NoEasyWayOut (2 page)

She was the golden girl of the team. She was moved into a
bigger office all her own and she was given an assistant too—only an intern but
an assistant nevertheless.

She met with Daniel once a week and he was polite, charming and
not at all difficult or demanding. He flirted all the time but he was rich,
handsome, charming and sophisticated so she flirted right back. Why not? It was
all part of her job. You couldn’t do PR without charming the clients. And it
made a nice change for someone to flirt with her so openly.

She didn’t know why other people said Daniel was difficult
or went on about how he had a bad track record with contracted employees or
looked a bit sorry for her when she said who her main client was. She wasn’t
complaining. Life was good.

Katie had spent days moaning that it wasn’t fair and if only
she’d not mentioned the balloons she’d have Ruthanne’s office—she’d be sitting
at the big desk, she’d be asking her intern to bring her coffee instead of
getting it herself. Katie was so used to being the one who was chosen,
especially where men were involved. They could never seem to resist her round
blue eyes and doll-like face.

“You are pleased for me, though, aren’t you?” Ruthanne had
asked.

“Yes,” said Katie a bit begrudgingly. Then she had gone on
again about the waiter in great detail as if to say
well at least I’ve got a
handsome boyfriend.

Ruthanne shrugged. She was too busy at the moment to care
really.

It wasn’t long after that Daniel had asked her to do
something odd. It had just seemed like a bit of fun at the time even if it went
wrong and that wasn’t Daniel’s fault, was it?

He’d approached her before the main meeting, where he was
going to speak to a group of departmental heads and she hoped include a lot of
complimentary references to the work she had done for him.

“I hate these meetings, don’t you?” he’d whispered to her. “Full
of these boring types. Not like you or me. We’re different, aren’t we?”

She’d nodded eagerly. She wanted him think she was special.

“Would you like to make the meeting rather more enjoyable?”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “We could have a little fun, just you and me.”

She’d nodded, not really knowing where he was going with
this but enjoying the feeling that he felt she was special.

“What color panties are you wearing?” His breath was hot on
her ear and he gripped her wrist tightly so she couldn’t move away.

She’d giggled, a little shocked that he’d asked. So this was
what he meant by fun. “I’m not telling you.”

“Tell me. Please?” He looked quite innocent, like he really
wanted to know and as if she were being really mean not telling him. “Don’t be
boring.”

She definitely didn’t want him to think she was boring and
what harm could it do? It was just adult banter, a little sexy fun and she didn’t
want him to lose interest in her. “Red.”

“I want them.”

“What do you mean?” She stepped away but he pulled her back
in toward him.

“Take them off. And give them to me. “

She’d laughed then and pulled back but she couldn’t seem to
get away.

He was still smiling at her like it was a great joke. “Come
on. Slip them off and give them to me. It will make the meeting much more
interesting. Please. For me. I am the client. You’re supposed to make me happy.”

He was joking, wasn’t he, when he said that? Looking back
now she knew he wasn’t but then she’d just thought it was flirtatious banter
rather than a completely serious reminder of her position.

“Go on. Go into the powder room now, take them off and pass them
to me. I’ll put them in my pocket. No one will ever know.”

“All right.” She agreed reluctantly, wanting him to like her
and suddenly afraid he wouldn’t if she said no. It took just seconds and she
had her little silky red panties tightly folded in her hand.

He was waiting in the corridor. He smiled at her and she
nodded. He held out his hand and she checked there was no one else around
before handing them over. Instead of putting them in his pocket straight away
he unfolded them, shook them out and held them up in front of him, looking at
them and then looking at her. “Very nice. Very, very sexy. How does it feel?”

He looked toward her skirt, which was a lot shorter than she’d
have chosen if she’d known she was going to go commando.

“Cool,” she said laughing.

“You are amazing.” He pocketed her panties. “I’m going to be
thinking about this all the way through this dull meeting. Aren’t you?”

She nodded.

They went into the meeting room and she took a seat at the
table. The others arrived, chatting, sorting out their papers, checking their
messages. Gradually the room filled. The first part was dull, just finances but
Daniel kept looking at her, catching her eye and she knew what he was thinking.
She saw his hand in his pocket a few times and knew he was touching her
panties. Somehow, the thought made her feel good. She crossed her legs tightly,
trying to subdue the little flicker of arousal she felt.

Finally it was his turn to speak. He stood in front of the
window and addressed the meeting. He mentioned her name three times in the
first few minutes. This was going well. She knew that Ian and the other
departmental heads would be impressed. Then he said, “In fact, Ruthanne, please
join me here. I need you to clarify some of these issues and no one can do it
like you.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want everyone looking at her,
not when she was going commando.

“I insist. Come up here and join me.”

She couldn’t think of way to refuse without it looking odd
and ungracious. She stepped up next to him and he smiled at her. He directed a
few questions to her and she addressed the group, thinking she was going to get
away with this. No one was looking at her strangely but of course no one could
tell her panties were in the pocket of the man standing next to her.

Then Daniel spoke again. He picked up the clicker to start
the slideshow on the projector and dropped it. “Ruthanne, could you grab that
for me? Your knees are younger than mine.” A few of the older people laughed.

Ruthanne stared up at him beseechingly. She couldn’t bend
down, not in this micro skirt with no panties on.

“Ruthanne, would you mind?” he said again.

How could she say no? She sank down, bending her knees,
trying desperately to stop her skirt riding up. Where was the damn thing? She
scrabbled on the floor, reaching out for it, knowing with a sinking feeling
that if anyone were looking, they would be getting an eyeful just about now.

She glanced up and saw Daniel watching her, a spark of
satisfaction in his eyes. She stood again and handed him the clicker. Most
people were looking at Daniel or the screen or taking advantage of the brief
pause to check their phones but she saw a couple of men gazing at her.

One grinned widely and winked at her and the other man just
looked startled, as if it still hadn’t sunk in what he’d actually seen. She got
through the rest of the meeting in a haze.

At the end, the man who had winked at her came right up to
her and said, “Very nice presentation. I wouldn’t have minded seeing a bit
more.” He handed her his card. “I always need some good PR. I have a very big
contract but from what I’ve seen I think you could handle it.” He grinned
again.

Ruthanne slipped his card into her pocket, smiled blankly
and turned away. How could Daniel do that to her?

Afterward she wanted to give Daniel a piece of her mind but
he started talking before she could. “Ruthanne, Ruthanne. I am so sorry. I
forgot you were indisposed. I do hope no one saw anything untoward when you
bent down. Imagine all those men seeing a flash of your naked—well…it doesn’t
bear thinking about. What must they have thought of you? Let me make it up to
you. Reynard’s? Could you put up with going on another date there with me?
Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up.”

And just like that she’d said yes, flattered and delighted,
especially as he’d called it a date. She quite forgot how angry she was with
him. Stupid, she thought later on, she should have stopped everything then,
reported him to Ian and passed him on to someone else.

If only she’d known that this was barely the start of what
he’d convince her to do—the games he played, the devices he used, the way he
pushed her to the limits of pleasure and pain and how he made her do things she
never should have done. She would have finished it then, wouldn’t she? But she’d
been so dazzled by the prospect of another dinner at Reynard’s, by him calling
it a date and by wanting to keep her most important client happy. And maybe a
little part of her had enjoyed it too and wanted to see what else would happen.

She had left work early the next day to go shopping and then
she spent two hours getting ready. Even if she said it herself, she looked
great. She had new underwear, bought with him in mind—who knew when he’d ask to
see her panties? A new dress, quite low-cut at the front and not the kind of
thing she would usually wear at all. Killer heels, stockings of course—and she
spent way too much on getting her hair done. But it was worth it. She had never
looked better.

* * * * *

“Wow,” said Daniel when he saw her. “You look amazing.”

He had picked her up in a different car, driving this one
himself—a low-slung sporty model that made a satisfying throaty roar when he
accelerated.

This is my life now. Being driven in expensive cars to
expensive restaurants by a handsome rich guy who thinks I look amazing. This is
the life I always dreamed about
.

He kept staring at her all through dinner. A few other
diners waved at him and the people at the next table kept trying to catch his
eye but he didn’t seem to notice anyone else. He just kept his eyes on her all
night. He flattered her, made her laugh, complimented her, teased her. He was
so confident and self-assured.

She knew she was drinking too much but he kept filling up
her glass and not his own. But what the hell.
It isn’t every day a man like
Daniel takes you to a restaurant like this.

He drove her home and parked outside her apartment block.

She had expected him to ask to come in and she was drunk
enough to want him to—even on this, their first proper official date—but he
didn’t.

He turned off the engine and looked at her. “I like you. I
really like you. Me and you—we could make a great team.”

Ruthanne believed him, wondering if that meant that he saw
her as a potential life partner.

“If you’re open-minded and enjoy a little bit of fun,” he’d
added.

Fun, she remembered thinking, a bit drunk and hazy but she
was definitely fun.

“You were great in that meeting.” He reached out and stroked
the side of her neck. “It was the most enjoyable meeting I’ve had for a while.”
He laughed.

She had laughed too. It all seemed like a game now rather
than something she’d been angry about—something that could have ruined her
reputation at work and made her a laughingstock.

“I like a girl who can take a few risks. A girl who isn’t
dull and conventional.”

She’d nodded, her head spinning a little now from the
champagne. He was still stroking the side of her neck and she leaned into his
hand wanting him to touch her more.

“But what about at the end?” he said. “I think you had an
admirer.”

She laughed. “I think he saw a bit much.” It seemed funny
now although she’d been so embarrassed at the time.

“And what did he give you?” Daniel asked.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie.” He was still smiling but his voice seemed
harder.

She remembered. “His card. He wanted me to call him.”

“I bet he did,” said Daniel. “But you’re not going to, are
you?”

“Of course not.”

“No. Because you work for me and only me.” He held her chin
in his hand and stared into her eyes and she thought he was going to kiss her.
But he gripped it tightly. “You’re mine. Remember that.”

The he smiled again and stroked her neck. “You look
beautiful. Really so lovely.”

“Thanks.” She was a little stunned by his jealousy. Did that
mean he thought they were dating properly like a couple? Should she feel
pleased?

“Take off your panties, Ruthanne.”

She jerked her head up and stared at him. It was one thing
in the office or in public where there were too many people around for anything
to happen. But here it was just the two of them. And he hadn’t even kissed her
yet.

She shook her head, smiling.

“Come on. Don’t disappoint me. You’ve done it once already.”
There was an edge of impatience in his voice. “I’m waiting.”

She didn’t want him to get mad again. She felt she’d already
let him down a bit by taking the man’s card. She wanted him to be happy, to
feel like he could rely on her, to call her beautiful again.

She reached down and wriggled her way out of her panties,
trying to cover herself with her skirt and aware of him watching her closely.
She kept her head down, not wanting to look him in the eye. She handed her
panties over to him.

He took them, looking at them then raising them to his face
and breathing in deeply. “I can smell you. And now I want to touch you.”

He raised his hand to her face and rubbed two fingers across
her mouth then pushed them inside. She felt his fingers on her tongue, not
knowing what he was doing. He pushed his fingers farther in and she widened her
eyes. Then he pushed them in and out, in and out.

“Suck,” he said and she tightened her mouth around his
fingers, sucking as he pushed them in and out with her panties still in his
hand, not taking his eyes of her face. Then he pulled his fingers out, hooking
them over her lower teeth and pulling her mouth wide open. “Stay like that. With
your mouth open.” He lowered his hand. “Legs open too. Pull up your skirt and
open your legs.”

She felt mesmerized not knowing what he was going to do but
knowing she wanted him and more than anything she wanted him to want her. It
felt like a test and she wanted to pass. She shifted in her seat, hitching up
her dress, separating her thighs, aware of the cool air between her legs.

His hand went between her thighs.

She could see the desire and the concentration on his face. She
knew he wanted her. She opened her legs a little bit wider. She felt a pulse of
electricity as he touched her, his hand brushing against her most private
parts.

“My fingers are wet.” He stroked across her outer lips. She
felt her clitoris stiffen and tingle, the blood rushing to it as he stroked
across her. Then he pushed two fingers inside her, suddenly and hard, making
her gasp and tense up.

“Mmmh, tight. Very tight.” He watched her face as he thrust
in and out hard and fast. She gasped, catching her breath and not knowing if
she wanted to push against him, driving his fingers deeper into her or pull
away. “Keep your mouth open,” he said. She rested her head back against the
seat and opened her mouth, half closing her eyes.

“Everything open.” He used his other hand to pull her knees
even wider apart. “I want you all open to me. That’s better. I like the way you
look. Very sexy, very sexy indeed.”

He held his fingers inside her, twisting them, flexing his
fingers apart, stretching her inside, making her moan again. Then he brought
his thumb onto her throbbing clitoris and started to stroke over it gently. “Do
you like this, Ruthanne?”

She nodded, not meeting his eyes, pushing against him and
wanting him to touch her harder, to press into her, to make her come.

But he just kept stoking gently. “You are so wet.” He twisted
his fingers again then returned to the gentle insistent stroking of her clit.

She moaned and tried to push harder against his hand.

“Naughty. All in good time.” Then he pulled his hand away
from her and thrust the two fingers into her mouth.

She gagged and pulled away, trying to get them out of her
mouth but he held her head with his other hand. “Suck them, Suck my fingers. Taste
yourself.”

He was gripping her face tightly, almost painfully—forcing
her to take his fingers, dripping wet with her juices, into her mouth. “Play
nicely. Or we won’t play at all.” His voice was light and teasing but with a
hint of threat as if she didn’t do this that would be the end not just of the
moment but of their whole relationship.

Maybe I’m just being uptight. Maybe this is the kind of
thing Daniel’s type—rich, successful, privileged women—do all the time.
She
relaxed her jaw obediently and licked at his fingers, tasting herself rich and
sweet, the taste filling her mouth. There was something about giving into him,
about doing what he wanted, that she was enjoying.

“That’s better.” He pushed his fingers in and out of her
mouth. “And now you get your reward.”

His other hand was between her legs again and this time he
went straight for her clit, seeking it out with his fingers and thumb, pinching
at it and stroking it. She moaned over the fingers still filling her mouth and
pushed her hips forward, opening her legs even wider. He pulled at her clit, tugging
it and its little hood gently away from her body, then pushing it back and
grinding it against her.

She felt so aroused, so ready to come.

Then he put the pads of his three fingers flat on her clit
and rubbed firmly and insistently over it. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes” she said thickly, his fingers still filling her mouth.

“Where are your manners? Say please or I might stop.”

She didn’t want him to stop. His hand was moving rapidly
now, rubbing from side to side over her wet clit. She was so close. She knew
she was going to come soon.

“Please.” Her body was already tensing up, the orgasm
building,

“What did you say?” His voice was calm.

“Please, please.” And then she was coming, grinding her hips
against his hand, crying out, her back arching against the seat, almost gagging
on the fingers still in her mouth as the orgasm tore through her. She bucked up
against his hand, pushing it harder and harder against her with each wave,
again and again.

She sank back against the seat and breathed again.

He took away his hands, pulling some wet wipes out of the
glove box and fastidiously cleaned his hands.

“You are a dirty girl. You loved it, didn’t you?”

She nodded, too spent to say anything.

“Good. I think we’re going to have fun together. Now get out
and go home. Sweet dreams.”

She felt dismissed. “Don’t you…” She hesitated, wanting to
ask if he wanted pleasuring.

He smiled. “No. I’ve had quite enough fun for one night. You
can owe me one.” He got out of the car and came around to her side and opened
the door.

She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her nakedness and
got unsteadily to her feet, still shaky from her orgasm.

He helped her out of the car. “Thank you for a wonderful
evening.” He leaned forward and delicately kissed her forehead. “Go on, then. Off
you go.” He waited while she went up the stairs and into her apartment block,
then she heard his car door close and the car start and drive away.

She remembered she had undressed and fallen into bed,
feeling satisfied in one way but let down in another, like he had used her
somehow even though she was one who had taken the pleasure. Somehow it all felt
wrong.