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Arriving at the bar, I glance at my watch, 4:45, 15 minutes early. I take a seat at the bar and order a scotch. I glance at my phone, 4:46. My drink arrives and I take a sip. Shit! I think to myself. I am sitting here for a business meeting and know nothing about the company or the executives. I google Global Fitness. 5 minutes later I learn Global Fitness is a chain in over 50 cities in the Midwest and continually growing by 3 cities a year. A former college football player, DeSean Jenkins, owns over 30 locations. I google DeSean Jenkins. 30 years old, former college football player, career ending injury as a senior could have gone pro. While rehabbing his knee injury became a spokesman for a west coast health club. Turned that money into his first Global Fitness franchise. Over the last 5 years has opened 33 with plans for his largest to open in the suburbs of Detroit soon. He has done quite well for himself I think quietly. Personal life, never married, string of LA hotties for girlfriends, currently single. Currently living in his home town of Detroit. My phone beeps,
"Hey, running late will be there soon."
I type back,"How long?'
"haha...kinda personal don't you think, You want to know how long soft or hard?"
"How Late!"
"Oh 15 minutes Emoji"
"Fine" I answer.
I order another drink and keep researching. Soon a pic of DeSean and a movie star, leads to pics of him as a spokesperson, then what turns into pic after pic of him shirtless. He certainly likes to show off his body, not that he doesn't have a lot to show off. I still can't believe how chiseled he is. I switch back to the text conversation and scroll back to the pic he sent me. Kind of does make me wonder how long he really is. Unwittingly my finger reaches out to the screen on my phone and rub it along the length of the penis covered by underwear. I turn my phone over and gulp down the rest of my drink.
"Slow down you don't want to get drunk for our meeting." I hear from behind me.
I turn and he is wearing a grey suit and looking very much the part of a business man, and the suit fits him perfectly. u*********sly I look him up and down. He notices.
"I don't wear sweats all the time."
"So what did you want to talk about" I ask.
DeSean pulls out a chair and sits down. He signals the bartender for two more drinks.
"Like I said on the phone. I might be interested in switching marketing firms and you coincidentally enough work at a very respected firm. But first if you are going to be working for me I want to get to know you. Beyond what I read online and a couple other contacts. I mean I know your married and have two k**s, a career, a house in the suburbs. Bryan is your first and only marriage which makes you the ideal suburban house wife. How long have you guys been married? Twenty years or so? Everything must be perfect at home for you to make your marriage last that many years."
"Not that it is any of your business, but yes everything is fine at home." I answer back.
"Ok, I was just wondering because of the way you were looking at my picture on the phone when I came in."
"What are you talking about?" and I quickly realize he must have been standing behind me when I was drooling over his picture. I am flush with embarrassment and take a long sip of my drink.
"Don't be embarrassed, I assume you were doing research, although if I had a pic of you topless I would be staring at it all day." He said with a little laugh.
I try and make a witty comeback but all that comes out of my mouth is' "yeah, right."
"No seriously. You are a gorgeous woman. You got it going on!"
I finish my drink and another is in front me of me before I can say no. What will this be my second, no my third scotch and no dinner, starting to feel a buzz. I manage to steer the conversation back to business and we chat for an hour about his plans for the new health club he is going to build. During the conversation I realize he is a lot more than a pretty face and hot body. I have another drink so I gladly accept his offer for dinner so I can absorb some of the alcohol. We go to a booth in the corner and he sits very close to me. Almost to close but the alcohol is having an effect and loosening me up a bit. During dinner he talks about his life growing up in Detroit and his life after football. He has lots of funny stories and I find myself laughing a lot and enjoying his company. Somewhere during dinner we finish off a bottle of wine and I realize I need to go home.
"DeSean, thank you for a wonderful evening but I need to call a cab and head home. Think I have had a bit too much to drink."
"Me to, but before you go, let me take you down to my office. I want to show you the plans for the new club, so you have a better idea of what I am doing. You can call an uber from there. Much safer than a cab."
"What I am going to be working on? Does this mean you are going to hire our firm?"
"I was prepared to do that yesterday, when you were working out, I checked your firm out a while ago. Tonight was icing on the cake." He said with a smile.
"Ok then, lets go look at the plans."
I rise from the booth behind DeSean and am a little wobbly from all the alcohol. DeSean places and arm around my waist to steady me. I tell me I am ok, but he insists on leaving it there. Walk that way all the way to the elevator when he finally releases his hold on me as I lean against the back of the elevator. He looms close to me, his eyes never leaving my face.
"You truly are a beautiful woman Kathy. Your husband is a lucky man. If he is not treating you right, let me know. I will gladly take you off his hands" he says with a disarming smile.
"Thanks I will tell him you said that"
He is standing so close I can smell his lightly scented cologne. The elevator doors open at the level his club is on and again his arm encircles my waist. If I am not mistaken he is holding me a bit tighter than before. His arm around me and large hand dangerously close to my breast. I wonder what it would feel like if he moved it higher, I think to myself and quickly try and throw out the idea from my head. A quick swipe of his key card and we enter the now empty and dark club. He escorts me past the front desk and down a hall to what I presume is his office. I think to myself, why do I feel like I am being led down a dangerous path? Another flick of the key card and we enter a dark room with lights that come on when we enter. A table in the center is supporting a large model of what I presume is the new club. The plans are on my desk, and he guides me to the huge wooden desk. DeSean is standing behind me very close. He shifts a little to my left and and reaches over me to open the plans. His body pressing up against mine. His right hand moves from my waist to the small of my back. He starts talking about the plans, I half listen, preoccupied with his hand moving in small circles on my back. He leans closer to my ear and I feel his breath as he tells me more about the club. My breathing is quicken, just from being in his presence. He leans closer and presses into me harder pointing at something on the other side of the desk.
I glance straight ahead and realize there is a mirror on the wall behind his desk. Our reflections are quite the contrast. He is devilishly handsome, a good foot and a half taller than me, and body hulking behind me. He looks like he could crush me with no problem. Chocolate brown skin, dark eyes, contrast to my small body, light skin and blonde hair. I am almost in a trance as I realize he has stopped talking and forgotten about the plans and is staring back at me in the mirror. I watch as he lifts his left hand to the side of my head to brush my hair back and lowers his head to plant light kisses on my neck. His hands move to my hips and pull me back to his body. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back. His lips are so soft on my neck. His hands begin to move over my body, they slide up from my hips and move forward to my stomach. Higher they move until his hands cover my tits. All the while his lips cover my neck and jaw back to my neck. The woman in the mirror moans as lips find the spot on the back of my neck that makes me quiver. I bend my head and stare at the desk as more moans are heard coming from my lips.
One hand leaves my breast and I feel it trail down my arm and covers my hand, moving it back behind me, in between us. I feel it being places on a cock. Large, hard, long and thick. In voluntarily my hand begins squeezing and rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. I raise my head and look back into the mirror. I feel like I am watching another couple, I moan loudly again as a hand moves down my stomach pushes against my pussy and rubs my clit through my skirt. I watch as a black hand moves to the buttons on my blouse. One button then two, three. The hand slips beneath my blouse and under my bra to cup my breast, fingers find my nipple, another moan. Suddenly I am being turned around and lifted to sit on the desk. I feel large hands on my cheeks pulling my lips toward his. My lips part automatically and he crushes my mouth with his. My arms wrap around his neck holding this man to me. DeSean hands appear on my thighs and slide my skirt high as he presses my thighs apart. His hands slide around to my ass and he pulls me tight against him. I can feel his impossible hard cock pressing tightly against my pussy. I can feel myself pressing against him, humping him the only thing separating us are some thin layers of fabric.
He begins to push me down on the desk as I slide lower his lips trail down my body and his tongue begins to bathe my nipple, "Oh fuck that feels good", I hear myself say and my hands clasp the back of his head and pull him tighter to my tit. Teeth nibble at my sensitive nub and something between a moan and a scream comes from me as he bites hard. Laying back on his desk his head buried in my chest, my legs wrapped around his waist as he rubs his cock up and down my pussy. His lips descend lower down my body and hands grasp my thong and tear it from my body. He stands towering above me. A look of pure lust in his eyes ready to pounce on his prey.
Suddenly loudly next to my head in my purse my phone begins to ring. Snapping me from the sexually induced euphoria.
"FUCK!! What am I doing!!?? I can't do this, no no no no no no, I have to go!!!"
I spring up from the desk and dash for the door, out to the hall and run for the entrance to the club. Running to the elevator, all the while trying to straighten my clothes. Smooth my skirt down, button my blouse. The elevator opens and thankfully its empty inside. Entering I see my reflection in the shiny metal. My hair is a mess. I try to run my fingers through it. Doors open I sprint through the lobby out into the cool night air and practically run to my car. As soon as the car door closes, I finally have time to try and gather my thoughts. What have I done? The phone rings again.
"Hi Bryan, yes the meeting ran long, on my way home now." and I hang up.
"Hey, running late will be there soon."
I type back,"How long?'
"haha...kinda personal don't you think, You want to know how long soft or hard?"
"How Late!"
"Oh 15 minutes Emoji"
"Fine" I answer.
I order another drink and keep researching. Soon a pic of DeSean and a movie star, leads to pics of him as a spokesperson, then what turns into pic after pic of him shirtless. He certainly likes to show off his body, not that he doesn't have a lot to show off. I still can't believe how chiseled he is. I switch back to the text conversation and scroll back to the pic he sent me. Kind of does make me wonder how long he really is. Unwittingly my finger reaches out to the screen on my phone and rub it along the length of the penis covered by underwear. I turn my phone over and gulp down the rest of my drink.
"Slow down you don't want to get drunk for our meeting." I hear from behind me.
I turn and he is wearing a grey suit and looking very much the part of a business man, and the suit fits him perfectly. u*********sly I look him up and down. He notices.
"I don't wear sweats all the time."
"So what did you want to talk about" I ask.
DeSean pulls out a chair and sits down. He signals the bartender for two more drinks.
"Like I said on the phone. I might be interested in switching marketing firms and you coincidentally enough work at a very respected firm. But first if you are going to be working for me I want to get to know you. Beyond what I read online and a couple other contacts. I mean I know your married and have two k**s, a career, a house in the suburbs. Bryan is your first and only marriage which makes you the ideal suburban house wife. How long have you guys been married? Twenty years or so? Everything must be perfect at home for you to make your marriage last that many years."
"Not that it is any of your business, but yes everything is fine at home." I answer back.
"Ok, I was just wondering because of the way you were looking at my picture on the phone when I came in."
"What are you talking about?" and I quickly realize he must have been standing behind me when I was drooling over his picture. I am flush with embarrassment and take a long sip of my drink.
"Don't be embarrassed, I assume you were doing research, although if I had a pic of you topless I would be staring at it all day." He said with a little laugh.
I try and make a witty comeback but all that comes out of my mouth is' "yeah, right."
"No seriously. You are a gorgeous woman. You got it going on!"
I finish my drink and another is in front me of me before I can say no. What will this be my second, no my third scotch and no dinner, starting to feel a buzz. I manage to steer the conversation back to business and we chat for an hour about his plans for the new health club he is going to build. During the conversation I realize he is a lot more than a pretty face and hot body. I have another drink so I gladly accept his offer for dinner so I can absorb some of the alcohol. We go to a booth in the corner and he sits very close to me. Almost to close but the alcohol is having an effect and loosening me up a bit. During dinner he talks about his life growing up in Detroit and his life after football. He has lots of funny stories and I find myself laughing a lot and enjoying his company. Somewhere during dinner we finish off a bottle of wine and I realize I need to go home.
"DeSean, thank you for a wonderful evening but I need to call a cab and head home. Think I have had a bit too much to drink."
"Me to, but before you go, let me take you down to my office. I want to show you the plans for the new club, so you have a better idea of what I am doing. You can call an uber from there. Much safer than a cab."
"What I am going to be working on? Does this mean you are going to hire our firm?"
"I was prepared to do that yesterday, when you were working out, I checked your firm out a while ago. Tonight was icing on the cake." He said with a smile.
"Ok then, lets go look at the plans."
I rise from the booth behind DeSean and am a little wobbly from all the alcohol. DeSean places and arm around my waist to steady me. I tell me I am ok, but he insists on leaving it there. Walk that way all the way to the elevator when he finally releases his hold on me as I lean against the back of the elevator. He looms close to me, his eyes never leaving my face.
"You truly are a beautiful woman Kathy. Your husband is a lucky man. If he is not treating you right, let me know. I will gladly take you off his hands" he says with a disarming smile.
"Thanks I will tell him you said that"
He is standing so close I can smell his lightly scented cologne. The elevator doors open at the level his club is on and again his arm encircles my waist. If I am not mistaken he is holding me a bit tighter than before. His arm around me and large hand dangerously close to my breast. I wonder what it would feel like if he moved it higher, I think to myself and quickly try and throw out the idea from my head. A quick swipe of his key card and we enter the now empty and dark club. He escorts me past the front desk and down a hall to what I presume is his office. I think to myself, why do I feel like I am being led down a dangerous path? Another flick of the key card and we enter a dark room with lights that come on when we enter. A table in the center is supporting a large model of what I presume is the new club. The plans are on my desk, and he guides me to the huge wooden desk. DeSean is standing behind me very close. He shifts a little to my left and and reaches over me to open the plans. His body pressing up against mine. His right hand moves from my waist to the small of my back. He starts talking about the plans, I half listen, preoccupied with his hand moving in small circles on my back. He leans closer to my ear and I feel his breath as he tells me more about the club. My breathing is quicken, just from being in his presence. He leans closer and presses into me harder pointing at something on the other side of the desk.
I glance straight ahead and realize there is a mirror on the wall behind his desk. Our reflections are quite the contrast. He is devilishly handsome, a good foot and a half taller than me, and body hulking behind me. He looks like he could crush me with no problem. Chocolate brown skin, dark eyes, contrast to my small body, light skin and blonde hair. I am almost in a trance as I realize he has stopped talking and forgotten about the plans and is staring back at me in the mirror. I watch as he lifts his left hand to the side of my head to brush my hair back and lowers his head to plant light kisses on my neck. His hands move to my hips and pull me back to his body. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back. His lips are so soft on my neck. His hands begin to move over my body, they slide up from my hips and move forward to my stomach. Higher they move until his hands cover my tits. All the while his lips cover my neck and jaw back to my neck. The woman in the mirror moans as lips find the spot on the back of my neck that makes me quiver. I bend my head and stare at the desk as more moans are heard coming from my lips.
One hand leaves my breast and I feel it trail down my arm and covers my hand, moving it back behind me, in between us. I feel it being places on a cock. Large, hard, long and thick. In voluntarily my hand begins squeezing and rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. I raise my head and look back into the mirror. I feel like I am watching another couple, I moan loudly again as a hand moves down my stomach pushes against my pussy and rubs my clit through my skirt. I watch as a black hand moves to the buttons on my blouse. One button then two, three. The hand slips beneath my blouse and under my bra to cup my breast, fingers find my nipple, another moan. Suddenly I am being turned around and lifted to sit on the desk. I feel large hands on my cheeks pulling my lips toward his. My lips part automatically and he crushes my mouth with his. My arms wrap around his neck holding this man to me. DeSean hands appear on my thighs and slide my skirt high as he presses my thighs apart. His hands slide around to my ass and he pulls me tight against him. I can feel his impossible hard cock pressing tightly against my pussy. I can feel myself pressing against him, humping him the only thing separating us are some thin layers of fabric.
He begins to push me down on the desk as I slide lower his lips trail down my body and his tongue begins to bathe my nipple, "Oh fuck that feels good", I hear myself say and my hands clasp the back of his head and pull him tighter to my tit. Teeth nibble at my sensitive nub and something between a moan and a scream comes from me as he bites hard. Laying back on his desk his head buried in my chest, my legs wrapped around his waist as he rubs his cock up and down my pussy. His lips descend lower down my body and hands grasp my thong and tear it from my body. He stands towering above me. A look of pure lust in his eyes ready to pounce on his prey.
Suddenly loudly next to my head in my purse my phone begins to ring. Snapping me from the sexually induced euphoria.
"FUCK!! What am I doing!!?? I can't do this, no no no no no no, I have to go!!!"
I spring up from the desk and dash for the door, out to the hall and run for the entrance to the club. Running to the elevator, all the while trying to straighten my clothes. Smooth my skirt down, button my blouse. The elevator opens and thankfully its empty inside. Entering I see my reflection in the shiny metal. My hair is a mess. I try to run my fingers through it. Doors open I sprint through the lobby out into the cool night air and practically run to my car. As soon as the car door closes, I finally have time to try and gather my thoughts. What have I done? The phone rings again.
"Hi Bryan, yes the meeting ran long, on my way home now." and I hang up.
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