The fucking we do for friends - part 2

Part one: http://www.booksiesilk.com/erotica/short_story/masterslittleslut/the-fucking-we-do-for-friends-part-1

I disappeared into the bathroom to try and make myself more presentable. I pulled my dress back over my head, not bothering with my bra, and splashed cold water over my face. It didn't help cool me down at all. Charlie was turning me on beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. His gentle touches were driving me mad.

A quiet knock on the bathroom door brought me back to the present. Charlie pushed the door open and stood behind me, putting his arms around my waist. I felt him nibble on my ear as he said, "Let's go have something to eat."

The lift was empty. I smiled at Charlie and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I looked up into his eyes and kissed his chin softly. There was a fierceness in his eyes, but his movements were placed and restrained. His hands slid down to my ass, where they rested comfortably, and he returned my kiss gently. I felt him push our bodies closer and I moaned quietly against his shoulder.

"Please," I mumbled quietly. "Can we just forget dinner?"

Charlie's hand slid under my dress once again, before slipping his fingers under my silk pants. He teasingly stroked my ass hole, before pushing me up against the wall of the lift. I was vaguely aware of him pushing the button for our floor again, but was far more occupied by the feeling of his fingers between my legs. One finger was still stroking my ass hole while another was working its way through my folds up towards my clit. I tilted my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly.

He practically shoved me through the lift doors when they opened and I fell down to the ground on my knees. Without hesitation I undid Charlie's zipper in the hallway and pulled out his cock. I took his dick in my mouth and begun sucking earnestly. I cupped his balls in my hands, squeezing them gently as I licked the underside of his wonderful dick. Planting gentle kisses all up to the base of his cock, I increased the pressure on his balls and lightly stroked the base of his dick with my nails.

Suddenly Charlie thrusted into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I started sucking hard. Our rhythm increased tenfold and every thrust made me wet. I moaned against his dick. I pulled back for a moment, stopping him mid trust, before tracing my teeth down his cock. All I wanted was to taste his cum, so I started twirling my tongue around his head as my hands slid quickly back and forth up and down his cock. I swallowed all of his precum, savouring the taste.

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders before I was suddenly ripped away from Charlie's cock. I looked up confused towards Charlie, wondering why he had stopped me, only to see the young man who had shared the lift with us previously. The man pulled me up to a standing position, grabbing me by my hair (at this point I was very grateful that Scaz had secured the wig with over one hundred small pins), and he pushed me through an open door. The door was closed before Charlie could enter the room.

The room was dark, the only light sneaking in from the outside streetlamps, but it was laid out very similarly to Charlie's room. The man threw me against the far wall, slapping my face angrily. "You filthy whore!" He screamed. "Spawn of the devil! Sluts like you deserve to rot in hell!"

I had never been so terrified in my life. I could barely hear Charlie banging on the door over my pounding heart. My eyes were drawn to the man, who seemingly out of nowhere had pulled a knife. I threw my hands up defensively, yelling for him to reconsider. "Please! Think about what you are doing!"

He jumped towards me and I narrowly managed to dodge his knife - it did, however, catch the side of my dress and made a huge tear across the seam. I tried to run across the room but my five inch heels didn't make it easy. He caught my bare arm with the knife, leaving a (survivable) gash in my skin. I cried out and spun away from him, tripping over the edge of a chair in the process. I kicked out, and felt my heel make contact with something. That gave me a split second to move and make towards the exit. I barely managed to unlock the door before the crazy man pulled me back to the ground. He pinned me down to the ground and held the knife to my throat.

"Please..." I whimpered as the tears rolled down my face. "Please don't..."

His mouth opened to speak, but he suddenly collapsed on top of me; the blade slid across my skin, but didn't break any skin. The lights switched on and I saw Charlie standing above us holding a broken vase. I burst out laughing, but the sound that escaped my mouth was more of a strangled cry. Charlie rolled the man off of me and slid his arms under me. I buried my head in his chest as he lifted me and carried me back to our room. He laid me down on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, before returning with a damp flannel and some antibiotic cream.

Charlie didn't say anything to me until he had finished cleaning up my arm. He took my hands in his and, when I didn't look up at him, he tilted my chin so our eyes were locked together. "I am so sorry, Victoria. I won't pretend I know how you are feeling, but I think you would benefit from a good night's sleep. Alone."

I stared into his deep brown eyes for a moment more before leaning forward and taking him in a huge embrace. He pulled me closer, so I was sitting on his lap, and I planted hungry kisses down his neck. I pulled his tie off and undid his shirt as he pulled my dress over my head once more. Charlie ran his hands over my tits before lifting me up and taking my silk pants, stockings and heels off. I sat in his lap with nothing on, and I quickly made it so Charlie was naked too.

Our kisses were fuelled by animal desperation now, and within seconds Charlie had laid me down on the bed and was teasing my pussy with the head of his cock. I moaned as his dick entered my pussy and he thrusted deep into me. I rolled over on top of him and began riding his cock, my tits bouncing around as I rode him. I threw my head back in pleasure when he hit my g-spot and his hands squeezed my tits firmly.

Faster and faster we went until I was on the brink of orgasm. Charlie rolled me over and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of emptiness but when I felt his tongue start to flick over my clit I didn't care. He sucked on my clit gently, and when he eating my pussy out I came almost immediately. His tongue continued to flick around in between my legs as I came and he sucked up all of my juices. I pulled him up to my face so I could kiss him, and I savoured the taste of my cum on his lips.

His dick was still wet with my juices, and I knew I had to feel his cock in all of my holes so I got up to a crouch and gave him perfect access to my ass. Charlie wasted no time in inserting himself into my ass, and I let out a small squeal as he pushed his way into my tight hole. His strokes were slow and gentle to start but he quickly picked up speed. I felt his hands slide down my stomach, from where they had rested on my bouncing tits, to my pussy once more. He timed his strokes in my ass perfectly with those of his fingers against my clit and in my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming and I came all over his hand once again.

I felt his dick grow inside me and he shot his cool salty load into my ass. As he pulled out, I felt the cool cum drip down my ass and in between my legs. I sagged down onto the bed and he quickly lay down beside me on top of the covers.

"I think I need a shower," I said after a minute of comfortable silence. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and just as I went to stand I felt Charlie's flat hand on my stomach. I smiled as I pushed through before turning and extended a hand. "Come on then."

I jumped into the warm shower and Charlie joined me a second later. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and started rubbing soap all across my front. I pressed my back against him, enjoying the warmth that was now surrounding my body. It was almost enough to help me forget that I had nearly been murdered today. Almost.

I spun around so I was facing Charlie and started slowly rubbing soap over his body. It was great to feel his muscles beneath my fingers, and for a moment I rested my hands on his chest just to feel him breathing. He smiled and leant down, planting a kiss on my forehead. Tangling his fingers in the brunette hair of my wig, he lifted my head up towards him and kissed me gently on the lips. We stood their kissing for ages, just enjoying the way that our bodies felt against each other, before eventually returning to the bed - where we lay naked in each other's arms for about 10 minutes.

"How does someone as beautiful as you end up this way?" Charlie asked suddenly. He turned over so he was laying on his side, his hands resting on the curve of my bare back.

"I don't really do this much anymore," I said, much to his amusement. "Well, obviously I have done it tonight but this was a favour for Scaz. She had a date tonight. Someone wanted to go out with her not because she was a prostitute but because he really liked her. She hasn't had much luck in life, so I let her go with him."

"Lucky me, then," laughed Charlie. "You said you don't do this anymore... What do you do instead then? If you don't mind telling me of course."

I rolled my eyes. "I have a real job, if that is what you mean. I work in advertising in one of the big towers in London Centre. I gave this up because I got a promotion." I decided it was best not to tell him that the promotion was only awarded to me because I slept with all of my bosses, and their friends.

"High paying promotion then, if it gave you enough to stop charging these prices!" When I nodded, Charlie smiled more. "Well, I am happy for you then. Sometimes, all you need is a chance. That is why I moved here. I got offered a job as chairman of a company because my old high school friend owed me a favour."

"Some favour!" I exclaimed. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what Charlie had done for his friend that required him to return the favour by getting him a CEO of a big London firm. I fell silent again, simply stroking the side of his face, and admiring his beautiful eyes. They were so full of life, and yet displayed such tenderness whenever they looked upon me. I wondered what it would be like to wake up to them every morning, to have his hands around my waist...  I shook myself out of my little fantasy. I couldn't get attached to him. You only feel this way because he saved your life, I told myself fiercely. Yes, that is it.

Even so, I still found myself enjoying his proximity more than I should have been. "Charlie, I am tired," I said as I rolled away from him, so I was staring at the ceiling. "If you can take me home now, I will only charge you for the £700."

I thought for a moment that he would refuse, but when he stood up and starting getting dressed I knew he wouldn't. I slid my dress over my head, not bothering with underwear or suspenders. I just needed to get away from Charlie.

He held me by the waist as we waited in the lift. Gently he said, "We will need to tell the police about that man, you know. He will have done a runner by now, but at least we can tell everyone to look out for him..."

"I don't care about him," I said slightly more coldly than I had anticipated. "I am alive, that is all that matters. Yeah he might go after others but at least it isn't me anymore."

Charlie grabbed me by the shoulders and shook them gently. "Victoria," he urged softly. "You can't let someone like him get away. He could go down for at least five years for attempted murder! You almost died. Don't let that go lightly."

"Please let go of my shoulders..." I asked quietly. He wasn't hurting me, but the contact of his hands on my bare skin was sending shivers down my spine. Charlie looked straight into my eyes before quickly releasing me. "I don't care if you want to try and press charges. I will probably end up being done for prostitution, if you try and get him. Did you think of that? No. I didn't think so. Now can you just check out so I can go home?"

I regretted upsetting Charlie, but the only thought on my mind was getting away from him so I could clear him from my mind and move on. When we were in our taxi, we sat apart from each other. I was very conscious of his body near mine and wanted more than anything to touch it again but knew I couldn't.

He insisted that the taxi driver take us to my house, rather than his from where I could walk the remaining half a mile as I would have preferred. When we reached my house I went straight to the front door, not looking back. I unlocked the door and just as I stepped through I gave a final look towards Charlie. I was surprised to see him standing right at the door. I hadn't heard him behind me when I was unlocking the door, but I figured I was so determined to get away that my mind had been preoccupied.

"Your money," Charlie said, when I looked at him quizzically. "£2000 in cash. No, take it. That is what you wanted. Have a good life."

With that Charlie turned and walked away.

I shuffled into the living room, immediately kicking off the stupidly high heels, and lay on the sofa. I can't say exactly when Scaz joined me, but she sat beside me and brought me into a friendly embrace. "Sorry sweetie. I didn't think it would be that hard for you... Was it really that bad?"

After a quick rundown of the evening, I finished, "Apart from being almost murdered, no, it wasn't bad. The sex was great. Wonderful actually. And look. Two grand. Cash"

Normally, Scarlett would be over the moon to see money, but right now she still looked worried. "If the sex was great, why are you so bummed? If you excuse the expression..."

"I think..." I faltered for a moment, before deciding that I could never hide the truth from Scaz. "I think that I might have fallen for him..."

"Ah," was  all that she said. We sat in silence for a while until I could no longer bear it and I disappeared to my bedroom. I fell asleep in my dress.

I spent the entire next day laying around feeling sorry for myself, but by Monday morning I was back to my normal self. The morning was uneventful until my lunch break. My supervisor, and best friend at work, Kevin, came over to me when I was sitting alone eating and took the seat opposite. "Victoria, darling!" he beamed, in his woefully gay way. "You have to meet the new CEO of the company! He is so cute!"  

"I didn't know that John had left," I replied, although of course I should have realised. Kevin told me that the board had found out about the somewhat dirty deeds that he had 'pressured' me into and weren't up for the bad publicity. Kevin knew that I hadn't been completely unwilling, but in order to save my job he had testified against John saying that he had blackmailed me into it - which I suppose was technically true at the start; I had been told by John that the only way he would sanction the promotion was if I slept with him, and it just so happened that our one night together had blossomed into a completely illicit and horribly kinky office romance. "I am glad though. It means I can finally feel like my work is being chosen on merit, rather than because I was shagging John."

"Don't worry about it, darling. Sometimes we can't help the position that we get ourselves into." He leant across the table and gave me a hug. "But seriously, you should see our new CEO. If you want to shag him, well tell me when the party is and I will join the two of you! I think I heard that he would be down to our department in about ten minutes to meet everyone. So come on! Eat up!"

I wasn't sure why the new CEO was so willing to meet everyone on his design team, but figured that since we were an important part in the process of advertising that we were worth the effort. I finished eating my lunch and hurried back to my desk. To pass the time away until I met our new CEO, I started on one of the new projects I had been given.

Finally, after nearly an hour of waiting, the new CEO arrived on our floor. Kevin practically jumped over his desk to join me at mine as the lift doors opened. I took one look at our new boss and swore loudly.

"Didn't I tell you he was gorgeous!" Kevin mumbled in my ear. Noticing the horrified look on my face, he asked, "What is wrong darling?"

"He was a client, Kevin!" It took Kevin a few moments to understand what I meant, but then a mixture of understanding and sympathy spread across his face.

I prayed silently that he wouldn't  come over but he did. I stood and extended my hand towards his. He stared at me, as if trying to place me, and I prayed with all my might that he wouldn't be able to. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like anyone was listening to my prayers today, because recognition filled face.

"Mr Ellis." he said shaking Kevin's hand. He turned to me and shook my hand, "Miss Blacker. Lovely to meet you. I'm Mr Quinn, but you can call me Charlie if you like."