"The Dancer"

Bria frowns reading the note. They wouldn't be here to keep her company? She stretched and covered herself having slipped off the dress and bra sleeping in just a thong. The bed was extremely comfortable and she almost didn't want to leave. She got showered and soaked in the hottub a bit before dressing and heading to breakfast. She ate alone silently before asking someone to drive her to her apartment downtown so she could pick up some of her important things.

The drivers agreed on taking her and she almost didnt want to leave the lush mansion. She got to her place packing most of her things which fit in her suit cases and the rest movers (one of the maids insisted he have) brought out to their truck.

She started reviewing cases and reading books on her way back she needed things to do on her day off and she was alone.
 
It wasn't until Monday evening that a familiar face appeared. Sally strode out onto the veranda to find Bria's nose buried in a law text book. She wore a professionally suitable and yet still stylish and sexy dress of fiery red and a pleased smile.

"You're still here, excellent," she said, moving to the pitcher of tea that Martha had brought out earlier. "Mister-- Harry will be pleased to learn of your decision."

Harry already knew, of course. In fact, Sally had been informed of Bria's every move over the past 36 hours by Security. Harold Borland was, after all, a multibillionaire with all sorts of danger to face.

"Martha tells me you are getting settled," she went on, sipping at the tea as she set a manila envelope upon Bria's outstretched legs. "Enclosed you will find credit cards in your name keys to a second vehicle, a BMW that is a bit less conspicuous than the Pony--"

She was, of course, talking about the Ferrari that bore the license plate PONY 1. Sally loved that car, but even she knew that you couldn't do a lot of shopping or other task in a car like that.

She continued onward as if not even needing air. "--membership cards for the various private clubs to which we are privy ... a business card for Executive Air. They maintain our private jet down at the County owned strip. Should you need to go anywhere, they will need three hours to fuel and prep, so ... keep that in mind."

The housekeeper emerged with a platter of elegant hors devours, for which Sally was very thankful. "Martha is here from five to three each morning to provide you with whatever you need. Have you met Gloria...?"

Bria had met three eight different servants over her two days here, likely making it difficult to keep them all straight. They each worked four ten hour shifts then had five days off. One had whispered to Bria how incredible the pay and benefits were, adding with a giggle, "I wouldn't quit this job even if Mister B asked me to marry him.

"Harry will be back in town tomorrow evening," Sally went on, already heading back toward the interior of the house as she finished, "He has asked--"

She stopped short, then turned to look directly into Bria's eyes. "Asked...!"

Sally wanted Harry's new room mate to know that this was an invitation, not a demand.

"...if you would like to go out to dinner ... nine o'clock ... nice dress."

She looked down at Bria's beautiful shape and smiled devilishly. "Like you wore Saturday only ... better yet"

She chuckled to herself as she left, heading for her own office near the back of the first floor. Martha peered down at Bria smiling knowingly before glancing to ensure Sally was gone and saying, "I tend the closet, miss. I know what's in there that will fit you. I can help you find something that would fit Mister B's definition of ... better."

Better, of course, meant make men trip over their dicks and tongues. Martha didn't have to explain that. Harry was a man, so ... Bria already knew.
 
Bria smiled nodding knowing by better he meant more revealing. She didnt mind at at all. " Of course you can help me Sally you known what'd hed like best" she said smiling. She found that she had actually missed his presence during his absence which was strange because they spent only a few hours together. She also wanted to know whar thia was between them an open relationship where she could date other guys and him date other girls or was she just his mistress?

Shed be sure to ask when he got back " Yes sally I moved my things here and the decorators help make things more comfortable for me. I also had a massage because my feet were a bit sore from the stilettos and I had my bookcase moved here as well"

After dinner they went upstairs trying out different looks for her and she smiled as they chose the dress is wasn't that short but it outlined her every curve and she grinned agreeing that she did look hot. They didn't go for jewelry because of the plunging neckline and Bria thoughtHe won't be able to keep his pants onas she grinned knowing he'd like the dress and other guys would drool seeing her as well
 
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Harry had called Sally to tell her that he'd made dinner reservations but that the flight was going to be late getting in. "I'll be going straight from the airport to the restaurant. Please ask Bria is she wouldn't mind to much meeting me there."

He smiled at his end of the call and added, "She got the keys, right?"

"Yes, Harry, she got the keys. Jeez, what is it with you?" She hung up before he could answer.

Harold Borland had always had a fascination with leggy women and fast cars. He'd been imagining Bria pulling up to the front of the restaurant in the Ferrari ever since he'd realized they wouldn't be riding with one another. He'd imagined the Valet opening the door for her, offering a hand; one long, slim, sleek leg after another emerging and drawing attention from every direction; and, finally, his walking up to her, taking her hand, kissing her cheek, and letting every guy with a slowly growing cock know that this fine specimen of a woman was here with him.

Unfortunately, the flight was even later getting in than he'd hoped. By the time he got to the restaurant, Bria was at their reserved table with hors devours and an open bottle of wine.

"I'm so, so very sorry, Bria," Harry said with deep sincerity. The only part of his fantasy to hold true was his leaning down to kiss her cheek before he sat himself. He ogled her for a moment, smiled broadly, and said, "You look ... amazing."
 
She had sat in the restaraunt a while waiting for Harry anxious and happy to see him. She wouldnt admit she was happy to see him.

Bria smiled and said "You look amazing as well Harry" she said giving him a quick runover.

Bria had gotten a few stares and whistles and even noticed some papparzi in the bushes as well. " Its fine Harry .. Sally informed me it was buisness. How was your trip?" she said watching him.

He was dressed in a Sharp black suit with white lining. She wore a black shirt and tie and black and white shoes.

She wore a sexy black sweethheart dress with a plunigng neckline and slit along the side revealing a bit of leg. She oozed sex. Her hair was down in soft waves and she had on minimum makeup and silver diamond studded stillettos.
 
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"Boring," he said, waving to the waiter that -- as requested -- would be standing by just out of hearing range for them and them only. After he'd order a bottle of champagne instead, he looked back to her and said, "Earning money is boring. Spending it ... now, that's fun."

A business acquaintance passed by the table, stopping for just a moment to greet Harry and shake his hand. When the man reached a hand to Bria and looked expectantly to Harry for an introduction, Harry said only, "Open the tabloids tomorrow, Glen. I'm sure they'll have all you want to know then ... and more."

The man squeezed Bria's hand politely as he bellowed, "As always my friend. As always."

As the man departed, and the waiter arrived, popping open the bottle and pouring to flutes half full of the finest bubbly, Harry lifted his up for a toast and said in an apologetic tone, "Forgive me, Bria. I have brought you out into my public hell without first asking you how you would like to be introduced to the hounds."
 
She greeted the man politely and continued talking with Harry.

Bria sighed and nodded " I knew what i was getting into Harry,you dont have to apologize for that its not like you publish it." she smiled " Some of those tabloids can be pretty rough but im a tough girl and i can handle anything the paparazzi slings my way" she smiled.

She took a sip of her drink seeing a few stares come their way already " Im not sure what you would like to address me as Harry.. perhaps we should dicuss that,?"
 
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They chatted -- and joked -- about some of the possibilities for Harry when introducing Bria to others, but in the end didn't need to make a decision that night: they'd finish the meal, the bottle of champagne, and the chocolate mousse he'd preordered without any one else showing the indecency of interrupting them.

He asked her about the house, about her room, and about the benefits, meaning the closet full of expensive clothing, credit cards, and more.

"I'm not trying to buy you," he said suddenly, feeling as if he needed to explain himself.

He did, of course, or at least he should have needed to do so: he was a rich man throwing money at a woman for whom he'd already proclaimed his lust. Anyone who didn't think he was trying to pay her for sex would have been a moron.

But, as he'd told her that first night, it was about want, not expectation. And if she never came to his bed, he would accept that and live with the memory of having helped her get through law school with greater ease.

He smiled, then chuckled. "I don't watch much television ... no time for it ... but there was a show once, a sitcom, in which the male character -- I don't recall the show or his name -- asked his love interest to marry him every episode. The agreement they had was that she would expect him to ask because it was what he wanted ... and that he would expect her to say no, not today ... because she wasn't ready ... and they would go on to live another day basking in one another's love knowing that, when the time came, she would some day say yes."

The waiter happened by, checked on the pair, and -- being told they were done for the evening -- took the signed check and left them alone.

Harry looked back to Bria and continued, "So ... let's work it this way. Each night that I get the great fortune to spend time with you, I will ask you to come to my bed ... because it is what I want. And I will expect you to say no, not today ... and we will go on to live another day ... and one day if you say yes ... well..."
 
Bria smiled enjoying her time with him and listened intently as he spoke.

"I'm not trying to buy you," He said to her.

Bria looked up at him and said" Harry i know you arent.. you arent that type of man. and i know you arent paying me for sex either. Im greateful for all your doing for me and I cant event think of how much i appreciate it".

She reached for his hand and smiled saying " I agree i do want to take things slow at the time but when i do lie in your bed with you we wont regret anything. I just want things to get more familiar between the two of us"

They finsihed for the night having their pictures snapped and being surrounded by paparazzi. Harry's security quckly escorted them to the car with Bria sliding into the drivers seat and letting Harry into the passengers.

Two cars one front and back making sure they left safely.She smiled driving them and talking.
 
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Harry was in heaven going home. When he was on his own free time -- which wasn't as often as he liked -- he often drove himself, using one of the many expensive cars that filled his ten car garage. But more often than not, he was sitting in the back of a Lincoln or a Cadillac, sometimes but not always a stretch.

This, however was nice. As they headed off into the night and down the Coast Highway, with the lower edge of the sun just beginning to touch the ocean horizon, he couldn't keep his eyes off the long, sleek legs of his driver. His chauffeurs were usually male, usually muscular, and never someone with whom he wanted to scream in ecstasy.

They were nearing the turn off for the mansion. Harry pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text. He pointed a finger to the right turning fork ahead of them and said, "Stay to the right here, Bria."

In front of them the lead security car went off to the left, and a moment later the one behind them followed it. Two minutes later, they were at the on ramp to the freeway.

As they waited for the traffic to clear, Harry looked off to see the uppermost curve of the sun disappearing behind the horizon. It was both beautiful and eerie, particularly because of what he was going to suggest.

"Let's see what you can do with this thing on the open freeway," Harry said with a smile. "And don't worry about tickets. I may not have told you this ... but I have money."

He laughed...
 
Bria grinned driving. Her friends had often called her a hellraiser on the highway."You sure you want me to try this puppy out for a wild ride ?" She raised her eyebrow .

She had never driven anyone around but she had no problem. This car was amazing and they refused to have her drive her buggy
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Harry just pointed toward the freeway on ramp and, continuing the Ferrari's logo metaphor, said, "Giddy up."

The car was build for handling and speed on roads with limits far higher than those allowed on the California freeways. He'd taken an older model of this car out on the Autobahn two summers ago and had safely -- or relatively so -- driven it an average of a 120 mph for more than 18 miles before they met traffic and felt they needed to, as his passenger told him, live another day.

Harry wasn't concerned about Bria killing the pair of them. She wasn't as crazy as he was. And, to be honest, he wasn't concerned with a ticket. That was what deep pockets were for. His only real concern was that driving this kind of a care at that kind of speed had a tendency of ... exciting a person.

And he surely wouldn't want their first time together to be over the hood of Pony 1 because Bria's heart was pounding and loins a burning ... would he...?
 
Bria grinned tightening her seat belt before turning on the freeway taking off like lightning. She weaved through cars and down side streets effecively getting them a bit lost and security calling the car radio. She saw she was doing 105 and wondered should she slow down.

She was having a blast she felt like she was on speed racer and had the nervousness that she'd be caught by a traffic cop.
 
What Bria didn't realize was that twice sbe'd passed right in front of patrol cars! Harry had been expecting the first one, a Sheriff Deputy for whom this was a regular swing shift patrol area. A couple of years back, Harry had helped the man's family out of a devastating financial situation. Ever since, when he saw the come-and-get-me-red Ferrari fly by, he'd just ignored it. This was the first time the driver had had long, luscious legs and fine, firm breasts, though, but flying by at over 100 mph, the grateful law man hadn't had the chance to notice who the pilot of the low flying craft was.

The second one, though, Harry couldn't have expected. Bria had suddenly turned off the freeway and shot along the coast highway and through some low density residential neighborhoods. With all the curves and sometimes narrow roads, it reminded Harry of when he'd tried his hand at Grand Prix racing. He'd enjoyed it a great deal, just like any big kid would have. But his heart hadn't been into the sport as much as his mind had been into making money, so he sold the car and everything that came with it -- for $1 -- to an up and coming driver who, because she was female, couldn't get any serious financial supporters to back her.

As they passed the second cop -- a City Police Officer, not Sheriff Deputy, with whom he had pull -- he knew that if they had been stopped, he couldn't have done anything other than pay the fines and higher insurance rates that would result.

But it was worth it to watch the expressions on Bria's face as the race progressed. At times there was sheer joy. And at others -- particular in the tight corners or when they flew over the tops of small hills -- there was surprise, shock, even fear in her face.

Harry hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time.

When finally they pulled over into an otherwise empty office complex parking lot, Harry looked to the smiling Bria and said with a suggestive tone, "Gets you wet, doesn't it?"

Then, before she could respond, he erupted in laughter and exited the car to come around and swap places with her.
 
'Tease' Bria thought smirking as she rounded the car to take his place in the back seat. She swatted his hand playfully as he grabbed her ass and said "Harry you naughty boy" she joked and giggled then looked seriously at him." Were not going to get arrested or anything are we?"She said a bit concerned and looked at him.

He did look devilishly handsome and the dress she wore accented his suit. She wondered if Sally had planned that.
 
"Arrested...?" he asked, firing the car back up and throwing it into gear. He ogled her sleek, rounded body again, smiled broadly, and finished, "Not for driving fast."

He laughed as he shot the car into the night, heading back home again. He drove fast, but not as fast as his dare devil shotgun had. It was more of a comfortable ride, following the coast highway for most of the way. The sun was gone fully and the lights of the fishing boats and beach houses sparkled in the dark.

When they reached the drive to the house, Harry shot the car the opposite direction, down a narrow cobblestoned drive that ended at a little cottage that literally sat atop a cliff, overlooking the ocean. He moved around to Bria's door and helped her out, his gaze upon those long, thin legs.

"Beautiful," he whispered to her with a smile before taking her hand and leading her into the darkness. They stopped at the porch of the little cottage. They were less than five feet from a 200 foot sheer drop off, and the sound and mist of the crashing waves far below were affecting the horny romantic in such a way that he said without looking at her, "Bria, make love to me."

He turned to face her, then smiled broadly. "I know I said I would only ask you that back at the house before beddy bye ... but ... I just thought I would take a shot now ... to see what happened."

He leaned in and kissed her cheek as he had so many times ... but this time ... as he paused to look into the dark eyes sparkling under a bright, full moon ... he paused a bit ... then began to lean in again ... ever so slowly ... intending ... to kiss ... those luscious lips.
 
Bria smiled into the kiss and leaned in kissing him back softly. She had so much fun with harry tonight and she wanted him as much as he wanted her and she nodded when he asked for them to make love.

She hadnt had sex in a while and the last time wasnt as good as shed hoped for. Sure she got hit on all the time but most guys tried taking advantage of her and others were pigs about it. she was glad he was being a gentlman about things.

They kissed moving up the steps and him leaning her softly against the door as they made out.
 
Harry couldn't believe this was going to happen. Oh sure, the odds had been in his favor, but Harry had never been much of a gambler. He liked sure things, which was probably the reason that when he'd first seen Ella dancing on that bureau and decided he had to have her, that he tilted the odds in his favor by moving her into his house.

Even as he was kissing her passionately and caressing one hand over her body, Harry was using the second to manipulate his key into the cottage's door. It took a long moment -- fumbling about blindly as he was -- but he finally got the door open and almost spilled Bria through it to the floor.

As they laughed at their near accident, he swept her up into his arms and carried her swiftly to the queen sized bed. He knee-walked them to the middle before laying her back, immediately laying atop her and throwing both hands in to seduction of his beautiful dancer.
 
Bria kissed Harry staring up at him as they made out. She touched his body softly as he carressed her and she reached forward undoing his tie and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She had wanted to take things slow with him and not rush things.

She sighed as he massaged her nipples and she rubbed her hands over his sculpted chest softly. He was being gentle and tender with her despite their near tumble coming in.
 
"I want to see more of you, Bria," Harry said, allowing the hand that was softly groping one of her breasts to pull the tight fitting, strapless gown down from her bosom. The firm tittie popped out as if escaping, and Harry didn't hesitate in taking the swollen nipple into his mouth.

As he suckled her, he freed the second boob, shifting his mouths attention to it before moving back again. And the entire time that Harry's mouth was seeking to pleasure her topside, the hand that wasn't involved in supporting his weight was caressing its way down her body to the inside of her thigh, with thoughts of getting inside her thong and pleasuring her down below.
 
Bria sighed softly as she offered herself to him. She felt his mouth and tounge at her breast and his hands travel inside of her thighs toward her feminine heat. She ran her fingers slowly across his now bare back moaning softly and began to unbutton his pants. She placed his tie next to them wondering if hed be into fun with that later.

She reached between them starting to slide her thong down and told him " Mmm unzip me" talking about the back zip of her dress.
 
(OOC: Includes another pic of "Bria" for any readers who might have forgotten what "Bria" looks like. :D)


"As you command, my dear," Harry murmured, smiling at her between suckles of her hard nipples.

He moved his hand from between her thighs, repositioned himself, and turned her over. He could have unzipped her without doing this, but Harry wanted a view of that tight little ass that he'd fallen in lust with days earlier.

He let loose the skirt, then knee-walked his way down the bed, pulling it -- and her thong -- with him as he went. His gaze moved down her as slowly as did he clothes, and all he could manage was, "Oh ... my..."

She was so ... perfect. Harry could have simply sat her for hours and just looked at that firm butt, those athletic legs, that...

And that was the reason that he didn't remain there long at all. From his vantage point now near her ankles, Harry could see the glistening folds of flesh at the meeting of her thighs, complete with just a hint of her pink pleasure button poking out to tease him.

Harry stepped off the bed and, eyes stuck to her, removed the rest of his clothes ... ready to make the ascent to heaven.
 
Bria sat up and smiled standing and sliding the rest of her dress off and staring openly at Harrys body. He was in amazing shape. His muscles rippled and chest glistened from his sweat.

She gasped and smiled "Wow..." she said looking at him and walked slowly toward him and kissed him deeply and lustfully.
 
Bria sat up and smiled standing and sliding the rest of her dress off and staring openly at Harrys body. He was in amazing shape. His muscles rippled and chest glistened from his sweat.

She gasped and smiled "Wow..." she said looking at him and walked slowly toward him and kissed him deeply and lustfully.

She reached between them and stroked him softly looking into his eyes. He was firm but soft in her hand and she heard him let out a groan.
 
Harry ogled Bria's now nude body as she walked to him. She was the most erotic woman with whom he'd ever been naked, and he couldn't wait to be inside her. She grasped his cock, stroking it softly, causing it to harden until it was rock solid.

"Mmm..." He kissed her softly, then passionately. "That feels good ... so good."

As they continued to kiss, Harry's hands roamed all over Bria's form, from groping her athletic butt cheeks to fondling the solid nipple upon her firm breasts to supporting her skull as he moved his hungry mouth to lick, kiss, and playfully bite at her neck.

Remembering where he'd first seen "Ella", dancing upon that main hall bureau, Harry reached his hands down to grasped Bria's ass, lifted her from the ground, and -- still kissing her passionately -- carried her to the dresser behind him. He set her atop it and whispered, "I want to fuck you ... here ... right now."

He slipped his hands in between her thighs to lift her knees, hoping that she was as excited about this as her was.
 
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