The Greatest Liar, Date With The Devil

“Alexia brings special joy to every occasion.”
JC left to blather about real estate with the client’s underlings, leaving me alone with our host, who pointed me to a couch in a quiet corner. When I sat, I felt a small hand probing my pussy through the gossamer fabric of my Dolce & Gabbana gown. He smiled and stared, like a wolf eyeing prey.
“Am I in your way?”
“Depends, are you the guy from the NDA?”
“Smart girl.”
“Then help yourself.”
He stroked my labia, his childlike fingers traced the curves of my ass cheeks, circled my waist, grazed the bodice of my dress, he sniffed my neck, stroked his fingers through my hair. The circle of business guys ignored him, but their dates glared at us, eyes flashing envy.
“Don’t worry about them, they’re all on the payroll.”
“Me too?”
“Unless you’re fired.”
We both laughed, but his steely gaze showed he meant it. He handed me a room key for a penthouse suite, and I picked at five courses of dinner, exchanging furtive glances with my beady-eyed host, bracing myself for my moment in the boardroom. He and I were the only ones who joined the many jubilant toasts with Pellegrino instead of the free flowing wine that enlivened the party.

My Turn As Apprentice

The suite was nearly as large as my mom’s boyfriend’s Bel Air mansion, but garishly decorated with faux Roman statuary and mosaics. I showered, douched, and moisturized, retrieved a shimmering silk teddy from the bottom of my purse, and toured the suite, seven interconnected rooms. When I heard the door I retraced my steps to the bedroom and posed for my host. He entered without knocking and summoned me. He kissed me, forced his tongue into my mouth, I yielded. His mouth smelled of Tic-Tac mints. He breathed the air near my neck.
“Excellent hygiene.”
“Got to make a good first impression.”
“Passed the first test, very good. Like the room?”
“I dropped breadcrumbs to find my way around this place.”
“Good move. Show me more.”
I crawled across the bed, slid to the floor, and knelt at his feet.