Flirting With the Law

  “Hello, Arianna,” Hunter purred. He wore a smirk on his face, as did the other two, actually, as they saw the stunned look on my face.

  “Maui,” Damien said off-hand, pushing his fingers through his thick blond hair and waving a glass of what had to be champagne around at the vista behind them.

  He shrugged. “We needed a little break from the office.”

  “Work hard, play hard,” Sean said quietly, sipping a glass of what looked like scotch.

  I nodded. “Of course. Well, it does look lovely there.”

  “Looks lovely over there too,” Hunter said with an easy smirk on his face.

  I blushed instantly, chewing at my bottom lip as I realized what he meant.

  “Listen, Arianna.” Sean leaned forward, his rippling shoulders bunching as he steepled his hands in front of his lips.

  “We’ll make this brief.”

  My heart sank.

  Fuck.

  After all this hype in my own head, and all this expectation, I was about to be told I didn’t have the job.

  I looked at the screen as I steeled myself, ready to thank them for their time and close it before finding Sasha’s wine supply.

  “The job is yours, if you’d like it.”

  My eyes jolted wide.

  “Pardon?”

  Damien smirked.

  “It’s yours, Ms. Holloway. That is, if you think you’re up for the challenge of all three of us.”

  I blushed before instantly trying to push it from my face. I may have still been crazy on edge from the night before, but that didn’t mean I needed to let my dirty imagination run wild during an video interview with them.

  “You’d be with all three of us, quite intimately,” Hunter said quietly, his eyes leveling right at me through the screen.

  I knew he didn’t mean it that way, but that’s of course where my mind went after my interrupted fantasy of the night before. I could feel the heat on my face, and by the hints of smirks on their faces, they could see it too.

  Great, my new bosses can tell I’ve got my mind in the gutter. Wonderful.

  Sean interrupted my mortification. “So, what do you think, Arianna?”

  I swallowed quickly. “Yes, absolutely! Thank you!” I gushed.

  Sean grinned this smug, steely smile at me.

  “Excellent. You’ll start promptly on Monday. In the meantime, please forward your measurements to the office, and your attire will be waiting for you when you come in for your first day.”

  My brow wrinkled.

  “My attire?”

  Hunter nodded, lounging back in his beach chair, his abs rippling like steel as he waved his glass dismissively.

  “We expect an employee working in such close proximity with us to be dressed to our tastes, Ms. Holloway.” His eyes locked on mine. “Especially one with your natural beauty.”

  This time I know I blushed, my face turning bright red for all three men as they grinned at me.

  “I can promise you, you’ll thoroughly enjoy what we have for you,” Damien growled out, his eyes flashing at me again.

  I could feel this throbbing tug inside of me, wicked thoughts from earlier bubbling back up.

  You’ll thoroughly enjoy what we have for you.

  Instantly, I was reliving my fantasy from the night before, where “what they had for me” were three beautiful cocks and three arrogant, dominant men taking me at the same time.

  The blush turned crimson on my face.

  “Absolutely, sirs,” I said quickly, nodding authoritatively.

  “Wonderful,” Sean said quietly. “Now, unless you’ve got any more questions for us, we’ll be seeing you on Monday.”

  I smiled widely, feeling my hands ball into excited fists on my lap.

  “Thank you so much again, Mr. Caldwell, Mr. Black, Mr. Harlow,” I said, looking at each in turn. “I look forward to working with you all!”

  “The pleasure is all ours, Arianna,” Hunter said darkly, grinning hungrily at me. That throb pulsed between my legs like this little itch I could barely ignore anymore.

  “Until Monday.”

  And then the screen went dark.

  I instantly slumped in my chair, throwing my head back and pushing my fingers through my hair.

  I’d done it! I’d actually landed the job!

  I jumped from the chair and whirled, making my way to bed behind me. I felt like I was buzzing with excitement, my whole body tingling with the thrill of getting the job, but also with so much more.

  It was them.

  I wasn’t just buzzing with excitement about the job, I was buzzing with burning, aching, unchecked desire for them, after the abrupt stop to my fantasies the night before. My whole body was tingling, and I could feel my blood pumping through me, making me sizzle with every pulse. And I was soaking wet. I could feel electric shivers radiating out from between my legs as the fantasy of the night before mingled with the images of my three hot new bosses lounging shirtless and gorgeous on a beach.

  I glanced at the time, biting my lip and feeling the tantalizing thrill of the illicit throb through me.

  I still had over an hour before Sasha was coming home, after all…

  Fuck it.

  I reached down and pulled my shirt off before I knew it, letting it drop as I reached behind for my bra. I sank onto the bed, sighing and moaning quietly to myself as I let my fingertips trail up over my thighs. I brought them higher, pulling the hem of my skirt with them until the material was bunched around my hips. My fingers slid between my legs and ran over the soaked material of my panties. A moan tumbled from my lips as I started to rub myself there, feeling my aching clit roll between my fingers under the cotton.

  I panted and hooked my thumbs into the waist and slid them down, arching my hips off the sheets and pushing my panties down to my ankles. I sank back and moaned louder this time as my hands moved back to my body, trailing across my thighs again. This time though, when they pushed between my legs, they found me bare and slick, my hot little pussy throbbing with need.

  I needed to get back to the fantasy I’d had the night before. It was there, burning in my head like a hot little spark and driving me wild.

  Wildly, I reached for my drawer again. But this time, I didn’t just pull my vibrator out. This time, I dug deeper for the box I’d buried in the back. I’d barely ever used this toy, having only purchased it towards the end of my time with Jason when I was being completely ignored. My hands trembled as I pulled it out, and I could feel my body shiver with excitement at the thick, flesh-colored fake cock.

  Yeah, I’d only half used it once or twice before, but I knew there was no stopping me this time.

  I lay back in the bed, whispering as I turned the vibrator on and started to tease it over my clit. I spread my legs wide, sighing softly as the vibrations sent shockwaves through me. I gripped the much bigger, more realistic toy in my other hand, and slowly brought it to my mouth, feeling dirtier and wetter with every second. I pressed it to my wet lips and moaned as I slipped my tongue out to lick at the head.

  I felt so slutty and so wicked as I slowly began to tongue the one toy while I began to slip the vibrator inside my pussy. I closed my eyes again, imagining it was two real men again as I slowly pushed the one toy inside my slit. I moaned as it vibrated deep inside, pretending it was a man.

  And not just any man. In my head, it was Damien. Damien with the gorgeous blue eyes, the perfect blond hair and the dangerous grin.

  The little nub by the base of the toy came to rest against my clit, and I shivered at the naughty feeling of imagining it was my boss. I groaned as I parted my lips and let them close over the thick head of the other toy, moaning as I slurped at it like it were another man — Hunter, perhaps. Hunter with the slightly curled, black hair and the icy blue eyes. Hunter whose piercing gaze watched me in my mind, those eyes flashing as I took his cock deep in my mouth.

  God it was hot. It was horribly inappropriate, and wickedly dirty, but I couldn’t reme
mber being more turned on. I started to pump them in and out, bobbing my head on the thick toy between my lips and feeling the other one go deep in and out of my dripping pussy.

  I could feel myself start to fall as I tumbled toward that sweet release. I closed my eyes and started to moan their names — Sean, Damien, and Hunter — as I slowly fucked myself towards release.

  But I needed just a little more.

  I turned my head, resting the toy against a pillow and still moaning with my lips around it as I brought a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moved the fingers lower, pushing them over my slick lips before I suddenly gasped as I felt a single finger press against my ass. In my head it was Sean of course. Sean with the chiseled jawline and the dark hair and eyes, the shadow of something fierce in his face. I moaned wildly, the fantasy taking over and the image of all three men taking me rushed through me like a drug. I could imagine them, hot, muscled, with three thick cocks fucking me and making me theirs. In my head, they made me call them sir as they made my body start to crumble, pushing me to that edge.

  And I was just crashing over it, just about to fall into that wonderful abyss, when I could hear one of their deep, growling voices.

  “Come for us, Arianna,” the voice purred, tight with pleasure, growling a demand.

  “Be a good girl and make that tight little pussy come.”

  With a cry, I exploded, my orgasm tearing through me as I threw my head back and gasped. I writhed on the bed, my legs clamping shut on both hands as my body twisted and shivered with orgasm.

  Slowly, I came to, panting, my muscles slowly unclenching as I melted onto the bed.

  Holy cow.

  I sucked in air, feeling my face break out in a huge grin as I lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling.

  God that was hot.

  “Fuck that was hot.”

  I gasped as I sat up bolt-upright, and that's when my heart about leapt out of my throat.

  Because the voice of my bosses telling me to come hadn’t been in my head at all.

  They’d been on my laptop speakers.

  Because right there, grinning three big, smug, very hungry smiles at me, were all three of them, still on the video call.

  I was frozen, staring at them in horror. They were still right where they’d been, lounging on the screen in their open-air cabana in their bathing suits.

  And they were rock hard.

  All three of them were staring at me, smirking, with huge bulges in their swim trunks.

  “You have to hit ‘end’ on your side of things to stop the call, Arianna,” Hunter said with a grin, his eyes burning right into mine.

  “I— I— !”

  I was going to literally die of embarrassment, right there. I wanted to melt into a puddle and just evaporate, or I wanted a sinkhole to open beneath the house and swallow me whole.

  “Sirs, I was—”

  “Not another word, Arianna,” Sean growled, leaning forward as his eyes sparkled.

  “I’m so sorry! I was only—”

  “Not another word,” he commanded sharply.

  I went silent, hands feebly covering myself and not even daring to move.

  “You will, be at the office first thing Monday morning,” Damien said darkly. “On time, and ready to do your job, is that understood?”

  I could only manage to nod.

  “Yes,” I said meekly.

  “Yes what, Arianna,” Hunter purred.

  “Yes sirs,” I whispered back.

  “Monday,” Sean growled again. “Be in our office at nine o’clock sharp.”

  “And Ms. Holloway?” Damien leaned forward, a fire in his eyes and that thick bulge pressing against the front of his swimsuit.

  “Don’t forget to send the office your measurements.”

  6

  I fidgeted as I waited for the elevator to rise to the top floors of the building. I glanced at my watch for the tenth time, feeling butterflies turn to pure terror the closer I got to the floor that housed Camelot Holdings.

  The last two days had been a blur. I’d only managed a quick report to Sasha about getting the job, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend hiding in my room feeling mortified.

  I came in front of my bosses. Not even a little thing, I came with a vibrator in my pussy, my lips wrapped around a fake cock, and a finger teasing my ass — all while moaning their names.

  I mean, it literally could not be a worse scenario.

  Stupid fucking technology.

  I groaned in the elevator, thinking about it. Sasha had filled me in about not “ending” calls correctly after I’d made up some fake story to about not hanging up correctly after the interview — skipping the part about what I was doing, of course.

  “Oh, yeah, it does that. Sometimes the other person just closes their laptop, but if they open it and you’re still there, it’s back up.” She’d said with a nonchalant shrug that night.

  “At least they didn’t see you changing or something.”

  Yeah, that.

  God, at this point, I’d almost prefer if they’d just seen me changing instead of acting out my super-slutty fantasy involving them. I cringed a little at the thought as the elevator doors opened to the reception area of the office and I stepped out.

  I almost didn’t come today. I’d almost made up some terrible story to Sasha about the offer being rescinded for some reason, and gone on with my search. I mean how the hell was I ever going to work for these men after what they’d seen? Or heard?

  But then, there was the other thing. There was that commanding tone in their voices when they’d told me to be here sharp on Monday morning. There was something in the way they’d demanded it that made me want to say yes. Something in their voices and in those captivating looks made me want to say yes to a lot of things for them.

  “Ms. Holloway?” The older, grouchy looking receptionist nodded at me as I stepped off the elevator.

  “They haven’t arrived yet, but they asked that you wait for them in their offices.”

  I nodded quickly, feeling the color leave my face.

  “Off you go,” she said sharply, nodding at the door that led to the hallway down to their offices.

  The hallway felt even cooler than the first time I’d walked down it, even though I knew there was no one waiting to interview me at the other end. Then again, I’d have taken any interview in the world at that point over whatever conversation I was going to have with the three of them when they did get there.

  The office was quiet, and seemed emptier without the dominating, commanding presences of the men who were now my bosses. The door closed silently behind me as I moved into the room. It smelled like them in there. That was a weird thought, I remember thinking, since I’d only met them all the once. But still, the smell of expensive, masculine cologne, and polished leather, and fine linen filled the room.

  I stood, fidgeting for a few minutes, before I began to explore the room a little. There were two other desks on either side of the room, more than just the one I’d noticed on my first visit. I strolled around them, running my hands over the the mahogany wood, across the shelves of books lining the walls, almost wanting to take my shoes off to feel the luxury of the fine carpet beneath my feet. I moved behind one of the desks and found myself sinking into one of the chairs. It smelled like man, and power. I’d missed that with Jason. Even before the cheating and his being an asshole, there’d been a lack of feeling like I was needed or protected that had gone on for a long time. I considered myself a fully self-sufficient type of woman, but it was still nice to feel possessed by a man sometimes!

  And I’d missed that feeling. The feeling that I was experiencing there in that chair that belonged to a man I barely knew.

  My boss.

  I thought more about what might happen here. Were they bringing me in just to fire me face-to-face, like some sort of power move? Were they planning on cutting me down to size for being some sort of creep and deviant for masturbating
right in front of them like a total psycho?

  But then I remembered the look on their faces when my eyes had snapped back to that screen. I remembered the tenseness in their hard, chiseled muscles and jaws. And I definitely remembered the thick bulges in their swim trunks.

  God, those bulges were basically all I’d been thinking about since.

  Yeah, no, they hadn’t been mad or put off at all by seeing me. They’d been just as turned on as me, which made summoning me to their office like this even more…something.

  Intriguing?

  Scary?

  Hot?

  I’d dressed that morning in a sexy, but not at all slutty outfit — a skirt that really showed off my legs and my ass, and a button-up, short sleeved blouse that was light and yet demurely “office-friendly”. And there I was, sitting in one of their big leather office chairs behind a huge, imposing desk, just waiting.

  Waiting for what though, I still wasn’t sure.

  They just wanted to talk, of course. I kept saying it to myself over and over, but I still wasn’t sure I believed it. What didn’t help was that I was still on edge from the fantasy of the three of them. So there I was about to have a damn sit-down meeting with three men who’d seen me naked playing with myself on camera, and even if I was a little scared, I was turned on.

  It felt a bit like going grocery shopping when you’re starving.

  Barely a minute later, there was a formal-sounding double knock at the office door. My pulse jumped, and I felt a nervous chill, not entirely unlike the feeling you might get when you’re about to walk out on a stage, or before a job interview. I swallowed heavily, my hand going to grip the desk in front of me.

  The door opened, and in they walked.

  No, not walked. Walked would be a normal start to business meeting.

  These men prowled, like wild animals.

  God they’re handsome.

  There it was, the first stupid thing in my head. Here I was half scared to lose my job, and all I could think of was how damn good they looked. Hunter with his icy blue eyes, Damien with that gorgeous blonde hair I just wanted to push my fingers through, and Sean, with that dangerous, dark look to him.