Business or Pleasure?
It's the ten year anniversary of the foundation of my company. A great deal of colleagues from both the European and US offices are here to celebrate the event. But I can't seem to keep my eyes off of you. I ask about you to my receptionist and she tells me that you're a newly hired consultant from our European office. "Would you like me to arrange the seating so that you're sitting next to her?" my assistant asks me. I give her my consent and inwardly think to myself that if this night goes off well – in more ways than one – my assistant will be handsomely rewarded later.
The dress you're wearing looks stunning on you, and it doesn't hurt that it's in my favorite color – red. When we're finally escorted to the dinner area, I hold out your chair for you and say, "You look fabulous in this dress. Did you pick it out especially to impress the company owner?" You're blush suits you well as you murmur a thank you and sit down in the seat I have proffered you.
"I wore it because it was the only one I could find in my size on such short notice. I've only just been hired, so I honestly don't even know who the owner of the company is. And red happens to be my favorite color, so I thought that it was a sign that I should wear it."
I nod my head in approval of your reply and say "Well, darling, it looks smashing on you," trying to impress you with my choice of diction. As I say this, I casually slide my hand on your leg while turning my attention to the rest of the group seated at our table, getting ready to tell them a story. You, to your merit, don't even flinch and pretend to be enraptured by what I'm telling the group. Eventually though, my hand starts to feel warm on your leg, making it difficult for you to keep a straight face.
Thankfully, for you, the main dish is served, drawing everyone's attention to their plates instead of to the faces across the table from them. However, I take this moment to let my hand glide up and down your thigh, each time moving my hand a tiny bit higher until my fingertips are eventually reaching under the hem of your dress. It's a good that the restaurant is fairly dark or people would be able to see my hand almost disappear underneath your dress, if they were to look up from their meals.
I all but pause eating my food to smile at you, noticing as the blush you wore before slowly starts to creep back up your elegant neck. A neck I so badly want to attach my lips to. If only this dinner would finish up so I can do just that. As dessert is arriving, my fingers are coming dangerously close to your panties. So I lean close to you and whisper ever so softly "I bet that you're already wet and can't wait for me to touch you." Once I say that, I notice you open your legs ever so slightly and I hear your nearly inaudible sigh as my fingers quickly graze across your lace panties. My lips, still close to your ear, and my raspy, Amy Winehouse like voice, sends shivers down your spine and a fire deep in the pit of your stomach.
All of these ministrations on my part have caused you to be driven close to the edge, making you fight hard to not lose control. Of course, the inappropriateness of the situation – nearly getting fingered by an American at an event for your newly hired job – hasn't lost its effect on you and the risk of possibly getting caught only fuels the fire. In a desperate attempt to hide your situation, you gran a napkin and hold it in front of your face, acting like you're getting ready to sneeze. I seize this as the perfect moment to pull your panties aside, sliding my fingers through your wet folds, playing with your wet pussy and throbbing clit. This, it turns out, is too much for you and you finally let loose. I let two of my slick fingers work themselves deep into your pussy and enjoy the way the walls of your pussy feel as they contract against my fingers, slowly ebbing until you regain composure.
Putting your napkin down, you excuse yourself from the table, claiming that you needed to freshen up in the bathroom. From the corner of your eye, you see me discreetly place the two fingers that were in your pussy in my mouth. Knowing that those were the fingers that had just been inside your pussy, your blush becomes a deeper red, rivaling that of your dress.
I wait a few moments to be sure that my absence at the table will not raise any suspicions and follow you to the bathroom. Once I'm inside the bathroom, I wait for you to come out of the stall. "Hello," I say, accidentally startling you. After clearing my throat, I start again. "Sorry, but let me properly introduce myself to you, seeing as how we just spent our dinner, I think it's only appropriate. My name is Santana Lopez. I'm the owner of this company." With that statement, your eyes go wide, flashing a range of emotions. "And you would be…?"
"Qu-Quinn. Quinn Fabray. I'm a new hire in the European office…" God, your stumbling of words just makes you all the more attractive to me, which renews the fire that I feel in my own stomach.
"Well, Ms. Fabray. Seeing as how I gave you an orgasm, which it seemed you quite enjoyed, if I'm not mistaken, I'd like to continue this later on. What do you say? Don't worry, I won't tell the boss if you don't." And with that, I leaned forward, lightly kissed you on the lips, tugging your lower lip down in the process and slipped you my room key for later. "Hope to see you soon." And out the door I went, knowing that you'd be under me shortly, making this the best work party ever.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed chapter ten! Now, time to make some replies back from the past three chapters that I haven't replied back to you. Here goes:
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Findingside: I got your one shot prompt done, and your multichapter one is getting the materials done first. Gotta know what my characters! Lol
S. Warrior: assertive Quinn. Got it. You might want to check out one of my multichapter fics coming out soon cuz Quinn will be assertive there occasionally
Technicallyimpaired: thanks! It was hard work, but I'm glad I did it. As for the subject matter, please! All ideas are great ones so shout 'em out. Or pm them to me. Either way lol
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Guest: I hope that you read nine and that it worked for ya. If not, check out my multichapter stories because those will have more dialogue.
Weareyoung07: thanks! I'm glad you liked it. And Santana ravishing Quinn. Got it! I'll add that to my prompt list.
S. Warrior: yup. One of my multichapter story prompts will be quinntana. The other is a crossover. And thanks for thinking the chapter was hot!
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Quinntanarivergron4life: glad you loooooooooooveeeeeed itttttt! What was your favorite part?
S. Warrior: I'm sensing a pattern over here: all my stories are hot for you! Lol hopefully you're not reading them in inappropriate places. But, I'm glad you think they're hot.
FindingSide: thank you! Lol I'll try to write more like that. I just let the juices flow and see where it takes me. So most of my stories change a bit each time I write them. At least, that's how my one shots are gonna be.
Guest: I'll be making my multichapter posts longer. But, I figured with a one shot, as long as I can convey what I want the reader to read, then it shouldn't matter the length of the story.
Ayofluff: Glad you like it!