EroticReverie

Kat Angelis

"You're fucking kidding me." Sunny says , her jaw nearly dropped to the table in our small kitchen of our apartment as I sit there in my dress from last night, my heels at the door. 

I'd snuck out while Duke was still sleeping. Changing back into my dress, and walking barefoot out of the building and to my car outside. 

I just told Sunny, pretty much the entire night, every little last detail. 

"Holy shit Kat...wow......fucking....wow." She says blinking, setting down her cup of coffee. 

"I'm....speechless." she says and I chew my lip. 

"How did you NOT fuck him?" she asks and I let out a laugh.

"He's my boss...and...Devin's dad." I say. 

"Uhmmmm, and?" she says looking around. "So what?"

"Devin is a fucking tool, even his father thinks so! And oh my good, swoon...all that stuff he said to you...girl....if you don't fuck him...I will terminate this friendship." she teases and I just roll my eyes. 

"And this Danny guy, like....okay, he sounds like a total dick..but ...jesus...him jerking off TO YOU" she says fanning herself. 

"It wasnt TO  me...just...AT me...like..aggressively. Just to piss me off." I say. 

"Whatever...you've got like a dick fiesta going on at your new job, and those guys wanna hit it..and you should totally let them...forget that Danny is an asshole, forget that Duke is Devin's dad, and just...spread your legs and take it baby...you are living the life right now, you need to rebound that shit...experience life and all the dick it has to offer." Sunny says and sips her coffee again as I just shake my head and laugh. 

"You're insane." I say lovingly and she smiles. 

"And you're a little closet freak who needs to bust out of her shell and let her little freak flag fly." Sunny says.

"I am not...a freak." I say. 

"Oh hell yeah you are...and it's not a bad thing babe..i take back what I said, this job is totally what you need. " she smiles and wiggles in her seat.

"Get me a job there. Ooo, are they hiring for anything?" she asks her eyes ligthting up and I laugh. 

"I'm not sure." I answer. 

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I shower, I shave, and get ready for heading back to the club for my first actual day. I do NOT wear a sexy little dress, even though Sunny tries to convince me I should "make them drool".  But I was going to work, not for a party. Plus, I was more comfortable in my own clothes, in my comfort zone. 

I wore a simple, A line, ruffle trim, pleated hem, belted polka dot dress. Black with small white polka dots. There was no cleavage showing, and the most that was showing were my bare arms, because the dress didn't have any sleeves, and it went down to my knees. I wore plain black flat shoes, and wore my hair down, and put on a small winged liner and some mascara and then grabbed my purse and drove myself back to the club. 

"Darling." Mischa greets me when I walk in and she looks me up and down. 

"That's a far cry from last nights little number" she says of my dress as I walk in.

"Hi Mischa." I smile. 

She gives me a smile. Today Mischa is wearing another pant suit, this one is a bright cherry red, and her long dark hair is soft, and smoothed, slicked back, tucked behind her ears, and falls down her back like she's a runway model. Her lips are painted pretty much the exact same shade of red as her pant suit and again, is not wearing a blouse underneath. 

"Did you have fun last night?" She asks as she follows me to the back.

"I did. It was...different....interesting." I say and she smiles. 

"You disappeared rather quickly. I didn't see you after I parted from you earlier in the night." she says and I bite my lips together and nod. 

"Yeah, I ...explored the floors a bit, then kind of...was at my limit I guess. Didn't want to overwhelm myself." I say with a smile and she gives me a smirk. 

"Of course." she says. 

"Must be coincidence then that our Duke was also missing for the later part of the night?" she asks and I stop and look at her and she lifts the corner of her mouth.

"I...nothing...happened....I just...I wouldnt do that." I say and she smiles. 

"Oh honey, nobody would care if you did. But I believe you." She smiles. 

She shows me to Duke's own office.

"He should be down in an hour or so...you can start by sorting the applications here on the desk...just sort by what position they're applying for, and then put the ones you think are best on top." she says and I walk over and look at the stack of papers, and my eyes widen. 

"This is....an application?" I ask as I pick up a resume, with a cover letter, and a photograph attached with a paper clip, that has a woman, in a bra and panties.

"Yes." Mischa says with a smile. 

I look at the cover letter. She's applying to be a dancer. 

I nod. "Right, okay." I say as I set it back down and Mischa sits on the edge of Duke's desk. 

"Have lunch with me today Kat." she says and I look up and my brows lift. 

"Okay, sure." I say easily, and then remember how she looked at me last night, how she made me sit on that man. How he kneeled for instant with the snap of her fingers. I imagined Mischa got a lot of what she wanted. She was stunning, it was hard to not want to be around her. She had a powerful aura that somehow also made you feel like that power was rubbing off on you. 

"Do you like sushi?" she asks. I nod.

"Alright then, it's a date." she smiles and stands and my eyes pop slightly when she walks over, leans in and places a quick, soft kiss, directly on my lips. With a smile she turns , and leave me there, gobsmacked. 

I lift my fingertips to my lips. Was that...did she just...kiss me? Did she kiss everyone as a greeting? 

I grab the papers and set them on a smaller desk at the side of the room, which I assume is mine, it's bare, with nothing other than a closed laptop, an I pad, and some writing utensils in a slim black cup. 

I sit down, and begin to sort the applications.

Not every application had a photo, but most of them did, and some had several. Mini portfolios of their "experience". 

Several applications for "instructor", which I learned, the club also held classes for certain kinks. To teach new comers, or those curious about what certain kinks entailed. One woman was a "Shibari Artist" for over ten years. Which I learned had to do with ropes. Her photos made my toes wiggle in my flats. The way her photos showed other people, other than herself, bound in different colors of rope, special designs and positions they were tied in. I wondered if I'd ever enjoy being tied up in any manner. It seemed like a lot of trust to put into a person, to have them tie you in a way in that restricted you. Which was why I enjoyed the pictures more, when they only involved the people wearing the rope as almost as if it were an accessory, part of an outfit. Some of them were nude, some of them had the rope tied over their clothing. 

I'd just gotten done sorting the impressive stack of applications as the door opened, and I lifted my head. 

I swallow as Duke walks in, slowly closing the door behind him as he looks at me. Today he wore a dark grey suit, with a crisp white dress shirt underneath, and a silver tie. The light color of the tie, again bringing out those light light blue, almost silver eyes. 

"Good morning Katherine." he says and I nod. 

"Good morning sir." I say and he pauses on his way to his desk and looks at me. I see his hand flex and then curl into a fist. 

"Were you uncomfortable last night..did you not sleep well?" he asks and I cock my head and shake it slowly. 

"No, I slept well." I say. 

He walks over and looks down at me and I look up at him, blinking. 

"You were gone when I woke up." he says.

"I...I had to get home, get ready for work, do a few things." I say. 

"I would've liked to cook you breakfast." he says and I my brows lift.

"Oh." I say. I shake my head. 

"I dont normally eat breakfast anyways." I say.

"We'll have lunch together then." he says.

"Oh...I..Mischa already asked me to have lunch with her today." I say and he takes a slow breath.

"Is that right?" he asks and I nod.

Duke's door opens and we both turn our head and I feel a scowl on my face as Danny walks in. 

"Duke did you get the applications sorted I..." Danny stops when he sees me and then grins, shutting his mouth.

"Well...good morning princess." Danny says. " I see we're back to our modest self after playing grown up last night?" he asks. 

"Danny. Knock it off." Duke growls. 

"How much do you pay women to pretend they enjoy their time with you?" I ask and both men look at me. Duke's eyes blinking and Danny's head jerking back in surprise.

"Oh Kat has her claws out this morning." Danny says walking over.

"I dont mind a few scratches." he says and reaches down to twirl a piece of my hair and I slap his hand. 

"Don't touch me." I say and he chuckles, drawing his hand back and holding his hands up. 

"I take you're still confused about your attraction to me to after last night." Danny says and sits down on my desk and I inhale slowly and clench my jaw as he makes it a point to adjust his massive dick in his pants as he sits. 

"Danny." Duke warns. 

"I'm just playing with your new secretary." Danny says. 

"Did you tell Duke how you stood in awe, watching me?" Danny asks. 

"I think your girl is into impact play, and monster cocks." Danny says and I scrunch my nose and curl my lips in disgust.

"It must be difficult to have only one thing going for you, and having it still not be as impressive as you think it is." I say and look at his crotch, making sure he gets the jab. Then looking back up. 

"It'll be fun....so much fun when I destroy you princess." Danny says and I feel my toes wiggle and my cheeks heat. 

I was so out of my league here, trying to hold my own. To use a sharp tongue to keep my head above water here, but I couldn't. 

"Danny, I'll get the applications to you. Quit harassing my secretary." Duke says and Danny smiles. 

"See you later princess." He says standing.

"Hopefully not." I say and Danny chuckles, he leans down.

"It's okay that you want me to fuck you doll face, most women do." he whispers and I cringe and lean away from his whisper.

"And I'll fuck you harder than any man ever has or ever will." He adds and I make an audible sound of disgust. 

"DANNY" Duke raises his voice, making his friend and business partner chuckle. 

"Do you need anything else?" Duke asks, his tone annoyed and warning Danny to knock his bullshit off. "Or do you intend for yourself to be removed as a share holder of the club for sexual harassment of an EMPLOYEE." He reminds Danny, that I am in fact NOT a member of the club. 

"I was just having some fun. Like she was last night watching me." he says with a shrug. 

"Danny, go find something to do." Duke says with a shake of his head making Danny laugh.

"Yes Daddy." Danny teases making Duke growl. Danny leaves the office with a laugh, the door shutting loudly. 

I jump in my seat. Duke walks over to his desk and sits. I chew my lip, looking down at the applications in front of me. 

"Is he always that...way." I say and Duke sighs. 

"It's like he never grew out of being eighteen." Duke says and I give a small smile. 

"I'm sorry about him." he says. 

I shake my head. "I can handle him." 

Duke raises a brow and I just sit there and look at him a moment, and my toes wiggle under the desk and his eyes go down to the floor, the desk faces the room, and doesn't have a front panel. He looks at my toes wiggling in my flats. I fidget, crossing my ankles again. 

"You do that a lot." He says and looks back up at me. 

"Is it a nervous tick?" he asks. I know what he means but I pretend I don't.

"Is what a nervous tick?" I ask. 

A small smile makes his lips curve. 

"You wiggle your toes. You did it last night, while watching the cell scene....then again upstairs in the apartment....and just now." he says. 

"Oh." I say, and shake my head. 

"No, it's not nerves. Just..." I shrug. "a thing." 

He looks at me, waiting for me to elaborate and when I don't he speaks again.

"An anxious tick?" he asks. 

I bite my lips together and shake my head. 

He lifts a brow and his small smile turns into a smirk. 

"Is it a tell for something Katherine? A tell, much like a mans tell when his cock gets erect? " he asks and I suck in a short breath , my fucking toes wiggle. God damnit, his eyes go right to them and he chuckles. 

"Take your shoes off." he says. 

"What?" I respond, blinking. 

"Take your shoes off. For me." he says and I just look at him, my mouth parted. Why? Why did he want or need me to take them off, he'd already found out what it meant for them to fucking move in my shoes against my will. 

I swallow as he stares at me, those eyes lighting ever single nerve in my body on fire and my toes curl painfully hard and his eyes flick down to them in my shoes. I let out a tiny squeak and pull my feet back, away from under the desk. 

"Katherine..." he says, and his voice is low, it's husky, and dark, and his eyes are still right on me and I feel my nipples prick in my bra and I learn quickly, I'm going to need to bring a change of panties to work. Probably several if I was going to be in close quarters with this man everyday. 

His eyes narrow slightly as I keep my feet from his view.  I don't know what makes me do it, maybe because I found myself wanting to do whatever it was Duke told me to do. The way he ordered me to bed last night. The way he was ordering me now to remove my shoes. 

I push them off my feet with my toes, slipping them out, my nude transparent stockings still on and I slip my feet back under the desk, placing them on the floor. 

He smiles, looking down at them, then back up at me. 

"Good girl Katherine."