We were sitting around the table drinking wine and laughing. I had already cleared dinner away and Thomas had opened a second bottle of wine.
Justine and Alex were on the opposite side of the kitchen table and Alex was telling us tales of his trip to Italy, dazzling us with his accent and explaining how American’s were far too uptight . “Prudish,” he said with a smile, “like too pure.” He looked at Justine for help.
“Uptight,” she grinned mischievously.
“Yes!” Alex slapped the table, “uptight! Too uptight.”
I didn’t know they had talked about it. He hadn’t talked about it with me. I walked into his office and knew immediately that he was up to something though, it was in his eyes, a devilish little twinkle, like he had a secret. And suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck his brains out.
“Katie, I’d like you to meet James.” Ethan nodded toward the man sitting on the small, leather couch in expensive suit. The dark-haired man nodded and then continued going over my outfit with his eyes.
“Nice to meet you, James.” I said.
He waited until I had finished his name before he met my gaze. “You too,” he gave Ethan a look that I didn’t understand. Was that approval? Appreciation?
“I was just telling James about our arrangement.” The tone of his voice sent a shiver of excitement through me. Ethan was not only my boss at the law firm; he was also my master, my first master.
Tara and I had been watching Bridgette Jones. It was girls night and we had been talking, laughing, and drinking our way through the whole movie. I was wasted even by my own standards and Tara was at least as far gone as I was when the movie ended.
“I fucking love that movie,” Tara set her wineglass down and laughed. “I mean, I’m not a huge fan of Hugh Grant, but I would fuck the shit out of Colin Firth.” Her eyes were swimming.
I clicked the remote and leaned back on the couch. Tara had come over to my place because she was at the bottom of her rope. She had lost her job as a hostess a few weeks before and she hadn’t been able to pick up another one. Of course, her boyfriend, one of the cooks at the restaurant before it closed, had also just broken up with her. And I seemed to be her only friend. Continue reading Sex Stories – Cam Girl→