Mya and I walked down the hallway back to the party in the restaurant arm in arm, not so much out of affection but because my legs were numb from blowing such a huge load in her mouth. I could barely walk. The whole scene sent my mind spinning -- Mya had just sabotaged my relationship, nearly sabotaged my career, and then nearly swallowed my dick. I like crazy shit, but this was pushing it.
As we entered the party Mya drifted away from me and went to approach a circle of people. I couldn't imagine she didn't reek of sex, but that wasn't my problem. My problem was that as toxic of a crazy bitch that Mya was, I couldn't get enough. Never mind that she was my boss, a solid 20 years older than me, manipulative and most likely psychotic, she had a magnetism that I wasn't going to fight. Sure, it might fuck over my future, but what the hell. I decided to make it my mission to get into her bed that night.
I somehow managed to choke down the plated dinner and a few more drinks, shoot the shit with a few more colleagues, all the while keeping an eye on Mya. She wasn't going to leave without me. I had a strange feeling she was doing the same, although she gave no outward cues. I thought of her pussy dripping after she sucked me off in the utility closet but had to bring myself back for fear of getting an erection in the middle of dinner.
Finally, the party started to dwindle down and I saw Mya leave the restaurant, alone, fortunately. I grabbed my coat and slipped out the side door, hoping to "run" right into her on the street. I opened the door and saw her slender figure just ahead of me, silhouetted by the street lights.
I walked up behind her and put my arm around her shoulder.
"So," I said casually, "where are we going?"
Mya snorted and picked up her pace. I walked faster to match her.
"Come on, Mya, you don't have to play hard to get anymore. Let's just go back to your place, or my place. Or the office. Shit, I don't care, I just want you." I got closer to her ear. "I need you."
She stopped in her tracks and stared at me. "You need me? You are a little fucked up, sex addicted piece of shit. What you need, baby boy, is therapy. And lots of it."
"Maybe I do, Mya, but I'm obviously not the only one. Look, I know nothing will come out of this, except maybe losing my internship, getting kicked out of law school, ruining my life, et cetera, but I want to fuck you so bad, properly, that I'm willing to risk all that -- my whole life -- just for one night with you. Ok? That's it. One night. Let me do all the things you fantasize about having done to you. I know your style, I can read you like a book."
Even in the dark, I saw Mya raise an eyebrow and grin ever so slightly. "All those things I fantasize about, huh? What are you, a mind reader? God, Cory, you are so fucking cocky."
"What do you have to lose? If I can't give what you want, you can fire me and never have to see me again."
Mya thought about it. "Those are pretty high stakes for you. What's in it for you? Aside from the best pussy you've ever had."
I held my tongue -- it was to my advantage to let her think that.
"Money, Mya, I need money. And maybe some of that blow you keep around."
"Wow Cory," Mya said with a laugh of disbelief, "you truly are a whore. And a coke whore at that! Ha!"
I do really need the money. I'm in fucking law school. But I also kind of like the demeaning aspect of being paid for sex. It creates kind of a power play, and also justifies (if it needed justification) me fucking someone 20 years older than me.
"Five thousand dollars and an eight ball of cocaine, Mya, and I will rock you all night long."
She shook her head and laughed again. Then she hooked her arm around mine and started walking.
Fortunately Mya's condo was just a few blocks away. She beeped us into a swanky lobby with muzak playing even though it was close to midnight. Nobody was around. We walked, still arm in arm, into the elevator. She beeped her key again pushed the button for the 24th and top floor.
"Penthouse?" I asked.
"Mmhmm," was Mya's response. She seemed to be deep in thought. I could feel my ears pop as we shot up into the sky, along with my adrenaline.
The elevator opened up into an immaculate condo with floor to ceiling windows, a panorama view of the downtown skyline and a wrap around balcony. The lights were on but dimmed, as if she was planning to come home with someone to fuck. The idea didn't surprise me.
Her house was almost exactly like I had imagined -- the house of a wealthy bachelorette with expensive and modern taste. The space was almost one giant room save a heavy looking door at the far end of the room. The kitchen and living room were one big room, with floors of a slate grey tile and sparkling countertops of a black smooth stone. The soft white leather couches begged me to bend Mya over them and fuck her.