WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 149: The price of success(3)

From the moment she turned around until she reached the door, she didn’t look back, but just as she opened the large, strong, encompassing door which matched the desk perfectly through the type of wood and intricacy, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. She smiled at him staring at her as her hand closed around a smooth, alluring golden handle that was probably as real as they could make it without sacrificing solid functionality and integrity. Once she stroked the handle down, she pressed firmly against the wood, forcing it to open for her with the pressure of her touch. When passage out of the room became available, she strutted through the door, ensuring to make herself look as tight as possible, while she accompanied the smile with a slow wink, before disappearing and then closing the divide between them with purpose.

When Cynthia walked in the door, she ran to Trent and hugged him, happy to be home and away from all of those piercing, demeaning eyes.

After taking one look at her, he asked, “Was it all that bad?”

Even though the words that made up the questions seemed like they could have been domineering, the sentiment behind his expression and tone was genuine.

Cynthia did not want to tell her husband about the encounter with his boss, because she feared that there would be jealousy, or worse, a sense of pleasure derived from the situation. So, she just looked up at Trent and gave a slight shrug.

“I told you that he had an ulterior motive for hiring you...” He shrugged, “Most women who are hired don’t last, because of his expectations...If you don’t want to do it...”

“No!” She answered, trying her best to be absolute. “I want to do it. We need the money and I think it might be interesting.”

Cynthia then focused on the warmth of his arms, surrounding her and she felt comforted. Trent’s body was younger than the senior executives, but just about as well toned. His broad chest and lean arms rippled with muscles every time he moved and his form slid flatly into a slate of abs which flowed down to his groin and delicious manliness.

Yet, it was his face that she drew the most comfort from at the moment as she stared lovingly into Trent’s eyes, after only a moment of hugging him tightly. She smiled as she saw a flash of an expansive grin cross his face, which made his deep brown eyes immediately brighten. Looking at her husband now, she was reminded that even the shape of his face was incredibly masculine, while his expressions continued to seem, almost boyish in nature. The juxtaposition made for a very interesting mix.

They were interrupted by the sound of Trent’s work phone. He pulled away from her and answered it. After speaking back and forth for a few moments, he hung up the phone and informed her that she will start tomorrow.

Cynthia tried her best to illuminate the sense of nervousness she felt as pure excitement, but she could tell that Trent wasn’t buying it; at least

not completely.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He asked, encircling her in his arms again.

She smiled reassuringly and replied, “I will be fine...”

He nodded and answered, “Okay...” Then, after a moment, he shrugged and said, “I’m going to go to bed...I’m really tired.” Then, without waiting for her to respond, he broke away and headed towards the bedroom.

Cynthia stood there for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what she should do, but eventually decided that no matter what was going to happen at the firm tomorrow; she was going to need her rest, so going to sleep wasn’t such a bad idea.

***

Her first day of the job, despite the awkwardness of the interview process seemed to be fairly uneventful. Trent was tasked with showing her the day-to-day operations of the firm and she was instructed to sit in on his meetings with clients, in order to see how he, one of the best salespeople they had, massaged the clients into investing their life-savings with their company.

Throughout the morning, Cynthia saw a whole slew of high-profile people coming in to set up investments, but despite the amount of warning she received about the ethics of the company, it really did seem as though it was business as usual.

Then, Trent got a call that seemed to change his attitude immediately.

When she asked him what that call was about, he told her, “That was Mr. Rossini. Just as I thought, he and another senior partner want to gauge just how serious you are about your willingness to do anything.” The way he said the last word showed his growing disdain for the idea. She knew that he wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but Cynthia could tell that whatever it was her showing her shamelessly exposed, pink-tipped bosom of fun was not going to cut it.

Of course, the two of them were sexually adventurous with one another and neither one of them was ever a prude, but neither of them had ever looked outside the relationship for satisfaction and even though she knew what she was getting into, at least on the surface, she understood the discomfort that Trent had with the situation, because she felt it too.

Still, she had promised him that she would do anything for him and so she remained steadfast in her conviction. “Okay...Where are we going to meet?”

“We’re both supposed to go to a ritzy hotel downtown...They are going to meet us there.” He informed, before grabbing his suit jacket and began to walk towards the door.