Desires (29 page)

Stacie excused herself, nipping to the toilet to call
Desires, explaining that she was going to be late. Once again she had to put
her social life on hold for her damn job. Stacie wouldn’t mind but the director
had nothing to go home to and was a complete spoilt bitch who always managed to
get her way with everything, regardless of the consequences. Stacie never had
seen eye to eye with her. In fact, she couldn’t stand her. She walked around
like everyone else meant nothing, and she had to be centre of attention. Stacie
really didn’t know why they bothered holding these stupid meetings as she
always won.

She returned to the meeting, staring at the clock,
watching the hands moving, imagining what she could be doing right now to Dan. The
hands ticked to nine o’clock. Still nothing had been resolved. Stacie was no
longer paying any attention to the damn meeting. As far as she was concerned, what
was being said could have waited until Monday. Instead she was sitting here in
this dull, dull, dull meeting, when she could be warm in Dan’s arms. Her
stomach began to rumble—she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. She’d expected to be
wining and dining with Dan now, not listening to people arguing with no
conclusion in sight. Suddenly, one of the girls stood up.

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave.”

Stacie burst into life, standing up with her, “Yes, I
have somewhere I should’ve been almost two hours ago.”

The boss finally got the meeting moving, suggesting a
vote on the issues which had been discussed. Stacie sat back down holding her
head in her hands. Surely this could have happened earlier. It was as if they
were being punished. The vote was made. No one wanted to change the format, so
the director decided to stomp about like a toddler who wasn’t getting her way.
Stacie stood up. She wasn't going to spend any more of this evening listening
to a spoilt cow having a tantrum.

“I really have to go,” Stacie told everyone. She
collected her bag and left the room, ignoring the director’s stunned expression.
Halfway down the corridor, she heard the door open. She cringed. Were they
going to call her back? She glanced over her shoulder, and saw everyone else
streaming out of the room also.

“Good for you, Stacie,” said one of the other girls.
“Thought we were never getting out of there.”

Stacie ran to the car park, and leaped into the car. There
was no time to change, she just wanted to see Dan. She floored it out of the
car park, squealing down the road. Her heart skipped about in her chest and she
grinned the entire journey.

She turned the familiar corner and Desires appeared. She
pulled into the car park, smiling to see a huge lit Christmas tree outside the
porch. Stacie parked her car, then put on the light and checked her reflection
in the mirror. She looked tired. It wasn't surprising, it had been a long day. Maybe
Dan would wake her up. She collected her overnight bag out the boot of her car and
made her way to the main entrance. She punched in the key code and was ready to
open the heavy door as soon as she heard it release. She almost skipped down
the corridor.

“Good evening,” Stacie said, approaching the reception
desk.

“Good evening, Miss Clifford. How are you this evening?”
asked the receptionist. It was one she hadn’t seen before. This one had blonde hair,
tied tightly back. She was wearing a white blouse which plunged at the front,
showing her ample boobs.

“I’m fine, now I’ve finally made it. God, the boss
sometimes,” she said. The young woman smiled at her. Another receptionist came
from out the back office. It was the one who had come out to talk to her out
front after she had stormed off last weekend. She gave Stacie a broad, happy
smile which went on for just a little too long.

“Your bill, Miss Clifford,” she heard the first receptionist
say.

Stacie handed over her credit card. “The feast room is
open for delights this evening,” the woman told her as she processed her
payment. Stacie noticed the other receptionist lick her lips provocatively. “The
booth rooms are both going to be having sessions with couples,” she said,
handing Stacie a sheet with the times on it. “The music hall is holding a ball
tomorrow evening, wasn’t sure if you are interested in going. And the lounge
room is available for pole dancing.”

“
Er
, thank you,” she said,
distracted by the other girl walking sexily back to her desk, holding eye
contact with her. She took hold of her bag and turned to the stairs.

The girl suddenly spoke. “If you need anything, Stacie,
please don’t hesitate to ask me, my name’s Bailey,” she said. “You can ask for
me any time.”

“Thank you, Bailey, I might do that,” Stacie replied cautiously,
continuing toward the stairs.

At the top she glanced back at the receptionist desk
seeing Bailey watching her, she smiled again. Stacie couldn’t make up her mind
about Bailey, something didn’t add up. She dismissed her concerns with a shrug.
Bailey was probably just being nice, as she was the night she talked to her on
the front step.

Stacie continued her journey down the corridor, her
steps becoming lighter and faster as she approached the door. She knocked
lightly and in a matter of seconds the door opened. Stacie saw Dan’s face split
in a glorious smile. Her own lips widened involuntarily and she smiled back.

“Hello,” he said. He stepped forward at the same time
she did and held her in a tight hug, before coming toward her to kiss her on
the lips, a kiss of such sweet deliciousness, Stacie’s knees felt quite wobbly.
She felt his hand relieving her of the bag and he pulled away, gazing down at
her with radiant eyes. “How are you?”

“Wonderful, now I’m finally here.”

“I got your message,” he said, moving into the room. Stacie
followed him, hardly believing she had managed to finally be with him.

“I’m really sorry about making you wait.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was well worth the delay,” he
said, closing the door behind her.

He put her bag on the floor next to the wardrobe and
headed toward the small table, which held an ice bucket with a wine bottle
poking out the top, and two crystal glasses.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind me ordering a bottle,” he
said, popping the cork and filling their glasses.

“No, not at all,” she said, taking the glass from him
and taking a sip. She felt the effects instantly on her empty stomach and
closed her eyes, feeling the warmth spreading through her body.

“Are you hungry?” he said softly.

“Totally starving.”

She drank half the glass then walked to the bedside
cabinet, putting the glass on it. She took off her coat and hung it in the
wardrobe, then started to unpack her bag. She had just hung the final item up when
she felt Dan’s arms creeping round her from behind, stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you starving for?” he asked, his hands moving
from her waist to her hips. She licked her lips and felt her body tremble. She
pressed her body back against his, feeling his body heat through her clothes. His
hands moved forward, sliding over her tummy, and started to unfasten the
buttons of her jacket.

“You look gorgeous, by the way,” he murmured in her ear.
“This whole businesswoman look suits you.” He slid the jacket off her shoulders
and laid it over the end of the bed.

Stacie turned around, missing his touch even for the one
brief second it took for him to come back to her. He was wearing a black shirt
with only one button done up, teamed with black jeans. She grabbed his belt and
pulled him back to her.

His eyes were full of cheek and they glowed, sparkling in
the subtle light. His stubble was just the right length to be sexy and not
scruffy. His hair was slightly tousled and begging to be rumpled. It really
didn’t matter what he wore or the way he looked he still made her go weak.

“There is only one thing I am starving for,” she replied,
pushing him back onto the bed. Off guard, he fell. Stacie lunged forward,
landing on him, her skirt riding up to her waist as she straddled him. It was
time she took control. Stacie took hold of his hands and pulled them up above
his head, restraining him. She stared down at him, then leaned forward, pressing
her lips against his.

Stacie kissed him deeply, tasting him, dipping her
tongue into his mouth, rolling her tongue around his. She’d never been
aggressive in bed, and she began to wonder why not. She sat back up, staring
down at his face. She glanced down at herself. Her suspenders and lace-topped
stockings were fully on show, and it was clear Dan hadn’t missed them either.

All week Stacie had pictured him, impatient to see his
face, craving to have his body respond to hers. She had a sudden urge to ring
Chrissie to say thank you. If it hadn’t been for her Stacie might not be here
with him captured underneath her. But perhaps not right now.

She stared down at him, so glad she had finally got up
the courage to come back. Her whole body tingled with excitement. She clenched
her inner muscles and wriggled, feeling him beneath her. He smiled up at her,
making no effort to free himself. It was clear he was quite enjoying being her
captive. Stacie moved back down onto his lips, kissing him lightly then moved
across his cheek, before proceeding to his ear lobe, nibbling it. She released
his hands, to run her own through his hair, feeling the soft curls as she
kissed his neck. Freed, his hands immediately went down to her thighs,
caressing the skin above her stocking tops. She sat back up and gazed down at
him, trailing her fingers down his chest. She felt his fingers move up, to
caress the crease where her thighs and buttocks joined. She shivered as he came
within a hairsbreadth of her pussy, then wandered away again. Then his hands
grabbed her bottom full on and he flipped her over onto her back, her feet
dangling over the side of the bed.

He knelt over her and pulled her skirt fully up to
expose her satin panties, surrounded by the lacy garter belt. He very
deliberately traced one finger lightly up the satin triangle. Stacie couldn’t
help letting out a moan. He moved across to the suspenders, running his finger
down the elastic to where they joined her stockings.

“Have you been wearing these all day at work?”

Stacie nodded with a grin.

“Have you been thinking about me?”

She nodded again.

“And have you been thinking about what I’d do to you
when I got hold of you?”

“Fuck, yeah,” she breathed, pushing up to him
invitingly. He took hold of her satin panties and slid them down over her
stockings and off her feet, still wearing her high heels.

“Stockings and high heels. Sometimes the old ones are
the best,” he said, as he stared down at her smooth, fresh pussy. She smiled
delightedly as she watched his reaction. She’d shaved the night before. He
knelt down on the floor before her and spread her legs wide, just staring
before he dove in. Stacie reached behind her and grabbed handfuls of the bed
cover as his agile tongue licked and stroked and sucked. His hands cupped her
bottom and he lifted her up to him, as if he were trying to take her whole
pussy into his mouth at once. He flicked his tongue over her clit, then down
her sensitive lips to her pussy entrance, diving in as deep as he could before
coming out and repeating the process.

He kissed down one inner thigh to her stocking top,
before coming back up again and down the other side. He came back to her pussy
and inhaled deeply.

“You smell so good,” he said before burying his head
once more between her thighs.

Stacie wriggled and moaned, her hands blindly opening
and closing. She thrust her pussy shamelessly into his face, feeling her crest
approaching.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, coming up for air. She
wriggled up the bed, her head on the pillows. Dan hovered over her before
taking her face in his hands and kissing her. She could taste herself on him,
that curious tangy sweetness that was like nothing else. He started to unfasten
the buttons of her blouse. Her hands went to his shirt, undoing the one button
that held it shut. He kissed her breasts as he exposed them, rising in creamy
mounds out of her black lace bra. He peeled away one cup, popping her nipple
out, and fastened his mouth over it, while he caressed the other, stroking and
gently squeezing her nipple.

He sat up to take his shirt off, and Stacie took the
opportunity to wriggle out of her blouse and unclip her bra.

“You’re still far too overdressed,” he said, looking
down at her skirt. Stacie lowered the zip and lifted her bottom so he could
pull the skirt off. She went to unfasten the garter belt, but his hand stayed
her. “You can leave that on,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed also?” Stacie said,
eying his jeans.

“Well, why don’t you do something about it?” he said,
kneeling up.

Stacie knelt up to face him, naked but for her garter
belt, stockings and high heels. She pressed her breasts against his chest and
her hand rested on his belt.

“What’s in it for me? Do you have anything interesting
under there?”

“Well, that depends on how you define interesting. Is
this interesting enough for you?” he said, taking her hand and putting it on
his cock. She moved her fingers delicately up and down the length of him,
feeling his girth, his bulk clearly outlined through the denim.