After her first spanking Nikki had to admit to herself, perhaps for the first time that she actually enjoyed the spanking and the hot satisfying sex afterward. She even admitted for the first time in her life that she had a Daddy complex. Though in reality she had never had thoughts about her own father, the man who was her boss captured her imagination and lust in a way that caused her to give in to her previously denied desire to be taken by someone she could relate to as a Daddy figure. She was hoping beyond hope that this was not a one-time thing for him, because she wanted more. She certainly wished that they would continue exploring her desires and needs. She was soon to find out that sometimes one should be careful what they wish for.
Several days after her first encounter with her boss, Nikki arrives at work a few minutes early as usual. There on her desk is a vase of Daisy’s with a card attached. Nikki gasped in excitement as she saw the flowers on her desk. As she hurriedly tore open the envelope containing the card, she felt her body react to the situation with a flush of warmth. The card is from her boss. It reads;
“I hope you enjoyed our little session Tuesday as mush as I did. If you did, and would like to get together again away from work, be ready tomorrow night at 6:30. I will pick you up. Dress appropriately to go out.
Dean”
Nikki felt her heart beat faster in her chest. So obviously he DID enjoy their session and was interested in following up. She was thrilled beyond words. She put the card away and began her day. As her day progressed she found herself becoming more and more distracted. She determinedly concentrated on doing her job and paid close attention to the details as to not make any major mistakes.
When the day finally drew to a close, she noted that she had not seen her boss much at all this day. He had been fairly consumed in meetings and other activities all day. As she was clearing her desk in readiness for leaving for the weekend, she felt his eyes on her. Turning her head, she saw him standing behind her, watching her intently.
“Well, You certainly have been busy today.” She quipped.
“Just the way I like it.” He replied. “So, do I cancel the reservations I made for tomorrow?”
“No.” she answered, averting her eyes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“Very good, six thirty then.” He said and turned and walked back into his office.
Saturday passed excruciatingly slow for Nikki. She spent the morning doing her household chores. About three o’clock she decided it was time to get ready for her date. She spent the next hour going through her closest trying to decide what to wear. She finally decided on a simple white shift. She always looked good in white and definitely wanted to look good tonight. After spending the next hour taking a long leisurely bath, and using all of her will power not to play with her hot little pussy, she went about getting dressed. She dressed in a white bra, white bikini panties and white thigh high stockings. When all was said and done she was dressed and waiting on her date at six fifteen.
When Dean arrived his eyes lit up and a big smile came to his face as he saw his date for the evening. He had been pleased when he hired Nikki and was very attracted to her from the start. He valued her work ethic and had decided not to pursue his personal feelings, rather keep things on a professional level. However, with the recent turn of event he had decided that perhaps they would pursue it and see what happened. He wanted to talk with her about that very thing tonight.
They dined at one of the most popular restaurants in town and their evening passed with comfortable talk and an easy atmosphere. They both seemed to fit well together. There were no first date uncomfortable pauses in the conversation, and they found that they shared many interests. He had purposely left the conversation concerning the direction of their relationship out of the mix tonight. Besides being a good conversationalist, Nikki also discovered that he was a great dancer. She discovered many new things about her boss’s personality that just intrigued her more and more. However, the biggest discovery was yet to come.
Because the restaurant was very crowed on a Saturday night, they parked some blocks away. They walked contentedly down the street, Nikki with her hand at his arm, occasionally leaning her head into his shoulder. They were so involved in their conversation they didn’t hear the man come up behind them.
The man, big and burly, silently walked up behind the pair and took a gin out of his pocket. He got in close to Vern and thrust the gun into his back unceremoniously.
“Don’t do anything stupid and no one gets hurt.” He growled.
Taking half a step backwards, he ordered the two to turn around. Nikki was shocked beyond words. This was her first exposure to the world of street violence. They did as ordered and turned to face their robber.
“Just give me your money and no one gets hurt.” The thug reiterated. He was pointing the gun directly at Vern’s chest.
“Ok. Man.” Dean said. “I’m going to reach inside my coat and get my wallet.” Dean explained as his hand came up to the front of his coat.
The man’s wild eyes darted back and forth between Dean and Nikki a couple of times, pausing to give Nikki a quick once over. As Dean scooped the money from his wallet and handed it over to the man, a crisp one hundred dollar bills dislodged from the group and floated to the ground. The man, obviously very nervous, watched the bill. He stupidly, bent over to pick the bill up, trying his best to keep the gun level and pointed at Dean. As he lowered his head to pick up the bill, Dean moved toward him. He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and pulled the trigger. The explosion of the gun was deafening on the quiet street. The next few seconds were a complete blur to Nikki. She screamed at the gunshot. Then, her hand to her mouth, watched in stunned silence as Dean pounced on the thug like a demon possessed. In the span of a few microseconds, the man was lying on the damp pavement, his gun in Dean’s hand, completely disabled. Nikki’s stunned mind was brought slowly back to reality as she heard Dean’s voice asking her if she was all right and felt his hand gently shaking her.
“What the hell just happened?” she all but screamed.
“Calm down. Everything’s fine.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She was shaking from the ordeal, but determined not to cry. His strong embrace gave her strength in return. He guided her gently away from the downed thug.
“Are you alright?” she asked again. Dean assured her he was and calmed her down a bit. Then reached for his cell phone.
“We have a situation, here. I need a team to come clean up.” He spoke abruptly into the phone.
His words barely registered in Nikki confused brain. She felt a mixture of confusion, relief that he wasn’t shot and comfort that he had defused this situation so well. As she turned to look at him, he eyes were drawn to the bullet hole in his coat and shirt. She could do nothing but stare at him, her eyes moving slowly between his eyes and the torn material.
“I don’t understand.” She said softly.
Dean started to speak, but was interrupted when a black van came roaring around the corner and came to an unceremonious stop beside them. Two men emerged from the van both dressed in black. One stopped to talk to Dean, the other walked over to the downed thug.
“Are you OK, Sir?” the man asked.
“Everything’s fine.” Dean assured him. “Just take this idiot away and we’ll be on our way.”
“Yes Sir.” the man replied.
