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  "Certainly." He said to the stranger. "Jess, I will be back momentarily." The door closed behind him.

  As I sat wondering if I had enough money in my bank account to pay the rent, a couple of minutes passed before hearing the door open. Harris stood there briefly with a puzzled look on his face.

  "Looks like you have a guardian angel, Jess. This man may have just saved your job. He wants to speak with you privately. Are you ok with that?" Harris said as he moved aside to let the man through.

  It took me a second to register what was happening and then everything around me blurred except the image that stood before me. It was him! Wait. It was him? Why?

  "Uh...yeah, I guess..." was all that fell out of my mouth. Dammit Jess, can't think of anything intelligent to say?

  The room seemed to shrink as I stood up and looked into those crystal blue eyes before lowering mine to the floor. Most men couldn't make me look away. I was way to confident. I may not be perfect, but I knew enough to know my own value even if these rich folks didn't. But this was different. I felt humbled if this man did indeed save my ass.

  "Th...thank you." I mumbled, trying to get my mouth to move intelligently.

  "I didn't do it for you."

  The words took me back. If he didn't do it for me, then why did he do it?

  The confused expression I gave him nudged him to explain.

  "There's something I want from you. If you say yes, then you keep your job. If you say no, then you can go back to being fired."

  His matter-of-fact cold words slid like satin on velvet off of his tongue. But I still didn't understand what he was getting at.

  "Yes...to what?"

  He moved into my personal space and brought his face only inches from mine. As my eyes met his the world around me went silent once again feeling as though he could look into my soul.

  "I have a proposition for you. I am in town for the week. I have several things that I need an escort for and I would like you to be that escort. Your manager said it would probably be a good idea for you to take a little time off anyway until this blows over."

  I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath until I inhaled deeply. Me? He wants ME to escort him?

  "I don't understand. Surely you have lots of friends who could hook you up with someone that is much more...suitable. Why me?"

  His gentle laughter filled the room as he pushed himself towards me, backing me into the chair where I lost my balance and plopped into a seated position. The cocoon that the chair gave me suddenly felt more like a case as he reached his arms out to both arms of the chair, leaning down bringing his face to within inches of mine. His scent was intoxicating and it was if he could say anything at the moment and I would follow him blindly.

  "Besides, I know you did that on purpose. And I could expose your secret. You owe me."

  I gasped and pretended not to know what he meant, looking away. But he and I both knew the truth.

  "Don't play games with me naughty girl." he growled, bringing his hand up to my chin and forcing me to look at him again. "You have a wild streak that needs to be tamed. And I think I am just the man to tame it." he smiled.

  "What do you mean?" I asked innocently, as if I didn't have a clue as to what he is talking about.

  He pushed himself upright and leaned back against the wall, folding his arms and just observing me...staring at me as if he was sizing me up. The butterflies in my stomach continued their torture as I struggled to maintain some sense of composure. But he was winning. How can he know this about me?

  "Stand up." He said gruffly.

  I scrunched my face at him. "Why?"

  "Do as you are told!" The roughness in his voice combined with the loss of the smile gave me no other options that to do as he commanded. I found myself compelled to stand.

  As I stood up and he walked over towards me. Electricity shot through my body as he grabbed my arm positioning me around the side of the big arm of the chair. The heat of his palm placed gently on the center of my back pressured my body forward, forcing me to bend over the arm of the chair.

  Every fiber in my being told me not to let him do this, but I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted too. I was mesmerized by this stranger.

  My arms naturally went out in front of me, bracing them on the seat cushion. His hand moved down to the small of my back where it stopped. I could feel my body tensing, wanting to raise upright. My common sense told me that I should run out of there and never go back. But my emotions had all the power as my body heated under his touch. My belly started to quiver as the familiar moistness began between my legs. This isn't right. How could I be reacting this way?

  "You have been very naughty, Miss Hunter."

  The warmth of his hand disappeared from my back and I found myself longing for it to return. Realizing my position I began to feel vulnerable as my nipples strained against the taught fabric of my shirt.

  "Naughty girls need to be punished." He growled as he stepped back and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and eyeing my prominently raised backside. "Wouldn't you agree, Miss Hunter?"

  I stammered for something to say. "I...um...guess so?"

  Quickly moving towards me, he squatted down so his eyes were level with mine. Reaching behind my neck, he firmly grasps my hair and pulls my head up to look at him.

  "The correct answer, would be Yes, Sir!"

  I flinched at his calm but firm voice as his steady gaze melted me. I was helpless in controlling my responses to him, as if I was living out fantasies I had when I was masturbating alone with my vibrator.

  "Yes, Sir." I eeked out, trying to maintain my dignity while still in my bent over position.

  "Very good. Now that we have that settled I expect to hear no complaining." He said as he stood back up and walked behind me. As I drew in a shaggy breath, I craned my neck to try to see what he was doing.

  "Face forward." He growled.

  I complied with his command waiting in anticipation for the unknown. Shivers were sent over my body as I felt his hand touch the back of my thigh. Slowly his fingers traced up the inside of my thigh stopping just short of my heated mound, his other hand following suit on my other leg. I felt my breath catch with his painfully light and teasing touch.

  I felt the weight of his body press against me and the stiffness of his member was prominent even between the multiple layers of clothing. He ground into my bent over ass as he grabbed my hips and pulled them up and towards him. There was no doubt he was letting me know he wanted to take me. I let out a moan, caught up in the whole euphoria of it all.

  "I know how much you need this." The low sexy voice penetrated my ears sending me into a tailspin. How did he know? His hand trailed the outside of my thigh, and over my buttocks, finally reaching my moist nub. My mind went blank as my body responded to his touch, my back arching to allow his hand full access to whatever he wanted.

  He skillfully circled around and around, bringing me up to a frenzy as I panted in heat. I was beginning to tremble as a sign of how close I was to releasing the tension he had so easily built up.

  I was shocked back into reality as he quickly pulled away and placed one hard smack on the bottom of my waiting rear.

  "What the...!?" I spewed as my body sprang upright and my hands quickly reached behind me grabbing my own ass, spinning myself around to face him. He took the opportunity to grab my wrists and hold them behind my back as he pulled my chest into his.

  "I didn't give you permission to stand." His tone was coolly disapproving as he sandwiched me between the wall and his hot body. I struggled slightly as he held his grip tight, bringing his other hand up to my breast. A little cry escaped my lips as he gave me a gentle squeeze, making me wince in pleasure and pain and sending little shockwaves through my body directly to my throbbing clit.

  Realizing I have fallen under his spell, I scurried to find my senses. I wiggled my way free of his grip and backed away to the opposite corner of the room.

  "I never said I
would agree to THAT!"

  "Really? So what are you agreeing to then?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm and his hair had been loosely tousled, creating a curl that sat on his forehead like an Elvis photo. "The way I see it, you are in a bit of a bind. If you want to keep your job, then you spend the next week with me, doing what I want, when I want, and HOW I want." He moved closer and closer as he spoke, backing me into the corner. "You will do anything I wish."

  Flustered, I was both excited and frustrated. "That's blackmail!"

  I couldn't deny that I wanted what he was offering, even if it didn't make sense to take the offer so easily. My common sense said run, but all the rest of my senses wanted more of what this man offered. There was something about him that I couldn't place my finger on that made me trust him. Some kind of familiarity that I struggled to connect with.

  With a mischievous look in his eyes, he backed away then turned and opened the door. "Very well. Good luck finding a new job." As he started out the door, my future flashed before my eyes. What the heck was I going to do? I can't afford to lose this job, dammit!

  "Wait!" I called out, just as the door was about to close. He paused, opening the door and leaned into the room with an almost hopeful glint in his eyes.

  I motioned for him to come back into the room.

  "So what again would I have to do?" I uttered uneasily.

  He closed the door behind him, locking it. Slinkily, he moved closer to me, reaching his hands up behind my head and gently grabbing hold of my hair. Without asking my permission he quickly took control. I was putty in his hands as I opened my neck up to him. The heat of his lips grazed my neck as his teeth pinched a small bit, scraping my tender skin.

  My thoughts were betraying me. How could I let this happen? Why do I feel safe trusting him with my livelihood? But he is oh-so-good and I don't want this to stop.

  He brought his lips up to mine as he breathed his response into me.

  "Anything I Wish."

  When his lips hit mine it was if a fire of passion washed over me, taking me to places I had only fantasized about. The man of my dreams actually knew how to kiss, and kiss me well. My knees grew weak as our tongues danced together. His strong arms were wrapped around me helping me to keep my balance as his hands now explored my backside.

  Being kissed by a stranger wasn't something I was familiar with, but could not resist this man who had hold of me. It was almost as if I knew him. I felt one of his hand move around to the front as he took his thumb and gently rubbed between my legs, hunting for my already hard nub.

  I inhaled sharply as he ran across my quivering mound breaking away from his hot mouth trying to find oxygen. His mouth made its way down my chin and onto my neck, nibbling at the soft skin behind my ear. I gasped in delight as his thumb made circles, forcing me to want to spread my legs to give him access.

  I could hear him softly chuckle as he continued his torment through my clothes.

  "I can smell your need." He breathed into my neck, pushing me higher and higher as my belly was fluttering pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. He reaches up and unbuttons and unzips my pants, allowing him to slip his hand easily into the front of my panties. His fingers know exactly where to go as he strums his fingers across my clit. Thank god the wall is holding me upright as I am beginning to convulse as I come to my peak.

  "Come for me." he growls as his lips and tongue seek out my mouth. I can no longer hold back as I pull away from his kiss and let out a moan that allow the waves of pleasure to take me away.

  "Oh my, all this wetness just for me?"

  His voice stirred me out of my orgasmic stupor as he pulls his hands out from my wet panties. Bleary eyed, I watch as he licks his fingers with a smile before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his hands dry.

  He reached into his coat pocket and took out a gold business card case and a pen. Removing one of the cards he wrote something on the back and handed the card to me.

  "Call the number on the front once you get home. Give them your address and be ready to go within the hour. My cell phone is on the back if there are any problems you can reach me there. I will see you this evening."

  "This evening?" I asked.

  "Yes, pack the things you think you will need for the week."

  I straighten myself up and tuck in my shirt, taking the card out of his hand.

  "The week?"

  "Just do as I ask, Jessica." He straightened his own clothes and headed out the door.

  I stood there for a minute, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. My head still spinning from coming combined with the activity of the day had completely drained me.

  I gathered my things and clocked out, briefly checking with Harris before I left. Thank goodness the drive home was short as I seriously needed a nap. Marie was still at work and I knew she wouldn't be back until morning because she was heading up to her boyfriends afterwards so I had the place to myself.

  4

  As I let myself in, I had just enough energy to shower. The hot water washing over my body brought back the feeling of Nathan touching my skin. As I soaped myself up all over I paid special attention to my nub, making sure to pleasure myself adequately as I stroked the sensitive folds between my legs. I could still feel the sting of his hot kiss on my mouth while at the same time imagined myself over his lap as he placed stinging swats on my waiting rump. The thought of being held down and spanked excited me intensely and I quickly found myself shuttering with my orgasm as I went over the edge.

  I finished rinsing and wrapped myself up in my big fluffy robe. Padding over to the bed, I flopped down and decided just to nap for a little while before calling the number on the card.

  It felt like I had just fallen asleep when I heard a loud rapping on my door. Startled, I leapt out of bed and noticed it was dark in the room. The rapping was louder now and I heard a strong male voice call me from outside.

  "Miss Hunter? Are you in there?"

  Who the hell knows I am here? I don't recognize that voice. Still feeling sleepy, I walked over to the door and grabbed the baseball bat that we kept behind it.

  "Who is it?" I asked loudly.

  "Miss Hunter, this is Pete. I work for Mr. Ross. He had me come to fetch you." The voice from the other side of the door responded as I peeked through the peephole.

  Fetch me? What am I, a dog?

  I opened the door to find a man dressed in a chauffeur suit. "Come in." I said, hesitantly. "How did you know where I lived?"

  "Oh, Mr. Ross knows everything." Pete explained confidently.

  "Everything?"

  He looked at me as if not agreeing was some kind of sin.

  "Please Miss Hunter, we should be leaving now." There was a sense of urgency in his voice.

  "Pete, I will be ready shortly. Why don't you have a seat."

  "Thank you Miss Hunter. I will just wait here." He seemed fidgety as I made my way back into my bedroom, pulling out my overnight bag and filling it with clothes and makeup. I had no idea what I was dressing for so I gathered what I thought would be a good variety of things.

  Heading back into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was mortified. I had fallen asleep with my hair wet and now it was everywhere but where I needed it to be and I had black mascara streaks down my face from where I didn't remove my makeup before showering.

  I was trying to get the comb through my hair when a timid voice called to me from the hallway. "Miss Hunter, we really should hurry."

  Crap! I quickly found some makeup remover to at least fix the raccoon mask on my face as I grabbed the hair brush and tossed it in my bag. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with some flip-flops and grabbed my bag and purse and headed towards the door. Pete just stared at me, as if he was confused by the whole scenario.

  "How long is the drive?" I asked, assuming we were heading to Nathan's house.

  "About 20 minutes."

  Good, then at least I could brush out the knots in my
hair before we get there.

  I had no idea what time it was, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I needed to sleep so I did. If Mr. Ross didn't like it, he could kiss my ass. Of course that led me to think about his hot mouth on my ass and wondered if he would actually kiss me there. The thought of having his hot tongue deep in my ass sent a shiver down my spine and woke up my pussy again.

  I shook off the thought momentarily as Pete grabbed my bag and I followed him down to the car. I wasn't expecting a Limo to be waiting as Pete hurried over to the door and opened it. As I slid into the dark cavern of the back of the car, the door quickly closed behind me.

  As my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the vehicle I looked up to find Nathan sitting in the back seat, dressed to the nines in a dark gray suit.

  "Miss Hunter, I find that you are not very good at following instructions. I requested that you call my office within the hour from my leaving. They were going to give you instructions on what to do next."

  "Yeah...well, I was really tired so I decided to take a little nap. I guess I slept a little longer than I expected to."

  His eyes were cold and he bristled at my excuse. Reaching over he pushed the button to raise the black glass between Pete and us, giving us total privacy. I felt myself feeling a bit shamed by the fact that I truly had not intended to sleep so long.

  I watched as he leaned forward and took off his suit coat, then began unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. He moved his body closer to the center of the seat, and wrapped his arm around me.

  Fully expecting him to lean in an kiss me, instead, he reached up and grabbed the hair at the back of my head and in one swift movement brought me face down over his lap, my knees on the floor of the car and my ass up in the air.

  I began to protest and try to wiggle free, but his strong arms grabbed my waist and held me tight.

  "Miss Hunter, I will not tolerate bad behavior." His words filled my ears as the sound of his hand hitting my rump and the subsequent pain hitting my brain began to register. My pussy immediately began to swell and tingle. How could I be getting turned on by this? I didn't know why but something about the way he held me down and delivered those stinging blows made my body and mind melt into a puddle.