The Curve

Two

Shawn

First, I was shocked to even see her here. Second, it shocks me even more when she bounces on the stage. But what came next I would have never put even a thought to.

My personal assistant, Destiny Grams, starts dancing like this was her damn job and not that she actually worked in an office for me.
The way she moved her body impressed me amongst other things.

She got cheers from everyone. Men threw bills at her, cheering her on. But she wasn't even fazed.
She was more into the music then what was going on in the crowd. I liked how she was shaking her ass to the first song, but when she danced to the second one, my dick got hard and my mouth watered.

She got down and arched her back, twerking her ass in the air. When I saw them throw more money in the air I wanted to shut this whole damn place down, permanently. Or better yet march up there and pull her ass off that fuckin stage.
But I do nothing. I just watch her. She was hypnotizing. Always had been.

From the moment she walked into my office as a temp, I've wanted her. Destiny was a walking sexual harassment lawsuit, and she didn't even know it. Or maybe she did. Shit, that's why I kept her close. Made sure she didn't keep a boyfriend because she was always on business trips with me. Hell, I didn't even need her most of the time. She was only needed for my legitimate businesses, the dirty work was mine and mine alone. I just made it to where I did need her as much as I could.

I was always mean to her. Bossing her around and shit, I mean if I was too nice it would raise a few brows. I made sure she wouldn't quit though. I paid her more than what was normal. Yet if I had known she was like this, I would have been taken her for myself.

She twirls her head and ends up right in front of me. Looking me dead in my eyes.
Surprised she blinks not believing what she's seeing.
"Mr. Sanders?!?!"
I say nothing.
She gets up, brushing her dress down and walks off stage like nothing happened.
Music still going.
Two girls run after her.

"You know her, Shawn?" my best friend Bentley looks over at me and asks. But his gaze goes back the three women rushing out the entrance. Recognition growing clear. Did he know her?
"She's my assistant" I say.
Watching his face closely, trying to see if I'd just imagine my best friend with a longing look towards my future girl.
He blinks a few times before turning back to me.
"Do you mean the assistant you've been in love with for the last three years??!?!" The wheels are turning in his head and he has this shitty grin forming on his face. I reach in my pocket pulling out my wallet, dropping a hundred on the table and get up to leave. Bentley is right behind me.

"Your assistant is a stripper?"

"I'm warning you." I look back at him. The amusement on his face had me ready to punch him in his mouth. He puts his hands up in the air.

"Whoa man. It's just what was I suppose to say. She was up there like she does this every night." He laughs. "What about her friends?" He chuckles.

I did warn him once. I don't repeat myself.
I punch my best friend right in his nose. My fist connects. His head goes back and he goes down, he was asking for it.

I turn back around and keep walking. Leaving him to pick himself up. He should have kept his fucking mouth shut.
When I exit the club and make my way to my truck, Bentley is coming out holding his nose with his handkerchief.
Serves him right.
When he gets in. He looks over at me with a bloody smile.

"I'll let you pass on that one this time Bro, but next time I'm hitting back."
I snort, he only wishes he could kick my ass. I'm bigger and taller. That fight wouldn't even be fair.
"So that's her, huh?" he leans his head back to stop the bleeding.
"Yeah, that's her."
"And you just let her dance like that in front of all those men?!"
I shrug my shoulders. He's right. I should have snatched her ass off that stage.
"You've got patience I'll give you that." he shakes his head.
"She's pretty." He says.
I give him a look.
He grins.
"Don't compliment her."
Bentley laughs.
"Damn man, you got it bad."
He's right, for Destiny I do.
Replaying her on that stage in my head. My dick twitches.
I need to get home so can think about her in peace.

I dropped a laughing Bentley off at his house and sped home. Once I've showered and changed into some sweats, picked up my phone, I looked for possible entertainment for tonight and ended up calling Bianca.
It's not long before she's at my door in what I ask for.
Her brown hair is in a tight ponytail, a long coat with what should be nothing underneath, and nine-inch heels.
She smiles at me. She's no Destiny, having nowhere near the curves on her that my Destiny has. But Bianca is here for a means to an end.

"Hey stranger." She slithers her way in.
She knows what to do. She unwraps her coat and drops it to the floor. But I don't see Bianca. I imagine its Destiny. She turns around on her heels. Playing with her ponytail. Licking her full lips.

"Well? You wanted to play" she says. I close the door and walk over to her. Admiring all of her. Her dark chocolate skin. Her plump breast. Needy nipples waiting for my attention. I give it to her. Reaching out I lightly squeeze her nipple, giving it a slight twist. She moans out. I take my other hand bringing to the back of her head. I pull her ponytail, lightly yanking her head back. I nibble her neck. She vibrates with approval. Pulling her as close to me as possible, I grab a handful of her thick ass. Pressing her hard into my hard dick.
She sighs out of her want.

"Let me taste you," she says to me. I look up. She takes me by my hand leading me to the couch. I watch her ass jiggle as she walks. I might be drooling. I don't care. I sit down. She gets down on her knees between my legs. She pulls my sweats down enough. My dick jumps out. She smiles up at me. She doesn't waste any time, she puts me in her mouth. I shut my eyes tight. The feeling of me in her mouth, it's almost too much. She starts off slow but speeds up after a moment. Massaging my balls. She hums when she shoves me to the back of her. That alone almost had me. She does that a few more times and I know I won't make it. She pops me out of her mouth and starts to suck on my balls while jacking me off. I'm clawing at the couch. I was trying to get control of myself. Destiny did things to me.

She feels my dick jump and sucks me back into her mouth. Ready for my load. Bobbing her head up and down at a sloppy fast pace. I see black and white circles behind my eyelids. I cum so hard. When I come down from the best head I've ever had, I look down at Destiny. But she's gone. In her place is Bianca smirking up at me. Wiping her lips.
"I knew you missed me," she says.
I'm instantly pissed.
I pull my sweats up and get up almost knocking Bianca to the floor. I take her arm and walk her to the door.
"HEY!! I thought you liked it!?" she shrieks.
I yank her coat off of the ground and shove it at her.
I snatch the front door open and look her dead in her eyes so that she doesn't try to protest.
"Get out."
She looks pissed. Tears threatening to leak out. But she doesn't say anything. She walks out, slipping her coat over her thin naked body. I slam the door on her. Frustrated as hell. I walk into my bathroom to take another shower, wash the girl off of me.
I've got to do something about this Destiny situation. I can't keep going on like this. Fantasizing about her with other girls. Waking up with the worse hard-on because of dreams about her. This shit was crazy.
Tomorrow was the end of this. I was either going to have her or...
No, I was going tohave her there was no room for any rejection.