Submitting to Her(20)

"Is that right? Maybe we should be talking to them about Health Professional."

"It's part of the package I've prepared."

"You can show me your package when we get to my apartment, Jones."

I looked back to see her slip her panties aside, her hands moving over her pussy. My cock was so hard as I sat there, not quite knowing what to say. I could smell the faint but growing aroma of her arousal as she touched herself, and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Turn here," she said, directing me into a residential street off the little park at the top of the hill.

I managed to focus enough to slot the car into one of the few available places on the street, and then Zoey leaned forward, and suddenly covered my face with what I knew instantly was her underwear. I breathed in the exhilarating scent of her perfume and her pussy.

"Are you ready to serve, Jones?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

"Good. I think this evening I need a massage."





*





Zoey had a great place. It was a row house - the end unit - two floors and a basement offering high ceilings and stylish interior decor. Walking through the first floor's open plan kitchen living space, which had the interior wall left as bare brick to give the place a cozy, slightly artsy feel, we ascended to a second floor that was white-washed throughout. This place had to be three times the square footage of the cruddy suburban apartment I shared with Robin. Spacious, bright, clean, it made me suddenly covet her VP's salary.

The massage table was already set up in her bedroom, making this after-hours visit appear a touch premeditated. It was a sturdy-looking table with a cushioned brown-leather top and strong steel legs that could probably have propped up a rhino or two. Not a cheap massage table at all.

"I used to play tennis in college," she explained as she noticed the look on my face. "I was always getting muscle strains, so I used to get regular massages."

I actually found myself pleased to find the old thing was a trifle dusty, it hadn't been used in a while. Somehow the thought of her using it, that some masseur had touched her body while she'd been stretched out before him, caused flickers of jealousy within me.

"Hey, there's some towels in the closet down the end of the hall," Zoey said, removing her glasses, then ushering me away as she began to unfasten the buttons on her white shirt. Calling after me, "Oh, and get some oil from the bathroom, Jones!"

The stack of towels was easy enough to find, and even they had a hint of luxury about them - white and fluffy like the kind you'd want to steal from a top hotel. The oil was hidden away behind the mirrored door of a bathroom cabinet above the sink. Coconut-scented.

I returned to find her removing her white lace bra, leaving such a stunning sight that it made me pause a moment or two before re-entering the bedroom.

"Put the big towels down for me to lie on," she said, assuming I was there, so denying me the ability to wait and gawp.

She already had a small towel - a bright pink one - which she had hung around her waist. She climbed onto the massage table and lay face-down. I draped my jacket over the arm of one of the couches, and then proceeded to roll up my shirt sleeves, knowing I'd only get oil all over them otherwise.

"Your briefing was good, Jones. You should definitely get a reward for that. I think conversation privileges for the rest of the evening might be a suitable reward, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Okay, we'll relax our Question rule."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"You going to take off your clothes? I can't see my beautiful cock if you don't," she said, her voice so smooth and seductive, lighting a fire within me.

She gave me a simple little silent nod, yet those expressive dark eyes of hers made it clear she wanted to watch me strip. I can tell you, it felt a lot easier taking my clothes off in the confines of her private apartment. I still found myself a touch nervous, but it was more about whether she was impressed by what she saw, whether this lowly man was ultimately going to be enough to maintain the affections of such a beautiful woman than the issue of violating company rules.

Lowly man. Wow, this beautiful woman was really affecting me. I was a regular gym user - I'd never had qualms about stripping off in front of girls before, and I'd been with countless. Yet somehow, with Zoey maintaining the balance of power in our fledgling relationship, it all felt more significant. There was more at stake, I was more desperate to make an impression, it was more important than ever that my audience should be satisfied with what I showed her.

"Mmm… that's better," she purred. "Underwear, too. What's the use of overstepping the boundaries of employment ethics if I can't see that wonderful beast?"