First signs of love

He stood beside the bar, distant from the beaming light of the Sky-Racks, all the while watching Angela.

Despite the disappointment of the night, he lingered, taking time to savor his vodka, appearing unbothered at the night's noise, but, intrigued as to why the epitome of femininity dared to stride into a wildcat's area, a place filled with drunken fellows. Except, she's here to dance on her hind legs and until dawn like a gazelle.

She could get drunk and groped too. At the realization, irritation jabs at him over the prospect of another male beside him, working mischievous things on her body.

She wore a knock-out, but that's not what enticed him to the ladies. Her lips were luscious. He imagined the sensation of getting a blow job from such. Ahh, such thoughts. The girl was becoming a distraction to his meeting with Thomas tonight. Where the heck was he, anyway?

Her breasts are voluptuous, flaunting in rhythm with her body's movement.

Okay, that's enough. He cautioned his third leg to process less. Imagine being spotted with an erection, and before all these people. At that moment, he also became appreciative of the dimmed lights and the table he was leaning on. Still, his length had a means of expressing its attraction. Just one problem?

He is distant from the sub-business he owned.

Yes, was it there? He would've requested the lady to be brought to his chambers. To have him spend the midnight dominating her.

She would have enjoyed it as well.

This is not about being their boss, but because acquaintances and the ladies considered him as their ideal lover.

No doubt, some have fantasized about him and most likely bedded his imagination more times than they could count.

But, where they fell for his handsome face, his reflection tells of his life journey and the effort he put into working hard to flourish in the business world.

Still, Tom's tendency to always show up late was becoming an annoying trend of his. Being his friend for ages, he knows he only rolls out at night, sitting next to a professional submissive. The ones whose um and ahh sounded most believing, even if it makes a man feel less fulfilled.

Asking him to wait in a non-sub and now having the girl in red attire frustrate his rod?

{Yep, I will deal with my associate tomorrow, if I don't have my way with the beauty tonight.}

He stroked his length, enjoying the prospect of convincing a none-sub to go home with him.

The lady appeared oblivious to the males ogling her, and her eyes spelled much worse. Whatever, had an inexperienced female come to test run the waters? This makes him feel further frustrated, wishing he could cane Tom at the very minute.

Of all places, this is where he selects to have them meet.

The people at the Rack were forming unnecessary decency, and some were even too busy playing the boss' role.

He snarled his annoyance at the fakes, contemplating shutting down the place. Well, not until the girl with the gladiator shoes wobbled on her heels toward the latrine quarters.

And so he followed.

Reading the notice on the panel, he sees the hallway is welcoming to both the gents and the females alike.

Whilst the ladies stared at him when he entered, the men paid less attention to his existence. A few steps further, he made out a discharging sound and the exhilaration speech following the end of a leak session.

What a naughty butterfly, easing out so dramatic,

{Oh baby, I could show you a better lifestyle. I could run my feathers along your torso, spank and only enter when you beg, } he mind-countered.

There wasn't much of a thing to do than to wait until she was out, he distracted his time, studying the long hallway of the sky-Rack convenience.

The place is up to my standard. He concluded.

While they lined the marble tiles to kiss the rooftop, soft music from the lounge echoed to add to his already beating heart.

He notes expecting an encounter with the red-hair has his nerves on the edge. Not enjoying feeling like a love-struck male, beside the boss who pays not less than a thousand workers, had the handsome CEO squinting his eyelids in utter disbelief of himself.

They often threw themselves at him, but it seemed like the tides had changed.

Bewildered, he reached for the nearest tap to rinse his palms. All a part of the charade he used to keep lingering in his chase.

{Just how long does it take one female to come out of a relief room?}

Yes, he was pressed, but were he to step into the gent, his newest interest would leave the convenience while he's relieving himself.

And so he stood rooted, washing his hands, waiting for an encounter.

What seemed like a lifetime afterward to him, the auburn beauty stepped out of the ladies, and tested to see if she could walk without stumbling on her knees.

When she staggered to a near slip, his heart had a skipping reaction, one rather new to him.

“You should discard the shoe if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Excuse me,” she had said. Now, while his ego felt less deserving of the two-lettered words, the way her eyes lit up to convey her instant attraction had him disappointed.

{This interest must be a product of the alcohol inducement. She has nothing special to offer, } he concluded.

But when she took a lick of those sumptuous lips, his pole aligned with his jaw to speak out its desires.

“Wait,” he asked even before he could make up a good logic for his request.

But, being an entrepreneur and the initiative of the largest communication business has its advantages. Like the ability to resolve dilemmas within a short frame. In this scenery, it also served. Upon getting to where Angela stood, he bent to undo her gladiator shoes. It wasn't a benefiting status. However, following his instincts, he laid claims first to her right ankles. She exhibited her shock, but what? The girl had appeared uncomfortable, after all.

Soon, immersed in the knight's role, and with one shoe discarded, Angela exhaled an unplanned seductive sound, further tormenting his experienced pole. His production machine hardened in width and grit, forcing him to look upward toward its source of discomfort.

“You know, it's inappropriate to start what you don't wish a stranger to do to your pussycat. They could end up stroking it to abandonment, and when they leave, you won't have a pet to spend the day sleeping on your porch.”

Of course, he stressed the last part, serving her a dish of the wild emotions emitting from his third leg.

Their eyes collided in a daring stare.

He took time to maneuver his fingers, greasing them at a sluggish pace, surprised to enjoy teasing the lady.

When he eased her last plight off her ankles, he restrained himself from playing chess.

“Aww” she moaned.

“Keep doing that, and I might pound into you right away,” he interrupted.

“You wouldn't do that in front of all these people. On second thought, would you?” she asked.

“Baby, it won't do you good to dare me.”

Hearing this, Angela sucked up air at his sexual innuendo. He likewise marveled. A CEO like himself had not only played chase, and in the middle of a convenience, but he was also promising a public display.

‘Indeed, today has been a first.’

The big male concluded.