Manhattan Master by Jesse Joren Page B

turning so that I face you. I raise my leg and put my
foot on the edge of the desk, pulling my skirt back so you can see
me.
    In this position, one leg
raised and stretched out to the side, everything I have to offer is
in full view. As your eyes dip lower, I know you see what I can
feel: the clear, trickling juice beginning its slow course down my
inner thighs.
    My hand trembles a little,
but I find the entry to my sleek opening with the tip of the
vibrator. I slide the little toy up inside my tightness. There's a
momentary spasm that makes me tremble.
    "I need panties or
something to keep it in," I say with desperation.
    "Put your leg down," you
suggest.
    I lower my foot to the
floor, sending the smoothness of the vibrator higher into my
wetness. My knees tremble as though I've run up a dozen flights of
stairs.
    "You can hold it without
any help," you say. "It's just a short walk across the street,
across a lobby, into an elevator, down a couple of halls. That's
all."
    A tiny smile hovers in your
eyes. I almost smile back.
    "What if it falls out?" I
challenge. "Can you stand that kind of embarrassment, right where
you work every day?"
    "Not the least bit
embarrassing for me," you say as you take my arm and lead me to the
door. "It won't be me that let it fall."
    My face is on fire. I
clench my inner muscles, determined not to let it slide out. Each
step I take makes the flesh between my legs throb. This isn't going
to be easy.
    After you close and lock
the door behind us, you steer me toward the elevator and the
outside world. I glance back at the silent door. Half an hour ago I
was afraid to enter in. Now it looks like a sanctuary.
    The elevator is sleek and
modern, thankfully empty. Once the doors close I glance at you, and
what I see in your eyes makes my knees like jelly.
    You reach to smooth my
hair, to stroke the back of my neck. The tension begins to melt
from me. Sighing a little, I lean back into that strong touch. In
spite of your stern demeanor, how gentle you can be –
    That's when I feel the
vibrator start to slip. I straighten, pulling in with all the
muscle power I can. I manage to control it just as the elevator
doors open. No one gets in the car. Maybe they decided to take the
stairs. But still…
    I turn on you.. "You did
that on purpose!"
    Your smile doesn't deny it. "Don't get
too relaxed," you say.
    When the elevator opens on
the ground floor, I'm dismayed to see that the vaulted lobby is
teeming with people. I glance down at the hard little nubs of my
nipples. Am I just paranoid, or they really are that
noticeable?
    A bellboy passes and does a
double take. His eyes crawl all over the front of me. I have my
answer.
    "So we're going across the
street?" I ask, trying to speed my steps, to hurry us across the
lobby. Again I can feel the vibrator trying to slip. I doubt you'll
let me walk on if it does.
    "Yes. Right through those
doors," you say, gesturing at the tall, stately building across the
street. "What's the hurry? Slow down. I'm proud to have you beside
me."
    Your eyes burn down into
mine, your smile slow and rich.
    "I waited a long, long time
for you, Gabrielle."
    The sound of my name on
your tongue makes my legs weak all over again. I've never really
liked my name, but on your lips it becomes something new, something
exotic and unexpected.
    You take my arm in a
gentlemanly fashion, smiling down at me. Several people around us,
older women mostly, smile in obvious approval of this courtly
gesture.
    If only
they knew .
    Outside I start to charge
across the crosswalk, trying to get under cover as quickly as I
can. Again the firm pressure of your hand on my arm stops
me.
    "Let's get lunch," you say,
steering us toward a bright yellow food cart parked on the street.
"Have you ever had Salvadorian food?"
    I shake my head no. A very
long line of people stretches from the truck. The smoky, rich aroma
of beef and spices curls into the air.
    My stomach growls. I was
too nervous to eat breakfast, and it