Wicked Wednesday – Skeletons in the Closet.
My blogging life began as writing short stories describing my experiences and fantasies. I had dreams of making a career out of writing erotica. As it turns out so do a lot of other people, especially since the publication of Fifty Shades of Grey. I have participated in Wicked Wednesday regularly as Gemma Jones from Erotic Adventures but this is my first as Mrs Jones. If you like it please leave a comment and make sure you check out the other entries at the Wicked Wednesday Page.
“Mr Portman will be with you shortly” the immaculately groomed receptionist, smiled at Natalie, “Would you like to take a seat?” She gestured at the small couches lining the wall of the reception area.
“Thank you,” Natalie returned the smile before she turned to perch nervously on one of the couches. Carefully she flicked through the contents of her portfolio checking that her documents were in order. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she had a lot of hopes and dreams pinned on this meeting. For over a year she had wanted to work for this company, now she was one interview away from realising. The butterflies in her stomach hit panic mode and her fingers started to tremble at this rate she would be unable to give an intelligent answer to anyone, she had to get control of herself.
“Mr Portman will see you now,” the receptionist opened the door to the side of her desk, gesturing towards the hallway.
“Thank you,” Natalie took a deep breath to calm herself as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. As she passed the doorway She fought the urge to check her reflection in the glass of the door.
“It is the first door on the left,” the receptionist indicated as Natalie stepped past her.
“Thank you,” Natalie replied. The hallway seemed infinitely long as she made her way to the door on the left. The butterflies in her stocks fluttered in panic as she reached out for the door handle. She gave herself a hard mental shove, it was just an interview. The door handle clicked before the door swung silently open to reveal a spartan office dominated by a large wooden desk and the powerful figure of a man sitting behind it. All of the breath left Natalie’s body as she realised who he was. The memory of the last time she had seen him slammed into her mind completely taking away her ability to speak.
“Hello Natalie,” Mr Portman stood up and stepped out from behind his desk to hold his hand out to her. His presence filled the room and completely engulfed Natalie in exactly the same way as it had when she had met him before, “please call me Brian.” He took Natalie’s hand and grasped it firmly. For a split second she thought he was going to kiss her hand but he didn’t. Instead he guided her to a seat in the corner of his office. Natalie sank into the chair, grateful that she didn’t have to will her legs to hold her up any longer. Valiantly she struggled to focus on the situation and banish the images that were flooding her mind.
“Would you like a coffee or something before we get started?” His voice caressed over her in the way that she remembered making her cunt throb and a warm wetness dampened the gusset of her panties.
“Just a glass of water,” she replied with a smile. She forced herself to look up into his eyes, his whole manner and expression were completely professional, there wasn’t a single hint that he had remembered anything about her. Disappointment stabbed through her gut twisting like a knife inside her. That single encounter with him had fuelled her fantasies many times over the last two weeks. More than once she had thought about him tracing her lips with his cock as she fingered herself in the darkness of her bedroom. Automatically she took the glass he offered her, daring another glance into his eyes but again she was disappointed there was nothing there but steely blue professionalism.
Settling his tall frame in the chair across from her Brian began the interview. Everything about him was formal and businesslike, there was no hint of the man she remembered, the one with with the leather jeans and a bare chest that she had met at Fetish Empire two weeks ago. The one that had tied her hands behind her back and made her worship his cock before he spread her legs and worshipped her in a way she hadn’t believed was possible. Natalie followed his lead and kept her mind focussed on where she was. She reminded herself of what was at stake, she didn’t want to throw away her long held dream just because of a man she had fucked at a club. No matter how good the fucking had been.
As the interview drew to a close Natalie allowed herself to relax a little. She admired the way his body filled his suit and also the way he approached his work. She could see that Brian Portman was more than a man in a pair of leather trousers with a talent for mixing pleasure and pain. He was very good at his job. It confirmed the reason why she had come here in the first place, Bradman and Street had a reputation for employing exceptional business people and she wanted more than anything to be part of that. Her resolve was firm, no skeletons in hers or anyone else’s closet were going to jeopardise her chances.
Brian gathered together his papers signalling the end of the interview. Natalie followed his lead and stood to leave. As she passed him in the doorway she inhaled his scent, it was the same as she remembered, her body responded automatically. Looking up her eyes were locked by the fire in his. The business only manner had left him. Heat flushed through Natalie and a fresh patch of wetness formed on her panties.
“I am sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the future,” Brian’s voice caressed Natalie like smooth silk fanning the heat in her cheeks. “We always have room here for talented young people like yourself.” His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the doorway.
“I hope so,” she replied, “in whatever capacity you are able to use my talents.”
As she walked down the hallway Natalie could feel his eyes on her ass. It confirmed what she had always thought, she was definitely going to like working here.