The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (2 page)

W
hat a first-rate fuck
. That’s all that’s goes through The Pretty’s mind as he bangs one of his groupies in the alley outside the gym.

“
R
oman
, that’s your real name, right?” the ginger with big tits asks as The Pretty ejaculates inside her.

R
oman
; a name that befits a modern-day gladiator, with a head chiseled in granite, chest and arms of steel, cock made of iron and thighs as strong as titanium.

R
oman shoves
his prick back inside his pants and zips up. He searches the ground for her panties. He locates them behind the garbage can; where they landed when he ripped them off of her and tossed them.

R
oman kicks
the can aside and snaps up her underwear. “Do you still want these?” he asks.

T
he ginger pulls
them slowly from between his fingers and stuff them into her coat pocket.

“
H
ow about dinner
?” the ginger requests.

R
oman grabs
her by the waist, yanks her towards him. He pins her against the wall as he shoves his tongue down her throat. The ginger wraps her legs around his hips as he aggressively pushes his hand inside her blouse and tugs and squeezes her breasts.

R
oman inserts
three fingers into her mouth. The ginger sucks them as his fingers twirl around her tongue. Saliva saturates his fingers as he pulls them out one hole; and into another.

H
er cunt pulsates
with ripples of pleasure as he spreads her labia and enters her with three fingers. The soft, pink walls of her pussy overflow with her juices and clench around his fingers.

T
he ginger moans
and gyrates her hips front to back as he reaches for her g-spot.

A
l
, The Pretty’s manager and striking instructor, turns the corner into the alley before the ginger reaches climax.

“
R
oman
, you’re late,” he shouts.

A
l is
neither shocked nor surprised at what he witnesses. In fact, it’s not the first time he’s broken up one of Roman’s nasty little trysts in the alley.

R
oman turns
his head towards Al to acknowledge him before he taps the soft, g-spot with his index finger. The ginger convulses in ecstasy.

R
oman allows
her legs to drop to the ground and leans her back up against the brick wall.

“
C
all me
?” she shouts as Roman follows Al into the gym.



“
S
he’s in there
,” Al spouts as he gestures to the office at the top of the stairs. A wall of glass allows management to look down and keep an eye on gym activity. However, today it also serves as an unexpected peep show.

T
he power cord
to Tuesday’s computer dislodges and falls behind her desk. Tuesday hikes up her skirt to allow her to twist in just the right position to retrieve the cord from behind her desk.

T
he Pretty transfixes
on her pale blue lace g-string that struggles to contain her thick, yet well-manicured bush. Still looking up, he walks closer to the window to get a quick glimpse of her pussy.

T
here it is
. Beautiful. Pink. Luscious.

R
oman adjusts
his prick with his hand as it stiffens.

T
uesday grabs
the power cord and stands upright. She uses both hands to shimmy her dress back down into place. She glances down and catches Roman in a dead stare.

H
owever
, neither are embarrassed.

T
he Pretty imagines
what he would do to this woman. He pictures her bent over her executive chair at night, with the g-string pulled to the side to expose her pussy. He pictures biting her ass and licking her divider before he reaches her bloom where he sucks her juices out. He pictures ramming his dick into her warm, soft place as she screams for more.

H
e sees
himself clutch her breasts while he pumps her from behind.

T
he Pretty decides
that this woman up in that office will be his within the hour.

“
D
on’t get any ideas
, Roman,” Al reprimands. She’s your new boss.”

A
l has seen
this look in Roman’s eyes before. It’s different than the looks he gives his easy lays; his groupies. No, this look means Roman sees her as a challenge, and a conquest that will be all the more sweeter than the others.

B
ut as usual
, Roman ignores Al’s advice. Roman glances back up at Tuesday until her eyes meet his once again. Neither breaks the stare as The Pretty takes his time walking up the stairs to her office.

W
ithout a knock
, The Pretty strolls into Tuesday’s office.

T
uesday is a sight
; especially for a musky gym where men sweat by the bucket load.

A
tall drink
of water would describe Tuesday to a point. Roman watches her hand as it glides past her cheek to her slender neck where she adjusts her necklace.

R
oman imagines
what it would be like to touch her radiant skin at this very moment. Would it be cool to the touch, or blazing hot?

H
er blouse is conservative
, yet it clings to her ample breasts that hang slightly lower from a perky position, from their sheer weight. Her waist is taut and her ass abundant.

T
uesday’s ass
ticks four of the five boxes for Roman as it has shape, circularity, bounce and firmness. As for the fifth? Texture; he could only check this box off after hiking her skirt above her hips, spinning her around and inspecting her ass with his mouth and index finger.

A
s for her legs
, Roman will swear they reach the stars.

Y
es
, Tuesday fits Roman’s perfect calculations of an ideal woman.

“
N
ext time
, knock before you enter this office,” Tuesday barks at Roman.

R
oman responds
without his eyes leaving her chest, “That’s not how things work around here.”

T
uesday takes
a seat at her desk and crosses her legs. Though she sits very lady-like, Roman salivates at the thickness of her thighs and the solid shapely calfs accentuated by her five-inch heels.

T
uesday picks
up and slams a book on the desk to get Roman’s attention on business, and off her.

“
M
y uncle was
a good and decent man. However, he was a broke son of a bitch because he allowed people to take advantage of him.”

R
oman pipes in
, “Are you saying I took advantage of Oscar?”

“
H
ave a seat
,” Tuesday says with authority. Roman takes a few moments before he obliges. He hops on the couch and swings his legs on top of the table in front of it.

T
uesday gets
out of her chair and walks over to Roman where he pats the vacant spot next to him.

T
uesday bends
over and uses her hand to swipe his feet off of the table. She then returns to her executive chair behind the desk.

T
uesday continues
, “He died with only this business to his name; a business in the red with IOU’s a mile long. I’ll be changing all that. Starting today, every manager, every fighter, every groupie will have to pay their dues on a weekly basis.”

R
oman stands to his feet
, “Or what?”

T
uesday gives her ultimatum
, ”Or they can find another gym to give them free handouts. It’s as simple as that.”

R
oman walks
around to the back of her desk. He’s in such close proximity to this woman, he can’t help but inhale her intoxicating scent; a scent that could easily be picked up by a breeze and carried several miles away. Her hormone-filled scent overwhelms and takes over his senses. He locks his knees in place to keep them from buckling.

R
oman steps
closer to the back wall and studies the three diplomas Tuesday has already hung up. She has a BA in Economics from Berkley and a double master degrees; one in business from Wharton, and the other in finance, from Yale.

“
O
ne would be impressed
if it weren’t for the fact that you ended up here,” Roman jabs.

T
uesday swivels
around in her chair to face Roman. Her blouse has one unbuttoned notch that reveals a slight glimpse of cleavage. Oh, how he aches to slip his finger down the hollow between her breasts and free them from their tortured existence.

“
I
’m here
because of a promise I made to Oscar. But I won’t hang on to this place if it can’t be brought back into the black in 60 days. After that, I’m free to sell or close this place and start my own business.”

R
oman sits
on the edge of her desk with his legs spread wide enough apart for her to observe the insane bulge between his legs.

S
he notices alright
, “Perhaps one of your groupies would be impressed by your endowment, however, to me it is neither impressive nor inviting.”

T
uesday stands up
, “In this office I demand respect, not cheap theatrics. Understood?”

T
here is
a knock at the door, “Come in,” Tuesday calls out.

A
l walks
in with a box of paperwork, “This is all of it,” he says to Tuesday.

“
P
ut it on the table
,” Tuesday asks. She returns her attention to Roman, “You’re excused.”

R
oman chuckles
to himself out loud as he rises from the desk and heads toward the door. He won’t let her have the last word, “Powder blue…”

“
E
xcuse me
?” Tuesday says to the strange pronouncement.

“
Y
ou’re intimates
. The string between your ass? The lace that hovers near your bush. Powder blue. Goes well with pulsating pink.”

R
oman expects
a shocked reaction from Tuesday. After all, she just said she demands respect when in this office.

I
nstead he receives the dreaded
, no reaction, “Shut the door on your way out,” she says to get rid of him.

R
oman exits
the office and pulls the door closed with a mischievous smile on his face. Tuesday will be a challenge, Roman believes, and there is nothing more than a acquiesced fuck to get the juices flowing.

“
I
s there anything else
?” Al asks.

“
N
othing
. Thank you,” Tuesday says.

B
efore Al leaves
, he speaks on Roman’s behalf, “He’s not always that crude. He’s a hell of a fighter. He’s had to overcome quite a bit to have a taste of glory.”

T
uesday shows a bit of interest
, “Like what?”

A
l moves
in closer to Tuesday, so that he can speak in a softer tone, “He’s never met his father. He’s heard rumors that he’s doing life somewhere. His mother wasn’t much better. He was a foster kid for years before he left those toxic environments. He was invisible and lived on the streets for four years when I found him. He was beating the shit out of some punk who had rolled him for the little bit of cash he had. I bailed him out, and he was left in my care during his probation. I brought him to this gym, introduced him to Oscar. At first he had no discipline, just an insane chip on his shoulder. He would fight like a wild animal with zero technique. It took many months to shape him into the machine he is today.”

“
T
hank you for the information
, Al, but I don’t much care for excuses. Who he is today is who he chooses to be. And all I see is a disgusting, arrogant prick. Goodnight, Al.”

A
l nods
as he walks to the door and shuts it behind him.

T
uesday pulls
the blinds shut in the office for privacy. She kicks off her heels and plops on the couch to go through the paperwork left behind by Oscar.

A
s she relaxes
, she sinks further into the couch and shuts her eyes.

A
slight gust
of wind follows a flick of the light switch to the off position, which surrounds her in total darkness. Tuesday opens her eyes. She’s not scared, just startled.

S
he whispers
, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

T
hough a physical being
, Tuesday has mated with a Shifter, now another being, sometimes invisible to the naked eye, yet fully capable of pleasing a woman. This Shifter has a ravenous appetite tonight.

T
uesday seductively licks
her lips as the Shifter straddles her on the couch and methodically unbuttons her blouse. Her breasts heave up and down with anticipation as he transfixes his eyes on her.

T
he Shifter reaches
around and unhooks her bra at the same time he pulls her skirt down to her ankles. This Shifter can call upon the use of two wings, two hands and all five senses to please a woman.

T
uesday arches
her back as the Shifter spreads her legs.