The Seductress (On Hold)

The Seductress

The large wooden doors shut without a sound, as was to be expected in such a prestigious establishment. I took off my fur stole and placed it on the plush white leather next to my Prada clutch. I turned to face the old man who watched me with hunger in his eyes. 

"Well, Mr Montgomery, it seems like we have each other all to ourselves now."

Leroy Montgomery, chairman of Montgomery Real Estates, the second most succesful real estate firm in the country, pounced on me. One Givenchy suit-clad arm hooked around my waist, the other ran up and down my body, groping and squeezing the fleshy areas. 

Leroy Montgomery, rated as the 15th most influential man in the US of A, according to Forbes, was a sloppy kisser. He slobbered all over my mouth, obviously not very skilled with the art of French Kissing; his tongue licked and swirled disgustingly in my mouth. I faked moaning and gasping, pretending to be aroused by the abuse to my mouth and lips. The geezer left my lips bruised and moved to my jaw, trailing saliva across my jaw. Was this his definition of erotic? Nonetheless, I clung onto his Givenchy arms, moaning and begging him not to stop, even as my mind pleaded for this torment to stop. But my traitorous body soon demanded attention, my libido slowly awakening under his probing, and ameteur, hands.

Soon, the pretenses fell away and all I could think of was satiation. A Rolex-ed palm found my mounds and squeezed one painfully, making me cry out in pain, but moreso in carnal need. The arm around my waist went up and fumbled with the zipper of my dress, and I made the decision of playing it up  a bit. 

Not too gently, I pushed Leroy away from me, stepping out of his greedy arms. The geezer stmbled, his arms flailing for awhile in the space I had just been in, the bourbon and the drug tampering with his thought processes. I saw this and smirked. Perfect.

I turned on my heel and walked to the middle of the suite. Making sure my back faced him, I pulled down the zipper of my crimson gown agonisingly slowly. Looking over my shoulder, I was satisfied to see the multimillionaire panting, a bump growing in the middle of his trousers. The satin slipped off my shoulders and my breasts, and I hugged myself to prevent it from slipping further. I turned around to face Mr Montgomery, who was sweating profusely now. The dress pooled around my arms, barely covering my chest which glistened in the dim lights. I removed my hand from around my waist and the red dress fell in a puddle at my feet, leaving me in my lace bra and panty and my black stilletos.

No amount of dabs and swipes of an embroidered handkerchief seemed to remove the sheen of sweat on the old man's face. Just to turn the heat up a notch, I ran a hand from my pelvic bone to my neck, squeezing my breast as I passed it. This little strip show was really turning me on, heat pooling precariously at the junction of my legs. I lifted both my hands to the back of my head, removing the pins that held up my intricate hairdo, letting my brunette hair cascade down my back.

I made my way to the old man, who'd settled into the couch, nursing a glass of bourbon. making sure I put more sway in my steps, I came to stand in front of him, letting him admire my perfect figure. It wasnt a question of self-righteousness, rather I knew my redeeming feautures and how they affected the people around me. A woman's figure was one of her greatest assets, and if she knew how to use it properly, she could conquer anything. And anyone.

I lifted a leg onto the sofa, brushing Mr Montgomery's suit, giving him full view of the piece of black lace that covered my most sensiive part. I leaned forward and licked his upper lip where sweat glistened. The smell of borubon and Old Spice threatened to overwhelm me, but I fought against it.

I took the glass of bourbon from his wrinkling hands and in one of the most erotic things I'd ever done, I poured the contents onto my raised thigh, letting it drip down my leg, kissing my toes, staining the white leather beneath my foot. In a sultry voice, I whispered into his ear,"Please drink from me," nibbling his earlobe at the end of the sentence.