Page 6 of Behind the Scenes
You would think someone with clients like hers would learn to have all her windows covered so that no one could see in. But maybe this was another quirk of hers.
Maybe she liked the idea of being watched.
I was more than happy to oblige.
I had checked all the apartments around, and none of them had the view into her office I had. If they did, I wouldn’t hesitate to pay the landlord to evict them. Or just kill them if they didn’t comply.
I don’t want anyone to see her. Not like this.
I had a perfect view of her chair, turned away from her desk. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in pleasure. Her entire blouse had been ripped open, and she was idly plucking one of her nipples as the girl between her legs feasted on her cunt.
But what captivated me the most was how she’d let her hair down, the silky strands falling down her back and shoulders. Something small that meant so much.
She made sure to have it up, except when she was getting fucked. It was a physical representation of the way she was letting go and enjoying herself. She made sure to put it right back up again when it was all over and steel herself like it never happened.
When I finally got my turn, I wanted to tangle my hands in it. To fist it. To force the all-powerful woman to bend to my will.
A part of me hated watching someone else give her what I so desperately yearned to, while another loved seeing her enjoy herself.
But then there was another part of me… One who got a sick satisfaction from watching the girl between her legs try and fail to make everything else disappear from the lawyer’s mind.
She can’t do it, but I could.
I was confident that if it were me in there with her, she wouldn’t even think about looking at the time. She wouldn’t have to pull my mouth closer to take control of the situation and get off faster.
I would know exactly what to do.
She wouldn’t be bored with me.
My phone vibrating in my jeans had me clucking my tongue in annoyance.
I didn’t have to look at the caller ID to know it was Julian, my manager.
“I’ll be there by dawn,” I said as soon as I accepted the call and lifted the device to my ear. I never took my eyes off the lawyer. Not as she was so close to coming. I couldn’t miss it.
“I know you’re in New York,” he grumbled. “If you don’t get your ass on a plane in the next two hours, you won’t make it to?—”
“I’ll make it.”
She was so close. I could see that it wasn’t easy for her to come, but she was working for it. It was coming. She was making sure of it. Her mouth was falling open slightly, and her eyes screwed shut, desperately trying to grab hold of the feeling and force her body to yield to it.
If I ever get my hands on her, she will have to beg me to stop making her come.
“They want to take advantage of the sunrise,” he said, clearly not picking up on my annoyance. “The forecast mentions clear skies, and you will need to?—”
“Has the director never heard of a green screen?” I growled into the phone.
“Harley, if you are not here, I cannot guarantee?—”
“Then don’t. Take me off the set.”
I hung up and threw my phone to the ground. The sound of it shattering was drowned out by the fast beating of my own heart as I watched her orgasm. Her face relaxed suddenly, and a smallsmile teased her lips. She was beautiful, as always, but there was something missing from it. SomethingIcould give her.
She had to work for it and was relieved when it finally came. I wanted her to never see it coming. To be swept away so fully by her orgasm that I would get thereal,unrestrained reaction to it.
What she gave that girl was a show.
And I wouldn’t settle for that.
