Love or Lust

TWO

I AM LED through the second floor to a private elevator that displays only two floors above, the third floor and the rooftop. Being alone with the guard in this elevator, I begin to wonder who exactly this "client" is and if he has a weird kink for rooftop sex. Thankfully, the elevator stops on the third floor.

This floor is much more quiet and I can only hear a faint thumping of music from the floors below. Nobody is milling about unlike the floors below. I feel a little chilly, goosebumps rising on my arms. The bulky, straight faced, bald guard who accompanied me from downstairs leads me past a few doors to the last door on the floor. I can tell just from looking at the door that it was made of heavy, strong oak.

The guard knocks once and a clicking sound is heard. A deep husky voice calls out; "Come in" and the guard steps aside, gesturing for me to go in.

I calm myself for the millionth time today and turn the steel handle open. The door closes behind me once I step in and my eyes immediately sweep around the large space. The lighting of the room is dim, two plush brown leather sofas are arranged opposite each other with matching armchairs on opposite ends. A brown marble coffee table with gold embellishments sits in the centre atop a soft, small black rug. There is a large television hanging on the wall, flower vases placed in corners, and aesthetically pleasing art frames decorating the gray and white walls. The same deep, husky voice as earlier calls out to me.

"Turn around, let me look at you." My body obeys instantly as I come face to face with him.

"Come closer. Let me see you." He repeats, his finger curving to signal to me. I am shaky on the inside but my movements are confident, my hips naturally swaying as I walk towards him. He is seated behind a large mahogany desk, floor to ceiling windows showcasing the city of New York is spread out like an artwork behind him. My eyes roam over his body, a picture of masculinity and sexiness, and I slightly gasp at how handsome he is.

His head is full of shiny dark wavy hair, curling around his ears, and falling down to his neck, framing his angular face. His eyes are a dark green, so intense as if he can see right into my soul. His brows are rounded thick and slightly arched. His lashes are the same too, full and long, and when he blinks, they rest atop his prominent cheekbones. His jawline is sharp and pronounced, decorated with a slight stubble that accentuates pretty pink, full and wide bow lips. His skin tone is something between caramel, bronze and gold.

He is dressed in a short sleeved black polo that exposes the full sleeve tattoo on his left hand. I cannot make out the whole thing but I notice the tiger crest tattooed on his inner wrist. Tucked into his shirt are black work pants, and a lowball glass supported by his right hand rests on his thick thigh. The other hand is free of tattoos.

"You done checking me out?" He asks, his
eyes gleaming with mirth, his lips curved up in a smile. His voice is softer now, less husky, more raspy and I watch as he downs the rest of his drink in one gulp, depositing the glass at the end of the desk.

"I - I - ..." I stammer with a blush and a smile of my own.

"Lift up your dress. Let me see." He commands. He has switched back to that deep husky baritone that washes across my skin like velvet. I shudder with anticipation, as my hand lifts to my thighs.

"Show me darling. Stop teasing me." His words are honey dipped temptation, and I would literally do anything he asks of me in this moment.

Slowly, I lift up my dress, exposing my legs and thighs, and I don't stop till my dress is resting on my hips. I am only wearing a black lacy thong underneath which barely counts as a thong at this point because my full ass has swallowed the material. The way he is looking at me with those sexy, lazy eyes, his lower lips tucked into his mouth, makes me damp already. I feel sexy and beautiful, barely worried about of my lack of thigh gap or the light brown stretch marks that decorate my ass and thighs.