He would never forget that day, for as long as he lived. Every time he thought about it, his cheeks burned with shame and his eyes flashed with anger.

It was just a casual get-together for her and her friends, celebrating a high-school graduation. The drinks flowed liberally, as liberally as the dance music in the background, as liberally as the laughter and merriment. He had gone to the bar to fetch them both some drinks. As he approached her and her friends, she smiled at him. He returned her smile, never believing how lucky he was to be with her.

* * * * *
Bonnie Bennett was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her dark hair hung down in symmetrical bangs and layers, framing her small face, green eyes and button mouth to perfection. Her slender frame sported her dark skin with class, and her toned legs and arms were the result of Pilates weekly classes. She was of smaller than her friends, what made her even cuter.

He'd first laid eyes on her and had been instantly smitten. When he learned that she was a Bennett, like his "boss", Emily Bennett, he knew that she was way out of his league.

"Demon, I need you to do me a favor and pick Bonnie up after her pilates class tomorrow, she lost her driving license and needs a ride" Emily intoned as she dashed to the room.

"Uh, it's Damon, ma'am," Damon said.

Some 'favor,' having the intern pick up Bonnie at a pilates class on a Saturday. It was Saturday, a day off, and Damon and his girlfriend had made plans to go to the beach. As an intern, Damon wasn't getting paid for the work he did at the office, and wouldn't be getting paid for picking up Bonnie and ferrying her wherever she wanted to go after her match. And Damon would be getting no recognition or accolades from Emily Bennett either.

What he did get was the loss of one girlfriend; Elena just didn't understand Damon's willingness to put Emily Bennett ahead of his own personal life.

"Elena, any sacrifices I make today will pay off in the long run," he had argued.

Bonnie got into the twelve year old Toyota he drove and asked if he would be a dear and run her to the Grill for a light lunch she was supposed to be having with her grandmother. He could tell all the effort on Pilates was paying off; she was in a happy, playful mood. She could also tell that he was not in a happy, playful mood.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Demon, right?"

"It's Damon," he mumbled.

"Oh, I am so sorry, My aunt Emily said some guy named Demon would be picking me up," she apologized.

He proceeded to tell her, truthfully, that he and his girlfriend had made plans to go to the beach that day, but he'd had to cancel because of picking her up.

"Let me make it up to you," she said and dug her cell phone out of her purse. "What's Elena's address?"

She ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Elena within the hour.

"She'll be ready for you," Bonnie smiled and fumbled in her lap for a moment. "And you'll be ready for her."

"Ta ta!" she gaily said as she got out of his car. She smiled mischievously and sucked her bottom lip while looking at him. He nearly pulled out in front of a taxicab and she laughed merrily and disappeared into The Grill.

Elena was appeased, until the next time Emily foisted another extracurricular assignment onto the intern.

"Aw, what's wrong, Demon?" Bonnie cooed as she flounced into his car.

"Same shit, different day," Damon said without correcting her and put the car into drive.

"This Elena is completely unreasonable," Bonnie announced. "But, don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

She had him pull over by a clump of trees. She leaned over his seat, so close he could smell the recent sweat on her, and the smell of the bloody marry she'd just finished drinking.

"Do you like the way I smell? " she whispered.

His erection was slowly and weirdly coming to life. She was too close. He would deny he was getting excited if he was asked about it.

"Then you'll love the way I taste" she whispered, and kissed him. Then giggled as she kicked her shoes off, then struggled out of her yoga pants in the car seat.

He wasn't really sure of what was going on, but his hands were, and they wanted to touch her. Bonnie held his hand and drove it to between her legs, making it move in a way she could pleasure herself with.

Damon was perplex. Still, couldn't move his hands off. She was releasing small grunts and moans. That made him harder, in case he was wondering if that was really going on. His body was in full mode of taking her right there, but his mind was in shock.

While he battled and debated inside his head to the sound of her moans, He could fel on the tip of his fingers her fluids, coming down slowly, but rich and heavy.

Bonnie put his hand back on his lap, petted him on his head, then pulled her yoga pants back on.

"Here," she giggled and shoved her panties into his shirt pocket. "See? Now your afternoon is complete. Now, come on, I need to get home in time for my friends little reunion. It start at three,so I suggest you go fast." She smiled sociopathy to him.

She giggled again as she pulled her boots on and playfully snapped her fingers at him as he turned on the car.

"Come on, I don't want to miss the party" she smiled.

"Hey Demon" Emily called out as Damon downloaded the latest files from a newly acquired account. "Bonnie needs an escort to the Prom tomorrow night."

"It's Damon, ma'am" Damon mumbled.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course, my mistake," Emily said as she strolled away. "Black tie, you know."

He was introduced to her circle of friends, all young people born into their money, all with no real idea of who to work, how to support themselves. He felt included into their circle, though, as Bonnie did not introduce him as 'My Aunt's Intern,' but instead as 'My dear friend, Damon' If they thought him out of place, they did not let on. They listened intently as he discussed the merits of diversifying, making sure to parlay some into precious metals. They discussed politics and did not belittle his position against abortion.

The evening was finished and he walked her to her house door.

"Thank you, Damon" she gushed at her door and opened it.

"I had a lovely time," she whispered into his ear, then lightly pressed her lips to his.
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"Hi Aunty," she chirped as Damon and Emily sat at the breakfast table on Monday morning, going over the week's agenda. She kissed her Aunt's cheek, and then stepped back.

She smiled at Damon over Emily's shoulder, and raised the hem of her sundress. After showing him the slightest hint of her black lace underwear, she dropped it again and giggled at Damon's consternation.

"Aunt Emily, I have another Pilates Class this Saturday, okay?" she said and leaned over to show Damon that she was not wearing a bra.

"Um, okay, okay, um, another, that's the twenty third, right?" Emily mumbled as she looked at hir PDA.

"Gee I wonder who'll be picking her up," Damon muttered to himself.

It came as no surprise to him when he was delegated that task on Friday.

"Oh, poo, I couldn't foccus today," Bonnie sniffed when Damon asked her how it went, then brightened considerably. "But Matt's having a party, a little get-together at his place tonight. Please tell me you can come! That is, if Elena won't mind?"

"Elena's history," Damon admitted. "So, black tie, suit, what?"

"Blazer and tie is fine," Bonnie said and squeezed Damon's thigh, dangerously close to his cock.

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