I sip on my drink with my laptop propped on my lap, typing away at my keyboard as I try to enjoy the summer day. I had just moved to Los Angeles a year ago, and still wasn’t quite used to the warm weather, despite purchasing a modern estate with a pool in the back. Though I had originally decided to buy it to help me relax, I couldn’t quite seem to do so, as my mind couldn’t help but constantly think of ways to improve my company.
I currently own a designer fashion brand, which had begun while I was still in high school living with my parents, and blew up over the past few years. I had worked day and night to get it to this point, and owed a lot of it to people who believed in me and wanted to invest.
I still felt somewhat out of place in the high fashion society, wondering if people could tell how young I was, and worried they would think of me as naive or inexperienced.
It was part of the reason why I couldn’t get myself to stop working, despite living in the house of my dreams in Calabasas. I put a lot of weight on myself, worried that my failure meant the loss of a job for my staff, as well as proving my haters right.
I was still typing away when Jess, my assistant, rang my phone. She never called me for something trivial, and I always made sure to take her call as much as I possibly could, even during important meetings and late at night. “Jess?” I answered, already ready to go.
“Relax.” She chuckled over the phone, “I just wanted to ask you if you’re interested in attending the grand opening of a new art studio tonight.”
I almost groaned at the thought. I had imagined myself spending the rest of the evening alone, maybe with a glass of my favorite red wine while binging some more television - I hadn’t expected to be invited out to an event so last minute. The truth was, I needed to stay relevant for my company to stay on top. That meant going to as many events as I possibly could, and getting my name and face out there. An invitation meant I had to agree, and Jess knew I wouldn’t say no if my schedule was open. “Is it at least a nice studio?” I asked, setting my laptop on the glass table next to me.
“It’s pretty high end. There’ll be some celebrities there for sure,” she said. That piqued my interest. It was always fun seeing someone I knew wear something I had helped design.
“I’ll be there,” I said.
“Okay, the car will pick you up at 7p.m,” she said.
I shook my head, then realized she wouldn't be able to see me, “No, I’ll drive there on my own. Just text me the address.”
“Ok, sir,” she replied, and I hung up. I still had a few more hours to kill, and I spent the first bit finishing my email, then jumping into the pool. I tried to visit the gym as often as possible with my busy schedule, and I found the pool to be the perfect escape for my mind to wander and my body to stay in shape. I did as many laps as I possibly could, eventually emerging from the water, gasping as I panted heavily. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed inside, already spotting the mess I had made the week before.
I typically tried to clean up at least once a week, but at times I was so busy with work I just couldn’t muster the energy to do it, and since I was single, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Of course, I could've hired a maid, but I had a specific way of doing things, and just couldn’t justify paying someone when I could just do it myself.
And so, still in my swimming trunks, I spent the next two hours cleaning the house, brooming the entire floor and mopping it before sticking my laundry in. I had music blasting on the speakers the entire time, and was so into it I had almost completely forgotten about the event. I checked my phone for the time, swore, then raced to the master bathroom, already stripping down.
I took the fastest shower I possibly could, dried myself, then walked to the walk-in closet. I flipped through my clothes, which consisted mostly of my own brand. I picked out a blue dress-shirt and black suede pants, then made sure the black and white sneakers I chose were what really made me stand out. I loved to dress business-casual, since a lot of people expected me to look good for the company, but also expected me to dress my age, which was still pretty young in comparison to other designers.
I stared at myself in the long mirror set in my room, making sure I looked presentable. I was roughly 6’2” with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a few freckles on my face. Because of the frequent gym visits, I was fairly slim and toned, though wasn’t bulky by any means - that just wasn’t my style. I typically wore glasses, but that day chose to wear contact lenses instead, though I liked to change that up from time to time. I liked to keep my hair shaggy and messy as well, with just a little bit of gel to keep it up.
Finally content with how I looked, I stuffed my wallet and phone in my pockets then locked the door behind me, immediately hearing my garage open up for me. Though Jess usually hired someone to drive me around, I still preferred to go on my own at times, especially on routes that didn’t have any traffic blocking my way. It was a Saturday evening, and I wanted to be able to drive my own vehicle and let loose a little.
I stepped inside my Porsche GT4 RS, adjusting the mirror before taking off.
It took around 15 minutes to get to the art studio, and I dropped off the key with the valet, making my way inside. The entrance itself was grandiose, and I had to drop my name for the guest list before the guards would let me in.
It seemed I had just made it in time, because the two owners, who appeared to be twin sisters, were calling people to attention, both wearing the same dress in different colors and beaming at the crowd. It was hard to tear my eyes away from the decor as I followed the crowd towards the center of the room. I knew I would have to take some time to examine the art alone when the presentation was over.
The twin sisters had clearly rehearsed many times, because their speech was absolutely flawless. I clapped with everyone else, stopping only to grab a drink from a waiter, a bubbly cider of sorts. A second after the presentation concluded, though, a woman grabbed onto my elbow, asking me if she knew me from somewhere. Thus began my multiple conversations throughout the night, trying to schmooze as many people as possible, as usual in the field. I was pleased to see a few people wearing my company’s designs, and had approached them to thank them for their patronage.
I felt as if I had spoken to hundreds of people, and had shook dozens of hands. It was not what I wanted my Saturday night to be, and I was feeling completely exhausted. I stepped aside, just wanting to have some breathing room.
I began looking through the gallery itself, mesmerized by the contemporary art. I wanted to take my phone out to snap some photos, since many of the designs felt almost inspiring, and made me want to get my hands on my computer to sketch some clothing out.
I was almost about to do so when a woman’s voice said behind me, “it’s wonderful, isn’t it? Though I don’t quite know what they’re trying to say here.”
I turned around to see a beautiful woman with a nose piercing, wide smile, and full lips. My eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards, staring at her body as her dress hugged tightly against her. She was wearing a short black dress with slightly ruffles and a slit down a single side, so high that I could see her thick thighs underneath. I could feel my throat run dry just looking at her. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman left me so speechless.
It took me a second to remember I had seen her before - wearing my own collection, no less. She had been hired to be a model for my limited summer collection last year, and we had published a magazine with some of her modeling inside. Realizing I had been staring at her for too long, I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t think it’s supposed to mean anything, really. Abstract art has been all the rage these days.”
She reached her hand out and I shook it almost immediately, marveling at how soft her skin was. It took us a second before we both pulled away. “I’m Jake,” I said, wondering if she knew who I was.
“Of course I know who you are,” she teased. “I’m Haley.”
“You modeled for us before, right?” I asked, though I knew I would never be able to forget a body like hers.
She nodded, her smile even wider than before, “yes, you remembered!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course I did, I’m still pretty involved in the company itself.”
“Aren’t you the owner? I thought you’d be too busy in Barbados or something,” she joked.
“No time. I’m still in charge of coming up with all the new designs, and you should see the amount of emails I get in one day,” I said, trying to go back to gazing at the artwork and not at her.
She shifted closer, studying it as well, “must be insane owning a company at such a young age.”
I looked at her, then back down to my fingers, “you’re right. I still can’t believe I’m here today. I still feel like a teenager sometimes.”
She sighed and nodded, “same. I have all these fans that freak out when they see me, and purchase everything I’m a part of, but I sometimes feel like I’m not worth all of their love, you know?”
I couldn’t help but turn to face her, my eyes slightly widening at her revelation. “Do you want to grab a drink?” I asked. She nodded, and we headed to the closest bar, both ordering for ourselves. We grabbed our drinks and headed to a corner, where a bench had been vacated just minutes before.
I couldn’t help but feel immediately at ease while chatting with her. I loved the way she laughed, and loved the way she seemed to listen to everything I said, hanging onto every word like it mattered to her. I hadn’t realized how long I had been missing something like that - or if I’d ever experienced it before. I wanted to keep talking to her, and was worried she would stand up and excuse herself at any moment.
We spent the next hour or so walking around and admiring the artwork together, and I was delighted to find she had the exact sense of humor I did. We made fun of the same pieces, and were awed by some others, though I was getting a little exasperated by frequent interruptions, with people wanting to continue our conversation from earlier or wanting to chat with her. She seemed to want to find somewhere more personal as well, and she grabbed onto my hand, pulling me to a dark corner, where only a few wait staff frequented from time to time.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I joked, feeling more comfortable with her only after an hour.
“Perhaps… you did say you were single, right?” She smirked.
I crowded her against the wall, looking down at her piercing eyes, now framed by long fake lashes and cat-winged eyeliner. Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked up at me. “No, I don’t think I ever told you that…” I whispered.
“I may have searched you up when you were in the bathroom.” My eyebrows raised as I realized she was blushing. I had never pinned her as the type to get embarrassed, and I found it absolutely adorable.
Our bodies were pressed against each other, with neither of us willing to break eye contact. I could feel her hot breath, and my eyes flicked down to her lips, desperately wanting to taste it. “And why did you bother searching me up, hmm?” I asked, my voice even deeper than before.
“I was curious… what can I say? You intrigue me,” she admitted, biting her full lower lip. I couldn’t take it, my hands began trailing up her sides, hitching her dress slightly higher as I caressed her soft skin. Her ass felt incredibly juicy against my grip, and I felt myself begin to get hard. Fuck, she was driving me crazy.
“You intrigue me too, Haley,” I said before I pressed my lips against hers. She moaned, completely shocked by my intrusion, but soon began kissing me back. I pushed her harder against the wall and situated myself between her legs, hungry for more. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and her soft tongue completely maddened me as I kissed her back.
She pushed her finger into my hair, tugging at it as I began grinding against her. Gods, we could be spotted at any moment, but I couldn’t stop kissing her, and it felt like she was feeling the same. I pulled back from her lips slightly, looking down to admire how puckered it was from my kisses. “You’re a great kisser,” she panted, looking at mine as well.
“I’ll have to admit, it’s been a while for me,” I said, feeling my dick grow even harder in my pants.
“Me, too,” she said, to my utter surprise. I had expected a woman like her to have men falling in her lap constantly. “I don’t just make out with any man I see at an art studio.”
I chuckled, “first time at a grand opening?”
She laughed, and pulled me into her again. I couldn’t get enough of her, and bit her lower lip, nibbling at it as she moaned against me. “You’re going to have to try to keep quiet if you don’t want people finding us,” I scold, and begin kissing down her neck, sucking and nibbling at any spot I could find. She spelt absolutely amazing, and I couldn’t tell if it was her natural scent, perfume, or a combination of both.
I reached the spot between her neck and collarbone and she let out another moan. I flicked my tongue against it, getting another reaction. “Found my first sensitive spot,” I said, grinning into her smooth skin.
“I’m so wet right now,” she said suddenly, making me stop everything at once. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting again. I could see the intent in hers, like she was ready to go all the way in the secret corner we found. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or just her, but for once, I was desperate to be inside someone I had just met.
I reached down and shifted her panties aside, and hissed, feeling how wet she was for me. “Fuck, we barely started, Haley.”
“I know… I don’t know what’s up with me…” she said, looking embarrassed again.
“Don’t be shy, it’s so fucking sexy,” I said before plunging two fingers into her. She let out a loud moan, and I used my other hand to cover her as I began pumping into her. Fuck, she was so tight and warm, I couldn’t even imagine how my dick would feel deep inside of her. My cock was pulsing and straining, begging to be released.
I used my thumb to circle her clit, driving her even more crazy as she began grinding into me. “I don’t think I’d ever cum in public before,” she said, her eyes shutting from pure bliss. I continued to fuck her even faster with my fingers, wanting to see her body unravel. Her legs began to shake, and her moans became louder and louder against my hand, with her eventually biting my finger to contain herself. I pumped until she reached the edge, her body quivering beneath me as she slammed her head against the wall.
I could feel her juices soak me as her pussy clenched around me, and I fucked her until her orgasm subsided, my body still holding her steady.
I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed it in my mouth, tasting her juices. It was even better than I imagined, and I flicked to her eyes to see her staring at me, still looking hungry for more. “Do you really want to do this? Right here?” I asked, my eyebrows arching.
She palmed my cock over my pants, feeling just how hard I was, “it doesn’t look like you’ll be able to wait for much longer,” she grinned.
“You’re right,” I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, looking around us to make sure no one was nearby. I lifted her up, wrapped her legs around my back, and aligned myself against her soft pussy.
“I—” she began, but was cut off when I thrust deep inside of her. She gasped, her eyes closing once more as she adjusted to the length of my cock inside of her. “Fuckkk…” she moaned.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as well, trying to make sense of how hard she was squeezing me. I pulled out and thrust inside of her again, this time getting all the way inside. She moaned, and I barely cared if anyone spotted us - all I wanted was her to cum again with my cock deep inside of her.
I held onto her waist as I began thrusting, my whole body pushing her against the wall with every slam. Her pussy milked me as she met me thrust for thrust as she moaned my name over and over again. I had never felt pleasure quite like this before, and my body was tensing all over, trying to contain everything I was feeling.
She was just so fucking tight, and it had been so long since I fucked someone I could already feel myself getting close. “Play with your clit, baby,” I commanded, and she listened, pushing her fingers between us to stroke herself. I wanted us to cum at the same time, and began slowing myself, trying to get her there first, “cum for me again, Haley,” I demanded. Her legs began to shake once more, and it took me all of my effort to keep her up against the wall with me inside of her. As soon as I felt her pussy clench even tighter, I began thrusting again, and felt her body fall apart as she came once more. Her squeezing was my kryptonite, because I felt my balls tighten almost immediately. Hot cum began pumping out of me as my dick expanded inside of her, with the two of us moaning so loud in unison someone would definitely be able to hear us.
It took us a while to calm down, and when we finally did, I pulled out of her, setting her back down on the ground. “That was, by far, the craziest thing I’d ever done,” I said, still panting.
She rested her head on my shoulder, nodding in response.
“Want to go back to my place?” I asked, eager to continue spending time with her.
She nodded again, still unable to speak coherently.
I petted her hair, hugging her close as I felt her relax against me. The act of holding her close was almost as good as the sex itself and my mind raced, thinking of everything I still wanted to do to her and with her. What was happening to me?