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The Briefcase Ch. 01

By: MissSenses



Readers,

This is my first fully completed series. It took me 5 months to write it. I put my heart and soul into it. It has now become one of the best pieces I have ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

*****

It was getting later and later into the evening, and Jessica was still in her office. Reclined in the leather chair, her heels hung off the edge of the desk. Biting at the edge of her pen, she held it between her teeth, tapping at the keys on her keyboard. A folder lay open, cradled in her lap while she flipped through the documents of her latest project.

"Knock, knock." the receptionist peeked in.

Jessica looked from beyond the desktop lamp. "Yes?"

"I'm leaving for the night, unless there's something you need before I go?" the receptionist asked, the door knob gripped in her hand.

"No, get out of here Sam. I've kept you here long enough." Jessica smiled, waving her on.

"Thanks, Miss Alexander. You should go home too." Sam smiled, staring at her from the door while she waited for her to answer.

"Oh, I will. I'm just finishing up." Jessica answered with a distracted tone, not looking up from her computer.

"Have a nice evening." Sam closed the door, Jessica's eyes still fixed on the flashing screen.

Moments went by as Jessica looked up realizing Sam no longer stood there. She closed her folder with an exhausting sigh and clicked off the computer. Standing too push the chair in, she glanced at the clock. 11:35 pm, another dinner missed. Pulling her sports jacket from the back of the chair, she gathered up her paperwork sliding it into her tote with a few other folders.

Jessica scooped up her cell phone and slipped it into her jacket pocket. She pinched the master key between her fingers as she locked the desk, flipping the switch off to the lamp. One last look around the office and she shut her door, finding Sam still at her desk.

Sam stood over her desk as she filled her bag. "Oh, hey... I almost forgot. This arrived for you. I would've given it to you sooner, but you were on a call." Sam explained with a worried look, as she held the yellow envelope up.

"Oh, that's fine Sam." Jessica smiled, reaching for the envelope. 

"Is it from a client? It's not addressed." Jessica looked at the label.

To Jessica Alexander: Private.

"It was slipped into my inbox. I never spoke to the messenger. Sorry." Sam looked at her with curious eyes.

"Okay, thank you. See you in the morning Sam." Jessica stuffed the semi-thick envelope into her tote and pulled the strap up over her shoulder.

"Bye Miss Alexander."

Jessica waved over her shoulder, continuing to walk down the long hallway, headed toward the elevator.

*****

Jessica locked the front door and tossed her keys into the dish next to the front door. She turned and sat at the edge of the stairs, kicking her heels off. Glancing at the tote in front of her, she dug for the package, and she pulled it from her bag. She stared at the envelope for a long moment.

I never get packages marked private...she thought.

Slipped inside the seal, her finger ripped through the sealed edge, and she spilled the contents into her lap. A cheap black cell phone, silver linked chain, and a small white envelope slid out with a stapled document.

*****

The Clients 

This was in black lettering at the center of the page. Jessica flipped the page, folding it over.

You have been selected to join this private club. There are rules to this club which are strictly enforced. If you accept these rules and wish to join, sign the last page of the document and seal it in the white envelope. This white envelope should be brought with you when meeting your first client. If you choose not to sign the document, dispose of it and its contents.

Rule 1: You must use a briefcase and attach the silver chain to the handle. Place anything to do with the clients in that briefcase. Keep it with you at all times. If the briefcase is not with you upon arriving to meet with a client, the meeting will not take place.

Rule 2: No money will exchange hands. However, you may give/receive gifts, should you or your client decide to do so.

Rule 3: You must never speak of The Clients to anyone other than the people in the club. Failure to do so will result in immediate termination of the club.

Thank you,

The Document Handler

*****

Jessica flipped to the next page. There was a long line requiring her signature and a small line at the bottom of the page. 

*Check your voice mail. Code: Meet Me*

Jessica dropped the document into her lap, baffled. Picking up the yellow envelope, she looked into it. Thinking there was more information, she turned it over looking on the back. Not a single mark. 

"What kind of club is this?" Jessica asked aloud, glancing down at the cell phone with curiosity.

Picking it up, she turned it on, waiting for the screen to light up. A light vibration went off, shaking the phone in her palm as a single message appeared at the bottom of the screen. Jessica bit her lip, dying to know what was waiting for her at the other end. She pressed the voice mail button and waited. 

"Please enter your password." An automated voice said, as Jessica touched the keypad putting in the code.

"Your meeting is tomorrow evening. Press Y and your new envelope will be delivered. Unable to meet, press N and another meeting will be set." 

Jessica glanced at the phone with her thumb hovering over the button. A surge of excitement raced through her limbs, as she pressed Y and then listened.

"Thank you," the automated voice said, and then the connection was gone.

Jessica stood and gathered up all the contents of the package. A brisk walk to her bedroom, and she laid the contents on the bed. Pushing the closet door open, she grabbed the handle of a briefcase and pulled it off the top shelf. Standing over the bed, she spilled the contents of the envelope into the case and then turned off the cell phone, dropping it into the case and closing it.

With the handle grasped in her hand, she entered the kitchen and laid it on the kitchen table. Opening the freezer, she pulled out a frozen dinner, and popped it into the microwave. Staring at the case, she opened it and ripped the bottom sheet off the document. Scratching a pen across the paper, she signed on the black line and then folded it, placing into the white envelope.

Jessica took a deep breath and then laid the envelope next to the cell phone inside the case. She pulled the silver chain out and looped it around the handle. The microwave timer went off and Jessica sat quietly, forking through her dinner. She stared at the case and then her cell phone rang. 

"Hello?" answering her cell phone that she pulled free from her pocket.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" 

"Hi, Eric. I'm eating my twice-cooked frozen dinner." Jess said dryly.

"Another late night huh?" Eric said softly, as though he was just getting ready to fall asleep.

"Yeah, work's been a little crazy lately. Why are you still up?" she asked, noticing the time.

"I worked late as well." Eric sighed.

"That sucks. Any signs of it letting up?" Jess asked, making small talk as she studied the case.

"Hopefully soon, but who knows. You know how these things go." Eric coughed, clearing his throat. "Say, would you like to try to go out for a drink tomorrow?" 

"I can't. I'm meeting a client."

"Anyone you should give my card to?" Eric chuckled.

Eric Jackson was just one floor down from Jessica's, in the silver high rise near the center of downtown. Jessica's nasty court battle had thrown them together, which was a lot closer than Jessica wanted. She knew when she met Eric that their similar lifestyles would have them bumping into each other, long after their business was concluded. 

Jessica never mixed business with pleasure. It was a complication that never worked out in her experience. Someone in the office always caught wind of the gossip, making business that much harder, and Jessica didn't need another scandal surrounding her office. It's bad enough that some people were willing to sue you at the drop of a hat, simply from choking on a piece of food. Eric had gotten Jessica out of a serious and potentially damaging situation. Jessica was grateful, but she never wanted to owe Eric anything and somewhere along the way it had gotten personal. 

One night after a meeting with Eric and his partners, it was drinks over a big victory after coming across a vital piece of information that put Jessica's company back in the clear. Most of his partners had left the bar that night, leaving Jessica alone with Eric. Eric was a successful partner at his law firm. A great sense of humor and he had a body that was made to be worshipped. 

"Nah, this client doesn't need your help." Jessica replied with a smirk. "It's time for me to go. I really should get some sleep. You've done it again, it's almost 1 am!" Jessica laughed, knowing that between the two, she was the one that who could never get off the phone, especially listening to his intoxicating bedroom voice.

"Alright, well... I'm sure I'll beat you to work tomorrow. I hope you have a better day." Eric's voice dropped closer to a whisper, as if he wrapped his arms around her body.

"Sleep well Eric. We'll catch up soon. Goodnight." Jessica exhaled softly.

"Goodnight." Eric hung up the phone, the dial tone ending the call.

*****

The horrifying sound of an alarm went off and Jessica flipped over, knocking it off the nightstand. It hit the floor with a loud thud and went silent. Once out of bed, Jessica rushed through her shower and dressed as though she was in a race, flying around her bedroom like she was on fire. Being late to work was never an option, especially since she didn't have an excuse, like a hot body still lying next to her in bed.

A half-hour later and, she arrived at her building, entering the elevator in the basement of the parking garage. The heavy silver doors opened after finishing the speedy ride to the seventh floor. She briskly walked down the hallway toward her office with the briefcase clutched in her hand.

"Hi, Miss Alexander" Sam smiled, watching her approach the desk. "Your first two appointments have canceled and have rescheduled for next week. Also, your 5 o' clock is now moved to tomorrow at the same time." Sam held her hand up as Jessica grabbed the messages along with a few envelopes.

"Thank you, I'll be in my office." Jessica walked away, shuffling through the envelopes. Walking around her desk, she tapped the button on the phone. "Sam, could you get Eric on the phone for me and buzz him through?" 

"Yes, right away." Sam's voice came over the speaker.

"Thank you." Jessica dropped her briefcase onto the desk and releasing the latches, as she pulled out the folders from the night before. 

She glanced at the cell phone, stuffed into one of the pockets of the briefcase. "The Clients"...how many are there? 

Suddenly the phone on her desk beeped. "Yes," she tapped the speaker button. "So, were ya late this morning?" Eric chuckled, teasing her.

Jessica glanced out at Sam, a perfect view, where she sat at her desk. Jessica took it off speaker by picking up the phone. "Lucky for you I made it here on time, otherwise I'd have to bill ya!" Jessica said firmly.

"I can think of countless ways that I could pay you." Eric's seductive tone sent the fine hairs on the back of her neck to a stand still. "My offer still stands for that drink."

"I know what a drink would do, we've already been there." Jessica sighed from the memory of his hands, pulling at her flesh. 

The memory always made her heart jump. She had just exited out the ladies' room when she saw him against the far wall. The low lighting made his golden eyes glow, and as he pushed off the wall, heightened his height advantage as she looked up keeping their gazes locked. Her breath caught as he reached out and lifted her. Pinning her to the wall one hand supporting her weight by cupping her tight ass, the other claimed most of a breast. Still surprised, he stole the rest of her breath with a deep kiss. Her hands fisted in his raven hair, as her body melted from his assault. As they broke from the kiss for much needed air, he stared into her soft brown eyes. She knew he read her panic as he slid her down his length, holding her up until her legs recovered to hold her up.

"We were drunk that night. It never should've happened. We just got caught up in the moment of winning." Jessica added quickly, trying to break the path of the conversation. "Time to get back work; I just called to give ya hard time about keeping me up even later than usual." 

"It was more than just winning and the alcohol." Eric teased. "Have a good day Jess, and stay out of trouble, will ya? I don't want to have to bail your ass out again." Eric chuckled.

"Ha! Bye, Eric." Jessica hung up the phone, shaking her head at his remark.

Signing the bottom of a few forms, she walked out to Sam's desk. "Can you make three copies of these?" Sam looked up with a nod, as she answered the ringing phone.

Jessica turned and walked halfway down the hall, stopped to pour herself some coffee and then returned to her office. She sat down taking the first few sips from her cup and then realized her briefcase had been moved. A plain yellow envelope was now placed on top of her folders. She set her cup down and looked out to see Sam still on the phone.

Taking the letter opener, she sliced the edge. A keycard spilled onto the desk as Jessica looked into the envelope and pulled out a small index card.

6pm. Hotel: Ashton Heights

Jessica swallowed hard. Her skin began to tingle as if millions of spiders had just run down her back and then covered her thighs. She set the keycard in the briefcase and then closed the case. 

Picking up the phone, she hesitated, and placed it back on its cradle. She then stood and walked over to the edge of the office door. "Hey Sam, did you see anyone come by here?" Jessica asked, puzzled.

"You mean your office?" Sam questioned, looking over the counter. 

"Yes." 

"No, I haven't seen anyone, anything wrong?" Sam studied her closely. 

"Oh no, everything is fine." Jessica smiled passively and turned, leaving Sam casting a look of wonder at her.

The rest of the day crawled by. Even as busy as Jessica was, her thoughts were never far from the hotel. Sam stepped into her office, dropping the copied forms on top of her desk. "Here are the copies you wanted." Sam looked at the briefcase for a long moment before she smiled and then turned leaving her office. 

"Thanks." Jessica placed them into the outbox, glanced at the clock for the last time and started to gather her things. 

Locking her office door, she turned toward Sam. "I'm done for the rest of the day," she informed her, folding her jacket over the arm that held her briefcase.

"Leaving early huh? You got a hot date?" Sam said with a giggle. "You work too much Miss Alexander." 

"Gooooodnight Sam." Jessica rolled her eyes with a friendly smile, walking toward the elevator.

Three floors down, the elevator door slid opened and two gentlemen got in. The big silver door shut enclosing them in. The feeling of descent was felt as the elevator car began to move. Jessica glanced at the gentlemen's tailored suits and then she gazed at buttons on her blouse. 

"Are we all meeting them at Jakes?" The gentleman spoke as Jessica looked up, the elevator counting down floor by floor.

"Yeah, Sheri said that they were an hour ahead of us..." The gentleman to the left nudged him, "...you know what that means don't you?" He chuckled under his breath as the man to his right only replied with a satisfied smile.

The elevator stopped a few floors up from the lobby, as the gentleman to Jessica's left stepped out. "Why don't you come with me, we'll drive over together." He said, and then turned to look at his partner, who stood in front of Jessica. 

Jessica smiled, trying to appear disinterested in their conversation. She watched his partner exited and just as the doors were about to shut, she glanced at the gentleman to the left. A silver linked chain caught her eye, dangling from his briefcase, as the door came to a close.

A member of the club, how many more are in this building? Jessica thought, suddenly feeling apart of something much bigger.

After a short drive, Jessica pulled into the parking lot at Ashton Heights. She reached across the seat and opened the case, grabbing the key.

This is just another client meeting to do another piece of business. Jessica sighed, trying to convince herself, tapping the card key against her nose. Who am I kidding... this is more fun than business. She stepped out of the car and walked toward the hotel. The hotel double doors opened before her and she entered the hotel lobby. In the palm of her hand, she read the key.

Room #101

Jessica found the elevators only a few feet from where people were gathered, circled around a roaring fireplace in luxurious lounge chairs. Light music played over the hotel speakers as Jessica made her way toward the set of elevators.

The Briefcase Ch. 02



Arriving at her floor, she stepped out into a long, nicely-lit hallway. Following the signs, the arrows below the room numbers pointing the way, Jessica felt tiny nervous knots curling in her stomach. Her heart thumped at a rapid beat, approached the door, taking one long deep breath. The keycard sliced into the slot releasing the lock as she turned the knob. Her anticipation was felt at the edges of her fingertips, as she pushed the heavy spring-hinged door open.

"Hello," she paused. "...Anyone here...?" Jessica walked slowly, spotting a flat screen tv hanging from the wall, as she entered the room. A round table was placed in the corner of the room with two chairs pushed under it. A black briefcase was closed, lying in the center of the table with the same silver chain wrapped around its handle.

Jessica walked toward the table. A king-size bed was filled with pillows, the comforter pulled down and a tray of food sat near the end of the bed. It had been filled with an assortment of different fruits, cheese, and crackers. 

"...Hello?" Jessica called again, setting her case down on the table and then turned, seeing a door. Left open a crack, a small light sliced across the carpet from beyond the door frame.

She walked across the room, passing the bed. Placing her fingertips to the panel of the door and she gave it a small push. The door swung open slowly until it met with the wall behind it. A large, garden jet-tub filled with bubbles sat in the center of the bathroom with a large glass window surrounding it. The steam that filled the window blurred the lights from the city.

"Close your eyes." The soft and sexy voice of a man.

Jessica jumped, startled beyond belief and started to turn.

"No, no. Don't turn around yet. Just listen to what I have to say." His soothing tone only calmed only part of her body.

"I'm sure you have a million questions. But, first let me tell you that you are safe. Even though you've never met me, nothing will happen without your consent. If for any reason you feel that you are not safe or wish to end this meeting, you may walk out at that door at anytime." His voice began to soothe her racing heart.

"I'm your client for tonight." He inhaled deeply just to the side of her ear. "Are your eyes closed?" Jessica's hair shifted, giving her goose bumps as he spoke softly into her ear.

"Yes."

"Open your mouth." He paused, "Its okay, you're very safe." He said, reassuring her once more. Jessica opened her mouth, feeling a large lump in her throat.

The scent of a strawberry reached her nose first and then the cold berry finally came next, barely touching the edge of her lips.

"I bet you're hungry. Take a bite." His pampered voice moved to the other ear, as her hair moved slightly from his breath, dusting the top of her shoulder.

Jessica took a bite filling her dry mouth with the sudden burst of flavor. "Mmm..." her mouth watered, gushing with saliva, as the juice moistened her tongue. She stood motionless feeling the presence of his body behind her. She listened as he finished what was left of the strawberry while his arm slowly wrapped around her waist. 

"Okay, open your eyes." His embrace softly squeezed her body against his.

Jessica opened her eyes. A small bowl of strawberries was held out in front of her, resting in the palm of his hand. His other arm embraced her, keeping her snug against his body and she smiled, taking another one for herself, savoring another bite. 

Never before had a single embrace felt so deep. With a light grip to her hip, he slowly turned her body toward him. "There weren't any strawberries on our tray." He chuckled softly, staring down into her deep brown eyes, the bowl of strawberries still hovering behind her back.

Ohh... mmm. Jessica almost purred, feeling the immediate attraction as their eyes met. 

He stood in a suit with no tie. His shirt was unbuttoned and lying open against his muscular chest. Jessica looked down at his bare feet and laughed inside, thinking he went hunting for strawberries without shoes. Her eyes explored the slacks he wore and they reached the outline of a hidden button behind his waistband.

"All for me ...?" Jessica exhaled, wondering over his torso, her mouth ajar trying to find the right words to say next.

"Where would you like it....?" he winked, resting his hand at her waist, pulling the bowl of strawberries between them. He plucked a strawberry from the bowl, engulfed it, taking it right down to the stem. Jessica watched his mouth sucking it in behind his lips. "...On the bed or in the tub...?" A seductive grin curled the corners of his mouth.

Jessica inhaled deeply. His voice was alluring which added to his blue bedroom-eyes, and the hot crawl-all-over-me, wanton body standing before her. 

"...Maybe I should help you make your choice." He left her standing there, wiggling in her high heels, and trying to speak.

Standing next to the bed, he made a space for the bowl of strawberries and set it down into the tray in the center of the bed. He turned back toward her, sliding his black jacket from his well-formed arms and laid it on the bed behind him. His eyes never blinked as he grabbed the edges of his white, button-down shirt, pulling it free from his shoulders.

Seductively he wet his lips with his tongue, as Jessica watched him turn and pick up the tray, walking back toward her. He knelt down to set the tray down in front of her feet and then looked up at her, rising from his bent knees. Jessica fiddled with the material on her skirt, watching him get closer and closer to her. He reached for her chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. He smeared the last of the strawberry juice that remained there, studying her thinking eyes.

"Whatever you decide is fine. But, after a long day, I'm thinking the tub is the best choice." He dragged his index finger across her bottom lip until it trailed off. 

Jessica sucked in a breath and turned slightly, as he strolled into the bathroom towards the tub without a backward glance. She heard the sound of his zipper and watched as his slacks slid down over his tightly formed ass, the black boxer briefs he wore pulled along behind them.

He stepped out of them, tossing them to the chair that sat against the wall only a foot away from the tub. He walked up the steps to the tub, a slow step at a time. His beautiful uncovered body flexed with each movement he made while stepping down into the hot bubbling water.

Jessica stepped out of her heels and left them where she stood, outside the bathroom door. She bent down and grabbed the tray of food with both hands and walked through the door, as she set the tray down at the large end of the tub.

"Ah, I see you've decided." He said, turning toward her, the bubbles swirled around his body as he leaned his back up against the large oval-shaped tub.

"I can't remember the last time I took a bubble bath." Jessica smiled, as she peeled her jacket off her shoulders and then tossed it on top of his clothes.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she inhaled deeply, each button taking longer than the last, now suddenly aware of the rush to get undressed. I don't want to forget the way you look at me, she thought, finally removing her blouse. 

A white laced bra enclosed the soft form of her breasts, and she released them, dropping the bra at her feet. Her ivory skin had been reddened with the heat of her desire. She unzipped the back of her skirt, drinking in his consuming eyes, as she continued to take off each piece of clothing. 

Her skirt hit the floor, which revealed only the white, laced stockings she'd worn. A hint of her soft, brown curls appeared, trimmed just above the pink bud that appeared, peeking from her folds.

She took a step closer, leaving her skirt on the floor behind her. Placing her right foot on the first step to the tub, she placed the palms of her hands against her thigh, rolling down one laced stocking. Slowly down her thigh, over her knee and then down her calf as she stopped at her ankle. Pinching the tips of her toes, she pulled it free, letting it fall to the shaggy rug that covered the floor. 

Her left foot then came to the tub, her eyes now filled with fire, as she stood nude before a man she'd never met before. She continued undressing, rolling the other stocking down, and pulling it free from her foot.

"You have an amazingly beautiful body," he sighed, as she released the last stocking from her fingers. 

"Thank you" she softly replied, sitting across from him. Walking up steps, she then climbed down into the water, and the bubbles slid up her body the deeper she sank down into the tub. 

"Come here." 

Jessica slowly moved toward him. 

"Turn around." His hot water-soaked hands went to her shoulders as she settled down in between his open legs. "Much better than the bed, wouldn't you say?" He whispered when her body went limp under his fingers, leaning further back into him.

"Yes, you have incredible hands." Jessica exhaled sinking deeper into his body.

"I'm glad you like them. I love giving massages, especially to a body such as yours." She almost could feel him smiling as his thumbs rubbed the base of her neck.

This is too good to be true. Jessica felt herself relax further, as his hands rubbed between her shoulder blades, pushing her forward. Exploring lower and lower, he rubbed deeply into the small of her back. 

"Ohh, that feels good." Jessica quietly murmured, arching her back. "You're going to be my favorite client." 

"I think you should hold that comment a little longer," he said, as he moved to turn her body toward him.

"Why is that?" Jessica asked.

"Because I am your first client and there are many of us in the club," he answered, pulling her body against him, his hands now slid down her back.

Jessica felt her breasts slide up onto his chest as his semi-hardness touched her tummy, something she hadn't seen yet. 

"How did you know that?" Jessica blushed, wondering if it was obvious that she was new.

"When you get your envelope it will say where and when. But, some envelopes will say, 'meeting your new/regular client'." He smiled down into her. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." 

"I guess that all depends on how many clients I meet, doesn't it?" Jessica grabbed the tops of his shoulders and pulled herself up within inches of his lips.

"Yes," he said, taking a deep breath.

Jessica pulled him a little closer and then began to slowly kiss him. His mouth opened, inviting her in. She cradled in the squeeze of his arms, the water was heard as it sloshed against the tub's edge and moved between them.

* * *

Jessica woke up to the scent of fresh sheets. After a few minutes she managed to open her eyes. Her warm, nude body was nestled between the sheets and comforter, as though she'd been tucked in. She looked at the window, partly covered by the blinds. The sun was casting a glow onto the round table, from which the black briefcase gone. 

Gone already? Jessica sighed, turning her head to glance at the other pillow. A folded piece of paper was propped up with a small red rose lying next to it. Jessica brushed her hair aside and reached for the folded sheet. 

*****

I hope you enjoyed the bath and the massage. I loved the warmth of your body and the way you devoured those strawberries. I had to work early this morning or I'd be looking into those beautiful eyes when you woke up, right now. If you'd like another meeting, use your client cell phone. Dial 'touch me' and leave a message. The Document Handler will take care of the rest.

P.S. Leave the key and your signed envelope on the table before you leave. Until the next meeting...

*****

Jessica smiled and then picked up the rose. The sweet scent filled her senses, as she rubbed the petals across her lips, remembering his soft kiss.

Exhausted from work, it had been so hard to keep from falling asleep in his arms, as he melted away the stress of the day with his tender touch. If it wasn't for the sheer fact that Jessica wanted to know everything that was going on, her passing out would have cut their evening even shorter.

He'd spoken of The Clients and the people who'd crossed his path in the time he'd been a member. His busy lifestyle, like Jessica's, just didn't leave enough room for the dating scene. Jessica laughed when he bluntly summed it up, after she tried to keep a yawn hidden.

"I'm just looking for the right warm body," he'd said.

Finally, when Jessica couldn't battle her body giving out on her any longer, they had exited the tub and he dried her body under his content eyes. He was careful in the way he placed the towel, avoiding the places she wanted to be touched the most. She wasn't sure if the first client she met was the one that she'd give into. 

Knelt down on one knee, his skin had looked as though it had been burned by steam, still red and wet from the tub's hot water. He'd looked up into her eyes, his slow and sexy grin made her catch her breath, almost holding it, as he dried off her thighs with long strokes down to her ankles.

He then rose to his feet and picked Jessica up in his arms, carrying her off to bed where he then crawled in behind her. Cradled in his arms, Jessica remembered the sigh of her exhaustion, feeling his warm chest on her back and the healthy heartbeat that tapped against her shoulder blades as she fell asleep.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Jessica slipped from the warmth of the sheets, and her feet touched the carpeted floor, heading towards the bathroom to dress in yesterday's outfit. The white, silk stockings were still on the bathroom floor were she dropped them. His stare had been hypnotizing, watching the silky material slowly slide down from her legs. She smiled, remembering the sight and then reached for her skirt that was draped over the back of the chair. She stepped into it and then pulled it up over her hips.

Jessica scooped up her bra that was still lying on the floor next to the base of the tub. She hooked it behind her, grabbed her blouse and jacket and then walked toward the mirror. It's funny... you look like you had sex. Jessica grinned in the mirror, feeling silly, as she finished getting dressed.

Walking past the mirror, she stepped into her heels and then walked over to her briefcase. Pulling the sealed envelope out, she left it on the table next to the key and took one long glance around the room and then left.

* **

The hallway was filled with people, as she walked toward her office. It was two hours past the time she normally arrived. People glanced at her with curious eyes, as she realized just how on time she'd always been.

"Well, well. It looks like it was a hot date after all." Sam snickered from beyond her desk. "I don't think that you've ever come in even five minutes late the whole time I've worked for you." Sam added with a wink.

"Nah... no hot date, I had some much-needed sleep." Jessica brushed her off with a smile.

"And a great couple of extra hours it was... eh?" 

"Just what the doctor ordered." Jessica smiled, turned, and walked into her office.

"Eric called," Sam said loud enough for Jessica to hear from her desk. "He said something about a new client and that you should buzz him as soon as you came in." Sam finished, leaning against the counter.

"Thank you Sam." What now, better not be another choking experience. Jessica sighed, sitting down at her desk, as she picked up the phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" Eric answered the call in his business tone.

"What's this about a new client?" Jessica said, tapping her pen against the desk.

"Well look what the cat drug in. Have a hot night?" Eric said with a husky tone. 

"Just some much-needed sleep and if I did have a hot night, think I'd tell you?" Jessica sarcastically bit back.

"I'd love to hear your little secrets Jess." Eric's tone dropped to a whisper.

"It takes more than a hot kiss to get me to spill my secrets Eric." Jessica firmly stated.

"Oh yeah? Then I better roll up my sleeves, unless you don't mind me gettin' all dirty." Eric laughed wickedly, knowing that he was pushing her buttons.

"The client, Eric?" Jessica asked, without a comeback. "Oh yes, the client." He paused, as Jessica heard him looking through papers on his desk. "I had a meeting earlier this morning while you were sleeping..." he chuckled. 

Jessica seethed, listening to his teasing tone.

"...and she's looking to hire you," he continued. "I let her have one of the extra business cards you gave me. Her name is Rebecca and she'll be calling you soon."

"That's great Eric."

"Don't thank me all at once, Jess." Eric laughed.

"What... you looking for a finder's fee?" Jessica teased.

"Now you've got the idea!"

"I'll tell you what. Rebecca hires me, I'll take you out for that drink that you keep buggin' me about. Deal?"

"It's a deal!" Eric's voice spiked in tone.

"Okay, but, that's only if I get the deposit and she's officially hired me..." Jessica realized that she needed to be more specific. "...Time to get back to work." 

"I'll hold ya to it Jess." Eric paused. "Get to work, you're already late." He chuckled, under his breath.

"Yeah, when was the last time you rolled into work late eh?" Jessica teased, replacing the phone to its cradle and then stuck her tongue out at the phone. "Damn him!" 

Buzz. Buzz.

Jessica stared at her desk, but her cell phone hadn't moved. She glanced at her briefcase, where the client cell phone screen lit up in green, vibrating in the pocket. She grabbed it and tapped the message key.

"Please enter your password." The automated voice said. 

Jessica typed in the code on the keypad and listened.

"Your meeting is Friday evening. Press Y and your new envelope will be delivered. Unable to meet, press N and another meeting will be set." 

Jessica looked at her desk calendar; her last Friday meeting was at 3 pm. She pressed the Y and then waited.

"Thank you." The line went dead and Jessica sat, silently wondering who the new client was.



The Briefcase Ch. 03



It was now Friday, fifteen minutes to one. Eric Jackson had been in touch with Rebecca Norse and had sent her to Jessica's office. The call finally came from Rebecca and Sam had taken her information. Eric had left messages, probably about the drinks, but Jessica hadn't returned them. There's no sense in calling him back until the deal is made, why get his hopes up? Jessica thought. A loud tone came from Jessica's desktop phone while she stood next to an open filing cabinet.

"Your 1 o' clock is here, Miss Alexander." Sam informed her, as Jessica touched the speaker tab.

"Thank you, send her in."

A few minutes later, the door to her office opened as Rebecca Norse stepped in. She was attractive at first glance. Short-cropped brown hair, not overly thin with plenty of curves to fill out the beautiful long dress she wore. Rebecca had noticeably long eyelashes, which were hard to look away from as she raised her hand up, stepping toward Jessica.

"Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm Rebecca Norse." 

Jessica took a step towards her, gripping her hand tightly. "Jessica Alexander. Great to meet you, have a seat." Jessica glanced down at the empty chair as Rebecca released her hand and stepped to the side too sit down.

"It's great to meet you too. Eric has told me a lot about your company. I'd like to use your services for a large party I'm throwing for a handful of friends." Rebecca crossed her leg, revealing the long slit that went up the side of her mauve-colored dress. "There will be about fifty people and I'm looking for high-end appetizers, if you know what I mean." She finished with toss to her hair, as she crossed her wrists together over her knees.

"I'm sure we can accommodate your needs." Jessica smiled, feeling a chill that came from Rebecca's tone.

Jessica stood and then reached into the filing cabinet. She pulled several colored brochures out and laid them down at the edge of the desk. "You can flip through these. There are tons of options and you can choose to your liking." Jessica took a seat. "There is a matter of a deposit. This is in case of the party's cancellation for any reason, in the allowed time frame. This covers the costs, but if the party holds, it becomes apart of your fee." 

The meeting with Rebecca breezed past the scheduled time and Jessica tried not to stare at the clock. 

I still don't have the new envelope. Jessica sighed. They can't have forgotten? Maybe the document handler didn't get the message. Jessica looked at the clock once again. 

They continued to cover all of the possibilities of how the party could be handled. Rebecca listened and scanned the pamphlets, asking the occasional question while she took notes on a small pad.

"We have a deal," Rebecca said finally. "I'd like to pay you the deposit." Rebecca smiled, standing from her chair.

Looks like we are going to have that drink after all Eric.... Jessica sighed. ...What have I gotten myself into?

"Sam will give you the necessary forms to fill out and then you can give her the deposit." Jessica explained, standing up from her chair as she began walking around her desk. "And if you have any questions before your party..." Jessica shook her hand. "...Don't hesitate to call me."

"Thank you Miss Alexander. I'm looking forward to doing business with you." Rebecca squeezed her hand and then walked out of her office. 

"Sam, can you give the new forms to Miss Norse, please." Jessica asked from the doorway.

"Sure." Sam took a moment to gather them and then placed them on the counter. 

"Is my 3 o' clock confirmed?" Jessica asked, noticing it was twenty minutes after three.

"No, I never received a call," Sam answered. 

Sam explained to Rebecca how to fill out the forms, after which, Rebecca wrote a check and then handed it too Sam. "Thank you. I'll be in touch." Rebecca smiled, gathered the forms and then turned towards the elevators.

Jessica watched her stroll down the hallway, as the silver doors opened to the elevator. A man in a suit stepped out, walking pass Rebecca. He carried a black briefcase in his hand, and a silver chain dangled just at the side of the handle. 

Jessica took a breath. I'm staring... I can't just stand here in the hall. Jessica turned and went back to her desk, wondering where in the building he was headed to. 

"Is Jessica Alexander available?" Jessica's heart stopped, hearing the man's voice coming from the hall.

"This gentleman is here to see you," Sam announced, standing at the edge of her door.

"Send him in, thank you." Jessica motioned, standing from her desk.

A very tall, clean-cut gentleman walked into her office. Not a hair out of place, his shoes shined and his tie set perfectly in the center of his collar. He wore a dark, navy suit and his cuffs shone with gold cufflinks. He stopped at the edge of her desk and then smiled. 

Jessica found it hard to speak, her words stuck in the apple of her throat. "You-r-r, I mean, hello. What can I do for you?" Jessica bit her tongue.

"I'm here for you." He paused. "I'm the Document Handler." He lifted his briefcase, holding it up in front of her and then released the latches. The lid opened and he glanced down at the small, yellow envelope inside. "Feel free."

Jessica reached for the envelope marked with her name, and she took it from the case. "Thank you."

He winked and without a word, closed the case and then disappeared from her office. 

Jessica looked down feeling the envelope with her fingertips as she sat down. She took the letter opener and quickly sliced it open. She blew air into the unsealed end and pulled out an index card.

*****

Location: "The Designers Edge" Building #2, Suite 500 The meetings are at; 5, 7, & 9 pm.

You have several new clients. You may choose to goto all meetings or just one. Arrive only at scheduled time. If you miss the first meeting, attend the next.

*****

Jessica placed the index card in her briefcase. She gathered her notes for Rebecca's party and tossed them in, and then closed the case. Shutting down the computer, the screen went black. She clutched the handle of her briefcase, pulling it off her desk as she walked toward the door. 

"Your 3 o' clock is a no-show." Sam looked over her desk, watching Jessica lock her office door.

"An hour late is not promising." Jessica laughed. "I'm going to quit for the day. Have a good evening Sam." Jessica smiled, as she walked toward the elevators. 

"You too." 

***

Jessica arrived at Designer's Edge and made her way down the long corridor, reaching the triple set of elevators. She stopped to read the directory board, locating which elevator to take. The ride to her floor stopped abruptly and the doors slid open revealing another long corridor. Jessica glanced into the office windows as she casually walked toward the end of the hall. Most were lit with a small lamp, locked and closed for the rest of the day. A man stood next to a closed door at the end of the hall. A dark, black bag hung from his closed hand as she approached him. 

"Suite 500?" She asked softly.

"Yes. You are correct." He smiled, reaching into the black bag. "I'm the Keeper. If you're ever in need of protection, of any kind or at any time, you can reach me on your cell," he stated, a mask appearing from the black bag.

"What sort of protection?" Jessica asked, looking at the white beaded mask, embellished with crystal's that outlined the holes of the mask, as the Keeper handed it to her.

"I see that you have arrived alone. You might want an escort to your car after your meeting has ended." He politely smiled.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." 

"Please wear your mask at all times during the meeting," the Keeper instructed. Jessica slipped the mask down over her face, seeing only the door in front of her, as her eyelashes brushed at the open holes. "When you leave, someone will collect your mask. You may now enter." The Keeper grasped the handle to doorknob and then pushed the heavy door, holding it open.

A heavy, black table filled the rectangular room. Large enough to seat fifteen or more, the polished table shone, mirroring the lights that hung above it. Matching leather chairs with high backs were pushed up against the wall on both sides of the table at each of the four corners of the room. It was five minutes past five, and four gentlemen and three women stood scattered around the room, all wearing a unique mask. 

One couple stood together at the end of the table. In a suit just like all the other gentlemen, this gentleman wore red mask that glimmered from the lights. A small hint of his blinking eyes could be seen and his smile was showing just below the rim of the mask. The woman stood motionless in a long, midnight-blue dress. Jessica couldn't see her mask with her back facing the long table. Her small and narrow shoulders held the thin spaghetti straps of her dress against her bare shoulders. Long, flowing blonde hair brushed the exposed skin of her back as she leaned against the table.

Jessica looked around the room and then back at the door she had just passed through. Many briefcases lined the wall as she placed hers on the floor beside the others. 

Jessica took her place in the center of the floor, standing beside the others. Her heart raced as she watched the couple. They appeared to be the main attraction with all eyes on them. Something was about to begin, as they waited, staring into each others eyes.

Just then, the Keeper entered the room. He shut the door behind him, giving a quick nod to the red-masked gentleman. He returned the nod and looked back at the woman in blue, taking a step toward her.

Jessica peered just over the shoulder of the man standing in front of her, as the red-masked gentleman increased his smile toward the woman in blue. 

Slowly and secretly, Jessica glanced to her left side. Only steps from the boardroom door, another woman stood quietly. She gripped around a handle that held the blue antique mask against her face. Casting a look to her right, where another gentleman stood, this one with a gold mask, with his hands resting inside his pockets. Jessica watched him move suddenly and walk forward, sitting down in one of the leather chairs, just a few feet from the table. The couple before him turned and glanced in his direction, as he casually crossed his legs, studying them.

The red-masked man lightly touched his fingertips at the end of the woman's shoulders. Looped into the straps of her dress, her shoulders flinched at his touch. He lifted the straps and the dress fell to the floor in a rippled pile without a whisper of sound.

Ohhh... Jessica sucked in a breath. The woman's beautiful, nude body glowed in the room like a light. Jessica quickly looked around the room. The intense quiet filled Jessica's body with goose bumps, as she turned back to watch.

The red-masked gentleman leaned toward the woman, patting the top of the table. The waves of her blonde hair hung above the crease of her bottom, as her palms went to the edge of the table. Clutching the edge, she hopped up, printing the polished surface with the warmth of her skin. The masked gentleman moved closer, his hands pressed to the inside of her thighs, parting them slightly. He then moved between them, seductively sliding his hands up the side of her hips, pulling at her flesh, scooting her to the edge of the table.

Jessica could feel the heat radiating off her face, her mask feeling as though it was sticking to her skin. Her mouth was ajar, drying her tongue while she fought to remain quiet, like the silent audience in the room. Jessica toyed with the side of her skirt, wishing for a pair of slacks -- a place to hide her moving hands. 

The red-masked gentleman brought a finger up to the edge of his mouth, kissing it with his soft lips. He then pressed the fingertip against the woman's lips. Her head fell back and her long hair poured down onto the table. Her back came to rest against the table, as she turned to look at the masked audience.

Jessica felt her legs, they were heavy, bolted to the floor with no possible way of moving. Her fingers moved frantically at her side, knowing that the cooled air was touching the wettest part of the woman's body. 

Uh! Jessica flinched suddenly, feeling the nerve endings of her skin. A stranger's hand had grasped her moving fingers, steadying her left hand. Standing behind her, he folded his fingers into hers, pressing himself noticeably up against the form of her body.

"Breath-taking, isn't it?" the stranger whispered, the warmth of his chest felt at the back of her blouse. "Does it excite you?"

Jessica turned her head to the side to get closer to his lips, and his breath at her ear. "Yes," she muffled. 

The red-masked man raised the woman's legs, and placed her bare heels at the edge of the boardroom table.

Jessica licked her dry lips and then swallowed, as she tried to wet the dry walls of her mouth. The strangers hand released her fingers and then squeezed her left shoulder while his other hand was suddenly felt at her right hip.

The red-masked gentleman knelt down on one knee. The form of his body blocked by the table, his mask and eye's seen at her parted legs. The blinks of his lashes changed in the light, while he gazed at her quivering stomach.

Jessica could feel a feverish spike between her legs, as her lower back began to ache with each passing moment. A thunderous heartbeat began in her ears while her nipples pierced the inside of her satin bra.

"Uhhhh..." The woman's mouth opened, feeling the first flick of the masked man's tongue, breaking the silence in the large room.

Jessica began to wobble with, her legs wanting to give in. The stranger squeezed her shoulder, steadying her stance. His right hand now caressed the side of her thigh. "Will I need to catch you?" he whispered against her neck, sliding his hand down her thigh, curling his fingers up and under her skirt.

"Yesss... I mean no." Jessica muffled softly, feeling his touch under the right side of her soft, cheek.

The stranger then released her left shoulder and dropped his long arm down in front of her, bracing her body against him. He lifted her skirt a little more, exposing her cheek to his moving hand.

The red-masked man moved his nose, drawing an unseen circle around and around, as his head moved between the woman's legs. Her panting changed its pitch, the room no longer silent. 

The antique-masked woman who stood to Jessica's left hummed with pleasure. Her stick-style mask trembled in her hand, watching him devour the blonde woman's hot center on the cold table, as her body surrendered to his torturing mouth. 

Jessica glanced over at the gold-masked gentleman in his chair, sitting just feet away from the couple. Restless, he tried to adjust the discomfort of his body, resisting the urge to be freed from his clothes, as he squeezed his hardness against the pants that trapped him.

The woman on the table whimpered and began to arch her back. The arches of her feet came to rest on the red-masked man's shoulders, as her fingers dove into his hair, pulling him aggressively into her. Her hips gyrated and twisted as the sounds crept from her aching channel, the white heat spilling into his open, thirsty mouth. 

"Ohh, yes... make me cum!" she whined, the first words spoken.

Jessica began to pant as the stranger's fingers came in from behind, sliding into the wet folds of her pussy. The front of her skirt hid his moving hand, as his pace increased with each passing moment. Umm, ohh... She bit down on her bottom lip, hiding the cry that would soon rip from her throat as the edgy sensation began to creep up inside her. 

The stranger deliciously stroked and teased the slick center of her enclosed excitement. He painted her heated tunnel with his fingers, like brushes, slowing gliding them along. He stopped, than slid them out over the taut, pink bud that flinched against the steady motion of his persistent fingers. 

"Uhhh," Jessica whimpered, her voice now mixing with the cries of the uncovered woman, who lay crippled on top of the table.

The stranger grasped Jessica's breast with his other hand as his mouth bit at the edge of her ear. "Mmm" he growled roughly.

Suddenly the beautiful blonde rose her chin to its highest level, her breath stopped, and her body went rigid, the peek pleasure seen shooting straight through her. She finally shuddered, the outlines of her ribs appearing for brief moments as air filled them and then raced back out.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she whimpered, gripping the table.

Jessica pressed into the stranger's hand, triggering the bundle of nerves from his moving fingertips. Her eyes rolled back, as she gripped his thigh, digging her nails into his flesh. "Uhh, oh!" 

"Mmm, yes!" the stranger growled, gripping her breast firmly, holding Jessica tight against him. "That feels so good, doesn't it? Mmm...." His soft moan against her ear, stroking every last sensation from her.

"Ohh... Yesss," Jessica muffled, out of breath and almost unable to stand.

"I've got you...mmm. I won't let you fall." He whispered into her ear, as he slipped his hand free from the grasp of her clenched thighs.

Jessica opened her eyes to watch the couple. The suited man was softly kissing his way around and down her shaking legs, as she jolted from the last of her shuddering release.

***

The room fell silent once more. The red-masked gentleman offered his hand too the woman, as she clutched his open hand and rose from the black, polished table. He embraced her with an arm around her heated body as her feet came to rest on the floor. 

The lips of the masked man shone, painted by the sweetened gift she had given him and glistened from the light in the room. His hand slid up the arch of her spine, coiling the blonde curls of hair around his fingers while he placed the scent of her gift against her own lips. A slow-delivered kiss, and they shared the delight of her giving body.

His red mask disappeared, and he knelt before her, releasing her threaded hair from his fingers. His exploring hands caressed her skin, drawing unseen lines down her back, cheeks and thighs until they disappeared behind the table. 

The glimmer of her blue dress returned to sight, the thin straps hooked in his fingers, as he slowly rose to his feet. Her beautiful, glowing skin was then covered as he set them onto her shoulders and then kissed her once more. They turned arm-in-arm and then walked away from the table.

Jessica's heartbeat steadied, her breath now panting at a slow pace. The stranger held her tightly, his softly-exhaling breath heard behind her. She turned her head to the side. "You can release me now," she whispered, over her shoulder. The stranger's arm slid off her shoulder as he loosened his grip around her waist. 

"As long as you think you can stand," he softly replied, as Jessica slowly turned around.

His dark lashes blinked from beyond the holes of his green, feathered mask. Jessica gazed deep into his shaded, hazel eyes. His mouth slightly parted, as if he was about to speak again, but instead said nothing. 

The sound of the boardroom door opening and closing were heard several times while she stood silently looking into his eyes. Not a voice could be heard in the room. Jessica broke her stare and then turned her head, the room had now changed, and several different masks had appeared, a new audience. The stranger and Jessica were the only couple left from the first meeting. 

Jessica turned back to him, studying his warm inviting eyes. "Thank you..." she spoke just above a whisper. "...It was a pleasure."

Instead of words, the stranger reached for the line of her jaw, cradling it in the palm of his open hand. He leaned into her slowly as the softness of his lips sank into hers. Their masks scuffed together, the kiss began to build, and then suddenly he pulled away. Jessica's mouth was left open, still wanting more.




The Briefcase Ch. 03



That kiss is so familiar. Jessica thought, as she brought her fingers to her lips, partly covering them.

Jessica turned as the door once again opened. A single woman appeared, and she walked toward the table. Two gentlemen stood at the end of the table, waiting for her. Side-by-side, one stood in a black mask and one in a white mask. She approached them and then turned, facing the boardroom table, and they moved in behind her. The next meeting was about to begin. 

Jessica turned back and the stranger was gone. She glanced around the audience filled room. Among so many masks, he'd effectively disappeared. She turned toward the open door, where the Keeper was standing.

Quickly, she walked toward the door, and she bent down to pick up her briefcase. The Keeper smiled, "An escort?" he asked.

"Yes, please," Jessica answered.

The Keeper snapped his finger above his head and a gentleman with a tan mask rose from a chair at the far corner of the room. His mask moved past the scattered people and then he arrived at the door. "Start the meeting, I will return," the Keeper instructed, as the gentleman nodded and held the door. Jessica followed the Keeper out, and the heavy door clicked, shutting them both out.

The Keeper escorted Jessica to her car where she got in and locked her car door. He waved and then returned to the entrance of the building, giving one last wave before entering.

Jessica sat in the driver's seat, absorbing the events that had taken place. Her briefcase then rang with a muffled tone, breaking the scene that she replayed in her head. She turned and looked in passenger seat, opening the case. The screen of her personal cell, lit the darkened car.

"Drinks, Jakes, 30 mins. No excuses! A deal's a deal!" Eric's text message read. 

Oh, Eric. You're so persistent. Oh, what the hell. Jessica sighed. I could use some dinner too. Jessica turned the key, and then moved her car, leaving the parking lot.



The Briefcase Ch. 04



A short drive and later Jessica arrived to find Eric sitting at the bar, patiently waiting for her to show. A glass already empty, Eric held his hand up ordering another as she approached the bar.

"Well, somehow you're going to explain to me how you found out that Rebecca Norse was now a client." Jessica said aloud, just off of his shoulder.

Eric turned toward her voice, his sexy smile already in place. "I didn't, but I do now." He chuckled, pleased with himself.

Shit! You trapped me! Jessica thought and glared at him, her hand resting against the bar.

"You might as well sit down, since a deal is a deal." He winked.

Jessica dropped her briefcase by the legs of the bar stool. Grasping the side of the bar, she then sat down onto the padded stool. The bartender set Eric's drink down and looked at Jessica, ready for her order.

"Amaretto, in a brandy snifter, not heated," she said with an edgy tone.

"Rough night?" Eric reached for his glass, taking a large swallow of what appeared to be scotch, catching a piece of ice between his teeth.

That depends on you...Eric. She thought. "I'll let you know, it's not over yet..." Jessica answered with an evil glare.

Eric swiveled in his chair and turned towards her, her crossed legs between his. He curiously studied her reactions. "Have you eaten dinner yet?" Eric asked, noticing the buttons that were undone on her blouse, and Jessica quickly looked in the direction of his eyes.

"No, I haven't." I can't believe I didn't check. she thought. "I was thinking of eating out, instead of the frozen dinner route." 

Eric chuckled, "You're kind of a mess." He leaned forward, placing his thumb at the edge of her lips and with a smooth stroke, he brushed away the misplaced lipstick.

"Thh-h-hank you," she muttered, his thumb playing with her bottom lip.

Her skin still buzzed from the pleasure she recently had felt, and she swallowed hard, looking into his eyes. Eric continued to stare and blinked, finally, his hand dropped from her parted lips. He sat back onto his stool and his grin widened. "You're welcome."

I need to keep control, she thought, as her skin felt the absence of his hand. She slipped down off her stool and stood between his parted legs.

"Where are you going?" Eric asked, reaching for her hips, stopping her just before she turned.

"The ladies' room." She looked down at his hands. "I don't need any help," she said sarcastically, as he squeezed her hips were she stood.

"Don't be too long, we need some dinner." He winked.

"The deal was drinks. I don't recall dinner being apart of it." Jessica placed a hand at her hip.

Eric rose to his feet, his chest now against hers. His hand came up, a finger under her chin, and then he tipped it up toward him. 

"If you don't eat, that drink is going to catch up with you." His tone was protective, gentle and suddenly it kept her feet planted in front of him, unable to move. 

Jessica looked into his hazel eyes, blinking several times. "I wouldn't want you to fall." Eric's mouth was only inches away.

The sudden rush of adrenaline raced through her limbs, Oh! Jessica gasped. Her skin felt flushed with heat as she watched the obvious secret spill from his lips. 

The meeting, it was you... Eric, you were there. Jessica took another deep breath, looked into his eyes as her mind raced, trying to find the words but, instead she broke free from his hold and quickly walked to the ladies' room.

Now what? Jessica thought and pushed the door open to the ladies' room. It hit the wall behind it as she approached the mirror and then leaned over the sink, out of breath. She turned the cold water on and splashed her breasts and then touched her lips with her wet fingers.

"Someone had to get you away from those TV-dinners and late nights at the office." Eric's deep voice filled the bathroom as Jessica turned her head to see him leaning against the open bathroom door.

"You set this whole thing up!!" Jessica barked as she took a step back from him. 

It was the only thing she managed blurt out. No longer a scene with "that stranger", the scene played back in her eyes, as she stood there feeling small aftershocks of where his fingers had once been.

"No. I put a request in. You can invite anyone into this club, but they must find their own way," Eric answered smoothly, as he moved away from the bathroom door he was leaning against. The swing operator brought the door to a close and he took another step forward.

Jessica lifted her arm and pressed her palm out straight, like she was stopping traffic. "Wait! Stop right there!" she said sharply, her knees beginning to tremble, as she backed up against the paper towel dispenser.

"I don't bite Jess." Eric chuckled and with a sexy smile and took another step towards her.

"Eric, I'm your still your client. It... it just can't happen..." Her eyes were wide and wild, as she stuttered, "...people talk." And then she moved away from the paper towel holder, her back meeting the wall behind her.

"Your case is settled..." He took another step. "...We're not at the office right now Jess." Eric's voice dropped to just above a whisper, and her open hand was now pressed flat against the warmth of his chest.

Jessica searched for another excuse but couldn't find one, or the words to speak it. He stroked the back of her hand with his, curling his fingers inside her palm. 

"Did you have a good time at the meeting...?" he teased, opening her fingers. His warm breath kissed the inside of her palm, as he pressed his lips there and then looked at her from behind his lashes. Giving her palm another squeeze, he smiled and placed it back against his chest.

"Yes," Jessica breathed, "But, you-..." His fingertip at her lips stopped her in mid sentence. He paused, seeing that she was now speechless, as he took it away.

Releasing her hand, the tips of his fingers trailed along her arm, across her collarbone and then up the soft line of her neck. The palms of his hands framed her jaw, the edges of his thumbs softly playing with her bottom lip.

Eric leans down, "I think you should've been on that table..." he whispers. Her breath catches as she recalled his whispering tone behind her ear while she stood in the boardroom watching the couple. The thump of her heartbeat started inside her ears. 

"...Maybe we should go back, another meeting will soon start..." Eric's gravelly smooth bedroom voice sent bursts of desire from the tips of her breasts to her pussy, Jessica inhaled a quivering breath. 

"You're already wet," he seductively added, feeling her body shift and react.

"Oh!" her mouth opened, a hot stab of pleasure squeezed her walls tight.

"How long since a man brought you to orgasm?" He turned her jaw to the side, and then bit down on her earlobe, avoiding her open lips. Too long... Jessica thought, as her eyes rolled back to close.

"How long since a man had his hands on your pussy?" His hand moved down, reached around and then encircled the shape of her sweet ass. An aggressive grab bunched her skirt into his hand, bracing her tightly up against the length of his hardness.

Jessica flattened her hands against the wall. Her mind was too lost to answer his questions. The forgotten muscles and tissues squeezed and then released, a steady ache, wanting more of what he'd already given her.

"You went there for this..." The sensation of how much Eric wanted her, rubbed like a delicious friction against the mound of her pulsing tunnel. "...a little adventure, carnal pleasures."

His rough bedroom voice reminded her of the first fuzzy tingles of the orgasm he'd drove her too. "I loved the way it felt when you came in my hand," he growled, and right then she wished for him to be inside her.

Jessica's knees began to buckle, his tempting tone breaking her will to fight him. Ohhh... just one kiss... She reached for his neck and then pulled him down onto her lips. Plunging her tongue into his mouth, she greedily sucked at his lips and tongue.

"Mmm!" he growled into the opening of her mouth, curling his tongue, tasting hers. 

Nothing compared to Jessica's lips. She kissed like a wanton. Like she was addicted to his kiss, the stroke of his tongue. She took his tongue like a woman on the edge of cumming. And he loved it. The sweet taste of her pierced his senses, firing through his nervous system. 

His left hand cupped and squeezed the form of her ass, both hands now tightly circling, grinding his hips against her. Jessica broke away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. "Ohh, I- I feel dizzy, Eric..." Her voice weakened and she was a little dazed, "...You have to stop." She said, panting softly.

"You need some food..." He squeezed once more and then reluctantly released the hold he had on her. His arms went around her, drawing her against him. "...I can't have you fainting on me..." He chuckled, looking down into her eyes, dilated from desire. "...At least not from lack of food."

***

They returned to the bar, taking their drinks to a nearby booth. Jakes was almost empty that night with, the sound of football filling the bar and grill with back-ground noise.

Jessica ordered a giant hamburger while Eric sat quietly across the table, watching her devour it in a matter of minutes. "You really shouldn't skip lunch." He smirked, looking at the food left at the corners of her sweet mouth. "You need to take better care of yourself Jess." He said smoothly, knowing that she'd worked through her lunch hour often.

She stopped for a moment, "Why did you tell me it was you?" 

"There's more to us than just business Jess..." he answered, as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin. His lips twitched, wanting to do it for her. 

Eric thought of nothing else since the first time he'd touched her lips and felt her body against his. He wanted Jessica to belong to him, but he knew she was strong-willed and if pushed, she'd make herself unreachable. That was a risk he wasn't willing to take. 

His cock flinched behind the zipper of his slacks; her sweet scent haunted him. He craved the way her body enjoyed pleasure and he wanted to give her the greatest pleasure that she'd ever imagined. But could he control the need to keep her to himself?

"You can't have me Eric. I don't mix business with pleasure." Jessica fought to stand her ground, as she took a drink from her glass. Maybe swallowing the words would help.

"You will come to me when you're ready and then I will have all of you. And when that happens, I will show you the pleasure that your body richly deserves." His voice deepened as he spoke. 

He stared back at her, dark, dangerous. His expression was hungry, intense. A ripple of control had simmered beneath the shell of his hardened body and was now shown in the depths of his eyes. She could feel the intent behind that look. Eric wasn't just in control of a courtroom when he worked, which she had seen in person. He was in control of the woman in his bed.

There was no regulating it. She could feel her breasts heaving, and she knew he could see his effect on her.

"I will not belong to you or anyone else." Jessica forced a measure of control from her own voice, as he leaned forward, placing his chin against his folded hands, measuring the truth in her tone.

His lips parted, his lashes lowered as he stared back at her. "I'm going to spank you until you cum. Then sweet Jess, I'm going to kiss it all better," he promised, and the promise sent a shower of heat exploding through the tender heated flesh between her legs. 

"Don't do this to me," she finally whispered. She felt the dampness growing, her clit swelling, even her nipples were so sensitive she could barely stand the lace bra that covered them. "It's time for me to go." 

They stood in the parking lot next to her car. She tapped her keys, unlocking her car door and then turned to look at him. "Thanks for dinner Eric." 

"It was my pleasure Jess." 

Jessica moved to open the car door, but he pressed the corner of the door with his hand, stopping it from opening. Not wanting to look up, "Are you going to let me go?" she looked down at her keys, only afraid how much she truly wanted him.

He let her win this time, but it was far from over.

The tip of his finger went to the end of her chin, turning her face heavenward. "Yes... tonight, I will." He breathed, as his lips descended upon hers, nipping at her bottom lip. 

Jessica sucked in a quick breath before Eric engulfed her lips. The small of her back burned with need as his hand flattened at the base of her spine. He pulled her away from the car, enveloping her body against his. Moving his hand from the frame of the door, he sank it into the curls of her hair. Jessica felt the swell of her lips from the pressure of his kiss, and he gave one last tug on her bottom lip and stepped back.

"My client number is 'abandon'." He whispered, "Call when you want me to come to you." 

Eric backed further away from Jessica, the cool air passing between them. She could only smile thinking of the things he said, and then turned, opening her car door.

"Goodnight Eric" She smiled, shutting the door, as she started the car. She smiled through the glass, backing out, as she turned the car out into the street and drove away.

***

The weekend was short and Jessica sat sighing over the amount of paperwork that was still piled up on her work desk. She turned in her chair, leaning back in the soft cushion of the seat, staring out the sun-lit window of her office. Eric was all she thought of. His dominance, the confident promise of pleasure and the way he looked at her. 

Jessica had never felt something so powerful in the way that Eric wanted her, it was different, he was different. She wondered just how much of herself she'd already given too him in the short time they'd known each other. He was coming after her and there was no place to hide. Her body betrayed her words and as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted him, all of him. But her business came first and she'd worked too hard to get where she was.

Sam rapped her knuckles against her open door. "Penny for your thoughts..." she smiled and entered when Jessica looked at her with a returned grin. "...You have two private envelopes here." Sam continued, walking up to the edge of her desk.

"Thanks," Jessica held her hand up and then looked back at Sam --who was still staring at her, obviously looking for any juicy information she was willing to share. "Was there something else?" Jessica asked.

"Oh no, that's it." Sam smiled, reluctantly walking back to her desk, as she took one last glance at Jessica before leaving her office.

Jessica opened the first small envelope and pulled out the thin sheet of paper.

***** We have received your signed document. You are now officially a member of The Clients. We can now issue you the number to your client cell phone. Clients will now be able to contact you directly. We ask that you think of a nickname using the letters on the keypad of your client cell phone, according to the number we have given you here. 266-8705 Your protection is a high priority. Thank you, The Document Handler

*****

Jessica grabbed the cell phone from her briefcase and stared at the keypad. She thought for a moment. A nickname... hmm... she tapped her pen on the desk.

Buzz.

"YYYes?" the desktop phone speaker startled her.

"Eric Jackson is on line two and Rebecca Norse just called. She is sending the forms by fax." Sam notified her.

"Okay, I'll take the call." She tapped the button and picked up the phone off its cradle.

"Hello Eric." Jessica said, picturing his dark, intense eyes.

"Are you feeling better?" his sweet voice filling her ears.

"Yes, thank you. But, I really wasn't ill." She snorted, the call was an excuse to talk to her. "What's up? Another client?" she asked, filling the conversation with small talk.

"Yeah, you weren't sick, but your body seemed weak to me." He ignored the question and Jessica could feel a pinch if helplessness; she was weak only around him.

"You better check your eyes, you could be seeing things," she bit back.

"I wasn't looking Jess, I was feeling." He seductively dropped his voice to a husky tone.

Jessica looked down at the envelope and then searched the keypad of her cell phone. Control... that's my nickname... she thought with determination. She picked up the other envelope and sliced it open. A red index card slipped from the envelope and she looked at the bold black letters.

***** The Clients' Ball

Location: 9600 E. Emerald Dr. Tonight, 8 pm. No briefcase- Silver chain required.

*****

"Jess?" he asked, searching for her voice. "Did I loose you?"

"Yeah," she paused, laying the card in her briefcase. "I'm here. Look, I have to get back to work Eric." She rushed to get off the phone.

"Jess..." he breathed into the phone with a slight pause. She found herself hanging on what he was about to say. "Get off work earlier tonight," he said with a gentle tone. "You've been working too much lately."

"We'll see how much work I get done. Oh, Eric... I think you should call my client cell, unless it's a business-related call," she said with a professional tone, trying to put distance between them.

"I don't have your number Jess and if you were busy, you just needed to say so."

"Control. It should be easy for you to remember," she answered flatly. 

A small chuckle came from his end of the line. "Interesting, is that for my benefit?" Eric asked sarcastically.

"You've got nothing to do with it Eric," she lied, and then laughed, hearing the dominance at the edge of his tongue.

"See ya soon Jess. Real soon." He whispered, and then the line went dead.

Jessica pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it. Could she push him away? Did she want to? Setting the phone in the cradle, she wondered what would happen if he lost his patience. Would he walk away or take her? Glancing at the invitation, she smiled, deciding to have fun either way.

"The Clients' Ball, a little fun and new sights to see. You're just going to have to deal with it Eric," she said aloud, shutting her briefcase.

***

Black, shiny stilettos sat in a box on the floor below an oblong mirror. Jessica clutched the oak frame, giving it a slight tilt which brought her body into full view. The black fishnet stockings, stayed in place, hugging the middle of her thighs. She adjusted the height of them and then curled her index finger into the strings of her silk, red panties, moving them to the tips of her hipbones. Traveling up her abdomen, the tips of fingers danced over her skin. With a slight squeeze to the laced cups of her red bra, her hands captured the soft forms of her breasts.

Jessica reached for the hanger that hooked onto the frame of the bathroom door. She held a red, silk evening gown in front of her, picturing what her body would look like in it. A plunging neckline with a backless view, she dropped the hanger and pulled it down over her head, and it rested snug against the curves of her body. 

Silk tails of red material hung off the back of her thin straps. Attached to the straps, it was like a loose scarf that hadn't been tied. She stepped into her heels and then turned. Over her shoulder, the view of her arched spine poured down into the V of her dress.

Standing in the bathroom, Jessica pulled her hair up. Two wooden sticks crisscrossed were stabbed through her wavy brown curls, pinning them to the top of her head. From her jewelry box, she wrapped pearls around her neck, a loose choker-like necklace, enveloping her soft neckline. 

She stood at the front door, unhooked the silver chain from her briefcase and dropped it into her purse. Scooping up the keys from the dish, she left, shutting the front door behind her.





The Briefcase Ch. 04



The long horseshoe drive was littered with cars and limos. The white mansion was so bright, it lit the tops of the nearby trees. Tall, white columns dropped down from between the four impressive archways. The largest archway sparkled with a suspended chandelier. 

Jessica stepped out of her car and a valet held his hand out for her. She handed him her keys and walked up the long cascading steps. Her gown ruffled over them as she made her way to the open double doors.

"Invitation?" a man in a tux asked, standing near the center of the entryway.

Jessica opened her purse and pulled the silver chain up into view. "Yes, I believe I do." She smiled.

"Thank you, go right in." The doorman stepped aside and she entered, then stopped in her tracks. She stood in awe over the two climbing stairways that led up into the house.

"The Ball is to your right. Food and drinks are to your left. Up the left side of the stairs are games and to the right are private rooms for your use. Enjoy your evening." The doorman touched the back of Jessica's shoulder holding his other hand out in each direction, pointing.

"Thank you. I intend too," she said, taking her first casual steps toward the left.

Approaching a round table, she filled her hand with a glass of champagne and then grabbed more than one strawberry from an overflowing bowl. The first bite and then a quick swallow from her glass, the bubbles warmed her all the way down to the pit of her stomach.

"Ohhh... that dress...!" Jessica heard his voice, and she shut her eyes tightly. "...you should've worn a different dress. I want to devour you, right where you stand." 

She swallowed hard and didn't turn, feeling his eyes touch the very skin that she left bare to see. Her back immediately became peppered with goose bumps, as she took a large, mouth-filling drink from her glass, swallowing it in one gulp. A slow turn, Eric stood only a few steps away.



The Briefcase Ch. 05



I should've known you'd be here... Jessica thought.

Eric took a deep breath, and his eyes dropped down inch by inch as if he was peeling the dress right from her body.

"They just give invitations to anybody don't they?" she smirked and then turned her back on him too grab another strawberry.

Eric let out a hearty laugh, "You weren't expecting me to be here huh?" he teased, as his fingertip was suddenly felt, tracing a line down her spine. The path it took was felt as far down as the back of her knees, even though the tip of his finger dropped off before meeting up with her dress which stopped at the lowest point of her back. 

More like wished. I can't fight you off wearing this dress... her body screamed as she stayed silent for a moment.

"The thought never crossed my mind." She sarcastically shrugged her shoulders, a bit of a brush-off – she hoped.

Eric leaned into her ear as she was bent over the table, reaching for the grapes. "Jess... play nice now. We have the whole night ahead of us," he whispered, as his hand came down giving her quick pat to her ass.

Jessica stood suddenly, feeling the slight bite to where his hand had landed. "And just wha-" She turned to find him walking away, the masculine scent of him leaving a lingering trail behind him. 

She turned back to the table and picked up another glass of champagne, and swallowing in gulps, finished the glass. I think I need another...She exhaled, setting the empty glass onto the table and picking up another.

Jessica turned to see the last of his leather vest, exposing his muscular shoulders, as he entered the large ball room. She squeezed her small purse under her arm and walked toward the door, gave a quick smile to the doorman and she stepped into the ball room.

Jessica stood in the ball room among the many people. Many conversations then led into others, everyone sharing the common bond of the club. She scanned the ballroom but Eric, nowhere in sight...Where did you disappear to Eric? she thought.

Jessica casually smiled at the lady in front of her, "Would you like more bubbles...?" a gentleman's voice interrupted her thoughts, from behind Jessica's shoulder. The lady's eyes had went wide, catching a glimpse of him before he spoke.

Jessica turned ready to show the waiter her still-full glass. "Or would you prefer another massage?" The surprise was immediate. "Ohh... wow!" Jessica gasped.

"Need a little help with your choices?" He chuckled, and then leaned forward cupping the top of her shoulder with his hand, giving her a soft kiss on the side of her cheek.

"Both!" Jessica snickered, and then he stepped back to look at her. "Jessica...." She held her hand out, ready to shake his.

"Justin, your favorite client." He chuckled again, squeezed her hand in his, enjoying the look of shock that covered her face.

"Nikki..." the woman beside her interrupted the conversation, holding her hand up.

"Nice to meet you." Justin winked. "I don't believe you're a client of mine," he teased, kissing the top of her wrist, letting her hand slide from his.

"I'm open all next week, just call Tickles." Nikki smiled, crossing her hands together in front of her. A wallet-size purse dangled from its thin straps, bouncing against her satin dress, as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

Justin cocked his head to the side with a look of wonder, undoubtedly thinking of a place he could touch Nikki that wouldn't make her wiggle all over the place, as he flashed a charming grin.

Jessica looked around at some of the singles, couples and groups of people that filled the ball room. A beautiful melody came from a grand piano that sat near a large picture window. A man played, captivating scattered couples, and they swayed to his musical piece. 

The casual conversation continued with Nikki and Justin, as Jessica slowly scanned the room. She peered beyond Nikki's shoulder and then up the long staircase where she found Eric, leaning against the railing, halfway to the top. His unmistakable intensity was seen even from across the room. He caught her looking at him and it sucked a breath from her lungs.

She lifted her glass taking a generous swallow, smiling into the rim of her glass. What do you want from me Eric? Her thoughts ran deep. 

Justin and Nikki kept a steady conversation, although Jessica never heard a word of it, even though she had pretended too. She would let out a short, fake laugh now and then, but her attention always returned to Eric.

Eric raised his hand and then hooked his finger, curling it up toward his chest, as he mouthed the words... 'Come here'. "Can you guys excuse me?" Jessica smiled, her eyes still locked with his.

"I'm going to take a quick tour," She added, looked in their direction for a moment, and then left them standing there.

"Sure... see you a little later maybe." Justin winked, as Nikki smiled, happy to keep Justin to herself.

"Don't have too much fun." Nikki giggled.

Jessica arrived at the first step of the long staircase. She glanced up at Eric, taking the last drink from her glass. The arm of a waiter appeared, as she turned and dropped her glass onto his passing tray. She leaned forward and gathered the material of her gown into her hand, holding it just above her thigh, and she began to climb the stairs toward him.

Eric stood like a statue until she got close enough to touch, and then held his hand out, waiting for hers. "Come with me." He said, looking down into her deep, brown eyes.

"Where are you taking me?" Jessica asked, placing her hand in his. He squeezed her fingers and walked up the steps in front of her, leading the way.

They arrived at the top and without a word, silently he turned to the right, leading her down a long hallway. Stopping at a closed door, where silver hand cuffs hung from its handle. "A little more adventure...Jess." He whispered, drawing his finger along her jawline.

Jessica swallowed hard from the anticipation of what was waiting behind it.

Eric turned the handle, and the cuffs rattled against the panel of the door, as they entered walking into a spacious living room. A large sectional wrapped around the room almost completing a full circle. At the center of the carpeted floor, a woman was knelt down on her knees, sitting on her ankles with her hands placed in her lap. Her dark, long, brown hair laid flat against the curve of her spine. Firm and nude, her body quietly held still.

Jessica was amazed by the sight, as Eric tugged her hand, leading her around the sectional. He sat her down on the cushion seat, slipping in next to her. Raising his arm, he encircled her shoulder, moving her back against his chest, his breath now at her ear. 

There was a deepening sound in the room and she waited for the first sign of anything that was about to happen. Jessica's ears began to pound, her heart racing. She was sure that Eric could see the skin of her semi-exposed breasts pulsating hard. Eric was testing her limits and Jessica knew it.

Click, Click.

The door they just walked through opened. A man and a woman walked around the sectional, sitting down at the opposite side. The woman smiled at Jessica and then turned her focus toward the center of the floor. Shortly afterward, two ladies entered the room, taking their place at the center of the sectional. A steady amount of people continued to appear, filling the sectional with more faces while others stood behind the high-backs of the seat cushions of the couch.

The door shut, the sound was deafening in the quiet room. Eric's steady and controlled breath whispered past her ear and the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling against her shoulder blade sent shivers down her spine. She folded her hands together and played with her thumbs, nervously biting at her lip.

"Have you ever hungered for a man's touch that it caused you to push your limits...?" Eric whispered and then grasped her fidgety hands with his. "...making you want to try things that you could never see yourself doing..."

Jessica tensed at the thought, suddenly desperate to get away from him, desperate to clear her head of his scent and his warmth, to make sense of the emotions she couldn't seem to get a handle on. She shut her eyes for a moment, feeling her weaknesses overwhelming her, as his voice soaked into the very core of her body. Her juices began to gather, flow, and slowly trickle down into her swelling entrance.

"Let me see your pleasure. Your need, give in to it." A low, rough growl of rising hunger, teased at her ear like the heat of a warm blanket.

Another door opened, and a man appeared, walking in from another room. He was tall and well built. His chest was bare, but covered with soft curls, the rich color of his nipples unhidden. The faded blue jeans he wore wrapped around his legs tightly, the buttons at the top left undone. His hands looked rough and were broad, one of which held a white cord, tangled in his fingers. Now standing before the woman at the center of the floor, he knelt down and then brought her to her feet. He tipped her chin up and smiled, placing her wrist behind her, and he tied the cord, binding them behind her back. 

Jessica couldn't control the eroticism that rose inside her, as she watched the man grip the firm underside of the woman's ass and then strike it with the flat part of his hand. Flares of sensation tore through Jessica, clawing across her nerve endings in violent hunger. She watched the tightened expression of the woman's face and then her mouth dropped open, as the man smoothed his hand over the reddened print he'd left. He clutched the woman's neck firmly with control, and then licked at the corner of her lips.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked, staring deep into her submissive eyes.

"Yess, Sir," the woman muffled, quietly.

"I didn't hear you..." he demanded another answer.

"YES, Sir," she repeated with a much stronger voice.

He pointed down at the floor and she went to her knees, without hesitation or question. He leaned forward, catching the nipple of her right breast. Without mercy he tugged it outward, rolling it between his fingertips. She let out a small cry and shut her eyes, whimpering.

Eric let go of Jessica's folded hands and began to run his hands along her thigh. She sucked in a breath and turned to see the two women at her right, kissing quietly, both grasping at the material that covered the other's breast.

The broad hand of the dominant man, grasped her other nipple, and another cry left the woman's lips, filling the room with sound. He knelt down in front of her, cupping her jaw. His fingers made slight pressure marks from the grasp of his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. He kiss suddenly came. It was hot and savage, taking her lips, tasting them, and then biting them until they were reddened.

Jessica looked at woman lips as he pulled away, and wondered if she'd ever been kissed in a way that made her lips burn deep with color.

Eric clutched Jessica's hand, cupping her fingers tightly. "I'm so hard watching your body react..." Eric breathed, placing her hand over his steel-hard erection. 

Ohhh...god... she screamed inside.

"...I love the way your body responds to pleasure," he whispered hotly and squeezed her hand around his cock, moving it against the fabric that separated his skin from hers.

"Spread your legs and get your ass up in the air so I can see that beautiful, wet pussy," the dominant man demanded. 

The submissive parted her legs, one on each side of his body, planting her feet on each side of his hips. She braced her bound hands against the floor with her fingers spread apart for balance. Digging her nails into the soft threads of the carpet, she raised her hips flat like a table within inches of his mouth.

"Now hold it there, don't drop your hips or you'll suffer my punishment," he ordered, an erotic slap sounding as his hand met with the underside of her ass. 

Jessica could feel the throbbing of Eric's cock in her hand, pulsating, waiting for her to move it, but she was frozen. "The pleasure is in your face, Jess. It's so gorgeous, so damn gorgeous." Eric bit at her ear, as she fought to keep her eyes open.

Back on the floor, the dominant man engulfed the open and wet folds of his submissive. His tongue sliced at her opening, and he smacked his lips together; approving growls from the taste of her. He watched her body wrench as it tried to stay steady under the repeated strikes of his tongue. Her hips jolted and then her ass contracted. Lowered slightly, her head hung back beyond her shoulders, as the pressure of his demanding tongue thrashed against the seen taut, little bud of nerves. 

"Get them up," his hand made contact again, and the submissive bucked her hips back up with a whimper. "Don't move them again or I won't let you cum." The sharp pinch of his order caused Jessica to squeeze Eric's cock in her hand.

"Mmm...yes, you want to cum too, don't you?" Eric teased her by returning the sensation into her hand, flexing his cock, not once, but twice.

Jessica gasped, sucking in the cool air of the room and dropped her head back into Eric's shoulder, her eyes pressed together tightly. Dazed, almost drunk, she was lost in the cries of her body. Her tightening nipples sent a wave of helpless pleasure racing through her. "Ohh..." she breathed.

The submissive began to whine and then beg. Her flexed stomach quivered under the pressure, as she fought to keep his flicking tongue against her. "Can I cum, Sir? Pleassse... can I cum?" her voice sounded as though she was in pain.

"Not until I say." His evil chuckle filled the room when he pulled his mouth away and then returned it, flicked at her opening with his tongue. She opened her legs further, offering more of herself to him, and she rolled her hips up, pressing them higher and higher toward his tongue.

Jessica shifted her hips, trying to gather any friction that she could by rubbing her knees together. She was shaking, feeling the tremors racing through her body, helpless beneath the astounding wash of hunger that the dominant man's words evoked. 

Suddenly, frantically, Jessica pulled at her dress, hiking it up to her lace stockings. Her hand sank down into the junction of where her thighs pressed together. Her fingers found their way in between the soaked fabric of her panties and then she began to stroke the heated flesh. "Yes!" she finally gasped, and writhing against Eric.

"Show me. Show me how badly you want to cum." Eric licked her ear, biting down on it this time causing a small measure of pain.

She grasped his cock again, as her opposite arm moved in a sawing motion, grabbing for the orgasm that awaited her. 

"Cum now, my little pet," the dominant demanded from his submissive. His fingers were now filling her, pumping her, as his tongue flicked roughly over her clit. 

"Ohh, urgghh!!!" the submissive cried, as her legs started to give out. With his wrists turned up, his palms captured her, holding her right there at his lips, as his tongue continued to thrash against her clit, teasing her orgasm from her jolting body.

"Good girl, that's my good girl." He breathed his rewarding praise with an open mouth and then continued to lap at her juices.

"When you cum, I'm only going to want to make you come again." Eric flexed his cock under Jessica's hand, "...and then again, until you tell me to stop, over and over." He squeezed his hand over hers, as the soaked tip of his cock rubbed against the fabric of his slacks, dampening the palm of her hand.

Jessica felt a stab of pleasure, tingling, building in sweet agony, waiting just at the end of her clit. "Cum for me Jess... cum right now, cum hard," Eric demanded, filling her ear with his hot breath, thrusting his hips upward, pushing his cock roughly against her hand.

Her eyes shut and then sprang open as she looked up at the ceiling, rocking her hips. Eric dropped his other hand down from her shoulder, filling his hand with her breast, and then gave it a firm squeeze. She jerked and shook from her moving fingers, as the tingling sensation seized her breath.

"Mmm, yes! That's it, all for me," Eric growled heatedly and he bit the side of her neck.

"Uhh! Uhh!" her trembling voice suddenly burst, sending wave after wave of shaking pleasure through her body, as the white heat spilled into her hand.

The room might as well have been empty, except for Jessica and the couple. Eric felt a possessive need to feel all of her. Her sweet body and scent engulfed his senses. He craved the feeling of her squeezed around him so that there was nothing else but their breath and the cries that they would both share.

The dominant picked up his submissive and carried her away from the center of the room, disappearing behind the door that he'd come through. Others, except for the women who still lay wrapped in each others arms, kissing, and now shedding the last of their clothes, began to leave the room.

Eric felt Jessica's body stop moving, softly panting against him. He moved from her side, coming to his feet. He pulled her up against him, wrapping an arm around her weakened body. Jessica clenched her purse, unsteady on her feet, as Eric leaned down, scooping her off her legs. She laid her head against his shoulder, cradled in his arms. He moved toward the open door and then walked through it, carrying her off down the hall to another room.



The Briefcase Ch. 06



Jessica lifted her head from Eric's shoulder when they arrived at another closed door. She slid from his grasp, standing on her now-stable legs. He dropped the arm from around her lower back, fishing his fingers into the pocket of his open jacket, and from it, pulled a black, satin blindfold. 

Jessica watched intently while Eric slid the shiny material through the tips of his fingers. His teasing smile curved at the corners of his mouth, gazing into her curious and wanting eyes. She was about to speak when Eric took the blindfold and tied it in a knot around the doorknob. It was a sign, just like the handcuffs, but a sign for whom?

A turn to the handle, he then pushed the door open, waiting for her to enter. You can't have me Eric... her own words echoing in her head as she looked at him with eyes of hesitation, I will not belong to you or anyone else... she remembered the words she spoke to him.

"All you have to do is say no," Eric told her; his hand framed her face, as his lips slanted seductively over hers. "Just say no, and it stops." he dropped his hand, as the other caressed the bareness of her lower back, nudging her toward the open door. Confidence and dominance glittered in his eyes, tightening his expression.

Jessica walked through the door and down a short hallway. This room smaller than the last and also empty. She stood near an L-shaped sofa and then sat down at the edge of the cushion, dropping her purse to the floor. A large, king-size bed, a few feet away, was lit up with bright, table-side lamps. 

No masks, no couples, just Eric? I can't do this! She exhaled roughly and then came to her feet, quickly walking toward the door, ready to protest. Eric you're going to listen... she thought.

When she came into view of the door, Justin turned and flashed a charming smile, as he gave Eric a pat to the shoulder and then walked toward her. Every nerve in Jessica's body shot into over drive. 

What are you doing here! How did you- she thought, stopped herself, feeling as though she'd swallowed her tongue until she finally took a breath, moving it forward to the edge of her lips. 

"Should I go get some strawberries?" Justin teased, stopped within a few feet of her, as she heard the door to the room close behind him.

"You thought I needed a new challenge? You weren't enough?" She sarcastically shot a gaze at Eric, as he walked up, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Justin. She tried to swallow again, catching her breath at the strength of the desire she saw in his face.

"You've known it was there, just beneath the surface. You knew it when we first met and you've been putting the brakes on ever since." Eric's pointed statement struck home and then she felt her knees weaken, remembering the very first kiss he'd given her. 

"You think that if you trick me with countless orgasms that I'll finally just cave in? Belong to you?" Jessica fought to stand her ground.

Unfortunately, she couldn't convince herself that she didn't want it. And her fantasies over the years assured her that she did want it. She wanted every sensual, forbidden promise that she'd seen in his eyes. She had known Eric long enough that he wouldn't force her. He would try to seduce her, but never hurt her. All those late nights gathering information and working on her case told her that with just an arm's length between them. She knew.

Her expression had Eric's balls drawing tight in his slacks. Her lashes didn't flutter, her eyes were blazing and her lips appeared fuller, flush and awake.

"I don't think so, Eric." She smiled with sweetened control, "I'm not going to play those games with you." She glanced at Justin, his thick and heavy brow curved up, arching with intensity, before she brought her gaze back to Eric.

"But, I want to play games, Jess." Eric informed her with dark amusement, chuckling with the hidden power that she'd only had a taste of.

"You can't always get what you want, Eric," she stated with mocking conviction, but could feel her breath growing. It was picking up with each passing second.

"I'm going to get exactly what I want, I see it right there in your eyes," he promised, moving too quickly for her as she started to head for the door.

Eric caught her wrists, drawing them behind her back as he jerked her against him. His steel-hard erection, dug into her stomach. Hot and hard, he pulled her wrist into the small of her back, arching her into his hold.

"Now what are you going to do?" Jessica challenged him, struggling against him, feeling her pulse racing, knowing now that he wasn't going to let her go.

Jessica loved it. It sent a spike of heat tearing though her clit, shooting straight up into the soft, center of her womb.

"Now we're going to play my way." Eric warned her, telling her that what was coming was more than she had ever anticipated. "I'll show you exactly what pleasure your body is aching to have." 

"We need to talk about this." She whispered, suddenly not so confident, nervous as Justin began to shed his jacket and shirt, moving in behind her.

"Talk time is over," Eric told her firmly. "Unless you say no, all I want to hear are your cries of pleasure.

"You can say no Jessica," Justin agreed, touched his open lips to her neck, awakening the fine, and unseen-hair at the back of her neck. 

"Eric-"

"Do you think I would force you?" Eric asked, with a tight and hungry smile.

Jessica shook her head, subtle jerks from left to right.

"Good girl, I'm going to show you what you could be saying no too."

Eric released the grip on her wrist and Justin now had them, tightly in his hands. Eric growled, staring at her reddened breasts that peeked above her dress, and then dropping his eyes further down, as he started to kneel. One knee came to the floor, settling between her parted heels. He looked up into her eyes and watched the careful way that her breasts rose and fell. He saw it; she was trying to control it. His fingers grasped the front of her ankles and then slid up her shins, as her gown ruffled down over his wrists, hiding his hands under it.

"You remember what I told you about this dress?" Eric breathed, roughly, feeling the silky stockings she wore, against his finger tips.

"Yess..." Jessica whimpered.

"I told you that I was going to devour you, right where you stood. And here you are, standing, right in front of me." 

She shut her eyes and realized how willingly she came to him when he asked, as she felt his fingers clawing onto the strings that held her panties in place. Slowly, ever so slowly, he tugged them down her thighs.

Justin placed soft kisses at the tender cord of her neck, "You are so beautiful, Jessica," he whispered in her ear. He scraped his teeth against her earlobe, and then a soft bite, following it with another just below her earlobe. 

"I'm going to have to punish you for these." Eric's dark gaze shot up after he freed her legs from her panties.

"P-punish me?" she stammered. Why did that threat sound so damn erotic?

"Yes, spank that beautiful ass because you covered it up." How would that feel good? Jessica thought, and then realized her rear was tingling as though in anticipation of it. 

She was barely aware of Justin discarding the rest of his clothing, as Eric's hands went back up into her dress. Lifted and curled, it was raised just above her hips, gathered in his hands. Her light brown curls were neatly trimmed which barely concealed the swollen, pink, bud that peaked from beyond her folds. 

Eric glanced up from the treasure before him to see her braced against Justin's chest. Her wrists now released with the straps of her dress pulled down off her shoulders. Justin had her breasts cupped in both hands inside the unsecured satin bra she wore. His lips nipped at her shoulder as Eric's cock throbbed in agony, watching her tilt her head back with glazed eyes into Justin's shoulder.

"If you belong to me, you'll never cover this in my presences." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. Eric's tongue pressed into the narrow slit of her pussy, licked up and around her clit, and had her trembling, forcing her eyes to close. He devoured her like a man starving for taste, working his tongue into the narrow opening of her pussy, and then diving between the syrup-laden folds with a destructive thrust. 

"Ohhhh!" The hot-pressured sensation jolted her body. He was licking her inside, deep inside, stroking his tongue deliciously against the path that his fingers had once taken.

Eric felt her pussy twitch, convulse against his tongue. It was now something else about her that he would crave. The sweeter-than-sweet, soft, heated cream that was beginning to slide along his tongue. 

Jessica felt herself letting go, loosing more and more of herself. And Justin with his wicked-teasing hands, pulled her dress up in the back, as he squeezed and caressed her sweet ass. His hands were a little softer than Eric's, somewhat slower. He slid one of them between her cheeks and stumbled into the wetness that was there. With slow, slickened fingers, he was probing her, one finger entering, penetrating her with ease inside the never-tried channel.

Ohhh, not there, not that... She took a breath as her eyes sprang open and shot down to Eric, a measure fear in her eyes. 

Justin's finger slid free, pulled back, then slowly and gently pressed in again. She sank her fingers into Eric's hair with a tight clutch. "Easy... baby, we are just going to play a bit." Eric's soothing tone whispered against her flinching sex, washing over her, loosening her clenched hand.

"Very slowly... Jessica." Justin whispered at her neck, as his finger eased in and out of her tightened spot.

It was too wicked, sinful, and the pleasure was immeasurable, along with Eric's velvet tongue. Justin steadily worked his finger, and she felt herself open a little more each time, accepting the intrusion.   "Ohh, it's too much, I can't-" she whimpered, but this time it was wilder, hotter. Not one but two, pressing inside, softly and slowly stroking her with the gentlest movements- experienced, knowing.

"Look at me Jess, show me your eyes," Eric breathed against her clit. She looked down unable to help her body understand what she was feeling, experiencing. 

He was undressed? she asked herself. Eric's vest was gone and the top of his pants undone. She blinked down at him to see one hand holding her crumpled up dress at her hip and his erection grasped in the other hand, curled around the glistening shaft that she'd never seen, only felt in her hand.

Eric's mouth opened and then he covered her sex. He sucked, tugging her swollen flesh, flicking rapidly over the captured bud, sending electric shock through out her body. 

"UHH!" she cried. Justin's breath was thick now, biting at her shoulder, the feel of his bared cock at her lower back.

"Ohh, Eric! I need you," she whined, her hands grasping his head, pulling at his hair, and praying her legs wouldn't give out.

Eric dropped the other knee, planting both on the floor between her heels, as one hand released the material of her gown, "Hold her for me, Justin," he instructed, lifting her leg to curl it over his shoulder, grasping her raised cheek into his hand.

Justin pulled one of her hands free from the threads of Eric's hair. He freed the strap of her dress from her arm and then draped the arm over his shoulder. His arm went around her body, bracing her tightly, as he continued to press into the sensitive passage with his gentle fingers.

Eric growled into her lightly-scented flesh with a closed mouth. The hungry sound had her shaking, gripping Justin's neck, relying on him to hold her so she wouldn't crumble to the floor. Eric's tongue was met with two of his fingers, filling her flinching muscle. It ripped another cry from her lungs as her head dropped hard against Justin's shoulder.

"Uhh, uhh, yesss!" her hips bucked; she was cumming, writhing against Eric's mouth, as they stroked inside her, keeping the same pace. 

"Good girl, Oh yes! But we aren't done yet, Jess." He barely let her catch her breath, as he broke away from her, leaving her wanting more. "I'm going to make you burn, Jess," he promised, as he rose to his feet.

Justin then eased his fingers from her sweet ass. She was weak once again, standing between them, and staring backed at Eric with something resembling shock. She didn't know what she had expected, but not this, not yet. 

"Come here, my sweet Jess." She was his, a connection she'd never known. 

His smile was savage, part of his hunger fulfilled, as he brought her to the edge of bed. Justin moved ahead of him, pulling the covers back, stripping the bed to its sheets and then laid a tube of lubrication on a near-by pillow.

Eric was prepared; he was going to do what he promised. He wanted all of her pleasure. Tonight she was doing things that she only imagined, dreamed, and fantasized about. She should tell him that she'd never been with two men. She needed to think about this, but she couldn't think. She could only feel.

Nothing exists but this man. She is captivated. Eric kissed her hard, crushing her captured lips. He freed the straps of her dress allowing it to slither down her body, to pool around her feet. Releasing the clasp to her bra, it falls on top of her dress as her now released hair falls to her back. Her choker slides from her neck as Eric holds her, pressing her hardened nipples against his bare chest. 

She stepped out of her heels and then he placed her on the bed, crawling over her. He took another hot kiss from her waiting mouth, her arms wrapped around his neck, as he moved until they were lying on their sides.

And behind her was Justin.

She whimpered against Eric's lips as she felt Justin's gentle hands part the cheeks of her rear and a second later, his tongue. He licked her from her pussy to her rear entrance, flicking his tongue over the tightly clenched opening, then pressed against it. 

"Uhhhh! Oh god!" she cried.

Eric hooked his thumb into the side of his pants, shuffled his knees together, and then removed them, leaving them in a pile at the end of the bed. Eric lifted her leg against his thigh, opening her, revealing her to the man behind her. 

She moaned into his lips, furious pleasure tore through her as she drove herself back on the invasive tongue. Oh god, she needed this, she couldn't believe it. Something wild and inside that narrow channel that should never know touch.

"Do you know what he's going to do?" Eric's voice was rough, wicked and carnal. "He's going to stretch you there..." She felt a cool application of lubricant against her rear, his fingers dipping, and sliding, preparing. "...And then fill it with a little toy that I bought just for you..." Eric squeezed her breast, as he brought it to his lips, clamping his teeth over the erect nipple, growling his seductive plan against it. "...Make it burn and ache before I fill your pussy." 

A second later she slapped Eric's shoulder with the palm of her hand and then curled her fingers nails into his flesh, as she felt the heavy pressure of whatever toy he'd promised. 

Justin was working it inside her slow and easy, stretching her, creating a burning pleasure/pain she couldn't process in her fractured mind.

"Eric!" Jessica screamed as she felt the pressure increase, only to feel a slight easing as the toy became lodged inside her. She knew the shape. She'd been to exotic toy shops before. It was a tapered tip, widening to the bottom before it indented to create a natural lock. The butt plug was supple and smooth rather than hard and cold, as she imagined them, seeing them in their pre-bought packages.

"Give me your eyes, Jess. Let go for me." He crooned.

Justin squeezed her cheeks softly, "Perfect!" he whispered hotly below her, "So tight, so hot." He then moved his head between her open legs, as Eric held one leg, looking down at Justin, giving him greater access.

Justin's tongue flicked along her lips, teasing her, making her frantic with need until he reached her pulsing, hard clit. His tongue circled and circled, robbing her lungs of a full breath each time he made a pass. Eric's sheathed cock brushed against her thigh, bobbing in reaction to her jerking body.

"No, I'm not ready..." Jessica panted.

Justin moved from under the cover of her thigh, now laying alongside her. She could feel his bare cock pressed at her lower back, his hand moved against it. Eric moved closer, moving his body into the gap of her open thighs, as Justin turned her face toward his. He licked at her lips, making her taste herself, taste the wildness of her own response to what was happening.

"So ready..." Eric growled, watching her mouth taste her own gift, as Justin curled his tongue around hers.

Justin moved out from behind her. He licks down to her burning nipples, as she sees his slick cock, pushing through his clutched fingers. She rolls to her back as Eric braces his knees against the bed; his powerful arms hold his weight above her. "...This is what it's like Jess..." pressing the head of his cock to her pussy, as his thickness spreads her. It sends sensations through her, making her body shudder.

She was dying, a little death was fast approaching. Her eyes widening as Eric began to work his cock inside her, "...how much tighter, wilder it makes it. Making that sweet pussy ache, feel the pleasure bordering pain." Eric said, lustfully, making her completely aware of the toy in her rear.

She raked her nails over his chest, as Justin came to his knees. He held his cock just above her reddened breast, sliding it against his hand with heartbeat strokes. "Oh Jessica, you're going to make me cum," Justin moaned, panting above her with ragging breath.

She felt the soft tissue in her rear spasm around the toy, feeling Eric's cock throbbing inside her. "You're so fucking tight," he grimaced, flexing within, shifting his hips and stretching her further.

"UHhhh Eric! OH, Eric!" she begged; a plea to push her over the edge that she'd been riding.

Eric sat back on his ankles, pulling her up onto his thighs, moving into her at different angle, as Justin stood on his knees, rubbing the tip of his cock against the circle of her nipple.

The brutality of the pleasure driving her, left her paralyzed beneath him, trying to retain some measure of sanity. 

"Cum for me Jess, right now. Take your pleasure." He command her with a hungry tone.

She shuddered until finally her muffled cry came. Her heavy eyes closed as she jolted, and then felt the heated cream of Justin's release spill onto her breast. "Oh fuck! Uhh, yes!" Justin cried, on broken breath.

The sensation was all-consuming, just as the hunger had been. Eric dug his fingers into the curves of her hips, thrusting forward one last time, the blanket of protection around his cock, filling with the searing heat of his release. 

"Ohh, Jess!" Eric threw his head back, shutting his eyes.

Justin began to roll onto his back, slowing his breath with a few quiet swallows, as Jessica lay motionless.

"Are you okay?" Eric leaned over her, smoothing her hair from her forehead as he stared down with concern.

"No, I'm dead. Go away until I can think again." 

He chuckled, cupping her knee with his fingers to set her leg onto his hip. He rolled them slowly to their side, as he slid his hand down her thigh.

"What are you-" she suddenly felt him ease the toy from her, giving her one last shudder, one she thought she wouldn't feel.

Then Justin leaned down, placed a kiss to her lips and then left the bed, headed for the bathroom. Eric kissed the dip at her neck, trailing his finger tip down her spine, as she heard the sound of a shower, wishing the strength back into her legs. 



The Briefcase Ch. 07



"Come on Jess, the water will feel good," Eric whispered into her ear. I can't move... he must be crazy! She exhaled.

Eric slid the silk, black stockings from her legs that still remained hugged around her thighs, and he laid them at the end of the bed. I need to think ... Jessica sighed. The hunger he inspired in her was too much to bear.

He moved an arm under her bent knees and then dug another under her limp body, rolling her into his arms. As he lifted her off the bed, she curled an arm around his neck, and then grasped his shoulder with the other. A quick kick too the bathroom door with his foot and they entered to find Justin standing in the shower, his shadowed body shone in the glass shower door. 

The shower door clicked, Justin poked his head out at the edge of the glass. "Come on Jessica, I wash your back." His soft and sensual smile reminded her of the hot bubble bath they'd shared together at Ashton Heights.

"Justin will take care of you, Jess. I've got something I need to do," Eric said, and then released his curled arm from beneath her knees, setting her down on her toes.

"Not enough room in that shower for all three of us." Eric winked. She stepped inside, and Justin reached for her hips and then brought her up against his hot, wet body.

Jessica glanced at Eric as if he wasn't coming back. "Jess, I'm not leaving," he stated.

"He won't be long, trust me," Justin whispered, curling his strong arms around her, as if he knew where he was going and when he'd be back. 

Justin Gray and Eric Jackson were like brothers. They'd met one year after Eric made partner at Miller & Jenson. Justin was talented tennis player and had just retired. He'd turned pro and started teaching at a members-only tennis club. He was the opposite of Eric and although very successful himself, he liked flying by the seat of pants. 

Over drinks one night, Justin had confided in Eric about his troubled sister, Libby. He'd explained her history and how she'd managed to get herself into bad situations, but usually seemed to free herself of the trouble she made. This time, the trouble that she found herself in could only be fixed by Eric. In turn, for Eric's help, Justin had broken the rule and told Eric about The Clients. Justin spotted the dominant side of him and knew he needed a place to harness it. Soon thereafter, Justin put in the request to bring Eric into the club, giving him that much-needed place to feed his hungers. 

There is where their friendship became solid. They'd begun to share their bed with the same women. Eric would choose them and then Justin would be the tender-side that kept them together which fed Eric what he craved. The trust between them was unbreakable, they were a team. Justin had never wanted to settle down, and Eric wanted more than just a normal relationship. He wanted a woman that didn't put limits on his needs. He wanted it all. Justin saw the freedom that he wanted to keep, in Eric, and now within reach, Eric saw what he was searching for.

Eric enjoyed the way Justin held Jessica. He watched Justin rub his hands against her satisfied body and enjoyed it even more, knowing he was the one that had given it to her. Her skin was beautifully flushed, peppered with goose bumps and not just dripping with droplets of water, her wetness was seen on her thighs. She turned her attention up toward Justin's gaze and then Eric closed the shower door.

Justin just smiled down into her deep, brown eyes and grabbed the shower gel off the built-in shelf. He squeezed, pouring large amount into his palm, and set the bottle back on the shelf. Rubbing his palms together, he then laid them flat against her back. She shuddered a little from the cooled liquid, sliding against her heated skin, as he pressed his hands firmly into her muscles in tight, rolling circles.

"Mmm... that feels so good, I love your hands." She inhaled and then exhaled the heavy steam that hung like a blanket in the shower. "Have you shared women with Eric before?" she asked in a much stronger voice.

"Eric and I have a history. Some of it involves the same woman," he answered simply, moving his hands lower.

"Mmm..." She leaned against his body, melting with each rolling movement. "Did Eric set you up with me... that night at the Ashton Heights hotel?" she whispered against the wet skin of his neck. The question had begun nagging at her since he showed up at their door.

"No. The Document Handler always has me meet with the new members." he paused, "But, Eric did tell me when he met you and how much he wanted you..." He said smoothly, leaning forward, nipping at her lower lip. "...And I can see why, you're not like anyone he's ever been with."

His gentle hands slid down and around the curve of her cheeks. The pads of his fingertips soothed her tender skin, as he traced two fingers over the sensitive, tight bud of her rear, sending small tremors through her body. "Ooo," a small mew leaked from her lips, as she squeezed his shoulders with the palm of her hands. 

Her body was incredibly sensitive, her flesh tingling with the memory of the dominance that Eric had displayed. She'd fantasized about two men controlling her passion and her responses until she was whimpering and whining, even begging for release. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she felt the ache in her clit.

Justin then softly stroked his lathered fingers over the smooth folds of her pussy; he was washing her, in the most erotic way. She almost shook with each stroke, feeling her body respond to his touch, as he continued to search for any place that hadn't been washed.

He nudged against her with his hips, backing her body into the spray of the hot water. It poured down her shoulders, following the curve of her arched spine. He then took possession of her ass with his other hand, parting her, as the water line continued to run down. His fingers played with the rush of the water there, tracing along the soapy path, rinsing it away.

He placed a series of soft kisses at her parted lips. Her head tilted back, eyes slowing opening and then closing, as the hot spray began to soak into her hair. He nibbled at her chin, suckling the water droplets that were left there. Releasing one cheek to caress her back, his hand filled with her hanging, water-soaked hair, as he drew up her spine between her shoulders. Her head settled into the cradle of his hand, as it reached her neck. The water poured down over their lips as he engulfed hers with a long, deep, consuming kiss.

Click. The shower door opened.

"We should just take her back too that big bed," Eric stated with a husky tone, watching Justin consume her lips with his mouth. Justin's fingers slid from between the soft flesh of her cheeks and then pressed her into his iron-encased erection. 

They broke from their kiss, looking in Eric's direction with heated smiles; Eric arched a brow, standing with an open towel in his hands.

"Come on baby, let's get you dressed so we can go downstairs and have some more strawberries and champagne." Eric slowly dropped his gaze to her sweet body, the soft form of her breasts flattened slightly from their embrace. 

Eric wanted to strip from his clothes, throw her over his shoulder, and spank the wet skin of her ass, hauling her right back to the bed they'd crawled out of. 

Jessica gave Justin a sweet peck to the lips and then smiled, as she turned, stepping out into the waiting towel. Eric wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her lips briefly. 

"Where did you go?" Jessica asked, looking at him for a long moment, as Justin turned the shower off.

"I let Mr. Shaw know that the room would be free," Eric stated, watching Justin pull a towel from the rack just outside the shower, and he wrapped it around his waist, and then stepped out onto the rug.

"Mr. Shaw?" Jessica asked.

"Richard Shaw is the owner of this house. He holds The Client's Ball once a month," he stated, as she pinched the towel at the top of her partly covered breasts with her fingers.

"I think it should be every weekend." Justin smirked, dropping his towel, leaving a quick kiss at the side of her cheek, as he padded off to the bedroom.

They arrived downstairs, Eric's hand resting against the bare skin at her lower back to her right and Justin only a step behind her, to her left. The evening's entertainment hadn't died down in the least, as they strolled through the crowd in the ballroom. 

"Looks like Mr. Shaw has a lot more members now," Justin noted, taking a drink from his glass.

"You shouldn't be surprised Justin, you see many of them," Eric teased and then grinned back at him, from over his shoulder.

"Only the women my friend, only the women." Justin chuckled.

"Maybe they need a new lady to introduce the new male members to the club." Jessica smiled sweetly. 

She was pushing it and she knew it. Pushing Eric's arousal, pushing her own boundaries. She was tired of the restlessness that she'd been living with for to long. 

Eric could feel his chest tighten at her statement. "You'll have your hands too full, Jess," Eric drew in close to her ear, he chuckled and his growl was deep.

Another member casually walked toward them. "Care to dance?" the member said, now standing in front of Jessica, as the two men stood behind her, wondering if he noticed them.

"I'd love too, give me a few minutes?" she asked, a spike of irritation from Eric's comment gnawed at her tongue.

"Sure. I'll be standing right over there," he pointed toward a table. "Just come and get me when you're ready." He smiled, turned and then walked toward it.

When Jessica turned to look at Eric, her eyes were lit and full of fire. He loved that about her, her need to push back just turned him on even more.

"Listen, Eric, there are a few rules." A frown snapped between her brows. "Number one, Jessica is an independent woman." She counted off her fingers as she continued. "Number two, Jessica likes to make her own choices and that does not change simply because Eric and Justin are now sharing her bed. Do we understand these rules?" she shot a tight smile toward Justin before returning it to Eric's amused expression.

Justin stared at the delicate fingers. "Are those all the rules?"

"Of course not, but I'll let you know as others crop up."

Eric took that moment to step into her. He brought his hand around, making contact with the side of her rear, hard enough to cause her to jump in surprise.

"Rule three is, if Jessica gets out of hand with the rules, she gets her butt paddled." Eric laughed.

"Want to make another rule?" Justin's smile tugged at his lips.

A blush stole over her cheeks as she laughingly turned and walked toward the dance that was waiting for her.

"You have your work cut out for you. She doesn't belong to you yet." Justin slapped his shoulder with a teasing chuckle. 

"Yet." Eric repeated the last word and almost jerked from the sudden tension that tore thought his body at her deliberate challenge. His teeth clenched with arousal so hot, spiking so hard, that he shot a glare over to Justin. Justin had seen that familiar look in his eye; she was just making him hungrier than he already was.

His entire body was tight now, his control fraying by the second. All he could think about was holding her, restraining her, controlling that sweet, hot little body while he and Justin worked her toward a pleasure she couldn't imagine.

***

Jessica hated the cold ride home in the car that night when she left the Client's Ball. It took all the strength she had not to get into the limo with Eric and Justin. Eric had tried to convince her otherwise, "a smooth ride home" he called it, but she knew better. With Eric and Justin it was anything but smooth. They would've had her again before she could've reached her door step.

She needed to think: her heart was starting too sing one tune, while her mind and body were dancing to another. This was just for the pleasure... the immeasurable, adventurous, and carnal pleasure, she told herself. So why did the tug in her heart make her feel like she already belonged to him?

The soft material of her red dress kissed at her sensitive, once-penetrated center, as she shifted through the gears in her beat-up Jeep Cherokee. Eric had kept her panties on purpose; a constant reminder of how he made her feel, no doubt. She gripped the steering wheel with a little frustration, laying her foot into the gas petal. Eric was there at every turn, denying him was getting harder and harder.

* * *

The elevator stopped and Jessica blinked, realizing that she'd been day dreaming about what had happened at the Client's Ball a week ago. Not so much as a finger or tongue had ever even been near the tight, forbidden place they entered. She knew what Eric was preparing her for. Her need was like a fever inside of her. It had built over the days, simmering and flaming, and now it was sweeping through her body like a wildfire. She couldn't deny it. She wanted more, much, much more. 

Today she decided that she would have lunch away from the office. Work had been crazy which kept her strapped to her chair into the wee hours, night after night. She was tired of staring at the same four walls, a change in atmosphere was what she needed.  

The silver doors to the elevator started to slide open. She studied them and they soon revealed Eric, patiently waiting behind them. A smile crept into the corner of his lips, seeing her standing alone inside the elevator. There's no escaping you... she thought, biting at her lower lip. 

Jessica held her briefcase in front of her with her fingers folded into the handle, as Eric stepped into the elevator without a simple hello. He turned and then faced the open elevator door, standing only inches from her shoulder. A hint of freshly showered hair filled her senses. His suit jacket was buttoned, tie neatly cinched up at the collar, and his shoes had a mirror-like image. He looked as though he just stepped out of a court room or was getting ready to walk into one. 

Her heart began to pound just as it always did in his presence. She glanced up at the lit-up floor number, waiting for the doors to close. The silence would've been unbearable, except for the outer noise of the hallway with countless lawyers and clients, rushing past the open door. The graveled noise of the door began to drag along its track, finally bringing to a close. 

"Have you been wet for me, Jess?" he asked her then, turning toward her with his chest against her shoulder. "Have you touched yourself and imagined me?" The elevator car started to move, floor by floor.

She swallowed tightly; the erotic words were tearing through her brain. The naughty and explicit whisper, made her dampen her panties with the thought of the things he and Justin had done to her at the Clients Ball. She could barely breathe. Her clit became a painful engorged knot of nerve endings, the hood scraping against the lace of her panties, making her insane. 

Jessica was tempting her own destruction and she knew it. If she thought the loneliness had been bad before, it had only grown each time she was away from Eric. Before she could answer him, the elevator stopped and the doors opened once again. A rush of people piled into the elevator, pushing and cramming, as they rushed too their next meeting or lunch date.

Eric hooked his fingers into the crook of her arm, tugging her until her back was up against his chest, as they moved up against the elevator wall. It was tight and not just his body, the elevator was full. She watched the door come to a close, feeling how hard he was, pressed into the part at her cheeks. She stood before him once again, in a skirt, his lips close to her ear, as the warmth of his breath dusted against it.

"Are you on your way to lunch?" he whispered, as he moved, reminding her of how very little material separated them.

"Yes, I decided to take a lunch break out of the office today," she answered, her eyes wanting to close, merely from the small fraction of his movements.

She glanced around the crowded elevator. A man in front of her moved, trying to find the room to stand comfortably, and his back nudged her breasts, pressing her further back into Eric's body, making her ass that much tighter against him.

A quiet and distinct growl of hunger leaked from his lips. "I have a car, would you like to join me?" He nipped at her ear.

"That would be great, thank you," she answered, barely able to form the words. 

The elevator reached street-level as the doors slid open. People filed out quickly as Jessica could feel the fresh air flowing back into the once-cramped elevator. She casually walked forward behind the crowd of people, knowing that Eric was right on her heels.

They passed through lobby and then the sliding doors, finally walking down the steps too the waiting limo. The driver opened the door, waiting for Jessica to step inside. Eric climbed in behind her, sliding into the seat across from her.

The door closed and he sat there silently, studying her expression, his sexy smile shining the pleasure he had once enjoyed from being with her.

"You always seem to be in the right place at the right time, Eric," Jessica stated, as she crossed a leg over the other and then laid her briefcase on the seat next to her. A slight shift in weight to the limo was felt as the driver took his seat and with a thud, his door closed.

Eric's stare advanced, exploring the smooth skin of her knees, as they came together. She hadn't worn any stockings and he twitched at the thought of weather or not she'd worn any panties. He followed the line of her leg down into the dark, navy blue pumps that she wore.

"Sometimes I'm just lucky." he chuckled and the limo pulled away from the curb, darting into the rush of afternoon traffic.

"Are you going to return my panties?" she asked with an amused grin.

"Yes. They're at my place. Would you like to go get them?" He seductively winked.

"I have appointments." Her stubborn little chin lifted as she defied him.

Eric unbuttoned his jacket and then removed it, laying it in the seat next to him. He slowly came forward and then knelt down onto his knees in front of her. Within in inches of kissing her, his hands reached pasted her shoulders, pressing into the leather seat.

"Cancel them," he said carefully, his dominance that had been successfully leashed, tugged at its bonds.

"I'll take it under consideration," she informed him, pulling her head back a little, resisting him.

He moved his right hand, drawing a line across her jawbone and then dropped it down to her knee. He cupped the fingers of his right hand under the bend of her right knee, and he separated it from the other. His eyes never left hers, moving them too each side of his hips, as he squeezed them to keep them in place. He then curled his left arm around her hips and jerked her to him.

"Do you feel what you do to me, Jess?" he growled, as her hands braced against the cushion of the limousine. "Do you feel how fucking hard you make me?"

She felt it. She couldn't help but feel it, and he knew it. His hardened cock strained against his slacks, butting up against the center of her laced panties. 

He growled, "What are these?" looking down between them, where her short skirt had slid up far enough to leave her completely open to him, revealing the panties she wore.

He moved his hand to the back of her neck, threaded his fingers into her hair, and then pulled her head back with a tug. She licked her lips, suddenly not hungry for food. 

"Be a good girl now and cancel your appointments or I'll put you over my knee and spank you until your cheeks are as red as those strawberries you love to eat." He kept his voice as calm, as certain as the decision he was making, tightening the hold in her hair.




The Briefcase Ch. 07



"Don't you need Justin to hold me down for that?" She teasingly questioned him, her face flushed with color after the remark. 

Eric released her hair from the clutch of his fingers. He then gripped both her hips and jerked her to the very edge of the seat, the backs of her thighs now tight against his. Ohh yes! Take me right here! She caught her breath suddenly, almost completely under him, her head barely seen to the driver, above the back of the leather seat.

He then slid upward, his chest only inches from her lips, as he rapped his knuckle against the window that separated them from the driver. The window slid open and then the driver glanced up into the rear-view mirror.

"Yes Sir?"

"Carl, call Justin. Tell him that I'm picking him up and that we have company," Eric informed him and then looked down into Jessica's daring eyes.

Eric knew that Justin would drop his next tennis lesson for a chance at being the third. A little advance notice was all he needed.

"Right away Sir." Carl said as he closed the window.

Eric settled down into her, as his arm curled under her back, arching it up toward him. The weight of him pressed against her, as he gazed down into her deep, brown eyes.

"You need to watch that tongue of yours, Jess. It's going to get you into more trouble that you can handle." His expression was full of danger and promise. 

"That's what you're counting on isn't it?" She said mockingly. "And when there isn't a third in bed with us?" Can you be with just me? Or will you always need another... She wondered.

"In my bed..." His other hand slipped back into her hair, "...alone with me..." He licked at her lips with a small nudge of his hips, "...Then you're all mine, you'll belong to me." The steel-hard tease of his erection, pulsating, a tapping sensation that he knew she was feeling.

His lips came down over hers as he lost the last thread of control which he had sworn he would keep. Her determination to stand toe-to-toe with him was like waving a red cape at a bull. The primal male instincts had just snapped into place.

***

A moan whispered past her lips as Jessica shuddered from the hot sensations. Her arms twined around Eric's neck, burning for him and needing more, her body aching for it. A deeper kiss, a longer kiss. She wanted to feel him taking her lips, controlling her passion since she had no idea how to control it.

As though Eric knew, sensed what her body needed, his lips did just that. His hand tightened in her hair, the other hand keeping her tight against the pulse of his cock. Slanting his lips over hers, tasting them, he added more pressure and sank into them. Softly he stroked her tongue and she whimpered into his lips, only it was in protest, as he took his mouth and body away from hers. The limo began to slow down and then came to a complete stop.

Chilled air crept in between her thighs when he backed away, shocking her flesh with ripples of goose bumps that washed down over her body within seconds. Her palms went flat to the seat cushion, as she straightened and sat back into it. 

Eric could see the edge of uncertainty, her desire and her confusion over the desires rising inside her. He watched as her lashes drifted heavily over her eyes, gazing at his body, as he unbuttoned his white shirt. She licked at her reddened lips and he felt his cock jump at the way she did it. 

"We're here," he softly spoke.

Jessica could feel the tension rising in the limo and the heat of sexual desire that tingled though out her body. She should get out, be somewhat scared to push that next limit, like she had been earlier. Instead, she felt a strange courage rising inside her again. Maybe this was insanity, because she knew she wasn't going to deny them. She was going to be wild and wicked and do the forbidden. Here in the decadently large limo, she was going to let Eric and Justin have her.



The Briefcase Ch. 08



The limo shifted and then a few moments later the door opened at curb-side. Justin appeared and then ducked inside sitting down by a narrow bar counter, in one of the thickly padded, wide, and dark leather seats.

"To whom do I owe the thank-you for this mid-day fun?" Justin smiled at Eric, but when his stare didn't leave Jessica, he turned his attention toward her.

"Jessica would like you to hold her down, so I can spank that pretty little ass of hers." Eric's voice was deeper, thick with desire and just as the words left his lips, he moved to sit beside her.

A light flush mounted her cheeks and her brown eyes were filled with vulnerable curiosity. She glanced out the window and then at Justin, as the limo began to move, the tinted glass securing them against curious eyes. She was breathing roughly now.

"I don't think she needs to be held down..." Justin winked at her. "...She's not going to try to get away." his smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, very sure she'd accept what they were about to give her.

Eric tipped her chin toward him and softly exhaled before sinking his warm lips back into hers. He was aware of Justin, beginning to move, opening the bar's counter to draw free the needed extras for pleasure. Lubrication, massage oil, and condoms. It was time to give her the pleasure that her body so richly deserved. Eric wanted her lost in it, giving herself until there wasn't anything left but her cries for release.

Eric laid her down onto the comfortable wide, leather seat. His hands slipped under the sports jacket she wore and then explored up and down the sides of her white, satiny blouse. He continued to steel her breath with one greedy kiss after another and then pulled his lips away to look into her eyes. 

"I think you're right Justin, but we need to be sure. We don't want her thrashing her arms around." His breath almost dried her lips as he spoke, roughly panting against them. 

Jessica could see that something more than lust had suffused his expression. She trembled as his lips quirked at the obvious uncertainty she knew reflected in her face.

"I've never..."

Eric touched the open gap of her lips with his index finger. "Trust me," he told her and then squeezed both her wrists and pulled them above her head. Something in his eyes told her that he knew she already did.

She gave a sudden flinch, as Justin encircled her wrists in his hands. Eric sank his hands underneath her, too lift her, as Justin pulled the cuffs of her jacket over her wrists, freeing the jacket from her arms. Eric leaned toward her lips, nipping at them, as he began to unbutton her blouse. Her beautiful breasts were flushed, now matching the color of her cheeks. 

Justin touched his lips to her inner wrist and warmed the inside of her palms with his breath. It almost had her shaking, as she watched Eric open her blouse fully, his tongue flicking over the satin material covering a hardened nipple. Ohhh... she silently cried, swallowed, and then wet her lips with her tongue.

Justin shifted his body, moving closer. 

Eric slid the blouse up from under her, and Justin finished peeling it from her arms, releasing it from her wrists. Jessica reached for Eric with her right hand, squeezing his neck with her fingertips. 

"Kiss me there, Eric." She needed too feel the strength of his kiss. 

He eased the strap of her bra off that shoulder, exposing the first hard nipple to his waiting mouth.

"You're like a present to be unwrapped, every time I touch you, Jess," Eric growled roughly above the taut bud before taking it completely into his mouth and holding it there, flicking his tongue against it.

"Mmm," she moaned.

The sweet scent of vanilla filled Eric's senses, as he looked up at Justin, where he was stroking her bare arm. The tips of his tan fingers worked the flesh of her dainty arm, the sheen of the oil dressed her skin while he brushed his tender lips along the same path. Justin then released her left arm and reached for the other, she let go of tender grip to Eric's neck, her arm freed from the strap of her bra.

Eric enjoyed the certain element that Justin brought as a third. The mix of tenderness and aggressiveness was a balance that he was good at. It was good for Eric to have him there. It slowed the need to take her too quickly. Sharing women with Justin was a unique experience, no matter how many times Eric had done so.

Eric slid the next strap off her shoulder, as he took the untouched breast into his hand. He cupped it and then raised it up to his mouth. The tip of her nipple now captured and held between his teeth, he bit down with enough pressure that it had her arching up too him.

Justin then leaned down as her back reached its highest point and took the opposite nipple into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue while Eric flicked across the other. She shut her eyes, feeling as though she would cum from the mass of sensations that struck the very core of her womb. She was in heaven, lost in the multiple touches that they were giving her.

Eric took that moment to slip his hand in between her back and the cushion of the seat, releasing the clip to her bra. 

Jessica tipped her chin upward, looking back at Justin as he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. His hot mouth felt like it was melting her skin. 

"Ohh," she moaned, "More, I need more," she whimpered, wishing for deeper contact.

Eric slid his hand down her side, taking with it, the coiled straps of her bra in his fingers. He found the zipper to her skirt and lowered it at the side. When she willingly raised her hips, he pulled the skirt down and took it off, tossing it into the next seat where his jacket lay.

He looked down at the white, laced panties that covered her. "Are you going to get wild for me, Jess?" Eric's voice was harsh, hoarser now.

Justin moved up, the width of his chest above her head, as Eric moved downward. Justin placed the palms of his hands over her breasts, sliding them in luscious circles, decorating the hardened tips of her nipples with lustrous sweeps from the pads of his fingers. That oil was destructive. It warmed her flesh and then when Justin laid his tongue and lips against it, the heat began. It flamed, twisted the desire throughout her body, as she fought to keep her eyes open.

Jessica watched Justin as he moved from one breast to the other while Eric raised her leg and then kissed her ankle, gripping the three inch, spiked heel, releasing it from her foot. He then lifted the other, trailed his tongue up the front of her ankle with a long, slow lick that had her foot arching in his hand, as he pulled the last shoe off.

Jessica was only barely aware of Eric undressing when she heard the subtle sound of a zipper and the tousle of his shirt. Her eyes had shut then, as Justin rubbed his slick, oiled hands down toward her panties. Her stomach quivered at the advancement, as Justin ran his fingers in circles, around and around the slope of her belly button. 

The next time she managed to look, Eric was completely nude, the thick, hard length of his erection straining out in front of him. Justin pulled his hand away, rubbing his hands together and then sat back into his seat. She watched Eric, staring, thinking, and then looking down at the white, laced panties that still hugged her hips.

"What did I tell you about those panties?" Eric growled, filling the limo with his scolding tone. It sent a hot, rushing heat straight to her rear.

"I don't belong to you." Jessica looked down between her legs at him.

Jessica knew what she was asking for, pushing him for. She had never felt the strike of a man's hand across her ass and she wanted to know why she was aching to feel it. 

"Turn over!" Eric ordered with an intense, darkened stare. "Do it now, Jess." 

Jessica looked back to see Justin shedding his clothes, knowing that his turn would be soon. His dress shorts slid down over his knees, settling on top of his shoes. He pulled the edges of his polo shirt up, revealing the tightly packed abs beneath his shirt, as it went over his head, letting it fall on top of where his shorts rested.

He sat motionless in the leather seat, watching her eyes drift over him. "I think you better do what you're told." Justin said with a husky voice, it was rougher now, his cock just as hard as Eric's, barely hidden beneath his white boxers.

Jessica returned her eyes to Eric, where he sat at her parted legs, his stare impatient, flickering with dominance. He craved her. She could see it right there, in his eyes. It was her; she was the one that brought that out of him. She felt her heart skip a beat and then speed up, as she let another piece of herself go inside. 

She turned over, placing her hands against the padded, leather seats of the limo, which was still moving at an unnoticeable pace. 

"Good girl, now I think these need a little color." Eric stated from behind her, the pad of the leather seat sinking under her feet as he moved a little closer, looking down at her exposed buttocks.

She almost gushed at the thought and then dropped her head down between her shoulders, Eric's knees now at the inside of her legs, pushing her knees apart as far as the seat would allow.

He pulled her panties to the side, "Oh my, Jess. You're so wet for me." Eric groaned, his fingers parted the trimmed curls, and a second later the first stroke of his tongue had her flinching. "So hungry, so beautiful." he breathed, against her open folds.

She whimpered. She wanted to moan and couldn't. She trembled as his fingers slipped into her squeezed center, as she waited for the first sensation of his open hand. Justin took that moment to slide over, putting his thighs next to her braced hands, as he reached underneath and sensually tugged at one of her nipples. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold onto. She would've held onto Justin given the chance, but her head was heavy, hung between her shoulders, as she watched Eric move his arm back and forth against her thigh.

"No more panties! Do you hear me?" Eric demanded, and the first slap of her skin was heard in the large limo, as his open hand made contact with the untouched, ivory skin of her ass.

The sensation caught her off guard as it raced to the other the cheek, down the crevice to her filled pussy. It burned through her clit sending electric current through her womb, as she raised her head to cry out only to find Justin's cock only inches away. Held in his hand, the iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide and dark.

"Oh God!" she whimpered. There were things that she'd never done. She had never taken what she wanted, never asked for what she needed.

Eric growled from behind her, slipping his fingers free of her gripping channel. A second later he tore her white panties from her hips. "Answer me!" Eric ordered.

He ripped them off! God that was hot! she thought.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Good girl." He smoothed his hand over her printed cheek. "Justin, make her be quiet." She was still whimpering, and only became louder when he took his hand away.

"I have something that will muffle her cries." Justin's tone had changed again, not just rougher. They were two halves that made a whole.

Courage. That was the word that flashed through Jessica's mind, as Justin slid under her until she lifted her hands, the first one, then the other, pressing into the cushion on the other side of his lap. She then positioned her lips just above the fierce, length of his flesh.

Smack. Eric's hand met with the other cheek and before she could cry out again, Justin firmly but gently pulled her head down until her lips met with the head of his eager cock, headfirst. Justin had buried his hand in her hair, clenching the strands, as his cock flexed when she closed her lips around the crest, muffling the cry that now vibrated his cock. She felt her juices easing from her body, aching to feel Eric print her cheek once again. 

Justin gasped and she may have heard him whimper a curse as she began to milk him slowly with her mouth. She sucked him harder when she felt Eric grow hungrier, his teeth nibbling, sometimes biting into the flesh of her ass. 

"Ahh, your sweet mouth...mmm." Justin panted above her. She tensed as Justin gripped a little harder, a slight pinch to her scalp. Was he going to try to force her to do it his way?

He didn't. He stroked her scalp, the pads of his fingers sensually moving, but he stayed still within her grip. He didn't thrust, simply waited and when she moved again she heard the low, drawn-out moan that passed his lips.

And Eric, his tongue had returned, as he licked, stroked and flickered inside her vagina before moving back to her clit. He was driving her mad. Taking her to the edge of the peak before pulling back, to lay another print on the beautiful blush of her round cheeks. Eric forced her to strain for his touch, as Justin filled her mouth with his need. She was wetter than she'd ever imagined she'd be. The sounds that left her body she hadn't recognized, she couldn't focus on the pleasure she could give because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.

She pulled her head up away from Justin, releasing his cock, as she felt a cool and slick finger tease the tight entrance behind her pussy. "Eric!"

He growled listening to her cry and then pressed into the entrance. When he captured her clit and suckled it, her movements opened that entrance further and allowed his finger to slide deeper inside.

"You're destroying my control." Eric's voice was strained, as his finger slid out and then returned with another.

"Eric, please." Jessica whined; she was so close.

His fingers scissored apart as two more slipped into the empty channel of her pussy. "Exquisite, Jess." he whispered low, and deep.

Justin tipped her chin to bring his lips down too capture hers. He nipped at them and bit at the edge of them, as she heard him capture his cock in his hand, stroking it below her chin. "Do you know how badly he wants you? Eric has waited for you, Jess. You can see it in his face. He wants to give it all to you," Justin whispered, causing her to tremble, as she felt Eric caress her deeply. "Feel how it races through your body, how it fills you like a drug."

Eric slid his fingers free and sat back into the seat. She turned her head, pulling away from Justin, and looked back to see Eric. His teasing eyes, burned through her, as he licked at the taste of her off his satisfied lips.

She had had enough. She turned back to Justin, as he leaned back into the leather seat. She was torn apart; the need for release burned the deepest part of her body.

She then went to her knees in front of Eric, bent and let her mouth cover the head of his cock. This was the flesh that she wanted. Eric's. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and sucked him into her mouth. She worked her tongue around it, teasing him as he had teased her. 

Behind her, Justin's fingers were piercing her rear, and she didn't care. She spread her legs for him, filled her mouth with Eric and heard his strangled groan as her name went past his lips. "Ah fuck. Yes, suck the head, sweet Jess. Just like that!" 

She bucked against Justin, thrusting her hips back, his fingers moving inside her.

"I want it now!" She lifted her lips from Eric's cock, licked the head and then stared up at him. "Take me, Eric. Take me now, please." Her eyes were blazing with desire.

"She's so ready." Justin nibbled at her rear and kissed her there, his tongue flicking, as he slid his fingers inside her. "She can take both of us now."

Eric looked into her dazed, sensual eyes, where there was no hesitation, no sign of uncertainty. "Both of us, Jess?"

She wanted Eric to know she was ready. There was going to be no misunderstandings. "Yes, both of you, right now." Her voice was strong with need.



The Briefcase Ch. 09



Justin leaned toward Eric and held his hand out; a condom lay on his open fingers. Eric took it and slid it quickly down over his cock, and then pulled Jessica to him. He pulled her up until her breasts met with his chest. He stole a kiss, devouring her lips until he could lie back onto the wide leather seat. He set her up until she straddled him; he didn't have to guide his cock to her--she did it for him. 

Jessica lowered her hips, her fingers wrapped around his shaft. The parted the silken folds of her pussy welcome the head of his cock, slid inside the velvet vise until completely captured, and then she stilled.

Justin moved behind her, his teeth nipping at her shoulder as she shuddered, spilling more of her juices over the sheathed length of Eric's cock. Her muscles clenched around him as Justin placed the tip of his covered head to her rear, and then eased inside her.

Jessica felt the stretching burn, the impalement, as Justin moved down her spine, tongue licking, his gentle hands squeezing on her rear.

"Don't hurt me," Pleasure and fear of the unknown tore through her. "Please don't hurt me." She whispered, shaking, touching Eric's lips with her fingertips.

They paused, Eric beneath her and Justin behind her. "Would I hurt you, Jess?" Eric asked, his hand stroking the top of hers, ignoring the tight little movements she made, the need to have him thrusting inside her.

She shook her head and felt herself relaxing, as the thick head of Justin's cock eased further inside her.

She was trying to breathe, trying to focus. "I would never hurt you, there is only pleasure here." Eric said, and wrapped his other muscular arm around her back, his hazel eyes staring deeply into hers.

And it wasn't pain she thought she'd feel, it was pleasure, an agonizing sense of rapturous ecstasy that was tearing through her. Eric remained still, buried to the hilt inside her, as the firm grip of Justin's hands held her in place while he gently worked his cock inside her.

"Eric!" she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulder.

"I have you, I've always had you, Jess."

Eric had her, there was nothing left to claim and she knew it. She wanted to belong to no one else, just Eric. And Justin, the other half that completed him.

"That's it Jess," Eric kissed her neck, bit at her flesh. "Let us please you, every part of you touched and stroked."

Justin pressed forward, he slid inside her fully. Her head jerked up with a strangled cry and she began shuddering. Her wide and wild eyes were staring down at him. She could barely see him. A haze of white-hot pleasure filled her vision and tore through her body. Both men were moving, sliding back and forth, retreating and then invading until she felt it building inside her, racing up her spine and blazing through her nerve endings.

"Oh fuck! She's coming, Justin." Eric growled into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her; she was trembling.

"Ah, yes." Justin forced the words past his lips. "So tight, so unbelievably tight."

She shut her eyes and saw the tiny sparks behind her eyelids, as she bucked against Eric and Justin, feeling them fill her. Over and over again, driving herself harder onto each penetration she felt herself dissolving between them.

Male throttled groans and curses filled her ears as she felt there cocks throb, ripple with their release. She was boneless between them now. Her fractured mind not lost to Eric's possession and the fulfillment of pleasure that he promised her. She still felt them inside her, hot, the primal intensity of the act sealing her desire. She'd never be the same again.

* * *

It was hours later and the limo pulled to a stop outside the silver high rise. Jessica's appointments; well they were covered. Anytime Jessica didn't come back after lunch or when meetings ran late outside the office, Sam knew to cancel them or shuffle them around without so much as a phone call to her. 

The chauffeur opened the door and Eric stepped out, he held out his hand for her, and Jessica emerged. Eric pulled her tightly to him and she looked up into his eyes. He could see that she wanted to say something, but was at a loss for words. The quiet ride they all took back to the office while they all dressed, left a lot of time for her to think.

"This was the last time, Jess," Eric said with a serious tone, his expression tight. He knew she'd be stubborn just for the sake of being stubborn. "No more games until you come to me," he stated.

"But-"Jessica began, but stopped when he put his thumb to her bottom lip.

"You're not a toy and I won't treat you like one, Jess. You are either mine or your not." He looked down into her eyes wondering if he could stay away from her. "If I wanted a toy, there's plenty among the club at my disposal." he said plainly.

His expression softened and then he leaned down to lay a soft kiss to her lips, and his mouth lingered. Jessica shut her eyes, his fingertips slid down her side and reached around, gripped at her ass. It flamed against his hand from beneath her skirt. A soft audible sigh left her body, her lips melting into his kiss until he pulled his mouth away.

"You're an amazing woman, Jessica Alexander," Eric whispered at her open lips, standing curbside at the open door of the limo. She opened her eyes and looked at the chauffeur who stood quietly behind him, looking around at the passing cars, appearing uninterested in their conversation.

She felt a breeze snake up under her skirt when he released her cheek from beneath his hand. The heat from the hand prints at her rear kept her warm and she smiled thinking about her ripped panties, still laying on the limo floor.

"You owe me a pair of panties," she said in a matter-of-fact way, as he gave her a pat on the same spot which made her jump towards his hips in response.

He chuckled and gave her another one of those sexy grins. "You have a lot of thinking to do, Jess. I'll be waiting for your answer." And with that he forced himself to untangle himself from her, taking the warmth of his body with him, as he stepped back inside the limo. 

One last glance into her eyes, "You know the number, Jess." He turned in his seat to face forward and then the chauffeur closed the door, making his way around the long stretch until he disappeared, closing himself inside. The engine started and the limo pulled away and she stood there watching until it was out of sight.

Jessica turned and walked up the cascading concrete steps. Her mind was lost. It was hard to focus on any one thought as she made her way through the lobby toward the elevators.

Arrived at her floor, she stepped out, walking down the long hallway toward her office, her head down with little to no eye-contact with anyone who past by her. Was he serious? No more? She pierced her bottom lip with her teeth as the ride in the limo passed through her mind like a movie on a screen.

"You're back!" Sam spoke with a bright and cheery tone. "I shuffled your appointments. You had a few cancellations which made it much easier," Sam stated, noticing the blank expression on her face.

"That's great, thank you Sam. You're truly the best, I don't know what I'd do without you." She tried to fake her smile, but failed.

"Are you alright? You're all flush. Are you sick?" Sam asked, as her expression turned to worry.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little warm I think." Jessica set her purse on the counter and then proceeded to take off her jacket.

Sam watched with curiosity, not buying her excuse. "Okay, well if you need anything, just ask."

"Actually, I do, Sam." Jessica felt her stomach flip over and then smiled. Eric was supposed to feed her and until now she hadn't been hungry for food.

"Yeah, and what's that?" Sam asked, as Jessica folded her jacket over her arm and then grabbed her purse off the counter.

"Order me some food. I'm starved!" Jessica smiled, and placed her hand against her stomach, feeling the rumbling get worse by the minute.

"The deli in the lobby okay?" Sam asked, smiling at her obvious hunger.

"That's perfect, thanks." She turned as Sam picked up the phone. "I'll be in my office, send all my calls through," she added, standing in the opening of her office door.

Jessica slumped down into her office chair and leaned back with a long sigh. She slipped her hand into the open buttons of her blouse and placed her hand against her breasts. The heat hadn't subsided. She looked down and saw the color of her flushed skin, it was like a bad sunburn.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, 3:50pm. I might as well get some work done, she thought, opening her briefcase on the top of her desk. She looked at the chain hanging from the handle and wondered how different things would've been had she not met Eric. 

The next day...

"I'll send the forms over right away. Yes... thank you." Jessica replaced the phone to its cradle and then looked at the clock, it was past seven.

Sam knocked on her open door. "This envelope arrived late," Sam watched Jessica wave her in and then strolled toward the desk. "I'll be leaving now, unless you need anything else?" Sam informed her, dropping the envelope on her desk. 

"Put these forms in your outbox for tomorrow, please. They need to be sent out, first thing in the morning." Jessica held them up as Sam took them from her hand.

"Okay. Have a good evening." Sam smiled and then walked toward the door.

"You too, Sam."

Jessica sliced the letter open through the bottom of the unmarked envelope and then pulled a card out.

Obsession Art Gallery 9 pm 

Jessica looked at the card and then laid it down on the desk. She wasn't up for a meeting, she was still thinking about Eric. She stood from her desk, ripping the card into pieces and then threw it in the trash. She gathered and shuffled the last of her folders together before piling them into her briefcase. She closed the case, turned off her computer and switched off the desk lamp. 

After locking her office door, she walked down the dimly lit hallway, and then took the elevator down to the main floor. She passed through the nearly empty lobby and the started down the steps. When she looked up, a chauffeur stood in front of a white limo. Is that Eric's limo...? she and looked at the limo driver and was almost sure it was.

She reached the end of the steps within a few feet of the suited man. "Are you waiting for Eric Jackson?"

"Yes, ma'am." He answered simply.

Jessica bit her lip and then reached for her purse. She pulled money out, folded in her fingers. "I'd like to wait for him." She smiled, looking up at him.

"The money is not necessary Miss Alexander." Color flushed over her cheeks as the chauffeur reached for the door, "Mr. Jackson will be here shortly." He smiled, as the door swung open.

"Thank you." 

Jessica climbed in, taking a seat in the wide leather seat near the bar. The chauffeur closed her in, shutting out the noise of traffic, as she felt her heart pick up in anticipation of him arriving. Each moment that passed felt like an eternity. 

She looked down at her skirt realizing that she'd worn panties. Without hesitation, she leaned back, lifted her hips from the seat, and pulled her skirt up. She sank her thumbs down under the strings that held her panties to her hips, and then pulled them down, swiftly slipping them over her heels. With a click, she unlatched her briefcase and threw them inside. 

She crossed her legs and then looked out the one-way windows, the chauffeur patiently stood by the closed door, waiting for Eric to arrive. I hope you don't have plans Eric, she thought, and then saw him coming down the concrete steps toward the limo. She suddenly couldn't breathe when he arrived in front of the door, while he paused to talk to the driver. The door opened and she took the first, full breath, thinking of what she was going to say.

Eric looked over to see Jessica smiling up at him, as he sat down in the back of the limo. He stared at her for a moment, the heat of his grin, taking in her expression and the way her chest seem to rise and fall so rapidly. He felt his cock twitch as she pierced her lip with the top of her teeth.

"I guess we got off work at the same time tonight." I can't believe I am making small talk, she took another breath when his expression didn't change.

"Have you come to me Jess?" He asked with dark gaze that had her clinching, wanting to feel him again.

The limo shifted as the driver shut his door. The long tinted window went down, as he looked up into the rear view mirror. He was waiting for the destination. 

"In your bed, alone, just us. I'm yours?" she swallowed hard, trying focus.

"Yes. You'll belong to me. It's not just games for me anymore, Jess," He softly spoke, as his eyes dropped, looking at where her knees were crossed. "I want all of you, not part of you." He added and then looked back into her eyes.

"And Justin?" Eric knew what she was asking and didn't wait to answer her.

"He's our third, someone I trust to touch you." He simply stated, then dropped his gaze to the black high-heels that hugged her ankles.

"Show me that you belong to me Jess." He spoke after a long silence, "I see it there in your eyes." 

Jessica uncrossed her legs and then pressed her knees together. She remembered the scene at the Clients Ball with the submissive woman and dominant man. He had pointed to the floor, without a word and the woman had gone to her knees. 

Jessica bit her lip and took a deep breath, placed her palms against the leather seat, and slipped down onto her knees. She crawled to him, only a foot away from his bent legs, and then stopped, placing her hands onto her lap.

"Carl, take us home."

The End.