Taken (Dark Desires 1)
“Fuuuuck,” I said, my words slurring. My knees began to buckle. I swayed as I shook off my cock and wiped my pissy hand on the towel hanging over the rack.
“Sleep…” I said, holding my hands out again to steady myself. I made it to the bed and crawled in beside the naked blonde.
Cassidy…
Carlotta…
I wiggled over onto my back. I put an arm over my eyes to shield them from the daylight coming through the broad windows.
I was just starting to drift off when I felt the woman roll into me. She put her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. I felt her lips on my nipple. Her hand slid down my stomach to my cock, which responded by immediately getting hard.
“You want to fuck or just a blowjob?” she cooed, working her hand up and down the length of my cock.
I sighed without removing the arm from my eyes. “You choose,” I said.
I felt her lips trailing down my stomach. Her mouth replaced her hand on my cock. I heard her hum. I lifted the arm enough to glance down at her.
She was looking back at me, smiling, with my cock wedged in her cheek.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
She slid my cock out of her mouth and licked her lips. She said, “Candy. Don’t you remember?”
“Candy… right…” I sighed and closed my eyes. “Please proceed. Candy.”
Kate
I was certain that Walter hadn’t meant to, but amid all his rambling bullshit, he had given me an ingenious idea.
I wanted to convince Sean Donovan to let me shadow him for a couple of weeks. I knew he wouldn’t let frumpy Kate Asher from Sports Insider Online tag along to his games and after-hour parties, but he might let a buxom blonde journalist from Playboy or Maxim, especially if he was trying to get in said buxom blonde’s panties.
I left Walter’s office and went straight down the hall to chat with Drucilla Darcy, the amazingly-talented graphic artist responsible for the design of the Sports Insider Online website and the layout of the magazine.
Drucilla – Dru to her friends -- was a thirty-something lesbian with buzzed hair and no boobs. She wore no makeup or jewelry, and dressed in men’s jeans and loose flannel shirts. She tells everyone that the only reason Walter hired her was because he thought she --“Drew”-- was a man. And she didn’t bother correcting him until several months after she was hired.
I’ll never forget the look on Walter’s face right after Dru told him that she didn’t have a “cock and balls” (that’s a quote). His mouth fell open and he sort of froze for a moment. His eyes went up and down Dru’s thin frame, then he cleared his throat and said, “Well, of course, you’re a girl… I mean… I knew that… What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
Dru’s door was open. I stuck my head in and asked, “Hey, you busy?”
Dru looked up from the massive computer screen on her desk and gave me a smile. “Hey, you,” she said. “What’s up.”
“Can I talk to you about something?” I asked.
She pushed back from the computer and waved me in. “Sure…
I closed the door and pulled up a chair so we could talk quietly. I said, “I need some business cards.”
She blinked at me. “You mean you need to order more business cards? I think Walter’s secretary handles that. I just lay them out and send her the file for the printer.”
“No, I don’t need more of my Sports Insider business cards,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t even give those things away. I need a special business card, one that will get me in the door at Kings Stadium.”
Dru leaned back and folded her skinny arms over her flat chest. She gave me a sideways look. “What’s going on, Kate? And don’t give me the old ‘it’s better if you don’t know’ routine. If I’m going to forge a card for you, I need to know why.”
I glanced at the closed door and leaned in to lower my voice. “Do you know who Sean Donovan is? Wide receiver for the Kings?”
“Of course,” she scoffed. “Lesbians follow football, too, you know. What about him?”
“I want to interview Sean Donovan,” I said. “But he won’t talk to anyone from SIO. We’re even banned from the stadium. So, I was thinking…”