Hello everyone. Surprise everybody - this is a continuation of a story began last week. I don't think I told anyone about the second part but
based on comments, it's not a surprise everyone automatically assumed there would be a second part, glad I already had one ready.
Are you enjoying the A to Z challenge over on my other blog and the 46 other bloggers who have joined? Some interesting things going on there.
The story starts here, in case you need a refresher.
based on comments, it's not a surprise everyone automatically assumed there would be a second part, glad I already had one ready.
Are you enjoying the A to Z challenge over on my other blog and the 46 other bloggers who have joined? Some interesting things going on there.
The story starts here, in case you need a refresher.
Much to
Wendy’s surprise she received a call from Jameson Brooks. Wendy assumed it was about the campaign she
had designed for him. She was wrong.
“How are
you Jameson and what can I do for you.
Technically, you should go through Dave Parker instead of call me
directly.”
“What I
have to say to you is not meant for Dave Parker’s ears.”
“I don’t
think I like where this conversation is going Mr. Brooks.”
“I see
we’ve gone from Jameson to Mr. Brooks.”
“It seems
more professional.”
“I think
you have the wrong idea about me. I’m
quite happily married with two little girls.
I made a mistake like that once and it cost me my wife, my son and a
whole lot of money. I’m a fast learner.”
“Happy to
hear that, now what can I do for you that you don’t want Dave Parker to hear.”
“I would
rather we meet somewhere. I’m not
comfortable talking over the company line.”
“Now, I’m
getting uncomfortable again.”
“Don’t
be, it can be in a public place, just not somewhere close to your office. Can you meet me at Drinkwater’s for
lunch? Do you know it?”
“I do and
I must admit you have piqued my curiosity.”
Shortly
before noon , she told Dave she was leaving for lunch and would
probably not be back til around two.
“Hot
date,” he asked.
“No, is
it a problem?”
“Hell
Wendy half the time you don’t take a lunch.
I’m glad you’re getting out. I
just wish it was a hot date.”
Wendy
Taylor was an attractive woman. Tall and
willowy, she wore her dirty blond hair in a stylish bob. She inherited her
cornflower blue eyes from her mother and even from a distance; those eyes
looked right through you. Dressed today
in a black pencil skirt with a fitted jacket and very high heels, she gathered
a lot of attention as she entered the restaurant and was guided to Jameson’s
table.
“Thank
you for coming Wendy.”
“You
piqued my interest, so what is this clandestine meeting all about?”
“I want
you to work for me, plain and simple.
You can name your salary, within reason of course.
“Doing
what”
“Doing
exactly what you do for Mitchell Enterprises, except as head of your own
department. We are a very large company
with a wide array of products and with someone of your caliber working for us
it would be unnecessary to hire outside help.
You can bring anybody you deem worthy with you.”
“Jameson,
I appreciate you think so highly of me and thank you for the offer. I am flattered and a little flummoxed. I never thought about leaving Mitchell but
your offer is definitely something I will consider.”
“That’s
all I ask. If you have any questions or
I can sweeten the pot, let me know.
Until then, let’s enjoy lunch.”
Jameson
was true to his word. They had lunch and
not once did he mention the job offer again.
The offer really threw her for a loop.
She realized she couldn’t consider Wes Mitchell as part of the
equation. It was a great opportunity and
Dreamscape was a much larger company than Mitchell was and she would have her
own department. She decided not to go
back to work.
“Dave, I
had a glass of wine at lunch and it made me a little woozy. I think I’ll just go home and see you in the
morning.”
“Fine by
me. See you then.”
With that
chore out of the way, she really did go home, changed her clothes and curled up
on her couch with a book. She was
engrossed in the novel when there was a knock on the door. She checked the peephole and was surprised to
see Wes on the other side of the door.
She opened the door and he burst into the room like a bear.
“What the
hell are you doing having lunch with Jameson Brooks.”
“How dare
you? How do you know I had lunch with Jameson Brooks? Are you spying on me? Besides, it is none of
your business with whom I have lunch. You are not my keeper,” she said to him
angrily.
“It is my
concern and no I am not spying on you. John Kemper saw you at Drinkwater’s and
happened to mention it to me. I went to
your office to talk to you and Dave said you weren’t coming back to work. I
thought….
“You
thought what, that you would find me here with Jameson Brooks. Sorry to disappoint you and even if I did
choose to sleep with Jameson Brooks it has nothing to do with you. This is why I don’t like to date men more
than six times. They think they own you.
Well, I am not some trinket you can purchase and display in a trophy
case. Now go.”
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”
“You have
got to be kidding me. No, we are not on
for dinner tomorrow night or any other night.
I’ve met my date maximum with you and you’ve proved my theory has great
merit. I won’t be breaking my rules
again.”
“Are you
through now, because it’s my turn?” He
led her over to the couch and pulled her over his knee.
“First, I
don’t think you are a trinket. Second,
yes I am jealous because you are important to me and I thought you knew that and,
third, I’m going to spank your butt until you agree to have dinner with me
tomorrow night.”
“You let
me up right now, you bastard.”
“Those
aren’t the words I want to hear,” and he laid down a smack on her right
cheek.
“Let me
up now or when you do I’m calling the police,” she told him. He laughed
“I can’t
wait to hear what you’re going to tell them.
It’s my word against yours,” and he started raining down gentle spanks on her
behind.
“Bastard,”
and she tried getting away so he tucked her in tighter. When she kicked her legs, he scissored his
legs and used his thigh to push her butt higher to he could reach that spot
between her ass and thigh. He delivered a couple of harder whacks. In frustration, she began
using her fists to beat on the couch.
“Are you going to have dinner with me?” he asked.
“Go to
hell.” Wes gave her another volley
of spanks. He felt her relax and stop fighting him. He hadn't spanked her hard but knew it was time to stop. He held her in place while he rubbed her back and when he finally helped her
to stand, held her in his arms.
“So are
you going to have dinner with me,” he asked.
“Not in a
million years,” she replied.
He pulled
her closer and kissed her; a kiss so
passionate it astounded her. He wouldn’t let go. His tongue continued to
explore her mouth but she refused to kiss him back. As he pulled her in closer, his growing erection was making it's presence known. She could feel her wetness but didn’t want to give
him the satisfaction of knowing he affected her in this way, but she was losing
the battle. He kissed her again and she
moaned softly.
He
stepped back. “Does that moan mean you will be having dinner with me tomorrow
night?”
“mmmmm,”
was all he heard as he kissed her again.
“I take
it that it also means that you won’t be calling the cops, either?”
“mmmmm,”
was his answer.
He took
her further into his arms and carried her off to another part of the house and
to the next level in their relationship.
When they
had dinner the following evening, he finally got around to her why she had
lunch with Jameson Brooks.
“He
offered me a job. It’s a great
opportunity, I would head up the department, name my salary and I can bring
aboard anyone I choose,” she told Wes.
“You’re
right, it is a great opportunity. Are
you thinking about it?”
“Wow, not
the reaction I expected at all.”
“Why?”
“Because
you are so damn possessive, that’s why.”
“Make no
mistake, I want you all to myself in my personal life, however, you are very
good at what you do and it’s nice to know that others recognize your talent too. If you decide there are better opportunities
elsewhere, so be it.”
“Does
that mean you want me to take the job?”
“No, but
I know you if I tell you I don’t or forbid you to, you will take it
anyway. This way I’m in the clear. I should tell you though that if you do take
the job, you’ll be going to work with a red ass every single day,” and he
laughed.
“Are you
threatening me?”
“Of
course not, I’m just stating a fact. Now
can we eat our dinner before I starve to death?”
They
talked about other things through dinner and he didn’t mention it again until
two days later. They were on the way
home from seeing a movie when he asked her if she had made up her mind about
the job at Dreamscape.
She
hemmed and hawed and was glad that it was dark so he couldn’t see her blush.
What do you think? Did she take the job or not?
What do you think? Did she take the job or not?
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
Thank you Sunny for continuing this awesome story. Can't wait to ready more...ya really can't leave us hanging here! :D
ReplyDeleteHugs and Blessings...
Cat
I could, you know I'm mean like that. :-)
DeleteLoving it. Hope you have another chapter ready for us:)
ReplyDeleteLove,
Ronnie
xx
I didn't, since you asked so nice. Smile
DeleteHi Sunny, I love this story and am so glad you continued with it. Thank you and I hope there is more to come :) "you'll be going to work with a red ass every single day" love that! Is that meant to encourage her to take the job I wonder lol
ReplyDeleteHugs
Roz
I'm not sure, it depends on her, doesn't it.
DeleteHmmmm.... Does the hemming and hawing mean she wants a red ass every day?
ReplyDeleteLove your stories!
Hmmmm, maybe.
DeleteGreat second installment. Hope there is more. Love that they went from the spanking into the bedroom. She's my kind of spankee. Mmmmmore please. LOL
ReplyDeleteHi Brittany, Thanks for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed the story.
DeleteI hope that there is a part 3.
ReplyDeleteRose, thanks for the compliment.
DeleteI think she took the job. Having a red bottom every day she goes to work for the other company would sell me.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is a great incentive to some.
DeleteI wish someone would make me that offer. I'm guessing no. But I hope I'll be reading the answer for sure next Monday.
ReplyDeleteYou never know when you'll get an offer you can't refuse.
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