left.
I had pre-booked a hotel nearby to crash at for the night. I knew I was going to get drunk and didn’t want to risk driving home intoxicated. John followed me to the door of my room and kissed me good night.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned the makeup off my face with the makeup removing scrubbing wipes I had in my purse.
I walked back into the room and kicked my heels off before sitting down on the edge of the queen sized bed. Looking at my reflection in the mirror on the dresser, I pulled the zipper down the side of my dress.
A knock at the door interrupted me before I could pull the dress off. “Hello?” I said, walking toward the door and clutching the side of my dress so it wouldn’t fall. I looked through the peep hole and John was standing in front of my door. As I opened it, he pushed his way in, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
With a deep intensity in his eyes, I could tell he wanted to devour me. The door shut behind him, startling me as he walked me over to the bed. I was ready to give him anything he wanted.
“Sheila—” I forcefully pressed my lips against his, silencing any doubt he had in his mind.
He unzipped the last part of my dress and it fell to the floor, revealing my red lingerie set. Placing his hand in the arch of my back, he traced his tongue on the side of my neck. His hand slid up my back, unsnapping my bra clasps and letting my breasts fall free.
He spun me around so I could see myself in the mirror as he gently slid one finger underneath the seam of my panties. He rubbed my clit and cupped my breast with his free hand. “I want you to come on my fingers, Sheila. I want you to keep your eyes open while you do, so you can see how beautiful you look as you succumb to me.”
Heat rose from deep down inside of me as John’s fingers picked up the pace. My nipples hardened and my head flew back on his shoulders as he dipped his fingers into my core. “Look into the mirror, Sheila. Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered into my ear as I felt myself letting go.
His cock pressed up against me and it was my turn to return the favor.
Monday— sweet, sweet, Monday. It was the shittiest day of the week for most, but I always looked forward to it.
Today was John and Frank’s first day as Vice President of Marketing and Vice President of Telecommunications, two jobs that I knew would suit them both well.
They both had to deal with Roger while I tackled the new permits for a secondary building for Nat-Co.
I walked into the parking garage elevator and went up to my suite. As the doors opened I smiled at Rose. “Morning.”
“Morning Ms. Quinn, you look well rested and refreshed. “
I spent the weekend in a hotel fucking one of the new VPs, of course I looked refreshed.
I walked into my office and hung my trench coat on the rack, then placed my briefcase on top of my desk.
“Morning Ms. Quinn, here’s your coffee.”
“Thank you, Ryan.” He stood in front of my desk smiling at me.
“What?”
“Nothing, you just look—happy.”
“I am Ryan. I got rid of the old pathetic Sheila and brought back stone cold Sheila.”
“Good for you. Oh and ‘Stone Cold’, you might want to check your email. If you need anything stronger than that coffee after you read it, like vodka, let me know.”
What the hell does that mean? Why would I need vodka at eight thirty in the morning?
“That son of a bitch!” I yelled at my screen. “He has no idea who he is fucking with. He wants to play hard ball? Then we’ll play hard ball.”
Keith Lee was kind enough to get a lien put on the building I wanted across the street. The email wasn’t actually from him, but from the bank. I knew he was behind it though; it was too damn coincidental.
I spent most of the morning searching online for dirt on Keith. There had to be something. Marital issues, a teen pregnancy, something, anything I could use to blackmail him into leaving me the hell alone.
Search after search, and nothing
I had pre-booked a hotel nearby to crash at for the night. I knew I was going to get drunk and didn’t want to risk driving home intoxicated. John followed me to the door of my room and kissed me good night.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned the makeup off my face with the makeup removing scrubbing wipes I had in my purse.
I walked back into the room and kicked my heels off before sitting down on the edge of the queen sized bed. Looking at my reflection in the mirror on the dresser, I pulled the zipper down the side of my dress.
A knock at the door interrupted me before I could pull the dress off. “Hello?” I said, walking toward the door and clutching the side of my dress so it wouldn’t fall. I looked through the peep hole and John was standing in front of my door. As I opened it, he pushed his way in, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
With a deep intensity in his eyes, I could tell he wanted to devour me. The door shut behind him, startling me as he walked me over to the bed. I was ready to give him anything he wanted.
“Sheila—” I forcefully pressed my lips against his, silencing any doubt he had in his mind.
He unzipped the last part of my dress and it fell to the floor, revealing my red lingerie set. Placing his hand in the arch of my back, he traced his tongue on the side of my neck. His hand slid up my back, unsnapping my bra clasps and letting my breasts fall free.
He spun me around so I could see myself in the mirror as he gently slid one finger underneath the seam of my panties. He rubbed my clit and cupped my breast with his free hand. “I want you to come on my fingers, Sheila. I want you to keep your eyes open while you do, so you can see how beautiful you look as you succumb to me.”
Heat rose from deep down inside of me as John’s fingers picked up the pace. My nipples hardened and my head flew back on his shoulders as he dipped his fingers into my core. “Look into the mirror, Sheila. Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered into my ear as I felt myself letting go.
His cock pressed up against me and it was my turn to return the favor.
Monday— sweet, sweet, Monday. It was the shittiest day of the week for most, but I always looked forward to it.
Today was John and Frank’s first day as Vice President of Marketing and Vice President of Telecommunications, two jobs that I knew would suit them both well.
They both had to deal with Roger while I tackled the new permits for a secondary building for Nat-Co.
I walked into the parking garage elevator and went up to my suite. As the doors opened I smiled at Rose. “Morning.”
“Morning Ms. Quinn, you look well rested and refreshed. “
I spent the weekend in a hotel fucking one of the new VPs, of course I looked refreshed.
I walked into my office and hung my trench coat on the rack, then placed my briefcase on top of my desk.
“Morning Ms. Quinn, here’s your coffee.”
“Thank you, Ryan.” He stood in front of my desk smiling at me.
“What?”
“Nothing, you just look—happy.”
“I am Ryan. I got rid of the old pathetic Sheila and brought back stone cold Sheila.”
“Good for you. Oh and ‘Stone Cold’, you might want to check your email. If you need anything stronger than that coffee after you read it, like vodka, let me know.”
What the hell does that mean? Why would I need vodka at eight thirty in the morning?
“That son of a bitch!” I yelled at my screen. “He has no idea who he is fucking with. He wants to play hard ball? Then we’ll play hard ball.”
Keith Lee was kind enough to get a lien put on the building I wanted across the street. The email wasn’t actually from him, but from the bank. I knew he was behind it though; it was too damn coincidental.
I spent most of the morning searching online for dirt on Keith. There had to be something. Marital issues, a teen pregnancy, something, anything I could use to blackmail him into leaving me the hell alone.
Search after search, and nothing
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