Dominating His Boss (Maggie_Sue & Jack_Of_All_Trades)

[Maggie_Sue]

TGIF

I was at the bar again, nursing a Manhattan, trying to wind down from another hectic week. A few cubes remained so I swirled my glass, tilted it back and took one of the cubes between my lips. I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark brown hair was back in a French roll, and the sapphire silk blouse brought out the deep blue of my eyes. A black pencil skirt and black pumps rounded out my outfit. I sucked on the cube for a few seconds and then popped it into my mouth. I grinned at the silly expression on my face.

I glanced up, the sound of laughter drew my attention. Three guys were at the other end of the bar, laughing and slapping each other on the back. One of the men looked familiar. I noticed him a few months ago, and last week too. He was alone then, like me. I wondered what they were celebrating.

I had an early session with my trainer in the morning and then a few more hours of work to finish up at the office. I tried to fit in an hour or two a week at the gym and watched what I ate but I was naturally voluptuous – Thank you Mom. I was fine with my size 14 hips, 36C chest, and at 35 years old, I looked pretty good. As the President and owner of a small but growing marketing company, I kept long hours. I manaaged to find a few hours here and there, when I needed it.

I finished my drink, slid off the bar stool, and walked out to my car. As I neared the door, I pulled the clips holding my hair up and shook my head, finger-combed it and sighed. I was glad the week was over... mostly.

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

The bar was one of my favorites, stylish, but not trendy, it managed to evoke a sort of old-world style, without being dark and gloomy. Tonight I'd come with Rob and Ethan, two of my good friends from college who happened to be in town for a conference. In addition, Rob had announced that he had just gotten engaged to be married and so we had gone out to celebrate with a few beers.

It was a Friday night and the bar was busy with small groups of people celebrating the end of the work week. At the bar sat a woman I'd seen several times before. She intrigued me. She always came to the bar alone and only, as far as I could tell, on Fridays. She nursed drink or two at most and then left. She never really talked to anyone save the bartender. It was like her own private ritual.

She was always impeccably dressed, stylish, never gaudy or even particularly revealing. Her hair was always done up, never loose. See seemed so perfectly in control of herself, like she wouldn't know how not to be in control even if she wanted to be. And yet I found myself attracted to her even so, which I didn't really understand. Not that she wasn't attractive, because she was, pretty and curvy in all the ways a woman should be, but I've alway had particular tastes in women and she didn't seem to fit them.

Several times I'd thought about approaching her, but the time never seemed right. The first time, she'd just fended off the particularly unwanted attentions of some guy that just wouldn't give up. The next time, she'd looked so worn out that I was surprised she had come to the bar at all and hadn't just gone home. And this time, well my friends were here and I wasn't going to be rude and just leave them in the middle of our celebration, no matter how much I might want to. It never really occurred to me that she might turn me down if I asked her. Not that I'd never been turned down, but I have that sort of confidence with women that some people might call cocky, but that seems to work for me more often than not. Not that my looks don't play some part in it, I'm six feet tall, fit, with brown hair and grey eyes, and the sort of rugged good looks that makes for good leading men in action thrillers. If women didn't always swoon over me, I've never been called ugly.

The guys had an early flight out, and decided to call it an early night, we said our goodbyes they left for their hotel. I didn't have much to go home to and thought again about the woman at the bar, but when I looked over to where she was sitting, I saw that she was gone. Disappointed, I scanned the bar, and I saw the flash of her sapphire blue blouse just as she approached the door. In that one moment, she didn't something I had never seen her do, she literally let down her hair. Now I know that the reality and the expression are two different things, but at that moment I began to wonder if perhaps she could relax that iron control she exuded. Still, as moved intently for the door, it seemed finding out would have to wait for our next encounter.

 

[Maggie_Sue]

I went back to the bar, several weeks later, on my usual Friday night. It had been a great week; we'd just closed a deal on another lucrative contract. I mentioned to my HR manager as I left the office that we needed to start looking for a new VP of Advertising sooner rather than later since Marjorie, our current VP, was moving with her husband out of state. I wasn't really looking forward to the interviewing process but thank goodness I could skip the preliminary ones – I was only on the final interview panels. If you can't delegate authority, you had no business being a manager, I always said!

As I swirled my Manhattan, I looked up and saw him again. I was closer this time and noticed his amazing gray eyes. They were enough to make me melt. He was talking on his phone and smiling about something. He had a nice jawline with an incredible smile. I smiled along with him, not even knowing why. I called the bartender over and asked for another Manhattan, and on the spur of the moment, said to get him – pointing - another of what he was having. The bartender returned shortly with my drink and then walked down the bar and placed another drink on the bar, leaned over, said something, and then motioned toward me. He looked over at me and I lifted my glass in a silent toast. He picked up the glass, took a sip and I read his lips – Thank you. I dipped my head in return. I noticed he briefly glanced down from my face, glad to see he appreciated the deep v-neckline of my navy wrap dress. It was one of my favorites and the turquoise pendant on my necklace highlighted my cleavage.

He quickly turned around when someone jostled him. I took my drink, got up and walked around the bar toward where he was sitting. I didn't do this very often but when someone intrigued me, I made up my mind very quickly. He was definitely doing something for me and that warm tingle in my middle started to drift south. Miss Kitty wanted to play. When he turned around again and looked across the bar, his smile quickly turned into a frown. I watched his face as he scanned the bar and when he spotted me again, I was walking toward him with a smile on my face.

I stopped in front of him, licked my lips, stuck out my hand, and said, “Hi, I'm Gen.”

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

It was several weeks before I saw her again, and once more, things seemed likely to conspire to keep me from meeting her. She arrived at the bar about halfway through my second scotch. I'm not usually a heavy drinker, but it had been a long week. My boss and I had been increasingly at odds. He'd hired me two years ago to help grow his business, and at first things seemed to be going well. But lately, he and I had not seen eye to eye on what was needed for the company to grow. He was heavily committed to a contract that in my opinion was hurting the company's image and burning out some of his most creative people. I had been trying to convince him to dump the contract and seek out contracts that could really showcase what his people were capable of, but he was stuck in a kind of old-school business model where you stuck to your commitments no matter what they cost you.

I took a long drink and focused on the woman down the bar for a moment. She was different tonight, happier perhaps, and dressed more for a night out than for the work day. Not that she couldn't have worn the navy dress to work, but the deep V neckline showed off more cleavage than I would have expected in most workplaces. But just as I finished my drink and was thinking about approaching her, my cell phone rang. I looked at it, hoping it was someone I could ignore, but it wasn't. "Hey Todd! What's up?" I said as I took the call. Todd was another good friend of mine, but more than that, we had a sort of business arrangement. Todd could sell ice to Eskimos or sand to a Saudi, but what he did best was sell people. I don't mean he was into human trafficking or anything, he was a headhunter, and a damn good one. In particular, he specialized in people in my field.

"Good news, buddy! I just got a line on a new position you'd be perfect for. This is hot off the press, it won't even be officially posted until Monday, so if you're interested, I want to get your name in first thing." This was what made Todd amazing, he knew every HR manager in the companies in my field in the city on a first name basis, and when he recommended someone, that person was nearly always spot on what the employer needed. His success rate wasn't perfect, but I'd gotten my last three positions through him.

I listened to the details and by the time he was done I was smiling. "Hell yeah, count me in." I said.

"Great, I'll send you some forms, get them back to me with an updated resume before Monday, OK?" I told him I would and hung up.

Just then, the bartender set a fresh glass of Sheep Dip, tonight's scotch of choice, in front of me.. "From the lady in blue." he said, gesturing down the bar. I blinked, a bit surprised, then turned to find her looking at me. "Thank you." I mouthed without actually saying the words out loud and lifted my glass in a mute toast. Just then, someone bumped into me from behind, nearly causing me to spill my scotch. I turned around to see what was going on, and when I turned back, the woman in the navy dress had gone. I frowned and scanned the room for her, only to find her walking up behind me.

The way she licked her lips before she spoke and a certain sultriness in her voice instantly made it clear that this was going to be more than just a drink or two and an exchange of numbers with a promise to call in a day or two. I wanted to laugh, because I knew she had no idea what she was getting into with me, but I didn't want to seem rude, so I just smiled instead. Charm had always come naturally to me, and thankfully, I actually had some personality to back it up.

"Hello, I'm Jonathan, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the scotch, and if I'm not being too forward, I'd like to say you look very beautiful tonight." It was true, the navy blue of the dress brought out the deep blue of her eyes and the way it was cut accentuated her hourglass figure. I realized I needed to change the dynamic between us, I'm not a misogynist, but I'm used to being in control of my romantic relationships. I set my drink on the bar and I closed the short distance between us. I took her hand in mine so she wouldn't accidentally spill her drink and then I kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, but I was not aiming for a chaste kiss on the lips, and I used her surprise to slide my tongue into her mouth. I could taste the vermouth and a hint of bitters on her tongue. I broke the kiss before she could really mount a defense.

In realized that my strategy was not without risk, but few things worth really are. I put my lips close to her ear and said, "I know why you're here, but if you want to play with me tonight, you're going to need to do exactly as I tell you.” I pulled back and retrieved my scotch, taking a sip. "Decide quickly, I'm not feeling patient."

 

[Maggie_Sue]

Jonathan sounded warm and inviting, plus he was smiling at my approach so he seemed like he might be open to a few hours of fun. I was thrilled that he found me attractive, as some guys really went for that twiggy, blond 20-something and that really wasn't me. What came next caught me off guard.

He stepped closer to me, grabbed my drink hand, and kissed me – in public and in a bar! I was so startled that when I opened my mouth to give some sort of protest, his warm, scotch-tasting tongue brushed against mine. Wow, could he kiss! Just when I came to my senses, he pulled back and said the most outrageous thing to me. As forward as his kiss was, his suggestion seemed intriguing and had me wanting to agree without question. The fact that he read my mind and wanted to play, sent a shiver down my back and warm tingles to my core. And his warm breath in my ear set Miss Kitty on fire. This was going to be a very interesting evening. One I hadn't had in a far too long.

I nervously scanned around the area, wondering if anyone had overheard what he said or had seen our kiss. No one was paying any attention to us. Why would they?, my inner voice shouted. Pausing to consider his words, I ran my free hand through my hair, took another sip of my Manhattan for courage, and licked my lips. Then I turned to him, looked him in the eye and said, “Jonathan, what exactly do you want me to do?”

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

I could tell she was nervous, the way she ran her fingers through her hair and her tongue over her lips were distinct indicators of that, but something in her eyes made me believe that she was excited as well. As soon as she asked the question, I knew I had her and I smiled slightly.

"Well Jen," I put a slight emphasis on her name, "to be clear, there will be rules for tonight's adventure. "Most important, is that you have the power to bring the evening to an end whenever you wish, by saying 'I am finished'. Those three words and whatever we are doing will come to an end. However, as long as you decide to want to continue, you will do what I tell you, without hesitation. If I decide that you have failed to follow my commands in a timely manner, there will be repercussions. Also, you will address me as Sir, or Master, for the rest of the evening."

"Now, if you understand and are willing to comply with these rules. I want you to take your panties off." I thought I saw her eyes dart towards the restrooms. "No, not there, right here at the bar, right now." My voice was low but hard and demanding. "Just slide them off your hips and down your legs and then step out of them. I'll hold your drink." I said, holding out my hand to take it from her. I knew she might balk at such a brazen action, but if she wasn't excited enough by the thought of doing exactly as I commanded her, when and where I commanded her to do it, then she wasn't the type of woman I wanted anyway.

 

[Maggie_Sue]

Wow... did he just say that? My eyes glance toward the restrooms when he cut off that thought. Here... Now? The thought of taking off my underwear at the bar was both alarming and thrilling. And the tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine and then kept going south. I enjoyed it when a man took control in the bedroom but I had never met anyone like Jonathan before, who took complete control. I felt myself getting wetter just considering the possibilities. I was already wet from that amazing kiss and his commanding words.

He had his hand out for my drink and I thought to myself, it's now or never Gen. So I handed him my Manhattan, pulled my underwear off of my hips though the skirt of my dress, reached both hands under the hem and pulled my black lace boy shorts down until they easily slid down my legs. I stepped out of them and left them on the floor. I tried not to think that someone had seen what I did, and the fact that my underwear was drenched. Oh who cares, my inner voice said.

I quickly glanced down and saw that my nipples were jutting out through my dress and bra, which matched the lace panties on the ground. I looked at Jonathan, licked my lips and quietly said, “What now, sir?”

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

I smiled, pleased both that she had done as I asked with only the slightest of hesitation and that she seemed to be a quick study, I had expect to have to remind her to call me sir. I motioned to one of the high stools at the bar. "Take a seat, finish your drink." Once she was situated, I handed her drink back to her, then bent down casually to retrieve her lace panties from the floor. God! They're soaked! I thought as my fingers brushed the damp material, amazed by how turned on she must already be. I stuffed her panties in my pants pocket then walked up until I was standing right in front of her on the barstool. Using my body to shield what I was doing from the rest of the bar, I slid my right hand slowly up her inner thigh. I could feel her wetness even before I reached my goal.

With my left hand I flagged down the bartender as my right slid along the slick outer lips of Jen's pussy. "Please close out my tab, and the lady's." He said he would and gave me a thumbs up. There was no way he knew what I was doing, but he obviously knew that I'd attracted the attention of the best looking woman in the bar, and the fact that we were leaving soon suggested to him that we had better things on our minds than sitting in a bar, and was offering his congratulations in a way that wouldn't offend Jen, since she was facing the other way and couldn't see him. As he walked away, I ran my thumb over Jen's clit, at first lightly, but then a bit more firmly. I picked up my scotch a drained half of what was left in one long sip.

"I hate to rush you, but I don't think you're going to want to be still sitting here if I keep doing this." I said in a low voice as I increased the speed of my thumb against her clit and slid one finger into her pussy. Damn, her pussy is tight and so hot it's like it's on fire! The bartender returned with our checks and I quickly signed mine a bit awkwardly left handed and then held Jen's so she could sign it without having to move to face the bar, which would have been impossible with my fingers inside her. I finished off the last of the Sheep Dip, then looked at Jen. "Are you ready to go?"

 

[Maggie_Sue]

He had an amazing smile, reassuring and sexy at the same time. He told me to have a seat on the bar stool and finish my drink, so I carefully got onto it and reached out for my drink. Then he bent down and picked up my panties and put them into his pants pocket. My cheeks felt warm as I realized how wet they probably were... or how wet I was getting thinking about what might happen. I brought my glass up to my lips and almost dropped it when he moved between my knees and I felt his hand slide up my thigh. Oh my God!

He stood so close to me, thankfully blocking what he was doing with his body. Then his fingers reached Miss Kitty and she began to purr. Yes! I started to squirm but didn't want to move around too much and give away what was going on. Then I felt his finger gently rubbing my clit, then harder. I held back my moans of pleasure. I looked up at him when he said something. It took me a few extra seconds to process what he said to the bartender. When he handed me my bar tab, I think I signed it. I can't remember.

I put down my drink before I dropped it and tried to focus on his face – not on what his fingers were doing to me. Then he indicated that we should be going but all I could think about was trying not to cum in the middle of the bar when he increased the pressure on my clit and slid a finger up my drenched pussy. Meow! Was I ready to go? Hell Yes, in more ways that one! Yes, I moaned quietly.

I leaned over and picked up my drink, fished out an ice cube and popped it into my mouth, hoping that it would cool me down a little. Needless to say, it didn't but it melted very quickly when I started to suck on it vigorously. That just reminded me of my throbbing pussy and I clenched down on his finger.

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

Jen signed her check about as sloppily as I'd signed mine. I smiled at how responsive she seemed to be to my touch. Almost a bit too responsive, as I felt her pussy squeeze against my fingers. I wasn't ready for her to come yet, and I wasn't sure she could keep from giving away the game if we did it right here at the bar. I pulled my fingers out of her and said. "It's not quite time for that yet."

She seemed to like sucking on things, so I plucked an ice cube from her Manhattan and slid it between her lips as an excuse to anyone watching to put my fingers, slick with her juices, into her mouth. "Suck them clean. Quickly, before you draw too much attention." I said in a voice only loud enough for Jen to hear. The moments she spent at the task would also give her some time to recover control of herself.

When I felt she had done an adequate job, I pulled my fingers out and gave her my hand to help her off the stool. "Come with me." I led her across the bar, but not towards the exit, but to the back of the place where a hallway led to the restrooms. I strode down the hallway with Jen in tow, but instead of turning into either of the restrooms, I walked past them and then left down a short hall that ended with a stairway leading down to the bar's basement. The hall was dark and seemed infrequently used, but we were only feet away from the restroom doors and there was a distinct possibility of being caught.

I pushed Jen's back against the wall, and slid my hand up her dress. "Now where were we?" I asked with a wicked smile. "Oh, right about here, I think." I answered my own question as I slipped two fingers deep inside her, making no attempt to be gentle about it. I heard a toilet flush and a door open and someone came out into the hall only feet away. "Come for me Jen, I know you want to." I said quietly into her ear as my thumb descended on her clit. I started to work my fingers in and out of her, pulling them out slowly, massaging her g-spot as I did, but thrusting back in quickly. As I was finger-fucking her and rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time,, a couple of women came down the hall, talking and giggling as they did, seeming more than a little drunk.

 

[Maggie_Sue]

When he pulled his fingers out of me, I felt deprived. What do you mean, not time for that?!? Then he dug another ice cube out of my glass with those fingers and said to suck them clean. I'm sure my eyes got bigger but I leaned forward into his hand as I sucked on his warm fingers. Hhmmmm.... I tasted a combination of the various liquors, a hint of orange and my slightly musky love juices. Ohmigod, I'm sure I was practically vibrating with all the sexual tension I was feeling.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and held out his other hand to help me off the stool. Oh good, we were leaving. Right now I'd follow him anywhere! But where was he leading me? We walked to the back of the bar room, near the restrooms and turned down a short hallway that led to the back basement stairs. It was a dark and intimate corner, out of the way of most foot traffic - almost.

Then he pushed me against the wall and slipped his hand under my dress again. I looked up into his sexy smile as he thrust two fingers deep inside me, and began finger fucking me. Ohmigod... oohhhhh.... I was about to moan out loud when I heard a toilet flushing nearby. Oh, what if someone came down here? What he said next was like he read my mind! How could he possibly know how close I was to the edge? I started to pant and clench even harder when his thumb ground into my clit and he began rubbing my G-spot, pumping me at a slow but steady pace. Oh that felt so goood! I began thrusting my hips forward in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy. His hand must be drenched because I could hear squishing sounds but I didn't care. I heard some women walking down the hallway toward us and I tried to quiet my pants and moans of pleasure. But Miss Kitty had a mind of her own and my hips continued thrusting up to meet his fingers.

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

I could tell Jen was on the edge, but she was also holding back, not actively resisting the urge to come, but stifling herself for fear of being discovered. “Let go, Jen.” I whispered in her ear. “The only thing that matters here is you and I.” With my free hand, I reached inside the front of her dress and pulled the material away from her breast. Pushing down the lace cup of her bra, I bared her breast to the cool air and then bent down to grab her nipple in my teeth. I bit hard, but not enough to really painful. Meanwhile, my hand exposed her other breast and I pinched the nipple between my fingers, mirroring what I was doing with my teeth.

I continued working my fingers inside her, her juices running down my hand and her thighs. Just feet away from us, the two women entered the restroom, apparently without seeing us, for which I was grateful, not so much because I cared about being seen, as that I really didn’t want to be interrupted before at least making Jen come. I lifted my mouth off her breast long enough to whisper, “Give in and let it come, baby. Come for me!”

 

[Maggie_Sue]

I focused on him, on the words he whispered into my ear. I clenched again around his fingers and began thrusting my hips forward again.

The next thing I knew, he was pushing the front of my dress open and pulling my breast out of my bra. Ooohhhhh his mouth on my breast, OH! his teeth on my nipple! Then the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. I clenched again... so close, so close. I heard those women enter the bathroom and realized we weren't going to be noticed.

He murmured against my breast. Told me to come for him. That was it – Jonathan gave me permission and I started cumming hard. I didn't hear anything around me, I didn't care. My entire body was pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure, coursing through my lower body. I clenched again and again, Miss Kitty roaring and my mind a kaleidescope of sensations as I screamed my release. I'm not sure how loud I was but when I floated back down from above, I felt his hand over my mouth.

Miss Kitty was still jerking with tiny aftershocks as he continued slowly pumping his hand into her. She was lazily purring her contentment. I began to feel my legs and hips again, a slight breeze on the juices running down my inner thighs. I was pressed firmly against the wall, supported thank goodness or I'm sure I would have been on the floor. I moaned and tried to lick my lips, my mouth and throat seemingly parched. I looked up into his gorgeous smoky gray eyes and glowed from the look he gave me. Power and lust shimmered there.

 

[Jack_Of_All_Trades]

Jen was absolutely amazing, and I'd be lying if I said that the way she was responding to my commands wasn't turning me on in a big way. I'd had other submissive women before, but Jen seemed to be something special. Not only had she accepted my commands, but she seemed to respond to them in a way that was deeper than I expected. When I told her that only we mattered, her eyes slid closed and I saw some of the tension go out of her, even as she started thrusting herself onto my fingers. And when I told her to let go and come, I believe she lost any sense of where she was, because her moans quickly escalated into screams of pleasure that I was afraid might be heard all the way out in the bar despite the noise of people talking and the music playing over the PA. I took my hand off her breast and covered her mouth in a somewhat futile attempt to reduce the volume.

Jen's orgasm seemed to go on for at least a minute or more before her screams reduced to soft moans and my thrusts became slower. I had released her breast somewhere in the middle of her orgasm just to watch her face and was looking down at her when her eyelids opened. She looked at me wide-eyed and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. I knew it was just one of her nervous habits, but I found it sexy as hell, and I couldn't wait to have her any longer. In the hallway there was a dusty box of a local craft beer that had been briefly popular until everyone had realized how terrible it really was. I grabbed Jen by the waist and spun her around until she was positioned in front of the box, facing the wall.

"Bend over." I had to help keep her from falling over, as her knees were still weak, but I soon had her positioned as I wanted, with her hands on the box, so her arms supported some of her weight and helped her keep her balance. I fished out my wallet and pulled out a condom I had there, and tore it open. It might seem presumptuous or arrogant to keep a condom in my wallet, but I did not take chances with my health, or that of the women that I fucked, so I'd rather be prepared for the unexpected than miss an opportunity like this. It didn't take me long to unzip my pants, pull out my hard cock, and slip the condom over it. It was not the first time I'd fucked a woman while still fully dressed. I pulled up Jen's dress and draped the excess material around her waist. Even in the dim light of the hall, I could see that her ass was full and beautifully shaped. I pressed up against her, aligned the head of cock with her hot, wet pussy and thrust myself in deep all at once.

Even with the condom on, Jen felt amazing, I couldn't help grunting with pleasure at the sensation. She was both incredibly tight and yet so wet that I slid into her easily. Now that I had taken possession of her, I was in no rush to come, so I set a moderate pace, using my hands on her hips to pull her slowly off me and then thrust her hard back onto me each time. I stood completely still, save for my hands and arms, forcing her body to do all the movement, but completely under my direction. After several minutes I heard the door open in the corridor beyond and two almost simultaneous gasps, I turned my head and saw two women, probably the same two from earlier, staring at us with wide eyes.

I didn’t mind being watched, but I was more concerned that they might run off and cause a scene, and I really didn’t want to get kicked out of my favorite bar. The two women were young and, something told me, inexperienced. Jen didn’t seem to have noticed them yet, so I gave them a big smile and winked at them, lifting one hand from Jen briefly to put a finger to my lips. The combination seemed to work as they both nodded and then collapsed into a fit of silent giggles, which forced them to hang on to each other to keep from falling over. They were obviously very drunk. I increased my pace, more eager now to finish before we attracted any more attention. I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer, but I decided to try an experiment and see how Jen would react. There was always the chance that it would go wrong, but then life without risk is very dull.

“We seem to have attracted an audience.”

 

[Maggie_Sue]

Thank goodness he held on to me when he spun me around or I might have fallen over! He guided me down the hallway, facing a wall and a dusty box on the floor. Then he directed me to bend over. I was still trying to recover, my knees weak but I followed his directions, using the box for leverage and support. I felt his hands on my hips for balance, then he removed one. I heard him digging in his pants for something, followed by a tearing sound. I heard him lower his zipper and next he was pulling up my dress over my backside.

Oh My, he pushed into me with one forceful thrust, gliding in with no resistance at all. I was already so wet and his cock felt amazing, filling me up. That's what I was missing – how did he know what I needed? I heard his sounds of pleasure and smiled, knowing he was enjoying Miss Kitty. Thrusting in and out, not too fast but it still felt so good. Filling me up and hitting all the right spots. Using his hands to move me back and forth on his big hard cock. I swayed back and forward by his direction, my breasts swinging with each stroke. I was stunned that he was using me this way but strangely turned on because I didn't have to think about what to do. It felt right somehow. Yes, I moaned. Use me for your pleasure, I thought.

What? What did he just say? An audience...? I look up and see two girls, seemingly drunk and giggling at the sight of us. I blush and try to pull away but his grip on my hips tighten. Then I realize that I don't care what they think. They haven't screamed and run away so maybe they're just going to watch us. Hhhmmm... Watch us? That's kind of hot. And they're not going to remember anything from tonight; I smell the Tequila on them from here. I can't believe I'm okay with them watching me... us... going at it in a back hallway. They seem intent on staying and watching us. If Jonathan is okay with them watching, so am I.

“Are you enjoying the show?”, I ask them.