Who Done Her? - Sex Stories

Who Done Her?

... “What?” Ronnie looked concerned. “I need to get to the Winchester Hotel. Can you take me? Please say you can take me.” “Sure. No problem. Just let me settle my bill with Pam and I’ll pull the cab around.” *** I can’t even begin to imagine what a sight I must have been, as I stumbled my way into the vast expanse of marble, which was the impressive lobby of The Winchester Hotel. With my hair still wet from the skinny dipping in the pool and the smudging of make-up from the copious amounts of drugs, alcohol, and kissing, I can only guess that I must’ve looked like I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. My boss, David, was standing with his arms crossed, looking all superior and sexy in his tuxedo suit. His piercing eyes looked daggers at me. Before I managed to cause even more of a scene, he’d pulled me in the elevator and away from the eyes of any guests still awake after the charity evening he was attending at the hotel. All my inebriated courage vanished and I could feel myself sobering up by the second, with every disappointed look on his face. He remained silent until he’d pulled me into his room and shut the door. “What the fuck, Megan?” At hearing him say my name in that sexy deep voice of his, my brain overrode the notion that what was about to come from my lips was not acceptable in the least. “What’s wrong Mr Hunk Muffin? I know I might be a little bit drunk, but you can’t tell me that those clients didn’t have a good time.” I couldn’t suppress the hiccup that ...

... followed the statement. “A little bit drunk! Megan, you’re wasted and from the look in your eyes it’s not only from the drink.” I have to tell you, I’ve always lusted after him. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s not conventionally handsome, but he has such an air of authority and power about him that my knickers are always in a state of dampness when I’m around him. “I didn’t do anything too bad.” I tried to convince him and myself. “So taking two of our most important clients to a strip club and performing a three-way dance with some hookers isn’t too bad! I trusted you with this. You know how important it is that we get that contract. Fuck! I knew I should have told the charity I couldn’t make tonight. I never should have trusted you with such a big account.” “Candice isn’t a hooker, she’s a stripper. She only sucked his cock out of her own desire and not for money.” Hearing my own words just made me realise the lack of a real defence in my argument. “I should have known it was a stupid mistake to hire a little slut like you.” I really don’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was the thought that I’d already lost my job, maybe it was the fact that he’d touched a nerve by calling me a slut, I don’t know, but I slapped him hard around the face. I’m not sure where the rage came from, but I went to hit him again. He caught me in his strong grip. There was a moment, a pause, when I saw what was in his eyes, before his lips came crushing against mine. His eyes had shown me ...