“Good point, I’m sorry.” I take his hand on the table,
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I kiss his cheek as the waiter hands us each a menu and reads us the wine list. Marcus orders a bottle of their best red and a pasta dish each.
“So you live alone in New York, you work as a receptionist somewhere, you are brutally honest and are almost too polite for your own good. That’s all I have observed about you since we have met. Why don’t you tell me some more?” Marcus takes a sip of wine and doesn’t let go of my hand.
“Well, I studied to be a teacher but quickly fell out of love with that job. I decided to take a leap and move to the city about a month ago and took a receptionist job at an elementary school to pay the bills. I also have a cat, but he gets nervous around strangers so I imagine he was under the bed the moment he heard you in my apartment.” Marcus nods, laughing about my cat.
“What kind of cat?”
“Ginger.”
“That explains it.”
What do you mean?” I giggle, sipping my glass and crossing my ankles under the table.
“I repel redheads. Every time I try and get close to them they just run.” he lets go of my hand and reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear with a smirk,
“And you do realise I am a redhead?” I giggle.
“I do.” His hand lingers on the side of my face, “So why did you decide you didn’t like teaching? You strike me as a very good teacher.”
“I’m not really sure, my passion just fizzled once I actually became a teacher. I never put too much thought into what I wanted to do as a career, and I still don’t really know.”
“And do you like being a receptionist?”
“I do actually, I thought I would hate it and it would just be a means to an end. Which it is really. I imagine if I worked in the right place I would really be at home as a receptionist.”
“How about a personal assistant?” He asks pointedly,
“Okay Mr. Mystery. What’s with all of the specific questions about my relationship with my job?”
“How would you like to come and work for me? My firm has taken off in the last year or so and I am in need of a personal assistant to take some weight off our receptionist.” My mouth drops open at his offer,
“Your firm? You’re Marcus Ender, aren’t you. The most powerful lawyer in New York City.” I ask, gobsmacked and also a little embarrassed that I didn’t make the connection earlier.
“You got me,” he laughs, “I hope you don’t think too differently of me. So will you take the job?”
“Seriously?” Our dinner is placed down in front of us and Marcus takes his fork in his hand, pointing it at me.
“The hours may be a little longer, and the boss can be a little demanding at times. But he will make it worth your while.” I giggle, taking his fork and using it to steal some food off his plate.
“I can only imagine, I’ve seen how he is in bed…or rather, elevator.” Marcus’s laugh is bright and reaches his eyes with a glimmer. It rings like music through my ears making me want to try harder to hear it more.
“So what do you think?”
“I think it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up, when can I start?”
“As soon as possible, I think maybe we should order another bottle to celebrate.” Marcus empties the bottle into our glasses, gesturing for the waiter to come over with another. We finish our dinner, a second bottle of wine being delivered as our plates are taken away and our desert order is taken. Marcus and I decide to share a lemon tart as we continue to idly chat, the second bottle of wine quickly depleting.
“So you mean to tell me that not only did you choose to take the stairs to the top of the eiffel tower, like a madman, but that you walked to the top with two of the biggest football players in Europe?” Marcus asks, impressed, our conversation becoming more relaxed as we get to know each other more, and once again poking fun at the elevator motif.
“Yes, but one of them didn’t speak any English, I think they just liked my shorts.” I reminisce, finishing my glass of wine, then Marcus reaches to top it up again but realises the bottle is finished.
“I think maybe that might be a sign for us to get out of here.” Marcus pays the bill as I fasten my coat around me, he takes my hand and we walk out into the night together, flurries of snow leaving piles in our hair and on our coats.
“Would you like to come back to my house, June? I know I made it out like you had no choice in the car but you do actually have the final say here.” I reach up and kiss Marcus deeply, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me close, we pull apart slightly, staying in each other’s arms,
“I would love to, so long as you promise to still fuck me.” Marcus laughs, opening the door to his car and letting me in first. He crawls in after me, shutting the door and the divider between us and the driver. He pulls my legs across his lap as he wraps an arm behind my shoulders, kissing my lips hard and holding my ass.
“I hope this answers your question.” Marcus reaches under my dress and gleefully confirms that no, I wasn’t able to wear underwear in this dress. His hand makes its way up my thigh, spreading my legs slightly as he goes to tease my clit.
“Won’t the driver know what we are doing?” I whisper,
“He’s probably used to it. Plus he can’t hear anything through that divider.” He slips two fingers into my pussy and starts to slowly push them in and out as I let out a little gasp in pleasure. Marcus climbs on top of me, pulling his cock out of his pants and pushing my dress up around my waist. He leans down and kisses me, pushing the tip of his huge cock against my tight hole,
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the other day, I hope you’re ready for a few days of pent up sexual frustration.” He slams his cock all the way in, putting a hand over my mouth as I cry out. He waits for a few seconds before he starts to buck his hips, pulling his cock almost all of the way out and teasing me.
“Ready? I literally dreamt of this last night.” Marcus fucks me, not being too creative as his rhythm stays slow and sporadic. I moan softly in his ear, his huge member stretching me and filling me up completely.
“I think we must be nearly there by now. That’s all you’re going to get.” He wipes my pussy juices off his cock on a handkerchief, tucking it back in his pants and sitting normally again. The car draws to a stop and we climb out, thanking the driver and walking into the main doors of the building. Marcus goes to press the button, quickly remembering that the elevator is broken, “Stairs it is. Up you go.” Marcus gives my ass a slap as I walk up the narrow stairs ahead of him. Marcus bunches my dress up in one hand in the small of my back, my bare ass jiggling in front of him, wetness still running down the inside of my leg.
“My, that car ride really did a number on you, didn’t it?” He grabs my ass, spanking it hard as we turn what feels like the millionth corner until we reach the door labelled “PH”
“Go in, make yourself at home. I just need to go and grab something.” Marcus guides me inside, I walk into the lounge and sit down on the sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window. I take off my dress completely, leaving my heels on and crossing my legs, my heart beating a million miles an hour as I nervously await Marcus’ return.