Ashley Harris pulled into a spot next to the warehouse and turned off the car. She looked up at the looming building.
The warehouse was several stories high with wall of metal spotted with rust. The randomly placed windows were fogged over and a few were pushed out.
Ashley tried not to fidget, but found it hard to keep her excitement contained. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and looked down at her outfit. She wore a black dress that hung and thin straps. The skirt hung to a few inches above the white knee-high stockings. She smoothed out the material and gave her thighs a squeeze.
Ashley opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air carried a hint of the cool night to come. In the east as the last bit of light flared against the darkening west horizon. The thumping of bass from inside the warehouse made the windows rattle as she walked across the dirt to the door.
Ashley had joined Artists Unlimited as an intern her senior year of college a year prior with the help of her roommate Katy. It was a great opportunity to get in on the ground floor, and the fact that Katy worked there too just made it too good to pass up. Since then she graduated college and took a full time position working as an assistant for one of the agents, Maria Sanders.
Katy and Ashley grew up together and for all intents and purposes were sisters despite not being actually related. Katy worked as James Thompson's assistant.
Mr. Thompson was one of the senior partners of the firm, and was throwing a party for one of the firms clients that had just finished a successful tour. Ashley found him extremely attractive. He was handsome in that rugged way that maybe it easy to imagined him surviving a couple of weeks fending for him self in the woods. His commanding presence could silence a room when he entered, and that smile. She loved his smile. Especially when he smiled at her. It always caused her stomach to flip.
Then of course there were the moments they were alone. The sexual tension between them was palpable. Of course it didn't help that they both seemed to enjoy flirting every chance they got. But the invite to this party caught her off guard. Did he ask her as an employee? Or as someone he wanted to hang out with outside the office. In the end it really didn't matter. She was hoping to get him alone in a dark corner and see if the flirting between them would led somewhere.
At the door a lone man stood watching. He noticed Ashley and nodded. As she reached the landing he reached over and pulled open the door.
Music spilled out and Ashley stepped inside.
It took a moment for Ashley's eyes to adjust, but once they did she was amazed. The warehouse had been decorated like a dance club. On the far wall a DJ sat in a booth above the crowd. He held headphones to one ear and swayed to the music as he worked the tunes. On one side a bar has been setup. The bar back looked like it was set in columns of ice that glowed green, blue, and red from alternating lights at the base. Near the bar was an area of couches and small tables. Most were already taken with small groups of people watching the action in the center. The center was packed with bodies grinding against each other.
Ashley took in the crowd of people and spotted her friend Katy. Katy gave a wave and pointed to a couch. Ashley nodded and started in that direction.
"Ash, I didn't know you would be here?" Katy asked. The music was loud but not so much so that it drowned the tone of her voice.
"Yeah, Mrs. Sanders told me she couldn't make it but that I should come." She didn't allow the lie to hang on the air. "This is pretty impressive. It actually looks like a club."
"Yeah. Mr. Thompson has a way with parties."
The girls sat for a moment watching the crowd of dancers move against each other. Bodies grinding against each other. Hands sliding over each other. There was just something with watching people dance. It was so intimate. And it made Ashley feel like she shouldn't be watching the interaction, but that only made it more intoxicating.
Ashley caught Mr. Thompson squeezing through the crowd, and felt her anxiety kick in. His black hair was in disarray but on him it looked sexy. His eyes glowed in time with the strobes roaming the room. He was dressed in a tight fitting shirt that showed off the work he had put into his body. His tie swaying as he leaned to slip around people. Ashley caught herself wondering what he would look like without the shirt. The way he moved with purpose ignited her lust. There was just something about him that made her want to do bad things.
"Mr. Thompson," Katy said almost spitting her sip back into the glass as Mr. Thompson stepped into her view.
James laughed. "Relax Katy it's ok. This is a party, not work."
"It's an awesome party," she said. Her game face was back on.
"Thanks. Your DJ suggestion seems to have been the key. Good job."
"Thank you sir."
Ashley caught the hint of red in Katy's cheeks at the compliment.
"Ashley, glad to see you got to come out," he said.
For a moment all she could do was smile up at that gorgeous face, those defined cheekbones, and that mouth. She wondered what it would be like if he kissed her. Just pulled her body to his and kissed her. The feel of those hands on her, the smell of him close. She was supposed to be doing something. Shit. She was supposed to be talking "Please, call me Ash. Mr. Thompson," she finally got out. The smile she gave felt wicked.
Mr. Thompson smiled, "Very well. Ash." Her turned to Katy. "I got to make a few more rounds before I can relax. Can you check make sure the bar has everything they need?"
"Absolutely," Katy said.
"Then enjoy yourself." He turned to Ashley. "You too."
"I will." Ashley watched him walk off. She didn't realize how fast her heart was beating until it was starting to slow down.
"Holy shit, Ash," Katy said giving her friend a bump. "Can you be more obvious?"
"What?"
"Don't give me that," Katy said. "I know you. I saw that look you gave my boss."
"Hey, I'm not sure if you noticed but your boss is pretty hot. Besides there is nothing wrong with window shopping."
"Unhuh." Her friend's words were full of skepticism. "Just be careful. He is not someone that you want to get on the wrong side of. Best to keep things professional."
"Don't worry." But she didn't want to keep things professional.
"Ok, I got to go check on the bar." Katy handed Ashley her drink. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."
"I'll be here."
Ashley sat back to people watch enjoying the feel of the music. She lifted Katy's drink to her face and sniffed. After drawing a blank based on smell she took a sop. She closed her eyes and the music filled her taking control. Her thoughts drift back to of Mr. Thompson. Him leading her to the dance floor. Their bodies moving with the music. Grinding her body against his. His hands on her hips as they dance. The image so vivid she can even smell his cologne. What a wonderful scent, she thought. Then she realizes someone has joined her on the couch.
She opened her eyes. Mr. Thompson was sitting next to her watching her. She stopped moving and his smile broadened.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said.
She stared at him for a moment again losing her thoughts before speaking. "Katy left a few minutes ago. She said she would be back in a few."
"You like the music?"
"Yes. You did a god job pulling off a club vibe."
"Thanks," James said looking around. "It's owned by a photographer I know. He uses it for his own work and rents it out."
The music changed, and Ashley downed the last of Katy's drink.
"Ash," James said letting her name hang in the air for a moment as if he was watching it float off his tongue into the air. "That is an interesting name."
"It's a nickname. I have had it since high school. Too many other Ashley's at school so it was easier."
"I like it."
"Thanks," she said unable to keep herself from blushing.
"So why are you sitting on this couch, and not out there." He tipped his head to the crowd dancing.
"Sometimes that's not the dancing I am interested in." She gave him her best-wicked smile. It made her feel sexy. Not to mention she loved flirting.
He shifted closer to her and put an arm on the top of the couch behind her head. His body was so close they were almost touching. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered. She felt her core warm. Holy shit what was it about this guy.
He leaned in so his mouth is close to her ear. "Ash."
She loved hearing him say her name, and how his breath teased her skin.
"Perhaps you can help me with something then."
"Anything. Just say the word."
She didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling. "Dangerous words," he continued. And there was something else in his tone. It caused her body to tingle with excitement.
"Not Dangerous. A promise," she said. She didn't get as much innuendo in the tone as she wanted, but was hard to concentrate with his breath on her neck.
"Well lets just put that promise to the test shall we?"
She felt his fingers touch her knee and start to slide along the side her leg. She tried not to tense as they slipped under her skirt. The sensation forcing her to hold back a shiver. His fingers reached her hips and slid over her thigh. They started to push under the edge of her panties, and then stopped.
Ash raised her eyebrows and looked down. She didn't want to scare him off, but his hand retreated and came to rest on her knee. "What did you have in mind?"
"For starters, why don't you take off your panties."
"Here? Now?" She looked around thinking surely someone had heard him. But no one was even paying attention.
"Yes. Just take them off, and give them to me."
Ash looked around again. No one was watching. A thrill shot through her as she thought about what she was about to do.
He leaned in to her ear again. "I want your panties. Now, Ms. Harris." He put emphasis on the now part.
She slipped her hands under the sides of her dress before even realizing she made the decision. She pressed her back into the couch to lift up enough to slide them over her hips. As the fabric pulled away from her skin she realized they were are damp already. She pulled her knees together and then quickly pushed them down to her ankles stepping out of them one foot at a time. She wadded them up.
