Finally, I stumble on something that looks rather interesting. Intrigued, I click on the link: pantytime.com.
Bingo!
“Look at this, Jesse.”
I call my assistant over to check out a girl who sells her used panties online. “Damn, she’s hot as hell! Would you look at that ass?” I can’t help but wolf whistle at the screen.
Eagerly, I click on the gallery of pictures. Each one seems to get better and better. Her ass is deliciously round and thick – the kind of ass that makes me want to spank it all night long, to mark it with my teeth, and then to bury my cock between those cheeks.
Fuck.
My shaft hardens, straining against the thin fabric of my dress pants. It absolutely throbs at the mere sight of this girl. “I’ve got to see this chick,” I breathe, my voice husky with lust. “I bet she’s fucking gorgeous. Too bad she’s careful to never show her face. I mean, that’s smart on her part, but it’s too bad for me.”
Jesse agrees with me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass like that.” He grins. “Maybe if you bid high enough on a pair of panties, she’ll send you a full body pic. It never hurts to ask, boss.”
The idea is tempting, but I’m not some perv who just buys used panties online.
“I have a better idea.” A devilish smirk paints my face. Already, I’m thinking about all the things I’ll do to this girl. She’ll be in the palm of my hand, screaming my name and begging for it. I’ll have those huge tits of hers swinging as her ass claps against me. Oh yes, she’s bound to be mine – all mine – because what Bruce Lockhart wants, Bruce Lockhart gets.
“You don’t mean…?” Jesse trails off, already guessing what’s going through my head. “I mean, I guess it fits with your recent acquisitions, but really? An online company that sells panties?”
“That’s right.” I take a deep breath, trying to get my body under control. With my eyes burning with lust, I get up, energy coursing through my body. “I’m going to buy her little fledgling company myself.”
“You mean, with your own money?” Jesse asks, his eyebrows rising up in surprise.
“Yeah, I want this one all to myself. Because if she accepts, then that’ll mean a real meeting with this girl, and not just a picture.” My wheels are spinning. If the girl is into selling her thongs to make a quick buck, then she’s probably willing to sell more than just that. “Leave,” I growl at my assistant, wanting to be alone at this moment.
Jesse walks out of the room, leaving his coffee behind. Clearly, he’s confused but knows better than to probe me about my idea just yet.
I pace around my office, my mind cluttered with different thoughts of her. Oh, the positions I’ll put her in. Bent over my bed. Pinned against the wall. Spread eagle on my kitchen table while I eat her out. On the counter. In front of the fireplace. You name it, we’ll do it.
It’s been a while since I’ve paid for a woman’s company. At forty-five, I’ve let my business come before my sex life. But not anymore. It’s about time I hire someone who will let me do all the dirty shit I crave, but that most women won’t allow. Given that this woman works in a questionable line of business, she must be open-minded and sex-positive. Perfect.
I grin at the thought, my cock hardening to the point of near-explosion, its tip purple and oozing with pre-cum. I can’t wait to have her bending her over into a myriad of positions while cooing and mewling with need.
Plus, she’ll get something out of it too because no girl ever leaves my bed unsatisfied. She’ll love it so much she’ll be begging for it, screaming my name at the top of her lungs until her voice gives out. And only then will I give her exactly what she wants.
I’ll turn her into an addict for Bruce Lockhart.
3
Katie
“Mom? What happened to all of the eggs?” I call out from the kitchen, but there’s no response. When I peek into the living room, my mom is passed out on the floor with the remainder of her vodka bottle seeping into the carpet, leaving behind yet another stain. Yeah, we’re never getting the security deposit back for this place. But that’s not my problem. Once I’ve gathered up enough money, I’m moving out and getting a place of my own, hopefully somewhere nice. Florida maybe. Who knows? Just as long as it doesn’t snow there.
With a sigh, I pull my mom onto the couch and drape a blanket over her unconscious body. I shake my head and return to the kitchen, where I settle for some saltine crackers as my mid-afternoon snack.
