"Honey, this party is boring. I want to leave." Ashley stood there, pouting at me, the top of her head barely reaching my chin. She was in a beautiful evening gown, dark green, the perfect color for her pale skin. The dress hugged her body, showing of her curves without showing a lot of skin. Her gorgeous red hair pulled up into a bun, held in place by two black Chinese chopsticks.
I, on the other hand, at just shy of six feet, muscular, broad shoulders, was in a black tuxedo. The fabric pulled every time I moved, but it still looked good. "Ash, baby, I have to be here. If I want to 'network,' as they say, I have to show up to these things, even if they are boring. I know you hate these parties, basically because you have nothing to do, but I'm supposed to bring a date and why shouldn't I bring the most beautiful woman in town?"
Ashley blushed, her cheeks turning red. She cuffed me on the arm. "I am not the most beautiful woman in town. Look over there. At that Mrs. um...McGuire?" She continued when I nodded. "She's taller than me, so she'd be better suited for your height, not to mention she's got big boobs, which I know you like." Ashley self-consciously wrapped her arm around her bosom. "And there's that, oh what's her name? With the really long legs. She's got to be at least six foot in those heels."
I smiled at Ashley and pulled her arm out from around her. "You are the most beautiful woman in town. Mrs. McGuire is, number one, completely fake when it comes to those breasts, and number two, she is always throwing herself at me. That game lost it's fun very quickly." I pulled her hand up and kissed her fingertips. "And the other woman, Mrs. Klein, may be six feet tall, but she also has bad breath and all the personality of a dead rock. Her husband keeps her on a short leash. And from what I hear, maybe more than figuratively."
Ashley creased her brow for a moment, then opened her mouth in an 'O' shape when she realized what I meant. She whispered to me, "Baby, that's horrible. How could he do something like that?"
I leaned down to whisper back, "Well, from what I understand, he doesn't hurt her. Just, you know, shows her who the boss is. I don't know. Some people like that kind of thing. Who knows? It might be fun." I smiled when Ashley's cheeks started turning red again. I took her chin in my hand and leaned down to kiss her lips, holding it longer than was professionally accepted, but I didn't care and neither did she. She savored it, wanting more. She reached up to touch my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek, moving towards my neck. I recognized that as a sign. Ashley was getting turned on. If I didn't want to have to drag her out of here, I had to stop her, now, or I wouldn't want to drag her out. I'd take her on the buffet table.
"Ash," I murmured. "Stop. We don't want to make a scene." I tried pulling away from her, but she held my neck tight.
"We don't?" I definitely recognized her 'devil' grin. I smiled back and pulled my neck out of her hand.
"No, we don't. These people could get me a real job someday. Taking you next to the punch bowl wouldn't help my career."
Ashley grinned back and moved her body against me, turning up the heat. "No, but it would help you get me."
Ashley giggled as she sauntered off, looking over her shoulder at me. She licked her lips once, then turned around and started mingling again. I shuddered slightly, thinking 'That woman, I swear. She's going to get me in SO much trouble. God, I love it.'
I worked the crowd the rest of the night, introducing myself, handing out my card. Every now and then, I spotted Ashley amongst the crowd. At one point, she looked me right in the eye and start moving her drink straw in and out of her mouth, running her tongue over the end of it. I completely stopped in mid sentence, talking to a prominent attorney, staring at Ashley over the man's shoulder. My companion followed my gaze, only to see Ashley laughing with some other young ladies. "Mr. Bozeman, is there a problem?"
I shook my head quickly. "No, Dr. Rosen. I merely thought I saw someone I hadn't seen in years. Turned out it was someone else at an odd angle to the light. Sorry. You were saying?"
I tried to concentrate on what Dr. Rosen was saying, about new motions and precedents, but every time he got into his conversation, Ashley would appear at the edge of my vision, commanding my attention. Every time I looked, she had found a new way to tease me. Sucking something off her finger, covertly rubbing her nipples, bending over so he could see the outline of her behind through her dress. Each time, I found it harder to concentrate, to get my mind back on the subject.
The thing that did it though was when Ashley came up behind me while I was talking to Dr. Michaels, one of the leading attorneys on a project I wasn't at all interested in, but figured I should humor the aged doctor. Ashley quietly moved up behind me and reached between my legs, grabbing my balls through my pants. Somehow, I managed to control my voice, but suddenly felt an urge: the urge to leave the party and ravage Ashley with everything I had.
I put my hand to my head. "Dr. Michaels, I don't mean to interrupt, but suddenly, I'm not feeling very well."
The older doctor looked at me, squinting to make out my features. "I say, young man. You look flushed. You should have a lie down. I'll get the hotel doctor."
I thrust my hand out, grabbing Dr. Michaels by the arm. "Dr. Michaels, don't bother yourself. I'm sure it's just a touch of something. Nothing serious, I'm sure. I'll just collect my date and I'll go have that lie down you talked about. Please, give my regards to Dr. Rosen. It was a wonderful time and I'm sorry I had to leave in such a manner. Now, if you'll excuse me." The doctor nodded and I moved off, easily spotting Ashley standing ten feet away. Mrs. McGuire was lecturing her on the benefits of plastic surgery.
"Ashley, honey," I said, wrapping a large hand around her arm, "Mrs. McGuire." I nodded politely to the woman as she put a hand on her hip and thrust out her surgical enhancements. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but I'm suddenly not feeling well. I just wanted you to know I was heading back to our room."
"Baby, that's horrible. Mrs. McGuire, please excuse me. I'm going to take Will...back to our room." I noticed the slight pause in the sentence and wondered if Mrs. McGuire had caught it. She would have to have been deaf not to. "Maybe we can continue the discussion later." Ashley linked her arm with mine, leading me away. "Baby, you are a life saver. That woman was trying to convince me that I needed enhancements before I turned 25, because nowadays, girls are sagging faster."
"Ashley," I said, chuckling, "You are fine like you are. Don't ever do that kind of thing." Ashley nodded and I pushed the button for the elevator. I leaned against her, still feigning my illness, nodding my head politely to passers-by. The elevator chimed and we stepped in, Ashley looking out to see if anyone was joining us. There wasn't. The doors closed, leaving us alone in the glass walled elevator, the panes of glass shining with the overhead lights, showing the lights of the city. We were on the 30th floor, where the lights were amazing.
I waited till the door closed and suddenly grabbed Ashley and pulled her into a crushing kiss, one that was fueled by nothing but lust. I broke it after she was struggling for air. I smiled down at her. "Now, Devil Woman. You want to tell me what that was all about in there?"
"Well, I was bored," she replied, still sucking in large gasps of air. "I was just...keeping myself entertained. Do you disapprove?" She had her puppy dog eyes working now. She knew I couldn't be mad at her.
"No, I don't disapprove, you could've just waited until a little later. But now I'm 'sick' which means we can have some fun." I grabbed her again, pulling her off the floor in a hug. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground against my, felling my already hard cock trying to push through my pants. "Good lord, Ash. I thought I was going to shoot in my pants out there when you grabbed me."