EroticReverie

Joseph Zamora 

“Joey roooo” Shoshana’s voice chirps as I come downstairs , my eyes rolling and I grumble. 

“There you are.” She smirks and my nostrils flare. 

“Thought I told you to quit calling me that.” I huff as I walk into the kitchen and she snickers to herself. 

This woman. Was going to make me go grey, or bald , or give me a fucking ulcer. 

One week ago, I was designated a glorified fucking babysitter. My public persona had taken a hit and sponsers were dropping me because of it. And now my managers daughter , who worked for him, was my “assistant” aka my god damn babysitter.  

I was a thirty one year old man for fucks sake. I didn’t need some newly twenty one year old little girl breathing down my fucking neck. And if I had to see those fucking tits in a sports bra one more damn time , my dick was going to break, or that ass in those tight little gym leggings she wear. Or those god damn lips of hers puckered around a straw.   Or if I had to hear her god damn nickname for me one more time. She thinks it’s cute. It’s not it’s maddening. But I’m a different way than it is to have to look at her all fucking day. 

Shoshana Sterling is five nine with legs that run for fucking miles right up to that fucking “I do five hundred squats a day” ass of hers. Her thighs are thick too with muscle and I’d love to see how long they could hold my fucking face between them while I lick at her pussy. Her hourglass shape makes her waist dip inward and curve back out and there upon her chest are some of the most naturally round fucking tits I’ve ever seen. It’s like her father sent her on purpose just to torture my fucking nuts. And her body isn’t even the worst part. No. It’s her god damn face. Perfect soft skin, smooth and plump lips , a nose that is probably every woman’s dream to have when they go under the fucking knife of a surgeon. Her long hair, pin straight and midnight black. Which only makes her iceberg fucking colored blue eyes even more stark and fucking gorgeous. God,  I fucking can’t stand her. Who the hell has any right to have eyes like that ontop of every other perfect fucking thing about her? She pisses me off. 

“Quit being a baby.” She says which only makes me scowl at her even more. It’s 8 am, and she looks like she got up hours ago just to get ready. Her face is all done up. Her long black hair is in a tight bun on her head. She wearing a black pencil skirt with a little slit in the back with black stocking that are transparent and making my fucking mouth water as I wonder if they’re a full set or sexy thigh highs with lace and a garter belt. I groan and let it turn into a grumble. She’s wearing a short sleeved black silk blouse that has a high neck that’s buttoned at the back of her neck. I can’t see through the blouse but it’s thin enough material to make out the lines of her bra at the top of her breasts. Those god damn breasts. I hate that fucking top. I hate all of her god damn tops. Whether they’re low cut or up to her fucking chin, it doesn’t fucking matter. Because they all look too fucking good on her. 

“Do you want me to fix you breakfast?” She asks as she pours me a cup of coffee and adds cream and sugar. Yes. I like fucking cream and sugar. Maybe that’s why she calls me Joey Roo. Because I’m supposed to be a fucking man and take my coffee back or some shit. Okay, no, that’s the toxic masculinity talking. I’m sure she only calls me that because she knows it would piss me off. I didn’t like her being cute. It was bad enough she was fucking sexy. I didn’t need her being fucking adorable ontop of that. 

“No.” I say , my answer short and clipped and she rolls her eyes. 

“Are you EVER in a good mood Joey Roo?” She asks and I grit my teeth as she smirks at me. She’s pushing my fucking buttons just because she can , because she knows it works every damn time. 

“When I don’t have annoying twenty one year old little girls playing Mommy to me, yes.” I say. 

“Oh you want to call me Mommy? Is that it?” She asks and I pause and look at her and her eyes go wide. 

“I take that back. Unprofessional. Sorry.” She winces and shakes her head and flushes an adorable shade of pink in her cheeks , adding to the light blush already there from her makeup. When she turns , I let a smirk slip. Here I thought she was perfect , and she just let her little professionalism vow slip. 

“Are you blushing Shoshana?” I ask my voice teasing.

“Shut up.” She mutters. “No” she says more clearly and I bite my lips together as I smile. Clearing the smile from my face as she turns back around and looks at me. 

“You just told me to shut up too. I’m not paying for a Mommy Dommy or a bully Shoshana” I say and she widens her eyes. 

“A what?” She coughs. 

“Mommy Dommy” I say. 

“You wish” she hisses and I cock my brow. 

She cocks one right back. 

“Good thing you don’t want breakfast. Because there’s a fifty percent chance of poison it Zamora.” She glares with those fucking eyes and my dick twitches behind the counter where I stand. 

“And now threats on my life? What’s gotten into you Shoshana?” I say. Amused that I’m the one to finally have her annoyed. 

“I’ll have to tell your father. Tsk tsk” I shake my head. 

“We leave in thirty minutes Zamora.” She snips and turns and walks away from the other side of the counter and I smirk as my lips press to the rim of my coffee mug as I watch her ass as she leaves. 

“Yes Mommy” I say and she growls. I chuckle to myself as her heels click angrier against the tiles.