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 Brad looked sexy as the devil, lying on his stomach, arm draped over the edge of the bed,
dirty blonde hair tousled, buck naked.  "Baby, come on," he rasped, attempting
to entice Nicolette for a quickie.  "You've got time."
  "Like hell I do," she replied, hobbling past in search of her second blue
patent leather pump, the only shoes that matched her interview suit, the one she'd
bought following graduation for the express purpose of landing a fabulous management track
position at a Fortune 500 company.
  "But you're not even meeting with them until ten," Brad made a grab for
her ass as she bent over to look under the bed.
  She pushed him away.  "Stop it, Brad, I'm not kidding."
  Brad rolled onto his back, revealing a glorious morning hard on.  "You need to
chill, Nicky.  Climb up here and show Cowboy Brad what a good little cowgirl you
are."
  "I'm not riding your dick, Brad.  I'm trying to get a damn job, you
know, so we can eat and pay the rent?"
  Brad reached for a cigarette.  "You got your period or what?"
  Nicolette threw up her hands.  "Fuck it, I give up.  I have to find my shoe, I
lost the car keys and I'm like ten minutes late already!  Don't you realize what
an opportunity this is?  Simons Inc. is one of the most prestigious privately held venture
capital businesses in the country.  They interview like one, maybe two members of the
State University MBA class a year.  You think they're gonna be cool with me showing
up late because I had to take care of my horny boyfriend?"
  "Horny boyfriends are the backbone of capitalism," he grinned.
  Nicolette rolled her eyes.  Brad was too damn smart and way too cute for his own good. 
She'd probably be supporting his ass for the next ten years, unless she figured out
how to sell some of those abstract tin sculptures of his.  "Whatever.  Just please
help me find my shoe."
  "It's on the dresser.  And the keys are in the ashtray on the coffee
table."
  "Thanks."  She gave him a peck on the forehead.  "Try to get out of bed
before noon, will you?"
  "You call that a kiss?" he complained.
  "Anything more will start trouble and you know it."
  He took hold of her upper arms and pulled her in for a deep passionate lip lock.
  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.
  Their lips molded, he was about to get his tongue between her lips.  Her brain was
screaming no, but her body was itching to collaborate, Brad's little slut, totally
inappropriate sense of timing as always.
  "Brad..."  She tried to breathe.  "Please..."
  He unbuttoned her jacket and pulled her blouse out of her skirt.  "Just give in,
baby, Bradley knows what you need."
  She bit her lip as his hands worked up under her bra grasping her breasts.  He knew
just how to work her, just how to caress her nipples into aching points, converting her
into a mass of squirming need.
  "I—I need to go..."
  "No, honey, you need to come."
  He was right.  She did need it...
  She was too hungry to take off her panties.  She straddled his rock hard erection,
pulling aside the silk panel.  She took him in one smooth motion, to the hilt, deep inside
her wet, hot sex.
  "That's my good girl.  Make my cock happy."
  The dirty talk pushed her over the top.  She started to spasm.  Her nails dug into his
bare chest.  "Oh god, oh, god..."
  Brad rolled her over, taking his place of natural male superiority.  Shit, her hair.
  He started fucking her, hard and fast.
  "Wrap your legs," he growled.  "Pull me in."
  She locked her ankles behind him, at his mercy, his woman, his little fuck doll as long
as he wanted her.  She cried out as his mouth found her left breast, practically tearing
the bra away.
  He bit down.  She was going to have a nice hickey for her interview.  At least it was
in a place no one would see.  
  Brad slammed his cock, pushing her from one orgasm to another, crashing waves that
almost but not completely separated her from her responsibilities, the imperative need to
get to the Simons Building.  Almost, but not completely.  It was that little gap, the
small difference that made up her complicated feelings of frustration mixed with erotic
helplessness.
  This was her fault.  She was naughty, too much of a slut to have gotten out the door. 
If she wasn't such a horny bitch, he would have let her go.  She wanted Brad to take
her seriously, but how could he think of her as a potential middle manager when she moaned
and writhed and whimpered, craving cock, needing sex, night and day.
  "Gonna...come...so fucking hard," he groaned.
  "Yea, baby, give it to me," she begged.
  He spurted into her, his cock thickening as he climaxed.  His come was hot and thick,
she could feel it filling her, marking her.  She'd have it inside her as she
interviewed.  There wouldn't be time for another shower.  She'd be dripping the
come, while talking to the people at Simons, Inc.
  "Mmm," he sighed in pure satisfaction.  "That's what I'm
talking about."
  "If I lose a chance at this job," she declared climbing off him. 
"I'm going to kill you."
  "Don't worry, the corporate fascists will love you, just flash a little T and
A for them."
  "You're impossible."  She buttoned her blouse.  "Look at me."
  "I'd rather fuck you again."
  "In your dreams, buddy boy."  Nicolette retrieved a washcloth from the
bathroom to clean her pussy as best she could.  She was still tingling, still spasming. 
The biggest part of her wanted to crawl back into bed, stripped naked, allowing Brad to do
what we wanted.  They were opposite in that way.  In life she was all motivation, full of
drive for both of them, but when it came to sex; she needed him to call the shots.  He had
to initiate for her to be wet; that was the only way she knew she was wanted.
  Brad was more than happy to oblige, especially with her paying most of the bills.  Her
mother said she was being exploited by him, but she didn't understand.  They were in
love.  They had a future...maybe.
  "I'll give you a call when it's over," she said, not daring to risk
another kiss.
  Brad was massaging his cock, making it hard again.  "I'll have more of this
for you, sweetheart."
  Her mouth watered.  She hoped he'd ask her to suck him later.  She loved the taste
of cock, his cock, swollen and hot, bursting in her mouth.