Excerpt from Book 1: Jada Versailles and Ayano Ilanescu
(Jada has revealed her dual identity as Cheshire and met with his very shady lawyer to plan for emergencies.)
After about an hour, they all felt satisfied that they had covered the basics, at least, to prevent a legal disaster. The ball was rolling. Jada had a good feeling about Dovydas. All of his advice had been well thought out, practical, and creative.
Ayano had walked Dovydas out and returned to his office, where Jada was going over some notes she took.
"So,
Cheshire
... are you going to let me see the costume? Can I fuck you in it?" Ayano asked, leaning over her shoulder. He swept aside the curtain of her long black hair and nuzzled her neck. She smelled like plumeria. "I still can't believe you were mad about a gunshot and some drugs when you've been little miss international Yakuza ninja thief."
"Ayano, it's different. I was in danger and I want to be prepared. Wasn't it you who said we shouldn't surprise each other?" she said. She was so excited that she remembered something he said to use against him. She stood up and faced him.
"Ha," Ayano said, looking down and smiling. He ran his hand through his hair. "We'll just have to see how this all plays out. You might be safer if no one knows you're in on all this, if my enemies think you're just a girlfriend and not a... an ally? You want to be my ally?"
"It depends how big and bad you really are," she said cautiously, and a little flirtatiously.
"
Bine, bine
... I'll run it by my inner circle. See what we decide to tell you about. But if you wanna know how bad I am, it's pretty bad..." he said, stepping closer. "And if you wanna know how big I am... it's pretty big..." he told her in a low voice, pushing his cock up against her. Sometimes, his movements made him seem like a bullfighter. So elegant and skillful. But, other times, he seemed like a dark rock star like Dave Navarro. If Dave Navarro was a built, violent maniac. "Maybe too big for you. Is that what you're afraid of?" Jada smirked at him.
"I'm not afraid. Just don't think I'm going to work for you."
"Aw..." He frowned, holding her hands at her sides. "Can we
pretend
that you work for me?" When he wore all black and a large silver belt buckle, it looked like his cock was leading him everywhere. Which was probably somewhat true.
"You want to role play?" She grinned. He was an out-of-control, sex maniac criminal. A violent, drug-using criminal. Unfortunately, the wrong parts of her took note of this.
"Yeah. Be my secretary," he requested, running his fingers firmly down her back. "Can you put on a short, short skirt? And that black shiny little top? And high heels." He caressed her breasts, groping her over the bra.
"Okay. How long have I worked for you?" she clarified, now grabbing his wrists.
"Uh, you've just settled in. A month," he said, humoring her.
"Am I married?" She fluttered her eyelashes.
"Yes, you're definitely married. And your husband just lost his job."
"What about you?"
"I'm not married. Because I'm a pig, I'm awful," he said, baring his teeth at her.
"Oh, so this role isn't a stretch for you, is it?" she teased. He pinched her ass.
"Go get changed. Bring me a tie," he ordered. She glared at him but left with her head held high.
Jada came back in the requested outfit, adding thigh high stockings and a black cardigan as well. Ayano had cleared most of the actual important office materials out of harm's way.
"Ok, how do you do this?" Jada asked, handing him his tie.
"You call me Mr. Ilanescu. I call you Ms. Versailles. I threaten to fire you," he said, setting up the scene. He buttoned up his shirt for once and tied a windsor knot with his tie.
"Well you know the agreement rule, right? In theater, in improv, you can't disagree with your partner. You have to roll with it, whatever they say or you're blocking the scene's flow," she informed him, putting on a little lipstick.
"Jada, do I seem like the kind of guy who takes a theater class?"
"No, that's why I'm telling you. Now, first you're after my tits, then you make me blow you. You can take it from there," she said, holding some prop papers.
"You're pretty bossy for a secretary. Get in character!" he said, sitting at his desk.
"Mr. Ilanescu, these documents need your signature," Jada said, walking to his desk slowly, her hips swaying. She leaned over the desk, her tits perilously close to popping out of her pushup bra. He drew a blank for a minute, distracted.
"Thank you, Ms. Versailles. How are you liking it here?" he asked in a serious boss-guy voice, signing the papers.
"Everyone's been great, Mr. Ilanescu. Thank you so much for hiring me. It means so much, especially since my husband lost his job," she said, gathering up the papers.