Sometimes you need more than a glass of wine to unwind from a hard day in the office.
People make a lot of assumptions about female executives: and in my case they are true. I’m a ball-buster, the textbook definition of everything guys hate about powerful women in the workplace. But even hard-arsed queen bitches need a bit of a release sometimes. Some women have massages or hit the spa for a day. Me, I need something a little stronger.
After a nightmare week at work I phoned Teddy. Ed’s an old friend, one of the few people I trust completely.
‘My darling,’ he said. ‘How’s the queen bitch of the financial district?’
‘Not at her best. Are you around tonight?’
He sighed. ‘I’m sorry my love, I’m in the country for the week.’
I bit my lip, not wanting him to hear how disappointed I was. ‘I understand. Let’s talk when you get back.’
‘Of course. Don’t give up on tonight though – let me get back to you later.’
His text came through just as I was finally packing up.
‘Darling. You’re meeting a friend of mine at the bar of the Charlotte Street Hotel at nine. Wear something red. And don’t be late, Alex is very particular.’
I baulked for a minute but Teddy does tend to have interesting friends, so I replied in the affirmative. If he turned out to be less than spectacular I could always enjoy a few of their excellent cocktails before heading home to the comfort of my vibrator.
A few hours later, I made my way into the quietly chic, dimly-lit hotel bar. I’d chosen a red Chanel dress that skimmed the middle of my thighs, teamed with killer Louboutin heels. I couldn’t deny that I felt a distinct tingle of excitement. Meeting a complete stranger who I might fuck before the night was out was the sort of wanton behaviour I hadn’t indulged in years.
It was a few minutes to nine when someone walked over and took the seat next to mine. I glanced casually over then looked back at my drink; some woman had perched herself unusually close to me. I ignored her and carried on sipping elegantly until she moved in a little closer.
‘Excuse me, I’m saving that seat for someone.’
‘I know,’ she murmured, in a throaty voice ravaged by cigarettes and late nights. ‘I’m Alex.’
I spun round on my stool, pulling away from her instinctively in shock. What the fuck was Teddy playing at? I shook my head angrily.
‘I need to leave,’ I hissed, reaching for my purse.
‘No you don’t,’ she said, in a low, commanding tone, grabbing my wrist in a surprisingly tough grasp and pulling me back towards her. ‘Sit down and finish your drink.’
Something about the look on her face made me think twice about storming out; I perched myself back on the stool, pulse racing in anger and another emotion that was harder to define.
Her hand was still on my wrist, tight, and the look in her hooded eyes was one of clear invitation. I felt my pulse quicken again. There was no doubt that she was attractive but it was the eyes that got to me the most. She had the look of a predator, of someone used to being in charge. It was a look I recognised from my own mirror. She gave a small smirk of pleasure when I dropped my gaze then released my arm, signalling the barman to bring me another cocktail.
I squirmed in my seat, a shudder running through me as the movement allowed my knickers the smallest pressure at my swelling clit. I was hot now, just from the way she looked at me. I could almost smell my arousal.
She stood and put a hand on my waist, fingers just brushing the naked, quivering skin of my thigh.
‘I think you’ve had enough. Get up.’
I prised myself off the barstool. She picked up my purse and slid her hand down my lower back, brushing the sensitive spot at the top of my arse in full view of the rest of the bar. I squirmed again, involuntarily pushing myself backwards to meet those questing fingers. She dropped her hand a fraction more and steered me confidently away from the bar – toward the hotel lifts.
When we got to her floor she stalked down the corridor imperiously, in no doubt that I’d follow. She pulled out a keycard, opened a door and stepped in. The room was lavish and gorgeous but I barely noticed, hovering as I was at the threshold, truly unsure of myself for the first time in years, completely in her hands.
‘Close the door and go to the table. Now turn around.’
I made a slow circle and faced the heavy curtains, back and arse presented to her gaze like a gift.
‘Take your pants off. Slowly.’
I reached my hands up under my dress, curling my fingers around the thin fabric of my thong and slowly levering it down, feeling the silky fabric pull away from the wet kiss of my hot c**t, achingly aware that she was watching every move.
‘Now lean forwards across the table and spread your legs. Wider. Yes, that’s right. Then pull your dress up, really slowly, and show me your pussy.”
I bent till my face, hot with shame and lust, met the cool glass of the table, reaching my hands around to grab the bottom of my dress. My hot c**t thrummed harder, my clit begging for contact as I gradually eased the dress upwards, over my arse and to my waist. I pulled my arse cheeks apart, exposing the whole hot wet cavern of my aching pussy to her hungry gaze.
I stayed like that for what felt like forever, not daring to look behind me, to find out if I pleased her, just waiting, frozen, begging silently for her touch. Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
‘Please,’ I muttered, ‘Alex please…’
I heard her soft laugh from the other side of the room then movement as she rose. I gasped as her manicured hands slapped onto my thighs and pulled my cheeks wider apart. Then I was wriggling backwards, struggling up onto my toes and lifting my hot, wet wide pussy higher towards her as her nails raked the insides of my thighs and then finally, finally brushed the end of my dripping slit, trailing my juices up my arse and back down again. I rubbed my pussy against her skilful hand, pushing back against the finger she slid inside me, and then the other, grinding my hips against hers, now pressed tight to me.
I spread my legs more, as far as they could go, gasping as her fingers found my waiting clit, rock hard and ready. Then she sank to her knees behind me and buried her face in my pussy. My moans came thicker and faster and my pulse began to race as she licked me, thrusting her fingers inside me and fucking me hard while she sucked my ravenous clit, licking at it like a cat with a bowl of cream, her clever tongue making faster and faster circles around the centre of me while I held on to the table for dear life, hips bucking, fucking her face with my willing c**t until finally, eventually, the dam broke and I exploded in a blissful release, sinking to my knees on the soft carpet, dress pulled round my waist, my c**t sodden with a mix of her saliva and my juices.
It took me a minute to catch my breath, and then I turned around and faced her.
‘We’ve got the room till morning,’ she said, ‘assuming you want to stay.’
I smiled back, running my tongue across her full fuck-me lips, tasting myself on her. This was one decision I didn’t mind making.
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