The Voice. (Closed for Nina and myself)

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

“No no, honestly. This round is on me guys.”

He slipped the beautiful young woman a twenty and when she started making change he flashed her a winning smile and shook his head.

“The rest is for you. Thanks honey.”

He was burning through the money in his wallet so fast, it would have put his last girlfriend to shame. That gold digging little slut had him working two jobs just to support her shopping addiction. He would have put a stop to it much sooner but the sex was fucking great. In this instance there was a reason though. He was getting reimbursed by the company, and he knew these ladies needed to feel like they were going to be taken care of, and that his company had the means to do so.

These women were important investors, they pushed serious capital and tonight was a night to celebrate a new union between two companies. He was always delegated to handle female clients. The boss made it no secret why either. He was a charming, good looking man who had a way with women. This part he understood. What he didn’t understand, but had learned to work to his advantage was that women seemed to respond to his voice. He could hear it every time he picked up the phone and some female telemarketer was on the other end. As soon as he said hello her tone of voice changed, and the way she treated him was entirely different. Never failed. Toward the end of the conversation they were just talking, flirting, and sometimes he got a phone number out of the deal.

These women were both three drinks deep and that meant his charms were working ten times better. One of them was actually continually slipping out of her heel and putting a long, slender, stalking clad leg in between his thighs. She was coy at first, but after drink four her foot was directly against his groin, and his manhood was not shy about showing his appreciation. She was starting to get quite insistent about her attention as well. It was getting to the point where he was finding it hard to suppress the raggedness in his voice, and keep the growl out of his throat.

“Really, James you should get some time off soon and join us for a little vacation. Part of how we made the capital we have is by selling beach properties. The ocean is beautiful this time of year, and the bathrooms all have large hot tubs. Great for some…Relaxation.”

The pair were gorgeous quite honestly and that was one damn tempting offer. Still mixing business and pleasure was usually a really bad idea. He smiled toward them both and shook his head. “Lisa, Beth, that sounds like a wonderful time but under such circumstances I couldn’t promise I’d remain a gentlemen. I’ve always loved the beach. However…. Getting the time off? I just don’t think it will happen. I am so busy right now. But hey, we are partners now right? So there will be time for that down the road when things are not so crazy.”

That mollified them without him having to endanger the deal. Now he needed an exit strategy. His drink had just arrived, but he brushed it off the table with a feigned accidental shift of his hand. “Oh damn. I’ll be right back ladies I don’t want that poor overworked bartender to have to come back over here for something that was my fault.”

He stood, and turned on his heels toward the bar. Subtlety he adjusted himself within his slacks and walked his way toward the bar. As he drew near he saw another woman approaching just before him. The woman was served by the other bartender, and the girl who had been going out of her way to serve that table smiled at him brightly. “You need something darling? I could have brought it to you.”

The other woman had her drink at this point. He took his time looking her over from his peripheral vision. Damn, just DAMN. If he wasn’t busy with work, he would have made an effort to figure out how long she could hold her breath… with his cock buried in between her pretty lips and down into her throat.

When he spoke his voice had that normal, deep rumble, but the fact that he was sexually frustrated at the moment gave it an extra layer of depth. His words were almost a growl and in his attempt to soften them, it simply made his voice sensual.

“I dropped my glass so can I get another please Erin?”

She smiled and started to fill his drink.

Crash

The woman was just about to leave with her drink when she froze after hearing his voice. Was that a shiver he saw? She dropped her drink and swore softly. James didn’t miss a beat. “Erin? Fill whatever the young lady was drinking as well.”

His drink in hand, and the mystery woman’s set on the counter James went back to his work.

 

[Nina327]

She always expected the air to be thick with smoke and awful smells. At least she always expected it when they told her after the meeting everyone was going to Any Bar USA. This was her least favorite part of making money; the after party. This was also the part she wished people knew who she was. At least then she wouldn’t have to seem like she was enjoying the pleasant conversation fluttering around her.

The meetings went well. Three companies were going to be merging. In fact some of the companies were still in negotiations but she was assured the best people were working on every last detail. She should be going back to her hotel and ordering a steak to eat with her fingers, naked, while watching monster trucks or MMA fights. Instead Miranda uncrossed and crossed her stocking clad legs under the table. Looking round the nearly full bar she kept cool serenity painted across her dark red lips. She was in a new city for the first time in so many years. She was extremely grateful to not have to actually interact with many people. Her knowledge of the company would make everyone around her stop talking. So she remained quite passive and kept her thoughts on the business of the next week lest she say something and blow her cover. Right now. Everyone thought she was nothing more than a observing secretary for the main office. That kept her smiling so much more than anything else.

Being passive was not her style though. It was how she started the company in the first place. It was her company. She built it from the ground up, not with brick but people. Art was not a profession or an area of interest that she ever thought she would have past little things she enjoyed making for family and friends. Least that is what she thought when she was a very broke college student and couldn’t afford to buy presents for any occasion, for any one, for years.

She was taught that money wasn’t everything, that people were. In her years since those days she had learned a great deal in that vein; people were important and impressing each other was even more important. People for the most part, were perfectly willing to part with money if something piqued their interest. That is how she got where she is. Noticing what people would hand money over for. Whether it was something she made or someone else. Now it was entire companies, ideas and talents.

The only thing she got out of not telling anyone in the satellite offices she visited exactly whom she was, was firsthand knowledge of the staff she was dealing with. Being rather petite people never suspected she might be their bosses, bosses, bosses boss. Some people do recognize her on occasion and usually don’t say anything – preferring to think that she couldn’t possibly be ‘That Miranda”.

Correction: Usually the only thing she got from these outings was staff information but tonight, tonight something kept getting her attention. Or, rather, someone kept stealing her attention. Several tables away a well dressed man was sitting with two well dressed women and it was like his voice kept weaving itself through her senses sporadically throughout the evening. She couldn’t quite make out every word he said but it didn’t matter. The velvet tone still made her grip her glass tighter. It made her shift in her chair. If she wasn’t mistaken she could have sworn some of his words were nearly growled.

She got to the point she was no longer capable of serene smiles and polite nodding and excused herself from the group. She had to walk away. She needed another drink. So to the bar she went. She hoped it was far enough from his voice that she could at minimum, check her phone emails without the screen shaking. At least for a few moments while she composed herself.

Taking out her phone she started to text the only person that would understand her minds gibberish at the moment while she plucked up her drink. So it only made sense that she was completely unrepaired for the event that happened next. She felt him speak directly behind her. He didn’t speak to her but…

“Sweet fuck!”

Miranda stopped dead in her tracks. It was utterly and completely insane how his voice invaded her body like rampant sex. Her glass left her hand and she nearly crushed her phone. She would have moaned or died or melted into the floor if she hadn’t been so very practiced at not letting surprises rattle her. So her body stayed in place and shook ever so lightly.

That is, until she crouched to retrieve her glass and he spoke again. Her well tailored skirt suit had her thighs pressed tightly together which only made the entire ordeal so very much – worse. She might have moaned. She might have dropped her little stylish clutch and her phone. She might have melted straight through the floor for all she knew. Her hands remained on the carpet while she drew in a calming breath.

It was only seconds but it felt like hours until she grabbed her clutch stood and tested her sea legs. One foot after the other carried her straight out the door as calmly as she could muster. This was exceedingly calm – dead calm in fact. It was just sheer routine. Determination. Go. Move. Leave now.

Once outside in the night air she gasped in a breath and trembled so hard her feet nearly forgot how to work. She reached in her clutch for her keys and her phone. She had to get the fuck out of there.

“FUCK!”

It was just one word but it was the only thing that was at all fitting. Standing there frozen in the parking lot she realized she forgot her phone. She would have to go back inside. Growling she just stood there contemplating getting a new phone in the morning.

“Are you kidding me? What is wrong with you Miranda? Go back in. Get your phone and avoid the verbal sex monster... Easy peasy.”

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Drinks lasted for a little while longer. The two women were getting more and more insistent with their come ons and James was still skillfully deflecting them. Finally it was suitably late and he was able to beg off saying he had to work in the morning. They groaned, and both offered to come home and help him ‘unwind’ before bed. With a grin and a kiss on each cheek he made his way to the door.

On his way something caught his eye. It was what’s her tits cell phone. The woman who he had been really making eyes at all night had left her phone in the bar. He scooped it up and out of curiosity he hit the power button to wake up the screen. She had the default screen unlock that was there soley so you didn’t pocket dial someone. Really? Oh he couldn’t let that go. Sliding his thumb over the little graphic he unlocked the phone.

“Lets see…. Contacts.”

A moment later he had his name programmed into the phone and even set to speed dial. After that he surfed around until he found her phone number. With a wicked grin he programed her name into his phone as well. Then he walked the phone up to one of the bar tenders and had them put it in the lost and found. Walking out the door he settled made the walk to his car, the wheels in his brain just turning. He went to that effort, how to make it worth while and pay off?

The idea hit him, and he just laughed low and wickedly. He dialed her phone number and listened until it went to voice mail. When it beeped he spoke in a deep rumbling voice that dripped sensual, feral hunger.

“Hello Miranda. You don’t know me yet, but we saw one another in passing at the bar tonight. I found your phone and added my number into it. Speed dial 6 by the way. I just wanted to let you know that I think you are gorgeous. Simply looking at you has left my cock hard and throbbing, straining against my pants. So here is my offer. Call me and I’ll give you my address. Come over and I will grab you by the hair and kiss you until your cunt aches. Then I plan to fuck your mouth, using those pretty lips for my pleasure. All the while I’m going to stuff your hot little pussy with my fingers and pound you until you are screaming around me. I’m going to keep you on the edge, and finally right as I explode in your mouth, I’ll push you over the edge and let you cum for me. Then I want to take you. I want to bend you over, lift up that skirt and stuff you with every inch of my rock hard length. I’m not going to stop until you are screaming, panting, and begging for mercy… Then I just might give it to you.”

He ended the call and sat there in his car, a satisfied smile on his lips. She would call him, of that he had no doubt. He couldn’t fucking wait either. The engine roared to life and he pulled out of the lot and made his way home.

The door clicked and he made his way inside with a soft sigh. Clothes came off and lay a direct trail toward the bathroom. He turned on the water and the shower flooded the room with steam. Satisfied with the temperature he stepped into the stream with a low groan. He let the heat soak into his body, but a thought occurred to him. He poked his head out to make sure his phone was near by. He saw it sitting on the sink next to the shower. He closed the glass door again and let the heat envelope him once more.

He was aroused from all the torment he had endured tonight, not to mention thoughts of Miranda. He was still hard, aching from the events of tonight. Letting his hand slowly slide over the underside of his length he let out a gentle groan. His body shuddering as a rush of pleasure rolled through his body. He continued to draw a single finger along the underside of his length.

“Fuck, I wish this was her tongue…”