CLOSE THE DRAPES

III THREE

I WATCH as his hand clenches around the armrests of the chair once again.

He's done it so many times, I'm starting to think its intentional, as I look on. I study the vicious veins in his arms, avoiding his eyes.

I bet they match the veins on his dick. The thought makes my body tingle and my breath falter.

I don't even pretend to ignore the band resting on the fingers of the hand I'm studying. After the initial shock of the situation wears off, the ring doesn't quite matter anymore. In fact, I shiver with the thought of what the cold material would feel like if he were to wrap his hand around my throat.

As my father holds his attention I allow my eyes to flit up to his face in an attempt to get another look of his face.

That face.

He turns quickly and we make eye contact, before I quickly look away in sight of anything else but him. The only thing I manage to is Willow and the irony of the situation doesn't allude me. She flits me a small smile in question, and then directs her attention back to my father. My dirty, gutter of a mind, is having trouble focusing on anything except how many surfaces Vincetti could slam me on, in this very office.

Vincetti clears his throat, directing my attention back to him. He looks at me for a few seconds and then clenches his hand again, flitting with his diamond ring. He has a prideful look on his face as he looks down at it. I then realize he's misinterpreted my staring for amazement at the damn diamond, and I almost fail to stifle a laugh.

I hope the lust in my gaze is enough to convey what I was really interested in as I shift in my seat. He looks up and our eyes meet once again. I see the shock as he correctly inteprets the look in my eyes, and they widen as he starts to study me.

Really study me.

He starts at my lips, quickly shifting to my freckled shoulders and I praise myself for the camisole top I thought to throw on this morning in my rush. His eyes are darkening the longer they stay on my peeking breasts that sit pretty amongst the red lace. As his eyes move downwards, I take the self praise back a moment later for not wearing a skirt to match.

His gaze suggests everything I was thinking about earlier, and it makes me inwardly smile with glee. He turns his head at the mention of my name from my father.

"......yes exactly Willow. Darlene?"

I'm stumped and have know idea what they're referring to but I nod anyways, as I finally will myself to focus.

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I plop down on the couch in my living room with a sign. Shortly after gaining my attention at the meeting, it was all business between the three others and I in the room.

My thoughts flicker to one of those certain people and our brief eye-fucking exchange. His ability to look at me like that and then focus on the benefit of his career, both turned me on and earned my admiration all at once.

That was the type of man I needed, knowing the line between business and pleasure. Not to mention he was obviously older, which meant experienced and my thighs clenched at the thought.

Lucky bitch. My thoughts flickered to Willow.

He obviously loved her to some extent if he was marrying her, but that didn't bother me.

I didn't need him to love me, I just needed him to fuck me.

And I'm pretty sure his dick was still functional, even if he would have a wife. I pick up my phone with the intention of doing something to quench the horniness floating around in here.

"Hello?"

"Ben, come over?"

Ben was one of the few people I tolerated in my personal life, due to his relation with my best friend and his amazing sex drive, something I desperately needed right now.

"No Darlene. Fuck no. I'm tired of doing extreme parkour to come see you." He's referring to Dad's paranoid behavior of having 24-hour watch at every entrance of the house, which apparently included the one between my legs, since I wasn't allowed to have any boys in my bedroom.

"Please, Ben. I need you right now."

He scoffs. "But when I want a quickie at school, suddenly you're busy."

"But Ben........"
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Around 20 minutes later I hear the tell-tale knock on the window as Ben creeps into my room. He pushes his rather long jet-black hair out of his face, as he smirks in greeting. Looking into his muddy brown eyes I chastise him quickly,

"We need to be done in an hour, school tomorrow."

"Since when have you ever cared about school?" he asks. The question offends me more than normal considering the quickie on campus I agreed to to get him to come over, actually showed his lack of care for it.

As he stalks over, I push him down quickly climbing on top to straddle him and his impressive length.  I grind down with a moan and answer, "Since I want enough time to get back home to take a nap before my internship."

My thoughts flicker to the man who had the idea of said internship as Ben pushes down my bra, releasing my breasts. He quickly flicks his tongue across the buds on my chest, making me pant as I push further into his mouth.

I feel bad immediately for thinking of Vincetti instead of the man actually responsible for my current pleasure, scolding myself silently. His strong hands grip my freckled thighs as he flips us over, discarding clothes leaving my top half naked. I watch him strip out of his jeans with a curious expression and then he asks, "Internship?"

I don't answer at first out of sheer excitement as my underwear is dragged below my knees and my legs spread apart.

I finally ready my response, just as Ben slides into me with a rasp,

"Fuckkk, Dar."

I clench at the intrusion and respond,

"Y-yeah Internship."
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