sex-me boss.

When he entered his vehicle, he left his friend’s property and his only destination was Le Bourget. He wanted to take up this challenge because it had been a long time since he’d given himself over to carnal pleasure. Parked in the parking lot, he got out of the vehicle and took the back door, as he didn’t want to be noticed in such an environment, he the CEO. His destination was his personal VIP room, and once he’d settled in, all he had to do was find the perfect hussy to satisfy his craving and, above all, show his friends that he wasn’t a loser, even if his behavior was that of a complete asshole. He’d have to drink something first before going out to find the perfect prey, because at least a high alcohol level wasn’t going to kill him, and it wasn’t because he was afraid to.

He picked up the landline telephone and dialed the bar’s number. After two rings, he heard the beautiful voice of the staff, but this voice didn’t make him cringe at all and he was glad that this girl didn’t know his identity, besides, none of Le Bourget’s employees knew his identity and that was even better.

Still thinking about what she should do to take up her two friends’ challenge, Olivia’s first thought had been to head for the dance floor with the aim of swaying against a man who would then warm up to her by predicting what would happen. Ellen wasn’t the kind of girl to throw herself at men or ask for sex, but she had no choice but to do so if she wanted to win this game. When she was about to stand up, she saw her colleague advancing towards her.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

-Olivia, you do remember that you owe me a favor, don’t you?

-Yes, I do, and I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I’m back on duty, but tonight I’ve got a game to win.

-I’m sorry, but I’d really like you to do me this favor tonight. Last week, we gave several employees the night off and now it’s a real pain to manage the cubicle. A new customer has just arrived and I’d like you to bring him his order, please. You won’t be long, just his order and that’ll be that.

-Just his order?” Betty had asked Olivia while the latter was still trying to understand.

-Yes, just her order,” replied the waitress before leaving.

The two girls looked at Olivia like they were taking a chance, but Olivia didn’t think she could do it. She was a waitress at this place and if things went sour, she’d lose her job, not to mention the humiliation.

-No, girls, that won’t be possible.

-But what are you talking about Oli, he’s just a customer and then he’ll go away. You won’t need to talk to him, you won’t need to open your mouth, just execute the plan, don’t tell me you want to lose this game without trying?

-No, but imagine he’s an old macho or a man who’s already taken a girl for his evening.

-In that case, you’ll just bring him his order and nothing else. Go now, and if we don’t see you after an hour, we’ll know that you’re running smoothly, good luck and, above all, it’s forbidden to fall in love.

Her colleague had already prepared the order and all she had to do now was take it to the customer, hoping that he’d be the one to win the stupid game she’d given in to. She used to laugh when it was her friends’ turn, but now that it was her turn, she didn’t think it was funny any more.

-Which room?

Fifth-floor VIP room, the only one there is.

This customer must have been really rich, because the prices varied according to the floor, and especially since this was the last one. She’d never been inside it, because since she’d started working there, no customer had ever taken it. It was a good thing there was an elevator in the club, otherwise climbing the stairs to the fifth floor would have been a far more complicated affair.

Feeling a little warm in this place, Damon had taken off his T-shirt and was impatiently waiting for his glass of booze. He had to get to the company early the next morning, as he had a new contract to sign, and to do that, he needed to quench his thirst quickly before going out to hunt for his pigeon for that night. He turned off the light in the room and flicked the second switch, making the red bulbs glow. With this lighting, it was impossible to make out his silhouette. At the same moment, he heard a knock on the door and went to open it. In front of him stood a waitress who, strangely enough, was not wearing her work clothes. She didn’t recognize his identity, and if she even knew it, he’d kick her out of the place without mercy.

-Good evening, your order.

-Come in, Miss.

She didn’t hesitate and entered the VIP area, which was just splendid, but the red light blinded her. She couldn’t see a thing, especially not the face of this man with such an exciting silhouette. She opened the bottle and poured the liquid into the glass she handed him.

From the moment she’d turned, he hadn’t stopped chewing on her. She was far from a model, but that wouldn’t mean he was just as charmed. All he wanted was an evening fuck to satisfy his craving and, above all, win that nasty game that had driven him to Le Bourget yet it had been so long.

-Would you like me to fill another for your companion?

He was surprised, as it was the first time a waitress had taken the liberty of serving a customer in the VIP lounge, as they usually just came to leave the order, but he hadn’t asked for anything and couldn’t refuse what was being offered to him for free.

-But of course,” he said with a devastating smile.

This answer made her sad, because she’d expected him to tell her that he didn’t have a companion with him, that he was all alone, but instead, she’d been looking for that all by herself. She took the second glass and half-filled it, then began to look around the room for her guest, and strangely enough, the man hadn’t stopped smiling.

-What if I were to offer you a sip, Miss?

Only a man with no respect for the woman who had taken the liberty of accompanying him could behave in such a way, and this didn’t please Olivia at all, for she had the impression of seeing a man with no respect for women, and for this she had already filed it away in her old bag of records. It was a man in a nightclub, not just any nightclub, but the biggest nightclub in town, and that was to be expected.

Seeing the girl’s facial features turn hard, Damon couldn’t understand what he’d said wrong, unless this girl was the type to play the self-respecting girl but he knew they were all the same, just after licking their pussy they became as submissive as a medieval woman.

-Did I say something wrong, Miss?

-No, but you’re asking me to drink from your companion’s glass, who’s certainly not far away. Don’t you have any respect for her?

He smiled as he realized where his problem lay, but this girl was far less playful than he’d imagined, for she’d made it clear that she was angry, and he knew the reason: she’d been hoping to spend an evening with him, and he wasn’t disappointed. He moved closer to her and her body was almost glued to his, he could tell by the frantic beating of her heart that he didn’t know if it was due to fear or excitement. He moved his mouth closer to her ear and whispered:

-I’m all alone, and I was hoping to finish this bottle of whisky before going out to find a companion for tonight. I think I’ve got one ahead of me, and she won’t let me down.

At the time, he’d even feared she’d have a heart attack, given the redoubling of her heartbeat. He was ready to put his hand on the fact that she had turned peony-red, and he liked that, playing on his charm to make women fall.

-So, gorgeous, am I in luck or should I finish my bottle of whisky first and then go and find my companion?

-I’ll take a sip,” Olivia agreed, her voice trembling not with fear but with desire.

It had been a long time since she’d felt something like this, and now a complete stranger could make her lose her mind without even touching her.

-satisfied, Damon said with a smirk.