Washington D.C. Series 5:4 - The Climax

Brent groaned loudly, starting to protest before shutting his mouth. If he protested too much she'd never let him join them. As it was, he could barely move.

Eva turned to Drew. "I hope you're better behaved than he is," she growled as she pull him to her. Before he could speak she pressed her mouth to his. "And I hope you're a damn good fuck because I need it hard." she said and then a bit his neck. He groaned before pulling her closer. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her hard nipples pushing against him. His hands moved down over her ass to her dripping slit. He groaned again as he slid his fingers through her wetness. Eva grinned into him as she felt his hard cock pulse against her stomach. He wouldn't need any encouragement from her. Grinning still she turned around in his arms and crawled over Brent. She lowered herself gently against him. She slid her cunt along his length before lifting back up.

"Fuck me, Drew," she said looking over her shoulder. "Fuck me from behind right over top of this fucking whore." Both men moaned loudly. Brent tried in vain to push his hips up to regain contact with Eva, but she had him pinned down. Drew slid up behind her, positioning himself between her parted legs. He ran his cock over her ass before slipping down to her waiting heat. Guiding the head of his cock to her, he slowly pushed into her. Her lips parted around him, engulfing him in her warmth and wetness. Eva closed her eyes and shuttered as his erection pushed all the way inside her. They held the position for a minute, taking in the feelings. Eva was the first to break.

"Fuck me," she said again. "Don't hold back."

Drew complied immediately, shoving his cock harder inside her before pulling back out. Eva cried out. His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck Eva the way she wanted, hard and fast. Both bodies moved together. Their motions were coupled with grunts and groans as they began the game. His cock slammed into her over and over, the sound of him slapping against her ass rung around the room. All the while Brent writhed under Eva, aroused and frustrated by the torture she was inflicting on him. His cock was desperately hard inside his leather pants. Eva could see the precum out oozing from the waistband. Eva needed him more aroused though. She wanted him barely hanging on before she'd allow him any release and before she allowed him escape from the the restrictive leather covering him.

And she knew how to get him there. She smiled wickedly at Brent before turning to Drew again. "My ass," she gasped, "I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck me hard, slut."

Brent shook under her. It was too much for him. He begged her to let him go. Begged her to touch him, to let him cum. Eva ignored his pleas. Drew quickly pulled out of her cunt and leaned over to lick her ass, getting it wet. Eva readied herself for him as he slid his cock along her asshole. It was wet from her juices and slid easily over her.

"Now," she gasped and Drew pushed the head of his cock against her. It moved slowly first, her tight hole resisting more than allowing him inside. Eva forced herself to relax more and his cock head finally pushed past her tight muscles. Both Eva and Drew gasped from the invasion. He pushed more, ever so slowly sliding into her until his full length was inside her. Before moving, he reached around the front of her and pressed his fingers against her clit, moving in little circles before sliding his cock slowly back out. Eva growled at his touch and pushed back against him. Their movement began again. Slower this time, but equally as arousing. His cock slid in and out, in and out until Eva felt her orgasm growing. She needed to be fucked hard, she needed to be filled. Just before she came, she pushed Drew's fingers from her clit. She wanted both men inside her when she orgasmed.

Pulling hard at Brent's leather pants, she popped open the snaps springing his hard cock free. Brent gasped at the sudden attention. Roughly, she grabbed his cock and sucked at it a few times before bringing her and Drew up over him. With a swift movement, she sunk her cunt down over his engorged cock. Brent yelled out her name as she took him with unbridled force. She pushed down hard and ground her cunt against him as Drew sunk deeper into her ass. The men could feel each other, rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating them. They moved in time with each other. Both thrusting into her, both withdrawing at the same time. Pounding her hard like she wanted.

Eva barely had time to groan "fuck me" before her body started to surrender to the sensations. Both cocks filled her, both cocks fucked her, both cocks pushed her over the edge. She screamed loudly with the force of her orgasm, her cunt pulsing around Brent's cock, her ass pulsing around Drew's cock. She body shook as the men continued to fuck her.

"I can't hold back, please let me cum," Brent cried, "oh god, Eva, please, please let me cum." Drew uttered similar words. Both men trying to hold back as long as possible.

"Cum for me, both of you" she cried, "Cum all over me, Drew. I want to feel your cum on me. Oh god, Brent. Cum inside me. Fucking cum for me..."

That's all it took from Eva, her words alone making them cum. Both men climaxed at the same time. Drew shooting his hot spunk all over Eva's back, Brent releasing his hot spunk deep into her cunt. All three breathed heavily, riding out the last of their orgasms before collapsing together on the floor...

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The remainder of the evening was filled with more hands, lips, tongues and bodies. It became a blur to Eva after awhile and she was left with the remembrance of the sensations more than the actual activities themselves. She thought to herself that It definitely served to strengthen the relationship between her and Brent and she looked forward to more opportunities like this with Ms. McCabe. Ms. McCabe has been an integral part of Eva discovering herself and she couldn't be more grateful.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Eva got up from her chair to stretch her legs and glanced across her desk to Brent. He was waiting there for her instruction. His collar was on underneath his shirt and tie and served as a reminder to whom he belonged. She smiled at him warmly and lovingly before continuing her dictation about the case they were working on. She knew they had work to do and she needed to focus for the time being. She also knew that her adventure in Washington had only begun and she looked forward to what lay in store for her in the future.

Washington D.C. Series 5:3 - Brent the Whore

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Brent visibly shuttered when she said the words but didn't hesitate to come up to his knees before Drew. He leaned in over Drew and kissed him softly. Drew responded eagerly and slid his hands through Brent's hair to pull him closer. Eva had never watched two men kiss before and the scene was incredibly arousing. She moaned as their kiss deepened and she moved back to see better. Brent's hands moved across Drew's chest, caressing over his nipples before moving around his back. Drew groaned with the contact of their skin and responded by breaking the kiss and moving his mouth down to Brent's neck.

Eva could scarcely believe her eyes and could barely contain her hands. As she watched the intensity before her, she slipped her hands down between her thighs. The sequins felt rough in her hands, but she needed to feel the pressure against her clit. With a groan she found her spot and slid her fingers over her heat.

Brent and Drew's movements grew more heated as their bodies rubbed together. Brent pushed Drew back against the cushions pinning him against them as he slid down between Drew's open thighs. The silk pajama pants that Drew wore scarcely contained his erect cock now bulging between his thighs. Eva slid her hands down further, pulling up the hem of her dress far enough to slip her fingers underneath. Her fingers slid easily through her wetness and she moaned at the contact. She moaned again as she watched Brent slide his hands down to Drew's pants and slipped them down and off. His hands moved back up Drew's thighs to his cock, taking it into his hand and beginning to stroke it. Drew breathed hard and watched Brent as he stroked him. His cock was so hard and erect, precum pooled on the tip of his cock. Brent paused for just a moment to look at Eva.

Her hands were between her thighs rubbing seductively at her clit, her mouth was slightly open and she breathed hard as she watched them. Brent looked into her eyes as his hands moved up and down Drew's throbbing cock.

"Show me," Eva lustfully said again. "Show me what a dirty fucking whore you really are."

Brent moaned and moved up closer to Drew. His head dipped down and kissed Drew's stomach as Drew's hands caressed his head. Brent licked lazy circles down his abs to his cock before finally licking up the length. Drew groaned loudly as Brent opened his lips and slid Drew's cock all the way into his mouth. He slid the man's fully erect cock in and out of his mouth, pausing every so often to swirl his tongue around the tip before plunging it back into his mouth again.

Eva had never seen such an extraordinary and arousing scene. Her clit throbbed hard against her fingers and she didn't know how long she could last. The sight of Brent slipping another man's cock into his mouth was too much too bear. She needed to feel his mouth on her too.

"Oh fuck, Brent," Eva whispered, "lick me. Take me into your mouth and lick me. God I need to feel your tongue against me." She grabbed the ring on his collar and pulled him from Drew's cock to her body. She kissed him hard before pulling on his collar and directing him between her legs.

Brent moved quickly, his head dipping down, his hands roughly pushing up her gown. His tongue flicked out and licked her and Eva almost screamed. She felt his tongue slide through the folds of her sex, tasting her juices and drinking them down. Drew moved as well. He quickly walked around the two of them and pulled Eva up so he could slide in behind her on the sofa. With Brent's help, they slid the sequined gown up her body and over her head leaving her naked except for the black stilettos now digging into the flesh of Brent's back. Drew reached around her, hugging her to him as a lover should. His fingers trailed over her skin making slow, sensual movements as he felt her curves. She gasped as his fingertips flicked over her nipples. Her body writhed at his touch. Brent held her thighs firmly in place as she bucked beneath him. The new found pleasure was overwhelming. Eva soon began to lose track of who's hands were where.

Brent's tongue continued his seduction against her. Small circles over her clit before sliding down and licking around her labia. His tongue gently probed her and slid inside before moving back up to her clit again. His movements were calculated, knowing how to make her cum and how to keep her on the edge. Eva moaned more fiercely at his and Drew's touch, her hands clawing at Drew's thighs while he touched her. Brent's tongue moved along her slit again, this time moving down further and flicking his tongue over her asshole. Eva bucked again beneath him, rocking her hips to feel it again. Brent complied, sliding his tongue down again, he flicked over her, letting his saliva moisten her tight hole. Eva moaned. He knew what she wanted now. He could feel it in her reaction to him and Drew. And he wanted more than anything to give it to her, his master, his lover. He moved back from her for a moment and slid up her body. His lips touched hers so she could taste herself on his lips.

"Did I say you could...ohhh..." Eva started to say before Brent pushed his fingers into her dripping cunt. She grunted at the intrusion and opened her thighs wider. Brent's mouth crushed hers and his fingers moved in and out of her, fucking her slowly. Drew's hands reached around them both, pulling their bodies together in a heated embrace. It was too much for Eva, if she let it go much further she would lose all control and it's not what she wanted.

Using all of her strength, she pushed Brent back. It pained her to do it. She needed to take control though. Her eyes darted to Brent and something behind him caught her eye. As soon as she saw the heavy metal ring protruding from the floor she knew what she wanted.

"Drew," she said breathlessly as she pointed to the long wooden table on the other side of the room, "go get me something to bind him with. Make sure it's leather."

Drew nodded and padded over to the table. Brent's eyes grew wide as he saw Drew pick up a long leather lead and come back over to them.

"It's my turn," Eva said as she took the lead from him. "Put your hands in front of you," she ordered and Brent complied, his eyes still wide. Eva wound the leather lead over and around his wrists until they were tightly bound, the leather cutting into his flesh. Brent grunted as she pulled it tight but said nothing else. She pushed him back onto the floor, pushing him hard onto the ground. "I'm the one in charge here tonight. you're nothing but a slave, a whore, a fucking slut. You don't get to decide what we do." With those words she attached the end of the lead to the sturdy ring in the floor. Eva let her mind briefly wander to the origins of the ring before turning her attention back to Brent.

"You're going to do as I say, slut. And right now you're going to watch me while I fuck Drew. That's right. He's going to slide his hard cock inside my dripping cunt," Eva whispered harshly. "And you're going to watch as we fuck right over you."

Washington D.C. Series 5:2 - Eva joins the party

Eva settled in next to another female lawyer from her floor and Mr. Denhurst indicated to Brent to sit. Brent looked around before realizing he was meant to sit at her feet. Eva watched him curiously. Brent seemed to vary between a state of arousal and a state of embarrassment. He sat tentatively next to Eva's chair and she squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Just as Gretchen delivered her wine, Elizabeth McCabe strode in through the door.

All eyes turned to look at her. She was a vision dressed in a black sequined strapless gown. Her long legs sat atop black sequined stilettos and her long hair was up in a loose up-do. Behind her trailed a gorgeous woman dressed in a loose silk robe, obviously naked underneath. Beside her walked an equally gorgeous man in silk pajama bottoms and from the bulge between his thighs, nothing else either. Ms. McCabe smiled broadly at the crowd gathered in the room.

"I see we're all here, wonderful," she clasped her hands together. "Shall we begin then?" The crowd murmured their agreement and the lights slowly dimmed. The room took on a soft sensual glow from the multitude of candles. It was only then that Eva realized the room was filled with large luscious pillows and various other comfortable seating. She also noticed a long dark wooden table against the far wall which held a sizable selection of leather-looking goods. She'd have to check out that table later.

"Feel free to join in when you feel ready," came the whisper by her ear. Eva turned to look into Elizabeth McCabe's eyes. "The only rules are to wait for the granted permission of the slave's master. Anything goes once permission is granted." Ms. McCabe then kissed Eva full on the mouth, a warm soft sensual kiss before sauntering off with her companions trailing behind her. Eva felt her cheeks flush before turning to watch what would happen.

The mood in the room visibly shifted. It was immediately more electric. She watched as the two other partners Mr. Fabian and Mr. Walker slowly undressed their companions. There was no hesitation and no embarrassment as far as she could see. She watched mesmerized as Mr. Fabian directed his tall lithe blond girl, another lawyer from her floor, toward Mr. Walker's girl. She wasn't anyone Eva recognized but she assumed she worked at the law firm as well. This girl was shorter and had short cropped brown hair and was equally as beautiful as the blond. The two women happily embraced each other. There was a tenderness present that made Eva think these women had been with each other before. The women smiled and kissed deeply as their hands began to roam. Mr. Walker and Mr. Fabian looked on as the women sank to the pillows at their feet. They too sat as the women began to writhe on the floor together.

Eva looked down at Brent and saw he was watching as well. His cock was visibly hard and he tugged again at his tie.

"Take it off," Eva whispered to him. Brent eagerly ripped off his tie and Gretchen appeared out of nowhere to take it from him.

"Can I take anything else?" she asked.

Eva surveyed the rest of the room. Many couples were beginning to strip down. "Your shirt, Brent. Take it off too," Eva demanded. Brent happily complied and handed the shirt to Gretchen. Eva took the opportunity to extract her gift for Brent from her purse. Carefully, she reached around the front of him and placed the black leather collar around his neck, buckling it into place. Brent looked up at her, his hand reaching up to feel the leather. He smiled broadly.

"Is this so they know I'm yours?" he asked grinning.

Eva nodded and kissed him softly before turning her attention back to the rest of the room. Brent sat a little closer to Eva and caressed her leg. Eva watched the women closely. The brunette had moved astride the blond, each burying their face in the other's sex. Eva could see how visibly wet Mr. Fabian's girl was and it made her ache with desire. The brunette was over top of her, her thighs straddling the blond's face as each licked and sucked between their thighs. The brunette gently slid her fingers in and out of the blond cunt and from the movement of her body, the blond was already close to orgasm.

Just before the girl shuttered with her climax, Mr. Walker said, "Stop."

Eva blinked hard as she watched the girl immediately stop. The blond whimpered softly but made no movements to try and get the brunette to continue. Instead she dutifully continued licking and sucking at the brunette.

Mr. Walker gave Mr. Fabian a sly smile and a nod crossed between them. He got up and walked over to the girls. As he did so he said, "Make her cum, slut. I want to feel her cum as she sucks me. I want to watch her writhe on top of you while she sucks my cock. Only then will we let you cum." Both girls groaned at his words. Mr. Walker moved closer and stood in front of the brunette. She looked up at him, almost shyly before sliding her hands up the front of his pants. Her attention was clearly torn by the woman between her thighs and the man standing in front of her. With a struggle, she slowly undid his zipper and eased his cock out.

Eva gasped as she saw his member, standing hard and erect in the girl's hands. The scene and evening had become visually overwhelming. Not only was the presence of the naked men and women scattered about the room hard to take in, she was watching people she knew and worked with. The girl opened her mouth and slid the length of his erection all the way inside as Mr. Walker's head dropped back and he moaned softly. The brunette began slowly sucking and licking at him as the girl between her thighs brought her closer. Just as Mr. Fabian moved and knelt by the blond's head, Eva heard a soft voice speak to her.

"Miss Eva," Gretchen said, "Ms. McCabe would like to offer you her slut for the evening."

"Excuse me?" Eva asked as she wrenched her eyes from the orgy in front of her to turn and look at Gretchen. Elizabeth McCabe was standing close behind Gretchen, smiling at Eva. Eva looked from Gretchen to Ms. McCabe to the gorgeous specimen of a man standing beside her. It was the same man who followed her into the room earlier.

"I thought you might enjoy Drew's attention for the evening. And Brent and Drew are already acquainted... very acquainted." With that she winked at Brent who promptly looked down at the floor. Eva looked from Brent to Drew and the connection dawned on her. With the realization, her body temperature immediately went up a few degrees. She could feel the wetness between her thighs and knew she needed to say yes.

"Thank you, Ms. McCabe," she graciously responded. Elizabeth McCabe gave her nod of approval and walked off. Drew moved to Eva's side. Eva smiled at Brent and gave his hair a stroke of her hand reassuringly. It wasn't his choice what they would do tonight but she still needed to let him know he was hers. She removed her hand and ran her fingers through Drew's hair. He closed his eyes for a moment as she tangled her fingers in his soft curls. With a surge of arousal she suddenly grabbed his hair hard and yanked his head back. Drew's eyes flew open, not in surprise, but in his own arousal. She kissed him hard and he responded just as greedily. His tongue slipped into her mouth and swirled around her tongue. He kissed different than Brent but just as good. Eva tightened her grip in his hair before breaking the kiss.

She practically growled as she turned to Brent, "I want to see how well you know each other. Show me, whore."

Washington D.C. Series 5:1 - Arriving at the Party

Eva and Brent had just enough time after their delightful fucking to quickly dress and straighten up before catching a cab to be on their way. The cab pulled up to the non-descript building at a few minutes past 9 o'clock. Eva, normally being the fashionably late type, decided against showing up too terribly late this evening. She didn't know what to expect and certainly didn't want to disappoint Elizabeth McCabe. Though the neighborhood looked posh, the street was poorly lit and Eva had to squint to read the numbers on the doors. She looked from door to door 7, 11, 13, 15... no 9 Morse Street. The cab had already pulled away so she couldn't ask him.

"Do you see it?" she nervously asked Brent. Brent shook his head. "It has to be around here. She wouldn't have made it up."

Brent took a step closer to building 7 and then excitedly waved Eva over. "Here," he said and gestured down a stairwell hidden from where Eva was standing. Eva walked over and looked down the dimly lit stairs to the basement entry. A silver script number 9 hung just beside the door. Below that was an electronic swipe device. Eva smiled nervously as she took the black credit card from her purse, her key for tonight. They walked carefully down the stairs. The door was black lacquer and Eva could see their reflection in it. They made quite a nice looking couple. Brent in his leather pants, tuxedo shirt and tie, her in the red sequined gown and black stilettos. Brent grinned too and tugged at his tie.

"Stop fidgeting," Eva admonished. "You can take it off when you get inside." She didn't tell him she had something else for him to put on instead.

Eva took a deep breath then and slide her card through the electronic swipe. The door emitted a soft click and Brent turned the knob. It swung open easily and they were greeted by a small foyer lit with candles. Beyond that was a larger room, graciously decorated and too lit by candles. Eva strained her neck to look when a young woman came around the corner to greet them. She was a gorgeous creature, small, petite and clad only in a sheer lingerie style slip.

"Welcome Miss Eva," she said smiling. "I'm Gretchen and I'll be your attendant for the evening. We've all been waiting for you. Can I take anything for you or from him?"

"Waiting for us?"

"Oh yes, everyone is very anxious to meet you. Can I remove anything for you?" Eva briefly eyed up Brent shirt and tie before saying no. She'd see how everyone else was dressed first. "Follow me then," she said and began to lead them through to the next room. "I am at your disposal for the evening," she continued, "and I'm here only to serve you in whatever capacity you need."

Eva looked at the girl from behind and felt the warmth grow between her thighs. She wondered if that included joining her and Brent in a sexual liason. She was certainly dressed for it.

"Can I start by getting you a drink? Wine perhaps?"

Eva nodded yes for both of them and took Brent's hand. The room opened up to a large open space in which a crowd of people were gathered at the far end. Gretchen led them across the room.

"May I present Miss Eva," she announced to the crowd and Eva gasped softly when the faces turned to look at her. The men and women in the crowd were all members of her law firm. Most were senior staff and the partners were all there, all except Ms. McCabe. An equal mix of men and women were dressed as she was, formal attire, gowns, tuxedos. The other half of the crowd were dressed, or rather undressed, at various stages. Eva could barely believe her eyes when Mr. Denhurst, a partner in the firm, stood up to greet her.

"Eva," he said warmly, "I'm so pleased you could join us." He leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Please, settle in and relax. We've only just begun."

Washington D.C. Series 3:4 - Fucking the Artist Continued

"Fuck me," she whispered again and he plunged his hard cock deep inside her with one stroke. Both of them cried out as he entered her, both equal in their lust. They both held themselves there taking in the heat they gave to each other. Eva's thighs tightened around his back as he began to thrust inside her. Her hips moved up to meet him. She needed to be fucked hard and deep. She grasped him, pulling him to her, encouraging him. Her hands clawed at his ass, bringing him forcefully against her. His hands gripped the table as he did as she asked. Thrusting his hip, plunging his cock into her over and over.

Eva suddenly released his ass and ripped her shirt up, Exposing her lacy bra, wanting more from him. He groaned and roughly pulled her bra aside allowing her breasts to free itself from the cup. He groaned again and let his head drop to her breasts. His mouth licked over her, finding her hard nipple and twisting it between his teeth. She cried out and thrust her hips up violently, she was so close. His mouth clamped harder over her nipple as he growled with his effort.

Eva gasped, she needed more, she needed it all. She needed to have him satisfy her the way she wanted. She made her decision and pushed him back. He moaned loudly at the loss of contact, confused as to what she was doing. But then his eyes flashed when he saw her get up and turn around pushing her ass to him as she bent over the table. An open invitation to take her from behind. He moved quickly up behind her, stroking his hard wet cock in his hand. His fingers traced up her slit, finding her dripping juices as they spread down her thighs. His fingers pushed into her cunt and Eva groaned. Three fingers slid deep inside her, feeling her. He pulled them out and ran his slick fingers over his cock, wetting it more as he inched closer to her. Eva could feel him push the head of his cock back against her waiting cunt lips. She pushed her ass up to him, teasing him, begging him and the artist thrust his cock back inside her waiting cunt. She cried out as plunged inside her, this time deeper than he had been before. This is what she needed. He filled her now and reached the place she needed. Her cunt reacted and pulsed around him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, creating a rhythm, hard and urgent. Their gasps and grunts filled the silence of the studio.

Eva pushed back against him, knowing she was going to come like this, knowing he could take her there. Her body on fire and she could feel it building inside her.

"I'm going to cum." she gasped, "Oh god, make me cum."

The young artist growled, pushing his cock forcefully into her, his stomach and balls slapping against her as he thrust. She needed more than this. She didn't want to ask but she knew she had to. She needed what he had given her earlier. Eva craved the intensity he had introduced to her.

"Make me cum like you did before. Oh fuck, I need it. Hurt me."

He uttered a guttural growl and grabbed her hair, pulling it back sharply.There was the pain she wanted, craved from him. He pulled it hard again causing her to cry out. Her cunt pulsed. He pulled her up by it, suspending her over the table. His hand then slapped her ass hard. Sharp tingles of pain moved through her body. That was it. That was what she needed.

"Again,"she breathed, "Hit me again."

He complied, slapping her again across her ass. She could feel the heat growing through her cunt and clit as he hit her.

"Again."

With a sharp yank of her hair, he slapped her hard causing her whole body to jerk. She was right there. He thrust his cock in one more time and she exploded. Her orgasm shook her body uncontrollably as he slapped her one last time. The pleasure radiated from her core and she could feel her juices pouring over his cock. She could hear the wetness as she flooded his cock with her cum. Her whole body convulsed beneath him. He gasped at the force of her orgasm, her cunt squeezed and pulsed around him as her body writhed. He couldn't hold it back.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he cried, his fingers digging into her flesh as his cock pulsed inside her. He thrust again and again, his body jerking against her. He came, hard. Thick jets of hot cum spurted from his cock. He cried out as his lust shot from his body. He pulled back from her, wrapping his hand around his cock, masturbating as more cum spurted across her ass and back. His body tremored as the cum poured from his cock. Eva could feel it dripping over her, down her back, over her ass. She smiled and turned to face him.

He smiled back and then Eva lowered herself once more. She knelt in front of him, down between his thighs. Taking his cock into her hand, she brought it to her lips. Parting slightly she allowed the artist to push his cock back into her mouth, licking him as his cock entered her again. Warm cum still coated his cock and Eva swirled her tongue over him, drinking him down. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth and she smiled again.

Slowly, she backed away from him, letting his cock release from her mouth with a small pop. She stood and gathered her clothes. They both dressed unhurriedly, still smiling at each other. Eva thought he might perhaps be invited to service her again, but declined to tell him so. She would save that for another time--she knew where she could find him. And besides, Eva still had more shopping to do for both her and Brent for the upcoming weekend with Ms. McCabe.

Washington D.C. Series 3:3 - Fucking the Artist

The young artist moved quickly, placing his gun on the table as he continued to rub her throbbing clit. Eva opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see his hard cock pressing against his jeans, needing his own release.

"I need more," she said, quietly taking control of the situation. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum again. Do you want to fuck me? Tell me you want to fuck me."

"God, yes," the young artist groaned. He moved away from her for a moment and Eva quickly shed her jeans and panties as he sprayed another paper towel. He wiped her off for a final time, admiring the work her had just done. Then he spread a small amount of salve over her fresh ink and bandaged it. While it wasn't the most sexy thing he could have done while Eva waited for him, she knew it was necessary. And he was, after all, first and foremost a tattoo artist.

The second his hands left the bandage, he ripped off his gloves and laid his hands over Eva's thighs. He knelt down quickly, down between her spread legs and, without hesitation, ran his tongue up the length of her slit. Eva gasped not expecting this course of action. He licked her again, tasting the juices running over his tongue. His hands pushed her thighs wider and he delved his tongue deep inside her aching cunt, drinking her and needing to taste her as she gasped again. Eva's hands wove through his hair, tightening it in her grip.

His tongue ran along the length of her slit again, this time stopping over her clit. His tongue flicked over her and she stifled a scream. Over and around her clit, his tongue made little circles, flicking, licking and sucking at it. His fingers kneaded her thighs, his fingertips digging in as he tasted her. Her sex aroused him and Eva could feel the trembling shudder through his touch.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

He slowed his movements to be sure he heard those words, not yet wanting to leave her dripping cunt.

"Fuck me," she said again, more forcefully this time.

His one hand released her thigh and moved down to his jeans. Eva heard the zipper slide down and the young artist groaned into her wet sex as his cock sprang free. Eva could see his arm moving, his hand masturbating his erect cock while he continued to lick her. Eva knew he had to fuck her or else she would come again too soon. She needed him inside her.

"I said fuck me," she growled and grabbed his hair hard, dragging him up her body. She sat up part-way to meet him and released his hair to rip his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. She looked at him and licked her lips. His bobbing cock, hard and erect, was too tempting to resist. He was so very erect, his swollen cock straining between his thighs so eager to fuck her. Without a word, she leaned over and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. It bobbed again. His hands moved to her head and Eva smiled as she looked up at him. His expression was almost pained. She murmured, "Not yet," and gently removed his hands and set them on the table. She wasn't about to relinquish control of the situation. But, he didn't argue and Eva returned her attention to his cock.

Her hand slid around his thickness and began to stroke him. His warm flesh was hard in her hand and she shuddered when she thought about how it would feel sliding inside her. He was sizable in girth and she knew he would fill her so well. Her lips moved down over the head of his cock and slowly parted around it. Her tongue swirled over the tip as her mouth pulled him inside her. A rush of breath escaped his lips and his body trembled but he never lost his grip, his hands remained firmly holding the table. Eva took him deeper, sliding his cock to the back of her throat. Her mouth surrounded him fully. Then, in at an achingly slow movement, she pulled back off, sucking at him as she went. Her hand moved slowly too, matching the rhythm of her mouth, Her tongue swirled over his length as she started to fuck him with her mouth. Slow at first, gaining speed with each pull of his cock into her mouth. The young artist groaned loudly. "Ah, fuck, fuck that's good," he breathed as Eva sucked his cock.

She could taste the precum gathering on the tip of his cock and it inflamed her more. She needed this cock in her cunt. She needed to feel him slide into the warm wetness pooled between her thighs. She also needed him begging to be fucked. She needed to bring him right to the edge. Eva tighten her lips around his cock and gently grazed his head with her teeth. His body jerked with the change in sensation and his hands flew to her head, tangling in her hair. trying to pull her to him, fuck her urgently. His hips thrust forward, but Eva backed off.

"Put your hands back," she ordered.

"Oh god, " he groaned and thrust his hips toward her again, wanting her mouth back.

"Now, " she hissed.

He groaned loudly but put his hands back on the table. She could hear his fingernails digging into the leather. With his compliance, she returned her attention to his cock. She wrapped her hand around him once again but instead of pulling him into her mouth, she moved down further and licked up the center of his balls. His musky odor excited her and she ran her tongue over them, licking them. She pulled one into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue. His breathing became more shallow and she pulled the other into her mouth, sucking on them both as her hand continued to stroke him. Eva moaned softly letting him feel the vibrations through his balls. They were tight now, needing to fuck her, needing to release their spunk in her, on her.

"Please," he moaned, " god, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you."

Eva didn't respond, but released his balls and ran her tongue back op the length of his shaft. Her lips parted again and she took him back into her mouth. She could feel the pulsing in his cock and she smiled around him. He was as aroused as she was now. She needed him there, at the same place as she. She needed it to be a urgent fuck, one that would pound her hard and deep. She needed him to let go and fuck her primally, not holding back. She sucked at him one last time before releasing him and looking up. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his eyes looked wildly at her.

"Fuck me then," she whispered. The young artist wasted no time. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back hard against the table. She spread her thighs wide for him, wrapping her legs around his back. Eva grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before guiding it to her aching cunt...

Washington D.C. Series 3:2 - The Artist

He smiled warmly at her as Eva explained what she wanted. Thirty minutes later he had a drawing for her and helped Eva settle onto the table.

"You'll have to lower your jeans and panties so I can place the stencil on you." he said as he gathered and sterilized his equipment.

Eva slid her zipper down and lowered her clothing as requested. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and arousal already teasing her. The situation was more erotic than she had imagined it would be. The tattoo artist turned to her and sucked in his breath as he saw Eva's body exposed to him. Eva smiled at his reaction and subtly moved on the table to present herself better as he applied the stencil. She smiled more when she saw he fight to remain focused.

And then he began.

The needle hurt less than she thought it would. It was a strange sensation and she soon discovered that she liked it. Perhaps she liked pain too. It never occurred to her that receiving pain would stimulate her as much as giving it did. She was learning about the pleasure Brent took in it. Though she knew she would never allow herself to submit like he did, she didn't want to rule out the possibility of playing with someone else who may be able to please her like this.

In addition to the needle, that fact that the artist's face was 2 inches from her already wet sex had her biting her lip. She watched him, fascinated as the needle dug into her skin. The black ink permanently marked her as she watched her design take shape.

The young artist moved his hand deliberately, moving back and forth between the ink and Eva's skin. Every so often he would stop and wipe the extra ink from her skin so he could examine his handiwork and move to the next spot. Twice he wiped down across her, accidently brushing over the tip of her sex. Eva gasped both times and watched, to her amusement, as the artist blushed. He kept his eyes down, focusing on his work but Eva knew he realized what he had done. She could feel herself getting wetter still as she admired the young artist. The pain already had her aroused and she felt the desire building inside her as the young man breathed hotly against her.

He moved the needle against her skin once more and this time Eva let out a small moan. He looked quickly up to her and asked if she was alright.

"Oh," Eva said conscious of the noise she just made, "I'm quite fine. It's just that I've discovered it's more pleasurable than I thought it would be. Please continue."

The young artist smiled at her then. It was suddenly a different smile than before. Now he smiled at her lasciviously. He had found someone who understood him and his passion about tattooing. He was now tattooing someone who understood the pleasure it could bring. Eva smiled back as she watched his demeanor change. She was instantly a more interesting canvas on which he was working.

Letting her head fall back against the table, she concentrated on his next move across her skin - the needle digging into her flesh once more. It took effort not to push her hips up to him. She wanted to feel him pressed against her sex as he worked. She wanted to feel pressure against her clit, it was throbbing and yearning for attention as he tattooed her.The needle moved again and she felt her body pulse with arousal. Every nerve was on edge. She wanted to come, needed it, as he worked on her. She wanted to feel her climax as the needle was biting into her. It was almost too much to take. She needed to regain control.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Eva asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He nodded and sprayed the paper towel to wipe her off again. As he wiped the extra ink from her skin, their eyes met. He stopped for a moment and she let her eyes bore into him. She didn't need to speak. He could see the lust evident in them. Without breaking contact with Eva's eyes, he moved his hand across her skin again, this time purposely moving his hand down and across her aching clit. Eva sucked in her breath but didn't move. He wiped across her again and again, finally resting his hand against her. Eva allowed herself to push her hips up to him and he pressed back. The young artist groaned softly as he felt Eva's body react.

Leaning forward he softly whispered as he nodded to her tattoo, "I really should finish this first. I only have a little bit left to do."

"Do what you need to do," Eva whispered back.

He groaned softly again and moved his hand away from her. Picking up his gun he loaded more ink and and positioned himself over her. He shifted slightly this time so his free arm rested firmly against her sex. He knew what she needed. Eva's head fell back as he started the next line of her tattoo. As the needle came across, he pressed his wrist against her. Eva moaned with pleasure at the contact. Fire erupted in her as he moved the needle back and forth over her. Each movement arousing her more as he pressed against her. After working and moving against her for a short while, he was left with only three lines left to ink. Three small lines was all she had to endure to find her release. Her arousal had been building steadily to this point, she was so close. One. The needle cut into her and she felt her body tense. Two. The needle dug into her flesh. Her clit throbbed with the movement of his hand. She needed to cum. Her breath was ragged. He knew how close she was. He knew he could make her cum. He saved the longest line for last. Three. The needle drug slowly across her skin, the pleasure mounting explosively as he moved. That was all Eva needed. Her body trembled as she let out a low moan. Her cunt pulsed hard and she came as the pain of the needle broke through her skin....

Washington D.C. Series 2:4 - Eva's Final Discovery

Eva stepped around Brent, positioning herself right behind him. She could feel her body tingle as she moved toward him. With a swift movement, she grabbed his hair hard and pulled his head back.

“What do you think, slut? Do you think you need to learn to do what you’re told?”

Brent gasped, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“That’s my good boy.” Eva soothed in his ear. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Brent complied immediately placing his hands behind his back and his wrists together. Eva smiled, amused at his eagerness. She took one wrist and slid the silk fabric around it forming a sturdy knot. Picking up his other wrist, she wove the tie around it until both wrists were firmly bound together. As she pulled the final knot tight, she heard Brent let out a soft moan. Satisfied with her handiwork, she moved back in front of him.

“Since you chose to misbehave, I don’t think you deserve to have me yet. Not until you learn I’m the one in charge now.”

With that, Eva turned to Elizabeth McCabe. She was already standing, she knew. Eva moved closer and pulled her into her arms. Her mentor’s hands slid up her back and their bodies touched. Eva’s body exploded with passion as their lips touched again. Her tongue swirled over Elizabeth McCabe’s as her hands explored her body. It was her turn now. As their kiss was broken, her mentor whispered in her ear, “Let’s make him watch you.”

Eva groaned softly, it was exactly what she wanted for Brent. She wanted him to watch her, to see her cum, to see her with Ms. McCabe. Eva slowly turned in her mentor’s arms, turning so that she now faced Brent. She wanted to see everything.

Elizabeth McCabe’s hands slid down her body, tucking up under her skirt. Eva helped and pulled her skirt up further to allow her better access. She wanted Brent to see. Ms McCabe’s hands slid over the soft skin of her thighs then up further to the wet silk between her legs. Eva gasped as she made contact. She felt the gentle movements of Ms. McCabe’s fingers as they teased her through her panties. Eva moaned softly and let her head fall back against her mentor’s shoulder. Her fingers moved rhythmically over her clit and Eva found herself grinding back against her. Eva needed more. She let go of her skirt for a moment and slid her hands to her panties. Shimmying out of them, she let them fall to the floor beside Brent. With a smile, she pulled her skirt back up, revealing her naked sex to him.

As Elizabeth MCCabe moved her fingers back to Eva’s clit, she watched Brent. He was flushed now, his breathing ragged, his forehead beaded with sweat. His cock had been hard for over an hour now and was still staining in his pants. His arms were taught against the restraints but he remained on his knees as he was told.

Eva felt the fingers invade her-soft, knowing fingers stroked her. Eva felt her other hand snaking it’s way into her blouse, hugging her tight as fingers found her hard nipple. Eva gasped again. She was so close to coming. Watching the scene earlier, seeing Brent licking and sucking Elizabeth McCabe, tying his wrists together, knowing he was watching her right now – all of it had her so aroused. Eva spread her thighs more and moved her own hand down between them. As Elizabeth McCabe stroked her clit, Eva slid her own fingers inside herself. Brent groaned loudly at the sight. Eva moved slowly, stroking her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, feeling her body trembling as she neared her orgasm.

Her mentor moved her fingers a bit faster, feeling Eva’s body reacting to her. As she stroked Eva, her lips found her neck and as she slid her tongue up Eva’s neck to her ear, she whispered to her, “Come for him Eva,” she said. “Make him watch you. Make your dirty little whore see you cum without him. Make him want you, make him serve you, make him yours. Cum for him.”

That’s all Eva needed to hear. With her eyes open and staring into Brent’s, she succumbed to the feelings. With a sharp cry, she came hard. Her cunt pulsing around her fingers as her body convulsed beneath Elizabeth McCabe’s touch. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body as she continued to come. She had never felt anything so powerful before and her body trembled with each pulse.

Slowly coming down, her mentor gently released her grip on Eva and their lips met once more, kissing softly. Smoothing her skirt back down, Eva turned to Brent. Walking toward him, she leaned down and kissed him just as gently, soothing his hair as she did. Then, standing back up, she moved behind him and released his arms from their binding.

“You may get up now. I’m done with you. Go clean yourself up and return to work. You’re not to touch yourself or make yourself come. That’s for me. It’s only for me. You need to wait and think about this afternoon,” Eva was interrupted by a deep groan from Brent. “You will wait until later tonight. I’ll deal with you then.”

With that, she dismissed him.

Picking up her panties and fluffing her hair, she gathered the Bradford files she had brought and sat down in the chair across from Elizabeth’s McCabe’ desk. “So, you wanted to talk about the case?” she asked with a smile.

Washington D.C. Series 2:3 - Eva's Discovery Continued...

Eva watched breathlessly as Ms. McCabe slowly leant back across her desk. Brent followed her without slowing his movements. He was up on his knees now and Eva could see his straining cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene. She needed this. She didn't know why, but she knew deep down this is what she needed.

Brent continued to fuck Elizabeth McCabe with his fingers. His mouth was buried in her beautiful cunt. Her mentor's hands wound through his hair, pulling his face tighter against her as she ground her hips against him. Her breath was coming in gasps now. Eva was fascinated at the sight and found herself not only needing the situation but wanting to be involved in it. But she didn't want Brent right then, she wanted Ms. McCabe. She wanted to feel her lips crushing against lips. She wanted to feel her skin pressed tight, breasts against breasts, body touching body. Eva was filled by an overwhelming desire to take what she wanted, to just have her and do what she pleased with her.

It was then that Elizabeth McCabe looked at Eva, eyes locking with hers. Eyes that were filled with desire, lust and a glint of something Eva knew was reflected in her own. Eva made her decision and suddenly got up out of her chair and strode over to her mentor. She didn't know if she was allowed, or if it was okay, but she had to do it, she had to taste her and feel her. Ms. McCabe smiled at her, a lascivious smile that let Eva knew she made the right decision. Their lips met heatedly as Eva took control of what she wanted. She felt herself groan as the taste of Elizabeth McCabe invaded her. This was only the second time she had ever kissed a woman and the intensity of the moment took her breath away.

As Eva's lips touched Ms. McCabe's, she could feel the heat of Brent's body so close to hers. She heard him moan as her hip brushed his shoulder. Elizabeth McCabe heard it to and Eva felt a smile through the kiss they were sharing. Her mentor slid her hand through Eva's hair, bringing her closer, kissing her more passionately. Eva knew her other hand was firmly wrapped in Brent's hair and the thought excited her. The hand in Eva's hair, however, was not wound tightly. Eva didn't need to be dominated. Elizabeth McCabe considered her an equal now, a peer in this secret world of theirs.

Eva felt her mentor suddenly gasp into her mouth and glanced down at Brent. His face was buried in the soft folds of her sex, his tongue lapping at her while his fingers continued to fuck her. There was an urgency now as she watched her mentors hips grind against his face. She was going to cum and Eva was mesmerized.

Elizabeth McCabe was gasping in rhythm now, Her kissing more feverish as she came close to her climax. Eva felt the fingers in her hair tightening and heard Brent groan again. He could feel it as well and his movements increased. Suddenly Ms. McCabe cried out and Eva could hear the rush of wetness from between her thighs as Brent fucked her hard with his fingers. Her body convulsed beside Eva as Brent continued moving with her as her orgasm shook her body. Eva had never witnessed anything so beautiful. Ms. McCabe's back arched up to her and her thighs parted wide. Her mouth aggressively kissed Eva and their tongues met. Her body was alive with sensuality as it writhed beneath Eva's touch. Brent moaned loudly again as the taste of his Master's juices touched his lips.

Eva's body responded in kind. She was incredibly aroused by the entire scene that unfolded in front of her. This orgy of senses and feelings. Still, she was startled when she felt Brent's hand on her calf snaking it's way up her leg. His warm hand felt so good against her and she shifted her weight so he could feel her better. She needed him to touch her, to allow her to cum too. Her own cunt was dripping wet and she needed the release. She needed to feel him and have him. She needed to be fucked until she came all over his hard cock. But as she felt his hand creep higher, she had another thought, one that aroused her more.

Pulling back from her mentor's mouth Eva turned and hissed at Brent, "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Speaking those words stirred a passion in Eva's body. Seeing his reaction heightened the pleasure.

Brent froze his movements.

Eva slowly stood and turned as Brent's hand fell away from her leg. He looked at her with a mix of concern and a hint of desire. He wanted this she realized. He did it on purpose to test her. Elizabeth McCabe slowly rose up onto her elbows and released Brent's hair. She looked at him sternly as he slowly and gently withdrew from between her thighs. Eva waited to see what Ms. McCabe would say. Her mentor was silent however, this was Eva's task to handle.

Eva spoke again, a soft harsh whisper that pushed Brent back on his heels, "I asked if I gave you permission to touch me?"

"No."

"So you presume to think that you're allowed to do it because I was involved with the two of you."

Brent had no response and Eva looked at him. His head was slightly down but she could still see Elizabeth McCabe's juices slick on his face. His fingers were still wet as well but he made no movement to clean himself off. What a whore, she thought with a twinge of arousal. Her whore, her slut, Brent was hers now. Elizabeth McCabe had said so and she could do as she pleased with him. She glanced back at her mentor who had now smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs and was sitting on the edge of her desk again. Her mentor gave her a silent subtle nod and turned back to look at Brent.

"I think you need to learn to wait until you're told you can do something. I think you need to learn to respect my wishes now, not your former Master's commands. You listen to me now. I think you need to learn that you're my fucking whore now."

Eva contemplated her next move before saying, "Take off your tie and give it to me."

With a soft gasp of anticipation, Brent slid his hands over his tie and undid the knot. He pulled it slowly from his neck and handed it to Eva. In the process Eva noticed his still hard cock throbbing hard against his pants. She knew then what she needed to do.

to be continued...

Washington Series 2:2 - Eva's Discovery Continued

Ms. McCabe leaned over Brent. Smiling softly at him she ran her fingers through his hair. Her other hand tipped his chin up to her and she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Eva watched, still dumbstruck, as Brent's mouth slowly curled into a smile.

Eva, confused by the entire situation, wrestled with her feelings. So many had passed over her in the time since she had entered the office of her mentor. Confusion followed by embarrassment, anger, jealousy, disappointment and betrayal. Her emotions were back to confusion for the moment - not at the relationship between Brent and Elizabeth McCabe, but confusion at the suggestion that she be involved somehow. Eva had never shared a man nor did she care to. If Brent was spoken for, she knew jealousy could never be kept at bay. She would always be wondering if he was with her, what they were doing, if she could ever be as good as her...

Brent broke into her thoughts. Still on his knees, he crawled over to her chair and knelt before her. "Eva," he pleaded, "please don't be angry with me. I can tell you're hurt. I never wanted to do that to you. What Ms. McCabe said was true. I do love you. I wouldn't have brought you in here today if I didn't love you. I want us to explore more together and this was the only way I knew how to tell you. I just wanted to show you how much I adore you by introducing you to this. I know you're probably mad that I never told you about this relationship, but it's not like ours. I do love her, I won't deny that, but it's not the forever love that I feel with you. You're the one I want to be with, Eva."

Eva sighed as she looked at her lover. He had poured his heart out to her and she knew deep down inside she felt the same. Eva glanced up at Elizabeth MCCabe, not knowing if what he had said hurt her. Her mentor smiled back at Eva and nodded her head. There was no disappointment in her face, no hurt, just a gentle look at both of them.

"Okay," Eva said after some time, "if this makes you happy, I'll bite." She leaned over and kissed him gently. A smile lit up his face. Squeezing her hands for a moment, he released them and crawled back over to Elizabeth McCabe.

She turned to him, but spoke to Eva, "You see Eva, it's possible to give and receive pleasure outside of a relationship. It doesn't change one's heart, it only satisfies the body. There's no reason for guilt or shame as long as it's clear who belongs to whom. Right now Brent still belong to me. I am willing to turn him over to you. That is, after I show you what you're meant to be."

She hesitated before continuing, "I have other lovers, Eva, they belong to me. The difference between me and others who have multiple partners is all of my lovers know about each other, each one knows who I'm with, there are no secrets. Occasionally we even get together as a group."

Brent flushed at the last statement. She chuckled, "Brent particularly enjoys those moments." Brent's cheeks grew more red.

"Though I think that's enough talking don't you think?" she said as she looked down at Brent. Eva looked at him too. She was strangely aroused listening to the soft voice speaking. She surprised herself by wanting to see what Ms. McCabe was going to do. Brent was visibly aroused as well. She could see his hard cock straining for release beneath his pants.

Elizabeth MCCabe bent down over Brent and once again ran her fingers through his hair, this time however, she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled it back sharply. Both Brent and Eva gasped. "Would you like that slut? Do you want to show Eva what we do together?"

"Oh yes, Master," Brent whispered, "please."

Eva watched as her mentor kissed Brent roughly and passionately. She wriggled in her chair as she watched the intensity of the scene. She felt a sudden rush of arousal move through her. She wanted to watch this, all other feelings were gone. No jealousy, no hurt, no embarrassment - all of it gone and replaced with the strong desire to watch them.

Eva was vaguely aware of anything until she heard Brent groan deeply. "Lick me," were the words spoken. "Make me cum. Show Eva what dirty fucking whore you are for me. Make me cum for her."

Brent moved then, kneeling lower, he ran his hands over Elizabeth McCabe's stilettos, caressing them before slipping his hands up to her ankles. His hands drifted up as she took a few steps back to lean against the desk. Brent's hands snaked their way up under her skirt, pulling it as he went, revealing the top of the black stockings she wore. Brent's lips found her skin, kissing along where the lace met flesh. Pushing her skirt up further, he groaned again as he revealed her already wet sex.

Eva involuntarily sucked in her breath when Brent revealed Elizabeth McCabe to her. Her cunt pulsed at the sight. Eva was so aroused now. She didn't know if she could watch much longer before having to touch herself.

Her mentor read her thoughts and spoke in a husky voice, "Do what ever you want Eva. Touch yourself if you need to. You may touch Brent as well, but not until I say it's okay. I want you to watch for awhile."

Eva nodded lustfully at her.

Brent's hands continued to massage and move around Ms. McCabe's thighs, such skilled and masculine hands. Eva could almost feel him against her flesh as she watched. Brent moved his mouth up to her clit and flicked his tongue over it and Eva gasped. His full concentration was on Elizabeth McCabe. Eva watched as he circled his tongue over her, watching how he licked her, fascinated seeing him do this to someone else. His tongue moved deftly over her skin, flicking and sucking at her clit before moving down to taste her juices. Ms. McCabe raised her leg and positioned her sharp stiletto on Brent shoulder eliciting a moan from him. Eva could see his straining cock throb at the contact.

Brent hands parted her thighs further, spreading her for him and Eva. His fingers slid along her slit, slipping into her dripping cunt. Elizabeth McCabe moaned than, "That's it slut, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me like it was your cock, make me cum all over your fingers, your face." Brent moaned again and began pushing his fingers into her, slipping them in and out of her wetness. Two fingers at first, then three. his mouth licked and sucked at her clit as his fingers thrust inside her harder and faster.

Eva could hardly control herself. The scene before her was too erotic. She slipped her hand down and pulled up her skirt, slipping her fingers in her panties. She was dripping wet and the touch of her hand on her clit caused her to groan. Her other hand slipped into her blouse and found her breast. She squeezed her already erect nipple and gasped again. She was so close to cumming. Her fingers skidded over her aroused clit as she continued to watch...

to be continued...

Washington D.C. Series 2:1 - Eva's Discovery

Eva smiled as she took another bite of the muffin Brent had brought her this morning. He was so thoughtful. Every morning for the past month he had brought her something, whether it be coffee or breakfast and on a few occasions, flowers. Eva couldn't help but wonder if she were dreaming. He was such an amazing man and the sex was mind blowing.

She had been with him almost every night over the past month. Each time they were together, she learned something new about him or about herself. The thought made her shiver with delight. Just last night she discovered that he liked to be scratched hard. He had been fucking her with her legs up over his shoulders. She had clawed at his back in an effort to get him to fuck her harder. One of her nails clawed all the way down his back and she could feel his hard cock throb inside her. She did it again and he groaned with pleasure. She remembered smiling to herself and scratching all the way down his back. He had uttered an expletive and stopped for a moment.

"Fuck, Eva," Brent had moaned, "You'll make me cum like that."

"Like this?" she asked and clawed him again.

She had watched as Brent took in the sensations, stopping fucking her completely and holding still as her nails seared into his flesh.

"Again, please," he had moaned and she felt his cock throb harder inside her.

Curious, she complied and watched him shudder each time her nails drug down his back. Eva wasn't sure but she thought she may have drawn blood.

"Brent..." she started to say but his plea to do it again interrupted her.

She did it again and again and watched as Brent began to shake with his orgasm. The further her nails drug down his back, the more he pushed against her. Ultimately he had cried out and his whole body convulsed as he came just from her nails digging into his skin.

Her moment of remembrance was broken suddenly by her speaker phone.

"Eva, Ms. McCabe would like to see you regarding the Bradford case."

Startled, she replied, "Oh, um, ok, I'll be right up."

Another thing she learned over the past month was never to keep Elizabeth McCabe waiting. The woman was fierce, but Eva adored her. Any time she could spend in Ms. McCabe's presence was time well spent. Her mentor had taught her so much about being a lawyer. Definitely much more than she ever would have learned working under someone else. Ms. McCabe had taken her under her wing and was guiding her better than she could have hoped for.

Eva walked off the elevator to the big oak office door. She glanced at the secretary and smiled before knocking softly.

"Come in," said the voice on the other side.

"Do me a favor," Elizabeth McCabe said softly as Eva entered, "close the door behind you, I don't want us to be disturbed."

Eva turned and closed the door behind her then moved to take her seat. She was somewhat taken aback when she saw Brent on the other side of the chair. She hadn't seen him when she first walked in the room. But here he was, knelt down on the floor in front of Ms. McCabe's desk. She looked at Elizabeth McCabe then, the sight didn't quite comprehend in her brain. Ms. McCabe was sitting on the front edge of her desk. Her long lean legs were covered by a tight skirt and black stockings. But it wasn't that which drew Eva's attention so much. It was the one leg that was pushing the heel of her stiletto into the shoulder of Brent, keeping him knelt on the floor.

Eva didn't now what to say. Her mouth hung open as she stared at them.

"Don't be alarmed," Elizabeth McCabe said in a sultry voice. "Brent here has been telling me all about the fun you've been having."

Eva's panicked. Her thoughts raced, "Was Brent with Elizabeth McCabe? Could he be her lover and cheating on her with me?"

"Have a seat Eva and we'll have a talk."

Eva sat and felt the burn of embarrassment stain her cheeks.

"Brent here has told me what a wonderful lover you are. He came to tell me this morning that he felt the two of you had a deep connection and he wanted to explore his relationship with you further."

Eva blinked at her.

"He told me he thought the two of you were ready to take it to the next level."

"Ms. McCabe, I..."

"No worries, Eva, Brent was under instructions to tell me when you were ready. You see, Eva, he's my pet, my plaything, my little whore. But for as much as he's my slut, I want him to be happy too and when I saw his reaction to you, I knew you'd make him happy. I gave him permission to see you."

Eva stared at her not knowing where the conversation was going.

"I gave him permission," she continued, "because I could see that you might have it in you. And according to Brent I was right. That was another reason why I chose you to be on my staff."

Confused, Eva replied, "Have what in me?"

"The power," Elizabeth McCabe said matter-of-factly, "the power to assert yourself, the power to demand what you want when you want it, the power to make him submit to you, to make him your slut. Eva, you my dear, are a Dominant."

"I'm a what?"

"A Dominant, a woman who has the power to control her submissive. Brent has given in to you completely. He trusts you, he loves you, he adores you and he'll do whatever you want. In fact, I may need to get myself a new pet with him moving over to you."

"I don't know..." Eva said hesitantly.

"Perhaps it would be easier if I showed you," Elizabeth said as she slid off the front of her desk and stood in front of Brent...

Washington D.C. Series 1:4 - The Beginning

It wasn't a request she uttered to Brent, it was a demand. She needed him to fuck her on her terms and she wanted it now. It was empowering to be in charge of him, something she had never experienced before.

Brent groaned his response and pulled them both further back onto the bed. She was still on top of him, a position she wanted to maintain. Eva lifted herself up slightly and he slid his hand around his hard cock, positioning it under her dripping cunt.

"Make me cum," she whispered as she sunk slowly down on Brent's throbbing erection. Eva gasped at the intrusion. His size filled her completely, filling her ache completely. Brent moaned as the soft, hot, wet folds of her sex enveloped him.

"Make me cum all over your cock," Eva whispered again as his full length reached to her very core.

"Anything," Brent whispered back as he looked at her with lust filled eyes. His hand found her clit again and they began to rock to the rhythm of sex.

Eva lifted herself slowly up and down on his cock. Each stroke sent shivers up her spine. His fingers skidded over her and she could feel herself already close to climax. This too frightened Eva for a moment. Never had she come so easily for a man she hardly knew. Never had she been this aroused by love-making with a man. She was filled by such intense desire.

Eva began to move harder against his cock. Her hands pressed against Brent's chest, using him for leverage. His hips thrust up to meet her, fucking her as she ground down against him. They were lost to each other now. Each one fucking the other, each one needing to be fucked. Eva trembled as Brent's fingers moved faster over her clit. His other hand reached up to her breast. Deft fingers moved over her nipple, pinching it hard and causing her to gasp. She tightened her cunt around him, drawing him deeper into her. Each time Eva moved up, she squeezed around him, contracting around his hard cock. Each time she moved down, she could feel her slick juices covering Brent's cock more. She was so wet for him. Brent thrust up into her, needing her so much. Each movement she made drew him to her. He was hers. Eva leaned over and kissed Brent hard. Biting his lip she felt the heat growing inside her. She knew she couldn't hold back. She knew he had pushed her too far to come back.

"Brent," she cried, "I'm going to cum."

Brent groaned loudly, already feeling her body starting to convulse around him. He responded by pushing his cock deeper inside her, thrusting harder up into her and he felt her body begin to shudder. Her cunt tightened around his cock, beginning to pulse hard around his hard member. Brent felt a rush of hot wetness over his as Eva began to come. He groaned again as he watched the flush creep up her neck. Her nails dug into his chest as her body flooded with the heat of her orgasm. Eva cried out as it finally overtook her, clawing at Brent's chest as she came. His fingers moved over her, not wanting to stop, wanting more from her.

The pain of her nails digging into his chest and the flood of pulsing wetness around his cock were too great. Brent cried out, "Oh, Eva, fuck... I'm going to come, ohhhhh...."

Eva leaned over and bit his neck hard and she felt his body tense underneath her. She could feel his cock throbbing hard inside her, releasing spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside her. His body convulsing under her as she continued to ride out her orgasm on top of him.

Breathless their mouths met again. A feeling had passed between them, something Eva was sure would be explored further. She wasn't clear exactly was it would be, but she though it would be exciting and new. As Brent rolled her over, his cock still hard inside her and starting to thrust slowly again, Eva knew it would change her life.

Washington D.C. Series 1:3 - The Beginning

Eva walked past Brent into the main foyer of the brownstone. Her lust was momentarily distracted by the beauty surrounding her. Everything about the space was elegant from the spindled banister that led up to the second level to the deep mahogany floor beneath her feet. It screamed money and Eva was suddenly unsure as to what she was doing here. It was then that she felt Brent strong arms circle her waist.

"I know it's a bit much to look at," he said into her ear, "but it's all just things. They're not important to me." With those words he turned her slowly to him and kissed her softly.
Eva relaxed into his kiss and slid her arms around her neck. He knew what to say to her to make her feel comfortable here. She wanted him more than ever now and passionately kissed back. Their bodies felt the need and the fervency became more evident as their hands began to roam. Urgent and hungry movements overtook them.

"Let's go upstairs," Brent growled into her ear.
"Yes," Eva responded breathlessly, "Lets."

Brent took her hand and the two of them quickly made their way up the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. Brent swung the door open and grabbed Eva tight to him once more. Their movements were frantic now. Helping each other undress and flinging clothes everywhere, Eva and Brent quickly stripped down. The first moment Brent's bare skin pressed against Eva, she knew this was exactly what she wanted. His warm skin fueled her desire and his hard length pressed firmly against her belly ignited her senses. She wanted to have him, all of him. She wanted to lick his skin and inhale his scent. She wanted to feel him inside her—deep inside her until she moaned with pleasure. She wanted to take him in her mouth and and taste his cum.

They stumbled toward the bed. Each ravishing the other. Each kissing and licking and biting, desperate for the touch of the other. The back of Brent's knees hit the bed first and he tumbled backward pulling Eva with him. Giggling for a moment, Eva pulled back to admire him. Brent's chiseled looks extended beyond his face. His hard sculpted chest led down to perfect abs that made Eva want to lean down and lick, His hard cock stood erect between his thighs. It was thick and long, more sizable than the men she normally dated. Eva wanted so much to have him inside her. To have the feeling of this hot hard thick cock sliding up into her inch by inch would be divine.

Eva leaned over Brent as he nestled his hand against her cheek.

"Oh Eva," he whispered as his lips met hers again, "you are so beautiful."

Eva murmured a soft response and kissed him harder. She felt his cock throb between her thighs as his lips crushed his. Her hand snaked down between them and wrapped around his cock. Her small hand began to stroke him, gently at first, feeling his penis throb again at the attention.

Her hand moved up and down his thick shaft, masturbating him slowly as their tongues swirled in each other's mouths. His hand wrapped itself in her hair, pulling her closer to him. Each stroke of her hand caused his fingers to grip tighter. His other hand cupped her ass, moving her against him in the rhythm of her hand. He pulled her toward him, harder, trying to will her to fuck him.

"Not yet," she gasped, "I'm not going to fuck you yet."
A low moan escaped his lips and she felt his cock suddenly pulse in her hand, growing slightly harder than she thought was possible.
"Please," he uttered, "Eva, you have me so close to cumming already. I don't know if I can hold out."
"No," Eva whispered softly and again his cock pulsed in her hand. She wanted more of him first. She wanted to wrap her lips around him and taste his cock. She wanted the feel of his erect penis in her mouth.
"Oh," he gasped," Eva... please... really, you have me so aroused."
"No," she said wickedly as her hand felt him pulse harder. He liked this, she thought to herself, he liked being teased this way. Each time she said no his cock grew harder. Eva wanted to test this further now. The thought was arousing her too. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. He excited her.
She stroked him firmer and made Brent gasp her name.
"Eva, god, please, I can't take this."
"No," she said harsher than she wanted but he reacted again, pulsing harder than before. Her harsh words added to the sensations. Eva had an idea. She whispered again, "I'm not going to fuck you until I'm ready, no matter how much you beg."
A strangled cry came from Brent as his cock went rigid in her hand.

Triumphantly, Eva smiled as she slid down his body kissing his neck as she inched her way down.
"Eva, please, I can't take this, ohhhh, bite me," Brent whispered. "Please."
Eva shuddered with desire when he said those words. It wasn't the words he said, it was the desire behind them. The longing was so clearly evident.
Eva licked and kissed his neck more before suddenly sinking her teeth into his neck. Brent groaned loudly and bucked his hips up to her hand. His cock pulsed hard in her hand, his erection going violently hard. She bit him again and he reacted again. Eva writhed on top of him. It was a strange sensation denying requests and inflicting pain on Brent and having him react in such a lustful and aroused way. For Eva it was stranger feeling herself become aroused while she did it. She wanted to hurt him more. She wanted to feel him grow harder. She wanted to hear him groan with pain and pleasure. She wanted to torture him until she came.

Eva stopped for a moment, aware of her thoughts as they filtered through her brain. She was abruptly confused by her thoughts. What was he doing to her. What were these sensations. How could she purposefully hurt him like this. It wasn't right.

Brent broke the silence, sensing her confusion. "Don't stop, Eva, please, I need this, I want this, I want you."

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. His lips found hers again. His hand found his way between her thighs and stroked her gently. Brent gasped softly as he slid his fingers through her wetness. Eva was dripping wet from the arousal of the moment. She moaned as his skilled fingers found her clit.

Brent whispered to her then, "I like it when you bite me. It arouses me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to take me. I'm yours. You know you want to have me like this. I could feel it in your kiss and I can feel it between your thighs. You want to do this to me. Use me, Eva, however you want. Don't be afraid." He coed softly into her ear. His warm breath exciting her, his gentle yet suggestive words arousing her more.

Eva's hands slid up Brent's back and up into his hair. With an inhaled breath, she decided to test his words. She pulled sharply back on his hair and Brent cried out. His already hard cock, swelled and pulsed against her. His fingers moved faster as a hissed "yesss" rolled from his lips.

Eva pulled his hair hard again, snapping his head back. He groaned loudly as his fingers became frantic against her. It was all too much for Eva. It excited her beyond belief that she liked hurting him and he liked to be hurt. She needed him, now.

"Fuck me Brent," she harshly whispered in his ear...

to be continued...

Washington D.C. Series 1:2-The Beginning

Eva couldn't stop thinking about the curious behavior she had seen in Elizabeth McCabe's office a few days earlier. What had Brent been doing? Did he drop something? Did he fall and miss the chair. It was bizarre. She had seen Brent a few times since then but didn't have the courage to ask him about it. And besides, he always seemed in a rush and she didn't have the heart to stop him.

She also found herself not able to call Ms. MCabe anything but by her proper title or her full name, not even in her own head. She supposed it was due to the power she exuded - it literally flowed from her and seeped into everything around her. It drew Eva to her at the same time. She couldn't help but gravitate to her. She suspected it might even be a bit of a girl crush. Eliazbeth McCabe was beautiful, successful and powerful. Who wouldn't be drawn to her.

It was a few minutes before she could pack up and leave when Brent suddenly appeared at her side. Surprised, she looked up and smiled at him and was rewarded with a very sexy smile back.
"Hey there Eva," he said in a sultry voice, "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."
"Oh?" she asked.
Sliding half onto her desk, he leaned over and whispered, "I enjoyed meeting you the other day."
Eva blushed slightly, "I enjoyed meeting you too."
"Good, then may I be so bold as to ask you out for a drink tonight?"
"Tonight?" Eva thought quickly about the amount of work she was taking home with her. It could wait until later. One drink couldn't hurt.
"I'd love that, yes." Eva said. She really hadn't been out in the city yet. Of course, that was because she really hadn't met anyone to go out with yet. There were a few nice people at her gym, but no one who match the looks and charm of Brent.
"Wonderful... shall we go?" Brent winked at her and stood, helping Eva with her bag.

It was a short ride and arriving at the bar, Eva realized she was out of her league. Every brick on the bar's facade exuded money, something Eva didn't have. She sure hoped Brent was planning on paying tonight and that this wasn't some sort of work happy hour. If it was a happy hour, she may be sticking to club soda with a lemon.

As she reached for the car door handle, Brent gently took hold of her wrist. Turning back to him questioningly, she couldn't mistake the look in his eye.
"Eva, I know this is going to sound forward again, but I just can't help but ask." he asked, managing to look kind of shy, "May I kiss you?"
Eva just looked at him for a moment. Did she really just hear that?
"I just can't help it Eva, you're beautiful, you're smart, you're talented and I can't get you out of my mind. You've occupied every thought since I met you."
Eva blinked and stared at him. No man had ever been this eloquent with his words to her. It sounded like the perfect pick-up line and Eva was unsure if she wanted to be picked-up.
"You have?" Eva asked, disbelieving he was genuine.
"I really have. Ms. McCabe has told me so much about you and I must admit that I'm intrigued."
"Wow, thank you." She said and supposed a little kiss couldn't hurt. "Just that comment alone deserves a little kiss."
Brent's smile lit up and he leaned in to her. The minute his soft lips touched hers, her body responded. His mouth was warm and gentle. His lips moved sensuously over hers. It was a kiss of desire and they both felt it. She moaned softly, an indication of much she had missed this type of intimacy. Taking her response as approval, Brent's tongue gently pushed at her until her lips parted for him. It swirled over her tongue, asking more from her. Eva allowed him to kiss her deeply and passionately. Her body surged with a sudden lust, one that had been quiet for far too long. It was suddenly as if someone switched Eva on, she wanted him. She needed him. She wanted more than a kiss, she needed to fuck him.
"Brent..." she panted as she broke their kiss. "I don't think I want to have drink any more."
Brent looked crushed as he pulled away from her. "Eva, I'm sor-"
Eva cut him off with another kiss. "No, I don't want a drink, I want to go someplace where we'd have more privacy. I want more of what we've started."
Brent groaned softly at her words, wanting her just as much and he kissed Eva deeper. His hand reached behind her head and pulled her close. His mouth crushed hers as he reached over started up the car.
Breathlessly pulling away he put the car in drive and headed to, what Eva assumed, would be his place.

Eva's thoughts raced through her mind on the drive. She hasn't jumped into bed with a man she hardly knew since her undergraduate years. Why was she doing it now? She really shouldn't be sleeping with someone from work, particularly not someone who was above her in seniority. But she didn't work directly under him... at least not yet. Eva looked over at him and lust immediately washed over her again. She was doing it for her she knew. Here was a man obviously taken with her and she couldn't help but want him. It had been too long since she last had a lover. Even then he was just someone she was passing time with. Eva needed to feel a body against hers. She needed to feel the warmth of another's touch. She needed a night of pleasure in this lonely city. Glancing out the window, Eva could just make out the lights that lit the White House. She smiled to herself then, she was here after all, she may as well enjoy it.

Brent finally pulled up to a magnificent brownstone and Eva gasped at its beauty. She really was out of her league when it came to him. Eva made a mental note not to ask Brent back to her tiny apartment. Helping her from the car, he led her up the steps to the big wooden door that led into the house. The minute Brent opened the door, Eva knew she exactly what she was going to have...

to be continued...

Washington D.C. Series 1:1

Hello my lovely readers. Yes, I realize it's been some time since I last posted. I've been taking the time to do a bit more serious writing, the beginnings of which are posted here. The audio book opportunity has led me to writing a second "city" series which I have been developing fervently over the past several weeks. Washington D.C. is a look at a young lawyer named Eva who ventures into uncharted territory in our Capitol City. While this post may not start out with the erotic intensity normally found within my pages, rest assured that there will be highly charged sexual situations revealed in the next few posts. So please sit back, relax and enjoy. There's more to come soon.

And if you haven't checked out my audio book for the New York series, you can find it here.

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As she brought up the last box from her rented Uhaul, Eva took a long look around her apartment. It was smaller then she was used to with it's gray-white walls and dirty tan carpet. The kitchen had been appallingly tiny but it was still far bigger than the others she had looked at. She'd get used to it, she supposed, for this wasn't rural Ohio anymore. Washington D.C. was a much bigger city and with a much bigger price tag.

She put the box down with the rest of them and walked into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a bottle of water. She had a half of a leftover salad from lunch and three bottles of water. She thought it might be an opportune time to find out where the nearest grocery store was when she returned the rented truck. Taking a long swig from the bottle, she wandered back into the tiny square of a living room. Her couch had barely fit against the one wall. Where was she going to put all of her stuff? There was barely enough space in here for her. She looked over the pile of boxes filling the rest of the room and hallway and mentally kicked herself for choosing to move in the day before she started her new job.

Still, she was happy to be here. It was a long time ago when she realized that small city life really wasn't for her. Ever since she was 10 years old, she dreamt of living in the big city, partying with socialites and hob-nobbing with the famous. She thought that she'd end up in New York, but Washington D.C. would certainly do. While the city wasn't filled with celebrity actors, it had it's fair share of senators, congressmen and various other politicians and her new job at McCabe, Denhurst, Fabian and Walker law offices would be the perfect opportunity to meet them. She had purposely picked this law office because of it's connections to Capitol Hill. All she had to do now was perform well enough to impress someone enough to get invited to the private parties. Eva wasn't worried about that though. She'd make a good impression in no time.

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Eva's first two weeks were disappointing to say the least. Eva acknowledged that while she didn't go to a top name law school, she was certainly above doing mundane filing for the two male chauvinist, one-year-her-senior, moronic lawyers had her doing. Here she was, valedictorian of her law class, filing like some secretary. She was a lawyer, albeit inexperienced, but she deserved to at least help with some cases. Eva was beginning to question if she made the right move.

It was then that Human Resources buzzed her to tell her that Senior Partner Elizabeth McCabe wanted to meet with her. Would she be available for a two o'clock meeting? Eva swallowed hard. Either it would be about something very good or very bad. No one saw the senior partners when they were at her level, let alone only two weeks on the job. Of course she'd be available she said and set about trying to think as little as possible about Elizabeth McCabe and what would be happening at two o'clock.

Time passed quickly and as Eva exited the elevator on the seventh floor, she marveled at the difference in decor from where she sat. Here it was mahogany shelves, beautiful lush carpets and secretaries that walked out of fashion magazines. The partners did well for themselves. She hoped to do this well someday too. After announcing herself to Ms McCabe's secretary, she settled into a cushy leather chair and nervously waited for her moment.

It was then that a very attractive man sat down across from her. Eva looked over him. The man had sexy yet rugged features, strangely erotic in a setting such as this. His obviously expensive suit fit him well. Eva guessed he worked out religiously from the cut of his clothes and the strength in his jaw.

"Here's a man I could take a tumble with," she thought to herself as she noticed him looking her over as well.
Smiling with dazzling charm he said," Hello."
"Hello,"
"Waiting for Ms McCabe?
"I am, you?"
"I am," he said with a hint of a smirk.
Eva was careful to act as professional as possible. She still didn't know who the other senior members of the firm were yet and she didn't want to make any mistakes. Yet, this man was so sexy, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander into less than professional areas.
Clearing her head of those thoughts, she extended her hand and said, "I'm Eva Longwell."
"I'm Brent Martin, very nice to meet you."
Eva couldn't help but blush over the way he emphasized "very".
"I heard there was a young new lawyer starting here. I didn't realize she would be smart and beautiful."
Eva blushed again. Here she was on the verge of being sexually harassed and loving every minute of it.
"Did they mention I was talented too?" she retorted, enjoying the conversation.
"No," he said with a killer grin, "but I have no doubt that you are."

Just as Eva was relaxing into the conversation with her new found friend the voice behind her quipped, "Miss Longwell, Ms. McCabe is ready for you."
Smiling briefly at Brent, Eva said, "I guess that's my cue." She stood, straightened her skirt and set off toward the door to the senior partner's office. Knocking softly, she entered.

Eva immediately sucked in her breath. The view was stunning. The building was tall and the bay window in Ms. McCabe's office over looked all of Capitol Hill. She could see everything. Being a partner certainly had its benefits. Dragging her eyes away from the window, she took in her surrounding. Elizabeth McCabe's office had a slightly different feel than the waiting area. Everything in here was softer, a bit more feminine but not girly. She could sense feminine strength from everything to the look of the desk to the beautiful oriental rug over the hardwood floor.

"Mss Longwell, it's so lovely to meet you." Ms. McCabe said, breaking the silence as she crossed the room to greet her.
Shaking her hand, Eva replied," And it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. McCabe."
"Please," she said and directed Eva to a leather armchair in front of her desk.
"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I called you up here," she said looking at Eva intently, "Please be assured it's for only good reasons."
Eva let out a small sigh of relief and smiled.
"I wanted to let you know that I'm pulling you from under Vanders and Heebler and bringing you onto my own staff. It's rare that we hire an intelligent female around here and from your impressive school record, I want someone like you on my staff. I've been watching you and I know you're more capable than those two idiots think you are."
Eva could scarcely contain herself but managed to control an appropriate "thank you."
"You can move your things tomorrow and we'll get started right away. it won't be glamourous to start but I think you'll take to it quite easily. You might be doing some filing for me, but I'll be asking you to review those files before putting them away. I'll be your mentor for the next several months. There will likely be long hours, late nights and the odd weekend here and there. Are you up for the challenge?"
"I am," Eva said excitedly, "I'm honored that you'd think of me. Thank you very much."
"Don't thank me yet," replied Elizabeth McCabe with a small laugh as she held out her hand. "Welcome aboard."
After shaking hands again, Eva made her way to the door. Startling her, it opened just before her hand could reach the handle. Brent walked in through the open door. Throwing her a gorgeous smile and winking, he walked over to desk. As the door was shutting behind her, she heard Elizabeth McCabe quietly, but sternly say, "Sit." Her last view before the door shut behind her was of Brent Martin dropping to his knees.

to be continued...