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***Hey guys! Not sure if I should make this a one-shot or an actual story. Yal can be the judge of that lol. Anyways, let me know what you think! CAUTION: THIS STORY HAS ADULT CONTENT THAT CHILDREN SHOULD NOT BE READING. RATED M FOR SEX THEMES, SEX THEMES & MORE SEX THEMES lmao! Please be advised! Enjoy! And for God's sake, I am only human...i tend to make mistakes so please excuse any errors lol.***
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Guilty Pleasures: A Fantasy Come To Life
PART 1
Vincent Keller was a powerful man in his line of business of owning a military bank meant for soldiers over seas. He had several offices located all of the US and a couple even over seas as well. It was a successful private bank that he decided to create while he himself was at war. It was difficult receiving money wires or money orders while over seas to be able to purchase things needed while they had made the country their home. They were gone months and months on end at a time and they had needs too. Food to cook, toiletries, etc. It was very difficult as is with the war going on much less having issues with money.
The wives and families of the soldiers over seas had the great convenience of just simply walking into a bank and putting money into their account. It was just that simple. The government paid Vincent great amounts to keep his business a success.
Even though he live in great success and was extremely handsome, inside and out, he was single and a very lonely man at that. The most he ever had with a woman was one night stands and that just wasn't enough for him. Deep down, he wanted to find that one specific person to claim as his own... a lover... a wife... and a friend to share his wealth with until the end of time.
But he was very picky too and his options were limited. He didn't just want to settle down with just anyone... he wanted Catherine Chandler.
Catherine was a long time friend of his for about 5 years. He met her at a bar one time and found her highly irresistible. He didn't sleep with her despite the fact that he mainly walked into a bar in search for his next mistress because to him, she was way more than just a one night stand. He hired her first hand as his secretary when he first opened up the bank. She was very good at what she did as far as work went, but he wanted to keep her close. They had been friends ever since.
What he didn't know was that she wanted him just as badly as he did. She hid it as a way of playing hard to get... almost as if it was a game and she knew she had this man wrapped around her tiny finger. Her looks could have put any man to their knees begging her to be theirs, but she turned her nose at them... they wasn't Vincent Keller.
She had long dark brown hair, almost like an Egyptian goddess would that was silky and waved with light curls which came down to her shoulders. She was thin, but not too thin... practically perfect with her hour-glass frame which caused men to drool in pure ecstasy. Her breasts were perky, but not that large either. They were just right, and they both fantasized how perfect they would fit into his palms. Her lips were soft, yet slightly plump and thin and he always wondered how they would feel against his. Her eyes were a dark green, almost like a pair of emeralds to get lost at looking at them. And then her long, smooth legs that he just wanted to grab a hold of and caress... shower them with hot kisses and nips and have wrapped around his waist as he plunged deep inside of her.
Yes, he had tons of fantasies of this woman... and she had tons of him. The tension was there, and the struggle was very much real. Seemed like every time they had seen each other in the past 5 years, the tension would build up even more between them.
For example, this morning when he arrived to the office, he would do his normal flirtations with the secretary of the lobby of the entire building before stepping inside of the elevator which took him up to the 24th floor to his business.
Today was different though, it had been raining... He took his time flirting with Alex this morning so he could close and hang up his umbrella.
He made his way to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. Once inside, he pushed the button to take him to his destination and looked at the paper he grabbed from the lobby. He was so wrapped up in the hockey scores that he didn't even see Catherine sprinting towards the elevator as the doors began to close.
She stuck her hand in the door to force them to open back and his head snapped up and he swallowed hard by the sight of her.
"Sorry... didn't mean to impose on you in this lift." she said with a smile that completely hypnotized him. "Boss?"... "Mr. Keller?"... she said to get his attention when it had seemed he was off into an alternate universe of sorts, which he was.
"Hmm?" he said snapping back into reality causing her to giggle slightly, "Oh, no... your not imposing at all." he said as he cleared his throat.
The whole time he made glances at her from behind as the silence lingered inside the elevator.
Her white cotton, button up blouse was soaked at the top, revealing her white lace bra straps through the shirt. He tried to take his eyes off of her... God knows he tried, but the fact of the matter was he just couldn't help himself.
She could feel his eyes burning holes into her skin from behind her and she smiled deviously at the fact of how she had this man whipped and hadn't even slept with him.
His eyes continued down her body to her legs and he imagined how badly he wanted to just grab her by the thighs and lift her up and against one of the four walls that surrounded them in the tiny elevator and take her then and there. But he had better class than that... she meant more to him than a dusty, cramped up elevator.
She bit her bottom lip when she heard him groan as he cleared his throat. He didn't even realize that he had groaned until it had already escaped his lips... hence why the sudden clearing of his throat to try to hide that it was a groan.
The elevator dung to let them know that they had made it to their destination and he stood for a moment as he watched Catherine walk out... Jesus! he thought to himself. He had to regain control before continuing his day at the office.
The things she did to nag it on... God how she teased him in great lengths and it made him wonder if she too wanted him just as badly.
As soon as he walked into his office, she came and knocked on the door, "I don't mean to bother you, but you have a call on line 3 and I have the files you wanted me to gather up yesterday on the loans for Private Evan Marks."
He nodded and directed with his hand for where she could sit the files as he picked up the phone and began talking.
He turned around with his back facing Catherine as she sat the files down onto his desk. She didn't leave right away... Instead she stood and stared, watching his back muscles flex as he moved around while talking. She listened to his deep, yet sensual voice and got caught up in how firm his ass looked.
She craved to see what lied beneath his dress pants and white dress button up shirt... How she longed to feel his skin... she pictured herself taking him on his desk only to have the other employees rumor about what happened between them behind a closed and locked door... she wondered what it sound like to make him cry her name, begging her for more.
And that was not all she imagined with him... as a matter of fact, she wondered every day what it would be like to be the girl that held his hand down the streets of New York as they took a stroll with each other... how it would feel to be the one he loved and cherished every single day and she wanted to be the girl who woke up every morning next to him.
All of this seemed to be a fantasy...
He had to have someone in his life with how gorgeous he looked.
His hair was short, and he wore it in a messy, yet hot way. His facial hair trimmed the outlines of his jaw, and was kept trimmed perfectly. His arms and hands had visible veins that completely drugged her with lust and his eyes were of a golden brown that melted her every time her eyes would lock with his.
She snapped back into reality when she heard him getting ready to hang up the phone and she quietly escaped from his office.
As the day came to an end, Vincent prepared to leave yet another day of work... and Catherine.
He shut and locked his office door, as he would any other day, then turned to find Catherine still working on files.
"Hey." he said puzzled, wondering why she was still there.
She didn't look up at him, just simply said hey back as she continued to work. He starred at her for a moment, enjoying her presence as she worked.
"Uhm... I gotta lock up the office." he said clearing his throat and smiling, "You can always finish those tomorrow." he continued as he waited for her response.
She wrote down a few more things, and typed on the computer, then closed the file and shut down her computer, "No need, I just finished." she said softly as she smiled looking up at him.
They walked out of the office and she continued to walk on without him as he locked the door to it. He sprinted to catch up to her before she completely left because he actually wanted to talk to her.
"Catherine...Catherine, wait!" he yelled as he ran and caught the elevator just in time. She turned her head and laughed slightly when he struggled to get inside of the elevator as he continued, "So uhm... I'm not really good at this type of stuff but... I had been thinking for a while now about uhm..." he became nervous and she searched his face for what it was exactly he wanted, "I was wondering if you uhm... Are you... busy? This Friday night? Because I was hoping that if you wasn't we could uhm... You know, uhm..." She started to smiled, holding back a laugh at how freakish he was acting. It was actually kind of cute to her, "Maybe we could go out to dinner or something... grab a glass of wine over a nice meal?" he finally released the breath he had held in the whole time he was speaking to her and she looked down at her hands before looking up, "I'd love to Vincent..." the elevator doors opened and they walked out together in sync as she continued, "But you should know that I am not like other girls."
"And what exactly do you mean Miss Chandler?" he said with a seductive smile.
She smiled as she stated her reason, "I'm not all for fancy restaurants or glasses of wine... I am more of a movies kind of chick, who likes small diners to eat at... and when it comes to a man wanting to take me out for a drink..." she paused as she raised up onto her tip-toes and whispered in his ear, "I'm a liquor kind of girl." she came back down to her feet and smiled at his reaction. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard as she backed up to her car, "Come pick me up at 7 Friday."
He nodded as she got into her car and rolled her window down, "See ya Vincent." and she left.
The days leading up to Friday felt like a century. Vincent had dreamt of this day for many years and here they were, sitting in his black 5-speed camero on the way to The Fizz nightclub and bar to have a few drinks and possibly dance together.
He was more nervous than he thought he would be and she didn't pay no mind to it at all. She actually felt great to make him squirm.
As they arrived to the club, Vincent exited the car and walked around to open the door for Catherine.
"Thank you." she said as she stepped out into the light so that Vincent could get a better look at her in her blue dress that hugged her curves loosely. Her hair was up in a clip and her make-up was light yet beautifully done.
He wasn't much of a night club kind of guy, but for Catherine... he would do just about anything.
As they entered, they went directly for the bar where her long time friend, and cousin helped take away fear from desperate customers with her drinks, "Hey Tess. Bacardi with lime please." Catherine said as she took a seat at one of the stools. Vincent sat down next to her and Tess had not recognized him being there before, "Whose the hottie?" she asked Catherine as she handed her, her drink.
Catherine looked up to Vincent who shed the look of being lost as he scanned the room, then back to Tess, "Tess, this is my boss, Vincent. Vincent, this is my cousin Tess."
"Hmm, upping our game are we?" Tess asked sarcastically.
Catherine's eyes became huge and she pressed her lips together, "Really Tess?"
Tess laughed then turned her attention to Vincent, "And what can I get you, Vincent?"
"Uhm... I'll just have a beer." he stated as he lightly grinned.
Tess leaned over the bar towards him seductively as she asked, "Draft or bottle?"
"Bottle." he said clearing his throat.
"Back off Tess, hes mine." Catherine playfully whispered to the bartender to where Vincent couldn't hear. Tess handed him his beer then walked off to tend to some other customers.
Catherine took her finger and stirred her drink as she watched Vincent drink his beer, "What?" he asked when he noticed her stare.
She shrugged her shoulders as she suck the beverage off of her finger then threw her head back to finish off her drink. It left a bitter taste in her mouth so she bit into the lime slice that was left in the glass. She sat it down with a light slam then stood, grabbing Vincent's hand, "Come on, lets dance."
He fumbled words trying to decline her offer, but he quickly sat his beer down and followed. Once in the middle of the dance floor, Catherine took her clip out of her hair and started dancing. Vincent just stood there, not really knowing what to do next. Catherine smiled, "Come on!..." she shouted over the crowd and music, "Loosen up!"
"I can't dance!" he said a little too loud for comfort.
She stopped dancing as she smiled and took his hand. She pulled him closer to her and placed his hands on her hips. Her back was against his chest and his heart began to race at how close they were. She reached up behind her and hooked her right hand onto the back of his neck, pulling it down and whispered in his ear, "Just follow my lead."
She started swaying against him to the beat of the music blaring through the speakers as she slid her hands down his arms and to his hands to keep them on her hips. He started to sway with her... opened up to her in a way only the fantasy side of him would have done... he began losing himself completely. He shut his eyes as he pulled her arms up and around his neck from behind her and he trailed his hands down her arms, down the sides of her breasts, and down her curves to her hips and grabbed them forcefully, pulling her closer to him. His lips were merely inches away from her ear and he caught a whiff of her shampoo from being so close.
This woman had no fear at all and she gave Vincent the confidence he needed to be close to her. Even though he had random fantasies about her, he never expected them to ever be this close.
They continued to ground against each other and sway to the music as others did the same around them. She turned her head slowly, gazing up at Vincent. His eyes were looking down and she smiled as she said, "Look at me." in a low whisper.
He swallowed hard, looking up into Catherine's emeralds as she pulled him down for a kiss. He was shocked, but kissed back as his grip became tighter around her waist.
In this moment, their fantasies were not far from becoming a reality...
To Be Continued... (IF YOU WANT ME TO OF COURSE lol!)
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