Page 40 of Sugarplum

I was finishing up a report when I got his reply. “Sure. I’ll take you to my place.”

Hell fucking yeah. Just a few weeks ago I was single, lonely and a virgin. Now I was constantly thinking of sex, fingering my pussy whenever I could and I got two hot guys trying to take me out.

When I was done with work he already texted me, telling me to wait for him in the parking lot. So I did. As soon I texted that I was there he drove up in a gorgeous, red luxury car and greeted me with the hottest smile I’ve yet seen. For a very quick moment I felt a little guilty but only because I was wearing the same red dress Dylan had bought me but now I was wearing it with a different guy.

“Hi,” he greeted as he waved at me and opened the passenger door. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then stepped into his car. I waited as he walked around and got back into the driver’s seat.

“Thanks for asking me out,” I told him as I locked in my seat belt. “I honestly had no fucking idea what to do after work today.”

Michael laughed and began to drive out of the company lot and to the highway. “Your friend Ysabel, she’s a real character, isn’t she?”

That sounded a little bit off. I didn’t push it though. “Yeah, she can be a real bitch sometimes but we’ve been together forever. You get used to it.”

“That’s a hard personality to live with though,” he commented. “We’re not here to talk about Ysabel though, I want to talk about you, honey.”

I smiled at the way he called me ‘honey’ and looked at him with a curious eye. “Why did you ask me out, by the way?”

“How many men asked you out before?” he answered my question with a question of his own. “Be honest now.”

I didn’t mind him evading my question. I can pressure him later on. “Before you? Six.”

“Your whole life you only dated six men? How many did you sleep with?”

That was not a question I’d expect for a first date, especially with a guy I just met. “If I’m as honest as honest can get, will you promise to tell the truth too?”

“Of course,” Michael quickly answered. I doubted he was being honest in that very moment.

“I’ve only had sex once in my whole life,” I told him. “I just lost my virginity to the last guy I was with. Short answer is that no, I did not sleep with any of them but the last guy.”

Michael looked at me with an expression of disbelief. He then smiled and reached out to me, putting his hand on my leg. “You are one very interesting little girl, aren’t you?”

I felt very uncomfortable with him putting his hand on me like that but I didn’t say a word. “I try to be, I guess.”

He took a right turn and we began to drive into the executive village just north of downtown. This was a very different side of the city, definitely more high class than where me and Ysabel lived. I wondered if Dylan lived here. I barely remembered the details since I was unconscious during the ride going there and in a rush when we were heading out.

“So, you’re in the admin department, huh?” I asked, trying to get a different topic going or at least have a steady conversation.

“Yeah, honey,” he said with confidence and pride. Jerk. “I’m the boss of everybody since I only answer to the guys on the board and the big boss.”

I turned away a bit so he couldn’t see me rolling my eyes. He was so full of himself I was starting to regret even coming with him. There was no spark at all with this guy except for the dumb fact he was hot. Nice going, I’m going out with the football jock.

“Wow,” I said with a slightly sarcastic tone which I hoped he didn’t catch. “I bet girls are just lining up for you, huh?”

He shrugged but I saw the look of pride in his face. “Just the usual hoes.”

I couldn’t say anything to that and just settled with looking at him while he continued to drive. He kept his one hand on my leg and every now and then I’d feel him tap his fingers on my skin or raise his hand a little bit. Each time he did I’d squirm just a little.

Don’t get aroused, he’s a fucking dickwad. I kept repeating that phrase in my head but each time I looked at him I felt a little bit of heat burning in my guts. It didn’t take long and I was feeling a little anxiety building between my legs. I didn’t mean to but his touch was beginning to get me wet.

“Michael,” I whispered when he began to raise his hand again. It was now well up on my thigh and now pushing against my mini-dress. My breathing was beginning to get heavy and slow. I bit down on my lip and looked up at him.

“Almost there, honey,” he said as he finally took a last turn and up a driveway. When I looked out the window I saw we were coming up into a large condominium building. It looked like a hotel, to be honest.

“You live here?” I just had to ask.

He smiled and looked at me, “I own this place.” He seemed to imply he was impressing me but all I could think of was his hand being so close to my pussy. Michael then looked down at his hand on my leg. I could have sworn he licked his lips too.

“Michael,” I whispered again.

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