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~Part 1~

 Maritza had officially given up. No amount of makeup, cleavage, and sultry staring was going to get her a man to desire her. Maritza resigned herself to the dismal fact that despite being twenty-eight years old, she had been cursed with a baby face that led strangers to believe that she was fourteen years old. Along with her petite figure and short height, she was no match against the tall, fit goddesses that worked at Pierson & Pierson.

Her heart clenched whenever she would overhear her male coworkers whispering about Aubrey or Paulina, women who looked like they belonged on a magazine cover, complete with long, flowing hair and a luscious body that teased and tempted. Maritza had recently lost a good chunk of weight and sadly that meant that her breasts were virtually gone and her hips were tiny. She had worked hard to gain her thinner figure after gaining fifty pounds thanks to the antidepressants that she had been on. Sadly, though, losing all that weight meant sacrificing her softness.

Maritza wasn’t sexy, desirable, hot or fuckable. She was cute. Adorable. Pretty. All words that made her feel like a little girl again, not at all like the sultry, sensual woman that was dying to connect with the right man. So she had stopped dressing up to gain attention from her handsome coworkers and started wearing simple clothes that she felt comfortable in since no one checked her out. While the other women wore tight-fitting blazers with a hint of delicious cleavage and pencil skirts that left the men drooling, Maritza wore cardigans and suit pants along with cute flats. There was no use in competing. She had officially given up.

These were her dismal thoughts as she blankly stared at the computer screen as the clock finally turned to noon. It was officially lunchtime and her coworkers sprung up from their chairs; some of them even whistled cheerily as they exited their offices in a mass exodus to the break room. Maritza didn’t feel like eating, though. So she took her copy of Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence and quickly made her way out of the office to the back of the building, where her favorite reading spot waited for her underneath a tree. The weather outside was perfect; it was a balmy day with the sun shining proudly among a sky blue ocean of perfection. No cloud was in sight and the wind was a gentle whisper against her face.

She felt happiest when she read, so when she sat down on the bench and opened up the thick book, she felt calm. Peace. Acceptance. The world of the written word was so much different than the physical world, especially with D.H. Lawrence’s sensuous, ethereal prose. The man was a genius, and every time she opened one of his works, she longed for a lover to make her feel the same way his words did. She longed to feel that lust, that carnal craving for the divine sensual and erotic that was missing in the physical plane.

When she heard the door behind her open, she didn’t think much of it. It was probably a coworker making a phone call, wanting some privacy. Or a coworker sneaking in a smoke. When she heard the shoes clicking against the pavement, though, she immediately knew that it was someone different. She could just sense it. She continued to read her book, though, even as the person slowly approached her on the bench. When she finally gave in to curiosity and looked up from her book, her gaze set on a beautiful man with coal-black slicked hair and pale skin that was wearing a gorgeous charcoal grey fitted three-piece suit. He looked flustered and overwhelmed, and his beautiful aquamarine eyes shimmered with a coalescing sadness that Maritza found all too familiar. When he finally rested his troubled gaze on her, his eyes widened momentarily as he unapologetically stared at her.

That look. The look that Aubrey and Paulina receive from her male colleagues. Maritza felt her pale skin flush and she quickly returned her attention to the book, until the sharp clicks of his leather shoes against the pavement forced her to bite down on her lower lip in consternation.

“May I sit next to you?”

Maritza felt herself stiffen and felt her soft nipples tighten upon hearing his sensual, deep voice that had the hint of an accent. It sounded like Italian. Please let this man be cruel and mean, Maritza thought to herself as he quietly sat down next to her on the bench. Let him be a pompous asshole that is condescending and rude to me so that I may not have an exorbitant amount of inappropriate lust toward him. 

“Of course,” she said as her voice cracked.

She scooted over on the bench a few inches and tried not to stare at him as he exhaled a shaky sigh and ran a nervous hand through his perfectly styled hair. His aura was a gentle, altruistic one, nothing at all like her boss, Kenneth O’Connor, who was domineering and bordering on the cusp of sociopathic. The way he leered at the women in the office and dutifully watched them when they weren’t looking was enough to make Maritza consider wearing long skirts that skimmed her ankles and blouses that buttoned at the neck. Even though Kenneth was extremely handsome on the outside, his selfishness and pride soured his illusion of beauty until it became almost unrecognizable.

“Thank you,” he softly whispered. “I thought no one came back here anymore. I used to be the only one that would sit here and read by myself when I worked here.”

Maritza smiled. “You like to read?”

“I love to. It’s my favorite thing to do. Lawrence is one of my favorites. Have you read Sons and Lovers yet? That one is my favorite.”

Maritza felt as if she were hallucinating. Was this beautiful man really speaking to her about one of her most adored writers? It was just too good to be true. But the moment was broken when he winced and glanced at his elegant, expensive-looking watch.

“Always busy,” he muttered. “What is your name, by the way?”

Maritza avoided his gaze as she said, “Maritza. And yours, sir?”

“I love that name. I am Aiden. It’s nice to meet you, Maritza. I must get going. Kenneth is waiting for me.”

Perhaps Aiden was a new business partner of Kenneth’s. That would make sense given Aiden’s exquisite looking suit and love of the written word. She tried her best to return to reading after he left, but his lingering aura haunted her senses, teasing her neglected sensual, erotic side that was yearning to come out to pleasure the right man. Could that man be Aiden?

What makes you think that you have a chance with him? She asked herself snidely as she warily closed the book shut and stood up. Surely he must have a wife or even a plethora of girlfriends. It wouldn’t be a surprise, really. The man was lovely in every way, both on the outside and the inside. That was a rarity in this superficial, extroverted world. Which most likely meant that he was unavailable.

Once the half-hour passed by, Maritza reluctantly returned to her small yet quaint office. Working as a paralegal was extremely arduous work but it was a job that she thoroughly enjoyed. Even though the workload was taxing and she often had to work overtime, she was helping people and that meant the world to her.

To her complete surprise (and the rest of her colleagues), Kenneth had an announcement to make. To which (not surprisingly at all) forced everyone to smile in a very suspiciously forced manner. He managed to corral all fifty employees near the secretarial desk and make his announcement, demanding everyone’s attention. Maritza tried her best to ignore the way he was glancing at the sexy, foxy women from the office that all the men coveted, but she couldn’t deny that it bothered her, the way they were so effortlessly attractive without even trying.

“I don’t mean to intrude on everyone’s time, but I just wanted to share the fact that we won the best law firm award in the region for the second time in a row.”

Everyone around her hooted, whistled, and clapped. She couldn’t deny that their happiness was infectious and she wound up smiling and clapping as well. They all worked hard there, including Ken, and even though she had her issues with him, she had to admit that he was an arduous worker that went above and beyond for both his clients and employees.

“Instead of verbally showing my appreciation, I made sure that all of you start receiving a raise today. I sincerely mean it when I say I am extremely thankful.”

Wow, Maritza found herself thinking out loud. I can’t believe he did that. Maybe he wasn’t as evil as she thought he was. She couldn’t help but grin when she saw him glance at her for a brief second before he continued speaking once everyone settled down with their sporadic wave of euphoria.

“I would also like to take this opportunity to share the news that I have finally brought my son to the team. He has worked on some of the biggest cases in the West Coast and I’m proud to announce that he will be joining my talented team.”

Maritza found herself in catatonic shock as she stared at the beautiful man from earlier walk rather slowly to the front of the room alongside his father. For a moment, she couldn’t understand how they could be related since Ken was so...extroverted while Aiden was clearly more introverted and reserved. She felt his initial shyness and insecurity dissipate once he took a deep breath and began to talk.

“I’m not a big fan of hearing myself talk like my old man,” he sheepishly said, which elicited a laugh from everyone. “But I just wanted to say congratulations on winning that award and I am excited to be part of your team.”

The boss’s son? She wasn’t sure whether she should be exalted by the idea of making out with him or terrified by that scintillating, sensual image. She imagined herself on his desk with her toned, firm legs on his shoulders as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her and that mere image almost forced her to whimper out loud. I need to get laid, she thought to herself as she quickly walked back to her desk, away from the crowd. Once she sat down on her chair and she managed to slow down her racing thoughts, she found herself wistfully fantasizing about Aiden and all the ways that she could devote herself to him and pleasure him…

“Hi, Maritza.”

His voice forced her erotic images to come to a screeching halt. Her heart was racing and her entire body felt frozen in place as she slowly turned around and faced him. She didn’t have to look down to her chest to know that her taut nipples were showing through the sheer fabric of her blouse and lacy bra, but it was a fact that she wasn’t ashamed of; instead, she found herself feeling confident and daring when his gaze quickly descended to her aroused breasts for a brief moment.

“Hi, Aiden.” She smiled at him exuberantly and waved enthusiastically. “Congratulations on joining our team. Are you excited to work with your father?”

Her chest clenched as a tiny laugh escaped him and he grinned in amusement. God, he was so delicious. She wanted to pin him against the wall and allow him to do whatever he desired. Hopefully, he enjoyed a long, passionate, sloppy blow job while she finger fucked herself so hard until she squirted all over the floor…

“It’s...going to be interesting,” he finally said. “I love my old man. I really do. We clash sometimes but that’s okay. We do things differently and sometimes he can be a little controlling. But he’s getting better with that. He’s really helped me immensely with this whole divorce mess.”

Maritza’s ears perked up upon hearing the word divorce. “Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

He sighed and shook his head. “It’s alright. It wasn’t meant to be.” He forced a smile and Maritza fought back tears as she struggled to separate herself from his emotions. As an empath, that was an impossible feat at times, especially when she connected with someone. She couldn’t deny the palpable, visceral connection that she felt with Aiden and he seemed enthralled by her, too, something which was becoming quickly more apparent as they both stared at each other for a few fleeting moments.

“Thank you. It’s for the best, though.” He cleared his throat and shook his head again. “I apologize. I usually don’t blabber my troubles to strangers like that.”

“You can always confide in me.” Maritza smiled. “I don’t judge. I promise.”

Aiden wistfully sighed and glanced her over again with his penetrating, mesmerizing emerald eyes. “You are so sweet. I’m so tired of mean, selfish people in my life. Your husband is one lucky man.”

“I’m not married, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend, then.”

She laughed. “No significant other. No boyfriend or girlfriend. I guess I’m focusing on myself right now. I’ve never really done that.”

Aiden quickly glanced behind him as they both heard the barrage of incoming, excited voices. “You’re bisexual, then?”

“100 percent.”

Her nipples tightened even more as he licked his bottom lip and pulled out his wallet. “We’re not supposed to have any females with us but they can screw off. I got invited by some of your coworkers to go to the gentlemen’s club. I didn’t really want to go, but if you go, then that would make my night a million times better.”

Mariza’s heart felt like it was going to explode in her tiny chest as she accepted Aiden’s business card. The eggshell white card contained his full name, phone number, and email address. She had been to a strip club once in Vegas with some of her girlfriends and it had been so much fun. She wondered how different it would be going with males instead of females?

“Think about it and let me know.” He winked at her and smiled. “Thanks for brightening my day, Maritza.”

*

Maritza’s adrenaline was on overdrive as she patiently waited for him to arrive at her apartment. She was wearing a classy yet sexy outfit that she had reserved for an outing to the sex club, something which wasn’t going to happen for a very long time, given her lack of self-confidence. Now that she was living the sober life, it meant a thinner figure but way more anxiety when it came to her intimate life, which was completely non-existent now. Despite her apprehension, she had curled the ends of her hair, donned her sleek, black dress, black wedge heels, and chunky rhinestone necklace. Along with her smoky black eye shadow and ruby red lips, she looked like a completely different person. Especially with the absence of her black, thick-framed glasses.

When she saw the black BMW sidle up to her, she gulped and willed herself to stand up and hold her head up high. She saw his handsome, sexy face behind the front window and a yelp escaped her. He looked amazing in a charcoal grey suit and his hair was slicked back, which gave him a more casual look. He still looked absolutely decadent. To her complete surprise, Aiden quickly got out of the car and walked over to her side, making sure to open the passenger door for her.

“Hello,” Maritza shyly said as she approached him. “You look amazing.”

“Not as amazing as you.” He stared at her face for a good five seconds without blinking. “You look like a classic vintage star. No joke.”

Maritza’s lightly tan cheeks reddened in color immediately but she couldn’t deny the contagious grin from growing on her face. “Thank you, love. You are too sweet to me.”

“I’m an honest man.” He winked at her. “Shall we go?”

Maritza’s desire for Aiden only grew exponentially as they drove in comfortable silence to the gentlemen’s club. She longed to extend her right hand to his firm thigh and savor his masculine, addicting energy. Just the thought of her head bobbing up and down in between his legs forced her clit to pulsate incessantly in a mixture of pain and desire. She just knew that he tasted so divine and clean and she only prayed that he was a vocal lover since she loved hearing a man moan and talk to her while they fucked. Perhaps she didn’t need any liquor after all.

When they got to the gentlemen’s club, though, Maritza couldn’t help but notice that his demeanor quickly changed from flirty and relaxed to taut and alert. The moment he parked the car and turned off the car, he cursed and shook his head.

“I just knew that he would be here,” he whispered lowly. “Goddamn it.”

“Is everything okay?”

Aiden’s concerned expression relaxed once he turned to her. “Not really, baby doll.” He winced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you that.”

“You can call me whatever you want, sir.”

Maritza swore that she saw lust dance in his emerald eyes before it quickly disappeared. “Thank you, my sweet. I just don’t feel like being around my dad right now. He’s a great guy, but when it comes to women, he tends to be a little...infuriating, to say the least.”

Oh. Maritza was rendered speechless as she slowly realized that her boss was here. She stared down at her classy yet sexy outfit and a shiver overcame her at the thought of presenting herself in such attire to her superior. Thankfully, Aiden stretched his right arm out to place his hand on her shaky knee.

"We don't have to go in if you don't want to," he gently said. "Just...please, try not to pay attention to what he says or does. I know it may sound hard to believe, but my dad wasn't always like this. Before my mom...left him without notice, he was so respectful and courteous to all women. She really hurt him. He hasn't talked about it, obviously. It doesn't excuse his actions, but yeah." He sighed and shook his head. "I apologize in advance."

Maritza quickly kissed him gently on the cheek. "Please don't apologize. You have nothing to say sorry for."

"Thank you, Mimi."

She gasped as he lightly caressed her face. Maritza closed her eyes and inhaled his heavenly, masculine scent. God, he was so fucking sexy. She just wanted to straddle him and ride him until her little cunt squeezed all the cum from his cock while they gazed into each other's eyes.

"Fuck the strip club," he tautly whispered. "I'd rather stay in here with you. You're so fucking sexy, Mimi."

Am I, though? She thought back to all the times she would try to flirt with the handsome men at the clubs and even at work only to be denied or dismissed. Maybe she was just an easy lay for Aiden and his words were just said to placate her needy, little mind. He must have sensed her abrupt shift in mood because he slowly framed her face and turned her toward him.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Maritza smiled and shook her head. "Not at all, love. Let's go inside. I want to see a sexy girl dancing on you."

"Only if I can see one dancing on you, too."

Maritza giggled in excitement and eagerly walked to the club. It had been a few years since she last been in a strip club so she had forgotten how sexy the atmosphere was inside; even though the hip-hop music was loud, it wasn't overwhelming, and seeing all the beautiful, scantily clad women walking around in sky-high heels forced her nipples to harden and her womb to throb. Her gaze immediately fell on a short, thin but beautiful woman with a white midriff collared blouse, a schoolgirl skirt, knee-high white socks, and black chunky dress shoes. Maritza could fall herself falling in love already. To her complete shock, the sexy, cute dancer with blonde hair in pigtails met her gaze and grinned in approval as they both checked each other out.

"Hello there, beautiful," the sexy petite dancer purred as she gracefully walked over to Maritza's side. "I have to be honest and say that I am quite jealous of your very lucky husband. I hope he doesn't mind if I give you a dance?"

"Not at all," Aiden quickly said. "There's nothing sexier than seeing two beautiful women together. Nothing."

"Mm. Indeed." The sexy dancer gently lifted Maritza's left wrist to kiss the back of her hand. "Charmed to meet the both of you. I'm Alexxa. The two of you make a beautiful couple. I had to claim the both of you before I got beat to it."

"There he is!""

Maritza's entire body froze upon hearing the unmistaken voice of her boss, Kenneth. When she turned around to face him, she was surprised to see him looking so handsome in a three-piece navy suit that accentuated his ocean blue eyes. They look so similar, she thought to herself as she gazed at the both of them. After they embraced each other, Maritza found herself smirking and covering her laugh with a fake cough as Kenneth intently stared at her with intrigue and genuine interest.

"Dad." Aiden rolled his eyes. "It's rude to ogle your employees."

"Employee?" Ken's eyes widened. "Is that really you, Maritza?"

Maritza was about to say something when she felt Alexxa pull her by the wrist toward the staircase. "Come on, boo. I got some friends I want to introduce you to."

I hope it's no one that I know, Maritza thought to herself as she excused herself from Aiden and Kenneth and followed the tiny but sexy woman up the stairs to the VIP area of the club. Once she heard the cacophony of male laughter in the corner of the lounge area, she knew exactly where she was headed to.

"Oh, look, a fellow compatriot!"

"Of the female variety!"

There were only five of them but their energy was so infectious and positive that Maritza couldn't help but smile and wave at everyone despite her initial shyness. She was happy to hear their approval and she definitely did not miss the way they checked her out from head to foot, admiring her feminine figure. They were all wearing suits, too, and Maritza felt herself blushing profusely at the thought of all of them intently watching her as she worshiped Aiden...

"You look like my favorite porn star," one of them said out loud. "I call her my wifey."

The four other guys quickly turned to him and castigated him with a stern expression of disapproval. "Manners, Romeo."

"And who may that be?" Maritza quickly quipped back as she sat down on the long, plush couch. "Maybe I love her, too."

The other four guys seemed a little stunned and one of them even blushed, an act which Maritza found endearing. All men are little boys in grown-up bodies, she always thought to herself. There were many times that she still felt like a little girl, too, a fact that she embraced and kept close to her heart. As the deejay introduced the next dancer on stage, Alexxa quickly kissed Maritza's right cheek and caressed her right breast without warning. Maritza whimpered and felt her cunt flood in complete arousal as Alexxa's sensual, soft lips grazed her right earlobe.

"I'll be right back, sexy. I can't wait to touch you all over and grind on you."

Maritza thought she was going to pass out. There were way too many stimuli going on at the same time; having the attention of a handsome, elegant man didn't happen every day so having it happen at the same time that this beautiful dancer was flirting with her felt so surreal to her. Her womb clenched at the thought of having Alexxa's sexy, fit body rubbing against her in front of the boys and she was rendered speechless for a few moments as they all stared at Alexxa graciously step on the stage. Their attention quickly diverted to Maritza, who was still starry-eyed and in slight shock.

"Damn, I'm hard."

"Does someone have duct tape? We need to shut him up."

"It's okay," Maritza quietly said. "He's not being disrespectful."

"What did I miss?"

Aiden's voice ground her back to reality. She felt like kissing him when he sat down next to her and he lightly wrapped his left arm around her in a rather protective gesture. With Ken sitting down across from them, she couldn't deny the fact that she was immensely turned on and that she had to do something about it. So she did. She swiftly took off her dress in one seamless move and let the black, thin fabric descend to the marble floor. She was so tired of the quiet, repressed Maritza that lived vicariously through her fantasies and dreams. She had this opportunity to have a night of sensual fun and she was going to enjoy every second of it. By the genuine arousal that glimmered on all the male's faces for a brief moment, she knew that they were highly approving of what they saw before them.

"She deserves a promotion," a male colleague said out loud. "Ken?"

Maritza glanced over at her handsome boss and shook her head when she met his intrigued expression. "Nah. I like to separate my business from my pleasure. Always."

"Ooh. Sexy answer," one of her other coworkers said.

Maritza could still feel Ken's heady gaze on her and she decided to walk over to the railing to watch Alexxa work the pole like a nimble gymnast. I can't believe she finds me attractive, Maritza thought to herself as she watched Alexxa's sexy, toned body twirl around the pole.

"I'm sorry if they're making you uncomfortable," Aiden's sexy, husky voice whispered into her ear. "We can leave if you want to."

Maritza turned her attention to Aiden and gazed deeply into his eyes as she lightly rubbed him through his slacks. He gasped and moaned when she grazed her palm against the thick, bulbous head, which forced her to hum in approval and excitement. He was so sensitive and his cock was so big; she only hoped that he could come a few times in succession because she wanted to drain him of all the sweet, delicious cum that was in his balls.

"I'm having so much fun, though," she said in a possessed tone. "I never do stuff like this. I'm tired of living my life in fear."

His bottom lip trembled before he said, "You are too sexy, Maritza. Perhaps I am dreaming and none of this is really happening."

She ran her hand through her long strands and positioned herself in front of him so that her tight, perky ass was rubbing his crotch. "We should have gone to the sex club instead."

He was silent for a moment as she swiveled her hips against him, gasping when he pressed himself a little more firmly against her, forcing her to lean against the railing. She felt his large, protective hands wander down her body, which forced a whimper of surrender from her. His cock was rubbing against her ass and he was gently tweaking her nipples through the lacy bra, which was driving her absolutely insane. When he brought his mouth to her right ear and exhaled, she actually moaned his name out loud.

"You know what I love about you?" he whispered into her ear.

"What is it, sir?"

He surprised her completely when he slipped his right hand underneath the elastic waistband of her panties. When she felt his middle finger run through her soaked pussy lips, her eyes rolled back and she whimpered.

"How fucking sexy you are and no one has any idea because you hide it so well." He paused to flick his tongue against her earlobe, which forced her to shiver all over. "Talk to me while I finger you. I want to get to know you more as I make you come hard in front of everyone."

Was this man real? He possibly couldn't be real. But when he began to slide his middle finger up and down her hot slit, she couldn't deny that this was truly happening. With his long, thick cock pushing against the entrance of her tight virgin ass, she felt like she was going to squirt her cum all over the place.

"Who is your favorite writer?" she asked as her thighs trembled.

"Hm. It's a tie between Fitzgerald and Hemingway. What about you, Mimi?"

With every stroke of his finger, she was closer to orgasm. She imagined that the guys were intently watching the both of them, and she couldn't deny that the idea turned her on immensely.

"What about you, beautiful?" he asked as he slipped his finger deeper inside of her. "Is it D.H. Lawrence?"

"Yes," she said in a hearty moan. "Baby, I'm not going to last long."

"What is your favorite food?"

She whimpered as her fingers began to violently tremble. "I love Spanish cuisine."

"Me, too." He growled into her ear. "Come on my hand, baby doll. Don't hold back."

The wet, squishy sounds of him finger fucking her pushed her over the edge. Her mouth parted open as her womb clamped down and her cum squirted out of her like a fountain, dripping down her inner thighs, all the way down to the marble floor. She convulsed in the aftershocks of pleasure and she fought to stay upright as he gingerly rubbed her soaking wet labia. He cursed in approval and brought his right hand to her mouth so that she could suck and savor her own sweet, succulent cum from his fingers before he returned to the lounge area to retrieve her dress.

"It seems like you will have to be panty-less for now," he said with a sexy grin. "She was watching you the whole time, by the way."

"Aiden." She was still shaking and panting. "I need you."

He chuckled. "Need me how, sweetheart?"

She whimpered. "I need your big, thick, veiny cock wrecking my wet, tight, little pussy. I want to be your little whore."

"You are too perfect. And you're mine already. I claimed you as mine. We are going to dinner tomorrow and then we will make love all night. I am trying my best to control myself but the fact that you just squirted all over my hand has me leaking."

"More will come out if you do it again."

"Mm. Only if we get a room."

"Did I hear someone say they needed a room?"

Alexxa's feminine, sultry voice weaved its way through the sexy loud hip-hop music as Maritza slipped on her dress. Alexxa's taut, sinewy body was drenched in a sheen cover of sweat and she was drying herself off with a small towel. One look at Maritza and Alexxa's sexy hazel eyes widened in absolute arousal.

"Yes, we do, actually," Aiden said as he ran his fingers through Maritza's long, blonde, wavy hair. "Do you have one we could use?"

"Of course. It fits up to ten people. Let me get permission from my boss to use it. It shouldn't be a problem."

Aiden pulled Maritza toward him and smiled. "What do you think, Mimi? How would you like to be pleasured by a beautiful woman while you have seven men watching you?"

~To be continued~