Author's note: This story takes place in the same world as Black Rose Society. You do not need to read the other story to enjoy this one. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1. Royal Black Rose Society
Victor stood outside the midnight black limo. He had only started his limo company a few months back. This client was his first big break. He had never been to this section of the airport before. The Limo was parked in area reserved for private jets. He watched Mrs. Rove's private plane come in for its final landing. It was larger than he had expected for a private jet. An ornate black rose was painted on the rear fin of the plane.
After the plane landed he watched as it taxied towards him. The staircase opened up and a well dressed man ran a designer suitcase down the exit steps of the jet. Behind him, a tall and imposing blond exited the jet. She wore an exquisite fur coat and huge black sunglasses, making it difficult to discern her age or her figure. Never the less, Victor found her magnetic.
Victor ran up to her and was surprised to find his voice shaken, "Mrs. Rove?" he asked.
His heart skipped a beat when she turned and took him in. "You are a cute limo driver." Mrs Rove said in a sultry exotic accent as she looked down at him. Her high heels accentuated her already tall height and made him feel like a little boy. Victor felt his face blush. "Let me take your bag ma'am," he said. Victor grabbed her designer bag from the male flight attended and helped her into the limo.
As Victor turned the limo onto the highway he stole a look at Mrs. Rove through the overhead mirror. He was met with beautiful green eyes peering back at him. Feeling intimidated, he quickly looked away and focused on the road. "How was your flight ma'am?" he said, trying to ease the tension he felt. It only made him feel more foolish when she didn't respond.
What a dumb question, it was great, she flew in her own private jet!
Victor heard Mrs. Rove removing her fur coat in the back seat. He chanced a look and was rewarded. She was stunning. It was hard to tell her age, but Victor figured she was in her late thirties. She looked like a beautiful Nordic queen. Her graceful neck was draped in a luxurious diamond necklace, and her ears dripped with large pearls. She wore an elegant blue dress which strained with the most massive tits Victor had ever seen. Large hard nipples were visible despite the thick fabric.
Now that her coat was off, the smell of sweet perfume began to fill the limo. The scent stirred Victor's hormones. It made him enjoy the sensation of his suit fabric pulling against his inner thigh. Warm blood flooded his balls and brought life to his cock.
Victor chanced another look through the mirror... and he was caught again. Her green eyes stared back at him with a fierce and brilliant intensity. Bashfully, Victor looked back at the road.
"You like what you see." She said. Not a question, a fact. And spoken with complete confidence.
What a fool he felt. He was twenty five but felt like he was a teenager around this woman. "I'm sorry ma'am," was all he could muster.
"What are you sorry about?" She said, tracing a finger along her neckline.
"Nothing. For staring I guess." He mumbled.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Victor."
"Tell me Victor, why do peasants apologize for their natural desires?"
"I'm sorry ma'am?" Victor asked confused but happy the conversation provided him an excuse to look at her.
"I give you permission to look Victor."
At first, the directness of the comment made Victor look away ashamed. He went to apologize again out of instinct but stopped himself.
When did he become such a loser?
"Thank you ma'am," he said instead, not really knowing how to respond.
Mrs. Rove smiled for the first time since he met her, revealing a row of pristine white teeth. "Just don't get too distracted from driving. Mr. Rove will not be pleased if anything happens to me on the way to hotel."
"Of course not ma'am," Victor stated confidently.
"Call me Jessica."
Victor met her eyes through the mirror and felt another pulse of attraction ripple through him. He couldn't believe how good she looked.... how good she
smelled
... the more he breathed in the more intoxicated with lust he became.