It was the same ole Monday morning for Jason Sanders. He sat at his desk staring out of the window at his city view. No one else in the state had his view and everyone wanted his building. The soundproof interior with tinted windows all over was made especially for the kind of business he was in. His business wasn’t a secret anymore. As his clientele grew, everyone knew about him. Jason leaned in his chair and turned back to his office.
The atmosphere was majestic enough, just the way his client liked. Even though this was his office, the client’s comfort and pleasure was always the priority. He checked his desktop for emails and his schedule. Monday’s were usually a busy start to a never-ending work week. His first client, Abagail Hawthorne, was an early morning type of woman. She had been a client of Jason’s for over six years. She had been there since the beginning of his journey. She was his first client once he became as famous as he was for his work.
It wasn’t hard for him to get as many clients as he did. Jason was a man made to please women. His strong muscular jawline with a fresh clean cut of a goatee and his seductive smile made any woman fall to their knees. His light brown eyes pierced a woman’s heart to stone and even made some men blush. No one could compare to the perfection that was Jason with his body built like a Greek god. He was six foot four with hardcore abs and pecks. Below his chiseled abs was a small waist and long legs with column bricks for thighs.
Muscles ran for miles down his perfectly tanned skin. He was taught well by his mentor on how to seduce women with a grin and give them exactly what they wanted. It was his gift that actually turned him into the business. The gift and the curse, he would say. He knew all the factors of each of his client’s body and mind. Their darkest desires and their deepest pleasures that even they didn’t know they had.
His penis had become an instrument to their desires as it molded and shaped itself to fit whatever size they needed. The gift for them. The curse was he could never cum himself. The sex sessions only lasted an hour on average, but some have paid for more. Hours on end with no release had become tortuous on his mind and his soul. The count of women was more than he could remember. He shoved down some dark liquor before Mrs. Abagail’s arrival, thinking of the number of women he had pleased while never receiving any pleasure in return.
Then there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Even his voice was made for pure seduction without him trying. His secretary walked in, Melissa. “Your 6 o clock is waiting for you in the lobby. Should I ring her up?” Jason swirled the liquor in the glass for a moment. “Abagail is early as usual. I will get ready for her. Please send her up.” He stood tall with broad shoulders as he unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled out of it. Melissa stood there biting her lip gazing at the man she had worked with for two years now.
Jason, of course, noticed her stare at his body as he began to undress casually. “Melissa, I believe Mrs. Abagail is waiting.” She snapped out of her trance. “Oh yeah. I will go get her.” She quickly walked out the room closing the door securely behind her. Jason finished his drink preparing his mind for his first client of the day. He needed to relax. For some reason today was one of those days he couldn’t stop thinking about his life and where it all got fucked up, but he was going to do his job.
Sadly, that’s all these women were to him; money. He had a certain lifestyle he obtained through giving women what they wanted, but his mind did wonder was there more to him than just his body? Or his money? He knew these women only wanted his sex. As great as it was with no bragging involved, he knew better than to believe these women actually cared about him. It was perfectly fine because he didn’t give a shit about them or the lives they had to live once they left his office.
Some had husbands; actually, most had husbands and boyfriends that claim they could never fuck them like the sex doctor. His train of thought was suddenly disrupted when the door opened. “Mr. Sanders, good morning.” She began to shimmy out of her coat. He bowed curtly. “Morning, Abagail. Nice to see you as always.” He responded with the best smile he could conjure up. “Care for a drink?”
She nodded in response as he poured her a glass of wine. “Work hasn’t gotten any better?” He asked handing her the drink. She accepted. “Busy as usual and I have a meeting this morning around six thirty so we will have to cut this session short.” She touched his chest, staring up at him with her lustful eyes. “I hate it, but someone has to pay you.” He smirked, grabbing her wrist forcefully and bending her over the chair.
He slapped her ass hard, causing her to moan loudly. “Aw yes. Take me hard and fast.” Jason quickly relieved her of her underwear pulling them down to her ankles. “Spread your legs.” He commanded, grabbing her hair and jerking it back. She moaned again as his hand traveled to her inner core, probing and testing her readiness. She was ready. More than ready. Jason’s cock sprang to life almost on command.
His fingers memorized her size and what she could take, causing his penis to shape accordingly. The small tinge he felt use to be something he worried about, but now he didn’t even feel anything as his cock shaped into long shaft with a thick mushroom head curving up slightly enough to hit her g spot. He inserted himself inside, thrusting his hips forward, causing Abagail’s knees to buckle. She held onto the chair for support. Instantly Jason could feel her muscles contracting as her orgasm reached closer and closer.
She cursed over and over as he rammed into her without remorse and without mercy. This was the true Abagail. This refined businesswoman in her mid-forties liked it rough. She only targeted bad boys. It was no mystery of how Abagail came confidently into Jason’s office with a black credit card. She needed a release from her everyday boring life. It took four hundred dollars to give it to her.
He pulled her hair back again, whispering in her ear. “You are the boss of that company. You go in today with your head held high and you rock…” he thrust harder causing her to gasp. “...the shit out of that meeting, you understand?” “Yes! Oh my god Yes!” she came hard. The chair was all she could hold onto as she screamed from the pleasure of her body releasing the much-needed pressure being built. Jason released himself from her body, grabbing the towel that was close by.
He wiped himself and then cleaned her with another wet towel. “Those assholes say they’ve never seen me so happy with Rick. Little do they know right?” she laughed softly at the irony of the situation. Jason only continued to clean her. “You should love your husband Abagail. Sex isn’t everything.” He responded trying not to be bias but was in his feelings for some reason today. She scoffed. “With sex like yours, it is. My body isn’t the same since I have been coming to you. It can never be the same.” She touched his chest again, hoping to gain some sympathy.
“Come with me to the party tonight Jason, as my date. I would rather have a nice young successful business owner at my side then Rick.” As politely as he could he grabbed her hand off his chest. “I told you I don’t go on dates with my clients. You know the rules, Abagail. What has it been, six years now?” Abagail frowned, fixing her clothes and her hair in the mirror. “Pity. I would be the envy of the whole office with you by my side.” She grabbed her jacket in her hand, staring at her watch.
“Well, it seems my thirty minutes is up. Same time next week.” She walked out the room and down the hall to the huge bathroom made for anyone of his clients who needed to shower and clean up before heading back to their normal everyday lives. Jason headed there himself to prepare for his next client.
CHAPTER 2Alyssa walked up to the Sander’s building in awe at the layers of décor and pure art the building itself possessed. It surely spoke volumes that the fancy building was owned by a pretty rich person. She took a deep breath as she entered the lobby. It was cold like a doctor’s office, but she heard Jason Sanders was no regular doctor. Her co-worker had told her about him from a friend she knew that had come to Dr. Sanders for sexually related issues. And Alyssa had those issues.
CHAPTER 3 Alyssa watched Tracy walk out the building with a new step and a smile. Melissa stood then still with the attitude. “Miss Sampson, Mr. Sanders will see you on the eighth floor.” She stood, her legs shaking as she began to walk to the elevator. Nothing had been scarier in her life. Could she even go through with it knowing he had just thoroughly screwed the woman just thirty minutes ago? Her feet kept going no matter how much her mind screamed.
CHAPTER 4The small space with Alyssa seemed to have awoken Jason’s penis again in ways he didn’t control. The shower was huge enough with the rain sprinkle shower head above them and another jet-setting on the side. The walk-in shower alone was beautiful, but the entire bathroom was elegantly designed.
CHAPTER 5 “Jason, I was shocked you could make it, you being such a busy man and all.” Dan stood at 6’0 even and was just as refined as his son and just as handsome. He stood with his hand out to shake his son’s hand. Jason just stared at him, rudely, unbuttoning his suit jacket to sit down in the fancy restaurant. “I only agreed to have this dinner with you because something happened.”
CHAPTER 6Jason woke up the next morning feeling groggy and stressed. His first thought was his sister. He quickly picked up his phone and dialed her number, hoping she will answer. It rang a couple of times then her voice came up on the other end. “Jason? Everything ok? It's early.” “Janet, listen to me. Dan wants to make you partner with me to expand the company. He will
CHAPTER 7Jason walked downstairs on Melissa’s request to be seen by his first client of the day, Amy Norton. She was a depressed patient that needs to release oxytocin regularly to help keep her hormone levels stable. Amy was a bit older than most of his clients and the most emotional. She was skinny and a bit pale. Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. She wore a long skirt and a sweater that looked a few sizes too big for her.
CHAPTER 8Jason stood as Valerie and Yolanda walked into the room on floor eleven. “Jason!” Yolanda screamed running to hug him hard. Jason smiled, accepting the hug graciously. He opened his arms to Valerie as well. “We missed you,” Yolanda said, kissing his cheeks. “Same. It’s been too long. A year maybe. Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?” Jason crossed his arms, disappointed.
CHAPTER 9Alyssa walked into the Sanders building more nervous than the first time. This time she was dressed in her finest purple dress that stopped at her knees and her flats that matched. No heels or she would fall and embarrass herself in front of Jason. Something she didn’t want to happen. Maybe sex again was ok. She added a little hint of makeup, but not a lot. Strangely it was deserted. Barely any cars were in the parking lot, unlike before, and hopefully, there’d be no secretary either. She walked in as her prayers were unanswered.