"Influence" (closed)

[HumanBean]

"Influence"

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Steven Barker never really thought about his lunchtime routine. It was just ... routine. Monday through Friday and every other Saturday. Park bench. Turkey sandwich from his regular 'roach coach'. Bottle of spring water. Smart phone. Jokes from the internet. If it was a clear day between 40 and 90 degrees, Steve was there, in Riverside Park near the water. He didn't typically chat with people. He didn't typically notice people. This was his time to unwind after a hectic morning at the office. It was his time to prepare himself for an even more hectic afternoon.

Today was no different. At least, not until her.

Steve took a serious double take when it caught sight of her. It wasn't subtle in the least. She noticed it and smiled. Steve smiled back.

Beautiful women often passed by Steve. 'Office girls' in short skirts. Joggers in spandex. Even 'young sexy things' from a nearby Catholic School who Steve pretended not to notice for obvious reasons. He rarely spent more than a few seconds ogling them. More often than not, he let his mind fantasize about them, too. But then it was back to his phone and his moment of quiet and calm.

Not with this one, though. Steve found he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was shapely. She was sexy. And she was still looking at him. Steve wasn't a bad looking guy. He got a few long stares from time to time. But he'd never considered himself worthy of the long ogle he was getting from this wonderfully incredible woman.

And he found himself wondering 'What do I do?'

Steve didn't 'pick up' on women. He didn't walk up to female strangers. He didn't have 'lines'. He just wasn't that guy.

Right now, he wanted to be that guy so very badly. And his now swelling cock was confirming that need.

(OOC: This is a closed roleplay. If you got this far, I hope you stay with us. It could be fun.)

 

[AmyRoberts]

Callie Wilson likely knew Steve Barker's routine as well as he himself did these days. She'd been studying the man for almost half a year now -- and by studying, that meant inconspicuously surveilling him, tapping his phone, hacking his computer, and more. She knew that he'd be here today; she knew what he liked in women; and showing up in Riverside at this moment dressed the way she was now was no mistake.

Walking slowly along the river wall some thirty feet from Steve, Callie looked his direction casually. She met his gaze for a long moment and smiled, before once again looking out ahead of her. She stopped suddenly and fished her cell phone from her jacket's pocket. She turned her back to Steve, giving him a nice view of firm, apple shaped ass, nicely and tightly wrapped in a past-the-knee length, faux-leather skirt.

"Hello?" she said after lifting the phone to her ear. She chuckled playfully. "No. No, I'm at the park. Down by the river. Yeah, there."

She took a couple of steps, letting her ass sway with the forward movement of each high-heeled foot. She laughed again at some humorous comment Steve couldn't possibly hear because there wasn't actually anyone at the other end of the non-existent call. She said to no one at all, "Hold on a second. I need to set my phone down."

Callie set the cell on the concrete wall, carefully folded her old, worn leather jacket, and laid it over the curved top of the arch. She turned again, now facing but not looking at Steve as she tugged the body-hugging garment upward to almost mid-thigh. This freed her knees for easy sitting, and she lowered her ass down onto the coat.

"No. No!" she said after returning to her faux-call. Again, she laughed. She was looking all about herself without looking at anything in particular. "No, I don't want to go with him." Another laugh. "No! You go with him if you think he's so hot."

For a long moment, Callie said nothing, only listening as she once again looked directly at Steve. She didn't hide the steady studying stare of him, the measuring of him from head to toe and back up again. She finally spoke into the phone again, "Hold on a second."

She lowered the phone and said to the man on the bench, "Hey, my friend wants me to go to an art opening with her tonight, but if I go alone, I'm going to find myself set up on a blind date with a guy I'd really rather not spend time with." She hesitated a moment to let Steve contemplate what she was suggesting. She tilted her head playfully and with a flirty tone asked, "Interested in being my date?"

 

[HumanBean]

Callie had indeed done her job well. Steve couldn't place her. He was certain he'd never seen her before in his life. She wasn't the type of woman you forgot.

He meekly returned her smile the first time she shared the same with him. It wasn't that he wasn't the friendly type, of course. It was simply that he was entranced with her. His brain was lost in the lustful fantasies bouncing off the inside of his skull.

He wasn't really listening to the beauty's call, even if he did hear her end of it fairly clearly. His eyes were fixed on Callie's ass. Her skirt was little more than a second skin. Oh, to lay hands upon that wondrous backside. To lower that zipper. To discover an answer to the question 'thong' or nothing.

When she turned back toward him, Steve forced himself to divert his eyes. It was hard. It didn't last long. His gaze returned to her quickly. He simply couldn't not ogle her.

Then, looking directly at him, the goddess told her call-mate, "Hold on a second."

Steve hadn't really noticed that Callie's eyes were as set on him as his were on hers. She startled him by asking if he wanted to accompany her to something. An art show. Exhibit? No, 'opening', what ever that meant.

"Interested in being my date?"

Steve shocked himself as well. Without hesitation, he said, "Yes. Absolutely."

He felt a chill claw its way up his spine. Was this really happening? Did the most beautiful woman he'd seen in forever ask him out? A woman he didn't know? What was happening here?

 

[AmyRoberts]

"Yes. Absolutely."

Again, Callie smiled, wanting Steve to see her delight with his answer. To ensure beyond doubt she was pleased he would escort her, she lifted the phone again and continued her pretend conversation, "I have a date for tonight. No, you don't know him." She laughed, explaining, "I don't know him." Another chuckle, then, "I'll explain later. Yeah. Yeah, see you there."

She ended the faux conversation, stood, donned her coat, and stored the phone away as she began crossing the wide riverside walkway toward Steve. Again, she let her hips sway a bit more conspicuously than would her natural gait, even in the boots with 4 inch heels.

When they were face to face, she stuck her hand out. "Callie. Callie Wilson. Nice to meet you."

 

[HumanBean]

Steve returned the beauty's smile. He couldn't have prevented it if he'd wanted to. He was as thoroughly delighted as she was pretending to be. Of course, there was no way that Steve could know that her delight was manufactured. A plot. A ploy. A plan.

Right now, he thought he was the luckiest man on the planet. A beautiful, sexy woman had essentially picked him up. HIM! That had never happened before. Again, he wasn't hideous or anything. Women did find him attractive. But her? This was unprecedented for him.

She ended her call and moved his way. Steve stood, too. He because all too aware of the bulge that had formed in his groin. Fantasies did that to him sometimes. Most times. He couldn't reach down and shift his semi-hardened cock, obviously. He could only hope his boxer-briefs contained his growth sufficiently.

They met in the middle of the walk where she stuck her hand out. "Callie. Callie Wilson."

"Steven Barker," he returned. He took her hand. Her skin was cool in his. He'd always run warm, particularly when he was turned on. Most women liked it. His lovers appreciated him for it in bed on cold nights. His smile widened as he corrected, "Steve. Call me Steve."

"Nice to meet you," she added.

"Nice to meet you," he repeated.

Steve continued to hold her hand in his. He didn't want to give it up. He wanted to hold more of Callie then just her hand. Her pert nipples had entranced him from the moment he'd first spotted her. He wanted them in his hands. In his mouth. Bared and swollen stiff from the excitement of their love making and between his softly suckling lips.

He was SO hard! Steve finally let go of Callie's hand. He had to. He was afraid he might pull her to him to get a taste of her mouth ... and more. He mumbled, "So ... Callie ... I, um..."

Fuck! He couldn't formulate a thought, let alone a sentence.

 

[AmyRoberts]

Callie didn't hurry to release Steve's hand any more than he did. She did notice the heat in his palm and fingers, and she feared he might be seconds from breaking into a sweat. She imagined how warm he was feeling down below his belt line. She had, indeed, noticed the way the crotch of his slacks were being pushed out a bit by the swelling of his cock. She wanted so badly to actually look down between them and make a comment, but that just seemed so inappropriate at this moment of their relationship.

She laughed at Steve's obvious nervousness, made so noticeably by his rambling. She took charge, telling him, "So, I'm staying in the Four Seasons--"

Callie nodded Steve's attention toward the 33-story hotel just on the other side of the park, continuing, "--in room 2212. Why don't we meet in the bar about ... 7pm...? Have a drink, something light to eat. They'll have hors d'oeuvres at the opening, but maybe ... if we are enjoying each other's company, we can go out for a late supper?"

She let the man respond, offered her hand out again, smiled wide, and said, "Okay, then. Um, I have an appointment I have to make, so ... seven o'clock...?"

Unless he had something that would keep her there, Callie would turn back the way she came, departing with a bit more hurry and sway than that with which she'd arrived. And yes, she would most certainly glance back over her shoulder at Steve with that bright, happy smile of hers.

 

[HumanBean]

"So, I'm staying in the Four Seasons--"

Steve would have followed Callie's directional nod normally. Instead, he took the brief moment that she looked off to glance downward at her swollen nipples. He was in love with them. In lust, at least. He looked back up in time not to be noticed.

Callie continued, "--in room 2212."

She made plans for them for later in the day. Steve only responded with, "Sounds perfect."

He would have liked to add 'You're perfect'. But, like Callie's thought of taking in his erection, Steve found that inappropriate.

She excused herself, offering her hand again. He took it with eagerness. "It was nice to meet you, Callie. And yes, seven o'clock. The bar. Four Seasons."

Steve would have liked to say something to keep her there. Anything! He was still a bit overwhelmed. Watching her ass dancing to and fro as she left didn't help.

Callie looked back after a dozen steps or so. Steve barely lifted his eyes in time not to be spotted ogling. She smiled. He smiled. He growled low and soft. 'My god'.

He watched her until her path took her beyond a small grove of trees. Even then, Steve just stood there for the longest moment. He watched her path of departure. Then he looked out over the river. Another long moment passed. He barely noticed others passing by. Other business folk on their lunch breaks. Joggers. Mothers with strollers. A daycare worker pushing a stroller with six toddlers all in a row. They passed Steve without him really seeing them.

He finally realized the time. He hurried back for the office. He checked in with his assistant. Surprisingly, she had nothing new of great importance for him. He lied to her, "I have to go see someone."

In the Executive Washroom, Steve took the last stall. He hung his jacket on a hook and took down his slacks and underwear. His once again stiff cock flapped out like an activated switchblade. He spat into his palm and sat on the closed toilet seat cover. The plastic was cold on his ass and balls. He ignored that like he had the others in the park.

Steve began stroking long and hard with eyes closed. He imagined Callie sitting on her jacket on the waterfront wall. Her skirt was up again. This time, it was up to her hips. Her top was absent. Those perfect tits with their perfect nipples were exposed to his view. He was grasping her waist tightly. Her legs were parted and wrapped around his own waist. He was deep inside her, out, deep again. She was perfect.

It didn't take long for Steve to know he was going to cum. He ripped off a length of toilet paper just in time. His cock jerked violently into the wad of two ply. Again and again and again and AGAIN! He fought to silence his groans of ecstasy, fearful someone might enter or HAD entered unheard.

It was an incredible orgasm. It went on longer than normal. That didn't surprise Steve. His heart pounded. His brain swam in the euphoria. His chest rose and fell behind his still buttoned dress shirt.

He sat there for the longest time, enjoying the experience. He dabbed at his cock with more paper. If he was at home, he'd clean up with water and a washrag. Not here, though. He would be sticky the rest of the afternoon.

He'd have to keep his distance from his assistant. She'd smell him. Maybe she'd think he'd 'gotten some' for lunch? That would actually be a shame. Steve had been working slowly on developing a non-work relationship with her. It wasn't the smartest move in this day and age. Bosses fucking workers wasn't a good career move anymore. It never had been, actually.

Steve cleaned himself up as best he could with toilet paper. He opened the stall, checked for 'visitors', and found he was still alone. He washed his hands thoroughly. His breathing was still noticeably deeper than normal. He took a couple of more minutes before he left.

The rest of the afternoon was a waste. Steve accomplished half of what he should have. His assistant noticed and asked if he was okay. "Sure. Sure, of course. It's nothing."

Five o'clock arrived and Steve was out the door without delay. He didn't normally leave until six or seven. But he wasn't getting anything done. He told his assistant, "Why don't you take off early, too."

She was tickled. She didn't hesitate to begin buttoning things up.

Down the hall, in the elevator, out to the street, on the train, and finally into his building. Steve's mind was solidly set on Callie. On her perfect face. On her perfect body. On the pleasure she could cause him if things went the way he hoped.

Steve recalled the washroom as he undressed for his shower. He couldn't resist grasping his again-hardened cock in the shower. He spewed string after string of cum onto the tile. He didn't restrain his vocal release this time. He grunted. He moaned. He slunk forward. His forehead met the wall.

He wanted Callie so badly. But Steve doubted that their 'date' at the art opening would include a night of hot, sweaty sex. Here, cock in hand, imagining her naked with legs parted, was as close as he was going to get to fucking that waterfront goddess.

Steve got himself together and out the door. He had plenty of time. Still, he was anxious to get to the Four Seasons on time. He entered the bar with twenty-five minutes to spare. She wasn't there, of course. It was far too early. Even if it wasn't, women were always late, weren't they? 'Fashionably late', his mother had called it.

He found a seat at the bar. He ordered a drink. He didn't drink often. When he did, he didn't drink much. And yet, he finished off a Screwdriver in two gulps. 'Liquid courage'. That was one of his father's sayings. He ordered another.

Steve checked the time on his phone often. 6:40, 6:45, 6:49, 6:52, 6:54. He realized the gap between time checks was getting progressively shorter. He pocketed the phone. He tried to ignore both it and the time it had been telling was passing by.

What if she didn't show? What if Callie had been playing with him? What if she'd simply changed her mind? What if her friend had been successful regarding the blind date? Callie could be meeting her 'blind date' right now. They could be sliding into a booth at another bar somewhere. They would chat, laugh, flirt. And tonight, this other man could be taking one of Callie's pert nipples between HIS lips.

FUCK!

 

[AmyRoberts]

"Sounds perfect," Steve said in regards to the plans Callie made for them.

Her smile widened yet again, and with a bit of a flirty tone, she agreed, "It does, doesn't it?"

When she looked back, she did catch Steve ogling her ass, even though he thought he'd escaped detection. That pleased Callie, of course, as she needed him to be entirely and uncontrollably infatuated with her if her plan was to succeed.

Disappearing beyond one of the park's groves of trees, she stopped short and moved about until she could catch sight of Steve through the branches. For the longest time, he just stood where he was, even though he turned his point of view from her departure path to the wide river.

When finally he turned again, heading toward his office building, Callie pulled out her phone, tapped and scrolled until she found an App hidden deep inside another folder, and activated the tracker. She was able to follow his path through the park and into the tall building two blocks away. She found a seat at an outdoor cafe halfway between the park and Steve's building, plugged in her corded earphones -- Bluetooth could be dangerous in her line of work -- and eavesdropped on Steve's world by activating the speaker on his own smart phone.

She'd listened in on his days and nights often over the past six months, and initially what Callie heard was just more of the same, mind-numbing office work. When Steve told his assistant, Marilyn, that he had to go see someone, Callie tossed a ten-dollar bill onto the table and hurried toward his building, anticipating that perhaps he was heading into the out-of-doors.

Instead, Callie heard indistinguishable sounds and then silence, followed by a barely audible, repetitive sound: Steve jacking off. She didn't realize what it was until she heard a couple of very soft moans, followed by a stifled grunt. She smiled, wondering where he'd hidden himself for a bit of self-stimulation. Again, Callie was very happy, certain that her target was fantasizing about her as he beat his meat.

Callie slowed her pace, abandoning her need to follow Steve anywhere. Instead, she wandered the business district, window shopping and catching something to eat. She was surprised to hear him leaving work early, and as he caught the train to his neighborhood, she flagged down a taxi and beat him there.

She kept an eye and and ear on him for an hour or so, until she was confident that there was nothing happening to concern her. She picked up the sounds of Steve's shower as she caught another cab to the Four Seasons. She couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't stroking his cock once again, Truthfully, she was interested in hearing him masturbating in the privacy of his own home. But, alas, the sound of the shower masked anything else that might be happening beyond the glass door.

Callie headed up to her room and drew a hot bath. Laying in it, she couldn't help but imagine Steve as he had her, and before she knew it, her fingers were between her labia and upon her clitoris. She worked her sensitive flesh unhurriedly, knowing that a slow build would result in a more powerful and satisfying result.

She spent ten, maybe fifteen minutes gently circling the fingers of one hand, then those of the other, around and atop her clit before she finally and very intentionally pushed herself hard toward climax. Her back arched and her head went back as the euphoria exploded through her entire being. Her body trembled down deep, and she cried out softly as the waves flooded through her.

Callie relaxed down into the water again, using a foot to turn on the hot water to warm the pool. She let it run until the level reached the overflow, preventing a flood across the bathroom floor. Turning the water off again, Callie simply lay there for the longest time, enjoying the afterglow and thinking about Steve. They wouldn't be fucking tonight, of course, which was the reason she'd needed satisfaction at this time. But fucking they would be doing eventually. Would he be as good as she hoped, as good as she'd fantasized minutes earlier? She could only hope.

She finished her bath, prepared herself for her date, and headed for the elevator. She arrived at the entrance to the Four Season's bar surprisingly early, at only 6 minutes past the hour. She caught sight of Steve, waited for him to catch sight of her, too, then smiled and headed his way. She took the seat next to him, saying, "Good, you're here. I was afraid you might have stood me up."

 

[HumanBean]

Steve rose from his bar stool at the sight of Callie nearing him. His eyes took a conspicuous and leisurely up and down stroll over her sexy body. She was simply incredible once again. Another tight fitting blouse showed off her firm, perfect breasts and their seemingly ever-pert nipples. Pants even tighter than her skirt of earlier in the day fit her like a second skin.

He was speechless as Callie arrived, telling him with a relieved tone, "Good, you're here. I was afraid you might have stood me up."

Steve couldn't help but laugh. He asked, "You're kidding, right?"

He offered her hand up onto the stool next to his. He couldn't take his eyes off her delicious curves. Sitting, he added, "No man in his right mind would stand you up, Callie."

Steve gained the bartender's attention. He gestured to his nearly empty drink glass. The bartender arrives promptly with a fresh drink. Steve asked Callie, "What can I get you?"

The bartender departed with their orders. Steve looked his date up and down again. He smiled with delight. "You look very nice tonight. I'm ... I'm very happy to see you again."

Their drinks arrived. Steve sipped at his, looking over the glass's rim at Callie. He asked, "Shall we get a booth? Order something to eat maybe. Or ... do we need to get going? I didn't ask where this opening is at or how long it would take to get there."

Honestly, Steve had no interest whatsoever in an art exhibition. All he wanted was to be with Callie, either here in the bar ... or upstairs in her room.

 

[AmyRoberts]

Callie had dressed tonight similarly to how she had earlier in the day, recalling how Steve had reacted to her sexy garb. She was without her heavy leather coat, though, instead carrying a shawl over one arm. The slight chill of the bar's air caused her nipples to harden even more conspicuously than they had earlier in the day, but that only drew her date's attention more obviously. Callie liked the way Steve looked at her, smiling to him when he looked her up and down with a hunger was already causing him to swell down yonder once again.

"You're kidding, right?" he responded to her quip about being afraid he wouldn't be here when she arrived. He added, "No man in his right mind would stand you up, Callie."

"That's so sweet," she replied, reaching a hand to gently pat his thigh before pulling it back again. The bartender took her order, a screwdriver, like Steve himself was drinking. When her target told her she looked nice and that he was very happy to see her again, Callie laughed softly and told him, "Well, I hope that remains true at the end of the evening. I know that these artsy-fartsy openings aren't everyone's thing. But, my friend is showing her work, and I really have to attend."

Their drinks arrived, and Steve suggested they get a booth and perhaps eat here. "Or ... do we need to get going? I didn't ask where this opening is at or how long it would take to get there."

Callie looked to the wall of booths behind them, then looked back to Steve. "I'm in no hurry. We don't have to be there until eight." She signaled the bartender, asking, "Can we get an order of calamari ... and some chips with artichoke dip, please?"

The man behind the bar nodded his acknowledgement, and looking back to Steve, Callie said, "They have the best snacks here. I could live in this bar ... if only they served Fresca." She smiled and giggled. "I know, I know ... squid and chips ... odd combination."

She studied him for a long moment, finally asking, "What is it that you do for a living, Steve? This afternoon, you were dressed nicely but not wearing a tie, so ... I'm thinking not in some sort of stuffy executive position, yet still something white collar?"

 

[HumanBean]

Callie said, "I'm in no hurry. We don't have to be there until eight."

That pleased Steve. He was in no hurry to go either. At the art show, he would have to share Callie's attention with her friend. Also, his ogling of her might not be seen as appropriate as it was here in the bar. Actually, was it? Appropriate. Here. Callie had seemed to like Steve's obvious attention. She'd smiled at his study of her wondrous shape and the way she showed it off so well.

She ordered squid and dip, then asked, "What is it that you do for a living, Steve?"

She commented on his work wardrobe. He chuckled and took a gulp from his third drink. "I'm a Media Consultant. PR. Public Relations. I advise people, mostly famous people, celebrities mostly but politicians, athletes ... on how to make people love them."

Steve chuckled. "It's not always easy, of course. Celebrities ... jeez, they really know how to fuck up their lives sometimes."

He laughed again, this time feeling a blush warm his face. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Fuck, I mean. Shit, I said it again, didn't I?"

The bartender arrived with the chips and dip. He promised the calamari was up soon. Steve continued, "Sometimes, it's like being their mother. Other times their father. Their priest, whatever. Depends on the person and the situation."

He sipped from his tumbler again. "I make a relatively good living, though, if you don't factor in the hours. I typically put in 60 hours a week minimum. Some weeks are lighter. Some longer. Sometimes I have to travel. Most of my clients are from here in the city or at least hereabouts. But I do have some clients who live out in California. A couple in Florida. Chicago."

He looked at Callie with a widening smile. He felt a bit less nervous after talking about his job. He was proud of his work. His clients liked him. He made them look good. Sometimes, he only made them look less bad. Either way, he got paid.

The bartender arrived with the fried squid. Steve commented, "It looks delicious." Suddenly feeling a jolt of confidence, Steve whispered close to his date's ear, "You look delicious, too, Callie."

Almost as quickly as he'd said those words, Steve felt like an idiot. He felt an even deeper blush explode through his face and neck. "Sorry. Oh my god, that was ... so wrong. I'm sorry, Callie."

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: If you are following our story, I did a major edit to the post above. I changed Steve's career. I had written it both ways and posted the wrong one.)

 

[AmyRoberts]

"You look delicious, too, Callie."

Callie's smile widened about as far as it could at Steve's comment. When he apologized, she couldn't help but laugh. She reached her hand to his thigh again, her fingertips settling on his leg just four inches or so from what anyone would have called the man's crotch. She said with a flirty tone, "A girl likes knowing she's good enough to eat, Steve."

Her response wasn't supposed to sound so ... graphically lewd, as if she was speaking specifically about oral sex. Still, she had no qualms about Steve possibly believing she'd meant her words that way. Callie slowly withdrew her hand, letting her fingers caress across his slacks rather than simply picking her hand upwards. She used that hand to pick up her drink, wanting Steve to wonder if she would have left it there longer if she hadn't wanted a sip from her Screwdriver.

"So, when silly people make silly mistakes," she paraphrased, reverting to their conversation, "you fix them. You're a fixer. That's interesting." She leaned in close, asking, "Tell me about one. Tell me about a silly person who made a silly mistake. Something I might not have heard about because Steve Barker is one helluva fixer."

Callie sipped from her glass again, then licked a drop of the orange and vodka drink from her lips in a gesture that bordered on lewd. She smiled.

 

[HumanBean]

"A girl likes knowing she's good enough to eat, Steve."

Steve's eyes widened. His mouth almost fell open, too. But he managed to control that. Callie might not have meant it the way it sounded to him. But that was what Steve heard. And then she laid her hand on his leg! His cock, which had been hovering between 'noticeably alert' and 'conspicuously swollen' now took a rapid run toward and to 'total stiffness'.

She talked about him being a 'fixer'. Steve's mind was racing. His heart was racing. It was surprising he heard her at all. He was so absolutely overwhelmed with lust for Callie.

"Tell me about one," she asked. "Tell me about a silly person who made a silly mistake. Something I might not have heard about because Steve Barker is one helluva fixer."

Steve didn't normally talk about his clients, of course. Confidentiality was a mainstay of the business. But right here, right now? Jesus, he would have given her the codes to the US's nuclear arsenal if he'd been in a position to do so.

"A really silly person ... with a really silly mistake?" he mused. He finished his drink and gestured to the bartender for a refill. If he hadn't been so filled with lust, he might have realized that he was asking for his fourth double. He took a moment to think back. Then, "Okay, I shouldn't really tell you about a current client, but ... what about a former one?"

He looked for her approval of his offer. Getting it, he told her of a New York State politician who'd used his services a few years back. The very married man had been supporting a mistress on the side for years. He'd been very good at keeping the relationship a secret, despite his high profile. Eventually, though, the paparazzi caught on to the story.

Enter Steven Barker. Steve spun the facts skillfully until no one knew for sure what the real story was. He didn't just save the politician's reputation, though. He made the tabloid look so inept and libelous that his client was able to sue. In a secret settlement, the politician gained a $2 million settlement AND an apology that most of the mainstream papers ran on their front page.

That would have been the end of the story. But it wasn't, of course. "Because men are men, and men are stupid, and they just can't keep their dick in their pants."

During the whole media frenzy affair, Steve's client had inadvertently met his plaything's very cute, very flirty sister. She'd been 16 at the time. The ever-horny politician simply couldn't resist what he saw. They began fucking, of course. Steve laughed, leaned in, and said, "They got caught in the back seat of his government issued car, with her naked as can be, straddling the drive shaft cover while she sucked his cock."

Steve could see by that point that Callie knew exactly who he'd been talking about. The story had been the biggest story of the year, seen on the nightly news, in the tabloids, and all across the internet. The very graphic video and screen grabs had become the biggest selling porn images online for several months.

"There was no getting him out of that," Steve said about his part in the tale. "It was a shame for me, of course. He'd been paying me a nice little sum up until that. But, at least I got to keep the retainer. It was substantial."

He finished his fourth drink. Setting it down, Steve realized that he was beginning to feel the alcohol. Embarrassed, he waved off the bartender when he indicated he was about to make a fifth drink. He looked to Callie, explaining, "I'm sorry. I, um ... I sort of got started before you arrived."

 

[AmyRoberts]

"Okay, I shouldn't really tell you about a current client," Steve told Callie, "but ... what about a former one?"

"Sure," she said, smiling devilishly. "But it has to be a good one. Something worthy. Juicy, sexy, immoral. Maybe even illegal."

Callie was well aware of most of Steve's current clients because of her surveillance of him, his office, and his home. And she knew of most of his former ones simply because little of what he did didn't ultimately make it onto paper at some point, either in confidential contracts that rarely remained as secret as hoped or in legal papers due to law suits, settlements, and the like. And, of course, there was the paparazzi, which of course would be where Steve's story was going now.

State Senator Howard Tyler's story wasn't a secret, of course. Initially reserved to the tabloids, it ultimately made its way to every form of media available. Callie listened intently, adding an occasional I knew that or I'd heard the rumor, no way or seriously?

"$2 million...?" she asked when Steve mentioned the Senator's settlement cost. And he still got caught?"

"Sixteen..." Callie mused when they got to the Senator's new sex toy. "That's horrible."

"They got caught in the back seat of his government issued car," Steve described, "with her naked as can be, straddling the drive shaft cover while she sucked his cock." He talked about getting to keep some of the money paid to him, finishing, "It was substantial."

Callie perked up, asking, "How substantial, Steve? I mean, are you rich?" She moved a bit closer, talking in a soft, flirty tone, "I mean, Richy Rich rich? Enough to make me wanna, I dunno ... take you out to my car and straddle the driveshaft cover."

She studied Steve's reaction to her suggestively lewd words. It was obvious that he understood her words, but the delay in his reaction said something about how much alcohol he'd downed already. Steve must have realized the same thing, because his next words were, "I'm sorry. I, um ... I sort of got started before you arrived."

Callie smiled and chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, Steve." She leaned in closer yet again, whispering, "I don't have a car." She put another piece of calamari in her mouth, eating it slowly as she stared into her date's eyes from an intimately close distance. She pulled back a bit, let her gaze fall to Steve's lips as if she wanted to put her own to them.

"You remember I said I have a room in this hotel, yes?" Callie said. She gave Steve a moment to think about it, then said bluntly, "We're not going to fuck tonight, Steve." Another pause, then, "But ... I'd like to take you up to my room. And ... I'd like you to stay the night with me ... without fucking me." Yet another short pause, then, "Would you like that, Steve?"

If he said yes, Callie would stand, tell the bartender to put the bill on her room, take Steve's hand, and lead him away. If he said anything other than yes ... well, Callie doubted he would, but if he did, she didn't know where to take it from there.

 

[HumanBean]

"You remember I said I have a room in this hotel, yes?" Callie asked.

Oh, Steve had certainly remembered that. Since noon, all he'd thought about was being invited to that room.

Then she said, "We're not going to fuck tonight, Steve."

He didn't know how to react to that. He'd been thinking about her room all day, yes. But what they could DO in that room was what had really occupied his thinking. Steve hadn't honestly believed that they WOULD be fucking there tonight. Or ANY where tonight. Sure, this woman had approached him. She had asked him out. She had asked him to her hotel.

But that was where Steve had thought, had FEARED, it would end. At least for this night. He'd never been lucky enough to have a goddess like Callie take him to bed on a first date. So, hearing her say 'we're not going to fuck tonight' wasn't a shock. Hearing her say it so BLUNTLY, was. Still...

"But ... I'd like to take you up to my room," Callie continued. "And ... I'd like you to stay the night with me ... without fucking me."

He contemplated a response. Nothing came to him.

"Would you like that, Steve?"

"Yes." This time the answer was immediate. He cleared his throat to sound more affirmative. "Yes. I would like that."

Steve probably should have commented on the 'we're not going to fuck' part. Again, nothing came to mind.

Callie stood and told the bartender to bill the drinks and snacks to her room. Ever the gentleman, Steve ripped a twenty from his pocket. He set it on the bar, telling the man behind the counter, "Thank you."

The beauty took his hand. Steve let her. She felt good, even if it was only her hand. It seemed ... inviting. Yeah, she'd said they weren't going to fuck. But something about it made Steve feel hopeful. He'd never been led toward a bedroom (home, motel, or hotel) without ending up in bed fucking.

They stepped into the elevator. Steve hoped their hands would remain linked. They were alone. He recalled something Callie had said. He answered rather belatedly, "Not 'Richy Rich' rich? Just ... comfortable."

He looked to Callie, smirked, and added, "You know. In case that has any bearing on whether or not we are going to fuck tonight."

 

[AmyRoberts]

"Yes. Yes. I would like that."

Steve's immediate answer to her inquiry as to whether or not he'd like to go upstairs to her room made Callie smile.

In the elevator, he told her that he wasn't what she called Richie Rich rich before adding,
"In case that has any bearing on whether or not we are going to fuck tonight."

"It doesn't," Callie said as she turned, pulled Steve to her, and pressed her mouth against his is a passionate kiss. She parted her lips and, when he reciprocated, pressed the tip of her tongue to his while her hands wrapped around his torso and pulled his chest firmly against her breasts. After several floors, their mouths finally separated and Callie told him firmly, "When we fuck, Steve ... and yes, I think we probably will ... it won't be because I want you money."

She reached one of her hands downward to his crotch, taking firm control of his growing cock. She gave it a squeeze, clarifying, "It'll be because I want this inside me for my own personal pleasure." She smiled, adding, "And you enjoy it, too ... all the better."

The elevator dinged, and Callie backed up. She took his hand and led him out of the elevator toward her room.