“Oh, I know. I’m just reminding all these nice couples where they can come to party afterward.” I’ve never seen this kid before. He’s young, maybe in his early twenties with a trucker cap and working jeans. He looks like he moonlights at the bar after his farm chores are done.
“Actually,” a woman at the table grins nervously and slides up, “he said they have a band playing tonight. I think we’re going to go check that out.”
A band. I need a fucking band. Why didn’t we think about live music? Of course we need live music. Everyone knows live music draws people in and keeps them drinking.
The kid in the trucker cap loves this, leading the crowd of dildos and nipple clamps into the dark street toward his bar, leaving shards of glass from the broken bottle behind.
What the fuck?
I’ve gotta get a handle on these assholes. I scrub my hand down over my face, attempting to reconcile my life with reality… whatever that isthese days.
How the hell did I walk in on my employee masturbating in my office? Why did I watch her? Why did I edge her on? Why did my cock grow so damn hard? Why did I spank her little ass for being a brat?
What the hell was I thinking? She’s my employee. She’s twenty-two years old. She’s a virgin. A sweet, soft, innocent, little virgin and I’m some old fucking pervert taking advantage of that innocence.
I need to get a fucking grip. It was dumb and I need to apologize, but when I finally make it back to my office, she’s gone.
Gone.Her pocketbook, her shoes, her skirt, everything but a note.
‘I messed things up tonight. I’m sorry. I should go. Thanks for the opportunity.’
My chest tightens and my fists clench. What the fuck? I shouldn’t have left her. I shouldn’t have spanked her. I shouldn’t have walked into the room to begin with.
I’m a fucking mess.
What now? I don’t even know where to find her. She wrote her city address on her employment paperwork. I know because I’m the one that allowed it. She promised to update everything when she got her rental sorted out but that was weeks ago.
Fuck!
I glance down at my swollen knuckles, frayed and bleeding from the fight with the ass pincher. God, the fight with the ass-pincher! I’d nearly forgotten about that with all the excitement tonight.
I’m really throwing a perfect game here.
I need some fucking air. I need air and a moment to jog my memory. She must’ve told me something about her new place that will send me in the right direction. A landmark, a restaurant, a smell, or a flower. I know this mountain pretty well, but as I’m standing out back filtering through every conversation I’ve had with her, I realize she’s always kept her location rather vague. Last night for instance, she told me she spent the night reading in the moonlight.
She could read in the moonlight anywhere on the mountain.
I’m fucked.
I’m halfway through a sigh when I catch the flash of something from the corner of my eye. It’s a car parked in the back lot near a row of cedar trees. The lights are off but there’s a small flashlight waving back and forth as though someone is looking for something inside the car.
Without another thought I know who’s there, and I know right now she’s coming home with me.
I stalk across the parking lot toward her tiny Corolla, and sure enough, it’s her. The sweet little brunette who was spread wide on my desk, convulsing, whining, whimpering, thirsty.
I can’t believe she’s been living in her car. This sweet, innocent, little princess has been sleeping in her fucking car!
“Hey,” I knock on the window, “what are you doing?”
A visible lump travels down her throat as she stares up at me through the dirty car window.
How the hell long has she been sleeping like this while I went back to my warm bed? Jesus!
“I’m hanging out,” she says, brushing her hair back away from her face. “What are you doing?”
“I’m coming to get you out of this car. You can’t sleep out here.”
Her brows narrow. “Why not? People camp all the time up here.” Her voice is muffled by the barrier between us, and all I want to do is tear the door off the hinges, toss her over my shoulder, and take her home with me, but I’m trying to act more evolved than I actually am, especially after that weird spanking outburst. I have to show her that I’m more than just some pervert, though I can’t justify it, given my cock is getting hard at the sight of her breasts again.
