ACCESSING MY JUNK
(Don't Touch My Junk: Part 3)
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The following weekend they took the 28 passenger Luxury LimoLiner from Boston's Hilton Back-Bay Hotel to the Hilton New York City in Manhattan.
They'd made a similar trip before and loved it.
The limo gave them stress free traveling from the departure hotel to the destination hotel--a pleasant trip that allowed them to work with all the conveniences of their own offices.
Equipped with high speed internet and a personal attendant to help them with incidentals, it was always an enjoyable trip.
Wrapping up their work early, they stayed on line and bought Broadway tickets to "The Jersey Boys" playing near their hotel at the August Wilson Theater.
Before arriving, they caught a newly released movie--the limo's most recent--it helped them to relax and mentally prepare for the book signing and interview on Broadway.
The Hilton, being in the heart of Manhattan, made everything easy to get to. All the best NYC had to offer was within walking distance or a short cab ride.
If they never even left the hotel, the world could come to them.
Kim loved the security of this, as well as having a companion to enjoy the weekends.
It had in the past few months, become a built in benefit of having Mac around, not only as her business associate, but as her self-appointed protector since she'd received threats after promoting Rogues book, "Don't Touch My Junk."
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The rest of the day was uneventful, not too fast, not too slow. At 4PM Kim signed her last book and went back to her room to work on editing a manuscript she had brought with her.
It had a dead line that was fast approaching and she was way behind on it already.
Telling Mac she'd meet him at the Hilton's Etrusca Restaurant at 8:00 PM, she worked fast and furious to finish up her editing by 6:00 PM.
Finishing up on schedule, she went down to the lobby to buy a few toiletries, cashews and a bottle of lemon iced tea to tide her over to dinner.
Leaving the convenience shop she spotted a high fashion boutique and walked through its open doors, lured in by the 75% off discount sale sign.
She really didn't have to be concerned about whether her clothes were on sale any more or not, but old habits die hard and the lure of a sale still drew her like a magnet.
Thumbing through the rack inside, she saw a black cocktail dress that instantly caught her attention. It had a matching jacket that made it suitable for business as well as after hours events.
It appeared to be fashioned from soft black satin. It was very sexy, but in a subtle understated way.
It had a slit in the front down to her navel and plunged in the back down to her tail bone, it was shorter than what she'd usually wear, but the jacket was long and would cover her up when needed.
It called out for her to try it on. When she did--she was stunned--it looked good in the three way dressing room mirror, with or without the coat.
Since It was marked down so drastically, it was impossible not to buy.
Thinking something had to be wrong with it, she asked the clerk who assured her, saying, it was just that the right person for the dress had not shown up.
"The only reason it's priced so low, is because I have to clear out the old stock to make room for the new that's due to arrive any day now."
On an impulse, she told the clerk she'd wear it and then found a four inch pair of fuck me Versace Stiletto's in the same shade and fabric of the dress.
The clerk brought in to the dressing room a pair of black silky hose, matching bikini garter belt and a strapless push-up bra plus a chic designer bag that matched it all.
Normally she would have mixed it up a little, added some color, but the all black look was so striking it stood on its own and didn't need any help except from the three point diamond stud earrings she already had on.
Her ebony diamond studded cell phone cover held her phone casually on the black evening bag strung over her shoulder.
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On an impulse, Kim decided not to go back to her room before meeting Mac--she thought if she did--she might chicken out on wearing her new outfit to meet him for dinner.
Normally, she only wore attire that was business like around Mac--but tonight--tonight she was feeling wild and daring.
Looking in the dressing room mirror, she ran a comb through her straight long blond hair and touched up her make-up, putting a little more on than she usually would.
Tucking her hair behind one ear, she was ready to go, satisfied she looked hot.
It was crazy, but looking so sexy sent a surge of energy through her body, a flush into her cheeks and confidence into her step.
Handing over her credit card, she asked the clerk to remove the tags and have concierge deliver the clothes she'd worn into the store--back up to her room.
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Ten minutes later, Kim made her grand entrance into the Hilton's Etrusca Dinning Room to meet Mac.
Spotting him from the entrance, she watched his eyes pop as she walked towards him with the maitre d' following close behind her stealing glances at her lovely rear view.
Getting up he gave her a short princely bow and pulled out her chair, letting out a low growl.
"Wow. You blow me away . . . am I dreaming?"
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The wine steward poured their wine in the midst of an awkward silence. When he left Mac raised his glass and toasted her.
"Got a hot date Kim?"
"Something like that."
"I take it he will be joining us?"
"No, at the last minute, he let me know I would have to dine alone with you."
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Sitting there with Mac before her, his intoxicating scent filled her nostrils.
She could've sworn she was breathing in sex, that his testosterone was hanging in the air between them telling her loud and clear, that it had been a very long time since she'd dressed to please a man.
Lure would actually be a better word, but that much she couldn't even admit to herself.
"Actually Mac, I just had a most wonderful and unexpected shopping experience in the Hilton's Boutique."
Grinning he told her, "I can tell Kim, quite an experience."
"You know how I hate to shop. But when I went downstairs, I found all this--figured it could be perfect for my high school class reunion."
"Makes sense to me."
"Then when I tried it on. I got the idea to wear it here--to get your re-action and see if you thought it'd be okay for my big night as well as the Chamber's New Year's Eve at the Charles."
"You look positively stunning! I can't imagine anything better."
"Oh Mac, thank you. I'm so glad you like it. It's gonna save me time, not having to shop for New Year's when we are so busy."
"Do I get to take you out New Year's in exchange for being your wardrobe consultant tonight?
"Yes, come to think of it, who else but my best friend and body guard?"
Reaching over and taking her hand in his, Mac shocked her by bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it as he gazed in her eyes with tears in his own.
She quickly took it back but felt the heat of him in the center of her palm. She hadn't felt anything that good in a long while.
Reminding herself, she paid the man's salary, and that he may not really like her as much as she was reading into it, she wondered why her heart was beating so fast, why she was so overwhelmed by his gesture.
But it didn't stop there. Through dinner, Mac continued to flirt with her, she didn't know what else it to call it.
That and the wine put her on a high and she got lost in his eyes, heard herself blurting out, "Mac, you are so amazing, what's come over you? . . ."
Kim was feeling like she'd never really seen Mac before, like she was in a dream with Prince Charming, not her platonic friend who had gradually become her buddy over the past year.
Mac tried not to get carried away from her comment. It was obvious she was not being herself, had drank to much wine.
After deciding to split a Etrusca Creme Brew-Lay for dessert and waiting for the band to start up, Mac slid his chair over next to Kim.
Hand resting on her shoulder, he asked, "Will you be okay by yourself for the next twenty minutes? I have something I need to do."
"No problem Mac, I have phone calls I need to make anyway."
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Kim was so high on him by this point, she would have waited for hours with no complaint.
Making calls she found it was difficult to concentrate on any of them and she started making them all short. She was feeling so hot--so alive--her entire body tingled.
To make matters even more intense--two guys at the next table talking in Italian--kept looking over at her, smiling, making eye contact, licking their lips, blowing her kisses.
She'd never been a flirt, but she found her self batting her eyelashes, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she smiled at them in between calls. The juncture between her thighs was damp and throbbing.
When she saw Mac return, walk through the door towards her, her heart beat fast and she almost got up out of her seat and ran to him.
His dark hair was gelled and spiked, he had a diamond stud in his ear, and was wearing a black Valentino Tuxedo and brilliant white pleated shirt with no tie, and on his bare feet, he had on a brand new pair of black Prada Athletic Shoes that gave him a "I don't care that much," look.
His 5:00 shadow completed his "bad boy" look and complimented his outfit, made his sparkling white teeth look even whiter.
The maitre d' walked behind Mac carrying a silver bud vase with a long stem American Beauty red rose and set it down in front of her saying, "Compliments of a secret admirer."
"You weren't the only one who went shopping today Kim."
"Oh Mac" you look drop dead
gorgeous."
"So what do you REALLY think
Kim? Hey, I figured if you tried on your new look for me, I could try mine on for you. You weren't the only one who went shopping."
"I love it. It's transforming."
"I bought this in the Hilton Back Bay Boston Boutique two weeks ago, had it fitted there.
When I went back to pick it up, I was told it had been shipped
to their location here in NYC by mistake. Rather than have another mixup I told him I'd pick it up here."
"So what is the new tux for?"
"I wanted to impress you over the holidays."
"Are you serious?"
"More than you know Kim."
The band was playing and restaurant patrons were leaving as the nightlife crowd streamed in. The waiter appeared and said he would be leaving but Jonathan would continue to care for them.
Mack slipped him a gratuity telling him he appreciated his good service and offered to settle up the tab immediately if he'd prefer.
"We will be staying a little longer to enjoy the band."
The server grinned ear to ear and said, "I can well imagine you wanting to enjoy a dance with your beautiful lady and she, you."
Mac reached in his pocket and doubled his tip.
"Thank you my good man. This IS a special night for us."
"You are so generous and spontaneous tonight. I like that in you, it speaks volumes."
"Whisper that in my ear on the dance floor," he said.
Taking Kim's hand in his, he led her out to the now crowded dance floor. Putting his arms around her, and holding her close, they danced to a jazz rendition of "Unforgettable."
They had never been in each other's arms before. As they waltzed around the floor they spoke not a word. Body language was all that was needed.
Mac held her close, then closer, she had never recalled feeling so intense, being so aroused, wanting a man so badly, not even her Rogue when they fell in love.
She was energized and weak at the same time--she was a puppet in Mac's hands--she was so consumed by her lust, she would have covered him with kisses in the middle of the dance floor if he'd wanted.
They danced every dance. Neither of them wanted the magic to end.
When the last dance of the night played, it was as if no time had passed.
Where had it gone? It was as if it were only moment, but then too, as if they were suspended in eternity.
"It's been wonderful Kim. You looked so beautiful tonight. I will never forget this, the time we have shared here tonight."
"I won't either Mac. It has been like a dream. Thank you for making it even more special by wearing your tux."
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Mac walked Kim back to her room in silence and made a quick get away after obligatory polite hug at the door.
Back in his room he undressed and put his tuxedo back in its bag--got in the shower.
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Placing his palms on the wall and shoving his head under the shower, the water beat down upon him and he recalled her touching his hair and face on the dance floor, how he had to fight like hell to keep from putting his mouth on hers, tasting her as she'd put her leg in his crotch and leaned into him as they danced.
All he could think of was sliding his hand up under her dress, feeling her silk like skin, grabbing her ass, pulling her closer and burying his face into her big round breasts.
The last thing he needed in his life was the hots for the owner of the publishing company that paid his salary, but for some reason beyond him, his will power was gone, his body wasn't going to listen to logic.
He had to constantly remind himself, who she was, that she was the majority stock holder of the firm, not him. In the past he'd stayed away from any such compromising situations.
Now that he wasn't getting any younger, he really didn't want to start over again. Yes, sex with the owner of the company, was a bad idea for many reasons.
Still, it had been so long since he'd held a woman.
He'd given up a women a few years ago, after being jilted by a gold digger. Swore after that, getting serious over a woman was more trouble than it was worth. But Kim wasn't just any woman.
Over the past year he'd learned her well, who she was. She'd worked his way into his heart.
But he didn't want to think about that, it was the last thing on his mind, he just wanted to fuck her and bad.
He soaped up his cock and started to jack off, he didn't give a crap anymore, all he knew for sure is he wanted her in bed with him, wanted to hold her, keep doing it with her, all night long, the two of them going at like wild animals.
It was feeling oh so good, imagining her with him, he pictured her as he built up friction, pretended the hole in his fist was her closing around his thickness, clamping down on it, thrusting with him.
Suddenly he thought he heard a voice. With the water running, he could not hear it clearly, but he thought it sounded like Kim on speaker.
Shutting it off the water, he grabbed a towel. Before he could find the phone it rang again.
This time he could hear Kim's voice but he still hadn't found his phone, but he could hear her voice, and this time loud and clear.
"Mac, help me. I'm outside your door. I locked myself out of my room when I went out for ice. The hotel won't let me in without identification. I need your help in accessing my junk."
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To Be Continued:
"Don't Touch My Junk" Part 4
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