Juice: Part Two (Juice #2) Read Free Page A

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to his subordinate, he places his hand on my upper thigh and looks directly
into my eyes. My skin goes cold. I clamp down my hand over his and push it
away. I stand quickly. “I’ll be back, I have to pee.”
    I retreat to a filthy bathroom stall in the ladies’ room. I
figure I’m better here than getting finger-banged on the patio. What do I do?
Run the hell out of here, tell Barry to fuck off, and potentially cause a
scene?
    I’m annoyed but buzzed enough to shoot a quick text to
Everett: “Hey, what’re you up to? Creepy boss is creeping me out with creepy
shots. Wanna get together?”
    I hesitate a moment and stare at my message. Dammit. He’s
going to think I’m desperate. Texting the very next day. He’s never going to
respond. Hot, young, rich men do not suffer foolish drunk texts from paralegals
moonlighting as startup juice cleanse salespeople. I’m screwed.
    Ding. It’s Everett, responding with a short message, “Yes.
Can’t stop thinking about you. Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
    “Sombreros something?” I write back, pretending I haven’t
been here a dozen times.
    Be there in 15. I exit the bathroom to find Barry waiting
for me at the door. He looks annoyed.
    “Hey where’d you go? I told everyone you were probably
taking a shit in there you were gone so long. C’mon let’s get back to the
table.”
    “Actually, boss, I think I’m going to head out in a moment,
my stomach is feeling a bit off tonight,” I say and begin to walk away.
    “Oh, so you do have the shits, just kidding,” he says while
walking after me. “How about you dance with me one song? This is my favorite
Pitbull, “Hey yea yea! Don’t stop the party!” he yell-sings while jumping
behind me. He grinds his bulge against my butt and pulls my hips in close to
his. “Hey, that’s enough, Barry,” I say, and continue walking toward the exit.
“Hey, I’m not done with you!” Barry exclaims while grabbing my arm and yanking
me towards him.
    I scream and try to break free, no to avail. Then, I hear a
familiar deep and pleasant voice behind me again. It’s Everett.
     “Bron, is this guy bothering you?”
     “Hey pal, I’m her boss, and we’re just having a good
time. Fuck off.”
    Everett grabs Barry firmly by his collar and breaks us free.
“You’ll let her go,” he calmly says while moving him back several feet. My arm
stings from where Barry grabbed me.
     “Are you okay?” he asks while Barry storms off.
     “Yeah, just get me out of here. Thank you so much.”
    Everett quickly escorts me to the street where a brand new
white Tesla is waiting just outside.
     “Is there anything unsexy about you, Everett?”
     “Very little,” he says while giving me a quick kiss on
the lips. I’m instantly feeling excited and secure with this new beau behind
the wheel. The electric motor quietly whisks us away from the ugly scene and
through Manhattan’s darkened streets.

Chapter Six
    I’m filled with rage but also suddenly feeling so secure
with Everett driving. Emboldened by his confidence, I slide my hand across the
console and toward his pants zipper.
     “No distracting the driver,” he says, with a wink.
     “I won’t be distracting,” I say with a slight smile
and a side-long glance. I continue to pull down the zipper where I find his
cock swelling in anticipation. I pull him completely outside, lean over, and
begin to make love to him with my mouth. I lovingly caress his cock to show my appreciation
to my night’s savior. My hand slides up and down and around, slickening the
shaft while he grows and throbs in my mouth.
    We enter the freeway, and I feel the car accelerate and
gather speed as his foot presses into the floor. I quicken my pace, sucking,
pulling, and lathering his thick cock with saliva. I instinctively find my
other hand exploring toward my pussy and begin rubbing myself. I’m surprised by
how wet I am. I pull my panties aside, and start rubbing my clit and g-spot.