The corporate suits finally deigned to recognize all the long hours and hard work Catherine had been putting in. Oh yeah, an all expenses paid weekend in the Las Vegas reserved suite, would be thanks enough. Driving home, her thoughts were already there. Calling friends, ticking off a list of things to pack.
Uppermost in her thoughts, was how thrilled he would be. Sean, head of his own construction firm, all alpha male. From his thick, brown hair and piercing blue eyes, all the way down his work hardened body, thickly talented 7 inch cock, to his size 12's. Men wanted to be around him, women wanted to be his, or more aptly, in his pants.
You would never know from meeting him, that when Catherine or Cat, called, he would come crawling...her supplicant, stripped down, muscles working, whip in mouth and eager to please or just as eagerly, be punished; depending on her mood.
Snapping back to reality, and away from stirring the pleasures of her favorite pet, she grabbed her cell phone while pulling into the drive and walking into the house, dialing Toni's number.
Toni, was a dear friend. All petite, five and a half feet of her. Aegean green eyes, sleek long blond hair, nails always perfectly manicured blood red. She was smart, beautiful, and a generous, discerning lover. In other words, hell on her playthings.
They had shared many adventures together through the years, and Cat always looked her up when she was going to be in Vegas, Toni's stomping ground. Toni picked up the line, and the two worked out the details for a weekend of pure, hedonistic pleasures.
Cat decided to surprise Sean with the trip. Walking through the outer office, pausing to inform his assistant, "You can call it for this week, Ben." He grinned, "Go right in Ms. Thomas."
Sean raised his head from some paperwork and his instant response made her smile. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the deep scoop neck, button down, peach silk dress and strappy sandals she wore.
"Cat?" He watched as she moved around the desk and stared down at him with a smile.
"Guess what, sweet stuff?" She propped her hands on her hips, deliberately allowing her breasts to swell above the neckline of the dress. "Get ready, I am here to whisk you away to be a kept man for the weekend." His lips twitched in amusement. "What, I get no say in this?" he told her.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes spellbound by the swelling buds beneath the silken fabric. "I have a deadline, and a client meeting."
Cat suppressed a laugh. "Too flimsy, and you know it." He had enough good people working for him to take care of last minute details. She moved to balance a hip against the desk as Sean moved to touch her. Their movements, combined, jostled a nearby stack of folders, overturning them.
"Oops." Some of the papers spilled from the desk and she bent to recover them. "I'll get it," she promised softly, suggestively as a few slid off his knee to the carpet beneath the desk.
Sean jerked in response as her hand braced on his knee and she bent to retrieve the papers. Damn, sheer black lace teasing a response from her nipples. He drew in a deep breath as her head dipped under the desk.
"Cat, please..." The office door opened at the same time she worked herself beneath the desk.
"I'm sorry Sean, but the client for the downtown job walked in and needs a minute." Ben said. He looked around, startled because Cat was nowhere in sight. Sean stilled. Cat moved beneath the desk. A sinuous slide of her body against his leg had him trembling in anticipation.
He felt Cat's hands move up his ankles. God, she wouldn't. He drew a deep breath, he never imagined she would tease him like this at work.
"I'll show him in. We'll make it quick." Ben blushed slightly, and went to usher the client in. Sean put his game face on. Beneath the desk Cat's hand stilled at his knee for a second. He felt her shift slightly then he blinked as he felt the first nip of her teeth, on the side of his knee. "What can I do for you, Dan?" He fought to keep his voice even and calm.
Her hands were slowly sliding up his thighs, her French manicured nails scraping through the fabric of his pants as she neared the swollen length of his cock. Son of a bitch. She was going to really do it.
"I have a couple of questions about the build site." Dan frowned. "I'm worried that the inspections won't be done on time, for one."
His belt opened.
"We have the inspection date all set up," he almost growled.
The blood was rushing through his body, culminating in his cock, throbbing. The anticipation of her mouth on him was killing him.
"I just wanted to double check, this is my first big project." Dan grinned sheepishly.
