Authors: Cassandre Dayne
Saturday
Night…
Shuddering to her crimson painted
toes, Kaela couldn’t believe he’d gone to this cheesy of a level.
Really?
She read the invitation again and groaned. Somehow
she knew she was going to have to play nice with the clients.
Ugh.
She tried to remind herself this
was business only and Mr. MacGruder needed her help. Still, if she could help
garner the contract then perhaps she the Vice Presidency position was locked
up.
Unfortunately she had other things
on her mind. She pursed her lips, thinking one too many naughty thoughts about
seducing him. Goose bumps nearly exploded on her skin. Maybe some good fortune
had interceded and perhaps they could get to know each other, maybe date.
Get a grip girl. This is just business.
No dating, remember?
Thoughts about the
party gave her the willies. There was no doubt some of his cronies would be
there as well to help seal the deal, imagining they were getting some night of
shameless fornication. Picking up her phone, she dialed Angel’s extension.
“Girl, you are so on about shopping and a drink afterwards.”
“Okay, what
gives.
Were you fired?” Angel chortled.
Gazing back down at the invitation,
she clenched her pussy muscles.
“No, something much better.”
Somehow a plan was in order. She was a wicked woman after all.
The afternoon couldn’t have gone by
any slower. By the time the workday ended Kaela was ready to move to another
country. Between his heated looks and her constant sweating, she was fit to be
tied. As the afternoon drew on, she second-guessed one too many things. She’d
moved here away from people she’d grown up with to start a new life, leaving
her past behind. She’d changed her appearance and stayed to herself. She’d also
locked down her needs. Somehow Broden was bringing her kinky side out in the
open, something she’d padlocked several years before.
Fear was a terrible thing to have
constantly. For some reason she had a feeling she was destined to do this,
maybe challenged into opening up again. If only she had the courage.
****
At five thirty on a Thursday night,
Kaela and Angel were standing just across the street in front of what could
only be described at a supped up sex shop, at least in Kaela’s eyes. From the
neon lighting to the feather boas strategically placed around scantily clad
mannequins in the plate glass window, the place rocked or reeked of seduction.
All things that terrified her.
Blinking furiously, she
looked up and down the crowded street, half expecting musicians to appear on
every corner. “Here?”
“Yes, here. Do not judge a book by
its cover, girl. This is the most well known urban shop this side of the
Mississippi and you know I have good taste so get with the program,” Angel
huffed as she wrapped her hand around Kaela’s arm, pulling her toward the
shop’s entrance.
“I really don’t have money to spend
on clothes. I’m on a budget.”
“What, to purchase more books so you
can drool and dream?” Angel slapped her on the ass. “Liar, liar pants on fire.
Come on. Shopping is meant to be fun and think of it this way. Sexy clothes
might help you get laid. I should add finally.”
Blushing all the way to her toes,
Kaela groaned. “You’re one bad woman.”
“That’s why you love me, for my
positive influence on you. Now get ready to party.”
“Hold on. I have a question,” Kaela
stated, the party looming in the back of her mind.
“I feel a nightmare coming on.”
“Funny. Do they still make voodoo
dolls?” Kaela asked, her mind still beating herself up for her ridiculous
behavior.
“You’re still on that bit from
today?” Angel asked as she folded her arms. “And what’s the hot news you have
anyway?”
“Oh that was chump change in
comparison to what I did after you left.”
“What exactly did you do? Daydream
about his thick cock?”
“Very funny,” Kaela whispered as she
nibbled on her bottom lip.
Angel stopped at the corner and
glared at her. “What did you do?”
“I mighta kinda sorta punched him in
the gut.”
Her foot off the curb, Angel nearly
tumbled into the street. “What? You did what exactly?”
“Yeah, I know.” Cringing, Kaela
walked ahead of her.
“And you still have a job?”
“You know, I think he liked it. He
liked it so much he invited me to an exclusive costume party as his date to
finally sign that big overseas deal.”
Maybe
he likes whips and chains too.
Chuckling, Angel shook her head. “What?
Seriously on both counts?”
“Yes. And I have no idea why he
invited me either.” Kaela groaned.
“Because you’re
the best closer in the office.
He’s honoring you and you hit him.
Superb girl.
Just perfect.
Jesus. I don’t want to ever be your enemy,”
Angel chastised.
“I know. I didn’t know what he was
going to ask. Don’t worry, I’ll place nice, but I have no idea what to wear. He
deserved the punch too.”
“Unbelievable, girl.
The woman would battle with a heavy
weight fighter. Guess he loves the rough stuff. As far as the invitation goes,
Mr. MacGruder might just be using this event as an excuse to date you as well
as garnering new clients. Ever think of that?”
“Yeah, but what about the great no
dating rule?” she whispered. Visions of submitting to him flowed into the back
of her mind.
“He is the boss, right?” Angel
laughed before planting on hand on her hip and stopping their progression.
“Okay, look. There’s obviously chemistry between you two so maybe this is just
a way for him to get to know the real tiger inside the kitten suit.”
“Kitten suit?”
“You heard me. Think of is this way.
Maybe you’ll have fun.
Real fun big girl style?”
Kaela smiled, her eyes twinkling.
“Uh-oh.
I know that look. What are you
thinking?”
“I think...” Kaela brushed her hand
through her hair, enjoying the light breeze as she cocked her hip, striking a
pose.
“Yes…”
“I think, no I know I’m going to
seduce Broden MacGruder at this party.”
Angel hesitated before a huge smile
crossed her face. “Now, there’s the girl I knew was buried underneath a solid
pass of boring.
Mmm…
This shopping trip is perfect for
you, girl. Come on. I’ll buy you a set of handcuffs and we’ll drink and plan
tonight. When’s the party?”
“Saturday night.”
“Then the plan is we go and buy a
few necessities for tonight and the party. We’ll dress you up so damn hot
Broden can’t resist you period. Is that what you want?” Angel leaned over her,
swishing her hips back and forth.
Did she? Oh God, yes.
More than Christmas morning any year.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you. Do you want to
suck and fuck this man you’ve been hot for like a wild child or not?” Her voice
rising, Angel huffed as she tossed her head back defiantly.
The lurid looks from both men and
women walking by only fueled the very bad girl inside, the one hidden behind
scars. “Yes. I want to fuck him!” The exclamation made to the entire world,
Kaela wasn’t surprised she received applause.
“That’s more like it. Now let’s get
shopping. There’s little time to make you over, girl.”
The moment Kaela was dragged into
the store she was impressed and could feel the tension ease from her body.
Thumping disco music matched the strobe lights, infusing the entire place with
a rockin’ feel. “Wow.”
“Told ya you’d
like.
Now let’s
get shopping.” Swishing her hips back and forth, Angel moved through the store
in rocket speed, signing over the strains of Donna Summer.
Kaela watched her work, the way she
was overtly comfortable in her commanding and naughty minx kind of manner. She
had to admit she loved the wild woman like a sister.
“Look at this sexy dress, girl!”
Glancing up, Kaela groaned.
“Nothing in chartreuse or bright orange.
I’m not a traffic
cone and somehow I don’t think men from Saudi Arabia will like the teenie
bopper look.”
“Party pooper.
You need color and men just like
sexy. Besides, your Mr. MacGruder’s date, remember?” Giving her friend more
than just a once over, Angel sucked on her index finger. “I’m thinking purple
passion or scarlet. You need a bit of the girls gone wild look. Oh and we’re
getting you fuck me pumps too.”
Date.
Whew, what was she getting herself into? Kaela grinned and leaned against a
rack of clothes. Fuck me pumps? Well, that would be the closest she was going
to get to fucking for a long time.
“Would you ladies like a glass of
wine or champagne?”
Hearing the woman’s velvety voice,
Kaela sighed. “I think I might just have to shop here more often.
“I told you this is a full service
boutique. Except for the cabana boys, Darla, you really need to get some in
here, girlfriend,” Angel quipped.
“On our list,
Angel.
On our list.
How about a nice merlot to
ease you into a sexy evening?”
Darla asked, winding at the two women.
“Sounds perfect to me,” Kaela
breathed.
“Honey, you mean purr-fect don’t
you?” Angel cooed.
One hour and twenty minutes and two
full glasses of wine later and Kaela
was
standing in
front of a mirror, guffawing at herself.
“Holy shit!
I
look hot.”
“Told ya you could actually look
hot, not your usual attire, thank God.” Angel swirled the wine in her glass
before taking a sip.
Smoothing down the flaming red
dress, she sucked in her breath, the effect pushing out her boobs. The
underwire bra was killing her but the look was stellar. One night she could
suffer to look like a sensuous prom queen. “I take offense to that.”
“You mean you resemble that.” Angel
strutted forward, brushing her hand through Kaela’s hair. “A little bit of hair
spray and some teasing and you might just be good to go.”
“And just where are we going?” Kaela
shimmied and the feel of the string in her ass wasn’t as horrible as she
thought it would be. In fact, she kinda liked the very notion of wearing little
of nothing under the skin-tight dress. “And exactly what do you call this
material?” The slippery body hugging slip looked positively wet.
“Pleather and honey, we’re going to
a new club. We’ll have some dinner and check out the eye candy and select the
two or three men we’re going to snack on for the night. Maybe tonight will
loosen you up so you can have fun at this costume party. The deal could be
signed in minutes.”
“Two or three?”
Kaela blushed, her heart racing.
She didn’t think a night on the town was going to loosen her up enough. “I
guess you’re right.”
“Well, that’s a start for me anyway.
We’ll find you a nice mama’s boy accountant type. You know, boring in and out
of bed.” Angel chuckled.
Raising her middle finger Kaela
unzipped the front zipper on the dress, exposing more cleavage.
“There’s that finger again. Now
let’s just if you can tease men as hard as you do your best friend.” Angel
eased behind Kaela and grinned. “Come on into the bathroom. We’ll be good to go
with a little lip and that can of hairspray. Tonight is about a real adventure.
Not the ones you constantly read about. That is if you can let go for once in
your life, be the naughty minx I know you can be. Oh and here are those
handcuffs I mentioned. Oh and here’s the perfect sexy outfit for Saturday.”
Kaela shivered as she glared at the
steel set of cuffs and what could only be described as a Dominatrix in waiting.
The leather and lace bits would barely cover her voluptuous hourglass figure.
“Perfect, eh?
Now for
a special mask to top off the outfit.
After all, Broden needs to
unwrap
his prize,” Angel cooed. “You did say you were going
to seduce him, right?”
Her heart racing, Kaela was certain
she might be going to hell. Now this was a challenge.
****
Broden MacGruder eased out of his
Ferrari and grabbed his briefcase. For a brief second he stood in the darkness,
thinking about the tedious day. Funny enough, he was like a redneck at a
Nascar
event, hot and horny. And the concept of having
multi-million dollar new clients had nothing to do with his condition either.
Sparring was certainly an adrenaline rush, especially with a sexy woman, one so
voluptuous he craved unwrapping the hard candy coating, licking up the sweet
cream inside.
Since when did you become a
Neanderthal?
Since he’d
actually planned the party with her in mind.
Well, the Saudi’s had asked to have
a salacious and very risqué event while they were in town. Who was he to deny
them as he shoved a pen in their hand? Unfortunately he hated parties.
Loathed them.
Hell, the people he’d invited would do nothing
but paw his furniture and his female guests. But he had a date for the evening
and he knew Kaela would seal the deal quickly.