Disclaimer: If you have delicate sensibilities then none of my stories are for you. I don't do soft romance and I don't mind treading on decency.
~No Apologies
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A dozen pair of eyes tracked Elizabeth Branston as soon as she stepped off the elevator. She was known as The Barracuda of PCP—Phillips, Campbell & Parker Realty. Her slim, sexy stature was enhanced by a pair of trendy four-inch platform heels.
Tossing a luxurious lock of auburn hair over her shoulder, Elizabeth strolled across the room ignoring all in her wake. She signaled to her assistant and the man jumped to his feet and followed her into her office.
Closing the door behind him, he rushed over and placed a cup of coffee on the desk in front of her. Elizabeth sat in her posh executive chair, drumming her red painted nails as she waited expectantly.
"How's the coffee...did they get it right this time?" he inquired nervously.
"My dear darling moron," she pierced him with cold sharp eyes, "it is pathetic to blame someone else for your incompetence in handling a simple coffee order."
Colin Miller dropped his eyes to his feet. He had been working for Ms. Branston for just over a month and she had berated him for one thing or another each and every day. She was a frosty-hearted bitch and he loathed her as much as she despised him.
"Where is the file for the Brentwood estate? I told you to have it ready for me this morning."
"I'll get it," he mumbled and hurried to his cubicle to retrieve the file. It wasn't even ten in the morning and already she had him feeling like a bungling idiot.
Elizabeth Branston was the top real estate agent and one of the most valued employees in the firm...and she made sure everyone knew it. The partners doted on her and it showed in the bonuses she received—which were more than he could earn in a year.
Her clients adored her because she went above and beyond to get them the best deal possible. She was self-motivated, a brilliant problem solver, tenacious and engaging—when she chose to be. She was poised to make partner one day and Colin didn't doubt that it would happen before she reached thirty. She was only twenty-six.
He hated her. He really hated her. He didn't want to, but he did. It was like she looked for any tiny reason to humiliate him. And she didn't care where or when she did it.
He exhaled a frustrated sigh, raking his fingers through his hair. All-in-all, he considered himself lucky that she hadn't humiliated him outside of her office...this time.
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Forgoing lunch at her favorite restaurant with a couple of colleagues, Elizabeth worked with singular focus throughout the day in an effort to complete the prep work necessary for her upcoming presentations to perspective clients on Monday. The presentations were important because the five listings she was determined to sell were well over a million dollars; lesser properties did not warrant her attention.
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Hours later, through her blinds she could see that the office was nearly dark. As usual, she was the last to leave for the night. There was a sound at her door before it was thrown open and Pricilla Parker sauntered in.
She was almost six feet tall with platinum blonde hair, a deep golden tan, and a curvaceous figure that commanded attention wherever she went. It didn't hurt that the thirty-two-year-old was rich to boot and one of the primary partners in the firm.
Elizabeth eyed her with calmly concealed anticipation.
"I see you're working late again," Pricilla said, looking at Elizabeth in that certain way that told her this wasn't just a friendly visit.
"I have the Feinstein and Eisenburgh presentations on Monday," Elizabeth replied deliberately as she indicated her laptop and files scattered across her desk.
The other woman stepped closer. "You know how much I truly appreciate your dedication and attention to detail, but I have a problem that only you can help me with."
Elizabeth watched with amused eyes as her boss turned, closed the blinds and locked the door. "Oh, I'm sure I'm not the only one who can help you," she bantered, huskiness suddenly in her voice.
"That's true, but you are the only one I want to help with my special problem," Pricilla bantered back moving the laptop and files off the desk.
Elizabeth smiled. They played this game often. She pushed her chair back and watched as the other woman sat on top of the desk and scooted herself back until she was able to put her feet on the edge—her red fuck me pumps still on and her panties nowhere in sight.
"What appears to be the problem?" Elizabeth asked with a knowing grin.
Pricilla opened her legs wider and Elizabeth stared at her pretty snatch. "My sad, lonely cunt misses you."
Elizabeth was turned on by the sight of this powerful woman sitting on her desk with her pussy glistening, demanding special attention. She smiled as she rolled her chair closer and began kissing the inside of her thighs. She spread Pricilla's swollen lips and attacked her cunt with a hunger that surprised even her. Her eager mouth covered her lover's slick hole as she rotated between nibbles and licks and plunging her agile tongue as deep as she could. Elizabeth ate her boss's pussy from top to bottom loving the way she purred and moaned and whimpered and pumped her needy cunt into her face begging for more.
She and Pricilla had enjoyed a secret relationship for the past six months. Elizabeth fucked Pricilla when Pricilla was horny, and Pricilla provided Elizabeth with some of the most influential clientele in the Bay area. Pricilla was the one who decided when and where they hooked up, which sometimes took place in Elizabeth's office, like now. Elizabeth didn't care, she liked eating Pricilla's pussy almost as much as she liked getting those leads. It was a good arrangement.
Elizabeth moaned, shoving three fingers deep into Pricilla's drooling pussy and stroking her with deliberate skill. She knew exactly how her boss liked to be fucked and she gave her what she wanted.
Pricilla tried to contain her moans as she gyrated on her lover's tantalizing fingers, but lost the battle a second later when Elizabeth went to work on her aching clit, sucking and nibbling on the throbbing nugget with great delight. Her entire body trembled and she tangled her hands in Elizabeth's hair urging her on.
The two women were totally absorbed in their pleasure. So much so, that neither were aware that they were no longer alone in the office.
It didn't take long to get Pricilla off—it usually didn't. Pricilla liked these rushed fuck sessions, and she seemed to only seek Elizabeth out when she was primed and in desperate need of a fix.
Minutes later, they adjusted their clothing and patted their hair back in place—looking prim as preachers' wives. Well, Elizabeth could pass for one, but no such claim could be said of the other woman.
Pricilla kissed her secret lover one last time and left her as she found her. Elizabeth went back to work surrounded by her laptop and files. She worked on her presentation for quite a while before finally deciding she had done enough—she was as ready as she could be. She packed up her laptop, grabbed her purse and headed for the stairwell.
Standing on the top step, she dug in her bag for her keys, when a sudden noise from the landing above startled her. She looked up reflexively, lost her balance and went tumbling down the steep stone stairs with an ear-piercing terrified scream.
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*****WEEKS LATER*****
"Yes?" The red door was opened by an older woman wearing a black and white servant's uniform.
"Hello, I'm John Staci," a tall, quite handsome man introduced in his most charming voice as he offered his hand in greeting.
Although the housekeeper didn't shake his hand, she couldn't help returning his infectious smile. "You are the nurse sent from the Walsingham Agency?" she asked clearly surprised.
John's hand dropped back to his side. "Yes, ma'am I am."
"Can I please see your identification?" she asked boldly.
"Sure thing." John was not offended, was actually glad that she had the good sense to verify his identity. He handed her his driver's license, his work ID, and the agency's paperwork assigning him to Elizabeth Branston for in-house intensive care for a period of three weeks.
John stood patiently as the lady eyed him up and down, checked every piece of identification, and carefully read the paperwork. When she finished, she looked up at him and offered him her hand. "I'm Mrs. Anderson, the housekeeper. You're late." She waved him inside and escorted him to a small parlor accented in soft hues of pink, brown and blue. "I'll inform Ms. Branston of your arrival."
John stood near the door where she had left him. The housekeeper hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes when he looked out into the hall and saw her storming down the stairs mumbling angrily to herself. She didn't even look his way as she jerked open the front door and walked out, the door slamming shut behind her.
He looked at the door for a stunned few seconds before his gaze swung back up the stairs and towards the sound of breaking glass. Without a second thought, John took the curved stairs two at a time. When he got to the upper floor he turned left and followed the sound of more shattering glass.
Elizabeth Branston was in the process of hurling a small crystal vase. She paused in surprise. "Who the hell are you?!" she demanded, aiming the missile at the intruder as she tried to balance herself.
"Whoa." John threw up his hands in a feigned gesture of surrender. "I'm John Staci," he stated, eyeing her pink nightgown and the casts on each of her legs. They were both pink and covered her foot and up to just below her knees; her cute little toes were painted a pale glossy pink. She looked absolutely delicious.
