Juice: Part One (Juice #1) Read Free

positions himself closely behind me, and SLAP. A firm smack across my ass echoes in the cavernous living room. He slides his cock back in and starts rhythmically pounding me. He’s fucking me hard now and very deep. His balls slap my clit with every repetition, and my vision begins to close in again. My legs begin to tremor and I feel my insides turning. I can’t hold back any longer. I shout out, “FUCK, I’m coming again… fuck me fuck me fuck me…”
         “Me too, Bron, I’m shooting inside you!”
         We climax together in a seemingly never-ending series of pulsations. We collapse together on the couch, and lay for a moment, before falling into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Chapter Four
     
     
         “Hey, you girls want these leftover cupcakes from the meeting earlier? I think they’re red velvet.”
         “No, thanks, Barry”
         “I forgot you girls don’t eat before noon!” he laughs at his own joke.
         Gross .
         I’m snapped back to reality at my desk job, though my mind keeps wandering to my new billionaire customer. Was I just fooling myself that he really was interested in the company or was he just using me for sex?
         “Tell me again what happened,” Denise insists. “You got an order for your juice company, and a second later you two are having sex? And I thought I was the slut!”
         She’s right, I’m always quick to judge girls around me, but here I was last night, giving it away so easy. But it wasn’t so easy. It was a wild turn of events. It could have happened to anyone.
         “Denise, I dropped the order all over the lobby floor and was mortified,” I explain. “I thought for sure the customer was my typical, impatient and bossy type, ready to ask for a refund and kick my clumsy butt to the curb, but Everett even helped me clean up my mess.”
         “He sounds like a real catch. Do you think he has any other single, hot, billionaire friends?”
         “I will definitely ask next time I see him.”
         After last evening’s encounter, I’m working at a half-pace at DW and W. I’m typing, “Under these circumstances, the Court of Appeals holds that no contract was ever made between the parties with respect to an order that defendant submitted because the plaintiff fucked my brains out so good that –” Oh god, did I really just type that?
         My day is an endless series of meetings, note taking, and tense phone calls. Maybe I should see if this investment is real and take our juice cleanse big time. Unless I want to go back to school for three years, pass the bar, and become one of these lawyers.  I have to do something.
         Thump. thump. thump. I can feel Barry lumbering down the hall well before he even gets to our office. “Hey, hey, ladies. It’s 5pm somewhere. Here, actually. You’re still up for thirsty Thursdays?”
         “Is Sean coming?” I ask through clenched teeth and no eye contact.
         “Yeah, I think so. Why, you have a thing for him? Just kidding, no dating allowed in the office. Unless it’s me. Just kidding, again! Anyway, I’ll see you there.” Barry says, satisfied with himself.
         What a maniac.
         “Bronwyn,” Denise says, “Let’s just go and have a drink and see what happens?”
         “Alright.  One drink.”

Chapter Five
     
         Sombreros Taqueria . Authentic Mexican Restaurant. Right.
         Even at 5:30 in the evening, this place reeks of stale beer, cheap tequila, and post-fratastic antics.
         “Let’s grab a table outside,” I insist. Denise and I follow Sean to the back courtyard with overhanging trees with lights, tiki torches, and an outdoor DJ.
         Now, this, I can do.
         “What do you think about her?” Sean says, motioning to a petite brunette at another table.
         “She’s cute! Go talk to her,” I suggest. Sean was tall, handsome, and sweet, but totally lacking