Okay, disclaimer. This story is ree-aally not for someone looking for a quick wank. If that's not for you, I totally understand.
If you're not sure, I think it's worth exploring.
Compare how turned on you get by vaguely suggestive actions of the male or female lead in a movie or TV show versus overtly lascivious behavior in a porno. Some of that might be because the movie star is hotter, but most of it is because you've developed a connection with the character.
This is only the first chapter, and I've used a lot of it to set the story up. There are some good bits at the end, but I encourage you not to skip ahead.
I really do appreciate feedback, so please get in touch. I might use some of it for my next story.
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Courtney stood at the full-length mirror, hands sliding absentmindedly over her slinky violet dress. She gazed at her reflection critically for a full minute before a smile spread across her lips.
She walked to the closet and pulled out her favorite pair of heels. She always left them at Conrad's place. She'd only bought them for his office parties anyway. Opportunities to wear a $600 pair of Walter Steigers were few and far between when you were a college professor, even if you were considered a leading expert on sustainable engineering.
A beige sofa lay facing the bathroom at the foot of the king-sized bed. She sat down and was about to slip her shoes on when Conrad emerged from the shower, wrapped in a thick white towel. She looked up at him and grinned.
Conrad was the kind of man every little girl dreams of marrying. He was tall and muscular, with sharp features and short, dirty blonde hair. He was a successful manager at one of the most promising tech companies in Silicon Valley, and he absolutely adored her.
Courtney slid her feet into her black heels and glided over to him. He looked up at her, eyes widening as he took in her outfit, hair and immaculately done makeup.
"Wow! You look ama..."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, slid her fingers through his hair and kissed him deeply on the lips. Almost at once, she felt his breath quicken. He clumsily wiped his hands on the towel around his waist and eagerly drew her closer.
When she eventually pulled away, his eyes remained closed for a few seconds. Her grin returned. She loved that she still had this effect on him after almost two years together.
"You'd better hurry up and put some clothes on, mister," she said, "we're going to be late."
"Just as soon as I regain feeling in my limbs. They've all experienced a sudden drop in blood flow."
Courtney laughed. "It's amazing that men ruled the world for as long as they did. It can't possibly have taken millennia for women to realize just how easy all of you really are."
Conrad took a step back and admired his stunning girlfriend. "I'm pretty sure they didn't look like THAT in the middle ages..."
"Down boy! I've spent too long fixing my hair." She waved her hand towards the bed. "Oh, and I selected the perfect outfit for you, too."
"I'm perfectly capable of choosing my own clothes, you know!"
She kissed his neck and he groaned softly. "Hah! I barely trust you to get your pants on right now." She tilted her head up and ran her tongue across his earlobe. He let out a faint whimper. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone at work know how whipped you really are."
He laughed and set about pulling on the clothes she'd laid on his bed.
Conrad and Courtney had one of those charmed lives you only see in poorly written soap operas, except without any of the drama or sexual intrigue. They were extraordinarily compatible. He loved her to death and the sex was phenomenal.
He was often the one who initiated things, but she usually took control once they'd begun. Conrad had always liked strong, passionate women, and was only too happy to let her dictate what happened in the bedroom.
Things never got too crazy, but they preferred it that way. The most adventurous thing in their closet was a furry pair of handcuffs, a gag-gift from a friend of Courtney's.
Forty-five minutes later, they were walking into the conference hall at Versitec headquarters. The room mainly served as a space for charity events organized by the company founder - Ishan Bansal, Conrad's boss' boss and one of the wealthiest men alive.
His company had revolutionized drone technology and wireless power, breaking into the market by building the first UAV that could remain airborne for weeks through remote charging from solar energy transmission towers (another of his inventions).
Courtney looked around as they entered. She'd always been fascinated with Ishan. Everyone who'd ever met him was, really. At twenty-eight, he was the world's youngest, self-made billionaire, but it wasn't his money or influence that stuck with the people who spent more than a few minutes in his presence.
His mother once said in an interview that, since he was twelve, he could silence a crowded theatre by shuffling his feet.
Courtney knew exactly what she meant. People always wanted to hear what Ishan had to say. Every movement he made seemed to attract every eye in the room.
A quick look around told her that Ishan hadn't arrived yet. Courtney let out a small sigh of disappointment, which Conrad didn't miss. He smiled down at her.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your idol will be joining us soon." He said.
"Shut up! I was looking for the champagne."
He grinned. "Well, the sparkling wine sort of champagne is about three feet to your left. The other kind is probably working on some new prototype in his office."
She elbowed him in the stomach hard and he doubled over, but she was pretty sure it was brought on more by laughter than pain.
She'd never understood why he wasn't more insecure about her interest in Ishan. Initially, she'd assumed it was because guys like Conrad didn't get jealous. If you showed most women a picture of the two men standing next to each other and asked them to choose who they'd rather go out with, most would probably pick Conrad (provided they hadn't read a newspaper in the last three years).
Not that Ishan wasn't good looking - quite the reverse. He was around 5'10", on the tall side for an Indian, but at least five inches shorter than Conrad. His frame was lean and athletic, but definitely not muscular. His angular face sported a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones and slightly sunken eyes. His voice was deep, but quiet and unassuming.
But none of that explained why nearly every woman in the room was mimicking Courtney's scan at regular intervals.
There was just something about him. His wiry frame looked imposing even when it was leaning casually against a wall. His dark eyes had a way of making you feel as if you had his full attention, but like you never quite deserved it. And when he spoke, well... everyone shut up.
More recently, she'd wondered if Conrad's lack of concern might be because he thought she didn't have a shot with him anyway. It was true - on the rare occasions that Ishan's dates became public, they were usually talented movie stars or brilliant scientists that looked like swimsuit models. But there weren't many people on the planet that could look down on her intellectually, and in this room of gorgeous waitresses and supermodel trophy wives, no one was on the receiving end of more furtive glances from nervous engineers than she was.
On her last visit to Conrad's office, one of them had told her breathlessly that she looked like Cylon No. 6 from Battlestar Galactica, before scurrying quickly away. She'd been offended until she looked the character up after she'd gotten home.
Twenty minutes later, Courtney noticed the voices in the hall dim as a few heads turned toward the entrance. She spun around. Ishan had just walked through the large oak doors, his arms aloft and a big grin splitting his attractive face.
"I'm sorry I'm late, everyone, but I'm afraid the delay was unavoidable. You see, I really didn't want to be here." The crowd tittered.
He continued, "I kid. You all know what this event is for. Our 'Free Internet For All' campaign has done some amazing work in the developing world. In two years, I believe every man, woman and child, regardless of the circumstances of their birth, will have access to the greatest source of human knowledge ever compiled. And, as we all know, scientia potentia est!"
