His Nasty Little Pussy

Holy fuck!

I’d never been this close to him, and I hadn’t realized how beautiful his eyes were. They were a vibrant emerald green, large and almond with long, dark lashes. He was even more beautiful than I’d remembered from my many distant glimpses of him, and trust me, I thought about this man a lot, but not even my very active imagination had done him justice.

How in the hell did anyone accomplish anything around this man? All I wanted to do was hike my skirt up and rub my pussy along every part of his body. He looked at me with an amused expression and asked, “Can I help you?”

“Um…” I stammered, trying desperately to remember why I was there and hoping like hell he couldn’t tell that I’d just masturbated in his hall. Closing my eyes helped, and when I could focus, I said, “I’m here about the available job.”

“Are you going to interview for the job with your eyes closed and your hands clutching at my shoulders, or would you prefer to come in and have a seat?”

Mortified, I snapped my eyes open and let my hands drop. Truth be told, I would have preferred to stand there clutching his shoulders, but if I didn’t get a handle on myself, I’d soon be begging him to let me try where Jessica had failed.

He gave me a sexy grin that my body immediately responded to and led the way back into his office, pointing at the chair on the other side of his desk where I should sit. His office was tastefully done without being too showy. The mahogany desk he sat behind was intimidating, but I kept my back straight and my head held high. I was bound and determined to get this job. Now more than ever.

He let his eyes wander over me, and I had to force myself to not cross my arms over my chest. There was nothing to be done about my hard nipples, and since he was to blame for them anyway, I wasn’t about to duck my head in shame.

I knew there was no way in hell he’d remember me, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that he didn’t immediately recognize me. I thought I’d been pretty covert about my spying, but how many young women could he possibly have scouted out his house in roller skates and teeny tiny outfits nearly falling on their asses while they ogle him? Judging by the lack of recognition in his eyes, I’d say maybe a lot. I was willing to bet good money that he had women throwing themselves at him all the time. The thought irritated me, and I had to stop myself from scowling.

Damian leaned back and steepled his fingers, pressing his elbows into the padded arms of his leather chair, and asked, “So why do you think you’re a good fit for The Feisty Raven?”

I crossed my legs, hooking my hands around my knee, and gave him a wide smile. “This is the most popular nightclub in town, and I want to be where the action is. I just graduated high school, so I know I don’t have a lot of experience, but I did spend the last year waitressing, so I’m very familiar with that kind of work.”

Before I could talk myself out of it, I added, “The job I’m interested in, though, is a dancing position.”

His eyes briefly widened, but he didn’t say anything. The Feisty Raven wasn’t a strip club, but women were hired to dance on the strategically placed poles around the club. Rumor had it they made killer tips, and I’d been practicing my dance moves in preparation for this job for quite some time. It was all part of my plan to snag Damian. He’d hire me as a dancer, see my sexy moves, fall madly in love with me, and pump baby after baby into me. Perfect, right?

What he said next broke my fantasy into a million pieces.

“I can hire you on as a busboy. Well,” he said with a grin that looked a lot like a smirk, “busgirl.”

“But the job posting said you were looking for a waitress.” I tried to keep the pathetic whine out of my voice, but I’m pretty sure I failed.

“And I’m telling you that I will hire you as a busgirl. The pay is $10 an hour plus whatever tips you’re handed. I think you’ll find that that’s well above the going rate. Do you want it or not?”

I said yes because what choice did I have? It wasn’t the job I wanted, but it was a step in the right direction. At least I’d get to be close to him, and the pay was good, especially if I could snag some big tips.

He flashed me that sexy grin again and held his hand out. “That’s good to hear. I’m Damian Black, by the way, your new boss.”

I slipped my hand into his much larger one and watched as he nearly swallowed it up. He had long gorgeous fingers, and I couldn’t help but think about how good they’d feel in my pussy. Will feel, I reminded myself. I was pretty proud of myself for not moaning at his touch, but when I met his eyes, I saw that he had an amused expression on his face again, and he was staring right at my hard nipples.

Again, I held my head up high and said, “I’m Emma. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Black. When do I start?”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He held my hand a few seconds longer than necessary before letting it go. “You can call me Damian, and tonight at six if you’re available.”

“Thank you, Damian. I’ll be here.”

I stood and walked out of his office with as much dignity as I could muster, letting my rock-hard nips lead the way. I needed to put together some work outfits because I was gonna make damn sure that Damian noticed me.