Jacob toiled in the back room of the club restocking the night's inventory. He loved this time of the night when the moans and groans of the club goers were replaced by the tinkle of wine bottles and stemware. Naked Thursdays were always rough; made more so by the additional stress Xavier had put him through with his little stunt. From the look of the security tape, Fairchild was in rare form and his boy, Drake, had a front row seat to all the action.
Shaking his head, Jacob locked down the cabinet where he kept the good shit. His stock of liquor was second to none and always well inventoried to keep the post-work leaches at bay. He didn't trust anyone with the task but himself and Kimber, his second in command. And she knew better not to mess with the inventory. Fairchild would have both their asses. He turned to leave the room when he noticed the sexy figure filling the doorway.
Maggie Soon.
Jacob's eyes followed the full length of her. His Asian wet dream. Since the first day she had started working for Fairchild, she had been the subject of his every freaky fantasy; his go-to-lady for those really cold nights. Maggie was taller than most Asian chicks, but still was a whole two heads shorter than Jacob, who'd once played college b-ball before an injury derailed him. Maggie was the ultimate China doll. Porcelain skin. Seductive bedroom eyes. That Geisha body with an uncharacteristically fat ass.
Sometimes, on a slow nights, he'd catch himself staring at her from the bar and playing out little scenarios in his head. His personal favorite was the Samurai fantasy. He'd get so caught up in it that he'd hang real close to the edge of the bar. Thank God he had convinced Fairchild to install the granite top because the glass one she'd originally wanted would've put his business on front street.
Jacob cleared his throat, hoping to clear his current nasty thoughts. "Maggie."
"Jacob."
"Can I help you with something?"
"Fairchild will be entertaining the Pasha for the next couple of days and wanted to make sure His Excellency has his favorites stocked."
"Sure. Let me check his cabinet."
Maggie was always impressed with his efficiency. Jacob had actually set aside a special cabinet for the Pasha, for whenever he was in town. She watched as Jacob turned toward the back of the room toward a black lacquered armoire. He opened the double doors with a special key. Inside there was an assortment of foreign wines and liquors not readily available in the States. Perusing the stock, Jacob made quick mental notes. This shit was completely off limits to the regular bar staff and clientele by Fairchild's order. In fact, he was the only one allowed to mess with the stock, not even his second touched it.
Maggie studied the barkeep's body while he was turned away. She loved Jacob's build. So strong, so manly. His skin was a nice sable hue, complimented by his long, raven-colored cornrows and dark brown eyes. He could've gone into modeling with those looks, instead of slanging drinks. However, Fairchild did pay him well to man her bar and keep the staff in line. When she'd first met the man, she'd been hit with an attraction she could not comprehend. Brothers weren't her usually forte, but something about Jacob made her body sing.
She was so disturbed by this attraction she had taken great pains to avoid him at all costs, sending routers to him with messages from Fairchild. Then one day, Fairchild had made a demand that Maggie go directly to Jacob herself and get the answer. Nervous, but maintaining her cool demeanor, she went to Jacob to get Fairchild's answer and had found herself more head over heels for the man after hearing his soothing baritone.
"How long?"
"Too long," Maggie sighed absently.
"I mean how long is he staying?"
Maggie blushed profusely realizing she had spoken out loud. "Uh, just a week."
"I'll need to order one bottle from Amir, but we're good otherwise."
"Good."
An awkward silence fell between the two. Maggie was still reeling over her out loud commentary. Jacob bashfully tucked his hands in his pockets trying to keep them to himself since all he wanted to do was snatch her up. His eyes stared at her feet. She was wearing his favorite strappy sandals. The ones that arched her foot in just the right way, sending jolts right to his manhood. He was an admitted foot man. He simply loved a well arched foot, especially if the woman knew how to treat them well. Girlfriends past used to be pampered with pedicures all the time - on his dime or his time. That was correct, Jacob knew his way around a pumice stone like a pro and judging by Ms. Soon's toes, she kept up with her routine very well. The more he studied her feet, the more his arousal increased.
"I should go." Maggie turned to leave, but Jacob quickly snatched up her wrist. Before she could protest, he had pushed her up against the wall. "Jacob-"
"Sorry, Maggie, I've been waiting a long time to do this," he apologized as he lowered his mouth to hers.
In that instant, the cool, collected Ms. Soon melted against the mountain. She could feel every nuance of Jacob's frame pressing into her. He had lifted her up in such a way that her feet never touched the ground.
"So how long has it been?"
Maggie was in a haze of desire and just barely understood the question. "Since I first started working for Fairchild."
"Damn, a whole year and a half."
"Fairchild is a full time job. Besides after the last relationship I had, celibacy looked real good."
Jacob refused to ask her about her last man. Whoever he was, he was a dick for letting her go. Quickly forgetting the man, Jacob's mouth suckled on her neck, tasting her distinct flavor on his tongue, yet careful not to leave any telltale signs. His fingers worked her bun feverishly, entangling into their freed, silken depths. His other hand had been raising her skirt looking to get a feel of her puss.
Maggie wasn't idle, however. She tore at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to desperately feel his skin on hers. Jacob had already ripped off her panties and was feeling his way around. She wanted the same. They'd barely come up for air with the kiss they had started. Her head was feeling so light, she was so dizzy with passion. Suddenly, Jacob hoisted her onto the desk, unzipping her skin tight dress in one motion.
"Jacob... we shouldn't... somebody might... Unh, right there, right there!"
Jacob had inserted his long fingers into her depths, sliding them along her very tight and slick walls. They had immediately found her spot and kept playing upon it; his thumb pressing firmly on her hot button adding to the intensity and pleasure. It had been a long while since she had had a good roll in the hay and Jacob was definitely making up for lost time.
He dug through his pocket to retrieve a condom from his wallet and quickly strapped up since his patience was not playing fair with him. His jeans barely fell off his thighs giving Maggie access to grope his ample ass. Delving into her depths was like a fantasy come to life. All those wicked thoughts were confirmed. She was tight, she was wet and she was his. A hiss escaped between his teeth as Maggie's long nails dug into his bare back, halting his stroke momentarily.
Their eyes met.
"Sorry," she apologized, sheepishly. "It's really been a while."
Jacob was so overcome by her inner muscles stroking his dick, he shrugged off the pain and kept moving. His eyes glanced down to watch how his manhood moved in and out of her. Her thatch was clean shaven giving him a contrast of texture and color; her pale skin swallowing up his dark saber again and again. Then he caught a glimpse of her feet dangling by the desk and caught his breath. They looked so good; so good he needed a closer look.
"Let me see your feet girl," he growled against her ear.
"What?"
"Your leg. Bring it up on my shoulder."
Without further question, she stretched her leg over Jacob's shoulder, all while he pummeled her. Once the limb had reached its position, Maggie was taken on a new ride. "Shit, Jacob. Really?"
"Yeah, girl, it's like that."
She wouldn't have believed it if she wasn't feeling it happen. He had to have doubled in size, all because of her tiny foot. She didn't even like her feet, yet he was loving it like that. The tip of his dick was reaching so far back inside her she was trembling something fierce. Her head hung back, allowing her hair to sweep the desk.
Jacob's cheek rubbed up on her sandal-clad feet. The arch was perfect and the red paint was the right touch. He ran his tongue along her ankle straps, which strangely turned Maggie on. The tremors grew more intense. She fell back against the desk, taking in more of Jacob, who crisscrossed her legs in front of his stomach; giving him a double view of pleasure. Maggie and her feet.
"That's it, baby. C'mon."
Hearing his sexy voice goad her on was her undoing and Maggie let out an orgasmic scream, which gave way to Jacob's final thrusts and groan. Slowly pulling out of her depths, he rubbed his still throbbing dick against her shoe, allowing her juices to coat the leather straps. Then he pulled Maggie into his arms for a deep kiss.
After a few moments of silence, Maggie sighed. "What are we going to do?"
"Hopefully the answer is do this again?" Jacob laughed, squeezing her tight, causing her to join him in the humor - along with the unseen Fairchild, who'd witnessed the tryst from the safe, shadowed distance of the door before turning to leave for the night.
"Bout time," she chuckled in the wake of her footsteps.
Shaking his head, Jacob locked down the cabinet where he kept the good shit. His stock of liquor was second to none and always well inventoried to keep the post-work leaches at bay. He didn't trust anyone with the task but himself and Kimber, his second in command. And she knew better not to mess with the inventory. Fairchild would have both their asses. He turned to leave the room when he noticed the sexy figure filling the doorway.
Maggie Soon.
Jacob's eyes followed the full length of her. His Asian wet dream. Since the first day she had started working for Fairchild, she had been the subject of his every freaky fantasy; his go-to-lady for those really cold nights. Maggie was taller than most Asian chicks, but still was a whole two heads shorter than Jacob, who'd once played college b-ball before an injury derailed him. Maggie was the ultimate China doll. Porcelain skin. Seductive bedroom eyes. That Geisha body with an uncharacteristically fat ass.
Sometimes, on a slow nights, he'd catch himself staring at her from the bar and playing out little scenarios in his head. His personal favorite was the Samurai fantasy. He'd get so caught up in it that he'd hang real close to the edge of the bar. Thank God he had convinced Fairchild to install the granite top because the glass one she'd originally wanted would've put his business on front street.
Jacob cleared his throat, hoping to clear his current nasty thoughts. "Maggie."
"Jacob."
"Can I help you with something?"
"Fairchild will be entertaining the Pasha for the next couple of days and wanted to make sure His Excellency has his favorites stocked."
"Sure. Let me check his cabinet."
Maggie was always impressed with his efficiency. Jacob had actually set aside a special cabinet for the Pasha, for whenever he was in town. She watched as Jacob turned toward the back of the room toward a black lacquered armoire. He opened the double doors with a special key. Inside there was an assortment of foreign wines and liquors not readily available in the States. Perusing the stock, Jacob made quick mental notes. This shit was completely off limits to the regular bar staff and clientele by Fairchild's order. In fact, he was the only one allowed to mess with the stock, not even his second touched it.
Maggie studied the barkeep's body while he was turned away. She loved Jacob's build. So strong, so manly. His skin was a nice sable hue, complimented by his long, raven-colored cornrows and dark brown eyes. He could've gone into modeling with those looks, instead of slanging drinks. However, Fairchild did pay him well to man her bar and keep the staff in line. When she'd first met the man, she'd been hit with an attraction she could not comprehend. Brothers weren't her usually forte, but something about Jacob made her body sing.
She was so disturbed by this attraction she had taken great pains to avoid him at all costs, sending routers to him with messages from Fairchild. Then one day, Fairchild had made a demand that Maggie go directly to Jacob herself and get the answer. Nervous, but maintaining her cool demeanor, she went to Jacob to get Fairchild's answer and had found herself more head over heels for the man after hearing his soothing baritone.
"How long?"
"Too long," Maggie sighed absently.
"I mean how long is he staying?"
Maggie blushed profusely realizing she had spoken out loud. "Uh, just a week."
"I'll need to order one bottle from Amir, but we're good otherwise."
"Good."
An awkward silence fell between the two. Maggie was still reeling over her out loud commentary. Jacob bashfully tucked his hands in his pockets trying to keep them to himself since all he wanted to do was snatch her up. His eyes stared at her feet. She was wearing his favorite strappy sandals. The ones that arched her foot in just the right way, sending jolts right to his manhood. He was an admitted foot man. He simply loved a well arched foot, especially if the woman knew how to treat them well. Girlfriends past used to be pampered with pedicures all the time - on his dime or his time. That was correct, Jacob knew his way around a pumice stone like a pro and judging by Ms. Soon's toes, she kept up with her routine very well. The more he studied her feet, the more his arousal increased.
"I should go." Maggie turned to leave, but Jacob quickly snatched up her wrist. Before she could protest, he had pushed her up against the wall. "Jacob-"
"Sorry, Maggie, I've been waiting a long time to do this," he apologized as he lowered his mouth to hers.
In that instant, the cool, collected Ms. Soon melted against the mountain. She could feel every nuance of Jacob's frame pressing into her. He had lifted her up in such a way that her feet never touched the ground.
"So how long has it been?"
Maggie was in a haze of desire and just barely understood the question. "Since I first started working for Fairchild."
"Damn, a whole year and a half."
"Fairchild is a full time job. Besides after the last relationship I had, celibacy looked real good."
Jacob refused to ask her about her last man. Whoever he was, he was a dick for letting her go. Quickly forgetting the man, Jacob's mouth suckled on her neck, tasting her distinct flavor on his tongue, yet careful not to leave any telltale signs. His fingers worked her bun feverishly, entangling into their freed, silken depths. His other hand had been raising her skirt looking to get a feel of her puss.
Maggie wasn't idle, however. She tore at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to desperately feel his skin on hers. Jacob had already ripped off her panties and was feeling his way around. She wanted the same. They'd barely come up for air with the kiss they had started. Her head was feeling so light, she was so dizzy with passion. Suddenly, Jacob hoisted her onto the desk, unzipping her skin tight dress in one motion.
"Jacob... we shouldn't... somebody might... Unh, right there, right there!"
Jacob had inserted his long fingers into her depths, sliding them along her very tight and slick walls. They had immediately found her spot and kept playing upon it; his thumb pressing firmly on her hot button adding to the intensity and pleasure. It had been a long while since she had had a good roll in the hay and Jacob was definitely making up for lost time.
He dug through his pocket to retrieve a condom from his wallet and quickly strapped up since his patience was not playing fair with him. His jeans barely fell off his thighs giving Maggie access to grope his ample ass. Delving into her depths was like a fantasy come to life. All those wicked thoughts were confirmed. She was tight, she was wet and she was his. A hiss escaped between his teeth as Maggie's long nails dug into his bare back, halting his stroke momentarily.
Their eyes met.
"Sorry," she apologized, sheepishly. "It's really been a while."
Jacob was so overcome by her inner muscles stroking his dick, he shrugged off the pain and kept moving. His eyes glanced down to watch how his manhood moved in and out of her. Her thatch was clean shaven giving him a contrast of texture and color; her pale skin swallowing up his dark saber again and again. Then he caught a glimpse of her feet dangling by the desk and caught his breath. They looked so good; so good he needed a closer look.
"Let me see your feet girl," he growled against her ear.
"What?"
"Your leg. Bring it up on my shoulder."
Without further question, she stretched her leg over Jacob's shoulder, all while he pummeled her. Once the limb had reached its position, Maggie was taken on a new ride. "Shit, Jacob. Really?"
"Yeah, girl, it's like that."
She wouldn't have believed it if she wasn't feeling it happen. He had to have doubled in size, all because of her tiny foot. She didn't even like her feet, yet he was loving it like that. The tip of his dick was reaching so far back inside her she was trembling something fierce. Her head hung back, allowing her hair to sweep the desk.
Jacob's cheek rubbed up on her sandal-clad feet. The arch was perfect and the red paint was the right touch. He ran his tongue along her ankle straps, which strangely turned Maggie on. The tremors grew more intense. She fell back against the desk, taking in more of Jacob, who crisscrossed her legs in front of his stomach; giving him a double view of pleasure. Maggie and her feet.
"That's it, baby. C'mon."
Hearing his sexy voice goad her on was her undoing and Maggie let out an orgasmic scream, which gave way to Jacob's final thrusts and groan. Slowly pulling out of her depths, he rubbed his still throbbing dick against her shoe, allowing her juices to coat the leather straps. Then he pulled Maggie into his arms for a deep kiss.
After a few moments of silence, Maggie sighed. "What are we going to do?"
"Hopefully the answer is do this again?" Jacob laughed, squeezing her tight, causing her to join him in the humor - along with the unseen Fairchild, who'd witnessed the tryst from the safe, shadowed distance of the door before turning to leave for the night.
"Bout time," she chuckled in the wake of her footsteps.