I'm here to please, she told herself for the hundredth time, knowing in her heart that if he tired of her there would be a flock of pretty girls jumping at the chance to have her job.
'Bring that tight little cunt of yours around here,' he told her in a rasping voice, smiling at her immediate response, reveling in the power he had over her.
Her breathing quickened at his wheezed command. Lightning flashes of passion seared her rigid clitoris as she crawled out from between his legs, carefully keeping the swollen knob and a good portion of his dick in her warm mouth as she brought her pulsating lower half up to his caressing hands.
'Get over me,' he directed hotly, gripping her hips in his large hands.
The order sent throbs of torrid desire coursing up her molded thighs. She felt her legs being spread apart as he helped her to straddle his wide chest, openly exposing the soft cleft of her very being to his greedy eyes.
He gripped the moons of her ass, kneading their yielding softness in his rough fingers. The painfully tiny pink ring of her asshole beckoned invitingly and the scarlet labia of her gaping hole smiled down at him. The horny little knob of her hooded clitoris peeked out at him through the glistening short hairs surrounding her luscious valley.
'Suck it!' he ordered, lifting his hips and forcing his rampant rod further into her throat. 'Take more of it!' he commanded wildly, pressing his face against the sweet acrid crack of her cunt and driving the turgid length of his tongue into the soft folds of her well-lubricated slit.
She wiggled crazily, squatting openly wide on his tantalizing tongue, feeling his nose, his chin, the shallow padding of his smooth lips nibbling at her honey pot, prying at it, opening her velvet softness and attacking with a demonic frenzy her naked and swollen clit, rubbing it, teasing it, pushing it from side to side with Satan-like carnal delight, causing the tender nub to spasm and contract in the twilight regions of intoxicating pre-orgasm.
She screamed silently in monumental lust and forced more of his blue-veined rod into her wildly bobbing face, gripping it with clinging ruby lips and expert swirling tongue, feeling the majestic shaft throbbing in bulging response to her demanding mouth. Her face contorted with frantic purpose, bouncing her head furiously on the delicious meat, stroking it with an uncontrollable ancient animal rhythm, coaxing it with each frenzied caress to come, to meet her head on, to take her with him over that glorious edge of climax by filling her galloping mouth with a starburst gush of exotic spunk.
The corded muscles of his arms bulged in angry knots as he savagely encircled her feverishly squirming hips in a vise-like grip and gnashed his twisting face against her sodden gash. Then, like an onrushing locomotive, the burning white coal at the base of his spine grew in an unstoppable onslaught, pumping and thrashing in his straining body, forcing his hips still further upward, cramming inch after pulsating inch into her welcoming throat.
Paulette followed the dictates of her throbbing cunt, tossing her head from side to side and up and down as his tool bulged magnificently, giving herself up to the aching ecstasy circling through her fiery cleft. She greedily accepted his spurting cum, swallowing, stroking, demanding more of his jetting semen as her orgasm blazed in her quivering pussy, blossoming into a crescendo of blinding explosions and earth-shaking sensations.
After several long seconds of quiet fulfillment Paulette allowed his slack cock to loll gently from her mouth. She gave it a soft kiss on its blunt red head and wearily brought herself around and lay full length against Bobby, basking in the afterglow of sex under his big warm arm.
She snuggled close, tracing lazy circles around his hard nipples as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. Then summoning all her strength in one deep breath she let out an almost inaudible sigh of complete contentment.
'You're fantastic,' she whispered softly, snuggling closer and resting her head on his broad chest.
'You're the one that is fantastic,' he told her, letting a gentle finger follow the wavy route of an errant strand, of long brown hair, softly trailing the flowing tress along the smooth side of her neck and across the golden tan of her shoulder. He touched her lightly, as softly as a midnight breeze, thinking what a great team they had become.
'So soft,' he marveled, pressing his lips to her hair, 'yet you make me feel so good.'
She looked up at him and smiled as would a Cheshire cat, her eyes dancing brightly and the full line of her mouth curving up mysteriously at the corners.
'A penny for your thoughts,' he said quietly, touching the tip of her nose with a playful finger.
'Oh,' she said slowly, kissing his shoulder. 'I was just thinking how great it would be to stay right here in your arms and go to sleep.'
He shook his head sadly. 'No rest for the weary,' he informed her, checking the clock on the night-stand. 'You're working day is just beginning. I told Elliot Beaumont you would be at his place at eight o'clock to explain the advantages of installing Astro-Pile on his team's home field.'
'Is it that important?' she pouted.
'You're damn right it is that important,' he scolded, rolling off the bed and getting to his feet. 'Elliot is the Head Coach of the Tigers and he carries a lot of weight in the front office. And you'-he pointed a stern finger at her-'are going to convince him that he absolutely needs new carpeting on his field.' He stared hard at her for a full minute, letting what he had said sink in. 'You got that?' he snapped. 'You know what you have to do?'
'I understand, Bobby,' she appeased softly. 'I'll be good to him.'
'I don't want you to be good to him,' he barked harshly. 'I want you to be the best!' He let his cold eyes bore into hers, making it perfectly clear that he was the boss and that she would do what he wanted or she could get the hell out. Then seeing she understood, his manner changed.
'Now c'mon,' he said gently, holding out his hand to her and helping her from the bed. 'Let's shower. Then I'll drop you off at Elliot's apartment.'
CHAPTER TWO
The combination of the hot shower and the startling clarity of the night air served to refresh Paulette, and the expensive jasmine-scented soap and eau de perfume she was now able to afford whispered softly around her in an exotic bouquet as she slid onto the leather seat of Bobby's sports car.
The engine roared to life at the first touch of the key, rumbling with a throaty masculinity as Bobby slipped it into gear and pulled out onto the narrow winding road that snaked its way through the rugged foothills of Malibu. Millions of lights twinkled in the sprawling city below, nestling like precious jewels against a backdrop of finest velvet, dazzling the viewer with their brilliance.
'I just can't get enough of this view,' Paulette sighed, letting the majestic beauty of the moment, the heady aroma of jasmine, and the pulsating roar of the exhausts remind her she was only a guest in the world of the rich, a transient body passing through if she didn't play the game according to Bobby's rules. She looked around her, comparing the countryside and the magnificent houses with those of her poor background, feeling the fates were for once on her side, allowing her to mingle in and experience the richer side of life.
My pay is more than good, she told herself. And in a couple of years, maybe sooner, I'll be in a position to dictate the lives of others. Maybe I'll do it just like Bobby, she mused, smiling over to him; a beach house at Malibu, a flashy red sports car, the best clothes, and all the elegant trimmings money can buy. After all, she added silently, I'm developing contacts now, learning to meet the right people. I've been told I'm pretty. I'm intelligent. And, she told herself with total conviction, I have the one necessary thing Bobby never had, nor never will have, to effectively close a deal.
Yes, she assured herself, primly adjusting the hem of her skirt across her knees, I have the ONE commodity the male-oriented world of business doesn't have-PUSSY!
She pushed in the dashboard lighter and rummaged through her pocket book for her cigarettes. Finding them, she extracted two, putting one in her mouth and lighting it from the cherry-red tip of the lighter, then passed it to Bobby. It's the little things in life that endear you to people, she thought calculatingly, lighting her own cigarette and replacing the lighter.
'You're a sweetheart,' he said, dragging the smoke deep into his lungs.
