Hey There, Delilah..., page 10
I glance out of my windowed wall at Delilah. I involuntarily smile and my heart flutters for an instant. She is looking pretty cute today. She looks like she actually took a few moments to make herself look nice. Her hair is shiny and soft looking, not dull and limp like it was when she first started working for me. And her outfit is still conservative, but she looks as though she bought something new that actually fits her. She’s wearing a pale blue cap sleeved blouse and a black pencil skirt that stops just below her knees, like the sexy school teacher I used to have wet dreams about. God damn her!
She’s not supposed to look good. She’s supposed to be frumpy and unattractive! That’s why I hired her, so that she wouldn’t tempt me. I wish LaLa would just text me already and distract me from the woman sitting only a few feet away. I need to get some work done. At this rate, I am going to have to come in this weekend, and I really don’t want to be too tired to give LaLa’s hot little bod the attention it deserves.
I decide to go out for lunch by myself. I need time to gather my thoughts and get my shit together. And I need to do it away from Delilah. How did I get myself into this position? Before, no woman was tempting me…now, I can’t get my mind off two! Of course, as soon as I am otherwise distracted, and my head clears slightly, a text comes in. I am in the middle of biting into my burger when my phone bings. I quickly wipe my mouth with a napkin then pick up my phone, which is sitting next to my plate.
LaLa: Hey there, hot stuff!
Nico: Hey, Doll, what’s shakin’?
LaLa: Other than my ass?
I laugh out loud, getting a few odd looks from the people sitting around me. I take a sip of my water and clear my throat.
Nico: Nice!
LaLa: Question of the day – Favorite food & drink?
Nico: Hmm, I’d have to say buffalo wings & beer
LaLa: Sounds like a typical guy
Nico: Yeah, well…I do happen to be a guy. What about u?
LaLa: My favorite is anything Alfredo – chicken, seafood, whatever. My favorite drink is probably lemonade. Not much of a drinker.
Nico: Cool. What are u doing right now?
LaLa: Taking a little break from work & u?
Nico: Same. Are u wearing any red lace at the moment?
LaLa: LOL, no. I’m saving that for Saturday.
Nico: So no one else is going to be seeing u without clothes on until Saturday?
LaLa: I told u I’ve never had a 1 night stand & I certainly wouldn’t be going to Club M if I had a boyfriend.
Nico: Nice to know…
LaLa: What about u? U seem like a Club M regular
Nico: I’m not going to lie, I am, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about u & all of the possibilities for Saturday ;)
LaLa: So does that mean u don’t have a girlfriend that you’re cheating on?
Nico: No, I do not. I might sleep around while I’m single, but I’m not a cheater.
I rub my hand over my jaw. This conversation is getting a little too heavy for me. I don’t want to get into too much detail with her since I’m only going to be sleeping with her once. I’m just trying to make her comfortable enough to have a one night stand.
Nico: Listen, Doll, I gotta get back to work. I’ll text u tomorrow with another question of the day ;)
LaLa: Sounds good! ttyl
I sigh and finish my burger before heading back to work. I walk down the hall toward my office, and just as I pass the women’s bathroom, Delilah steps out and right into my path. I have no choice but to grab her; otherwise, she would end up sprawled out on the floor. She makes a surprised squeal and clings to my tie with both hands, which in turn, yanks my face down to hers.
Holy shit! Our noses are touching, that’s how close we are. My eyes search hers. Damn, I never realized how beautiful her eyes are. I knew they were hazel, but up this close, I can see the details and each fleck of green and gold. They are absolutely memorizing, and I can definitely get lost in them. Her lashes are long and thick, making the perfect frame for those windows to her soul.
Our bodies are pressed tightly together and now I know exactly what is under those conservative clothes that she wears. She’s got a rockin’ bod - tiny little frame with a huge rack, which at the moment is smashed against my chest. Oh good lord! I stupidly take a breath in through my nose and am instantly enveloped by her cherry and vanilla scent. I stifle the urge to groan.
“Nick,” Delilah says a bit breathlessly, making me wonder if that’s what she would sound like if I had her in my bed.
I glance down at her lips - another fucking stupid thing to do – and they are plump and pink and…fuck me! I want to know what she tastes like. I watch, as if in slow motion, as she hesitantly swipes her tongue along her lower lip, answering the question of if she wants it, too. No! No, I will not kiss Delilah! I will not screw the best secretary I’ve ever had! I slowly release her, making sure she has her balance.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, Delilah, I didn’t see you.”
Delilah nods quickly and smoothes her hand over my tie. “Uh…yeah, it’s fine…I didn’t see you either. Thanks for catching me,” she says with a tight smile, then looks away.
I scrub my hand over my scruffy jaw. “Yeah, sure, no problem.”
We stand there for a moment looking at each other before both making excuses and practically running back to our desks. Goddamn, that was awkward! I got my cock throbbing in my pants and on top of that, I’m confused as hell. When the hell did I become so attracted to Delilah? It’s like it just happened overnight. She is completely off limits, though. I am not going through the torture of finding and training another secretary. I just need to get laid, that’s all. That is definitely my problem. Hopefully this week goes by quickly and I can forget all about Delilah while I’m planted between LaLa’s luscious legs.
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Delilah
As soon as I see that Nick is closed off in his office and is working, I call Charlie. My heart is still pounding wildly from my collision with him.
“Hey LaLa, what’s up?” Charlie answers.
“Oh my God, Charlie. You’ll never believe what just happened to me!” I say in a rush.
“What? What happened?” Charlie asks frantically, but I know she is just humoring me, the bitch.
“I just ran into Nick in the hall. Like full out ran into him, where he had to catch me. Our noses were touching we were so close. I could smell the mint on his breath!” I whisper into the phone, making sure there is no way Nick can hear me freaking out.
“Oookay, and?”
“I…I think he might have wanted to kiss me. He looked at my lips and I swear to God he got a hard on while we were pressed together,” I say in my hush hush voice.
“Oh yeah? That’s hot,” Charlie teases, not understanding the urgency of what just happened.
“What if he’s attracted to me now? Maybe I shouldn’t go to Club M on Saturday. What if I actually have a chance with Nick? I mean, you know how I feel about him,” I ramble.
“Don’t shit where you eat, LaLa. I think you need to forget about Nick and focus on Nico,” Charlie admonishes.
I groan and hang my head. I know she’s right. Nick is my boss and I shouldn’t even be thinking about him as anything more than that. But he’s just so fucking gorgeous! Then again, Nico was pretty fine, and he without a doubt wanted me. I’m not at all positive about how Nick feels about me.
“Go on Saturday and do your thing with Nico. Believe me, it’s the best idea,” Charlie says reassuringly.
“Agh, alright, fine. I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later,” I say, aggravated at the world in general.
Charlie chuckles. “Okay, see ya.”
I hang up the phone and resist the urge to smash it. I really like Nick, and after what just happened, I feel like he might actually like me, too. But, I also am starting to have feelings for Nico, which I still don’t understand because I barely know the guy. Charlie is right, though, I should forget about Nick. He does come off as kind of a player, and I really don’t want a guy like that in my life. And, of course, there is the whole ‘he’s my boss’ thing.
A few seconds later my phone bings and it is a text from Charlie. All it says is, “I love you,” and I smile. She always knows what I need to hear.
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Nick
As usual, I just can’t focus. Being close to Delilah is fucking messing with my head. I can’t believe how close I came to kissing her. I’m too wound up to work right now. I need a break; maybe I’ll go grab a snack or something out of the kitchen. I glance out my windowed wall at Delilah and see her get up from her desk with some files in her hands. She heads in the direction of the file room and I make my move. I walk by her desk, glancing at it as I go. Something catches my eye, making me backpedal. Delilah’s phone is sitting on her desk with the text message screen up. Of course, I have to be nosy, so I lean over and take a peek.
Charlie: I love you!
What the hell? Who is this Charlie guy? Delilah’s never mentioned anything about getting a boyfriend. What the fuck? I stomp away absolutely seething. I walk down the hall toward the kitchen, luckily passing no one on my way; I am so not in the mood to be polite. I storm into the kitchen and start rummaging around the cabinets like a tornado for something that I can snack on. I finally find a small single bag of potato chips. I tear that shit open and start munching away on the - God knows how old – chips. I shrug to myself; they still taste all right.
As I stand there eating the chips, I start to calm down and think a bit more clearly. I also realize that I’m jealous of this Charlie guy, which boggles my mind. Why on Earth would I be jealous of some guy that Delilah is dating? I don’t want her. She’s not my type at all. Even though she has beautiful eyes, luscious lips, is smart and funny, and is dressed really nice today; that doesn’t mean that I have any feelings for her. Right…keep lying to yourself…asshole!
Now, LaLa – she is the kind of woman that I want. She has a gorgeous body and ripe juicy lips that I just want to kiss. Delilah’s lips are very similar to LaLa’s. Ah! No! Stop thinking about Delilah! Think about LaLa and all of the red lace and the steamy hot sex you’ll be having with her on Saturday. Yeah, that’s right. Sex, you remember what that’s like, don’t you? I feel like it has been forever since the last time I’ve had sex. I don’t think I have ever gone this long without it. Only a few more days…I can make it.
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Delilah
The week goes by way too slowly for me, but I do get to learn a decent amount about Nico, like he is an only child, enjoys going to concerts, goes to the gym a lot, collects watches, and loves his job (even though he won’t tell me what that is – anonymity and all that jazz). We started out texting once a day, but by Wednesday, it turned into multiple times. We really seem to have a lot in common, and the banter between us always has me laughing and smiling. I can only assume he feels the same because he keeps coming back for more.
It is now Saturday and I’m just waiting for Charlie, who said she wants to come with me to Club M again. I’ve just finished my hair and make-up when I hear my apartment door open and close. It has to be Charlie because she is the only other person with a key. Her voice calls out for me, and I let her know that I’m getting dressed and I’ll be right out. We went shopping after work twice this week. Once to pick up some new work, as well as casual, clothes that fit me properly, and then again for another dress for tonight. I went with black this time, a sexy form-fitting number that stops about mid-thigh. The neckline is a low “V” in both the front and the back. I also made sure to pick up some new red lace for Nico. Since the dress dips so low in the front and the back, I opted this time for a red lace corset and matching thong. I also wanted to go all out for him, so I picked up a black and red garter belt with black stockings, which have the black seams running down the back. If he doesn’t find this sexy, then the man is a eunuch.
Charlie and I also picked up another mask each. I went with black to match my dress, but it has sequins that make it shimmer, and short black feathers rimming the top of it.
We step into Club M at exactly 9:00 pm. My messenger immediately goes off in my hand, and I look down at it to see that it is Nico. I smile and shake my head, if not anything else, the guy is prompt.
Nico #812: Right on time, Doll
I glance around to see if I can spot him, but he’s got himself hidden again. I nudge Charlie and show her the message. She smiles and rolls her eyes behind her mask. We made the same deal as last time; we aren’t going to wait for each other. She gives my arm a squeeze then heads for the bar.
LaLa #128: Where are u?
Nico #812: Somewhere I can admire that stunning dress of yours
LaLa #128: You could admire it up close if u tell me where you are
Nico #812: This is true
Damn it! He’s not going to tell me where he is. I look around again but can’t find him. I don’t even know what he’s wearing tonight or what color his mask is. I am surprised when a wine glass appears from over my right shoulder. I turn to see Nico standing behind me with a naughty smirk curling one side of his delicious mouth. I give him an exasperated eye roll and take the drink he’s offering. It’s a house red. He must have remembered from last week. Then I look in his other hand - a glass of lemonade. He shrugs his shoulders, and his naughty smirk transforms in to a shy smile. He winks at me and another piece of me is lost to him.
After drinking and dancing for close to an hour and a half, Nico finally sends me the message I have been dreading and anticipating this whole time.
Nico #812: Shall we go up to my VIP room?
I take a deep breath and look up into his green eyes. He is wearing an emerald green mask, which makes his eyes pop. I can do this. I take another deep breath and nod. I am going to do this! Nico smiles seductively and holds out his hand. As soon as I slip mine into his, we are weaving our way through the crowd toward the steps that lead upstairs to the rooms.
Nico leads me down a long quiet hallway, making me wonder if the rooms are soundproofed. Probably, I mean, who wants to hear another person screaming, “Oh yes! Fuck me!” I sure as hell don’t. We stop in front of a door that has #1 VIP written on it. Well shit…I’m with the guy who is the #1 VIP in the club. I don’t know if I should feel honored or if I should run for the hills.
He opens the door with a key card and motions for me to enter first. I walk in and am momentarily stunned by what’s in front of me. Against one deep red wall is a giant four-poster king sized bed that is covered in black satin sheets. I can see that each post has a bondage strap attached to it. Then toward the middle of the decent sized room, there is a sex swing hanging from the ceiling.
I whip around to stare at Nico in shock. I open my mouth to say something to him, but he rushes to put a finger up to my lips, reminding me that there is no talking permitted. Shit! He starts typing on his messenger; a moment later, I get his text.
Nico #812: We won’t do anything u don’t want to do. But know that I am in charge & as soon as u speak, we are done. I do not want to hear anything other than u moaning & screaming. 1 word & I’m out the door
I nod, breathing out a sigh of relief. There is no way I’m getting into that swing.
Nico #812: Let’s set some rules. Obviously, the masks stay on & there is no talking. No safe word needed because speaking is considered the safe word. Is there anything u are not willing to do? Tell me now
LaLa #128: No anal, no animals & no sharing
Nico smiles as he reads my message and nods in agreement. Well, here goes nothing!
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Nick
LaLa looks fan-freaking-tastic! That little black dress is incredible. Oh God, I cannot wait to get my hands on her. She looks a bit hesitant now that she has seen the room. Not all rooms look like mine. I had Calvin put the swing in especially for me. I love using that thing. After getting the rules out of the way, I take both of our messengers and put them on the table next to the bed. I turn back to LaLa, she hasn’t moved a muscle. I can tell that she is still a little nervous, even though we kind of got to know each other via text over the past week.
Calvin has music pumping in through the sound system but I rarely pay attention to what is playing. However, tonight, for some reason, he must be in a sexy, 70s, R&B mood. When I first got here, I came up to my room to make sure everything was clean and perfect for my night with LaLa. At that time, Al Green was singing something about staying together. As we stand here looking at each other, we both hear Marvin Gaye’s big hit Let’s Get It On emit from the speakers at the same time. She offers me a naughty smile, and I note the wicked glint in her eye.
I go to her, cup her face in my hands, and just kiss her. She gasps softly, but kisses me back. God damn, she is a fabulous kisser! I pray to God that she gives head as fantastic as she kisses. The thought has my already rock hard cock straining even more to get out. I slip my hands down her sides, smoothing over the outside curves of her breasts then down over the flare of her hips. From there, my hands wander around to her ass, which is lush and oh so sexy. I press her closer and roll my hips forward so that she can feel how turned on I am. She slowly starts to relax and soften, her hands starting to wander over my body.
I am dying to see what she has on under her dress. I can’t figure out how she can possibly be wearing a bra with how far the dress dips down in the front and back. Moving my hands back up to her shoulders, I slowly drag the soft fabric over her shoulders. The dress slides over her huge tits and stops at her hourglass shaped hips. She shimmies briefly, just before it drops to the floor at her feet. I take a step back to look at her and my jaw drops. Holy Mother of God! Where have you been all of my life? I can’t even begin to tell you how utterly gorgeous this woman’s body is.
LaLa is standing in front of me in a red lace corset and thong. On top of that, she has a red and black garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings; plus, she’s still in her heels. I seriously almost came in my pants when I got my first glimpse.
