Still, the sex is okay, and a man needs to get it from somewhere. But even in that department, things have been lacking lately. Our schedules haven’t matched, and as a result, I haven’t seen Jessica in two weeks. Again, she’s an attractive woman, and lots of guys would love to take her out, but I’ve been ready for this date to end from the moment we sat down. I’m grateful to Katy and her emergency phone call, although I know I shouldn’t be.
After all, she’s my boss’s daughter. I work for Senator Joseph Mellon, a New York State Senator representing the 27th District. I’ve been in his employ since I graduated from college, and it’s been a good run. It’s been a long road from college intern to staff member to Chief of Staff, but never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate dealing with his daughter, Katy.
After all, the girl is sugar and spice mixed up with the hottest body this side of the Atlantic. She’s got long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes like the ocean, and the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen on a teenage girl. But that’s the problem: Katy’s still in her teens, whereas I’m a man of forty. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about a girl half my age. Even worse, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about my boss’s daughter.
But Katy’s gorgeous and with a sassy side that gets my heart rate going. She knows she’s beautiful and doesn’t hesitate to flaunt it. The girl teases and winks at me, shaking her booty every time she walks into the office. Even worse, I know she loves sex. She’s been hooking up with numerous men ever since she turned eighteen, and hints at her exploits whenever we talk.
Of course, I ignore her innuendos because it’s the right thing to do. I’m gruff and remote because I don’t want to lose my job, much less lose my head over a teenage flirt. But then again, her body is incredible. It’s so ripe and luscious, and I admit that sometimes when I make love to Jessica, I’m pretending it’s Katy that I’m with. I’m imagining blonde hair instead of red, and a big, round rump instead of Jessica’s scrawny bones.
But now, it’s time to rescue my boss’s daughter. Pulling out my wallet, I lay some cash on the table to cover our meal and generously tip the waitress. “I’m sorry Jess, but I’ve got to go. An emergency has come up.”
She bats her lashes.
“Oh, something with the Senator?”
The way her eyes light up hoping I’m about to dish some juicy gossip about my boss is just another reason this could never work between us.
“No, sorry sweetheart. It’s personal.” There’s no way I’m telling her anything about Katy. Jessica doesn’t look dissuaded however. She runs a red fingernail over my hand again, leaning forward to show me her décolletage in a suggestive manner.
“Well, maybe we can meet up after,” she purrs, looking at me with hooded eyes. I know what she’s getting at, but I’m not interested. Instead, I shake my head.
“Unfortunately, I think this particular errand is going to take a while. But I’ll call you next time I’m free? Have some dessert on me,” I say while getting up. “I’ve left plenty for the bill.”
Without waiting to hear the redhead’s reply, I turn and head out to my car before glancing at my phone once more. Damn Katy. The location she sent is way into the far reaches of Brooklyn, and it’s going to take a good thirty minutes to get there, even without traffic. But she sounded lost and a little bit scared when she called, and my heart races. I need to get to her stat.
With that, I pull my vehicle away from the curb and begin zooming down the streets of Manhattan as my mind races. I’ve watched Katy grow up from a sweet little girl into a woman who makes my body hard after thirty seconds in her presence. Of course it’s wrong for me to be attracted to a girl so young, but I can’t seem to control my body’s reactions. With a growl, I speed up once I reach the interchange. Nothing’s going to happen between us. I won’t let it. I just need to pick up the pretty blonde, and then drop her off wherever she needs to go as quickly as possible.
Soon enough, the GPS has me sailing through a forlorn, ghostly neighborhood. Where is this place? Bumfuck, USA? It’s hard to believe that this is New York. But I grip the wheel and look around. Sure enough, there’s an abandoned warehouse off to the far right, and I pull into a parking lot filled with cars. Pulses of light flicker from the warehouse’s partially-blocked windows, and I can feel the incessant rhythm of a drumbeat as I step onto the asphalt. Goddamn.