ADAM
The first time that anybody had ever given me a gift, as big as the one Anne had
given me today, I was sixteen. My Father had given me the keys to the new car
for a date. Not my mom's car. The one I usually drove, but the GTO. The
hotrod, which he loved. I was so scared to put it into gear that I sat in the
driveway for fifteen minutes. I drove like my grandmother all night too, made
my girlfriend nuts.
This was a bigger deal. Anne had put her exotic little psyche into my hands,
and I could hardly breathe. I had asked for her on a whim, not really expecting
Jon to give her to me. She was the best piece to walk through those doors in a
couple of years. Okay, since me. She was right about one thing though. I knew
her. Inside and out. Every twisted little nook and cranny of her mind and body
was my domain. She balked out of habit, but got into it when forced to. Lovely
little tears and all.
Hot woman, very hot, and such a little bitch at work too. I wouldn't fuck with
her, and she had done some word-processing for me when I was in a bind. Great
personal assistant. Now that was a cool thought. Hire her for myself, and keep
her naked under her business suits in the office. Chill that. I still had to
decide what to do with her tonight. She'd been without any release all weekend,
but she'd gotten everybody else off a couple of hundred times. She'd be hot for
it alright, and it was my decision whether she could have it. Cool.
Jon came into where I was sitting, and looked over my shoulder. His big hands
on my neck, deliciously cool. His voice floating over me.
"You heard?"
"Yes." I answered an edge of excitement floating through my voice.
"She'll be expecting you to cut her some slack for your emotional attachment."
I laughed, what an easily changed misconception. Anne wouldn't like me if I
eased up on her. She'd think I was going soft. Not a chance. Not with her.
"Well, I'll clear that misconception up quickly." I would too, and I would be
having a wonderful time doing it. "I'm going to take her to my house, Jay
should be there, and he's been asking about her." Jon chuckled, shaking his
head.
"Go to it. See you next weekend." I bid him good night, and went to collect my
slave.
