During one meeting Mr. Williams was heading, I was taking notes as usual when a flicker from my phone screen lit up the room. Feeling bored I swiped it down, opening the message. It was from Everett. He'd been much more attentive, lately. My eyes studied the selfie of him bare chested, his sinewy muscles naturally protruding, pulling his belt downward, just barely revealing his dark path to paradise. He was trying to entice me. Everett: Pick you up after work? Normally, this would have set me on fire; it used to be exactly what I wanted but now, all it did was cause me trouble. This was just another test. The pictures and messages were becoming increasingly risqué. He knew something was up as I'd been more distant, but never in his wildest dreams would he think the other man was his father...Mr. Williams suddenly snapped me out of my daze with his baritone voice. Noting my obvious distraction, he circled around my desk like a wolf with its prey. I was both sexually enticed and
After work, I was surprised when Everett showed up, driving his navy blue five series BMW at the company entrance. "Hi, baby," he said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. His behavior was out of character but then I gasped suddenly remembering his text and that I hadn’t answered him. It was all Mr. Williams' fault. Damn it! As I stepped toward the sidewalk my legs were still sticky from our earlier encounter. I gulped, holding my throat. I wasn't only nervous about hiding my feelings around Everett, but I was still turned on. What was I supposed to do now?It would have felt incredible to be pounded by Mr. Williams but then he made me work on purchase reports, of all things. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t control myself. My boss was like a drug to me and his son paled in comparison. I was lost in thought, standing in front of Everett when I realized we weren’t alone. Next to me was my colleague Evelyn, who crossed her arms, staring at Everett then back in my dire
Though he'd been distracted moments before, Everett leaned into my space. I could tell he was drunk, especially when he suddenly kissed me. Feeling dazed, I pushed him away."What are you doing?" I asked him, slurring my speech. He laughed. "What do you mean? You came with me for a reason." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, holding my pounding head. "I already told you I didn’t want to go out.” "Yeah, but here you are," he said, taking another gulp of beer. Voices picked up as I sought to comprehend what he was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as he continued."You know, everyone said I could conquer any virgin with the BMW I have." My heart began to pound as my cheeks flushed. I was pissed off that he thought all it took was a car to get me to spread my legs. I burned to tell him the truth about who I really was. "What the hell are you talking about? Firstly, I'm not a virgin.""You're not a virgin?" he asked, sipped then scoffed. "That's n
"I lost my phone. I was here last night, and I think I must have dropped it or something." "Oh, it was taken by the group of friends you were with yesterday." I burned with anxiety. My supposed group of friends were Everett and his compatriots, people I didn't even know. My resistance to Everett's advances had only angered him yesterday-that much I knew for sure. What if Mr. Williams happened to text me when the phone was in Everett's hands? Swallowing hard, I thanked the bartender as I felt prickles of pins and needles in my chest. This was wrong; my vision was tunneled as I imagined what was the next best move. "Ada, can I use your phone? I need to call Everett." My mouth felt like it had cotton in it as I dialed. Ring...ring...ring...ring...ring. He never answered but I wasn’t surprised.I held my chest, feeling my stomach drop. My face must have been pale as a ghost as I tried not to faint. Pulling on my hair, I began to pace. I could feel cold sweat trickle down t
What if he was pissed off at me about my supposed date with Everett? Before I could speak, I felt Mr. Williams as he pressed himself on my ass. There was something firm in his pocket. Just as I reached around to touch him, hoping it was his stiff cock, he pulled out my phone and stuffed it into the apron."Keep that safe, now."I gasped and turned to him."How did you get that?" I asked as I wiped my hands. He trailed his fingers over my erect nipples in the apron. Sighing I leaned back against the counter. Instantly, I felt myself become soaked, dying for his touch. My eyes were half open as I bit my lower lip. "Don't worry about your little 'date' with Everett. It was me who arranged for him to get that phone call last night from someone else. I know nothing happened between you two."Though I was horny for him, I stopped my incessant groping and looked into his eyes."Were you spying on us?"Mr. Williams remained stone faced but would neither admit or deny it. Instead, he m
"That's not true and you know it. You're just saying that because I didn't want to fool around with you. You can't take rejection, can you?" "Mila, you aren't being honest with me," he said. I glared at him unsure why I owed him an explanation. "I know you're seeing someone else. Otherwise, you wouldn't be acting this way." "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, scoffing, crossing my arms. "Who in the school are you dating? Is it Joseph?""Really, Everett?" I asked tossing my hair. "Is that the only conclusion you can come to?""Well, what else can you tell me? You've been hounding me for months, sending me dirty pictures in lingerie and posing with your vibrator. Now you’re cold as ice. What do you expect me to think?" he asked. Turning around, I secretly took a deep breath trying to gather my thoughts. "I need to focus on my internship at your father's company. Then my credits will be sorted out. That’s what has my attention." Everett sneered at me.
The video was probably enough but I wanted to go further so I snapped a few photos. One was of me bent over, facing the camera and pointing to my ass. Then I took one of myself holding my vibrator with my tits squeezing them together to hold it in.I sent all three within seconds of each other hoping to get a quick reaction. I really wanted to get this project over and done with, but all this posing was turning me on. If he didn't respond soon, I'd have to wait and that could only lead to one thing...His prompt reply led me to believe he approved highly. Imagining him seeing me had me glued to my phone, waiting if he’d sent me something back in the same vein.As I laid on my bed, I fantasized about what he felt when he saw my pictures. Would he be gently stroking his dick through his pants first or did he head straight for the zipper yanking it out through the hole? Did it make him drip and yearn like me?As I thought about him rubbing himself to my photos, my core surged, and I
"Do you have a ride there yet?" he asked."No, I neglected to do that," I said, slapping my forehead with a bashful grin. I felt stupid for not already setting this up."Well, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.”“What do you mean?” I asked, pinching my brow in question.“Didn't I see you leave here with Everett the other night?" He motioned with his cup to the front door. Waiting for my response, he lightly tapped his foot."Oh, we aren't that close," I said, glancing down at his fidgeting shoe then back in his eyes. "I mean, Everett likes to joke around but we don't have anything romantic going on."Robert breathed a sigh of relief."Well in that case, let me make things easier for you. I have field work this afternoon so I can take you up to meet Mr. Adam. We can go over all the supposed intricacies of reports.”We shared a laugh.“Does that sound good?" he asked."Sure!" I exclaimed, pursing my lips, bouncing a bit. "I appreciate it." This was certainly advantageous. What
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate