Charlotte Rose

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Swaying slowly to the seductive rhythm of the music, Charlotte unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace bra underneath. The deep red color was offset perfectly by her lightly tanned skin. Sitting in the chair in front of her, Richard Conway, middle-aged, fat and balding, could not keep his eyes from the alluring sight of her swaying hips, which were clad in a form fitting black leather skirt. Reaching behind her, Charlotte slowly unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor and giving Richard a good eyeful of her matching lace panties.

"So beautiful." He said, his hands reaching out to grip her hips and pull her closer. "So perfect."

Smiling down at him, Charlotte straddled her lover's lap, her panty covered crotch sliding against his lap. She could fee his arousal beneath her, his cock hardening inside his pants as she continued to rub against him teasingly.

"I want to fuck you, Charlotte." He kissed the smooth skin between her breasts, his hands hungrily exploring her body.

"Now, now, Richard," she said as she gently pried his wandering hands from her body. "Good things come to those who wait." With a promising wink she climbed off his lap and moved towards the hotel room's wet bar. Her hips swayed with each step and she could practically hear him panting. Pouring two glasses of champagne, Charlotte made her way back to the eager man, who had unzipped his pants in her absence, his small cock standing at attention. The sight of it made her want to vomit, but Charlotte was nothing if not a professional. Keeping a look of pure desire on her face, she straddled him once more, feeling his cock rubbing against her panties. She was grateful for the thin barrier the lace provided, even though it would soon disappear and his worm of a cock would be inside of her.

One of her usual clients, Charlotte knew that Richard would soon be panting on top of her, sweat dripping from his chest onto her face and his dick stabbing her pussy like the needle that it was. She knocked back her entire glass of champagne.

She reached down and gripped Richard's small prick. The man gasped and shuddered beneath her, his cock quivering at her touch. Her slim fingers wrapped around him and began to stroke slowly, building his arousal and, bringing him as close to the edge as possible before stopping. She brought her hand, slick with his pre-cum, to her lips and licked each finger slowly, sucking on each digit seductively. Richard's eyes were glued to her every movement, his hips bucking slightly as if he were trying to break through her panties in order to enter her.

"I want you right now." Richard growled, probably thinking he sounded like the alpha male he thought he was, but truly coming off as a weak imposter.

Charlotte leaned forward, her full breasts right in his face, her lips brushing against his ear. "Then take me, lover." She breathed, her proximity sending shivers down the older man's spine. He pushed her roughly to the floor and ripped her panties off, his prick fumbling for entrance to her hot center.

*****​

Walking down the sidewalk, Charlie Jones heels clicked steadily as she made her way towards the Anderson Building. Her bag, slung casually over her shoulder, was weighted down with textbooks. In her senior year at Stanford University, the twenty-two year old was only a few short months from attaining her business degree. Her life was in order and she knew exactly where she was going. After graduation she would start grad school at NYU where she'd get her MBA, while also interning on Wallstreet. After that she'd work full time on Wallstreet and have a great apartment in Greenwich Village. She'd spent the past four years working on that goal and, now that she was nearly done with her bachelor's degree, Charlie was beginning to wonder if she hadn't missed something along the way. Like a social life.

Despite being extremely productive in school and her, rather lucrative, side business, Charlie had only a few friends and, unlike many other girls, had gone through her whole college career without a single date. Granted she had more than enough sex due to her job, but that was all meaningless and with men that she really didn't care to see again. Charlie couldn't help but wonder what sex with a man she actually cared about would be like.

Walking into her senior seminar, Charlie took her usual seat around the small table and pulled out her laptop. As more students filed into the room, Charlie greeted a few of them with a smile. It was a shame, really, that after four years of sharing the same classes with her peers, she didn't know them any better. Deciding to go out on a limb, Charlie turned to the student next to her. She'd seen him in more than a few of her classes throughout the year and had always thought him slightly attractive. The sad part was she didn't even know his name.

"Hey," she said, "did you understand the reading that Dr. Clark assigned, 'cause I was so lost." She chuckled and hoped that he wouldn't think her too weird.

 

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Name: Shane Williams
Age: 25 yrs old
Build: 6 ft tall 195 lbs

Shane grew up in what many would consider a fairly wealthy family. His father was one of the largest banking investors in the city and his mother owned the highest rated real estate company around. He had heard early on, when he was younger, through a heated closed door conversation between his parents that they both considered having him had been mistake. They were both too well involved in their separate careers to worry about time to raise a child. So fro as early as he could remember he had been handed off to a nanny to be raised.

As he got older, the absence of his parents, except in passing and short talks, was replaced my money. They would throw money at him in vain efforts to keep him happy and quiet. He eventually aged working his way up through school and landing a spot on the football team. Thinking that since his father was so competitive, this would at least give him some kind of advantage and finally building at least a small relationship with him. All through school, Shane was a star on the field. But it wasn't until his junior year when the college scouts began watching and contacting him, did his father finally show some kind of interest. Through his last year of school, his father finally convinced him to accept the scholarship to Stanford, his old alma mater. So it was set...

Shane went off to college finding that was soon the same star on the college field as he was in high school. He was at the top of his game and destined for something greater and bigger than he could have hoped for. He was the defensive captain, and next to the quarterback, was the star of the team. Until THE game. He would never forget the day all his dreams would come crashing down. He broke through the line headed to get another sack on his record, two guys that he didn't see headed for him. One hit high and one hit low and the crack and scream was heard through the stadium. They had caught him with a chop block which separated his knee and after meeting with the doctors he learned he wouldn't play football again.

Shane tried to stay in school and run out his program but his heart wasn't in it anymore. He withdrew and disappeared for a couple years. He finally resurfaced after being found by his dad and showing the first real concern in his life, guided Shane back to school to complete his degree.

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Shane rode up onto campus in his Lexus LS 460. Yet another extravagant feature given outright to show some semblance of affection from his parents. He parked and began walking across campus to the Anderson building. He just wanted all this shit to be over with so he could finally move on to what was expected of him. As his father had so blatantly put it, since he was a failure at football, he was to finish his degree and ride on his father's coattails joining him at the top of his investment company.

He made his way to class and walked through the door, He was one of the first couple people there that day but he was pretty much a loner. He wasn't trying to make friends with anybody. He had noticed a few people and would socialize every now and then but stuck to himself because he hated being back at this school since all it did was just remind him of what he once had. He sunk into his chair and played around on his laptop waiting for the professor to show.

He would look up as more people would enter the room and briefly noticed that someone had came and sat next to him. He glanced over and saw it was Charlie Jones. She was one of the few he had noticed. She was extremely attractive and had a killer body. He rated her as fuckable and if he decided one day that he would make friends, she would be one of the few. She turned to him and began speaking. He turned his head towards her.

"Well, Charlie Jones, you speak after all huh? No. I didn't even try to read it"

 

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Charlie tried to hide her double-take as the familiar boy greeted her by name. Had she met him before? The fact that she couldn't remember his name would make sense, she saw many different people everyday that it was difficult to keep track of those she knew and those she didn't. Unless one was a client, family member or close friend, Charlie had trouble remembering their name.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage," she smirked, moving easily into the conversational mode she used with clients, "you know my name, but I don't know yours." She chuckled lightly, letting him know that the joke was on her. "Of course it's not difficult to do with me." She tapped her temple and shook her head, "I'm horrible with names."

As he laughed with her, Charlie took the opportunity to survey his appearance. She was pretty decent at reading a person, a trait cultivated from her years in the business. From the looks of him, this handsome stranger was used to finer things, if his designer clothes were any indication. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought of her, based solely on her appearance. Her hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, an extra pen holding it all in place, and she had been too tired to put her contacts in that morning so her pink plastic-framed glasses were settled neatly atop her pert nose. The makeup she wore was minimal - a quick swipe of rose-colored lip gloss and a bit of mascara. Charlie had dug through the casual side of her closet - the side that didn't house her Charlotte Rose clothing - and found a simple white sundress which she had paired with a blue cardigan and wide brown belt. The whole ensemble made her appear a simple college student who was enjoying the early spring weather. If only people knew what else her closet housed.

 

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He had turned his head back to his laptop as she started talking to him. When she said that she didn't remember his name he cocked his head over to the side at his shoulder and kind of looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "No. I didn't really think you would. You seem like the type that is just barely sociable just like me." He laughed slightly because she had laughed but he knew that his statement had never rang truer. He wanted to be away from this place as much and as quick as he could but his damn father was forcing him to come back here and run out the rest of his program.

He just sat there in his chair next to her. He had just reached in his closet and threw an outfit on this morning. http://t0.***********/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTUst9yuCKI_I3J5pZlSUblWQIi4y7dA5_PiBJeLX7bPoYBm4g1 He never really dressed to impress even though he could if the situation called for it. Hell, he got enough attention from when he would drive up in his car. He did however notice that Charlie looked pretty good in her little white dress and was sure that she could dress to impress as well.

He finally reached his hand over to her. "I'm Shane. I used to be enrolled here a couple of years ago and now I'm back. Nice to meet you Charlie Jones." He flashed her a quick smile as she took his hand.

 

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"Nice to meet you, too, Shane." Charlie smiled and returned the handshake. His hand dwarfed hers.

Any further conversation was cut off as Dr. Clark entered the room and called the class to order. Casting one last smile Shane's way, Charlie focused her attention on the lecture.

*****​

As Dr. Clark dismissed them, Charlie remained in her seat as the rest of the class quickly filed out, all too eager to begin their weekends. She stacked her books and laptop inside her bag, making sure that everything was exactly where it should be before, finally, getting up. The classroom was practically empty as Charlie made her way towards the door, pulling her iPhone out of her dress pocket.

Three new messages blinked at her from the screen.

Looks like it'll be a busy weekend, she thought with a sigh.

It wasn't that she absolutely hated her job, the money was nice and quite a few of her clients were decent gentlemen, but it was starting to wear on her. Her social life had suffered due to her job and her clients' constant demands. It was her senior year and Charlie wanted to enjoy it, not spend all her free time stroking men's egos and cocks. She had a fair bit of cash saved up for NYU, but New York was an expensive place and, if she didn't want to have to continue her business on into grad school, Charlie knew she needed to keep working. At least a little while longer.

Engrossed in scrolling through her messages, Charlie didn't see anyone in front of her until she ran, headlong, into them.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." She said, stooping down to pick up the phone that had fallen from her hand. No way was she going to let anyone see the texts that some of her clients left.