[Sweetlust]

With a dismissive air Trent tells me I can leave. It’s not that I mind so much his last words. Call him ‘Sir’? If my immediate needs weren’t on the line, I’d laugh at such a ridiculous request. Call him ‘Sir’? I chuckle inwardly at the notion, but narrow my eyes as he makes it clear he’s done talking. Trent has grown a set of balls I see. Normally I like that in a man, especially a man I’m fucking—but I am not fucking him.

Let’s face it, I don’t have time or patience to deal with men who don’t know what they want and take it. My last boyfriend couldn’t handle me and he was a retired Navy Seal-tough as nails. I was tougher. Now, though I had to play this ‘game’. There was something else I needed to protect and I couldn’t do it if I was out on my ass. Fine, we’ll play this his way. As for the remark of his insinuating that I thought he was plotting against me, how utterly foolish. I would think someone in his position of power would find better things to do. I certainly did. I didn’t worry one iota about him or his future.

I turned and stiffly exited the office. No need to prolong this charade for the evening. Trent made it clear he’s in charge…for now. That crack about his wife, nearly made me pee myself in laughter. Who gives a shit—she’s a ‘former model’. Ohh…I’m supposed to be fucking impressed? I’m pretty sure that’s code for she’s a former porn star of exotic dancer. Trent forgot that I had him pegged long before he thought he could bag me. It was no secret the kind of girls he liked. I always sort of felt sorry for his poor little fiancée. But that is neither here nor there. Our personal lives have no place here. He can be the biggest dick in the world inside the walls of IDS. He now controls the company. I get paid to nod and smile at his idiocy, at least for now.

I made my way back to my office…I suppose it would soon be someone else’s office and shut down my computer. Sighing, I looked around. I’d cleared off all my personal items. Nothing here now but the mahogany furniture. Nothing here to remind anyone that Lisa White had been the CEO of this company. I picked up my shoulder bag and briefcase and shut the door on my way out.

Finally in my car, I drove out of the garage, noting the expensive vehicle that was undoubtedly his. I saw the driver waiting patiently smoking a cigarette as I moved past him. I smirked at the obvious show of power. Men like him were all alike. I sucked up to and sucked off enough of them to know.

Nearly an hour later, and one necessary stop at a local bar to unwind, I made it to my condo. Glancing at my mail, as I kicked my shoes off, I grimaced at the usual letter from my mother. When am I coming to visit? Why don’t I quit that awful job? Why don’t you get married and settle down? Oh I could write back and answer quite frankly. I don’t come visit because you nag and complain too much. I can’t quit that ‘awful’ job because I have obligations. I’m not married because no man has been good enough. The needs I had, very few men were willing to indulge without making me feel as if I owed them some kind of gratitude. Quite honestly, there was only one thing I needed a man for at the moment. The man that caught my attention had better be a true ‘alpha’ male in every sense of the word, intelligent, successful and fuck like a sex god. I stood up after finishing the mail and went to shower. After that interview with Trent, I needed a bath. Had he stayed ‘Anderson Mayne’—the mysterious benefactor/CEO then I would feel a little less apprehensive. As it stood now, he was tasking me with—of all things—that stupid ass Grievance Committee. Everyone knew they had no ‘teeth’. I would get to hear useless whining all day and make promises Trent probably had no intention of keeping. Still, I wasn't stupid. I knew despite his crowing about his 'new' life, there was probably more to this than met the eye. He would eventually reveal his true nature. I began to strip off my clothing as I walked to my bedroom.

“Mmm….god this feels good!” I moaned out loud. The hot shower was like a balm to my tired body and mind. I poured a scented shower gel onto the pouf I held in one hand and soaped up making it sudsy and slick. Running the bristles over my breasts, down my stomach and my legs, I let the feeling transport me. Sluicing water to remove the suds, I ran my hands over my body making sure I hit every spot. I closed my eyes and sighed as I palmed my full breasts. I was very proud of them. These babies were 38DD and not a sag in sight. I hit the gym regularly and ran to stay in shape. My body was hourglass curved with flared hips and an ass you could bounce a quarter off, but alas, there was no one to enjoy all this. I pinched my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Rolling the crinkled flesh until they became hard pleasurable nubs, I moaned again, imagining it was one of those hunks from the gym…maybe Raoul or Leo, two of the personal trainers teasing me. Pulling my nipples then twisting them hard, making me gasp in pleasure and pain. I never did like ‘easy’. I could feel my cunt tingling at the thought of those two fucking me…double penetrating me. I slide one hand down my belly to the apex of my thighs. Moving further, I felt, wet moist heat. It wasn’t just from the shower. The telltale viscous liquid of my pussy began to drizzle like warm honey. I teased the nubbin of sensitive flesh at the tip of my slit. It was poking out in eagerness for my touch. I pinched and massaged it until my legs threatened to give way.

“Ohhhh…shit…” I breathed. First one finger parted the plump flesh of my cunt lips, then another until I had managed to shove three inside me. I slid helplessly onto the shower bench spreading my thighs wide. I thrust my fingers in at a hard and fast pace—wanting…no…needing to hurt my pussy.

I could all but imagine those guys thrusting into my willing holes. My cunt…my ass…ohhhh…god…how they would pleasure me! I kept up my thrusting, and then finally pulled out to massage my clit to orgasm, feeling my pussy clench and spasm. As I came I pinched one nipple, my body trembling with need.

“Mmm….that…was…nice.” I giggled, and then stood up to rinse myself off. Shutting off the shower, I stepped out and dried off making my way to my bed. I thought about going out later, maybe one of my favorite private clubs. There were usually plenty new people to keep me busy. I thought better of it when I considered that Trent would obviously want me there bright and early. Showing up with marks and bruises, might raise an eyebrow or two. Normally if I didn’t come home with a few bruises, it wasn’t a good night.

I sighed again; I hoped this new position wouldn’t cause me to curtail my ‘activities’. I worked hard and needed to play hard, too. It always took the edge off for me. I slid on a pair of red lace bikini panties and climbed into bed. Yes…he will no doubt expect his employees to be at his beck and call bright and early. I did not plan to fail in that. If he thought giving me this shitty detail was going to break me, Trent had learned nothing about me. As for his success, that was all well and good, but at the end of the day, he was just a man. Flesh…blood…and bone. Yes, just a man. It was going to be very interesting. Closing my eyes, I smiled as my hand unconsciously began rubbing my clit again, imagining a thick cock sliding between my lips and against my tongue. Three orgasms later, I fell into a dreamless sleep.