Charity's Warrior (13 page)

"Cum!" he demanded. "Cum with me now!"

Finally, he let me crash over the edge, my pussy clenching at his hardness, squeezing it tightly, but unable to stop its motion. This desperate climax is coming from inside me and my clit at the same time, but it feels more like my entire body is cumming. Every inch of me is exploding ecstasy, convulsing in a long, intense spasm. I am screaming, loudly this time, this was
neighbors calling the police
screaming.

Justin was growling and screaming with me, exploding inside me. The sheath of muscle that covers him is flexing and twitching around me.

Usually, a strong orgasm makes my legs tighten and close, but the silk ties are preventing that, leaving me exposed to his fingers still strumming my clit. My whole body is convulsing and clenching, muscles squeezing to the explosion of the release.

Finally!

Finally!

Finally!

It took me, swept me into the crashing wet heat, and my cries slowly died into moans.

Justin is barely able to move now, the thrusting of his hips becoming an involuntary twitch, and he took his hand off my clit. I heard it land on the bed beside me to help hold him up. The blindfold had been sexy and wonderful until now. I wanted to see his face, watch his expression of ecstasy, see his body shaking and spent as it hovers over me, pumping out the last of his energy.

He collapsed, doing his best not to put his full weight on me as we both lay there trying to catch our breath. His slightly softened member slides out of me, the sensation making him convulse again.

I decide not to be embarrassed by the crying. He should take it as a compliment for the very best orgasm I've ever even dared imagine.

"It can only go downhill from that," I said as my breath returned.

Justin laughed. "Don't be so sure," he said. "I have a lot of tricks in my bag."

I laughed with him, and also understood that it was not just a joke.

I'M FEELING PARTICULARLY SASSY
today. Some of my girl parts, as well as my wrists and ankles, are just sore enough to be a wonderful reminder of Justin fucking the sexual hunger right out of me. For work, after a night like that, I put on new red and black do-me pumps from Michael Kors and a black Daine Von Furstenberg Rosita Lace dress from Barneys. I was borderline appropriate, but I was on the right side of the line.

John Fillmore and I spent the entire morning together. He seemed pretty impressed with what I have accomplished already. Part of the morning he planned for us to review his calendar, but I had already done that, and set up reminders on mine. Instead, we spent some time making calls to a few of his key contacts and associates, introducing me and getting my contact information out there. For the rest of our time, we spent it getting to know each other, to learn how each of us works. We are a great fit.

There are pictures of Mrs. Fillmore and their kids placed all over his office, and he speaks of them easily. His wife is very pretty, actually a bit out of his league, but he had obviously sold himself well. The kids, young teenagers both of them, were a good mix of their parent’s best features.

I did turn down his offer for lunch, but that was only because I have to run to Justin's building, hopefully soon to be my building, and sign the lease papers if everything looks right. John understood, completely, and we made plans instead for tomorrow that we are both looking forward to.

At noon, I left for the apartment, quickly hailing a cab and reaching the building in less than fifteen minutes, even with the traffic. I called the number Justin had given me for the management office. They were expecting me, and a short, troll’ish woman came right out to greet me in the lobby with a wide, toothy grin and an envelope of papers tucked under her wing.

"Hello, Charity, it's a pleasure. I'm Jenny," she said in a voice that was pleasant and deceivingly different than her appearance.

"Hello, Jenny," I replied, as if I hadn't been a little stunned at the contrast, and shook her hand.

"Why don't we go up and see it first," she said, turning to lead me to the elevator.

I marched along behind her, impressed at the speed of her legs in her grey Calvin Klein pant suit. She hit the up button, and the right-side elevator immediately opened.

As the door closed us in, she asks, "How do you know Mr. Collins?"

"He rescued me from an attack," I answered, trying to keep it simple.

"Oh my," she said. "Were you hurt?"

"Mostly just my confidence and pride, thanks to Justin," I said.

Jenny led me out into and down the hall as she whipped a tiny key ring out of her pocket. She jabbed one of the keys into a door lock and twisted it, pushing into the apartment. Following her in, I see that the space is an exact duplicate of Justin's. I spent the next few minutes checking the bathroom and kitchen, and when everything seemed clean, I told her I wanted it. There was no point in wasting any more time pretending I didn't already know the layout.

Jenny flopped the papers onto the kitchen counter with a smile and whipped out a pen. "I'm glad," she said, "let's make this apartment yours."

After signing the forms, I made her even happier by paying the deposit in cash. Jenny gave me a receipt on the spot.

"When can I get the keys and move in," I asked.

She tossed me the keys. "It's yours as of now," she said happily. "Usually we wait for the check deposit to clear, but we don't have to do that here, so you're all set. It's already been cleaned and painted. Move in when you like, between seven AM and ten PM for the bigger items so that the other tenants are not disturbed."

Okay, I have a job,
and
an apartment. I want to scream! The shopping will commence immediately!

John, and many of the people at the office, hadn't gotten back from lunch yet, so I checked my emails and tasks, confirming nothing was waiting for me, and I went online. Of course I did the same thing everyone does when they're starting out—Ikea.

Admittedly, it was not my first time on the site, and I already had my favorites picked out. In less than twenty minutes I had checked out with bedroom, kitchen and living room furniture set for delivery in four days. Three more nights at the hotel, unless I decided that my blankets would be enough to sleep on until the bed arrived.

There was going to be some serious shopping every night for the rest of the week. Tonight is definitely going to be blankets and towels; I'm so excited about the bed.

Yellow flashing light caught my eye. I opened the instant message and began to type.
"Good afternoon, JP. How are u 2day,"
I sent in response to his
"Hey"
that was waiting for me in the window.

"Not 2 bad,"
he typed.
"U?"

"I'm having a great day! John is fabulous 2 work with, and I signed a lease on an apartment. No more hotel!"
I sent.

"Hotel?"
he asked.

I typed,
"Long story."
I'd forgotten no one here really knew my situation.

"I got time,"
he sent back.

"LOL. I'll try to sum up,"
I said.
"I basically dared myself 2 come 2 the city with nothing, no prospects, no apartment, no 1 that I knew here, and see if I could make it."

"Holy shit! In this city?"
he asked.
"That takes shiny brass 1s."

I giggled out loud and sent,
"LMAO, thank u. I've been staying at a hotel for the last few weeks. This job was the first step, now I have the apartment 2."

"U r something else,"
he sent.

There was a pause for a moment. I stared at the screen wondering about him.

"So,"
I started,
"what do u think of the dress 2day?"

He paused; I'm betting he’s shocked silent.

"Come on, I know u checked me out on the security camera,"
I sent.

"That's true, lol,"
he replied at last.
"Ur totally rocking the dress, but it's the pumps that r the knockout punch."

"Haha, so that's doing it 4 ya is it?"
I asked.

"Hell yeah, lol,"
he sent
. "So when do u move into the new place?"

"It's mine as of now, got the keys to prove it, but no furniture until Saturday morning :(,"
I replied.

"That sucks,"
he said.

I sighed out loud even though he wouldn't know it.
"Yes it does, but I made it this far, a couple more days shouldn't kill me."

"Damn, u r impressive,"
he typed.
"Were u always this head strong back in PA?"

"I had my moments I guess,"
I sent.

He paused, and then the window displayed that he was typing again.

"Tell me something about u, something not in ur resume,"
he said.

I have no idea what kind of thing he wants me to tell him, and I drew a blank.
"What do u want to know? There's a whole lifetime of things that don't fit in a resume."

"Anything personal, first 1 that comes to mind,"
he said.

Something popped into my head, and I followed his request and blurted it out on screen.
"My last best friend, Melissa Scott, helped me bury my first best friend, a beagle named Chuckles."
I paused.
"Is that good?"
I asked.

"It's perfect,"
he said. The window didn't show him typing, and I knew he was thinking, maybe judging me and the information I'd given him. Then he was finally typing.
"Ur first thoughts r about friendship and loyalty, endearment. The things that should actually matter 2 every1. There should b more people like u"

I am flattered.

"Now u,"
I said,
"tell me something I won't hear from the office girls."

"Ok,"
he said. His pause was not long.
"My best friend growing up was my dad, he was my world. Nobody's come close since."

It warmed me that he shared something like that, that he was open enough to me.
"Aww. Now I wish I could give u a hug,"
I sent.

"Only an idiot would say no to that, lol. Maybe the next time I'm in the office,"
he replied.

"Haha, that may never happen,"
I joked.

"This is true, lol. I have a few more days in DC, then I'm out to LA,"
he sent.