I’d been up since 6am, having only gotten four hours of sleep the night before. The party had gone well, the show was a success, and the afterparty was in full-swing. I wanted nothing more than to get out of there, walk in my front door and strip my way up the stairs to the bedroom and pass out.
But there were still hours to go between now and then. I still had to be “on.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, thank you so much for coming! Oh, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’d love to catch up next week and give you an update on our next project. I think you’ll definitely want to be involved in it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. He was standing at one of the high-tops, sipping a drink and eye-fucking me as he had been most of the night. I’d warned him that I had to be on my best behavior.
“I need to be a good girl tonight. The other kind of good girl,” I’d responded quietly when he’d come up behind me, put his firm hand on the small of my back a the bar and whispered, “I’d love to take you to the coat check room and fuck your face right now, you dirty little whore.”
I mean, it’s not like I hadn’t thought of it. But, there’s a time and a place. There’s being a good girl, and there’s being a good girl.
He’d backed off after that, but every so often I’d glance around and spot him somewhere nearby, watching me.
When it got close to 11pm, I started preparing myself for the challenge ahead. Pretty soon I’d make the call to shut down the open bar and start gathering my volunteers to pack up the event. The crowd was starting to thin out. My bosses were making their rounds, drunk of course. She’d given me the biggest hug. “I have no idea how you pulled this off, but it was the best year ever!” She says that every year.
My parents were still here, but I could see they were starting to fade as well. I looked over at my friend and smiled. “Soon” I mouthed to him. He grinned back, and walked over.
“Now,” he said as he walked past me and up the stairs toward the room we’d been using for storage.
I took a quick peek around. Nobody seemed to be looking for me.
“Sam,” I said to my assistant, who was finally enjoying her first drink of the evening. “I’m going to head upstairs for a few minutes. Need a few minutes of quiet.”
She looked over at the staircase where he was standing there like Leo in Kate’s dream sequence, and laughed.
“Right. Quiet. Okay, I’ll keep everyone out.”
She knows what I’m about, you see. She knows.
I turned toward the stairs. Once he was satisfied that I’d follow, he turned and continued his ascent, disappearing behind the wooden shutters that separated the lounge area from the changing rooms.
By the time I walked into the room his cock was already out of his pants and in his stroking hand.
“Do your thing, slut.”
I fell to my knees in my evening gown and took him into my mouth. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but it wouldn’t take long to get him there. I was quite well acquainted with his favorite techniques.
I could hear the murmurs of conversations below. Suddenly, a conversation came through the walls like it was being broadcast over a megaphone.
“Oh, we LOVE having phi as part of the team! You must be so proud!”
“Yes, yes. We are. We come to this event every year, and we’re always so impressed with how well it turns out!”
It was my mother and my boss …talking about me. I was less than 15 feet from them, and separated only by a few pieces of slatted wood.
I heard him laugh. “That’s right. Listen to them talk about what a “good” girl you are. Fucking whore. What kind of good girl makes me wait all night to do what I want, huh?” He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed his cock toward the back of my throat. As if to make a point, he pushed harder until I started to struggle back for air.
“What, you need to breathe now?” He held me down a few seconds longer before pulling my head back by the hair.
“You breathe when I tell you to breathe.”
“Yes, Sir,” i whispered.
“You’re not leaving this room until I’ve seen my come on your tongue,” he continued, “so the longer you take, the more likely you get caught.”
I resumed my worship, using every technique I’d cataloged as his preference
He was starting to shake, the tell-tale sign that I was getting close. Then i heard their voices again. “I haven’t seen her in a few minutes. Sam! Sam, do you know where phi went? Her parents are leaving and want to say goodnight.”
Sam knew I’d be able to hear. “Uhh…I can go check around for her.”
“Maybe she’s upstairs?” It was my mom.
“Uhh…let me go check,” Sam responded, her voice louder than usual.
I pulled off his cock, and he grabbed and forced me back on.
“Don’t you fucking stop. I don’t care who comes up here. You don’t get up until my come is sliding down your throat.”
It only took another thirty seconds or so. He came right we heard the knock at the door. He just looked at me. I opened my mouth and showed him his come on my tongue.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Tell her to come in, then swallow it.”
I pleaded with my eyes. There was a second tap at the door. “Phi, your mom is looking for you,” Sam’s voice announced.
“Come in,” I said, mouth full of come, as I stood up. I swallowed just as the door opened.
She looked at us both and laughed.
“Ok, Boss,” she said. “I’ll tell her you’ll be down in a minute. You might want to fix your lipstick.” She walked back out, shutting the door behind her.
When I turned to look at him, he was looking very pleased with himself.
“See, phi?” he grinned. “You can be both kinds of good girl in the same night. Now, get your ass back to work, before I put it to work for me.”
Phi is an erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, phi lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.