Author: hooman4

She missed her turn to her hotel.

*Great,* she thought. She kept going until she could get off and turn around. Going around the tight curve she saw a state trooper. She was going slow enough that she could see he was very cute and without thinking she gassed it. Sure enough, he followed and put his lights on. She smiled and carefully pulled over on the busy highway and waited for him to get to her window.

“License and registration,” he said. She handed them over. “Violet. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Sure do,” she said.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Because I wanted you to,” Violet replied as she looked at him with a smirk. The officer gave a small chuckle.

“You wanted me to,” he said. Violet tried to suppress her smile.

“How else was I supposed to get your number?” Violet asked, without missing a beat. The officer’s cheeks pinked slightly and he put his hands on his hips.

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” he said.

“What time do you get done with work?” Violet asked. The officer now realized she was serious. Read more »

The next morning Kylie washed her face and applied her makeup to hide her puffiness. She got dressed and waited in the hall of Anthony. She didn’t look at him when he came out of his room and she didn’t speak to him at all.

All day she took her notes and listened to the meetings. She occupied herself on her phone so she didn’t have to converse with Anthony or any one really and by 3PM they were in their rooms getting ready.

Kylie regretted that the only dresses she brought with were ones that were sexy enough to get Anthony’s attention. Silly her for thinking maybe he’d change his mind. She was ready by the time Anthony knocked on the door. She still didn’t talk to him that night besides work related things and sat at the bar playing on her phone while he mingled.

“Seems you didn’t learn your lesson,” came a familiar voice.

“Apparently neither did you,” Kylie said, not looking up. “Again, a woman’s attire is not consent. If you think otherwise, I will break more than your nose this time.” Read more »

Kylie looked into Anthony’s eyes and saw how worried he was.

“Just this once and I won’t ask again,” Kylie said.

*It’s not that I don’t want you to ask, just not here* he thought. Anthony kissed her, pressing her against the door and his hands sliding up her legs. He slipped his finger along her slit.

“God you’re so wet,” he breathed.

Kylie had unzipped his pants and snuck her hand inside his pants to grip his cock. Anthony moaned when she did.

“Mmm, so hard,” Kylie said, silkily.

She carefully pulled him through the fly of his pants and knelt before him. She looked up into his eyes and gave his cock a little lick.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Kylie slowly slid her lips down his shaft, her hand holding at the base. Anthony grabbed her hair to hold it back so he could watch her suck his cock.

“Oh my God,” he moaned.

This was the hottest thing he had ever done. He loved that he was in his suit and she was in her professional attire sucking him off. He watched her hand slip between her legs and she hummed as she touched herself. Anthony let his head fall back as he enjoyed the sensations. Read more »

He offered his arm to her and they went to dinner which was a bit more relaxed this time.

Kylie’s mind was confused. Was he really telling the truth about not fucking his other assistants? And why would he make an exception for her?

Like the night before, Anthony pulled Kylie’s chair out for her and sat next to her. She listened to him converse with those around them. After dinner they socialized like the night before while soft jazz played. Kylie diligently followed Anthony but had considerably less women to fend off which was good since she wasn’t much in the mood.

Since she didn’t have to keep the women away, Kylie made her way to the bar. She watched Anthony as he mingled and flirted. She rolled her eyes as she watched chatting up a skinny brunette.

“Just his type I’m sure,” she said to herself. She scoffed as she saw him take the woman out on the dance floor. She finished off her drink and the bartender poured another.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on a woman,” came a deep voice as it sat next to her. The bartender filled his glass. Read more »

Anthony gave her his arm as they walked to the ballroom. She couldn’t help the butterflies she had and she didn’t know if it was the super formal event they were going to or the fact that her boss was so goddamn sexy.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A bit, why?” Kylie asked.

“You have a serious grip,” Anthony said. Kylie immediately loosened and went to let go, but Anthony put his hand on hers to keep her there. “It’s fine.”

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing again?” she asked.

“Listening and observing,” he said. “Also, keeping the other arm candy at bay so I can do my networking.”

Kylie thought for a minute.

“So, I’m the arm candy,” she said, eyebrows raised.

“In some ways, yes,” Anthony said, and he pulled out her chair for her. “You underestimate how much they prowl at events like this and I have work to do.”

“So how do you introduce me?” Kylie asked. Anthony smirked.

“I don’t,” he said. “The gentlemen know I’m married.”

Kylie looked around.

“That’s disgusting,” she said and she turned to look at him. He was watching her with a lustful eye. “Is this even…legal?” Read more »