Proposals by Alicia Roberts Page B

opening, stroking it up and down,
not entering me yet and driving me nuts with anticipation.
    Finally, I felt him press the tip of his
bulbous head against me, and I held back a scream as he nudged it
inside my aching entrance. He slid inside me slowly and I groaned
as I felt the pressure stretching me, clamping my muscles down on
his shaft as I felt him throbbing against my walls.
    Each breath had become a moan as I tried to
suck him in deeper, arching my back and grinding my hips against
him as he thrust into me again and again. I heard him grunt and
gasp, as I felt the pressure building up within me.
    The world was starting to fall away and all I
knew was the throbbing between my legs as Brad moved his shaft
deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. I felt the pressure
move through me, the world slowly turning red as the waves of
orgasm rolled over my body and I moaned in ecstasy as the sweet
release came, flooding out of my body and leaving me limp and
exhausted.
    I felt Brad pound into me with a few last
erratic thrusts as he stiffened and came, gradually growing limp
inside me. We lay entwined for a few minutes, until he slowly moved
out and stood up.
    As I heard the rustle of fabric and the chink
of the metal belt buckle, my brain finally kicked into action.
    Why was I still lying here, I thought,
mortified.
    I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt down and
buttoning up my shirt. I walked over to the shelf where my bag was,
and gathered my things. When I turned around, Brad was behind me,
my moist panties in his hand, and a thin smile on his lips.
    I blushed and put the used item in my bag.
There was no point wearing them since they'd been on the floor, and
I was just going home.
    We walked out silently. I was very conscious
of his strong, looming presence behind me.
    "I'll give you a lift home," he said as he
locked the door behind us. "It's gotten dark."
    "That's fine," I said, shaking my head, "I'll
just get a cab."
    Brad started to protest but I'd already
walked off. I didn't turn around, I didn't want to see his face or
his expression, I didn't ever want to see him again.
    Thankfully, it was one of those rare,
miraculous times when I got a cab almost immediately. I slid inside
and felt relieved - both at the timing of the cab and at the fact
that Mr. Neilson had offered to pay the bill. Taking a cab was a
rare luxury for me, and as I sank back into the seat, I allowed my
newly awake brain to scold me.
    What had I been thinking? Lisa had just told
me Brad was one of the firm's biggest clients and I'd probably have
to see him at work once in a while. Of course, I could try to act
professional and hope that he wouldn't mention this to my bosses.
After all, why would he tell anyone at work, why would he tell
anyone at all?
    I felt the stench of humiliation surround me.
I'd behaved like a slut, the drunken type you see in shady bars,
and I couldn't even blame my behavior on drink. I'd just met the
man, and yes, he was cute ( hot! protested a part of my mind)
but that didn't justify my behavior. I didn't usually sleep with
random men, I didn't even date around really, so what had gotten
into me?
    I felt tired, and decided to stop berating
myself. "I'll just blame this on stress," I thought, "And I'll just
act cool if I see him at work."

Chapter Two
    The next morning, I tried not to think about
Brad and the events of the previous night. However, that wasn't so
easy - I'd Google'd him once I'd come home, and it turned out he
was the new heir to Reinehart Industries.
    The firm owned a real estate empire, a
mergers and acquisitions wing and a bevy of smaller companies
including Zenith Clothing, an upscale women's clothing brand. The
renovated store was for Zenith, I guessed, and remembering what
we’d gotten up to, I wondered why he'd picked me. He probably had
hordes of thin, waif-like models and starlets pursuing him.
    I was a bit late to work since I'd been told
that was ok. I spent my few extra hours at home doing boring