a grin.
She raises an eyebrow and makes a point of glancing at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Well, something’s hard anyway.”
He laughs, not embarrassed at all. She likes that.
“Will you let me take you out for dinner?”
“I could eat,” she says playfully.
He looks at her mouth and licks his lips. “I just bet you could,” he says.
They’re at the restaurant, in a nice romantic dimly lit corner. It’s quiet and private, and he wastes no time. As soon as they’re seated, he pulls her close and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue and hers fight for dominance as the kiss deepens.
She can feel the juices pouring from her, no doubt wetting her pretty silk panty’s crotch. She squirms, wanting so much to increase the stimulation and seek some relief.
She slides her hand onto his knee then up his leg until she is cupping his hot, thick cock through his pants. She lets her fingers explore.
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