Closing the Deal

Greetings Folks - how are things in your world?  Busy here doing Lord know what, but the time slips away.  Wow, I had something I was going to share with you all and it has completely flown the coop.  Oh well, if it comes back, I'll add it before this goes to post.  If not, perhaps some other time as the story says.  Another week and another story - I surprise myself. Enjoy the story and I'll talk to you later.

Janice Rourke worked for her family’s company.   She wasn’t given a job – she had to earn it just like anyone else.  By twenty-nine she had worked her way up to become a department manager. Although she was happy for the additional responsibility and the pay raise, the best part was was that she no longer worked for Dennis Hatcher. 

Dennis Hatcher had to be the sexiest man alive – at least according to her.  She drooled and swooned over him the entire time she worked in his department.  His aloofness combined with his smokin’ hot looks made him the most sought-after male in the company.  He kept his sexual encounters close to the vest though, and there was never a hint of any camaraderie among the other ladies within Rourke Enterprises.  Janice wanted that to change, and now that she was out of his department and on equal footing, she was going to go for it.

Little did she know that Dennis Hatcher felt the same about her.  When she worked in his department, he kept his distance and bided his time.  He knew, that even though she was a Rourke, she would eventually be promoted on her own merit.  He could wait.  When it finally happened, he staked his claim.

The annual staff party, celebrating the end of the fiscal year, took place three days after Janice received her promotion.  After several glasses of wine, Janice made her move.  She managed to get Dennis to herself and with bravado fortified with Pinot Grigio, she made her move.  Janice invited him to join her for dinner when the party broke up.

“Why wait?” he responded.

“It’s the polite thing to do.”

“The hell with polite.  When a beautiful woman asks me on a date, I say why wait.”

“Okay, let me just my goodbye’s.”  He watched her walk toward her group.  He loved the sway of her hips and that sweet little tush cried out to him.  He knew it was sexist, but damn she was hot.

When she finally came to him, he placed his hand on the small of her back and felt her body react to the move as he guided her out of the party and to his car.  She started giving him directions to the restaurant she had in mind, but he drove in the exact opposite direction.

“You’re going the wrong way.  Micho’s is that way.”

“We’re not going to Micho’s.”

“I had Micho’s in mind when I invited you to dinner.”

“Some other time, perhaps.  Tonight we’re going somewhere else.”

“Don’t I get a say?”

“Some other time, perhaps.”

“Are you always this bossy?  I know that’s how you operate in the office, but you seem to be that way in your personal life too.  At least, that’s what I’ve noticed.”

“Do you like it?”

Her lack of response answered his question.  “So Miss Rourke, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

“I don’t have much. I’m usually working.”

“So you don’t date much?”

“No.” He loved hearing that answer.

“And why is that?”

“Like I said, I’m usually working, and I don’t believe in fraternizing where I work.”

“Yet here  you are out with me.”

“Yes, well, it’s different.  I don’t work for you anymore.  Even now I’m hesitant because what happens if things don’t go well between us.  We still have to work together.”

“First, this is a date, not a marriage proposal.  Second, I’m at greater risk than you, after all, you’re a Rourke.”

“Yes, I am.  However, I had to earn my job and promotion the same way you did.  In my family, you have to pull your own weight, and just because I’m a Rourke doesn’t entitle me to any special privileges.”

They ended up at a small French restaurant that couldn’t have more than twenty tables in the whole place.  The hostess greeted him by name and led them to a secluded table.  What seemed like seconds later, they were given a glass of wine and a crudites plate with olives, marinated mushrooms and some crusted bread. 

“They seem to know you here so obviously you come here often.”

“Often enough.”

“You know, telling me a little about yourself would be nice.  You don’t have to divulge deep dark secrets, but a few little hints would be okay.”  He smiled then.

“Yes, I’ve been here a time or two.  I like it, the food is good, and I can always get a table.”

“That’s it, that’s all I’m going to get.”  That earned her not only a small but a small chuckle.

“So why don’t you tell me what you’ve heard.  I know the office gossip, so tell me and I’ll either confirm to deny.”

‘Okay. You’re a hunk, like me you don’t sleep where you eat, but any other lady of a certain age has either been fucked by you or wants to be fucked by you.”

That earned her a hearty laugh.

Their wine glasses never emptied and between the wine she had at the party and now, Janice was feeling bold.”

“So,  I’m guessing I’m not getting fucked.”

“Such naughty language from such a beautiful mouth.” 

The waiter arrived and set down plates of food.  “I don’t recall ordering,” Janice said.

“You didn’t.  I always order for my dinner partner and here I always choose whatever dish Jean-Pierre is offering.”

“As I said earlier, bossy.”  Janice picked up her fork and sampled the food before her.  It was heavenly.  Dennis watched her face as the tastes mingled on her tongue.  She practically caressed the fork as it delivered another tender morsel into her mouth.  He was becoming aroused watching her savor the food.  He wondered what it would be like to kiss that mouth, better yet to fill that mouth with other things.  He twitched and arranged himself more comfortably in the booth.

By the time dinner and dessert were over, Janice was both anxious and hesitant to leave the restaurant. 

“So what’s next Ms. Rourke?” Dennis asked as he escorted her to his car.

“It’s such a lovely night, why not go for a stroll down by the river?”

“Fine by me.  We’re still going to have to end this night sometime, though.  Either at your place or mine. Are you thinking about what’s going to happen then?”  He placed his hand on the small of her back as hot waves of emotion raced down her spine and into her core.

“It will be my place,”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You have to take me home that is unless you plan on putting me in a cab.”

“You didn’t answer my question?”

“Oh, I thought I did.”  He smiled.  “Sarcasm, I’m getting sarcasm.”

“Boy, not much gets past you, does it, Mr. Hatcher?”

“If we knew each other a little better, I might have to take measures to curb that sassiness.”

“Really, and what would you do?”

"Kiss you until you fainted away."  She laughed aloud.

They strolled the riverwalk and came to rest on a bench as the moon rose over the river. She began to feel the chill of the evening and Dennis put his arm around her shoulder and gathered her close to him.  They sat there in silence until she turned to him and gently kissed his lips.  His hand gripped her hair, tilting back her neck and his mouth returned the kiss.  The slight tug on her scalp ramped up her heat and with the kiss, she felt a dampening in her panties. She loved it and met his demanding kisses with more of her own.

“Let’s go,” he ordered after breaking the kiss.

“Suppose I don’t want to?”

“Trust me, you do.” He pulled her up and once again that hand on her back sent shivers throughout her body.

Before she knew it, they were in front of her house.  “How did you know where I live?”

“You think you were the only one who wanted you in a different department.  I’ve been listening and learning.”  He smiled that evil grin of his and she was hooked.

“Coming in?”

“Before I answer, I want you to think about what I’m going to say. Despite the rumors, I’m not a kiss em’ and leave em’ guy.  I left the frat boy mentality a long way back, meaning I don’t do gratuitous sex.  So if you think you’re ready, I’ll come in.  Otherwise, I’ll be a gentleman,  walk you to your door, give you a chaste kiss and call it a night.”

She didn’t answer but started to get out of the car.  He was around the car and helping her in a flash.  When they arrived at her front door, he unlocked it as he reached over to give her a kiss.  Before he knew what happened, she had pulled him inside and locked the door.  She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.  She pushed him down on the bed.

“Now who’s being bossy,” he said.

“What are you going to do about it. Mr. Hatcher, spank me?”

“Now, there’s an idea that suits me fine.  I’ve often fantasized placing my hands on your cute tush, not quite in that way, but I’m more than game.”

“Maybe later,” she told him.  She began to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. She pulled it out of his trousers and threw it on the floor. She knelt down and removed his shoes and socks.  Next came his belt, she swooped it out of his pants, unzipped his trousers and let them join his shirt on the floor, leaving him in only his bikini briefs. Her eyes feasted on his tanned, muscled body as he lay there, eyes wide, with an ear to ear grin on his face.  Slowly removing her own clothes, piece by agonizing piece, taunting and teasing along the way she smiled as she watched certain parts of his body react to her actions.

Janice pushed down the straps of her bra and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties before sticking her fingers into her crotch and wetting them in her juices.  Is was what she did next that drove Dennis into action.  She slipped those slick fingers into her mouth and sucked.

“That’s it.” He sprung up off the bed and took in one graceful swoop across his lap. He slapped her ass hard.  She gasped but it was exactly what she wanted. 

“Is this what want, you little tease?” he asked as he delivered another hard smack to her tush.

She smiled to herself – she was just where she wanted to be.  All she had to do now was close the deal – something she was very good at doing, she knew how - thus her promotion.  She smiled again as another smack landed and she moaned her delight.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.