Author's note: Many thanks to Luxx, Onyx03 and TheMasterBaiter for their help in brainstorming and editing.
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Everything happened a couple of weeks ago while I was working on the story "Office Whore" that was just published here on Literotica.
I live in an apartment, away from all my friends, family, and acquaintances. I like my own time. In fact, I have been living in this apartment since I was in college. What made me interested in it was that below it, there's a cafe. I used to go there to write my assignments. What makes it great is that it does not have a closing time. I don't think it ever closed; I studied there until 4 am once.
It's sort of a quirky place, with it's own unique feeling. There are booths with deep padded seats, like an old school diner. There is a big mirror on one wall, so you can see everyone else in the place. It's makes me feel safe because no one can really sneak up on you or surprise you.
The staff knows me. I mean they've seen me since I started university after all. So, it was not alarming to them when I come down with my laptop in the middle of the night and start typing furiously. There is a wonderful feeling of comfort that is almost like being at home.
However, when a new guy started showing up regularly at odd hours, like in the middle of the night, I did see them looking concerned. I could sense the tense mood.
It would be a lie to say that I did not look at him from time to time. He was attractive. He was tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. I noticed a scar on his collarbone. I felt bad for thinking that it added to his attractiveness. Before long I was checking him out in the mirror in front of me almost every time I took a break from writing, but I was really careful, so I was sure he didn't see me.
That night, it was past midnight. He had come in and taken the next table, right at my back. I was not used to having people sit behind me because at those hours, I was usually the only one in the cafe.
There was the new guy and I alone in the cafe. The silence was deafening. I was sipping on my espresso while typing the main points of my story. Inspiration usually strikes me at night. I felt pumped up and I wanted to at least start a draft. In the mirror, I could see him typing lazily on his Mac.
Suddenly, he got up and walked to my table. I was about to take out my earphones thinking he might ask me something. But he did not. Instead, he simply stood in front of me. I stared at him, somewhat perplexed but, as always, ready with a snarky remark.
"Oh yeah, of course, you can sit here. Want me to bring you something as well?" I sneered at him.
He chuckled. Despite being so gorgeous, he pissed me off. Manners are important to me.
"Maybe you could tell me about that story you're working on, Jasmine."
I stared at him, shocked and confused. I could not answer. How the fuck did he know my pen name? Several scenarios ran through my head. I could already imagine the conversations that I was going to have with several people if he exposed me to them, trying to explain why I was writing porn online. I could feel my face getting warmer. I was certainly blushing.
"I just- I mean I don't know what you're talking about. My name is not Jasmine," I stuttered.
"I know," he leaned back in his chair, "But you said to call you that on Tumblr."
I still pretended that I did not understand what he was talking about. I rolled my eyes, trying to look somewhat credible.
"You have me confused with someone else."
Realizing the outline I was working on had a title and my pen name at the top, I let out a nervous laugh and closed my laptop. I continued staring at him and did not say anything.
It was he who broke the silence.
"Do you want to know how I found you?" he said in a very smooth American accent. I was a little bit relieved when I realised that he was not from here. I was reassuring myself that it would be hard for him to guess my workplace and other key things. I nodded warily and kept looking at him. He suddenly did not appear as nice as I had hoped he would be. His approach really intimidated me.
"A couple of weeks ago, you posted a picture of yourself on Tumblr. It was carefully cropped to not show your face or anything else identifiable, but you had your location turned on. That data gets saved in pictures automatically, but you know that don't you? You deleted the pic a couple of minutes later, just when I was about to reblog. It was a chance really, to know where you live. I was able to pinpoint this cafe from the location tag. I'm here for business and I needed to find a cafe to work in anyway, so I thought, why not this one?" He kept looking at me while he spoke and it was making me uncomfortable.
I cursed myself for making such a foolish mistake and internally groaned.
"I didn't really mean to find you, you know? It was mostly coincidence. I thought I might possibly run into you if I worked here, but I figured there would be a bunch of people. Then I saw you. At first, I thought you were in college until I saw you were logging onto Tumblr and LitErotica. I saw you uploading links and stories."
He was quiet for a moment as I sat there in shock, then he said: "I have to say that I really enjoy your stories. I'm a big fan of the themes you write about."
I stared at him, not quite believing that he had found me so easily and by chance alone. I was at a loss for words. I folded my hands in my lap and shifted on my seat. I was getting more and more uncomfortable.
I cleared my throat and said, "Well uh, it has been a pleasure. Now if you would please excuse me. I need to get going."
I put my hands around my laptop and was about to get up when he put his huge hands on top of mine. I tried to pull away but he was a lot stronger than me; his grip pinned my hand down. I cursed in my head and looked around. We were alone in the cafe. The staff was probably in the kitchen or smoking a cigarette outside. Either way, they would not hear anything.
"I suggest you sit down and listen to me," His tone had changed. He probably sensed how uncomfortable I was with the whole situation but now he had gained more confidence and was looking at me smugly.
He got up and moved around to sit next to me, making it impossible for me to get out of the booth. His warmth made me uncomfortable. At this point, I knew that there was no escape.
He placed his hand on my thigh and started stroking it. It was very sudden, not something that I was expecting. I flexed my thigh; my legs are sensitive. I gasped and sort of moaned. I did not react because I wanted this, but rather because I was scared of what he would do if I stopped him. He continued rubbing and stroking as he leaned into me, "You're beautiful, you know that?"
I heard him breathe in loudly, "And you smell so good."
I was frozen but somehow I gathered what was left of my confidence and put my hand on his.
I grabbed it and pulled it away, "Listen here mate, I'm not interested. I'm happy for you to know who I am but it's getting late and I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you."
He stared at me blankly and then, burst out laughing. His laugh was sexy and different from what I was used to . And I promise you, if it wasn't for the situation I would have loved it. Now that I think about it, it is the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. It was so full of life and devilishly masculine. Despite the situation, I found myself mesmerised by it. It had such an effect on me, making my lower stomach warmer.
"Awh c'mon, stop playing with me. I know you like all that non-con stuff so don't make me go wild on you."
Every sentence coming out of his mouth was somewhat humiliatingly truthful; I was not used to talking about turn-ons with anyone and everyone. And certainly not in real life. I stayed quiet, again not knowing what to say. He put his hand back onto my thigh and whispered in my ears, "I've been wanting to fuck you for so long. It's going to be wonderful."
He continued to stroke my thigh, making the skin more sensitive than it normally is. I was still trying to register the words that came out of his mouth. I forced myself not to start shaking.
"I'm going to do so many things to you tonight."
I let out an audible whimper. There was a battle between my rational mind and my impulsive desires. Yes, it was risky, I didn't know anything about him, but at the same time, it was something that I'd always wanted to try. Before I could think about it, I nodded slowly. He seemed pleased and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. His lips were firm but soft and every bit as sensual as I had imagined.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, hm?" I did not say anything this time. I was afraid if I opened my mouth, I would change my mind.
"Open your laptop," His voice changed to a deep and stern tone.
"What?" I asked, not expecting this turn of events.
"You heard me. Open it. I know you were writing main points for your story"
I did not like that he
knew
that much about me. I am a secretive person by nature and the bubble that I was living in was being threatened.
But I complied and the screen lit up. He scooted closer to me, gripped my thigh as if he was scared I was going to leave and begin reading silently.
As he was reading, I looked at him and noticed that he was trying not to smile.
I felt a weird sense of pride as I realised that he was somewhat enjoying the plot.
"So is that a fantasy of yours? Do you want to be reduced to the office whore?"
I did not say anything. I wanted to justify myself but I could not.
His strong hands moved higher and he played with the hem of my shorts. My breath quickened, I tried desperately to convince myself that it was going to be okay. That I should treat this like any other one night stand.
"Do you even know what a tease you are? Always posting pictures of little parts of yourself. Showing just enough to give us a good wank and keep us coming back for more the next day."
I nodded, hoping that he would move his hands just a little bit higher. At this point, my cunt was leaking juices and my clit was throbbing. My god, he was so good with his dirty talk.
"Even in this cafe, I bet you feel better knowing that you make guys get a semi every time they see you."
I knew I had an effect, but not
