More than a Job: The Complete Series (3 page)

5.

Mike is sitting up in bed reading something for work when I
come in.

“How was it?”

“Nice. We went dancing and then took a walk.”

“That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow.

“That’s all.” I don’t tell him that Paul was under the
impression that I was an escort. I know it will bother him. I crawl onto the
bed next to him. “What about you? Exciting night?”

“Possible contract,” he says, holding out the paper he is
reading.

“Should I leave you to it?” I ask.

“Well I have a good deal of work to do and it is already
after midnight. I mean, unless you had something in mind.”

At first, I feel sad until I realize he is teasing me. “I
could probably think of something,” I suggest.

He puts the contract away and gets up. “Okay. I will be
right back. You gave me an idea last night.”

I take off my dress and shoes and lie on the bed in my bra
and panties. He comes back a minute later, but does not take his shirt or pants
off. He is carrying the same ice bucket I used last night. This time, though,
it is my hands that are bound; he uses his ties to bind my arms to the
headboard. He unbuckles my bra and pulls down my panties. Then, before I know
what he is planning, he unbuttons his shirt and uses it as a blindfold.

“I thought you had no weird habits,” I say.

“I can stop if you would like.”

“Hell no.”

He chuckles. He starts at my toes, sucking my toes, which
is sexier than I would have thought. The nerves in my legs are on fire before
he even gets close to my stomach. He kisses along my stomach and chest, but
quickly moves back to my thighs. His hands rub my thighs and then suddenly,
after a brief pause, the sensation along my clit tears through me. He is
running an ice cube around my clit and down the lips of my vagina. The cold and
wet feeling thrills me and I come before he can do anything else.

“Oh God, yes. More.”

He does it again and again, the ice cubes melting fast as
they come in contact with the heat of me. When he brings another one to my
clit, I am bucking and I cry out as he slips it into me. The shock turns to
insane pleasure.

“Jesus. What are you doing?”

He puts another inside of me but then the cold stops. He is
moving and his body is bearing down and he is fucking me and, sweet Lord, I
cannot imagine how it can keep getting better. Every single time is more
amazing than the last. We both come quickly. It is late so he unties me and
kisses me once more before turning out the light.

I turn to my side and he spoons me, our naked bodies
clinging to one another as we drift off to sleep, exhausted.

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his time, Mike wakes me before he leaves. He is already
fingering me when I fully realize what is happening.

“Good morning,” I say.

“Good morning. Feel free to go back to sleep. I just
thought I would have a little fun before work.”

“Nice try.”

I mount him from reverse and he sits up slightly so that
his cock is hitting my pleasure point. I lean forward more and tickle his
balls. He thrusts a few times before we both come quickly. He knows how to
please me and how to ensure I come each time.

“I hate leaving you,” he says as he sits down next to me.

“That’s just because you’re addicted to fucking me,” I tell
him.

“I suppose that’s partly true, but you know, it’s crazy. I
actually missed you all day yesterday. I have known you less than a week and
yet I can’t stand being apart from you.”

“Are we really going to wait two weeks to see one another?”
I ask.

“We shall see. Maybe I will come and boyfriend-proof that
apartment of yours.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “See you tonight.”

I can’t fall asleep after he leaves, so I decide to call
Katie.

“Hey,” she says. She is half asleep and I realize it’s
Sunday morning. She probably just went to bed,

“I think I’m in trouble,” I tell her. “I am falling in love
with my boss.”

“Does he like you?”

“I think so, but it’s weird. He gets really quiet if I
mention anything personal.”

“Is he married?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Have you Googled him?”

“What?”

“Google him. Maybe you will learn something?”

“Thanks. Good idea.”

“Of course. And never again call me before one on a
Sunday.” She hangs up and I Google Mike’s name. Most of the hits are about his
business, interviews with Forbes and other magazines, or articles about
charitable contributions. It is on page four that I see the article.

Local Businessman Mourns Wife and Son

Local businessman Mike Arnauer mourns today as
he attends the funeral of his wife and son. Arnauer’s wife Eileen and their
son, James, were killed in a tragic accident last weekend. Arnauer was driving
the car when it hit a patch of ice and spun out, slamming into a guardrail.
Eileen and James, who was also on the passenger side, were killed on impact;
Arnauer suffered minor injuries but now must start over on his own.

The article is dated twenty years ago. I was three years
old. Now I understand Mike’s reluctance to be involved with anyone seriously.
He is probably still devastated.

I spend the day watching television and trying to decide
what to say to him. When he gets back, I am not dressed yet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t change yet.”

“It’s alright,” he says. “We canceled dinner. We were able
to get the deal done today. It’s better, because I am tired anyway. Tomorrow I
have the one meeting and then we need to see my local client. So it’ll be good
to rest easy.”

He gets into the bed next to me. He starts caressing my
ass, but I can’t stop thinking about the article. The mood is not coming, and
he can tell.

“Are you okay?” His concern is touching. He stops his
caresses and sits up. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have pried, but I Googled you.”

“Why?”

“It was Katie’s suggestion.”

“What did you tell Katie?”

“That I was falling in love with you.”

“Jayni, don’t.” He puts his head in his hands. “I am a
broken man. I warned you. I should have known this would never work.”

“Why? I know you care for me.”

“You’re right. I do. You are a lovely girl, but I am not
interested in love. I will never be a serious boyfriend or lover for anyone. I
can’t give you more than this.”

“Is it because of Eileen?”

The room goes quiet. Mike’s eyes cloud over and he is
sobbing. “How did you hear her name? Google?”

“There was an article....”

“I killed her.” He is hysterical. He is a broken man and I
want to fix him, to make him whole again. I hold him as he cries. “It was all
my fault.”

“The article said it was icy.”

“I was on the phone. A work call. If I had not been
distracted, I could have-”

“Mike, even if that were true, it has been twenty years and
it was an accident. You can’t close yourself off forever.”

“I chose work over my family. Now I must live with that
choice.”

“I know what happened, and I still love you.”

He looks at me, heartbroken. “You do?”

“I do. I love you. I have fallen for you quickly, but I
adore you.”

“Jayni, I want to be a man to you, a lover. Not just
someone you sleep with because it is your job.”

“Mike, the first time I touched you, I could have told you
that it was more than a job.”

“Last time, I had an assistant, she fell for me. But I did
not care for her the same way. It got dangerous and I was scared to try again.”
His confession shakes me.

“You promised you would not hurt me, and I will not hurt
you. If this turns out to be better as a business deal, we will keep it that
way. But I need you to know that my feelings are real.”

He kisses me and I undress him. When he enters me this
time, it is as a lover. He is gentle and our lovemaking is sweet. I feel him
dip into the folds of my vagina and he slowly teases me, getting me wet and
warm. I wrap my arms around him and he makes love to me like I will be the
thing that saves him. I come when he whispers that he loves me. He holds me after.
We fall asleep that way, and he is on his way to healing.

6.

Mike’s local client is older than me and younger than Mike.
He is dark and he answers his door wearing only black silk pants. Even after my
confession of love last night, I can’t deny that this man excites me. I feel
guilty, because I would not want to see Mike with another woman. Still, I
remind myself, I am getting paid to entertain this man. And man, do I want this
kind of entertainment.

“Hey Mike,” he says as he lets us in. His home reeks of old
money. I imagine he has a summer place on Nantucket or in Newport.

“Craig, I would like you to meet Jayni. Jayni, this is
Craig.”

Craig looks me up and down. “Jayni, it is a pleasure to
meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” I say.

“I hope I can make it so,” he says. He is not subtle and I
realize I am out of my depths here. “So, Mike, what is it I can help you with?”

“I have a contract I would like your assistance with. I
think I can make it worth your while.”

Craig eyes me again and brushes a hand along my ass. “Oh I
certainly think you can.”

“Business or pleasure first?” Mike asks.

I can see Craig’s erection as he checks me out. He comes up
behind me and it pushes into my ass. It is huge and I am terrified. I want this
man, but I don’t think I can handle him. His voice is husky as he says,
“Pleasure.” I almost swoon right there.

“Pleasure it is,” Mike agrees and the three of us head
upstairs to a luxurious bedroom. Craig’s four-poster bed is giant and covered
in satin sheets. There is a large box beside the bed. He leads me to it and
starts to undress me. I reach out to pull down his pants but he stops me.

“I told you the pleasure will be all yours,” he says and he
finishes undressing me and then lifts me up, placing me down in the center of the
satin sheets. I am surprised when I see Mike standing on the other side of the
bed.

“I knew he would like you,” he says and he starts to
undress. Craig sits beside me as Mike lies down atop me. He kisses me and Craig
runs his fingertips over my thighs while Mike caresses my breasts. Craig stands
and drops his pants as Mike gets ready to enter me. The size of Craig’s massive
cock is overwhelming. Mike slips into me, and I give in to pleasure, but part
of me cannot stop fantasizing about Craig. After we get a rhythm going, Mike
moves away and I am left on the bed lying there, naked, frustrated.

“What’s happening?” I ask.

Mike smiles. “I was just warming you up. Craig likes to
fuck when the girl is desperate. Are you desperate?”

I realize the game they are playing. I think back to Mike’s
teasing in the limo. “I don’t know. I mean, it could go either way.”

“Is that so?” Craig asks. He shoves a finger into me hard.
I clench my walls tight around it but he tickles me and then moves away. “Yeah,
I think you’re right. You don’t want this.” He pushes his dick into my face and
I lick the shaft. It is enormous and I will have all of it, but I am enjoying
this game.

“I think you’re right,” Mike says. “Maybe we should go take
care of that contract.”

“Good idea,” Craig agrees. “But let’s make this one wish
she had played along.” He opens the box beside the bed and takes out several
scarves and ties. He gets me bound to the bed with a collection of them so that
both my arms and legs are tied. Then he takes out a contraption and places it
between my legs. There are straps on it and he loops them around my thighs, so
that the piece in the middle is up against my clit and pussy and held in place.
When he bends over to press a switch on the contraption, I realize I am in trouble.
It begins to vibrate and waves of pleasure spill through me. Craig and Mike
smile at me and leave the room. They can’t be gone even ten minutes before I am
almost in tears. The pleasure is too intense. The vibrations wrack my body and
I start to moan. I hope Craig’s home is sound proof because I begin to scream.

“Mike! Craig! Please! Someone! Help!”

They take their time; it is probably another ten minutes
before they arrive. Their grins match.

“Yes?” Craig asks. “Can we help you?”

“My cunt, please. Fill it with that giant cock. I need it.
Fuck me. Please God.”

“Do you think she means it?” Craig asks Mike.

“Maybe. It could go either way.” His eyes twinkle with
mischief.

“No. I need it. Please. I need to be fucked. Fuck me. Make
me come.”

Mike goes to the ties around my hands and Craig takes my
feet. The vibrations continue and I am in a ball, desperate. Craig reaches
between my legs and removes the contraption, unhooking the straps.

He gets on the bed. “Sit up and face Mike,” he says. I do.
Craig pushes me down so I am on my hands and knees. “Suck his cock,” he tells
me. I get my mouth around Mike and start sucking. My pussy is still pleading
for more, though, so I reach a hand back to play with my clit.

“Shit, man. She is desperate.” Craig takes that as his cue
and he enters me. His dick almost tears me apart it is so huge. I suck on
Mike’s dick with everything I’ve got, trying to appease Craig so he will fuck
me harder. After Mike comes, he moves aside. I fall to the bed and cry out when
Craig removes himself.

“Oh well. Guess she didn’t need it badly enough.” Craig
gets up too and I sit up.

“No. Anything. I will do anything.”

Craig pulls up a chair. “Anything?”

“Anything,” I insist.

“Stand up.”

I do and Craig pushes me over the chair so I am bent over
it. He sticks his fingers inside me. I am soaking wet and he slides and in and
out with ease.

“Hmmm. What should I have her do?”

“Make her come and get it. Make her do the work,” Mike
suggests.

“Perfect.” Craig moves me out of the way and sits on the
chair. “If you want it, sweetie, here it is.” His massive erection juts out and
I straddle him, wrapping my arms around him and the chair and go to town. He
holds me as I lean back and get him angled so that his cock rubs right against
the pleasure spot. I lose all control and thankfully, Mike holds me in place
because as I come, my arms and legs can’t hold on. Craig is bouncing on the
chair, forcing more of himself into me and I collapse as I come yet again. Mike
has my breasts in his hands and he kisses me. The act drives me mad and I feel
my pussy tighten around Craig; the walls of my vagina are clenching around the
biggest dick I have ever seen and it is absolute joy. I fall back and Mike
lowers me to the floor. Craig finishes by lifting my legs onto his shoulders and
plowing me so hard that I think I will die. After he is done, I am still
seizing inside.

“I don’t think I will ever live up,” Mike says after Craig
gets off of me.

“Give her a minute,” Craig laughs. “I don’t think this one
will ever get enough.”

He’s right. It is not long before I ask Mike to make love
to me in the satin sheets. He may not be as big but he knows me in a way that
Craig doesn’t and our bodies move together perfectly. It isn’t the same as
animalistic fucking, but I fell in love with Mike because I feel complete with
him inside of me. When we finish, he holds me and Craig leaves the room. We
leave after a while. My trip to Boston was a success and I look forward to
working with Mike for a long time.