tayfair asked:
Lately, I've noticed some girls flirting with danger. Getting as close to an Alpha in the Zone as possible as some sort of... thrill sport. Actually, I've got a trip planned this weekend before buckling down for my new promotion. I'm pretty excited to get back to the office on Monday to brag about it and earn some more credibility among the higher-ups.
chrystalwynd answered:
*****
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Taylor entered her supervisor’s office as professionally as possible. Considering how close she was to getting the promotion, she didn’t want to blow it with an inadvertent slip-up now.
“Hi, Cynthia,” said Taylor. “You wanted to see me?”
Department head Cynthia Cantor looked up from her computer monitor as Taylor entered. Cynthia was perhaps ten years older than Taylor and she was known for her high energy and willingness to take crazy chances that the other department heads wouldn’t touch. Cynthia enjoyed high-risk-high-reward scenarios. Chancey though it could be, the approach worked for her, as her success and resulting power within the company attested. It made working for her a little frantic, but never dull.
“Hi, Taylor,” said Cynthia. “Yes, I do. Just a quick, informal chat.”
Taylor nodded. “Of course, Cynthia.”
Cynthia leaned back in her chair. “Tell me, Taylor, what do you want to achieve here at this company? In this department, for that matter?”
Taylor’s heartbeat accelerated. YES! The position of assistant to Cynthia- the number two position in the department, behind only Cynthia- was available, and Taylor was being seriously considered for the promotion!
“Oh!” said Taylor. “I’ve a great deal I want to achieve here! And I think I have some good ideas to offer. For instance-“
Cynthia held up her hand. “Hold it,” she said. “Rather than talk about it right now, I’d rather do it in a less formal setting. How about we discuss it over drinks at The Zone tonight?”
Taylor caught her breath. *Cynthia wanted to meet over drinks to talk about her ideas!* Cynthia didn’t waste time or gestures. If she was asking Taylor to meet her for drinks, that meant the promotion was absolutely within reach!
But then it occurred to Taylor where Cynthia had said she wanted to meet. Carefully she said, “The Zone?”
Cynthia nodded. “Yes, The Zone. I should hope you’re familiar with it. A number of our clients socialize there. If you’re planning on getting ahead, Taylor, you certainly need to be aware of more than just our clients’ business needs. At the corporate level, more decisions are made on golf courses and nightclubs than in the office. Remember that, Taylor.”
Chastened, I nodded. “Oh, yes, I’m familiar with it! I just thought…well…The Zone’s reputation…isn’t it…well…?”
Cynthia raised a well-manicured eyebrow. “Am I to understand that you’re intimidated by a bar’s *reputation*?”
Uh-oh. Being a wussy was *not* the way to impress a go-getter like Cynthia. “Intimidated?” said Taylor. “Not at all! I was just surprised, that’s all. I’d be honored to meet you there for drinks, Cynthia.”
“Good,” said Cynthia, her attention already back to her computer monitor. “Tonight, then. 9pm. And be sure to dress for the setting, not for work. Show me you know the difference.”
Taylor nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
But if Cynthia heard, she gave no sign. Taylor took the hint and left the office.
*****
Cynthia wanted to meet for drinks at The Zone!
This was big news for Taylor. Taylor might have had her doubts if Cynthia had said Club Catnip. That might have meant Cynthia was looking to seduce her. But The Zone? That was just Cynthia doing her edgy thing. She was balls-to-the-wall and she expected her potential assistant to be the same way. Well, Taylor was going to show she could roll that way just as easy as Cynthia could.
Dress for the setting, not for work? Fine. Taylor chose a daring short skirt. Not a mini, but close enough. The right heels. Blouse showing a sliver of belly. That should be daring enough for Cynthia.
It was time to meet Cynthia at The Zone.
*****
Cynthia nodded approvingly at Taylor’s fashion choice.
“Nice,” she said. “Solid, sexy, not flashy. You’ve passed your first test.”
Cynthia laughed to show she was kidding, but Taylor knew better.
Taylor glanced around as they entered. The Zone was actually a large building housing any number of clubs and bars inside. She knew they were in the common area known as Main Street, which was the largest bar in The Zone. She said, “Where do you want to sit?”
Cynthia smiled tolerantly. “We won’t be sitting here. You need to think bigger, Taylor. We’re going to Leverage.”
Leverage. Taylor nodded. She should have known. Leverage was a bar for a certain type of businessman or woman. Modern, cutting-edge, movers and shakers. Risk-takers. Powerful people made important decisions here over drinks…just like Cynthia had said.
Leverage wasn’t located in the Main Street area of The Zone, of course. It was one of the bars outside Main Street, in the part of Zone known as the Edge. The rooms, bars and clubs found in the Edge were generally more fun, more intense, more exiting that Main Street. And correspondingly more dangerous.
That was fine. Taylor was going to get this promotion and she was going to wear this trip to The Zone as a badge of honor when she did.
Taylor followed Cynthia down a hallway and around a well-lit corner. They approached a tastefully decorated archway. A large man in a tuxedo stood in front.
The tuxedoed man gave them what appeared to be a general-purpose look of disapproval. Then the man smiled.
“Good evening, Miss Cantor,” he said. “I apologize. I didn’t recognize your guest.”
Cynthia gave him a nod. “Good evening, Benny,” she said. “This is Taylor.”
“Of course, Miss Cantor,” he said. “I hope you enjoy your evening.”
And just like that they were in Leverage.
There was music playing, but it seemed more meant as background noise than to provide any kind of party atmosphere. The décor was modern and edgy, but tasteful. The whole room was neutral colors, but with slashes of neon and unexpected lines. Aquariums with various species of exotic fish from around the world were placed around the area. Leverage was a place where power-brokers could sculpt deals and enjoy exotic pleasures in equal measure.
They sat at a table overlooking the dance floor. Cynthia ordered their drinks. They made what felt like small talk for several minutes. Cynthia ordered them more drinks.
Taylor watched the dance floor with interest. Two tall, fit guys in well-tailored suits had stepped onto the dance floor. Two girls crossed the dance floor to start dancing with them.
Taylor shook her head. “Gold diggers,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Cynthia took a swallow of her drink, then said, “Nope. Thrill seekers.”
Taylor looked at Cynthia curiously. “What do you mean?”
Cynthia looked at the dance floor. “Those two men are Alphas. Getting that close to Alphas here without finding yourself with an embarrassing nine-month condition is practically a form of x-games here.”
“Alphas!” said Taylor, trying to keep the alarm out of her voice and failing.
“Yes, Alphas,” said Cynthia, a amused smile playing at her lips. “Does the though of Alphas intimidate you?”
Taylor opened her mouth, then closed it. Then she said, “Of course not! It just surprised me is all. That they would take chances like that, you know?”
Cynthia’s eyebrows rose. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Uh oh. “No, not at all!” said Taylor, backtracking. “I just meant…I mean..”
Cynthia nodded her head at the girls dancing, gyrating around the two Alphas. “Do you see that?” she said. “Do you know what that is? Well, I’ll tell you. That’s a microcosm of the business world, Taylor. Yes, those girls are taking a chance. But guess what? They’ve managed to get the attention of the whole bar. They’re flying in the face of risk and embarrassment…and they’ve everybody’s respect for it. And despite the danger, the fear…nothing’s actually happened, has it? So their fear was for nothing, but look at what they gained for it. Who wouldn’t want to hire that type of fire, that type of spirit to work for them? Who wouldn’t want somebody like that to be their assistant?”
Well, it wasn’t difficult to see what Cynthia was driving at. Another test. She wanted an assistant who wasn’t afraid to take chances and she was handing Taylor an opportunity to prove it.
Taylor drained the rest of her drink and set the glass down. She looked at Cynthia and said, “I’d like to stretch my legs a bit, if you don’t mind. Would you mind excusing me for a few minutes?”
Cynthia smiled and picked up her drink.
Taylor took that as permission to be excused. She stood and walked toward the dance floor with conviction.
She waited for a proper break in the music, then stepped in as the next song began. No stranger to the dance floor, Taylor moved in smoothly and began dancing with the dark-haired Alpha as if they had known each other for years.
The Alpha responded with moves of his own. He moved well, his steps confident, his form apparent. Like a jungle cat, a predator on the prowl. There was an erotic aura about his moves, something that suggested heat and pleasure and need.
Taylor worked around him, making a show of getting close to him, even pressing against him. He smelled good. So good. Strong, masculine. Powerful. A force of nature.
Taylor watched Cynthia out of the corner of her eye, not making it obvious, and she was gratified to see that Cynthia was taking it all in.
Another song started and Taylor decided to dance a little longer, just to make sure Cynthia knew she wasn’t intimidated by Alphas.
And she wasn’t. Taylor was realizing now that the supposed power of Alphas was urban legend. He was certainly attractive, yes, and Taylor was even prepared to admit she was experiencing a level of arousal that took some getting used to, but she wasn’t about to rip off her clothes and throw herself at the man.
The song finished and Taylor made her way back to the table. A fresh drink was waiting for her. She gave Cynthia a smile as she sat down.
“Refreshing,” said Taylor. “I find a little dancing always help take off the edge.”
“Nice to see you have a pair,” said Cynthia. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”
Taylor laughed and took a swallow of her drink. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew her hard nipples were obvious through her blouse. She tried to control her writhing hips, but failed.
“I think the ‘dangerous’ nature of Alphas is a bit overstated,” said Taylor, allowing herself a confident tone of voice.
Cynthia laughed. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Maybe it just requires a certain strength of will to handle interacting with them. A certain strength of will to be more than a playtoy. At least with consistency.”
A sudden rush of excitement surged through Taylor. Another test! Cynthia had been impressed with Taylor and she was giving her a chance to prove her ability, but she wanted to be sure. Reading between the lines, Cynthia was saying once was luck, but twice was good.
Cythia drained her glass and stood up. “Could you excuse me for a few more minutes, Cynthia? I feel a good song coming on.”
Cynthia gave Taylor a surprising smile of encouragement and saluted her with her drink. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll be right here.”
As Taylor made her way toward the dance floor, she noticed a sudden buzz among the other patrons of the bar. She couldn’t tell what had caused the sudden conversations, but she wasn’t overly worried about it, particularly since she had reached the dancefloor and was once again dancing with the dark-haired Alpha.
He really did smell good. She pressed against him, hard enough to feel his rigid belly muscles through his shirt, close enough to feel his rigid erection against her hip.
Taylor spun and pressed her bottom against that erection, made a show of flying in the face of danger. Alcohol and heat surged through her in equal parts. Her cheeks flushed brightly as pure arousal tweaked her belly muscles, as adrenaline made her wet, crazy wet, wetter than she had ever been in her life. Her nipples were so hard, they ached. Her breasts felt constrained, like they needed to be freed.
The Alpha was dancing behind her now, hands on her hips. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressed against her rounded ass. The music was sounding in her ears. Her cheeks burned, her thoughts short-circuited by pure heat.
Taylor stood straight, arms up as she wriggled her hips side-to-side to the beat of the music. The Alpha reached around, slid his fingers between her buttons and yanked her blouse open, buttons popping off and dropping to the dance floor. Taylor gasped, her hips bucking suddenly at the sudden surge in her pussy.
Taylor continued dancing, her head leaning back against the man’s chest now, her arms over his thick shoulders, behind his head. She felt his hands on her bared belly, her bra-clad breasts jiggling as she danced, felt his hands drawing up her skirt.
She continued dancing, hips wriggling, hair swaying around as the man moved her across the dance floor, closer to her table. And when he reached the edge of the dance floor and Taylor felt herself pressed down, bent over, her rounded hips and ass high, she realized Cynthia was watching everything. And smiling.
And that was when Taylor realized that the Alpha had just been biding his time, releasing only small parts of his pheromone ability. And now that he was ready, he was hitting Taylor with the full concentration of pure Alpha heat.
And then Taylor moaned as she was suddenly filled with Alpha cock.
Taylor felt those big hands on her hips, holding her in place as the man pounded her with his thick, powerful cock. It never occurred to Taylor to tell him to stop as that massive dick hit her g-spot and every other letter of the alphabet inside her hot, wet channel. His pelvis slapped against her bare ass as he pistoned his thick shaft back-and-forth inside her. His big balls slapped heavily against her clit, causing Taylor to moan as bolts of heat and need shot through her belly. Taylor could no longer think. She could only respond.
And then Taylor felt his hands tighten on her hips, felt his shaft thicken and harden even more, and then there was a surge of pure heat in her belly as the Alpha released a flood of hot, potent seed deep inside her.
The Alpha’s release triggered Taylor’s and her eyes widened as wave after wave of heated, electric pleasure swept over her body from her wet, plastered hair to her clenched toes.
Both orgasms lasted for an endless eternity. When Taylor finally came down, she realized the Alpha was still inside her, draining the last of his potent semen inside her as he finished his powerful insemination. Then the Alpha pulled out of her with a wet slurp that seemed to echo on the suddenly silent dance floor.
And then several patrons cheered and clapped. Money switched hands and the buzz of conversation sounded.
Blinking, cheeks burning with embarrassment, Taylor straightened and pulled down her skirt. She had no idea where her panties were. And as she looked up, she suddenly realized Cynthia was looking right at her.
Cynthia raised her glass to Taylor in what appeared to be another salute. Then the patron at the table next to her handed Cynthia a roll of bills.
Taylor tried not to roll her hips as she walked back to the table, but she failed miserably and knew it. She couldn’t help it. Apparently getting taken by an Alpha left you unable to regain full control of your body for a while afterward.
Taylor sat down without a word. She picked up her drink and took a swallow, hoping Cynthia couldn’t see her bright blush and well aware that she could. She held her blouse closed with one hand.
Taylor looked up as Benny, the tuxedoed doorman, suddenly appeared at the table.
“Your trophy, Miss Cantor,” said Benny, speaking to Cynthia. He handed her what appeared to be a small crystal statue of some sort. “Mr. Stewart was your closest competitor as he managed to get two of his interns on the dance floor earlier this month, but your guest tonight was your third, making you the outright winner. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Benny,” said Cynthia, taking a swallow of her drink.
Benny offered a smile. “And I’m gratified to see you appear to have done well with your side-wagers as well, Miss Cantor.”
“Thank you, Benny,” said Cynthia. “But to be fair, I was practically bottom-dealing from the deck on this one.”
Benny nodded. Then he set a drink in front of Taylor and patted her hand, although he was speaking to Cynthia. “Feeding into one’s over-confidence is delightfully unethical and an absolute Leverage classic, Miss Cantor. Well played, indeed.”
Benny left. Cynthia turned to Taylor.
“Look on the bright side,” said Cynthia. “Our company has good maternity benefits, particularly for single mothers. And I’ll set you up as the department receptionist until you’re not waddling anymore. You can try for the promotion again then.”
Cheeks burning, Taylor lifted her glass and took a swallow of the drink Benny had left for her. It was Ginger Ale.
September 2019
Lately, I've noticed some girls flirting with danger. Getting as close to an Alpha in the Zone as possible as some sort of... thrill sport. Actually, I've got a trip planned this weekend before buckling down for my new promotion. I'm pretty excited to get back to the office on Monday to brag about it and earn some more credibility among the higher-ups.
chrystalwynd answered:
*****
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Taylor entered her supervisor’s office as professionally as possible. Considering how close she was to getting the promotion, she didn’t want to blow it with an inadvertent slip-up now.
“Hi, Cynthia,” said Taylor. “You wanted to see me?”
Department head Cynthia Cantor looked up from her computer monitor as Taylor entered. Cynthia was perhaps ten years older than Taylor and she was known for her high energy and willingness to take crazy chances that the other department heads wouldn’t touch. Cynthia enjoyed high-risk-high-reward scenarios. Chancey though it could be, the approach worked for her, as her success and resulting power within the company attested. It made working for her a little frantic, but never dull.
“Hi, Taylor,” said Cynthia. “Yes, I do. Just a quick, informal chat.”
Taylor nodded. “Of course, Cynthia.”
Cynthia leaned back in her chair. “Tell me, Taylor, what do you want to achieve here at this company? In this department, for that matter?”
Taylor’s heartbeat accelerated. YES! The position of assistant to Cynthia- the number two position in the department, behind only Cynthia- was available, and Taylor was being seriously considered for the promotion!
“Oh!” said Taylor. “I’ve a great deal I want to achieve here! And I think I have some good ideas to offer. For instance-“
Cynthia held up her hand. “Hold it,” she said. “Rather than talk about it right now, I’d rather do it in a less formal setting. How about we discuss it over drinks at The Zone tonight?”
Taylor caught her breath. *Cynthia wanted to meet over drinks to talk about her ideas!* Cynthia didn’t waste time or gestures. If she was asking Taylor to meet her for drinks, that meant the promotion was absolutely within reach!
But then it occurred to Taylor where Cynthia had said she wanted to meet. Carefully she said, “The Zone?”
Cynthia nodded. “Yes, The Zone. I should hope you’re familiar with it. A number of our clients socialize there. If you’re planning on getting ahead, Taylor, you certainly need to be aware of more than just our clients’ business needs. At the corporate level, more decisions are made on golf courses and nightclubs than in the office. Remember that, Taylor.”
Chastened, I nodded. “Oh, yes, I’m familiar with it! I just thought…well…The Zone’s reputation…isn’t it…well…?”
Cynthia raised a well-manicured eyebrow. “Am I to understand that you’re intimidated by a bar’s *reputation*?”
Uh-oh. Being a wussy was *not* the way to impress a go-getter like Cynthia. “Intimidated?” said Taylor. “Not at all! I was just surprised, that’s all. I’d be honored to meet you there for drinks, Cynthia.”
“Good,” said Cynthia, her attention already back to her computer monitor. “Tonight, then. 9pm. And be sure to dress for the setting, not for work. Show me you know the difference.”
Taylor nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
But if Cynthia heard, she gave no sign. Taylor took the hint and left the office.
*****
Cynthia wanted to meet for drinks at The Zone!
This was big news for Taylor. Taylor might have had her doubts if Cynthia had said Club Catnip. That might have meant Cynthia was looking to seduce her. But The Zone? That was just Cynthia doing her edgy thing. She was balls-to-the-wall and she expected her potential assistant to be the same way. Well, Taylor was going to show she could roll that way just as easy as Cynthia could.
Dress for the setting, not for work? Fine. Taylor chose a daring short skirt. Not a mini, but close enough. The right heels. Blouse showing a sliver of belly. That should be daring enough for Cynthia.
It was time to meet Cynthia at The Zone.
*****
Cynthia nodded approvingly at Taylor’s fashion choice.
“Nice,” she said. “Solid, sexy, not flashy. You’ve passed your first test.”
Cynthia laughed to show she was kidding, but Taylor knew better.
Taylor glanced around as they entered. The Zone was actually a large building housing any number of clubs and bars inside. She knew they were in the common area known as Main Street, which was the largest bar in The Zone. She said, “Where do you want to sit?”
Cynthia smiled tolerantly. “We won’t be sitting here. You need to think bigger, Taylor. We’re going to Leverage.”
Leverage. Taylor nodded. She should have known. Leverage was a bar for a certain type of businessman or woman. Modern, cutting-edge, movers and shakers. Risk-takers. Powerful people made important decisions here over drinks…just like Cynthia had said.
Leverage wasn’t located in the Main Street area of The Zone, of course. It was one of the bars outside Main Street, in the part of Zone known as the Edge. The rooms, bars and clubs found in the Edge were generally more fun, more intense, more exiting that Main Street. And correspondingly more dangerous.
That was fine. Taylor was going to get this promotion and she was going to wear this trip to The Zone as a badge of honor when she did.
Taylor followed Cynthia down a hallway and around a well-lit corner. They approached a tastefully decorated archway. A large man in a tuxedo stood in front.
The tuxedoed man gave them what appeared to be a general-purpose look of disapproval. Then the man smiled.
“Good evening, Miss Cantor,” he said. “I apologize. I didn’t recognize your guest.”
Cynthia gave him a nod. “Good evening, Benny,” she said. “This is Taylor.”
“Of course, Miss Cantor,” he said. “I hope you enjoy your evening.”
And just like that they were in Leverage.
There was music playing, but it seemed more meant as background noise than to provide any kind of party atmosphere. The décor was modern and edgy, but tasteful. The whole room was neutral colors, but with slashes of neon and unexpected lines. Aquariums with various species of exotic fish from around the world were placed around the area. Leverage was a place where power-brokers could sculpt deals and enjoy exotic pleasures in equal measure.
They sat at a table overlooking the dance floor. Cynthia ordered their drinks. They made what felt like small talk for several minutes. Cynthia ordered them more drinks.
Taylor watched the dance floor with interest. Two tall, fit guys in well-tailored suits had stepped onto the dance floor. Two girls crossed the dance floor to start dancing with them.
Taylor shook her head. “Gold diggers,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Cynthia took a swallow of her drink, then said, “Nope. Thrill seekers.”
Taylor looked at Cynthia curiously. “What do you mean?”
Cynthia looked at the dance floor. “Those two men are Alphas. Getting that close to Alphas here without finding yourself with an embarrassing nine-month condition is practically a form of x-games here.”
“Alphas!” said Taylor, trying to keep the alarm out of her voice and failing.
“Yes, Alphas,” said Cynthia, a amused smile playing at her lips. “Does the though of Alphas intimidate you?”
Taylor opened her mouth, then closed it. Then she said, “Of course not! It just surprised me is all. That they would take chances like that, you know?”
Cynthia’s eyebrows rose. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Uh oh. “No, not at all!” said Taylor, backtracking. “I just meant…I mean..”
Cynthia nodded her head at the girls dancing, gyrating around the two Alphas. “Do you see that?” she said. “Do you know what that is? Well, I’ll tell you. That’s a microcosm of the business world, Taylor. Yes, those girls are taking a chance. But guess what? They’ve managed to get the attention of the whole bar. They’re flying in the face of risk and embarrassment…and they’ve everybody’s respect for it. And despite the danger, the fear…nothing’s actually happened, has it? So their fear was for nothing, but look at what they gained for it. Who wouldn’t want to hire that type of fire, that type of spirit to work for them? Who wouldn’t want somebody like that to be their assistant?”
Well, it wasn’t difficult to see what Cynthia was driving at. Another test. She wanted an assistant who wasn’t afraid to take chances and she was handing Taylor an opportunity to prove it.
Taylor drained the rest of her drink and set the glass down. She looked at Cynthia and said, “I’d like to stretch my legs a bit, if you don’t mind. Would you mind excusing me for a few minutes?”
Cynthia smiled and picked up her drink.
Taylor took that as permission to be excused. She stood and walked toward the dance floor with conviction.
She waited for a proper break in the music, then stepped in as the next song began. No stranger to the dance floor, Taylor moved in smoothly and began dancing with the dark-haired Alpha as if they had known each other for years.
The Alpha responded with moves of his own. He moved well, his steps confident, his form apparent. Like a jungle cat, a predator on the prowl. There was an erotic aura about his moves, something that suggested heat and pleasure and need.
Taylor worked around him, making a show of getting close to him, even pressing against him. He smelled good. So good. Strong, masculine. Powerful. A force of nature.
Taylor watched Cynthia out of the corner of her eye, not making it obvious, and she was gratified to see that Cynthia was taking it all in.
Another song started and Taylor decided to dance a little longer, just to make sure Cynthia knew she wasn’t intimidated by Alphas.
And she wasn’t. Taylor was realizing now that the supposed power of Alphas was urban legend. He was certainly attractive, yes, and Taylor was even prepared to admit she was experiencing a level of arousal that took some getting used to, but she wasn’t about to rip off her clothes and throw herself at the man.
The song finished and Taylor made her way back to the table. A fresh drink was waiting for her. She gave Cynthia a smile as she sat down.
“Refreshing,” said Taylor. “I find a little dancing always help take off the edge.”
“Nice to see you have a pair,” said Cynthia. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”
Taylor laughed and took a swallow of her drink. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew her hard nipples were obvious through her blouse. She tried to control her writhing hips, but failed.
“I think the ‘dangerous’ nature of Alphas is a bit overstated,” said Taylor, allowing herself a confident tone of voice.
Cynthia laughed. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Maybe it just requires a certain strength of will to handle interacting with them. A certain strength of will to be more than a playtoy. At least with consistency.”
A sudden rush of excitement surged through Taylor. Another test! Cynthia had been impressed with Taylor and she was giving her a chance to prove her ability, but she wanted to be sure. Reading between the lines, Cynthia was saying once was luck, but twice was good.
Cythia drained her glass and stood up. “Could you excuse me for a few more minutes, Cynthia? I feel a good song coming on.”
Cynthia gave Taylor a surprising smile of encouragement and saluted her with her drink. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll be right here.”
As Taylor made her way toward the dance floor, she noticed a sudden buzz among the other patrons of the bar. She couldn’t tell what had caused the sudden conversations, but she wasn’t overly worried about it, particularly since she had reached the dancefloor and was once again dancing with the dark-haired Alpha.
He really did smell good. She pressed against him, hard enough to feel his rigid belly muscles through his shirt, close enough to feel his rigid erection against her hip.
Taylor spun and pressed her bottom against that erection, made a show of flying in the face of danger. Alcohol and heat surged through her in equal parts. Her cheeks flushed brightly as pure arousal tweaked her belly muscles, as adrenaline made her wet, crazy wet, wetter than she had ever been in her life. Her nipples were so hard, they ached. Her breasts felt constrained, like they needed to be freed.
The Alpha was dancing behind her now, hands on her hips. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressed against her rounded ass. The music was sounding in her ears. Her cheeks burned, her thoughts short-circuited by pure heat.
Taylor stood straight, arms up as she wriggled her hips side-to-side to the beat of the music. The Alpha reached around, slid his fingers between her buttons and yanked her blouse open, buttons popping off and dropping to the dance floor. Taylor gasped, her hips bucking suddenly at the sudden surge in her pussy.
Taylor continued dancing, her head leaning back against the man’s chest now, her arms over his thick shoulders, behind his head. She felt his hands on her bared belly, her bra-clad breasts jiggling as she danced, felt his hands drawing up her skirt.
She continued dancing, hips wriggling, hair swaying around as the man moved her across the dance floor, closer to her table. And when he reached the edge of the dance floor and Taylor felt herself pressed down, bent over, her rounded hips and ass high, she realized Cynthia was watching everything. And smiling.
And that was when Taylor realized that the Alpha had just been biding his time, releasing only small parts of his pheromone ability. And now that he was ready, he was hitting Taylor with the full concentration of pure Alpha heat.
And then Taylor moaned as she was suddenly filled with Alpha cock.
Taylor felt those big hands on her hips, holding her in place as the man pounded her with his thick, powerful cock. It never occurred to Taylor to tell him to stop as that massive dick hit her g-spot and every other letter of the alphabet inside her hot, wet channel. His pelvis slapped against her bare ass as he pistoned his thick shaft back-and-forth inside her. His big balls slapped heavily against her clit, causing Taylor to moan as bolts of heat and need shot through her belly. Taylor could no longer think. She could only respond.
And then Taylor felt his hands tighten on her hips, felt his shaft thicken and harden even more, and then there was a surge of pure heat in her belly as the Alpha released a flood of hot, potent seed deep inside her.
The Alpha’s release triggered Taylor’s and her eyes widened as wave after wave of heated, electric pleasure swept over her body from her wet, plastered hair to her clenched toes.
Both orgasms lasted for an endless eternity. When Taylor finally came down, she realized the Alpha was still inside her, draining the last of his potent semen inside her as he finished his powerful insemination. Then the Alpha pulled out of her with a wet slurp that seemed to echo on the suddenly silent dance floor.
And then several patrons cheered and clapped. Money switched hands and the buzz of conversation sounded.
Blinking, cheeks burning with embarrassment, Taylor straightened and pulled down her skirt. She had no idea where her panties were. And as she looked up, she suddenly realized Cynthia was looking right at her.
Cynthia raised her glass to Taylor in what appeared to be another salute. Then the patron at the table next to her handed Cynthia a roll of bills.
Taylor tried not to roll her hips as she walked back to the table, but she failed miserably and knew it. She couldn’t help it. Apparently getting taken by an Alpha left you unable to regain full control of your body for a while afterward.
Taylor sat down without a word. She picked up her drink and took a swallow, hoping Cynthia couldn’t see her bright blush and well aware that she could. She held her blouse closed with one hand.
Taylor looked up as Benny, the tuxedoed doorman, suddenly appeared at the table.
“Your trophy, Miss Cantor,” said Benny, speaking to Cynthia. He handed her what appeared to be a small crystal statue of some sort. “Mr. Stewart was your closest competitor as he managed to get two of his interns on the dance floor earlier this month, but your guest tonight was your third, making you the outright winner. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Benny,” said Cynthia, taking a swallow of her drink.
Benny offered a smile. “And I’m gratified to see you appear to have done well with your side-wagers as well, Miss Cantor.”
“Thank you, Benny,” said Cynthia. “But to be fair, I was practically bottom-dealing from the deck on this one.”
Benny nodded. Then he set a drink in front of Taylor and patted her hand, although he was speaking to Cynthia. “Feeding into one’s over-confidence is delightfully unethical and an absolute Leverage classic, Miss Cantor. Well played, indeed.”
Benny left. Cynthia turned to Taylor.
“Look on the bright side,” said Cynthia. “Our company has good maternity benefits, particularly for single mothers. And I’ll set you up as the department receptionist until you’re not waddling anymore. You can try for the promotion again then.”
Cheeks burning, Taylor lifted her glass and took a swallow of the drink Benny had left for her. It was Ginger Ale.
September 2019