He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Did he ever make you come?"

I shook my head.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

I shook my head again.

"Today is your lucky day, isn't it?"

His hot breaths danced up and down my neck and around my ears. His hand slowly inched themselves back in my panties. The rhythmic motions brought me closer to the edge, and I pushed into him, pulling him closer, wanting to tip over and pour out, to experience an orgasm because I could feel the overcoming build taking over every part of me. I moaned.

"Why did you end it?"

I panted and bit my lip with satisfaction. With each word, I had to forcefully breathlessly focus on answering his question.

"I found out. He was cheating on me. With a family friend. He got the girl pregnant."

"Did it anger you?"

I was so close. I think? I could feel it. And I whimpered and thought I would lose my balance. He removed his hand from my panties, yet a-fucking-gain.

"Not yet. You'll come when I let you."

Oh fuck. I wanted to bitch slap that smirk from his beautiful face, grab his hair, and yank it hard.

"Now tell me. Did it anger you?"

"Not as much as you are right now."

"Wrong answer."

He crossed his arms and I released a sigh of desperation, and want, and longing. I needed to feel it. I drank the horny potion, and I needed to get it out. It was making me crazy and unfocused. I had never been so turned on in my life and either he would finish the job, or I would learn how.

"What is your type?"

He laced his fingers through my hair and lightly tugged, forcing me look into his deep green eyes.

"I asked you about your type."

"I don't fucking know, okay?" Frustration didn't fully describe my feelings. He jerked my pants down along with my panties and spread my legs wide as he slammed my ass against the cold wall. Like they were magnetized, his hands found their place on my clit again. Slow, mesmerizing movements, and I promised to tell him anything he wanted to know, but short answers because full conversation was out of the question.

"Tall and handsome."

He murmured, "So what you're say is you want to fuck me, little virgin?"

"Fuck you." I panted. And he released his hand from my wrists, and stuck his finger in my mouth, and I sucked and licked it.

What the hell was I doing?

He moaned with satisfaction as he satisfied me. At that moment, I would have let him slam me against his wooden desk and fuck me senseless. He knew it and so did my body. But I couldn't be wham-bam-thank you-fucked. My virginity was for sale. We both knew that. It was clearly spelled out in the legal document I signed.

"That look on your face. I know what it means. I want to hear you yell it when you're coming. Fucking tell me," he said between soft lips as he ran his fingers through my hair.

My hips naturally moved with the rhythm of his hand, and I sank deeper into my emotions, allowing the movement and pressure to consume every bit of me. It took me in and pushed me out until I couldn't control myself any longer. And then it happened.

"Oh. Fuck. I think. I'm. Coming," I whispered.

The sweet flood of release overtook me physically as every muscle tightened and clenched below. He kept the movement slow and soft until I had completely finished coming. My legs wobbled, and I thought I would fall, but he steadied me as I lost myself in the orgasmic wave. My heart pounded, trying to beat itself from my chest, and I thought I would crumble into nothingness and become dust in the wind. I was useless.

Oh my fucking… god. What had I been missing all of my life?

He fidgeted with his dark blue tie and removed the space between us. I didn't know what to do or say. Soap and summer breeze filled my nose, and I could feel his erection pressing on my leg.

I looked into his eyes. Without saying a word, he searched and called me like his personal sex kitten. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and he placed one finger over my lips and whispered in my ear.

"Don't say I never fucking gave you anything. Now get out."

"You are such an asshole."

"That's Mr. Asshole to you."

I pulled up my big-girl-who-just-had-an-orgasm-in-her-boss's-office panties and swooshed my messy curls to the side as I buttoned my pants. The room was suffocating and I couldn't breathe.

When I made it to the elevator all I could do was call him an asshole repeatedly. Fucking asshole, asshole, asshole!

On the fifth floor, Jesse stepped into the elevator, and when the door shut, she laughed. Not a genuine one, but rather an evil bitch laugh. The type of laugh that only she could conjure from the pits of hell.

"What?" I asked smugly.

"You're wearing a J.B.F face."

"J.B.F?"

"Seriously? Just been fucked, dumbass, and you smell like sex."

I crossed my legs and could feel the wetness in my panties.

When the glass elevator doors opened, all I wanted to do was burst through the lobby and never look back. But wait, people actually smelled like sex? And she could smell it? Either way, I was convinced that everyone in that building were nothing more than giant assholes.

Anger coated me as realization set in. I had given that womanizing dickhead the pleasure of giving me my first orgasm.

Damn it!

I should have slapped that asshole's pretty face when I had the chance.

Eight

Warm air hit my face. All I wanted to do was get rid of the electric current that ran through my bones. Forget about the ache between my legs and jumbled thoughts in my mind. I've never been looked at the way Mr. Felton looked at me. Or touched, or spoken to in a manner that made me feel… what? Sexy? Dirty?

Now get out. The words were short and simple, but held so much within them. The vengeance in his voice, the hate in his eyes, made me want to punch him in the throat. But his throat led up to his chiseled jaw and pouty lips, and those eyes and cheekbones. Oh fuck, those eyes.

Mr. Felton seemed so proper in his pressed black suit and blue tie with his hands in my panties.

But would I do it again? In a fucking heartbeat.

I went to the hotel and tried to forget the whole situation although I knew that was impossible. I watched stupid girl movies and ordered from room service! Hello Friday night!

All night long, my mind spun until eventually the time blurred. Hours and seconds melted into one long-lived experience, one that I hoped I didn't look back at in ten years and regret.

What had happened? I had agreed to be a call girl. Agreed to sell my virginity. Mr. Felton placed his hands down my pants. I had smelled like sex. Jesse hated me. I watched stupid girl movies that didn't make me feel any better about myself. All facts.

The soft hotel sheets covered my almost-naked body. I stretched and threw the covers off and opened the curtains in the room.

"Well hello, Lady Luck. Don't be a bitch today," I whispered to the busy city streets. The unknown thrilled me and scared the crap out of me; a wicked mix of conflicting emotions whirled within.

Every move I made always required detailed planning, calculations of possible outcomes, with the worst scenario having its own backup plan. I never imagined becoming a call girl, never in my sexiest dreams.

Before I completely lost track of my emotions, I decided to call Abbie. I didn't care what time it was there, I needed to talk to her, confide in her, and tell someone what I was up to just in case something bad happened. I watched way too much CSI.

After I clicked her name from my favorites, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to answer.

Nothing.

As soon as I hung up, I had a call.

"Mornin'." I tried to put as much cheeriness in my voice as I could muster.

"This better be important. You know how much I hate mornings." And boy did I. She hated them like I hated the taste of coconut, or being alone, or even how I hated getting my feet wet when it rained. If the sun never shined again in the morning, I think Abbie would have been perfectly okay with that. She was such a grump before 10:00 a.m.

"I love how you hate mornings. Anyway. I'm sorry, Ab. I. I needed to talk to you."

When she responded, her voice was raspy and full of annoyance, but then softened.

"You took the job, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Silence.

Complete and utter silence filled the other line. I actually thought I heard the phone drop.

"Wait, what? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"You said to keep my options open."

"I didn't mean that, Jennifer."

I somewhat expected this reaction from her. I really did and I needed it. I needed to know that someone cared. That someone could pull me from the darkness if I ever got lost.

"Abbie."

"Jennifer Antoinette."

Usually, I wanted people to call me Jennifer Ann, but no, everyone had to say the full name. What the hell was my mother thinking?

"You've got to be shitting me. You're a virgin. Virgins can't be call girls unless…" She trailed off and stopped talking mid-sentence. We both knew there were plenty of sexual acts a person could perform without compromising their virginity.

"You don't have to do this, you know. You're smart. Pretty. You graduated in the top of your class at the University of Houston. You were always the one to make the best decisions. And you don't really need the money. I just… I don't know what to say."