0 comments/ 40601 views/ 2 favorites Extra Attention By: D Ray I inhale deeply as I walk from the limo to the revolving door of the five star hotel. I love my career. Not a traditional position for a woman, owning a professional football team. I am not the first, but quickly becoming the best. The tension of traveling all day is easing away. Making my way through the revolving doors of the hotel, my thoughts are on the soothing sounds of the rain pounding the earth outside. Today’s weather although a bit gloomy, is a welcome break from the blistering dry heat that is sweeping across this part of the country. The travel that accompanies my position, for the most part is wonderful. However, on a day like today, I would rather be at home in the bed with a good book. The delay in my flight, the rain and the pressures of having a winning season in my first year of having total control of my team, are taking a toll on me. I have several bags with me this trip, as I will continue on for a well-earned vacation after Sunday’s final regular season game. The speed of the revolving door propels me into the broad chest of a very tall attractive black man. Staring down at me with a spectacular smile as my eyes take in his physique, I can not help but to stare back. Reaching out his hand to wipe away a few droplets of rain from my face, I can feel the warmth of his touch on my cheek. I recoil just a bit from his hand as I am unprepared for such a gesture. A polite smile of thanks spreads across my lips as I inform the bellman that the remainder of my bags are in the first limo. The hotel is a buzz of activity as guests and employees zoom from one place to another. In one smooth movement the bellman grabs a brass luggage cart and heads to the limo. The awning over the driveway affords him some protection from the elements as he loads the cart with my luggage. As I stand and watch him through the etched windows of the hotel, I can see his muscles flex with each movement. A blush rises on my cheek to replace the droplet of water just a few moments earlier. I realize that I am smiling and looking at more than the bellman’s attractive face. His arms are strong and lean. His thighs and ass firm and tight as he moves briskly to complete the task of removing my luggage from the limo. Once the cart is full, he presses an outside button to open another set of double doors. His charming smile is back in place on his lips as he returns and asks questions regarding my stay. He is very attractive, I think as attempt to reply to his questions, all the while I can feel a familiar sensation stirring down deep. The rain is a refreshing relief, he informs me as he places the bag that I hold on my shoulder on the cart. The weather has been unbearably hot this summer he tells me as we begin to move toward the front lobby desk. I think to myself, it is becoming unbearably warm right in this building as I watch his muscles bulge. His uniform is not the normal uniform for such a well known establishment. As I survey my surroundings I notice that the majority of the bellmen have their suit jackets off and are wearing a unique designer white cotton shirt. Most of the shirts have short sleeves, but a few have no sleeves allowing for bare strong arms to appear. The Adonis that is assisting me with my luggage is taking advantage of the no sleeve look and doing a very fine job of it. His ebony skin contrasts lusciously with the white sleeveless shirt he wears. After having my flight delayed earlier today and arriving late to the hotel, a little ‘eye candy’ is just what I need. I cannot help but stare as we move forward through the patrons. Following the cart across the high polished marble floor, my eyes find there way to my personal bellman’s ass. How perfectly round and solid it is. His stride allows his hips to rotate just enough to give him a very masculine swagger. He catches me eyeing him and his brilliant smile reappears across his lips. I feel like a schoolgirl as I avert my eyes and fumble in my purse for my wallet. I manage to divert my attention from him and regain enough composure to take care of the business at hand…checking-in. “May I help you Miss?” a very proper sounding gentleman speaks just as I make my way up to the front desk. “Yes you may. I’m here with the football team. My flight was delayed and I’m probably the last person to check-in.” Without hesitation Charles, the Reservation Specialist, as his name badge states, begins to type in some information. His eyes never leave my face as his fingers rapidly enter my information. “Yes Miss, I have your reservation right here and it does appear that you are the last to check-in. Your suite is ready Ms. Williams,” Charles says. The feeling of relief quickly passes over me. In the past, I have had my room given to anther patron in error due to my late arrival. However, this is not the case and I can rest a bit easier knowing that I will soon be in my suite. All I can think of is soaking in a warm tub of bubbles before I let any of my staff, team members or the media know I’m here. I need a bit of quite time, which is not always easy for me to ascertain. Charles says, “It appears, Ms. Williams that there is a note on your reservation. If you will excuse me, I will get the manager to clear this up.” Before I can even ask what type of note, Charles turns and walks towards a large redwood door. I can feel my relief fading as I watch the redwood door close quickly behind Charles. My assistant is excellent at handling all of the small details of a trip, so I know that she would not leave any item to chance. Waiting in the lobby, I can only wonder what has gone wrong. There must be some kind of mistake as I continue to stand at the counter. I can feel the uneasiness returning. I can feel the eyes of other patrons as well as staff members as I wait to complete the check-in process. While waiting on Charles to return with the manager, the “Adonis” as I call him, keeps looking at me just below my face. His eyes are simply undressing me with each piercing stare. He licks his lips as he continues to watch my every move. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable and simply want to get to my room. Turning my attention back to the redwood door as Charles steps out of the inner office, “Ms. Williams, it will be just a moment longer. I apologize for the delay.” His words are sincere enough as he passes his station and heads to parts unknown. I simply want to get in the tub and relax. The longer I stand in the lobby, the more likely it is that someone will recognize me. I ask Charles, “Why the delay? Is everything on my reservation correct?” Before my words can die in the air, the Manager emerges from his office. “Ms. Williams, I assure you everything is just fine,” says the Manager. I can not believe my ears or my eyes as Jay Anders walks towards the now vacant reservation computer. His demeanor is cool and calm as always, while I’m a bundle of nerves. Seeing Jay for the first time in several months is quite a shock, one that I am not ready for. “Ms. Williams I see your looking splendid as usual.” Jay’s voice is deep and his grey eyes are penetrating my soul as I attempt to regain whatever composure I can. “Why Mr. Anders, it has been a long time,” I state. “You will have to excuse me, as seeing you is a bit of a shock.” I thought by saying the obvious, I might be able to handle the sight of Jay Anders without having my heart jump through my chest. This is surly a dream as I watch Jay work behind the front desk. Without acknowledging my statement, Jay presses a couple of buttons on the computer and says, “I’m sure that you will enjoy your stay with us Ms. Williams.” Jay looks directly at me as he continues, “If you will allow me, I will personally take care of your every need, while you are with our establishment.” Jay’s manipulation of words causing them to have double meaning is still the same… “Adrian,” Jay calls the Adonis’s by his real name, “please take Ms. Williams bags up to her room. Make sure that everything is in order for her stay with us.” How long has it been, I thought as Jay came from behind the counter and said a few more words to Adrian? Adrian’s demeanor is totally attentive to Jay’s instructions. Adrian’s posture is erect and straight, almost military style, as Jay finishes his conversation with him. I can detect seriousness in Adrian’s face as he listens to Jay’s instructions. However I can see a hint of a sparkle in Adrian’s eyes as he nods in agreement with Jay. Without any further hindrance, Adrian reaches for the cart containing my belongings and heads for the elevator. A devilish smile encompasses Adrian’s lips as he turns and walks towards the elevators…or am I just seeing things? “Ms. Williams,” Jay says as he approaches me, “I assure you that every nuance of your stay will be to your liking. You have my personal guarantee.” Jay’s words are captivating as usual. To add to the theatrics of the moment, Jay reaches for my hand and bending at the waist, places his warm full lips to the back of my hand. The touch of Jay’s lips to my skin brings back memories. “Mr. Anders, I am sure that you have thought of everything. So, I take it there is no delay to my checking in?” I’m a bit cool as a pull my hand back to my side. The feel of his lips on my hand un-nerves me. I did not expect him to be here in this hotel – in this city, let alone place his warm soft lips on my skin. Jay replies, “No, no delay. Your room is ready. I just want to take a few minutes to admire the lovely lady standing before me.” Jay reaches for both of my hands and spreads my arms wide apart as he takes in my full presence. Once again, Jay catches me off guard and I can feel the blush burning my cheek as he continues to admire me with his grey eyes. “Jay please,” I say, “you know that I do not enjoy being put on display like this.” My cheeks are burning, but not from the attention I’m receiving from Jay. Something deeper is stirring within my soul. “Ms Williams, your absolutely correct and I do apologize for my behavior. I have not been very professional.” Jay releases my hands, but not my gaze. Jay continues, “You are also correct in stating that some time has passed since we last saw each other. When I saw that your team would be staying at our hotel, I simply had to know if the beautiful and talented owner would be accompanying them? I got my answer when your assistant booked your room.” Jay is as smooth as ever as I adjust my purse on my shoulder. He is as handsome as ever too. Me, well I look like a drowned rat from the down poor and the hectic day I have already encountered. “Well thank you very much for all of your assistance Mr. Anders. I am sure that my short stay with your establishment will be enjoyable.” My words are direct and to the point as I turn to head towards the elevators. I cannot bare to look into Jay’s grey eyes a moment longer. My heart is breaking and my soul is aching. The memories flood to the surface with each passing second. Of all the hotels in the city, my assistant had to book me here. …here with Jay Anders. Jay and I met several years ago and quickly became friends and then lovers. He always knew about my money and never once asked for a dime or treated me any different because of it. I inherited the team, the fame and fortune when my father died and since I am the only child, the son my father never had, I learned every inch of the family business. Jay was there for me during my fathers illness and his subsequent death. The months that followed my fathers passing were difficult to say the least. Board members were trying to take away what my father had worked so hard to give to me. Not due to my lack of business sense or knowledge of the game, but due to the fact I’m a woman. Jay gave me the strength to fight for what is rightfully mine and succeed. I wanted to return the favor some how – some way. The elevator doors open as Jay is telling me all about the amenities of the hotel. The shine from the glass and brass on the inside of the elevator is almost blinding. The sound of soft music playing as we step inside is a classic touch. There are no signs of anyone else occupying this elevator as Jay slips in my room key and presses the button marked PH. He states, “Ms. Williams,” he pauses for just a second and then continues, “Tina I have missed you.” Jay’s words resonate in my ears as the elevator doors close behind us. “Jay, it has been a long time,” I admit as the elevator begins to move. “A lot has happened since the last time we saw each other.” My voice is a bit weak as I continue, “Our lives have gone in different directions. I see that you have done very well for yourself.” Not once do I turn my head to face him. Finding a spot on the wall to focus my attention, I try – without much luck, to think of any thing except Jay Anders. I simply cannot look into Jay’s grey eyes. The memories are racing through my thoughts as the elevator makes its way to the penthouse suite. If I look at him, I’ll crumble into small pieces. “Yes, a lot has happened since last we were together,” says Jay. “However, nothing that has or has not transpired between us over the past several months has any effect on how I feel about you Tina.” I can feel Jay’s gaze upon me, but I will not bring myself to look at him, not even for a brief moment. I stand in the elevator staring straight ahead. Jay continues, “I have never stopped loving you. …or wanting you Tina.” His voice is low and deliberate as I stand rigid not wanting to give into him. All I can do is lift my head and watch the numbers of each floor illuminate as we make our way to the penthouse suite. No more words are spoken between us. I attempt to absorb Jay’s presence and his words of endearment. The silence between us is deafening as we arrive at the top floor. The awkwardness between us eases slightly as the elevator doors slide open. The elevator opens to a lavish penthouse suite. My eyes are wide with astonishment as I take in the wide assortment of roses and crystal vases throughout the room. Every color of rose imaginable is on display as I move forward and step down the few steps from the elevator to the plush carpet. I instantly sink into a cream-colored carpet as I attempt to take in all the sights around me. Looking from side to side, I cannot believe the various bouquets that are set out on the tables, floors and window sills. I turn to Jay, “Who did all this?” My breath is taken away by all of the elegance and romance. Jay still standing at the top of the steps responds, “I did, with a little help. Tina look, I know we went our separate ways because of our pride. No..thats not true.” Jay drops his eyes to the floor and he inhales deeply as he continues, “My pride got in the way.” The sincerity in his voice, brakes my heart as Jay resumes, “At the time Tina, I thought that I wanted to make it on my own. Prove to everyone that I could come through the struggle of success without any assistance. You know that your money meant nothing to me. Your heart and support meant everything to me. However, my pride and ego drove you away.” Walking towards the window, Jay says, “Tina, I know that I cannot make up for the past or for what went wrong between us, but what I can do is make this weekend special for you. Make sure that your every desire is met. Your every need fulfilled. I can try to mend the fence that I broke with my pride.” As Jay turns from the window and looks directly at me, our eyes truly meet for the first time since my arrival. Feeling uncomfortable at that moment, I instantly divert my eyes to the floor. I am not ready for all of this. I had no idea that I would ever see Jay again, let alone be in the same city – same building – same room. My heart is racing and the memories of our being together are flooding to the surface of my mind with each passing second. I can feel Jay’s eyes on me as I stand silently trying to find some way to look around the room and admire the floral display. I walk slowly around each arrangement. Touching a rose peddle every now and then in a poor attempt to redirect my attention from the situation now at hand. I continue to walk aimlessly around the arrangements that are closest to the front of the room. Finally, I stop for a few seconds and find the courage to say, “Jay, look it was a while ago.” Finding the nerve to raise my eyes and look in his direction, I sheepishly say, “Besides, I am sure you have moved on to bigger and better.” Jay moves in my direction. His eyes never leave my face as he approaches. Lifting my head to see him coming towards me, our eyes lock. I can feel the heat from Jay’s body as he stands close enough for me to touch him. Placing his hand under my chin, Jay looks deeply into my eyes and says, “Tina, I have not ‘moved on’, as you put it.” Jay’s penetrating gaze fills my heart with powerful emotions. I can barely tolerate looking at Jay, as he continues, “Yes, I have my ‘dream job’, but I do not have you. I am sorry for the pain that I have caused you. I am sorry for not understanding at the time that you supported my every step. I am sorry for not allowing you to love me in your own unique way.” Jay’s eyes are glistening as he says, “Simply put Tina, I was wrong. My ego and pride got in the way of the one woman who really cared about me.” Releasing his hold on my face, Jay turns his back and walks towards the window. The heat of his body dissipating as he walks away. My heart is a mixture of emotions as I watch his strong frame return to the window. Yes months have gone by and the hurt is less I admit silently to myself. All I can do is stand perfectly still and stare at him. Jay’s frame is solid and strong as he looks out the window. I’m unsure of what to do next. Should I run up behind him and wrap my arms around his masculine frame or should I simply push him out the window for taking so long to realize I supported his every move? I finally find the strength to make my way across the room. Standing behind Jay I say, “Look Jay, you’re the one who pushed me away and that hurt. All I ever wanted was the best for you and if I could find a way to assist you or make a couple of calls to help you on your way, I wanted to do that for you. You still had to put in the work. I knew that your pride – ego – whatever you want to call it, would not allow for me to do very much.” Jay turns from the window to face me once again. His grey eyes are staring at me with so much passion that I can barley concentrate. I can no longer hold back what is in my heart. “Jay, I thought that you were tired of me. You made me feel as if your pride was more important then my support. I felt helpless to do anything for fear that I would upset you. All we did those last few months was argue. I thought it best to just to walk away. So I did.” Jay steps away from the window and walks towards me. The strong features on his face reveal the path of moisture as a single tear blazes a trail downward on his left cheek. I’m taken by surprise for I have never seen Jay like this before, so open and willing to share his heart. Taking the time to let me into his heart fully and completely. As I watch him approach, my own heart is in total turmoil as he steps close to me and I feel the warmth of his body. Jay extends his hand towards my face. Encompassing my face with his warm strong hand, I can feel the electricity pass between the two of us. Jay raises my chin just enough to place a passionate kiss upon my lips. My breath is taken away and seized within his mouth as his lips devour mine. My eyes close as I feel my inner spirit surrender to the touch of his mouth upon my own. I can feel the strength of his tongue as it slips effortlessly between my lips. The fullness of his mouth capturing my heart once again as his hands trace the contours of my face. Moans of delight emit from deep within me as the barrage of passionate kisses continue between the two of us. Extra Attention My lust-addled brain swiftly reached a conclusion; his jeans needed to come off. Immediately. The top button was undone, his happy trail running from his bellybutton and disappearing down, like an arrow pointing to the Holy Grail. The prize in question was straining against its confines, and the idea that it was I who did this to him made me writhe underneath him. "Please..." I begged, because that was what he had reduced me to. My hands were captive above my head by one of his; every inch of his body was strategically plastered to my naked form, pinning me to his desk and creating a delicious friction when he shifted. He turned me into a needy, frustrated mess underneath him with the skill of an artist. "Please what?" He spat down at me. The cords in his neck were strained, his blonde hair was damp, his lips were swollen and his eyes were black as pitch. His face would have been frightening if he hadn't spent the last forty minutes kissing, sucking, biting and licking every inch of my naked body. As it was, I knew he was simply trying incredibly hard not to unzip a little bit more and plunge himself into me. Which was actually perfect, considering that was exactly what I wanted. "Please...please..." my arguments, which seemed so coherent in my head, came out in garbled whimpers. "I'm ready now..." He raised himself slightly, making sure my eyes were on his hand as he lowered it to his jeans. "You're ready now?" He questioned darkly, and I nodded in response, eyes still fixed on his hand. When he started roughly rubbing himself through his jeans I heard myself moan, without any conscious knowledge of making the sound. "I'm not sure I believe you. I've spent a great deal of time convincing you – rather eloquently, I feel - how much I want you. You remember my arguments? The ones where I used my teeth, and my tongue, and my fingers?" He was hissing at me, barely managing to get the words out as his hand continued to rub up and down his length. I nodded more emphatically this time, looking up to meet his intense stare with a desperate one of my own. He ignored my frustration and finished, "and all you can say in response is 'I'm ready now'? Try a little harder." "I want you to fuck me," I rasped shamelessly – because if this was what I needed to say to get to the Holy Grail – then say it I would. And just in case that didn't work, I pulled out the big guns; the words I know would get him every time. "I want you to make me your little slut, to own me." His eyes, if possible, became darker, but instead of the harsh glare I expected to see, an amused smirk rose to his face while he shook his head at me. "Baby," he snarled "I do own you." His tongue ran over my lips in an animalistic gesture of possession. "But seeing as you don't seem to realize it yet, I think I can spend a couple more hours drilling the message in..." "Miss Gavin?" I was abruptly jolted from my day dreaming by the sound of my name being called. "Sir?" I weakly responded, hoping I hadn't zoned out for too long. When I looked up, I was met with a harsh, but all too familiar stare. "Personal narratives, first drafts due tomorrow." I sighed with relief. Oh, just that. "Oh, can we turn them in early? I already have mine done." As I pulled out the printed copy of my work and held it out for him to accept, Mr. Christiansen looked at me and his expression softened. When he took the assignment, our eyes made contact for a brief moment, causing me to shiver. There's no way he could know that I was just fantasizing about him. Right? As he continued going over the requirements for the other students, I gathered my composure. I tried not to make a habit of letting thoughts of my English teacher run too wild when I was at school. I knew I wasn't the only one; in fact, some of the other girls would go as far as to hike up their skirts right before walking in to his class. If he noticed, he certainly didn't let on that he did. But of course it's not like he would just openly gawk at them, even if he did notice. I mean, they sort of frowned on that sort of thing; ogling the students. While everyone wore uniforms at Chilton, it certainly wasn't hard to distinguish the group of girls who spread their legs for any and everything. While I also chose to hem my skirt as high as regulation would allow, I certainly didn't make a habit of going commando underneath, like a few others desperately vying for the attention of our extremely sexy, extremely unattainable teacher. Those girls were naïve, though. Like he would risk his entire career, that he's obviously passionate about, for a slut in a skirt. At 28, he was still relatable while managing to get his point across, so it was no surprise that he was overwhelmingly voted the students' favorite teacher every year. Because I was on an accelerated path, I was placed in AP English for my senior year. It took a paper almost 10 pages long to be accepted to the course, but I knew it would be well worth it. As far as college recommendations go, Mr. Christiansen only wrote them for the most dedicated students; and I planned on being one of them. My priorities always stayed on academics and sports, hoping maybe one of the two would pay off with a scholarship. As the school year drew to a close, I was already in pre-season for field hockey, and expected to be named All-State in the fall, as it would be my senior year. The next day as we left class, Mr. Christiansen stopped me as I passed his desk. "Miss Gavin, a moment?" God, I loved hearing him say that. "Yes, sir?" "I'd like to discuss your paper with you if you have the time." He said taking a seat at his desk, bringing my paper to the top of the pile. "Of course, is something wrong?" I nervously asked, running my hand through my hair. I couldn't really believe that since I double and triple checked that I met all the requirements. "Not wrong, per se, I just wanted to discuss your topic with you." I took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, automatically on edge. The personal narrative was supposed to be about something we were passionate about, and I chose field hockey. I'd been playing since grade 7, and dedicated a good amount of time to it year round, so it seemed like a no-brainer to write about. "Your paper is well structured and well written, and it's of tamer subject matter, which I thoroughly appreciate; trust me," he joked, which led me to assume those pantyless sluts decided to write exactly what they were 'passionate' about. "But the assignment was to write about something that you are passionate about, and I didn't see a lot of passion in your paper." "Is there something I can do to fix it?" I immediately ask, hoping I hadn't completely botched the assignment. "No need to panic, Miss Gavin. You're an excellent student, and a very talented writer, but your paper lacks the conviction that needs to be present when writing about something you're passionate about. So, that said, I'd like you to choose a different topic," he explained calmly. I think my face visibly fell. Start all over? Fuck my life. "I'm just not sure what else to write about," I admitted, biting my lip in frustration. Start from scratch? Really? "Is there an organization that you feel strongly about? Are you pro-life? Pro-healthcare?" I shake my head and shrug in response. "I'm not very big on politics, and I'm not a member of PETA," I joke softly. "What else do you like to do besides sports? Dig deeper," he probes with an encouraging stare. I felt put on the spot. Did Mr. Christiansen really care if I was passionate about anything? I was passionate about fantasizing about him on a daily basis, but of course I couldn't write about that. Or ever admit that aloud. "I like to dance." He smiled and motioned for me to continue. "Tell me about that." "I've been taking ballet classes since I was four years old, and I still do three days a week. I also spent half my summer in dance intensives." I shrug. This probably bored him to death. "That's a lot of time to dedicate to one thing, why do you like it so much?" I chewed my lip looking for the right words. I could feel his electric blue eyes imploring me for an answer. "It's not fun, exactly, and it's never easy, but nothing makes me happier." His eyebrows raised with intrigue, "interesting, why is that?" "It's hard to explain, really. It's all about discipline and precision. The rules of classical ballet are very cut and dry; there's something comforting about the structure while always striving for perfection. But you have to feel it and enjoy it, because if it's forced it will read that way in your movement. It's 50% of holding everything in, from your posture and center and controlling every move your body makes, but then it's 50% of just letting go, of feeling the music and using your whole body to convey emotion. But it's like, that sense of control that helps me let go and just feel it. It's euphoric." I was completely sure that none of it came out coherently; there was no way he could understand any of that. I hesitantly looked up, knowing he was about to steer me in a different direction. His expression was completely was unreadable, and I already felt stupid enough for that overly descriptive explanation. "I'm sorry, is that stupid?" I frowned. Of course it was stupid, how could that make sense to anyone? "Not at all," he assured, "it's very mature to be so aware of all those emotions. This is definitely what you should write about." It was comforting for him to validate the way I felt, fulfilling even. I smiled in appreciation at his kind words and slowly lifted my gaze to his, feeling more comfortable in his usually nerve wrecking presence. "Thank you for the feedback, sir. I really appreciate you taking the time to help me, especially if I can improve." "You're a dedicated student, Ashton. I'm always happy to help; it's what I'm here for, you know." His lips turned up into a smirk, and I practically melted in front of him. His smile was about the sexiest thing ever. "Well, I better go. I have rehearsal for Cotillion and they stone you on the spot if you're late." I joked hesitantly, not wanting this time to end. "Cotillion?" he inquired. "Yeah, you know, white dresses, large staircases, demure curtseys while the president of the Daughters of the American Revolution declares we are officially open for business." Mr. Christiansen gave a hearty chuckle at my sarcasm. "My sister's daughter is taking part in that, I think. It's at the end of the month, yes?" "Yeah, right after finals are over with." I nodded. "Well then good luck on walking down a staircase." He grinned as I stood up to leave the classroom. -:- The school year came to a close much too quickly. I continued working closely with Mr. Christiansen on my personal narrative and the hard work paid off with an excellent grade. I spent an obscene amount of time in my bed at night fantasizing about how those sessions could have gone, imagining him doing all sorts of dirty, violent things to my body. There were a few time during our meetings when his gaze held mine longer than usual, but of course I had to brush it off, because it was probably just all in my head. I figured out which girl was his niece, turns out her name is Jessica and she goes to another prep school not far from mine. None of my real close friends were participating in the ball, (most of them didn't have the society type parents) so I struck up conversation with her and eventually found a decent friend in Jessica. We were both in the same boat, just trying to please our parents since we didn't care too much about this stuff. It was nice to have someone to commiserate with during the long, sometimes painful, mandatory etiquette and waltz classes. I had impeccable table manners and could do the waltz since age 7, so I felt it all rather unnecessary. Jessica and I arrived at the venue together, hair and makeup done, so all we needed to do was put on our dresses. When we walked in to the suite with the other debutantes, it was chaotic. Girls rushing around to take curlers out of their hair, crying over which lipstick would be the right color, freaking out over miniscule zits that mysteriously popped up overnight. Jess and I just found ourselves a corner to relax and share a bottle of wine while we passed the time until we needed to get dressed. I was eternally grateful that the days of the mandatory hoopskirt were over, as I chose something much simpler. My white lace dress was form fitting with a sweat heart neckline, pooling out slightly is it fell. The soft cap sleeves added just a touch of elegance, and the back plunged a little lower than usual for a flare of drama with a silk chiffon sash to bring everything together. The ceremony went off without a hitch, and I walked down the staircase without tripping, despite my slight buzz from the wine. School had let out just a few days prior to the ball, and after a grueling week of finals, I decided I deserved a night to let loose and enjoy myself. And the open bar helped me do just that. Jessica and I were well on our way to being wasted, toasting as we received our newly filled glasses from the bartender. "Ladies, you look lovely." Oh, that voice... "Uncle Dan!" Jessica whipped around, throwing her arms around her uncle to greet him. I, on the other hand, took my time to turn, knowing the censor in my mind was almost gone. I did not want to make an ass out of myself in front of the man whose face flooded my mind every time I played with my pussy. "Jessica, you did wonderfully. As did you, Miss Gavin." He acknowledged me with a knowing smile. I wish I had known he was coming, I probably would have decided against drinking. "Thank you, sir." I smiled gratefully, and sipped my wine again. "I have to go to the bathroom," Jessica announced, "I'll be right back." And then there were two. Mr. Christiansen waved to the bartender for a drink before turning back to me. "I trust that's sparkling cider, Miss Gavin." "As you should, sir." I winked. "So what are your summer plans?" he asked, taking a sip of his martini. "I start my summer intensive next week, and by the time that's over with I'll be starting two-a-days for field hockey." I shrug. I wasn't really all that interesting. "Well it's good to stay busy, idle hands and what not." He joked. What I'd like to do with my idle hands... "So, may I have this dance?" Mr. Christiansen stretched out his arm, feigning the gentlemanly way of asking someone to dance. I smiled and nodded, downing the rest of my wine before taking his hand to the dance floor. Now before you get all up in arms about the fact that I'm dancing with my teacher in public, let me remind you that the upper class needs not worry about silly things such as student-teacher scandals. In fact, this was the kind of place that no one was concerned because they assumed I knew it would be social suicide for myself and my family. It wasn't uncommon for the older generation at these things to ask for a dance with the newly outed-to-society women. I rested on hand on his shoulder, and he took my other hand in his as we started to sway slowly with the quartet. "You're quite the breath of fresh air, Miss Gavin." He mused as he looked down at me. "Am I?" I challenged, also with a smile. What the hell did that mean? "You're not like your classmates, very reserved, mature for your age." "That's because I wear panties under my skirt in your class." I roll my eyes. Oh god, did I really just say that out loud? He chuckles whole heartedly, clearly knowing what I was talking about. "Well yes, there is something to be said for that, as well." He said, still smiling. His grip on my back was firm, and it felt heavenly to be so close to the man I'd wanted for so long. I reveled in the feeling, the way he smelled, how his eyes caught the light of the chandelier above us. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't turned on. But perhaps that was partially due to the 9 glasses of wine. "Does it get uncomfortable? For them to be so shameless about it, I mean." I inquired. "Yes, it definitely does." He admitted. "They just don't use their common sense. If I actually believed flashing my naughty bits would work, I'd have done it months ago. But it's not as if you'll just go blind with passion and take me right in front of the whole class, which is unfortunately what those girls really think will happen, eventually." What the hell am I saying? Get ahold of yourself, Ashton! "Months ago, huh?" he teased. I blushed and tilted my head down, feeling like I'd just been caught. "No, probably not. I'm not that bold." "So I've noticed," Mr. Christiansen said with an amused smile playing on his lips, "it's refreshing. Because you're right, most females- not just students- can be quite shameless when they approach me. So the way you blush, and get shy with me is endearing." "Well, thanks.." I tried not to grin like an idiot, and I kept my eyes cast downward. "I'm not always this shy, though..." He's making it sound like I'm a huge prude... "No?" "No... I don't live in a convent..." I defend, weakly. I'd let you fuck me senseless in the coat room and beg for your cum like a slut... "In fact, I have a naughty side, too! I just hide it better because I'm classy." I smiled proudly. Was it obvious that I was drunk? "I hardly believe that suits you." He countered. "Oh yeah? That day I handed in my assignment early, when you caught me not paying attention? I was thinking about you pinning me to your desk and teasing me until I begged for you to fuck me like some wanton slut and own my body." I challenged. Did I just cross a line? No, I leaped over it with stilts and wildly long legs. His eyes darkened a bit at my admission, but I was too drunk to care. "We all fantasize about you," I say petulantly, "but I'm not stupid enough to believe I have a chance. You are my teacher, and unlike the mindless sluts, I actually have a grip on reality, drunk as I may be." "Ashton..." he began. "Don't worry," I interrupted with a lazy smile, "this won't be weird. I'm not going to start some cliché seduction plan, I will keep my panties on in your class, and you will write me a brilliant recommendation to Yale in the fall." "Oh, I will?" There was still a smile plastered on his face, which is probably why I was capable of being so bold. "I mean, I hope you will." Well. That confidence was short lived. "You know I think you do it on purpose." He declared. "What?" I asked, caught off guard. "Tease me with that little innocent act of yours, spending so many afternoons staring at me with your big eyes, all 'I need it, Mr. Christiansen', and then do things like taunt me with the knowledge that I can't really do anything about it." My jaw must have dropped to the floor. Was he serious? "I bet you'd do so well on your knees, Miss Gavin." He whispered harshly, "and you're making it very difficult not to drag you out of here with a fist full of hair to find out just how well." "It's scary the way you can read my mind..." is all I could think to say. I felt the pads of his fingers putting more pressure on my back; I could tell he was weighing his options. I couldn't believe we were actually having this conversation, and he was actually trying to decide on whether or not to take me out of there to fuck. I had to press my legs together and try to alleviate some of the frustration that built up from this conversation. "Head up to the fourth floor and walk all the way down to the end of the hall, there's a conference room that isn't used anymore. I'll be right behind you, I just need to say my good byes." Extra Attention His eyes were dark. He was serious. Holy fuck. I discreetly made my way out of the room, and headed toward the other side of large hotel, so no one from the function would see me taking the elevator. I made my way in to the empty room he described, and looked around while I waited. The room was massive, tables and chairs covered in sheets. He didn't keep me waiting long, and I even jumped a little when I heard the door open. He just gave me a devilish grin and shut it quietly behind him. Mr. Christiansen closed the distance between us, and we stood in front of each other as silence hung in the air for an excruciatingly long time. "You're a little fucking tease, you know that? You test my control, but you just keep pushing and pushing." His voice was matter-of-fact, calm, which was even worse than if he were shouting. It was a scary-calm, a calm-before-the-storm calm, and I knew I would have to appease him quickly. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I really never thought I would ever even have the chance..." I babble on, but know that it's getting me nowhere. Finally, I sigh and simply say, "I'll make it up to you." "Yes, you most certainly will." His voice was no longer calm, but low, gritty. Dangerous. "Get on your knees." I did as he asked – commanded – and dropped to my knees as easily as I could in my rather constricting dress. I looked up at him for guidance, for permission. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, understand?" I nodded, licking my lips. His eyes closed when I did that, and I knew I'd pay for teasing him. "Lean forward, unzip my pants, and un-tuck my cock." I kept my eyes fixed on his as I expertly leant forward and unzipped pants. He was already painfully hard underneath his boxers, and it didn't take much encouragement for his erection to spring free. There was already pre-cum leaking out, and I automatically rubbed the fluid around his swollen pink head. His hips automatically pushed up when I did that, and he reprimanded me, "I don't recall telling you to do that, Ashton." "S-sorry, sir. What was it that you wanted me to do?" The lust that had his eyes in slits made me feel suddenly embolden, and I added in a throaty whisper; "did you want me to suck on your thick hard cock? Because that's what I really want." He gave a strangled gasp, and then suddenly his hands were fisted in my hair and the tip of his cock was at my lips. "Of course it's what you want you greedy slut, open your mouth and take it." I did as he said, and he immediately speared his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took deep breaths through my nose as he began thrusting his length in and out of my mouth. All the while, he was groaning and swearing under his heavy breathing. "That's right...all of it... fuck... you hot little slut, that mouth...you're mine now..." His hips started moving more jerkily when I began swallowing his length with each thrust, and I knew he was close. "You little cock tease, make me cum in your mouth..." he moaned out, his head falling back and hands still entangled in my hair. "Swallow it all like my good little whore..." He thrust a few more times before emptying his cum in to my hungry mouth. I swallowed everything I could, and licked up his cock to make sure. His post orgasmic euphoria was short lived, as the vibrating of his cell phone brought us both back to reality. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed before silencing the vibrating. "I'm sorry little one, but I have to go. This is not over though, mark my words." He lowered his head to my eye level, before kissing my forehead. "You were fantastic." And just like that, he was out the door. Extra Attention Jay and Adrian step closer to me so that I can slide my hands over their firm stomachs. Sliding my hands downward as I feel my way towards their cocks. The excitement is rising as my hands glide over warm skin in search of each mans erect manhood. I am more at ease with the presence of Adrian as I turn my head to look at him. I witness the closure of his eyes as my touch excites him. Each man steps even closer to me. I must abandon the two strong cocks in my hands, as I turn my head back to face Jay. I can feel Adrian’s hard strong cock in my back and Jay’s cock on my stomach. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of Jay’s shaft and leaves a bit of wetness on my stomach as I rise on my tip-toes to kiss him full on the mouth. As our lips part, Jay says, “Tina, I promised Adrian a taste of your pussy for assisting me with rekindling our adore.” Taking my face in his hands, Jay continues, “Let him taste your sweetness.” My mind is a blur as I stand before Jay. The sensuality passing through me currently makes me weak with desire. I am strong in the Broad Room, strong in player negotiations, strong in financial activities for my team, but when it comes to saying “no” to Mr. Jay Anders, that is simply not an option. Jay and I enjoy threesomes. Jay often watches and then joins in the fun after he is sufficiently aroused. Due to my position and status in life, it is not an adventure we can over indulge ourselves in and Jay is very careful about screening the partners he chooses for us. His muscular build and protectiveness of me may account for why none of our exploits have reached any tabloids or gossip TV shows. Jay’s eyes never leave mine as he says to Adrian, “Adrian, I want you to take Tina’s hand and lead her to the side of the tub. Then sit her down on the side of the tub. I want you to bend down before her and open her thick thighs. Then take your fingers and spread her pussy lips so that you can view her clit. Adrian, I want you to wrap your lips around her clit and suck her until her sweet pussy juice drips from her twat.” The intensity in Jay’s eyes as he speaks to Adrian is thrilling to me. My excitement is growing with each word from Jay’s lips. Jay cups my cheek as he continues, “I guarantee you Adrian, you will never find a sweeter, juicier tasting pussy as what lays between my Tina’s legs.” Releasing my face with his hand, Jay kisses my lips deeply and then turns me towards Adrian. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest as Adrian takes my small hand into his strong hand. The touch of Adrian’s hand on mine feels hot and natural. Leading me to the side of the black and gold sunk-in tub, I place my other hand on top of Adrian’s as I watch his bare firm ass walk to the edge of the tub. Stopping just in front of the edge, Adrian turns his head to look at me. I can sense his excitement as Adrian says, “Tina, I want to eat your pussy until you surrender all of your juices into my mouth.” My breath is caught in my chest as I listen to Adrian’s deep sexy voice. Each word Adrian speaks reemphasizes Jay’s words of just a moment ago. I can feel Adrian’s eyes penetrate my soul as he pulls me closer to him. Adrian’s deep brown eyes are wide with excitement and reveal the lust that is deep within his spirit. Kissing me deeply, Adrian presses his masculine body against mine. Our nakedness ignites an even deeper wanting between the two of us. Adrian whispers as our lips part, “I want you.” In one smooth motion, Adrian gently guides me to a sitting position on the side of the tub and parts my legs with ease as Jay steps behind him to watch. Jay’s cock is hard and erect as he positions himself just off to the left of Adrian. I can see Jay stroking his fine specimen of manhood as he watches the preparations of my pussy being eaten by Adrian. Jay slides his tongue over his generous lips and states, “Tina, you make me so hard. I love to watch you.” My eyes leave Jay for a moment and shift to Adrian who is standing before me. My sitting position permits me to have a full view of the massive tool that Adrian adorns. Adrian’s erection matches the full length and thickness of Jay’s! Seeing two displays of manhood of equal quality, only heightens my arousal. Adrian descends to his knees in front of me and places his hands on the tops of my thighs. The heat from his hands is soothing as he gently rubs my thighs. Adrian’s powerful hands open my legs into submission. “Adrian,” Jay utters from his vantage point, “I want you to take your time my friend. Do not rush this moment. I want you to eat Tina’s pussy slow. I want you to taste each drop that she leaks out into your mouth.” Jay’s hand is still on his cock as he talks to Adrian. Jay continues, “I want her to cum in your mouth. I want to hear her beg you to stop. ” The excitement grows within me as Jay gives further instructions to Adrian. The rush I feel as Jay speaks to Adrian sends new shockwaves through my already pulsating pussy. My clit is throbbing with anticipation. Adrian begins to place warm kisses on the insides of my thighs. His hands maintain their diligent parting of my thighs as his lips travel over my soft skin. The fullness of Adrian’s lips and the wetness of his tongue sears my fate with each kiss. My head falls to the side as Adrian makes his way closer to my private flower. Jay steps to the side to improve his view as Adrian moves forward towards my swollen clit. Jay’s cock is erect as he grips his member and gently slides his hand up and down his shaft. Adrian’s fingers waist no time in locating the lips of my plump pussy. Adrian’s fingers move to tenderly open my pussy lips. Adrian’s touch is electrifying. Adrian inhales deeply my feminine scent as he says, “Jay, she smells wonderful. Her scent is intoxicating.” Jay replies, “I know. Tina smells sweet enough to eat!” A broad smile encompasses Jay’s full lips as he looks at me and continues to watch Adrian on his knees in-between my legs. Jay’s eyes are full of lust as he watches Adrian lower his head to devour the center of my passion. My clit is hard and my pussy is wet as the ‘extra attention’ persists. Adrian is eager to oblige Jay as I feel his warm full lips surround my clit. The sensation of feeling Adrian’s lips on my hard clit takes my breath away and my back arches as my head goes back and I open my legs wider. My hips slide forward just enough for Adrian to take in the fullness of my blossom. “Oh, Adrian!” I exclaim. “Your lips feel so good on my clit.” Adrian’s lips are soft and full as he wraps them around the heart of my womanhood. My breath is coming in quick short gasps as Adrian suckles my hard clit in his mouth. Adrian’s tongue flicks over my hard clit with precision. Each stroke of his capable tongue releases a trickle of juice from deep within my pussy walls. The sensation permeating through my pussy is unbelievable. Beads of sweat form on my upper lip as Adrian lazily licks my pussy. Each stroke of his tongue is deliberate and exact. My pussy bastes in Adrian’s wet tongue and my own juice. My breath is short as Adrian opens my pussy lips even further to plunge his tongue into my whole. “Ah, that’s it Adrian,” breathlessly the words escape my lips as Adrian thrusts his tongue back and forth into the center of my pussy. “Eat my pussy.” My eyes open slightly to the sound of Adrian licking my pussy. My mind is whirling from the pleasure of Adrian’s tongue and the fact that Jay is standing in the same room watching us. Adrian plunges his tongue in and out of my female core. Adrian laps up any juice that escapes. Adrian’s skillful tongue relentlessly pursues my treasure chest as it darts in and out of my whole. Our moans of pleasure mix well within the confines of this elegant bathroom. “Adrian, do not allow Tina to hold back.” Jay says. “She has a tendency to not give her all at times. You may have to persuade her with your fingers in order for her to reach her full potential.” Jay’s strong hand plays with his own tool as he adds this piece of advise. His swollen cock is leaking pre-cum from the tip as he speaks to Adrian. A sound of understanding emits from between my legs as Adrian acknowledges this new set of instructions. Releasing his hold on my whole for just a moment, Adrian replies, “You maybe right, Jay. I can feel a bit of tension right about here.” Unbeknownst to me, Adrian points to the center of my womanhood. Without any warning, Adrian impales my hot juicy pussy with two of his agile fingers. I bolt upright with my eyes wide open as Adrian’s fingers delve deeper in and out of my pussy – twisting and turning as he fills my whole with his digits. My breath is taken away and my legs rise up involuntarily…opening wider, allowing Adrian to have a clear path to my feminine cavern. I can not contain my sounds of pleasure. “Oh please, fuck me with your fingers Adrian,” I beg. Adrian’s fingers slide in and out of my wetness as he places his full lips back on my clit. Adrian’s lips envelop the fullness of my throbbing clit. My hips begin to move in rhythm with each insertion of Adrian’s fingers. The liquid lava that is flowing from my pussy surrounds Adrian’s fingers. The nectar of my flower drenches Adrian’s fingers as he drives his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. Stepping all the way to the left side of Adrian, Jay has a better view of the erotic assault that Adrian is delivering to my quivering clit. Jay says, “That’s it, Adrian. Plunge your fingers deep within her sweet pussy. I told you she would be juicy.” My cries of pleasure are reverberating throughout the bathroom as Adrian plows my pussy with his strong fingers. My clit is rock hard within Adrian’s lips as for the first time I feel the contact of Adrian’s teeth dragging every so carefully across my clit. The end result of Adrian using this technique on my clit sends the first wave of a long awaited spasm coursing through my body. Adrian’s method of seducing me into submission reeks havoc within my inner soul. Jay moves around Adrian and walks towards me. Walking up the first step next to me, Jay holds his cock in his hand – stroking it – kneading it into obedience. Sliding his hand up and down the enormous shaft of his cock, Jay is ready for me to wrap my hot mouth around his member. “Take it, Tina,” Jay urges. “Take my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck me off, baby.” My mouth opens wide from a scream of passion, as Adrian flicks his tongue over my very sensitive clit. Jay ceases that moment to slide his erect cock deep within my hot mouth. Instantly I can taste the pre-cum at the tip of Jay’s dick. The salty taste energizes me. I slide my full lips up and down his shaft. Jay moans with delight and says, “Damn Tina, you suck my cock good. Um, take it all.” Jay slides his cock deeper into the recesses of my mouth. Touching the back of my throat with his member. My attention is divided between the pleasure of having Adrian between my legs and giving pleasure to Jay by sucking his cock. I reach up with my right hand from my sitting position to fondle Jay’s balls. I can feel the tightness of Jay’s sack as I rub and ease away the building tension. Soon I will feel the release of Jay’s cum on my body and in my mouth. Jay is almost ready to explode as he watches me suck his cock and Adrian eat my pussy. The fact that I know I am exciting him affords me the luxury of enticing Jay even more. I remove my mouth from his hard strong cock. Licking my full lips with my tongue I tease Jay a little. Slowly I slip and slide my tongue downward along the side of Jay’s hard cock. My tongue sends lightening bolts of pleasure as I make my way to Jay’s nuts. I take Jay’s balls fully into my mouth as he says, “ Um, that’s my girl. You know what I like. Lick and suck my balls Tina.” Jay’s words are no longer eloquent, but simply straight forward and to the point. His heart is racing as I stimulate his seed sack. Stroking and sucking his balls with all of the tenderness I can muster. Adrian continues to cause chaos within my pussy walls. Adrian can feel the walls of my pussy quiver with each piercing push of his fingers. Sensing my climax is close, Adrian fiercely ravages my clit with his tongue. The spasms ripping through my midsection are more frequent and powerful. My juice is over flowing from my pussy as Adrian licks my pussy and his fingers push deeper and deeper inside of me. Out of my sight, Adrian’s other hand is messaging his own stiff hard-on as he concentrates on tasting every drop that escapes my sensual cavern. The sweet scent of pussy juice, roses and vanilla mixes in the air as the three of us pleasure each other. The sounds of pleasure that emit from our lips can be heard by all, taking our pleasure to a higher level. We can all feel the pleasure, desire and rapture that is circulating through our bodies as our sensual threesome reaches the brink of no return. Our breathing is erratic, our voices are as one as the ecstasy courses through our souls. Each of us feeding off of the arousal of the other person. Adrian’s fingers pummel my pussy over and over again. My juice saturates Adrian’s fingers as I scream from the sheer pleasure of cumming for him and Jay. As the spasms shake my very essence, I relinquish my hold on Jay’s cock and balls as cum spews wildly from Jay’s manhood and lands on my face and neck. My mouth is open to catch the few streams of cum that land within it’s confines. Adrian raises up from his kneeling position and forces his engorged cock into my dripping pussy. Thrusting deeper inside of me, Adrian places his hands on my waist in order to delve relentlessly into the interior of my core. I can feel every inch of Adrian as his manhood plows the depth of my soul. My breath is short as Adrian grinds his hips against my open legs. Jay’s voice is full of excitement as he says, “Adrian, fuck her. Fuck her hard! Go deep inside of her until she screams for you to stop.” Jay’s words are dangerously evil, but they excite all of us even further. Jay reaches out and strokes my forehead as the perspiration trickles down my cheek. The physical exertion of having Adrian inside of me and sucking Jay off begins to take it’s toll on my body as the spasms of climax are coming one right after another. The walls of my womanhood shutter with desire. No longer am I able to control the quivering inside. One final thrust of Adrian’s cock deeply inside of me, made him yell out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Pulling out his erect cock, Adrian steps to the other side of me and allows his first load of cum to launch all over my stomach. “Ahhh,” Adrian drones, as the second wave of cum leaves his cock and lands on my breasts. Adrian’s head snaps back and his eyes close as he shakes the last drop of cum from his cock on my bottom lip. Reaching down, Jay rubs the mixture of his semen and Adrian’s into my skin. Jay says, “Lick your bottom lip Tina. Show Adrian how much you appreciate his ‘extra attention’.” Without hesitation, I slip my tongue over my bottom lip saying, “Ummm, you both taste so good.” The masculine blind of Jay and Adrian as my ‘extra attention’ comes to and end is divine. Now on to my bath…