Guys My Age (Part 4)

It was getting close to 11:30am and Violet finally ran out of steam, which was good, because Rachel's blunt was all smoked, and Violet's new practically perfect life was getting hard to listen to her complain about.

Violet leaves with a hug from her friend. She gets back in her car and pulls out some perfume. She sprays herself down to cover up the smell of pot and tobacco. Which work's for the most part. She starts the car and rolls down the window. She steals her nerves, plugs in the address to Wayz and pulls off to head into "work."

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She arrives in the parking lot of the building that houses Four Suits Productions. Nick's hoodie still smells of blunt and perfume, so she takes it off and leaves it in the passenger seat. Violet gets out of the car and walks inside.

Again she is greeted by Charlotte, who is pulling out a giant crystal from a box. She sets it down and walks over to her taking both her hands, "Hey Violet, it's lovely to see you again. Wow! Look at that red hair, you look great!" There was a motherly quality to the greeting, at least it reminds Violet of her mom. Her dress reaches up to her neck it was form fitting, but otherwise, modest, like the quality of a woman's dress from in a Jane Austin novel.

"Thank you, Charlotte, how are you?" Violet replies.

"I'm great, this has been way better than my last job." Charlotte says making small talk.

"What did you do before this?" Violet asks.

"I was a dancer at one of Philly's premier Gentlemen's Clubs. A really good one too." Charlotte says with a turn that makes her dress swirl. Violet could see her silhouette was a fine form. It was one she wishes she had, so she would look like more of an adult.

"You are certainly pretty enough for it." Violet offers as a sincere compliment.

"Thank you. Nick's just down the hall in the editing room, whenever you are ready?" Says Charlotte trying to get back to work.

"Yeah, what's with all the boxes and semi-precious stones?" Violet asks as she heads through the office.

"I'm not sure, Nick bought them yesterday, he said to decorate the office with them when they arrived, and well, here they are. Apparently there is a fountain coming as well."

Violet remembers the fountain in the display at the crystal shop they passed yesterday. "Did he...?"

"I'm sorry, what's that?" Charlotte asks to not be impolite. "Oh, nothing." Violet states.

They then make typical goodbye pleasantries, and Violet walks down the hall. She knocks on arrival. Steve opens the door, the look on his face is oddly unwelcoming, but opens it the rest of the way to let her through. She sees Nick's warm and welcoming smile and relaxes a bit. Steve excuses himself and walks out.

Nick reaches an arm out to her, "I like the red hair, you look beautiful." He pauses. The chemistry between them was still apparent.

His usual reserved excitement was written all over his face but where he really held back was the excitement in his voice. "Come here, check this out!" Violet takes his hand and he draws her in to him. Violet being excited to see him too, quickly falls into his lap.

Nick starts up a video. It's Violet, in the room, looking around, touching the glass to feel the decal conveying all of the wild colors. When they got to the point in the video where she watches herself orgasm from Nick's tongue, she leans in and pays extra close attention. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, like she had seen in other porn. It was just like she hoped she looked.

She remembers the feeling of Nick's head between her legs. The thought generated excitement in her again. She wants him to do it again, right now. Violet looks at him. He was staring at the monitor, like he wanted to do it all over again as well.

Violet leans in and kisses Nick, just as he turns to her. He kisses her back, meeting her lustful energy with his. Just as his hand begins to rise on her torso, towards her breasts, Steve walks in. The look on everyone's face was priceless. Steve is shocked, like Nick was feeling up his sister in front of their parents or something.

The two of them got up and left in a hurry from Steve's domain. Nick felt like a kid getting busted by his parents, the old man in him feels like a teenager again. As they giggle out of the room. Steve slams the door behind them.

"Hey, Violet?" Nick asks her out in the hall to get her attention, "Let's get out of the office?" She smiles at him. She had done her makeup with the little cats eyes on the sides again. He couldn't figure out why it's so attractive to him.

"'Where to?' She's asks, as she goes skipping down the hall.'" Her charms are irresistible. Nick begins skipping down the hall speeding past her with his longer strides.

While watching her 47 year old boss skip through the office, Charlotte yells out, "Nick! What the fuck are you doing?" All Violet heard was "Come on Dover! Move your bloomin arse!" Seeing her in that dress. The two of them continue skipping out the door, leaving Charlotte shaking her head at the absurdity of what she just witnessed.