Corporate Babies - Leah

When i received these tickets from clients that I had completed work for, I was so excited, I mean, I must be doing something right, right? If I was receiving free tickets from them to attend balls or banquets or whatever, they are calling these things these days. But, now I'm thinking they strongly disliked me, don't get me wrong i was excited to dress up and even have my hair all done up but this must be one of the most lamest functions i have been to that i can remember. All they have here is stuffy old music and stuffy old food, wait I mean, I'm sure the food is fresh and all but the idea is so old, like the idea isn't innovative, just over used. But wow, the venue is at least amazing, the old town hall that has seen it all - wow, I'm a poet and didn't even know it, no brain, focus! I make my way to the edge of the stuffy old crowd and I look up at the high ceilings then study the walls with the news articles hanging on them. They basically give a timeline for the town, from each mayor sworn into office to when the only bank in town got hold up. The columns are my favorite, a little unnecessary if you ask me but gorgeous none the less. Roman design that gives the room a little more zest. I shiver because you can practically feel the history in this building. I go back to people watching the guests, keeping to the theme even they are stuffy and old, their arm candy or trophy wives look as bored as I feel - the men in their tuxedos and the ladies in their gorgeous dresses and fine glitter. I, myself, look amazing if I do say so myself. I went with the always classic LBD 'Little black dress' that the long skirt swirls around my legs as i move but kept sexy with the slit going up my legs, a little risque in this crowd with their hearts as a concer, i smile at my thoughts, getting a few weird stares from the moving crowd. I look down at the little cleavage showing with my sweetheart neckline, making sure that everything is staying put where it should and the breathtaking bodice (not because its stunning, no its because i can hardly take a breath) together with my black stilettos heels that kill my feet, I can really understand that saying beauty is pain now. My long red curley hair is currently in an half up/down do with beach curls that fall down down my back, tickling it alittle and my makeup that i kept light but enhanced my green eyes and deep red lips. The only exciting thing in this place is the open bar, that I have left my post of holding up the wall because I need a damn refill if i am going to get through the night. When I say that the bar is the only non stuffy place I'm just not talking about the alcohol but also the design, its situated in the middle of the ballroom and is almost entirely made out of glass with LEDs lights strung all over the bar structure casting a glow, very fancy and impressive. I slip into a empty space infront of the bar and single the barman who walks my way after pouring his last ordered drink "A screwdriver, heavy on the vodka, please," I request with a wink and follow up with a smile when he actually looks grateful for my non-stuffy drink order. Maybe I should stick to the status quo and order the stuffy drink everybody else is drinking but then i think no way, I'm just a rebel like that, wink, all of this takes place in my head of course, if I actually winked I think people will think I'm insane. I am pulled from my thoughts when the drink is placed in front of me, i am once again impressed with my new hang out spot when a vibrant yellow tall glass with a fancy straw which almost calls for a indulgence moment of silence. "So, not a fan of the hard liquor?" An accented deep voice that makes me shiver in a good way, but i can hear the hint of sarcasm coming through. Which of course demands a come back with a hint of respect as i respect my olders, but as I look up with one ready to fire, I just freeze and stare. My lack of comment is not because he's hot, don't get me wrong, he is, but because he is around my age. I feel like it’s a unicorn kind of discovery in this crowd. He laughs, and I realize I said that out loud, which makes my face burn out of the shame. "Notice the age gap, have you?" I laugh and look around giving myself a second to catch my breath and to control my blush "No kidding, was there a requirement I missed on the invite 'must be sixty-five or over' I mean, what are the statistics to make it possible?" he actually is laughing harder. We have now faced each other and are standing very close thanks to the crowded bar He leans in, and my heart gives a little flutter. "Did you notice who was putting this shindig together?" he raises his dark eyebrow which is the same color as his hair, dark enough to be black, Making his dark blue eyes pop "Nope, I usually just read what it's about and who's it for, I assume whoever is hosting uses the typical MO so I skip that part" I feel the embarrassed hot barn on my cheeks so i take a sip of my drink to give myself a minute to cool down but i cant help but let my eyes run over him. He’s actually beyond hot, and I mean GQ hot, especially in that suit . Wow, I mean, who knew he could pull off a suit in a sea of tuxedos. It certainly helps that he's tall but not lanky, Mediterranean skin that's perfect. A swimmer's physique just finished the whole assembly off, yum. Bring my focus back to his face when I realize he's speaking. "Well, it's the wealthy retirement club and their significant other who pulled all this together.” i nod my head like we have solved the universes problems "Ah that explains it, " I say, trying not to giggle. "Explains what?" he arches those damn perfect eyebrows again, girl focus! "Why the trophies wife's where allowed off their shelve" I said with a serious face and watch him take a sip from his whiskey then see the light bulb go off which causes a train reaction to him spraying his whiskey all over me "Ah Merda, I am so damn sorry" He reaches over the bar counter for the napkins and quickly gathers a bunch and without thought proceeds to dab my boobs, placing my hand on his to holt his cleaning mission, he notices and looks up my with questions in his eyes. "Whoa! Down boy, at least buy me dinner first. " I giggle with a wink. Realization falls into his eyes then a naughty smirk brightens up his face and makes an even better suggestion "I have a better idea, let's get out of here" now the naughty smile takes over my face and we both quickly down our drinks, place our empty glasses on the bar and a goodbye wave to the barman which i could swear he looks sad that im going, must be my order. Turns out we never made it to the dinner part of the evening that my brain was imagining or even out of the building for that matter. We made it to a small closet that I'm assuming is the cloak closet as its as it's literally a room full of coats. It's a safe bet to make. I stand in the entrance, looking around the room, hoping no one is around, but I think the assistant is obviously enjoying the pensioner activities. I take a deep breath and walk into the room, now I'm wondering how on earth i'm going to find my coat with so many hanging in here, I hear a sexy growl behind me making the goosebumps rise but before I can even put two thoughts together. Strong arms twist me around and lifts me, i wrap my arms and legs around this gorgeous man and feel that he has walked over and slams against into wall, f**k thats hot, i moan my assessment. I am positioned onto the ground and i can barely hold myself up, the warm body that was holding me up a second ago, is gone and before i can register disappointed i hear the door slam and I swear I hear the lock. I am suddenly pushed back into wall and he he is kissing me while pulling my leg up, oh my, sooo hot. I don't normally indulge in this type of activity, I'm not a Virgin or a prude or anything like that but I'm at least a third date before heavy petting kind of girl but the way he’s kissing me senseless while pulling my dress up to expose my thong. Oh my Gosh! Something tells me this is going to be quick and very, very hot. My best friend, Olivia, always tells me I need to let loose and live a little, so here goes nothing, I smile in the middle of the kiss knowing how jealous she’s going to be. I hear a zipper slip then suddenly I feel the length of his c**k in me I let out a deep moan and realize he's snapped my g-string off and that's the last thought I have before he's slamming into me that just let's me feel.