My Vampire Threeway

By

Annabel Bastione

 

Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione

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"Mr Blackwright!" I hurriedly called down the hall as I saw his shadow disappear round the corner. Was he purposely trying to annoy me or was his hearing really that bad? My footsteps rang throughout the corridor, making my presence known to all beings worldly... or otherworldly.

I sighed as I approached the turning where he disappeared off to. All that was left for me to move was a simple turn and then I woul-

"Yes Ms Applegale?"

Eeeep!

I jumped as I was turning the corner. What was this maniac doing? Thoughts of surprise, confusion and strangely... arousal, flooded my mind as I stared at his foreboding figure. Why of all things, would he want to scare me like that?! Weren't there personal and professional standards he had to adhere to with regards to relationships?

"Are you quite alright, Ms Applegale?" Mr Blackwright enquired.

"Forgive me, I seemed to have," his eyes met mine, seemingly piercing into my very soul, "startled you," his voice trailed off.

Standing back to catch my breath, my mind furiously deciphered the body language my boss portrayed. He could be such a gentleman sometimes, but often at other times, he would always have this serious, thinking, demeanor. It was as if constantly he tried, but failed spectacularly not to show his concern for the company's well being. Either way, Mr Blackwright was my boss, my mentor and my very, very attractive friend who I would bed in a heartbea-

My cheeks automatically turned red at the thought. I shook my head violently, trying to banish it from my mind.

C'mon girl, he's already married! How is he supposed to show interest in you? And even if he were single, would he even cast a second glance towards a lowly secretary like you?

Mr Blackwright unleashed a spine tingling sigh, sending a wave of strange arousal straight to my warm entrance. Why did he always have to do that?

I looked up at him and our eyes met.

"You don't seem to have recovered from the shock my dear. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that. How about this, follow me to my office and I'll pour you a stiff drink. Maybe you'll feel better eh?" he offered graciously.

"But I...I..." I stuttered, instinctively trying to come up with an appropriate answer.

My heart pounded with joy at the thought of clinking glasses with Paris's most attractive bachelor, yet by my own professional standards at work, I shouldn't be having this sort of behavior with my boss! But he was my boss after all, not doing so would definitely offend him! Oh what should I do?!

I looked back Mr Blackwright, whose eyes seemed to looking into my very soul every time he made the effort to. It was very attractive to me and very arousing too. Many a lonely night spent in my room was supplemented with my vibrator and comforting fantasies of him taking me to bed and fucking the shit out of me.

"It's alright, Ms Applegale. Just one drink, you'll feel better, and hopefully you can better perform your part in our quarterly review meeting Monday morning," Mr Blackwright offered again.

That was it for me, I had no choice.

"Alright, j-just one drink."

Just one drink. One drink. One! What harm could one drink do?

I followed him into his sprawling office. One entire side of it comprised entirely of windows. I walked up to it, my eyes taking in as much of the stunning view of the Eiffel Tower, and the rest of Paris, as I possibly could.

"This, this is amazing," I subconsciously gasped. I hardly had the chance of stepping into his office for work during the day, for I was one of Mr Blackwright's many, lowly secretaries. So it was definitely my first time coming in at night and the city had obviously sprang to life after hours.

The clink of tempered glass reached my ears as Mr Blackwright poured the both of us a stiff drink.

I turned to him as he handed one to me.

"I can see why you can stand staying in the office at night, Mr Blackwright."

"Oh please, just call me Louis, Ms Applegale," he smiled as he downed his drink.

I shut my eyes, downing my in one shot. The tasty liquid washed down my throat, bringing me to life.

"Call me Penny then," I commanded boldly before stopping myself.

The blood flowed to my cheeks as I blushed from such a definite statement. How unlike me it was! I hoped Mr Blackwright, Louis, did not see my reddening face in the darkness.

"Alright... Penny," he replied, letting his tongue roll over my name. Why oh why did he have to do that? I squeezed my legs shut as my entrance became wetter and wetter.