Chapter One
At the tender age of eighteen, Jessica had only memories of her mother Anna Marie - the color of her hair, how it glistened in the golden sunlight, her seductive green eyes that could see straight through to your soul, the fullness of her lips, and the softness of her skin. Anna Marie had been separated from Jessica early in her life, leaving Jessica to fend for her virtue in the foster care system. Anna Marie didn’t abandon Jessica because she wanted to be free of the responsibility of having a child. She was murdered by her boyfriend, Charlie Daniels. One of Jessica’s favorite memories of her mother was a song that she sang to her every morning before school, “Good morning to you, good morning to you, good morning my Jessie…get ready for school.”
Some of Jessica’s placements were with nurturing families and some were like living in the pits of Hell itself.
As she developed in her teenage years, Jessica became extremely desirable to look at. Her mother blessed her with her best attributes like her fierce red curly locks, those sensual green eyes that pulled men in, a few tiny red freckles located from cheek to cheek, her Baby-soft vanilla skin, and her full luscious lips. Jessica stood at about five feet, six inches and possessed an alluring, curvaceous body. She was not only attractive, but extremely smart as well.
Jessica had applied for the nursing program at the University of Louisville and had gotten accepted. She stayed on the campus and roomed with an Asian girl, Kayla. Over the course of a year, they became quite close. Jessica admired Kayla. She was petite with silky black hair, dark brown eyes, and beautiful snow white skin. Kayla was charismatic, strong-willed, spontaneous, energetic, and intelligent. Jessica often teased her about being so outspoken. Biting her tongue was surely not one of Kayla’s strongest personality traits.
Kayla spoke a lot about her home, and on her school breaks, she would fly to Okinawa to visit her father. She didn’t speak often about her mother, and Jessica never asked. Jessica knew there was some type of issue there, but she respected Kayla’s privacy and cherished the loving and understanding relationship they had.
Kayla was a party girl in some fashion, and Jessica was a homebody. Kayla had a photographic memory, but Jessica had to study. At times, Kayla could pull Jessica into her world but there were times when she could not.
“We should go to the date party at the Pi Beta Phi sorority house,” Kayla suggested, already pulling clothes from her massive wardrobe.
“I don’t care much for those types of things. I don’t fit in with the rich kids,” Jessica explained, opening her book to study for her upcoming pharmacology exam.
“Please. I’ll help you study for your class later,” Kayla begged as she stood in front of the mirror placing a black jumpsuit in front of her.
“All they do is get drunk, have meaningless sex, and humiliate those who don’t talk like them or have the financial background they have,” Jessica explained, getting up from the desk in their room to see if she even had anything appropriate to wear.
Kayla walked over to Jessica and gave her the black jumpsuit she was posing with in the mirror and told her, “Wear this. It would look better on you.”
“Why do you say that?” Jessica asked.
“Because you have the curves for it. I’m straight up and down,” Kayla replied to Jessica, laughing.
Kayla was right. It fit Jessica like a glove. What made it exotic on her was that it crisscrossed in the front, allowing someone to see just enough cleavage to gain their interest. It fit tightly around Jessica’s small waist and the legs flared out.
Kayla wore an outfit similar to what she had given Jessica, but hers had long see-through sleeves, whereas Jessica’s outfit was sleeveless.
Jessica was amazed at the look of the historic brick home that had been converted into the sorority house. It possessed a wraparound porch with large white columns. The home was surrounded by magnolia trees that gave the place character. As the two young women walked up the steps, they passed people scattered here and there, talking, but no one that looked of any interest to Jessica.
The first room they entered was poorly lit, but it felt welcoming.
“Welcome to Pi Beta Phi Sorority House. Could you fill out a name tag and place it high on your shirt for others to see?” Amy, one of the sorority sisters, requested.
“How does this work?” Jessica wanted to know.
“As one of the tables become available, one girl and one guy will enter the rotation. You would then have five minutes to make a connection. If that is not the person for you, then when the buzzer goes off, the guys rotate to the next table. If no connections are made when the full rotation has been made, then all the guys leave the tables and a new bunch is added to the rotation,” Amy answered.
“But, if I find someone that I want to get to know better, both of us leave the table together. Right?” Kayla questioned.
“Correctamundo,” Amy replied, handing them their name tags. “Also, there are no alcoholic beverages allowed at this event. If it is reported that you have any, we will ask you to leave the property promptly.”
“Is there anything to drink or eat?” Jessica wanted to know.
“Of course,” a cheerful Amy answered. “We offer a wide variety of appetizers and a couple of different choices for soda and juice. They can be found in the main dining area,” Amy answered, handing them a map of areas that were designated for the event.
An anxious Kayla rushed in, pulling Jessica by her hand. They walked into the sitting area, but there were no chairs. There were about fifteen tables with two people to a table talking to each other. Every five minutes the guy would rotate to another table. If two parties were interested, then a hook up was made and the pair would leave the table together and talk further. Jessica was more amazed with the paintings on the wall then the action at the party.
“I know these guys are a little young for you, but at least try it out. You may find Mr. Right,” Kayla joked with Jessica, waiting for her turn to enter the rotation.
“It’s more like Mr. Right Now. I want a man who’s a gentleman, someone with a little experience in life, a man who knows what he wants and follows the path to get there. I need stability and commitment,” Jessica explained.
“Sounds good, but you won’t find him here. There were no old men invited to this party,” Kayla told Jessica, right before entering the dating rotation.
Jessica walked to the main dining area to see what food was being served. When she walked in, she fell totally in love with the vintage table and the Gothic art they had displayed on the walls. The soft light in the room and the soft music playing in the background made the party almost enjoyable. Looking over the food, Jessica grabbed a fruit-filled wonton and bit into it when a voice behind her said, “If you want the recipe, I know the girl who made them.”
Jessica turned to put a face with the strong masculine voice from behind her. Although her mouth was filled with food and she was unable to talk, her eyes were taken aback by the man who was speaking to her. He was tall, about six feet-one, had skin that was a sweet caramel brown, beautiful hazel eyes that sparkled in the soft light, and a pearl-white smile. He literally took Jessica’s breath away.
“My name is Justin Thomas, and I have had my eyes on you from the moment you walked in the door,” he said in a smooth and calm voice.
“My name is Jessica Milner. Nice to meet you,” she replied with a smile of acceptance on her face.
“I would to love to sit and talk with you, but I was just about to leave. It took me the better part of the night to just walk over to you and say hi,” Justin admitted, appearing to be mesmerized by Jessica’s beauty.
“I stay in Windsor dorm if you would like the number,” Jessica offered.
“I already have the number, Jessica. What I want to know is, if it’s okay if I use it to call you?”
“Yes, please do.”
After Justin kissed her hand and turned to walk away, Jessica thought to herself that she had no intentions of coming to this date party to meet anyone of the caliber as Justin, but now she was happy that she let Kayla talk her into it.
As she mingled through the crowd of disparity looking for Kayla, she bumped into her pharmacology teacher, Denver Washington. With a surprised look on her face she could not help herself from asking, “Mr. Washington, what are you doing at a date party?”
“I can assure you, Ms. Milner, I’m not looking for a date. My wife Amore pledged here in her sophomore year, and now our two daughters are sisters at this sorority house. I guess they are trying to make it a family tradition,” he answered looking around the room confused. “Nice to see you, but I have to get my eyes back on these promiscuous boys.” Mr. Washington slightly touched Jessica on her shoulder before he disappeared into one of the other rooms.
Jessica had grown tired of looking for Kayla, so she retired herself on a plush, brown couch outside of the main room. From time to time, a guy would stop by and talk with her, but none piqued her interest like Justin.
After about an hour, Kayla surfaced and was eager to tell Jessica about a guy she met. She was so excited that he was smart but did not look like a nerd. He was able to talk to her in a vocabulary that made sense. Kayla was sure that he was perfect for her. Because she was excited about this guy, Jessica was excited.
On the way back to their dorm, Jessica couldn’t get a word in; Kayla talked continuously about Chase. He smelled good, he was tall and fit, he had blond hair and blue eyes, he didn’t smoke or drink, and most importantly, he came from a wealthy family. “Every girl’s dream” is what she called him.
As they walked in the room, Kayla immediately stripped and lay on her bed, naked. After seeing her do that for a year, it no longer fazed Jessica. It sort of became the new norm for them. Jessica walked into the bathroom and changed into her pajamas, and then lay on her bed and quietly told Kayla, “I think I met someone too.”
“How? No old men were at the party,” Kayla joked, now turning toward Jessica.
“His name is Justin Thomas,” Jessica answered. “He’s not my type, but I find him very intriguing,” Jessica began; “I adored his build and finesse, but I’m not too fond of his age. I see myself with an older guy who is already successful in his career choice, family oriented, and who knows what it takes to be the head of his household.”
“I know him. His father is that attorney you see on the television. Justin is very well known on campus. All the girls want him, and he has only dated one or two here. He would be a very good choice, Little Sister,” Kayla advised her. “Plus, I heard that he has a very big egg roll. He will make you holla for a dolla,” Kayla joked.
They both lay in their beds, thinking about the good fortune of going to the date party. Jessica learned a lot about Justin from Kayla; she knew one of the girls that dated him. Kayla said Justin dumped her when it got back to him that she was using him for popularity and money. She also told Jessica that he was supposed to be living in a high-rise condo that sat along the Ohio River with spectacular views. Kayla said that he was very private and kept to himself, but he loved spending money like it grew on a tree.
Jessica and Kayla both were awakened by someone beating on their door. And then they heard, “Tell Jessica she has a phone call.”
Jessica slowly rolled out of her bed and slowly walked two doors down the hallway to the phone. As she passed the girl who answered it, Jessica looked at her and asked in a scratchy voice, “You couldn’t take a message for me?”
“Nope, I’m not your secretary. Tell your man friend to call at a later time,” the preppy young girl snapped, walking back to her room and shutting the door behind her.
“This is Jessica,” she announced.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought you would be up by now. It’s eight o’clock.”
“Justin?” Jessica asked, now fully awake for the phone call.
“Yep, I called to ask you to have lunch with me today.”
“Sure, but it would have to be a late lunch. I don’t get out of class until two-thirty,” Jessica informed him, fixing her hair as if he was standing beside her.
“No problem. Can I pick you up at the dorm or would you like to meet me someplace?” Justin asked.
“You can pick me up here, if you like. I don’t mind,” Jessica replied hastily.
“Then it’s a date. I will be there around five or five-thirty,” Justin said before hanging up the phone.
Jessica walked back to her room, slowly. She knew by this time Kayla would be up and wondering who was on the phone. As she opened the door to their room, Kayla popped up like a Jack-in-the-box. Her slanted brown eyes were opened as wide as she could get them, and Jessica had all of her attention.
“Who was on the phone?” a curious Kayla questioned.
Jessica sat at the desk and fumbled with some papers. She pretended that she did not hear Kayla.
“Who was on the phone?” Kayla repeated in an irritated voice.
“Nobody,” Jessica teased. “Just Justin calling to ask me out on a date today,” Jessica answered, looking at Kayla with her bedroom eyes.
“No way!” Kayla yelled.
“Yes way.” Jessica laughed. “But education first,” Jessica said, getting up from the desk and going to the shower.
“I am so jealous,” Kayla admitted, falling backward in her bed.
Both Kayla and Jessica had Mr. Washington’s pharmacology class, so they usually walked there together and sat beside each other. But on this particular day, Kayla skipped class to spend time with Chase. Jessica wasn’t too worried about Kayla failing a test, because her mind was like a camera. Kayla would look at her assignments, read the material once, and then the day of the test, she would pass with flying colors.
Jessica walked into her class and took her normal seat towards the back. She pulled out her book and material and read over the list of medications before class began. Jessica made it a priority of hers to always arrive to each of her classes at least forty-five minutes early.
“Ms. Milner, early as usual,” Mr. Washington stated as he walked through the door carrying his briefcase. “Where is your better half?” he questioned, walking to the back of the classroom.
“Would you believe me if I said she was out with the flu?” Jessica joked, looking at Mr. Washington’s inviting brown eyes.
He smiled at Jessica and politely said, “No.” Once he arrived at her desk, he stood slightly behind her and leaned over her shoulder and asked, “Are you having any problems with the medication list?”
Jessica became aroused by the smell of the Irish Spring soap on his body. Although he was not touching her, she could feel his breath as it tickled her neck. “No,” she whispered, trying not to turn and look at him. Jessica didn’t feel uneasy. She felt desirable.
Mr. Washington reached around her arm, barely touching it, and turned the page. “What about these medications?” he whispered back to Jessica, now looking at her.
Feeling him slightly touching her arm sent massive chills through her body. “Maybe,” she replied, now turning to him. Jessica looked Mr. Washington in his eyes and felt that they were knowingly pulling her in, and his body language was delightfully enticing, as she took the time to look him over.
Mr. Washington picked up a pen that was laying on her papers and wrote some numbers without breaking eye contact. “Use this for tutoring services,” he told her in a very encouraging low voice. “But keep this to yourself,” he warned.
“Of course,” Jessica agreed, with her heart beating fast as if she had just run a race. “Our secret,” she whispered, arching her back to make Denver notice her perfectly perky breasts and crossing her legs seductively.
Mr. Washington glanced at the clock on the wall and knew his students would be entering the class at any moment, so he stood up slowly and walked back to the front of the class. Jessica watched attentively as he strolled back to the head of the class with one hand tucked in his pocket. She watched him as he wrote on the black board, taking the time to personalize each stroke.
Jessica had naughty thoughts racing around her mind like a Kentucky Derby race. She felt that he had just invited her to play on his playground.
During class, they both tossed cordial eye shots at each other but nothing so serious that any of the other students would catch on.
Leaving class, Jessica turned and looked at Mr. Washington to notice that he was watching her as she walked. She couldn’t explain what had just happened between them in her class, but whatever it was made Jessica extremely attracted to Mr. Washington.
Jessica walked back to her dorm and hurried to the shower. Kayla laid an outfit on her bed for Jessica’s first date with Justin. She had placed a pair of black stonewashed skinny jeans, with a sweater that hugged her waist, and a pair of knee high boots. Kayla often did those types of things for Jessica because she knew that Jessica had no real sense of fashion.
When Justin arrived to pick her up, silence fell over the dorm. Justin was obviously attracted to Jessica’s welcoming demeanor and the other girls in the dorm seemed extremely jealous that Justin was there to take Jessica out.
Jessica was overwhelmed with all the attention, regardless if it was negative or positive. She walked gracefully down the hallway with Justin.
“You look stunning,” he complimented her.
“Thank you,” she responded with a mesmerizing smile.
“Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t know. Surprise me.”
Justin took Jessica to the waterfront where they could walk along the Ohio River and talk.
“Tell me a little about yourself,” Justin requested, pulling Jessica close to him.
“There’s not much to know,” Jessica responded. “I love sunsets and stargazer lilies; it was always a favorite pastime to visit the botanical garden with my mother. I don’t really care for sports, but I do watch them once in a while. For some reason, my mother loved the Cleveland Browns, so I tend to follow them. My favorite colors are burnt orange and ivory. I’m the only child, and mother died early in my life,” she explained walking slowly down the path.
“How did your mother die?” he asked, tracing the contour of her waist with his pointing finger.
“I don’t really know all the details because I was so young. But from what I can remember, her boyfriend Mr. Charlie, was living the fast life. Making that quick and easy money. He made some type of shady business deal that my mother didn’t want any part of, so she was going to leave him. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the opportunity to get away in time. Your turn.” She said the last part in a low and depressed voice, laying her head on his shoulder as they continued walking.
“I love the water, so I have a condo on the top floor with a view. I enjoy spending time with my family. I love sports but don’t get the chance to watch them often. I’m quiet; I like to observe my surroundings. I love my privacy; so therefore I keep to myself. And I am completely compelled by your beauty,” Justin replied.
Jessica smiled and crossed her arms as they continued to walk. There was a moment of silence before Jessica asked, “Do you believe in love at first sight or infatuation at first glance?”
Justin grinned and grabbed Jessica by her arm turning her toward him and said, “Both.” Then he pulled her close to him and kissed her gently on her lips. When he pulled back he said, “I have a fireplace at the condo. Would you like to go sit in front of it and look at the views?” he asked, stirring into Jessica’s radiant green eyes.
“Sounds like fun,” Jessica replied.
Justin took Jessica to his place, but she was not prepared for the eye-catching views Kayla had told her about. His condo was located on the top floor of the complex, and the windows overlooking the Ohio River spanned from the floor to the ceiling. The floor was a dark wood decorated with big throw rugs. The furniture was white with black pillows. The walls were covered with beautiful paintings, although Jessica did not know the artists.
“Would you like something to drink? I have sodas or some wine if you prefer,” Justin offered.
“A soda would be fine,” Jessica accepted, walking over to the windows to see the fountain that sat in the middle of the Ohio River.
“It’s fascinating. Sometimes I sit on the balcony for hours just watching the color show,” Justin said, opening the sliding door to take Jessica outside.
“I can’t. I’m afraid of heights,” Jessica cried, pulling away.
“Don’t be scared; I’m going to be right there beside you,” Justin assured Jessica. Although her mind told her no, her heart followed him out the door. “What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know. I usually don’t do crazy,” Jessica giggled.
“I have never had sex on this balcony, Jessica, but I want to, with you,” Justin explained, looking at Jessica while he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Are you for real?” Jessica asked. “We don’t know each other, and I’m afraid of heights.”
Justin heard Jessica talking, but he proceeded to pull her sweater over her head. When he began to unbutton her pants, Jessica stopped him and told Justin to sit on the patio couch. “If we are going to do this, it’s going to be on my terms,” she demanded.
Jessica looked at the sun as it began to set quietly over the Ohio River. To her, this made sex on the balcony more pleasing, more meaningful, and a little more erotic. She slowly slid out of one boot and then the other, tossing them both to the side. Jessica turned around facing the highway and pulled her pants down rocking her hips side to side. She bent over slightly, allowing Justin a magnificent view of her butt in the setting sunlight, illuminating her Baby-soft vanilla skin. As Jessica turned to face a gorgeous Justin who was smiling at her and licking his lips, she wondered if he could see that her nipples were erect through her black lace bra due to the cold winds that invaded the top floor balcony.
As she approached Justin, she slowly sat on his lap, facing him, taking the time to admire his beautiful hazel eyes. Jessica began by kissing him on the lips, then down his neck, where she could smell the faint scent of his Cool Waters cologne. She began to grind on Justin’s now bulging crotch. She was moving her body in a slow rhythm to the song playing in her head, The Art of Noise. “Pull it out,” she whispered, as she nibbled on his ear. Justin reached down between her legs and exposed his rock hard dick that was throbbing and seeking freedom from the confinement of his jogging pants. “Wow,” Jessica gasped. “Where were you hiding all that?” she asked, pulling her panties to the side and allowing him to insert himself inside her wetness. “UHMMM.” She moaned as Justin pushed further inside of her. Jessica began to grind on him slowly, while he took the time to lick her erect nipples and caress her breast with her bra still on. Every time Jessica moved her hips forward, she made a circular rotation movement. Each time she moved her hips back, she bounced just a little to make him sigh. Slow and consistent, she thought to herself. It feels so much better when it’s slow and consistent.
“Can I sit you on the balcony and pleasure you as the cars ride past on the highway?” Justin whispered in her ear.
“Do you think they can see us?” Jessica answered.
“I don’t know and don’t care,” Justin responded, picking Jessica up and carrying her over to the balcony with him still inside of her.
Jessica’s heart began to beat faster when she looked behind her and realized that she was twenty-two floors off the ground and sitting on the edge of the cold stone wall. For some reason, it didn’t scare Jessica but excited her. She leaned her head back, allowing the wind to blow through her ravishing red hair, closed her eyes, and allowed Justin to suck and lick her neck as he penetrated her.
From time to time, Jessica would look at Justin and would notice how her body had his undivided attention. She watched eagerly as Justin pulled himself out enough to where only the tip of him was inside of her and then slowly pushed back in while pulling her to him. The tenderness of his touch and the rhythm of his movement sent shivers throughout her body. Jessica had one arm wrapped around Justin’s neck and took her other hand to play with her clit, adding a little more sensation to an already emotional moment. As they became caught up in the mood, Jessica lost control when Justin whispered, “I’m going to count to five as I inch myself out and then to ten as I go back in. I want us to orgasm at the same time.” Justin began, “One, two, three, four, five…” Jessica held her breath, tingling from the exotic thought of her getting ready to achieve ecstasy. “…six, seven, eight, nine…” Before Justin had the opportunity to say ten, Jessica exploded while exhaling a low pitched moan and laying her head in the crease of Justin’s neck. This apparently excited Justin causing him to swell inside her as his juices erupted as well.
Although weakened, Justin helped Jessica down off the balcony and they both relaxed on the patio couch. She snuggled up against him with her panties and bra still on, taking her finger to playfully trace up and down the half sleeve tattoo that went from his chest to his elbow.
“Did you bring me up here to have sex with me?” Jessica asked.
“No, but something about you bewitched me,” Justin explained, holding her in his arms. “It’s getting a little cold out here. How about we go sit in front of that fire now?”
Justin picked up Jessica’s clothing off the balcony, took her by her hand and escorted her into the condo. He sat her on the couch and placed a blanket over her body before he lit a fire in the fireplace. He then walked over to the couch and snuggled himself in behind her. Justin wrapped his arm around Jessica’s small waist and together, within a few minutes, they both fell asleep.
When Jessica woke up, she noticed that Justin had left her on the couch alone. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. She thought that maybe he had left her and gone to his bedroom, so she started to walk around his home. Jessica walked down a rather large hallway and opened the first door on her right. It was a beautifully decorated bathroom. She pulled the door closed and went to the second door on the right. When she opened it, she found that it was a bedroom with a gorgeous black sleigh bed and a pretty white embroidered comforter on it.
The last room at the end of the hallway was on the left side. When Jessica opened the door she was blown away by the elegance of the master suite. It was also furnished with a black sleigh bed, with an exquisite comforter and huge black pillows with white flowers. Located at the foot of the bed was a bench and in front of that was a huge black slate fireplace. In some ways the room looked sterile but in another view it was very inviting. Jessica could not help but to walk into this room to see what was behind the wall of curtains. To her surprise, she found sliding doors that seemed like they all opened out to the balcony.
“Sometimes I open them at night and let the air in,” Justin said from behind her.
“I didn’t mean to be nosy. I was looking for you,” Jessica explained.
“Not a problem. I don’t have anything to hide. No women’s clothing in my closet,” Justin joked with Jessica. “I have to admit though, I could get used to you walking around in your bra and panties.”
Jessica laughed and followed Justin back to the living room where they sat in front of the fireplace and talked.
“I have never slept with a man on the first date,” Jessica said, a little embarrassed that she let it happen.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t either. I usually ask him to buy me a drink first,” Justin joked, making Jessica laugh.
Jessica felt secure being there with Justin. She felt wanted and happy. If this was only to last a day or two, that was okay, because for that day, Justin made Jessica feel alive. Jessica spent the weekend with Justin. While she was there, he catered to her every need, want, and desire.
Over the next couple of months, Jessica and Justin spent a lot of time together. Justin loved taking Jessica to places like the museum, the movies, local bar and grills, and nightclubs. Justin was proud to show the world the woman that he had on his arm. Everybody on the campus knew about this love affair and talked about how Justin watched Jessica’s every movement when they were out somewhere together. He didn’t watch her like a stalker, but like a teenager in love. His face lit up whenever she was around. And Jessica was falling hard and fast for Justin as well.
“You’re always with Justin. Spend some time with me,” Kayla whined, since they rarely saw each other.
“And you’re with Chase,” Jessica reminded Kayla. “We have been neglecting each other.”
“So, is that a yes?” Kayla asked, excitedly.
“Yes,” Jessica answered, making her way to the closet to grab an outfit to put on.
“You have no style. Justin has bought you all these clothes, and you still have no style,” Kayla stated, while pulling out a black skirt and white blouse for Jessica to wear. “You should wear this and use the flat iron to straighten your hair. It would look classier that way with this outfit.”
Upon arriving at the club, all eyes were on Jessica and Kayla. They were pushed to the front of the line as if they were superstars there on a visit. Other women who had been waiting a while gazed at them with envy.
Kayla was more of a free spirit, and meeting new people was her specialty. Jessica didn’t care much for crowds or drinking, so she found seats to hold for them. Of course, this didn’t stop the endless flirting from the multitude of disparate men, but Jessica was polite when letting them down. She was falling hard for Justin, and she knew that he had already fallen for her.
As she sat at the table sipping on her Pepsi, she heard a familiar voice. “You still haven’t used that number for tutoring.”
“Mr. Washington?” she asked, surprised that he would be in a place like that. “What are you doing in here?”
Ignoring Jessica’s question, Mr. Washington asked her to meet him at the back of the club.
Jessica fought with herself about going, but her curiosity won over her intellect. She knew that Kayla wouldn’t miss her because when she was on the dance floor, she didn’t leave it till the party was over.
The back of the club was dark and quiet. Jessica felt the hair on the back of her neck rise; it was like walking into a horror movie. If it hadn’t been for his orders, she would have quit and run. As it was, she crept forward until, with incredible relief, she spotted a well-lit door at the end of the passage.
She straightened her skirt, checked her blouse and then, heart beating rapidly with mingled fear and anticipation, she knocked hesitantly.
“Enter!”
Mr. Washington was sitting at a desk. The black suit was Armani, the Prussian blue shirt made from the softest Egyptian cotton and the silk tie matched his heavenly brown eyes.
Jessica stood waiting quietly as he finished writing his letter. Her heart was beating wildly, the breath catching in her throat. She was so wet; she was convinced her panties were sopping.
Mr. Washington finished writing, put down his pen, and finally looked at her. To her relief, he nodded. He was pleased. “Lock the door and come over here,” he demanded.
She obeyed and then found herself standing in front of him. He smelled of expensive aftershave, a deep perfumed musk that went straight to her pussy.
“Whose office is this, Mr. Washington?” She’d tried for cool and sophisticated but her voice was a nervous squeak.
“No talking without permission!” he snapped. “Take off your panties and sit that round ass on this desk.”
He was taking control, and she was loving it. She lifted her black pencil skirt up high, turned, bent over and slid the black silk panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she sat on the desk spreading her legs, exposing her soft silky red hair.
“Tonight it’s Daddy.” He was standing so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body.
“Yes, Daddy,” Jessica replied meekly.
“You’re a dirty little whore.”
She had her cue. “I want it, Daddy.”
“Rough and hard?”
The breath caught in her throat and for a moment she couldn’t breathe. Part of her wanted to run; the rest was about to melt on the spot. “Rough and hard,” she repeated obediently.
He took off his tie. “Hands behind your back.” A few deft twists had her wrists tied in the small of her back.
She was helpless, and she was loving it.
“Dirty little whore.” He grabbed a fist of hair, pulling her head back. “Slut.” Then his mouth captured hers fiercely. His tongue invaded her, exploring mercilessly, taking possession. Jessica could hear herself moan. Her clit was throbbing, her nipples tight. She spread her legs wider, hoping he’d strip and take her. When he broke away and sat down, she whimpered with disappointment.
He sat in the chair, positioning himself in front of her creaming pussy. Teasingly, he ran his thumb over her clit. When she shivered, he chuckled and did it again.
Jessica was conscious of the hard desk under her ass, her wide open legs and her hands bound behind her. She was his; completely at the mercy of his delicious torture.
The thumb was circling now, triggering a sea of delicious shivers. She was trying to stay upright, to buck against that hard digit. Frustrated, she began whimpering with want.
“Nasty little slut,” he whispered. “Want it?”
“Yes, please, Daddy!”
He slowly leaned forward, inserting his index finger into her pussy while continuing to caress her clit. The sensation was so exquisite that Jessica began to shake. Those brown eyes were looking into hers as he finger-fucked her. Rocked by emotion, she could feel her entire body tense and center on that deft hand.
“Daddy, please let me feel you!” she begged.
Instantly, he stopped. “I told you, no speaking without permission.”
He stood up, looking down on her meditatively. Her hair was wild, her lips wet with desire. The black skirt was rolled around her hips, the little white blouse still covering those glorious breasts.
He opened the top two buttons, exposing the delicious lacy little bra she’d worn. Pulling it down, he drank in the sight of the smooth, creamy flesh with its tightly budded honey-colored nipples.
She was his, and she was a dirty little slut. “Up and bend over the desk,” he ordered her.
She stood there, hands in the small of her back, long legs encased in silk stockings spread wide. Her ass was high and rounded. When he stepped back, he could see her pussy creaming for him. The sight was enough to turn him solid.
When he ran a hand over the sweetly curved cheeks, she whimpered and rocked her hips.
“Silence,” he ordered her. “Not a word.”
She stilled and tensed, knowing punishment was on its way and desperate to please him.
He counted to ten, feeling her wordless tension come to a screaming pitch. Then he raised his hand, and brought it down sharply on her soft smooth skin. The sound was like a gunshot.
“One,” he said.
Jessica’s body writhed as she gasped with the pain. He thought she might cry but then her head dipped; his little slut was biting her lip, stifling her cries.
He lifted his hand again, bringing it down on the other cheek. “Two.”
Her vanilla skin was now decorated with the red imprint of his hand. The sight of it sent pleasure rocketing through him. His cock was now so hard, he thought he’d explode.
He controlled himself, rubbing the burning flesh until she got her breath back. Then he raised his hand, and spanked her again.
“Three. Four. Five. Six.”
The blows rained down, evoking agony that swiftly turned to ecstasy. Jessica felt her ass warming, each whack sending her closer to the edge.
At “Ten” she was gasping uncontrollably, so close to cumming that she could feel her body begin to burn.
There was a sound of whispering cotton. He was undressing. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but bit her tongue. She didn’t want to risk more punishment.
He was rubbing his cock against her burning ass and around the rim of her asshole. At the touch, her pussy began to throb. For a moment she thought he would ream her, but then he took hold of her hips and placed his rampant erection against her pussy.
“We’ll save the butt-fucking for another time.”
She thought he would ask her to speak or beg but instead, he held her up slightly and then, with one fierce thrust, pierced her.
Giving her no time to adjust, he rode her hard, sinking deep inside her with each powerful thrust. Her body peaked with delight, her senses swamped with passion. She could hear herself scream as he pulled out, paused and then rammed back into her.
He was yelling, “Take this dick, you dirty little bitch!”
“Yes!” Jessica cried. “More!”
A hand came slapping down on her butt. She squealed and tried to stand on tiptoe, spreading herself wide, welcoming the invasion.
Her breath now rushed out of her in wailing moans. For every sound, he thrust harder; whenever she quivered and raised her head begging for more, he slapped her ass again.
Slap, thrust. Slap, thrust. Her body burned and rocked, the rhythmic pounding driving her to the edge of orgasm. Dimly, she realized that she was now completely his, a slave to his driving need.
At the thought, she clenched and came with soul-shattering intensity. Her body rocked with screaming wails of release, she could feel him shudder and groan as he poured himself onto her butt.
Mr. Washington fell on top of Jessica; he was powerless, and she was completely satisfied. He lifted himself off of Jessica, untied her arms, and stumbled to the bathroom to grab her a couple of paper towels.
“Next time we meet, if things become too rough, just say, deceitfully yours.” Denver explained. “Oh, you can’t have your panties back either. I’m keeping them,” Denver advised her.
“What if your wife finds them?” Jessica asked, reaching for them.
“She won’t. Trust me. Now, I need you to go out the door first and back to your table. I’m going to slip out the back. I will see you soon,” he advised.
As Jessica walked out the door, she looked back to get one last glance at Mr. Washington, but he had disappeared. She pulled her skirt back down, re-buttoned her shirt and walked shamefully back to her table where she had been sitting earlier.
As the night fell into the morning, Jessica reminisced about her encounter with Mr. Washington. Jessica liked being rough handled during sex as it helped her to climax faster. She enjoyed his shaft violently grinding and penetrating her pussy. Also, he was older and already a professional in his field, which further boosted his profile in Jessica’s mind. But Justin’s large tool compensated for his gentlemanlike disposition to sex, and she certainly loved him more for that. Jessica thought, if only she could combine the styles, she would have the perfect man.
When Kayla arrived back at the table, she was not exhausted, but drunk. Jessica could tell by the words that she chopped up, the alcohol smell that emanated from her mouth, and her walking posture. She looked at Jessica with glazed eyes and said, “Did you get into a fight?”
“No, why do you ask?” Jessica wanted to know.
“Because your face is all flushed and your hair is all over the place. Don’t worry about it. Just get me back to the dorm so that I can throw up and go to sleep,” Kayla slurred with her eyes nearly closed.
Jessica called them a cab and got Kayla back to their room. Although she didn’t vomit, Kayla passed out fully clothed. Jessica and Kayla were best friends, but they were not close enough for Jessica to help her friend out of her clothes and into some pajamas, if she owned any.
Jessica took a shower and washed her hair, causing it to curl, and then she lay in her bed and thought what a mess she had just made of her life. She was madly in love with Justin but sexually fascinated with Mr. Washington. Justin was young but willing to give her the house, the marriage, and perhaps a child or two; Denver already had a family but offered Jessica the kinkier sex that satisfied her appetite. Jessica thought about everything that happened and wondered if she would do it all again. It didn’t take her long to decide she would.
