Mark was in the middle of a quarterly property inspection when Anna rang. He glanced down at the withheld caller ID, and since he had no idea who might be on the other end, excused himself and left the room. Behind him the tenants fidgeted anxiously.
He was surprised to discover who was calling. There were no issues with her apartment, at least none he knew of. The tenants he’d found paid regularly and on time. He tensed, wondering what drama was about to unfold. When she explained she was considering buying another property, he breathed a sigh of relief and switched on the charm.
He was a good salesperson, especially with women. Not so with men, although he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps his own sex found him too much of a threat, being an alpha male and all that. Anyway, with just as many females getting into investment property these days, he had little to worry about.
Anna wanted to meet up. To get his input before committing herself. Smart lady. No one understood the residential investment market like a property manager. And that being his field, he considered himself one of, if not the best.
He agreed to meet her the following day. He attempted to suggest a time later that evening, but apparently she was busy.
Playing hard to get, more like.
Remembering the first time they’d met, he sighed with satisfaction. He’d asked casually if she would fancy a drink with him. Of course, he hadn’t been surprised when she’d refused. She was way out of his league.
How things change. Now she was the one running after him.
Tomorrow then.
Fuck! He was supposed to be seeing Shelley. He’d better call her, tell her something had come up. Easing the crotch of his jeans to prevent his cock from strangling, he snorted. He’d be telling the truth for once. It wouldn’t stop her going off at him though, demanding to know who the hell he was seeing behind her back. As if he could get that lucky. He’d tell her to pull her head in; it was business and he’d be round after. That should keep her quiet.
Truth was, he’d probably need a fuck by then.
* * *
Anna dressed with care, picking out a little red dress that was just the right side of overtly sexy. What to wear underneath had been a problem though. Should she blow her property manager’s mind with a daring basque, or go the other way and act the innocent? Perhaps a simple white bra and briefs would suffice.
She decided to compromise. A plunging black lace bra and matching thong would do the trick, especially with dangerously high patent leather heels.
She was to meet him at a bar in town, thankfully not one she would normally go to. Hoping to get everything over with as quickly as possible, she intended to suggest they go back to his place at first opportunity. Then all she had to do was to switch to her alter ego, Chloe, and get on with it.
True to his word, Adam hadn’t called since the night he’d made the demand. Before she’d left he’d given her the number of an answering service, explaining she was to call and leave her name once Mark had enjoyed the benefit of her services.
It couldn’t be easier, he’d said.
The bar was packed with twenty-somethings, all out for a good time. She had forgotten how busy such places were on a Friday. Later on, no doubt, the crowd would move on to some ultra-glossy club to down copious amounts of alcohol or party drugs and dance until the early hours. At the moment, though, the evening was just getting started.
Standing in the doorway she searched the room. Mark was on the far side by the bar, trying to make himself heard over the loudly pulsating sound system. At least that’s how it appeared. Taking in the group of males laughing and responding to his animated gestures, she realised he’d surrounded himself with friends, and her heart sank.
She had underestimated his vanity, assumed he would be alone. If nothing else, it would have been so much easier to take control of the situation. Now her stomach churned as she moved through the crowd. Reaching his side, she put a friendly hand on his shoulder.
He spun around, and after looking her up and down, let out an appreciative “Wow!” He glanced back at his friends and raised his eyebrows as if to say, What did I tell you?
Anna forced a smile.
“Drink?” he mouthed, leaning a fraction too close.
For a moment she thought he intended to put his arm around her. It was the type of thing she had hoped to avoid—his wanting to show off, demonstrate what a stud he was to his mates. She deliberately moved back a step.
“Thanks. Just a white wine.”
She paid no attention to his friends’ grins of admiration and undisguised lust. Mark was trying to attract the attention of one of the bar staff, and for some reason the girl was choosing to ignore him.
“Hey Ali,” he called out, “a bit of service up here.”
The girl turned and glared. She was striking in a punkish sort of way, and Anna wondered whether her contemptuous attitude meant there was personal history between them.
“Told you.” One of his friends was grinning. “You’re well out of favour there.”
“As if I’m bothered.” Mark was trying to shrug it off. He leaned farther across the bar, and holding out his empty glass, gave a loud whistle.
“About time,” he complained when someone finally approached to take his order.
Immediately four empty glasses joined his on the counter.
“Seeing as how you are buying,” one of his friends winked at her, “have to get in quick.”
“Oh.” The last time Anna had been in a situation like this was when she was at university. Student bars were always full of those too broke to buy a round.
“So,” someone was saying, “Mark says you’re looking for a little advice on another rental property.”
“That’s right.” She would kill him. At the very least find another management company. After tonight she’d probably have to, anyway.
“Plenty of opportunities around, I’d have thought.”
“Yeah, but not necessarily in the right areas,” a guy with slicked back hair and large middle-eastern features put in, shaking his head as if to emphasize his point.
“Depends on what you want to spend.” Her first advisor was apparently not prepared to lose ground.
“Okay, enough,” Mark intervened. “Look, do you want to take these to the corner over there? It’ll be quieter.” He was holding out two drinks to her. “I’ll just settle for this lot.”
He turned back to the bar and flicked open his wallet.
“Why not,” she said drily, thinking the sooner she got this over with, the better.
They perched at a table, and after apologising for his friends, he asked how he could be of help.
She’d already worked out her story, explaining she was so pleased with her first foray into the rental market that she wanted to try it again.
“Same block?” He put his beer down on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“That’s the problem.” She held his gaze innocently. “Would that be wise? Or would I be better off spreading my portfolio across other blocks?”
He looked thoughtful, as if her question required the utmost consideration. “You’re definitely talking to the right person,” he assured her.
For the next fifteen minutes he went into extensive detail, even elaborating on themes outside the brief. He obviously enjoyed the sound of his own voice, and because there was little new in what she was hearing, after a while she found herself drifting.
She still couldn’t get past the carefully groomed, pencil-thin beard. It was like something you might see in a bad Mexican movie or a rapper’s video. His lips were a trifle on the thin side, and he was getting over a bad case of shaving rash on one side of his neck. But his eyes were okay—not quite hazel but not brown either—and his lashes baby long, so it wasn’t all negative.
She wondered how to broach the subject of sleeping with him. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult. She could come right out with it. Hey, Mark honey, want to sleep with me tonight?
On the other hand, if she came on too strong, she might frighten him off altogether.
It would be better if he were a little drunk, she decided. But that meant staying longer in the bar. She could enlist the help of his friends. Flirt with them until his ego got the better of him. Then he would have to take her back to his place. Or to a motel.
Either would do. She wasn’t fussy.
* * *
The moment Mark closed the bedroom door he was all over her. His mouth, hot and wet, was pressed hard against hers, and his hands zeroed in on her breasts. Seconds later, they were trying to find their way up her skirt. She had to slow him down. It wasn’t supposed to be over in minutes, she knew that. Adam would expect her to give him the full treatment; otherwise what was the point?
She managed to strip him of his shirt and jeans. His shorts followed soon after. When he pushed her up against the wall and held her head in order to invade her mouth with his tongue, his cock was hard against her lower belly. She dropped her hand to stroke it and attend to his balls. Nothing new there. He got the benefit of her usual technique. But she was still angry with Adam, and knowing how much pleasure Mark was receiving by default, she pulled down on his sac a little harder than she normally would.
He winced, but to her surprise made no move to stop her. Instead, his mouth and hands became even more demanding.
An unexpected thrill shot through her.
She pulled down again, squeezing the hard round nuts at the same time
He groaned and swayed a little. Not so much in pain, she realized—although that’s probably what he was feeling—but in urgency. Thanks to what she was doing, his orgasm was building rapidly, and he would soon be powerless to prevent it.
She deliberately removed her hand. Caught between their bodies, his cock twitched uncontrollably.
She wondered if he’d ever experienced a ruined orgasm. All she had to do was take him right to the very point of cumming, then remove her hand again. He would still ejaculate, but without any friction, the orgasm wouldn’t be as pleasurable as the full treatment.
She was tempted.
But he was already pulling her away and onto the bed.
He was becoming desperate. Begging, pleading with her to sit on it, get it inside her. He knew she wanted it. He was calling her baby over and over.
Looking down on him, Anna felt something new, something she’d never experienced before. The thrilling rush that came from absolute power.
* * *
Mark couldn’t believe his luck. He lay still as Anna straddled him, knowing that if he could only ever ask for one thing, it would be that this evening never ended. Sweet Jesus, those tits were the most perfect he’d ever seen.
He’d been stunned when she came on to him in the bar. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that. He might have fantasized about it. But to have it actually happen? She must have been drunker than he thought, but who cared? He was only glad the others had been there to see it; otherwise they would never have believed him.
He held her hips firmly as she rocked back and forth. She certainly knew what she was doing; his cock felt as if it were in a vice. He’d heard of women like her. All ice queen on the outside, while inside she was no different from any other horny slut. She knew how to treat a man, though. He’d say that for her. Almost as soon as he closed the door of his pad, she’d pulled off that dress and paraded around in nothing but a bra and tiny thong. He was so hard that when she pulled his cock from his pants and drew her fingernails slowly up the shaft, he nearly blew his load right then.
He reached up and grabbed her tits, dragging one down in the direction of his mouth. He needed one of her luscious teats to suck on and chew. Not only that, if she didn’t stop bouncing on his cock, there was no way he could stop himself from cumming. She was as excited as he was and panting wildly. As he slavered over her, she was roughly mashing her flesh into his face, filling his nostrils with her scent. Sweet Jesus, he had to do something, and fast.
He jerked his hips and managed to pull out of her just in time. Instantly her hand slipped between them to find his latex-sheathed cock again.
If he were to have any chance of making it last, he’d have to keep her fingers away. He shoved her roughly onto her back. Wanting to savour the moment a little longer, he looked down at her. Her skin was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Between her legs, her neatly trimmed blonde hair glistened with sweat. He wanted to slide his fingers between the gaping pink lips and deep inside her hot, juice-slickened hole. Remind her how good his cock had felt. But it was too late. She was already pulling him on top of her.