As the phones rang outside her office, Charla Fox sat behind her desk texting away on her phone.
She texted, ‘Are we still on for tonight?’
He answered, ‘Yes.’
‘Can you get kinky?’
‘How kinky?’
‘Ben Wa balls.’
Charla waited and waited for his response. He was probably using a search engine to find out what Ben Wa balls are.
Finally, his response. ‘In you, right?’
‘Of course.’
‘I can accommodate that.’
Thomas Keller was a good looking man with strong looking hands and a great smile under his hipster beard. At least that how he looked on his profile picture.
“Ms. Fox?”
Charla looked up to see her summer intern Jason Graham standing at the door. A twenty three year old kid with charming good looks, the senior from Columbia had been her gopher all summer in her investment banking department. He stepped in with a three inch thick manila envelope.
“The contracts from Wassermans are here,” he said, setting the envelope down on her desk.
“Good. Thanks. Have a seat. I want to talk to you,” she said, setting down her phone.
He sat looking a bit anxious and confused. He should. She was wearing her power suit for her breakfast meeting she had this morning with executives in from the firm’s west coast office. And though her jacket hung on the coat rack and her blouse was delicate and lady like, she still had the aura of a boss with her keen deep blue eyes set in an alabaster face framed with lush dark hair. Jason took a seat across from her.
Charla said, “Well, I just wanted you to know that I think you did a good job and I appreciated your efforts.”
He looked relieved. Charla pushed an envelope his way saying, “You’ve earned this letter of recommendation.”
“Thank you,” he said, taking it and pocketing the letter in his jacket’s breast pocket. “I was going to ask but I didn’t want to push it.”
“Can I take you out for lunch? Show you my appreciation for all of your coffee runs.”
“Uh, yeah sure. Thanks.”
The two walked to a noisy steak house where she and Jason got a booth in a dark corner where the ordered lunch and drinks. The two never returned to the office, drinking the afternoon away, as she shared her tips on how to succeed in cut throat corporate America. When Charla saw the orange light of a sunset glaring through the one shaded window, she realized how late it was. The crowd was becoming more raucous and women in tight dresses were now mixing with the men at the bar. Her buzzing phone skittered over the table. She picked it up, tapping the screen to read the message.
From: Thomas Keller ‘Sorry. Can’t make it.’
Translation: ‘Sorry, I found a hotter woman.’
“Shit,” she said, slamming down her phone.
“What?” he asked.
“That was my date for tonight. He can’t make it. I’m about to lose a bet.”
His brows furrowed in confusion. She sipped her drink and thought what the hell, tell the guy. The shock value alone will be worth it.
“My girlfriends and I give each other sex toys, you know to spice up our sex lives, and we take pictures of using them as proof that they were used. If you don’t, you have to buy the girls a gift. We meet tomorrow. I need to prove that I used my gift.”
“And what did you get, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Charla looked both ways before pulling the box from her bag and handing it to him. She had planned to go straight to her date after work and had brought them along. Jason opened the box and looked at the heavy silver balls.
“What are these?” he asked.
“They’re Ben Wa balls. They’re used to tighten and stimulate your pussy.”
He quickly closed the box and handed it back to her. His eyes lingered on hers before looking down in submission. He grabbed his beer.
He asked, “So you just going to shove them in?”
“My date was going to do that and take the picture.”
“So, you need help?”
She looked at him and laughed. He looked dejected and she stopped laughing to reach out and touch his hand.
“You’re my intern. There’s this thing called ethics.”
“As of four p.m., I’m no longer your intern.”
The executrix and her former intern took a ride share to the lower east side where they walked up a flight of stairs to her apartment. He looked around her airy modern apartment three times larger than his with teak wood floors, plush rugs, well placed artwork and streamline furniture.
“Drink?” she asked.
“Sure. I’ll have what you’re having,” he said, sitting on a butter yellow leather couch.
She stepped into her kitchen and sliced some lime before throwing ice into two tumblers, splashing vodka over them and garnishing the drinks with lime wedges. She handed him his drink and sat beside him, drunkenly kicking off her shoes.
He said, “Nice place.”
“Thanks,” she said, gazing at him with a silly grin on her face as she played with her hair.
“I’ve got to be honest with you. You made my day when you walked by my desk. The way your ass flexes under those tight skirts, it made me chub every time. I mean I’m not sick, and I was taught to respect women, but you,” he said, biting his lip. “You, with that dark hair and those blue eyes and that body. I just wanted to get up in that.”
“You watched me walk by?”
“Every day.”
She giggled before kissing him again and again until they were making out like horny teens in the backseat of a car. His arms pulled her against him until her boobs smashed against his body. Panting, she pushed him away and he opened his eyes to see her flushed face.
“The balls,” she said. “I need to get a picture.”
He sat up as she reached for her purse and pulled out the box and her phone. She set the phone on the coffee table before removing one ball from the box which she raised between the both of them. He kissed it with his bow shaped lips which brushed her fingertips. She handed him a ball before standing to her feet to unzip and shimmy out of her pants. She stepped out of her panties and stripped off her top as well, to stand in front of him dressed only in a black scalloped lace bra. He couldn’t take his off the neat strip of sable fuzz on his boss lady’s pussy inches from his nose. The steel ball was warming in his hand as she leaned over to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. She kissed his waiting lips, straddling his lap to sit her naked bottom on his thighs. She took his face in his hands and kissed his lips before drunkenly falling over onto the couch. She giggled, flexing her pedicured toes, lazily gazing at him as she watched her handsome young assistant get up.
“You want to take pictures, Ms. Fox?” he said, getting up to aim the lamp light her way. “Let’s make a movie.”
Jason picked up her camera, aimed it at the couch, and propped it up against a candle before pressing on the video recording button. He plucked the second ball from its box as Charla became comfortable spreading her legs a little to accommodate him.
The camera recorded as he bent to lick her clit. Her fingers roamed in his soft hair as she pressed his head into her moist private warmth. He looked up into the camera before kissing the silver ball, then backed up to insert it inside her wet fold. Charla moaned with pleasure. Her head sank into plush pillows as she processed the feeling of heavy cold steel inside her. Jason backed away to make sure the camera caught it all. He stared at his former boss writhing and hissing like a cat in heat, knees up, cunt out, her swollen pink nub peeking out from between her controlled fuzziness. The sight made him very hard in his pants which he’d take off only if invited. He still thought of her as the boss lady but he couldn’t take it anymore. He dove down between her legs to suck on what teased him the most.
“Oh, Mr. Graham,” she said, enjoying the weight of the ball inside her as his tongue tripped and slopped over her clit.
She contracted and relaxed her Kegel muscles over and over, feeling the steel ball against her soft accommodating insides as Jason planted his palm on her inner thigh to spread her legs and lick a little deeper inside her. He took the second ball and popped it into her pink moistness. She arched her back against the couch as he nuzzled the secret flesh he was privileged to kiss. Charla panted out, “Okay, turn off the camera.” Jason reached over for the phone, fumbling with it until the screen went black.
He asked, “You want me to take them out?”
“What’s the rush?”
He returned to his obsession, burying his head between her legs once more. Charla clutched her knees around his shoulders as she sighed in absolute heaven at the tongue bath he was giving. It went on all night.
Charla awoke in her bed to the grey morning light with Jason beside her. She nearly panicked when her arm hit his back curled up beside her. With an overwhelming sensation to pee, she got up, wrapped a robe around her and walked into the bathroom. She peed as she held the Ben Wa balls still in her. She wiped and rose a little, steadying herself into a squat to take out the balls. She was just about to insert a finger to fish them out when she thought about it. Maybe her pussy does need a little tightening. After all, the ex-husband was a stud with a solid nine inches of girthy length. Four years of his kind of pounding would make any girl wonder if her pussy will snap back into shape. Hmmmm. Maybe she’ll wear them a little longer.
>Abridged Chapter 6 from [The Midnight Riding Club](https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Riding-Club-Julian-Delacourt-ebook/dp/B01JGRXC1Q/). **FREE** on Kindle Unlimited!
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