My boss asked me to stay in late, but I already had a date planned out tonight. And I didn't want to come off as a rude and presumptuous fellow, so I sat my ass down and cumbered myself with the task at hand. Other colleagues of mine had stylishly sneaked in a goodbye before leaving and I was left with my boss. "Mr. Tesla, how about these nuggets I came up with for the exclusive project?" I asked, coming into his office. His eyes peered up from his computer. He was quiet for a minute, studying the file which I'd given to him. "This is nice. Can you make it detailed enough?" His dark eyes shadowed. I tried a quick smile, nodding my head but as soon as I was out the door. I tore off my necktie. What more did he want from me? I want far spent. He should have asked the rest of my colleagues to stay put if he badly needed suggestions for the forthcoming project. Hilary's call pierced through the air, I grumbled as I reluctantly picked it up. "And where the hell are you? I've been
My boss was a mancho. A man with complete, dark, and intense taste. His house was the color of humus soil, exquisite in an old fashioned. Mr. Tesla led me through each room and I followed like a lamb to the slaughter. "Will you love to eat, shower, and take a rest first? We can begin business later." Mr. Tesla turned to me. "Business? I do not understand," I rasped, my gaze flipping repeatedly to the romantic chandeliers. Mr. Tesla gave a sexy grin. Walked closer to me and tilted my chin. He was taller, broader, and more tanned. "You are not a woman that I should give a detailed explanation to, are you?" He grabbed my phallus and pressed it softly until he felt it harden in his hand. I purely hated myself for going hard. Mr. Tesla was a fine man, with dark wavy curls for a man his age - boyish eyes and full lips. He was in his middle forties. How could he be interested in a guy like me? I suppressed the groan fighting to escape me. Squinting my eyes to hold myself in place.
Hilary did arrive, dressed in a sizzling gown which she'd promised to wear for valentine's. She was led to the room by the butler where Mr. Tesla and I sat in dark outfits, while plastic half-masks shielded our faces. She stood before us, smiling like a little girl that was being given a present. Mr. Tesla stood up and went over everything that he had earlier stated on the call. "Are you ready?" Mr. Tesla asked her. She nodded, smiling. "Yes, I am." She flipped back her colored tainted hair. "Once you're completely done, you will be paid. Just go over to stand before the camera and pull off your dress. Your partner will join you afterward," Mr. Tesla instructed. Mr. Tesla moved over to where I sat tuned out from the world. I was livid with shock. How could Hilary do this to me? This was a complete betrayal and reeking embarrassment. I watched Hilary starting to slip off from her red gown, her brassieres followed after then her panties. What was meant for two pairs of eyes
Don't blame me. I was gay now, and ever since that weekend with Mr. Tesla, my perception of being his man changed. I began to see a world full of magic sticks, fantasy, and pure acts of love. Was I mad? Just one tweak in me, I'd switched to something I hated the most. Yes, I was probably mad. "Someone is here, making a scene in the lobby. At the mention of your name, Jonah, the receptionist had to let her through," Sally, my colleague said to me as she walked in. "Who's that?" I asked, my eyes lit up in surprise. Just then, Hilary walked into our office dressed in a short dress, her tainted hair was tied up in a ponytail. "You wouldn't pick up my calls," she stated when her eyes landed on me. My heart jumped out of me and I jerked out of my chair. Quickly, I flashed a look towards Mr. Tesla's office, hoping to the heavens that he hadn't arrived yet. "Hilary, what are you doing here?" I asked, scratching my low-cut hair. Couldn't she tell from the smack I'd lande
Were you disgusted? I was too, initially. But the pleasure jolting up my spine dwindled my thoughts to mud. I clenched my teeth, fighting back the waves of pleasure. Mr. Tesla continued to suck and lick every area around my anus. His rimming was so good, experienced, and profound. His tongue slid down an inch lower, taking my balls and kissing them. Was this my punishment? I suppressed a moan. This was better than the thought of him into BDSM, I, to myself. "This is your first, Jonah, so it, hurt for a while," Mr. Tesla said arcing my derriere to his groin. His cock was of respectable height and length. So, the thought that this might hurt me didn't occur to me. Mr. Tesla first tried his middle finger into my butt hole, circling and thrusting vigorously. "Is that it?" I groaned softly, enjoying the thrill emanating from his finger. "Hold on, Jonah. I'll be with you soon," he assured me. With a slow thrust, he pushed the tip of his shaft into my behind. At first, a sw
The manner of approach is peculiar among the women. Come shabbily, they shove you off. Come correct, you are most welcome. I slid behind the pretty lady dancing whilst catching her waist. She initially frowned until I bared my claims. "You dazzle me that I can't stop staring," I said. She twirled round to face me, "What you want?" "You got a man? I can make it worth your while," I slipped some notes out from my pockets to show her. Her lips twisted in a wry smile as her eyes ogled at me. "If you sure can afford me, I can be all yours for the night. I would do whatever you want." That was too easy. Girls are quite easy to capture. Take, for example, my ex-girlfriend. All girls are the same, I came to my conclusion. We walked over to the VIP section which I paid for and waited for her to undress. She refused to do anything until she was sure to rip out the money on me. "Thought you were joking initially," she snatched the money from my outstretched hands. I smirked, "do
Nellie caught the eyes of Ziegler throwing glances towards them. "I told you, he was looking at you." Nellie Stevens said to her best friend, Tasha Cobbs. Ziegler had been Tasha's secret crush since high school. He had come out clean to her and had asked her to prom but she'd turned him down and instead went for James who was her boyfriend. But James had broken up with her soon after he'd gotten into college in California. Tasha had felt heartbroken and had promised herself never to have anything with boys ever again. Nellie had invited Tasha to a club named Tubus Hub which had an interesting curriculum that could help further their career paths or anything about college. Thus, the club had orchestrated a camp in Atwood that would bond the young folks together. This was where Nellie and Tasha saw James, including handsome Ziegler. "Where's James sitting at?" Tasha ignored her beating heart, flipping her chestnut full hair while she kept a straight face. Nellie frowned, "I'm talk
Someone was running after Tasha, she wouldn't dare look back. It could be a wolf! She thought. She could be dead and no one would ever hear about her again. Claws circled her arm and spurn her around, enclosing her to the hard body of a bigger figure while her heart jumped into her mouth. "Tasha, it's me," Ziegler gasped out of breath. Her chest heaved in sharp breaths. "I...I thought you were a wolf. Were you the one running after me?" Tasha asked. "Yeah," he let out, dropping his hand while his dark eyes skated over her face. "I noticed you leaving the camp so I decided to follow. I was urinating at the time I saw you leave," he said the last word with a low tone. Tasha tried to calm her breath while his eyes fixed on her. Tasha had followed Aurora and James, and Ziegler had followed her. Wasn't that interesting? They were professional stalkers, she thought to herself. "What are you doing here?" Ziegler asked. Tasha's gaze flickered back on Ziegler's face. Even under the
I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us. Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma was finally rewarding them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with. Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call. "Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes. On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise. "Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face. Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck. Alexandro looked up and me
I let out an involuntary moan as he guided himself inside of me. "I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poison drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine. I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be! But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time. "I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me. "Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking. "How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between. What? He gave me the fake chest, how? I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him. My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shak
I didn't hesitate.I pulled off my long sleeved Tee top, then my fake chest came into view. Everyone had their eyes glued on my body, I definitely didn't look like a woman. The colour of the fake chest was the exact colour of my skin.Whoever had sneaked in the fake chest wasn't Maurice, I concluded. It was someone amongst Alexandro's men who certainly knew what was going on."Do you intend I unbuckle my trousers as well?" I must have sounded thoroughly mad.Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro found a fancy towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that."No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus."Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely.Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of the barrel silenced Damain
I was a little too late to press the button beneath the desk. Quickly, I crouched down beneath the desk, heard Bruno walk into Alexandro's office while muttering something to himself."No one is in here," someone was saying to him from the open door.Maybe, that could be Ramsey but this particular voice sounded different, deep and heavy with a southern accent. It could be any other person amidst Alexandro's men, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. I held my breath, praying no one moved close to the fall-front desk where I was hiding."I could have sworn that they were both here. He was right here with Suarez... You should have stabbed Suarez when you had the chance instead, that dude just gets on my nerves, I needed him out of the way..," Bruno put in.My hands curled into balls of fury. I finally got half of my answers, Bruno was talking to the person who had actually tried to kill me. And who could that killer be?And Bruno could possibly be the reason why Alexandro had been shot.
He tasted of smoke, weed, and coke.And the way his hungry, ravaging mouth sought the contours of my mouth had me clinging to him.The more I tried to pull free from the kiss - the more his ravaging mouth punished me for such betrayal.My head was slowly spinning - like I was gradually on something high. I knew the implications of being kissed by a heavy weed taker.Yet, his tongue would forcefully plunge into my mouth curling and sucking what was left of me.His hands tore my jacket apart - this wasn't good. I needed to stop being kissed before he discovered that I was a woman.My hands which had tried to push him off felt something sticky from his side - he wrenched his mouth from me, groaning as my hands traced the sticky substance.Blood.I gasped. "You're hurt," I said, looking into his eyes. "I should get Bruno," I added."No, no, no. Not Bruno," he forced the words through clenched teeth, rolling away from me while holding onto his side.Blood sluiced between his splayed finger
My eyes widened as I felt the rope tighten around my neck. I frantically scrambled for the knife I'd also retrieved from behind my mirror and stuck it into the side pocket of my trousers. My fingers closed around it just in time despite the shooting pain coursing around my neckline. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to slice through the rope, feeling it give way beneath me. I plummeted to the floor, my bones cracking upon impact. A searing pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to catch my breath. Gritting my teeth, I assessed the damage – hoping to the heavens that it wasn't a broken wrist. Ignoring the agony, I hauled myself to my feet whilst shaking my wrist to fix the sprain, my eyes scanned the room as I entered the mansion through the front door. No signs of my attacker. Who could that possibly be? The door was still open, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of Ramsey's jacket disappearing around the corner. Determined to confront him, I set off in pursuit,
Jacqueline's pov Bruno! My head snapped to the entrance. Ramsey must have told him something about what had happened at the warehouse, and Bruno wanted to report to Alexandro. Alexandro wrenched his head to Bruno who was walking towards us. My cheeks blossomed to the color of a rose as Bruno's eyes jammed into mine, and I turned my head sideways to hide my embarrassment. "What is it?" Alexandro's voice was heavy with disdain for the abrupt interruption. "There is a call..," Bruno intoned. "Is it important?" Alexandro hadn't pulled himself free from our embrace, his rod was firmly hard and I was certain if it weren't for Bruno, Alexandro wouldn't have been done with me. "It's Dante," Bruno put in. Alexandro's hands captured my waist and placed me on the marble floor while my legs dipped into the water, and with a lazy smile on his face, he started floating away. My heart was thumping wildly, and I was trying not to look nervous. I could still feel Bruno's gaze li
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked through the corridors and memories drifted into me. Marcus and I had met when I needed a place to stay, I was processing my admission into the agency four years ago in Detroit. My best friend, Lori who I didn't know was secretly fighting cancer had introduced me to Marcus. Marcus was sweet at the time we'd met, and since we lived as roommates in his house - we gradually fell in love. But Marcus had secrets, he knew about my dream about being a secret agent and he taunted and mocked me occasionally for it. Unbeknownst to me, he was hiding the fact that he was a chief leader of a gangster group in Downtown. When I discovered it, I threatened to expose him to the authorities and he laughed me off and beat me to a pulp. That was a day I would never forget. I managed to escape that night back to Lori's apartment, only to discover by her landlady that Lori had passed on two weeks back. I have never remained the same ever since
Jacqueline's pov The drive Downtown had been silent, and I was grateful for it. Ramsey was careful to pull out the bags of cash and we started towards the warehouse.Two figures stood on the drive way by the warehouse, they wore dark shades from their appearances."Jacqueline?" My body froze. Even with my disguise, I was still recognizable.Ramsey snapped his eyes towards me and back at the middleman who had called my name. He was spiked-haired amongst the three men with a heavy beard.It was unethical to have our suppliers know us by our names. I jerked my head up to meet the familiar eyes of my once ex-boyfriend and my heart began to race.Memories of how we broke up four years back broke through me. I hadn't been Marcus whenever I usually accompanied Bruno Downtown, why then was Marcus' face popping out of nowhere?But I had to feign not recognizing him instead, "Are the supplies in stock?" I asked the men in front of me.One of them unzipped the two hefty bags in front of us, ki