Seductive Takeover Ch. 02

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!

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I started looking around the goth-themed clothing shop with some excitement. This was much more my vibe than those old stoggy business suits and anchor-woman clothes. After a minute of perusing the racks, I began wondering where my aunt had gone. Wasn't she right behind me?

Stepping to a spot where I could see out the front window, I located Claire talking on her phone. Who was she...? Did she just curl her hair around a finger? I smiled. Tawny, the cute waitress from last night, it must be. Unless Claire had some other love interest she hadn't mentioned. Just then, Claire looked up and noticed me watching her. She immediately ducked her head and turned away, embarrassed. I just smirked and continued shopping.

A minute or so later, Claire joined me, her face a pleasant rosy color. When the older woman didn't speak, I gave her a mischievous smile.

"Was that Tawny?" I asked.

"Yes," came the reply after a heartbeat's pause. Claire sounded like she was admitting to some deep secret, which made my smile widen. "She asked me out." The statement was almost a whisper.

"When?" I asked.

"How do you know I agreed to it?"

"It's written all over your blushing face and how hard your nipples are," I chuckled, glancing down at my aunt's chest.

Reflexively, Claire covered her breasts with her hands. Then, realizing how that could look, crossed her arms over her chest instead.

"Well, so what?" Claire retorted, looking around to see who else might have noticed her fumbling. "It's... been a while, okay?"

I settled into a less teasing demeanor, except for one corner of my mouth that I couldn't force down.

"A while since you've been on a date or a while since you've been with a woman?"

Claire grimaced before she answered.

"Both," she admitted. "And I've never actually dated a woman." Her voice lowered, and she stepped a little closer. "I messed around in college, but it was just making out and some light petting at parties."

The older woman seemed a little lost and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"What?" I asked, cocking my head. "What's that look for?"

"Well, I... I just thought maybe you could, I don't know, give me some advice." Claire looked around again, mostly to keep from making eye contact.

"For what? Dating women?" I said, amused at the assumption. "Why would it be any different than dating a man? Oh, you're right, sorry. You don't have to worry about guarding your drink or them thinking 'no' just means you're playing hard to get."

I realized too late that I had let a flash of anger seep into my tone. I corrected immediately, hoping Claire hadn't noticed.

"No, Claire, there's nothing different about dating a woman," I sighed. "The important question is, do you have something to wear? I don't think that drab blouse and skirt you had on yesterday exactly screams, 'fuck me'."

Claire's eyes flew open, and she looked like she wanted to cover my mouth with her hand.

"Nyx!" she exclaimed, checking for others listening in again. "I'm not going to... fuck her... on a first date!"

Oh, really? Alright, I could see one item I should probably warn her about.

"Okay, maybe there is something different about dating women," I began. "Two women are more likely to end up in bed at the end of a first date. If you click and the desire is there, why not? There's no possibility of an accident committing yourself to a lifelong relationship with this person, you know?"

Claire squeaked and put her face in her hands.

"Relax, Claire," I consoled, putting an arm around the older woman's shoulders. "I'm just teasing you." My aunt's hands lowered so she could look at me. "Kinda," I added.

Claire groaned and buried her face again. I laughed and wheeled around to face her, a hand on each of her upper arms.

"Don't worry," I said, as chipper as I could manage. "We're in the perfect place to get you something amazing for your date!"

Dropping her hands, Claire scanned the racks of black and variations of black. Her head tilted to the side and gave me an incredulous look.

"Not here, here," I clarified. "I meant the mall. These," I gestured to the displays around us, "aren't just clothes. These are an attitude. You could never pull it off."

Claire looked a little insulted, but she couldn't really argue and, to her credit, didn't try.

"I, on the other hand," I continued, pulling a dress I had been eyeing previously from a rack, "will kill in this!"

We... well, I spent the next thirty minutes picking out outfits, accessories, and shoes, then another thirty minutes trying things on while Claire watched and waited. She got bored and frustrated that I didn't come out and model for her, but I didn't want to tempt her anymore today than I already had.

I finally declared that I was satisfied and took a large pile of clothing to the counter. Claire got a very curious look on her face when I pulled out a credit card, punched in a PIN, and paid for my purchase like it was nothing.

As we turned to leave with several bags of clothing, I ignored Aunt Claire's questioning stare. Finally, she couldn't restrain herself any longer and had to ask.

"Whose card was that?"

There was a long silence before I answered.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," I said flatly.

"Excuse me?" Claire replied, gearing up for a confrontation.

"I didn't steal it, if that's what you're thinking," I said, cutting off Claire's momentum before it could get started.

"Then where...?" Claire started to push, but I cut her off.

I stopped cold in the middle of the mall concourse, forcing Claire to turn around to face me. Our eyes met, and the older woman shivered.

"It's nothing illegal, and it's none of your business, Claire. Drop it."

I put steel into those last two words, hopefully leaving no room for violation. My aunt was left frozen, her mouth half open. I started walking again, leaving her behind.

"Fine," Claire recovered, turning to catch up. "As long as the police aren't going to show up at my door, it's... none of my business."

"Thank you," I replied with a quick glance over, as I forced my ire back down.

Like nothing ever happened, my eyes brightened, and I angled toward a new clothing store.

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I woke the next morning with my arm draped over Aunt Claire again. Damnit. Despite how much I wanted her, I had been trying to avoid having a sexual relationship with Claire. Unfortunately, my subconscious had other ideas. The repercussions of an infatuated aunt were not something I wanted to deal with. I needed to get her involved with someone else before my overly active libido made me do something... incredibly hot, but dangerous.

My hand moved up her torso of its own accord to touch the underside of her breast.

Fuck me! I groaned inwardly and forced myself to turn over and sit on the edge of the bed. Looking over my shoulder, I couldn't help tracing the lines of the beautiful woman in the bed next to me.

"Just fucking take her," Miriam's voice whispered in my head.

I turned away.

"That's how you beat them, Nyx, by making them beg to be crushed under you."

My hands pressed against my temples, trying to get rid of her voice. She had saved me once, but this was Aunt Claire; I didn't want to beat her or crush her.

"Nyx?" It was Claire waking up. "Are you okay?"

"J.. just a little headache," I lied. "Do you have any Advil?"

"In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," she instructed.

I rose, feeling her eyes taking in my naked twenty-year-old body, and padded across the small hall onto the tiles of the restroom. I went through the motions of finding the pills and taking one. Closing the mirrored door, I looked into my own eyes.

"Why are you still here, Nyx?" I silently asked myself. "You don't need some crappy internship; you know how to make real money."

"Make them beg." Miriam's words again.

I clenched my jaw at the memories. I told myself that I was just revealing their true selves, giving them what they most desired. I never hurt anyone. But that wasn't true. I showed them bliss, and then I ripped it from them.

Sometimes it felt like a superpower, but it was just empathy, for fuck's sake. So many people just need someone to care. I had done more than that, I had become the person they needed, the exact personality to fit into the missing pieces of their soul. I fulfilled needs they didn't even know they had, and they gave me lavish presents and cash in return. I never asked for anything, I never needed to.

I had my own reasons beyond the monetary that, I'm sure, some psychologist would have a field day with, but I didn't spend much time thinking about it. This was too much thinking already. Fuck introspection.

I turned to the shower and immersed myself in the morning routine. The bathroom wasn't large enough for a tub, so the shower was just a box with a clear glass door. With the warm water washing down my body, I noticed Claire come in. She had thrown on an oversized T-shirt and acted like I wasn't there. Well, she tried to. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her glancing in my direction more than once.

I couldn't help myself; I posed while pretending I hadn't seen her come in. Claire's eyes lingered before turning away, rushing through her task, and scurrying out. I smiled then chastised myself for baiting her. That kind of behavior was not going to help the situation.

Hopefully, the date with Tawny would go well, or the tension between us would just keep rising. Speaking of tension, after my little display for my aunt, I was feeling that tension as a tingling between my legs. I put one hand against the wall and the other slid down my body, coming to rest where it could help that tingle. Closing my eyes, I let a finger circle my clit as I conjured up the image of my sexy aunt kneeling in the shower with her mouth pressed against my sex.

"That's it, Claire," my voice encouraged in my imagination. "I'll train you to be such a good pussy licker."

I moaned out loud as my fingers played the role of my aunt's imaginary tongue.

"A little faster... good girl... aaaahhhh... almost there..."

A quickly muffled squeak interrupted my impending orgasm. My eyes flew open to see Claire with her hand over her mouth, still staring at the hand wedged between my legs. No way was I going to act embarrassed.

"What the fuck, Claire?" I yelled. "I don't mind you watching, just don't interrupt! Now you ruined it!"

The shocked and confused look on her face was almost worth it. Almost. She stammered like she was going to apologize, but rushed out instead. Damnit, maybe I should give that clerk a call after all. I hadn't intended to, but I was going to need a diversion. What was her name? Megan?

I finished rinsing, shut off the water, and grabbed a towel. My original plan of wrapping myself and being modest got thrown into the floor with the wet towel. Once again, I was brazenly marching through Claire's apartment without a stitch on. Let her be as uncomfortable as I was frustrated.

"Look, I...," she started to say until she turned and saw me.

I ignored her and retrieved one of my new outfits from the closet. She recovered and continued.

"I'm s.. sorry for... you know..."

I turned around and she spun to look at the wall.

"W.. we should probably d.. discuss how to have some privacy." Her eyes glanced over at me and then back at the wall. "S.. so that doesn't happen again."

I stepped into my underwear, watching her fidget. It was cute.

"Or you could stop being a prude," I shot back.

I stood straight and peered at her. She was still trying not to look at me, but at my words, she turned to face me, acting like my body had no effect on her. I smirked, noticing how much effort it was taking for her to focus on my face.

"I'm not a prude!" Claire returned, indignant.

Without breaking eye contact, I licked one finger and started to circle it around one nipple. The nub quickly hardened and became quite pronounced. Claire's strained face held my gaze for a few seconds before relenting and staring right at my glistening tip.

"Stop it!" she hissed.

"Prude," I smiled and gave her a kissy face.

"Brat," my aunt mumbled at just a high enough volume for me to hear as she turned away to finish getting dressed.

Chuckling to myself, I went back to my own task of getting dressed. For my first day, I had chosen a black, pleated A-line dress that came to mid-thigh with a bodice that looked like a cross between a vest and a corset. It had a double line of gold buttons from just below my breasts to my navel. Above the breasts was black lace that split but then was tied with a bow around my neck. The three-quarter-length arms were puffy at the shoulders and just before the cuffs. To that, I added a black pair of fine fishnet hose with a subtle rose pattern along with some black Mary Janes. Finally, some bold eyeliner ending in an upward swoosh on the outsides.

I walked out to look at myself in the full-length mirror just outside the bedroom door. I was goth business sexy. Jenna Ortega, eat your heart out! This look was guaranteed to get attention. It said quirky but confident, just the image I wanted to propagate in this new life.

Claire squeezed by me while I preened. She was already wearing part of the outfit I had convinced her to wear on her date that night. It was simple, but she looked good in it. The part that Claire was already wearing was a tan vest that fit her curves perfectly while showing a hint of cleavage. For work, she had matched it with a black pair of slacks, which would get swapped for a loose black miniskirt for the date. She had nice legs that I knew Tawny would appreciate, but convincing my aunt of that had taken some finesse.

But that was later. Right now, I had to get through my first day at my first corporate job. Ha! Me, corporate! That was an irony that was not lost on me, but I was determined to make the best of it.

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Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling into a parking lot beside a seven-story brick rectangle with windows. The only change in the architecture was a huge archway opening on the side of the building nearest to us. A passage went all the way through the building, making me wonder if the Hogwarts Express was coming through at some point.

Claire must have seen my curiosity and explained.

"This used to be a warehouse for some shipping company, I think. Train tracks went right through the building. Cool, huh?"

"Yeah, cool," I agreed without conviction.

As we got out of the car and got closer, it looked like a restaurant had turned the area into outdoor seating and had even put a large stage across the gap. Okay, that was cooler.

We went up a flight of external stairs, swiped a card, and ended up in a lounge area with TVs, couches, and even an arcade table.

"You can come down here to get away when you have time unless some other company has reserved the space for some function," Claire said. "This is a communal area for all of the tenants. We don't own the building, we just lease the top two floors."

Claire angled away from the obvious path and sat down on one of the couches, indicating that I should join her. After I sat, a little curious, she shifted to face me more directly.

"Okay," she started, holding up her hands like she was about to apologize for something. "I need you to wait here for a few minutes before coming up."

My eyebrows rose, but I waited for her to continue.

"While not strictly against the rules, hiring a family member, especially as an underling, is frowned upon."

"Oh, this just keeps getting better," I grumbled, shaking my head and looking to the side.

"So we just need to keep that part on the DL," Claire continued, ignoring my comment.

"Someone is going to see us driving away or arriving together," I pointed out, exasperated.

"Oh, yeah. I should have thought of that," Claire said more to herself. "You'll have to start taking public transit, I guess."

"What?!" Did I just hear what I thought I heard? "Oh, fuck no. Look, I'm all for public transit, but that's not what this city has. What you've got is a bike trail someone decided to build a train on."

"Hey! That's not true! We have a nice subway," she retorted, but without conviction.

I was fed up. Rising, I moved for the inner glass doors leading to the lobby.

"Where are you...?" Claire said behind me, but I cut her off.

"What floor is your office on?" I asked without turning around.

"Seven, but I should..."

"It will look even better if I get there before you." I turned with my hand on the door. "You wait," I ordered, not even trying to soften my tone.

"But...," was all I heard from Claire before the door was closing behind me.

I rode the elevator up to the top floor. The doors opened to an interesting mix of modern furnishings and decor amongst large wooden beams that harkened back to the building's use as a warehouse. Just to the left was a quarter-circle reception desk with an older but pleasant-enough-looking woman sitting behind it.

"Can I help you?" she greeted as I approached.

There was a slightly derisive tone as her eyes took me in, like she was sure I was in the wrong place.

"Maybe. I'm here to start an internship with Claire Beechum."

"An intern?" The woman's brows rose, and her tone changed to one much more welcoming. "I didn't know we had an internship program. Well, I haven't seen Claire come in yet. You'll need to sign in, and I'll need to print you a visitor badge anyway."

She lifted a binder onto the raised counter and handed me a pen.

"Your name?" the receptionist asked with her hands poised over a keyboard.

"Nyx... sorry, Angel Rodrigo, but I go by Nyx, N-Y-X," I answered while filling in the ledger.

The woman sighed but typed. Moments later, a printer came to life and spat out a stiff card with 'Nyx' in large bold letters and 'Rodrigo' in a smaller font below it. It was a small detail, but I appreciated what that implied about expecting people to be addressed by their first names.

The woman slipped the card into a plastic sheath with a lanyard attached and handed it to me.

"You can just have a seat..." she began when the elevator door opened and Claire came out.

"Oh, you're on time," Claire said, sounding surprised.

Really? I glared at her but held my expression in check.

"Yes, ma'am," I intoned sweetly. "Can't be late the first day."

"I see you've met Gloria," Claire indicated the receptionist.

"Yeah," I acknowledged, "she's been great."

The older woman gave us a smile that failed to reach her eyes.

"Follow me, then. I'll give you the tour and show you where your desk is," Claire announced.

She walked around a corner on the left, and I took a few quick steps to catch up. We went down a wide path with glass-walled offices on the left. Several eyes looked up and followed us for a few moments, but I ignored them.

"These are manager offices," Claire was saying as we passed.

"Which one is yours?"

"Oh, I don't have an office," she answered. "I prefer to sit with my team."

Just then, the corridor emptied into a huge open space. Even the ceiling stretched above us high enough for another floor, but was just open rafters of the same aged but sturdy wood as the rest of the frame. I could see clear to the other side of the building with just thick wooden columns spaced evenly through the room. While there were no walls, except on some rooms along two of the sides, the area was roughly divided by large whiteboards and corkboard panels.

Where the managers we had passed all seemed to be dressed in business casual, the people in what I would learn was referred to as the team area were all in jeans and T-shirts. I would have fit right in here! Why had Aunt Claire insisted I dress more professionally?

"This is about a quarter of our development teams," Claire continued. Gesturing along the wall to our right, she added, "And these are my teams."

Along the wall were three U-shaped configurations of desks, most of which had computer monitors, keyboards, and mice. From a quick estimation, each U contained six or so people. The group closest to us all turned around or looked up from their screens at hearing Claire's voice. They were mostly twenty-something men, but I noticed a few women as well. A few of them gave us a wave.

"This first pod is our mobile and web UI team, the one in the middle is our backend API group, and the last pod is our cloud and automation engineers," Claire went on as though I would understand what she just said. She was wrong.

"Uh, okay," I responded, returning the waves with a raised hand.

Just then, a woman came quickly from the corridor we had just exited.

"Claire!" she exclaimed, relieved. "Peggy was looking for you earlier."

"Looking for me?" Claire's eyebrows rose, and I got the impression that, whoever Peggy was, having her attention was not a good thing. "Hmm, okay. Uhh." She looked at the small group closest, scanning the group. "I need someone to give Nyx here the tour."

A couple of the guys quickly volunteered, but Claire didn't seem comfortable with them. Finally, she turned to the new arrival.

"Rose, do you have the time to finish giving Ang... Nyx, the tour?"

"Sure," the girl chirped.

I could already tell Rose was one of those annoyingly chipper people I tried to avoid. She was cute, though. A little shorter than me with a full figure and a round face that reminded me of a cartoon chipmunk. Her brown hair, pulled into two balls on her head like mouse ears, didn't help. The pink streak through one side of her hair, along with her lip ring, gave me some hope that there was a little rebel behind the vivaciousness.

"Nyx," Claire said, turning to me, "this is Rose. Rose, Nyx."

We smiled at each other, and she gave me an excited little wiggly finger wave from her waist as she bounced once on her toes. I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Just leave her with HR," my aunt instructed Rose. "She still has forms to complete and a couple of mandatory trainings, but there's no rush."

"Yes, Captain Claire," the smaller woman said in a deep voice as she stood at attention and saluted.

"Rose," Claire glared but smirked nonetheless before turning back in the direction we had come from and walking away.

The cute chipmunk girl grinned at me, then turned toward the small collection of people still watching us. She proceeded to introduce each person and their role on the team. We went to each of the three pods and repeated the introductions. A couple of people asked where I was from, and one person wanted to know what school I was graduating from. I answered with the truth, mostly, although I left off the part about having quit school.

After the introductions with the team, Rose showed me a couple of the smaller conference rooms along the opposite wall, which had gaming consoles tucked under the large monitors. She explained that some of the engineers liked playing games during lunch or after work. Not really my thing, but neat.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation as we headed to the next point of interest.

"I like your name," Rose stated.

"Oh, thanks!" I replied as we walked.

"Greek goddess of the night, right?" she continued.

I stopped and looked at her, genuinely impressed and surprised.

"Yeah, that's right! Almost no one ever makes the connection," I complimented.

"I was a real mythology geek in high school," she giggled.

We walked a few more steps, and Rose indicated a door on our right.

"This is a unisex bathroom and shower. Some employees bike to work or do workouts on the equipment downstairs that I'll show you in a bit. This makes that reasonable without annoying your coworkers with your funk." She smiled at her own quip and opened the door.

She was just going to show it to me, but I stepped past her into what would be considered an opulently large bathroom for one person. The wall to the left was mostly covered by a bank of lockers, only a couple of which had locks. To the right was a sink with a mirror and, a little further down, a toilet. Just past the toilet was a wall that partitioned off a spacious one-person shower. An assortment of towels hung outside the shower, looking like several people had just left their personal ones. Nothing said 'family' like a bathroom strewn with dirty towels.

Rose seemed perplexed with my desire to see the inside of the room, but stepped in with me and let the door close behind us. She just rocked on her feet as I examined the place in more detail.

Soon, the silence got to her and she spoke up.

"So, is Nyx your real name?"

"Ha, no," I answered, turning away from peeking into the still-damp shower. "My real name is Angel, but I'm going to have it legally changed as soon as I can."

Rose got a sheepish grin.

"An angel and goddess. That seems appropriate," she giggled nervously, her eyes connecting with mine briefly before darting away.

I could have just acknowledged the compliment, at least I thought it was a compliment, and moved on, but something in her body language and voice told me I should draw her out a bit.

"Oh, yeah? Why is that appropriate?" I prodded.

Her eyes widened, not expecting me to pursue that line.

"B.. because... you're so pretty," her cheeks reddened. The poor thing looked like she had just admitted to some deep, dark secret that she was ashamed of. She looked away again, unable to maintain eye contact. "It... it was j.. just a joke." She looked back up, her nervous smile returning.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked as I stepped closer, but didn't wait for an answer. "I think you're pretty too."

Rose rolled her eyes and smirked, thinking I was teasing her.

"Really," I insisted.

I closed the distance again and put my hands on her hips, spinning her to face the mirror. Rose squeaked softly, but didn't resist. Looking over her shoulder at the image reflected there, I pressed softly against her back.

"Look at that beautiful face," I urged. She got a mischievous look and stared at me in the mirror. "The other beautiful face." I winked.

Her look softened and shifted to her own image. She didn't seem convinced. In fact, her previously exuberant mood darkened slightly.

"I don't see it," she admitted in a whisper.

"Can I prove it to you?"

"Prove it? How are...?"

My lips touched her neck and cut off her sentence. Rose held her breath, her brows furrowing, and watched as I moved a millimeter and kissed again. She took a halting breath and put her hands out to steady herself against the vanity. My lips parted, allowing the tip of my tongue to have access and, in response, Rose trembled against me.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

When my teeth grazed her skin, Rose's eyes closed briefly. Then, suddenly, she was pulling away and turning to face me, her rear pressed back against the vanity, blocking any further escape.

"Oh, my god, what are you doing? We can't..."

I stepped forward, trapping her, and placed a finger on her lips. Being shorter than me, her head tilted back to look up.

"Shh," I shushed.

Fear and desire warred behind her eyes, giving me the time to lean in slowly and deliberately. Our lips pressed together with my finger between us.

Then my finger was gone, and her apprehension melted. The smaller woman's eyes closed, and the tension in her shoulders released. I was gentle, expressing my attraction with every tiny movement. Her teeth parted, inviting me in, but not taking the initiative. Accepting the invitation, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, finding hers waiting there to return my caresses.

My fingers traced up her hips to her waist, where her T-shirt left the barest sliver of her midriff exposed. They touched her bare skin, causing the girl to tense slightly before relaxing again. I moved up another inch, a couple of fingers under her shirt, and stopped. There was no need to rush.

Every touch can be erogenous if done right, if matched to the woman's desires. Every muscle twitch, breath, and sound Rose made taught me about her needs.

My hands were like feathers against her sides and around her back. Shifting slightly to the side, I slid my leg between hers and insinuated my thigh against her crotch. Her pelvis immediately responded by moving subtly against me. Yes, she wanted more.

"Just take her," Miriam's voice in my head again. That was Miriam's answer to everything: take control, don't trust anyone but yourself, and leave them begging for more. That attitude had protected me for years since we met. "She wants you to. You can feel it."

I broke the kiss and let my lips trail down her jaw to her neck. Her head tilted to the side, giving me better access, and a soft moan escaped as I rewarded her. The girl's whole upper body arched back over the sink, pressing her ample chest against mine. Whether she consciously knew it or not, Rose was offering herself to me, but this was not the right time.

My lips slipped down to her sexy little earlobe and sucked it in. Her breath caught, and she shivered when I nibbled. I released it with a final slow lick and whispered.

"You're going to be at my apartment tonight," I began.

"W.. what?" Rose replied, surprised and needing a moment to process. "I... I have to..." she stammered.

"My roommate is going to be out," I continued, ignoring whatever excuse she was trying to voice. "And I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are." I let my voice go huskier. "I'm going to make sure you feel it - deep... deep down. As many times as it takes for you to believe it."

"O.. oh, god," the smaller woman groaned, her hips moving harder and faster against my leg.

I stepped back just enough to break contact, leaving Rose disappointed and confused.

"W.. why'd you stop?" she asked, heat burning in her eyes.

"Oh, sweetie, you deserve more than a quickie in a company bathroom." I was pretty proud of myself for thinking up that line off the cuff.

The truth was that I wanted her thinking about me for the rest of the day. I wanted her to wonder how good it could be and let that desire build.

Reaching into the pocket of her jeans where I knew her phone was, I fished it out and held it up facing her.

"Unlock your phone for me," I ordered.

I watched her face to see how she would react to me telling her what to do. Her bottom lip twitched, and she placed her thumb on the screen without hesitation.

"Good girl," I vocalized my thought. Fuck! That just slipped out.

Too fast, Nyx, back off, I chastised myself, but I couldn't let her see that. Instead, I focused on punching in my number to her phone and sending myself a text. I started to pull out my own device when I looked at her face. Rose had my lipstick smeared around her previously bare lips and some more down her neck.

"Don't move." Another command, but a simple one. Get her used to taking orders.

I grinned and stepped away just long enough to grab a few pieces of toilet paper. Back in front of the shorter woman and looking down at her cherub-like face, I used my fingers to gently spread my lipstick over her lips evenly. It was almost as sensual as the kiss that left it there. I used the paper to wipe off the rest of the evidence of our interlude.

Stepping back a little further, I aimed my phone at her as I brought up the new contact screen. Rose started to straighten, but I gave her the reproachful raised eyebrows stare.

"I said, don't move," I reminded.

The woman leaned back again, stretching her shirt over her breasts once more. Her cheeks flushed a little, and she took a halting breath. I smiled. Oh yes, Rose was going to be fun. I pointed the camera in her direction and gave her one more command.

"Now seduce me."

There was a moment of fear in the girl's eyes as she processed my request, then she licked her lips and bit one corner of her bottom lip. Her brows raised in the center, and she gave me a fantastic 'fuck me' look.

SNAP.

I took the picture that would be her avatar on my phone. My contact list was full of such images, some much more revealing than others. They were a source of pride, along with a dose of guilt.

"Mmm, very hot," I complimented.

"Really?"

I turned the screen to face her. Rose examined the picture and sucked in her lips trying to hide a grin but giggled a moment later. Even if for just that moment, she saw the sexy woman that I saw. The brightness in her eyes when she looked up at me put a warmth in my chest.

"We should probably finish the tour, don't you think?" I suggested.

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Twenty minutes later, Rose slowed her pace as we approached the HR office.

"This is HR," she said reluctantly, indicating a door a couple of yards ahead of us.

She fidgeted, unsure how to proceed but clearly wanting to say something. I pulled out my phone and texted her Claire's address. Rose pulled out her phone when it buzzed and smiled when she saw the message.

"Seven o'clock," I told her. It wasn't a suggestion.

Rose blushed and nodded before rushing forward again through the door.

I spent the rest of the day filling out electronic forms and taking online training. All this for an internship that paid almost nothing.

At least there was a break for lunch. Rose came back and invited me to join the team at some nearby food trucks. Of the group, I was still the youngest, but not by a lot. They all seemed really nice. I got more than my share of attention from the guys, but they were all polite and, even though I had no interest, it was cute watching them try to be suave while also trying to just appear friendly to their friends. Rose acted as my guide and stuck close, giving me a bit of a buffer that I appreciated.

After lunch, it was back to mind-numbing trainings. I didn't see Claire all day until I was released from training jail very late in the day.

I found my own way back to the team area and found Claire at one of the desks at the edge of the center pod. She looked intense and tired. I didn't notice until I was close that she was wearing wireless earbuds and talking to someone on her laptop. Out of view of the camera, she held up a finger to keep me from approaching, never moving her eyes from the device. Claire listened, nodding at whatever was being discussed and finally spoke up.

"Absolutely," she agreed with the unknown person or persons on her screen. "I will look into this and we will do everything we can to make this right." Another pause and a solemn nod. "Of course. Thank you."

With that, her mouse moved, and Claire closed her eyes. She took a deep breath before opening them up, removing her earbuds, and looking back up at me.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"I was going to complain about all the required training, but - it looks like I had a better day than you."

"Probably," Claire conceded and stood up. About half of the people were already gone, but several coworkers were still well within earshot. "I think it's time to go home. Why don't we walk out together, and we can talk?"

"Sure," I said. Then, in a softer voice that only Claire could hear, "Besides, you have a date to get ready for."

My aunt's eyes flew open wide.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot about that!" she exclaimed, her mood immediately brightening.

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After making sure that no one saw us getting into the same car, Claire and I drove the relatively short distance to her apartment. It seemed like about a mile and a half, which made me consider jogging it in the mornings and making use of that shower. That would also relieve the issue of the two of us always arriving together.

I did not mention that Rose would be coming over while Claire was out on her date. With any luck, Claire and Tawny would hit it off and end up back at Tawny's place. That was, if Aunt Claire could relax and come to grips with her own sexual needs. I felt that just being open enough to go on a date with another woman was a big first step.

By 6:30, she had replaced her slacks with the loose black miniskirt and put on heeled sandals. Her perpetually wavy brown hair had a small braid coming from each temple and meeting in the back to form a single braid that trailed with the rest of her hair down to her shoulder blades. I had convinced her that she didn't need much makeup and had helped her put on some light eye shadow and subtle lip gloss. With the vest accentuating her breasts and waist, she looked scrumptious, and I hoped Tawny would eat her up.

When Claire finally exited the apartment, my mind turned immediately to my own guest who should be arriving within minutes. I looked around the place to make sure there weren't any indications of who my 'roommate' was, but found nothing. There were some family pictures on the walls, even one of me, well, Angel, but none had Aunt Claire in them. Perfect.

I took off the business-like dress and replaced it with a knee-length pleather skirt and a black corset. Finally, I put on a pair of knee-high black steeleto boots. I hadn't brought much fetish wear with me, but this little ensemble could still pass outside of the bedroom, so it made sense to have it available.

As I was zipping up the second boot, there was a quiet tapping on the door. If I hadn't been in the living room, I wouldn't have heard it.

When I opened the door, Rose just stood there, her mouth open, looking me up and down. She had put on a tight peach-colored dress that looked like something you would wear to a nightclub, along with matching stilettoes. I wondered what she was expecting. Judging by the look on her face, it did not match up with what she was looking at.

I let her gawk for a few more seconds before addressing her.

"Hi, Rose," I said with a hint of seduction. Her eyes rose, reluctantly, back to my face.

"H.. hi," she squeeked.

It looked like she might be thinking of bolting, then I saw a hint of her nipples make themselves known through her dress. As tight as the dress was, there was no way she was wearing a bra. I smiled, feeling like the proverbial spider luring the fly into my web.

"Come on in," I said, stepping back and leaving a path.

She stepped through and past me, her hands clasped and pressed to her belly, massaging each other. Rose looked around as she slowly walked past the kitchen peninsula and into the living room.

"Th... this is a nice place for downtown," she said, turning back to me, her hands still fidgeting.

"It's not mine," I admitted. "I'm staying with... a friend until I can get my own place."

I approached the shorter woman, slowly moving into her personal space. To her credit, she didn't retreat, but she visibly trembled. I hoped it was adrenaline rather than fear. Her cute, round face continued to look up at me as my hands took hold of her waist.

"Are you okay?" I asked

"Y.. yes," she answered haltingly, her hands coming up to wrap around my forearms. She pulled gently, urging me closer.

I let her press herself against me as I encompassed her midsection in my embrace.

"I just," she began, but paused, taking a deep breath. "I just wasn't expecting..."

When she didn't finish her sentence, I prodded.

"Weren't expecting what?"

"Y.. you," was all she said.

Lifting onto her tiptoes, Rose brought her lips to mine and pressed them home. No movement, no probing tongue, just contact and warmth. It lasted several seconds until the girl lowered back down, still gazing deeply into my eyes.

"Now that you have me alone in your apartment, what are you going to do with me?" Rose cocked her head to the side and gave me a sexy, innocent temptress look.

There was a little vixen in there after all. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.

"I'm going to show you what a sensual, beautiful woman like you deserves but has never gotten." My voice was husky and confident. At the same time, my arms uncurled from around her, rising up to entwine my fingers with hers. "Tonight is all about you, Rose. Don't try to reciprocate, alright?" I pulled her arms from my biceps, moved them to her side, and put her palms against her thighs. "Just let me lead and you'll be my whole world for the next few hours."

"Hours?" Rose whimpered, her eyes opening a little wider.

"Or until you say the safeword," I added.

"What's the safeword?"

"I'm not going to tell you," I winked.

Rose started to laugh then sucked in her lips to seal it in, but the corners of her mouth still curved up and her eyes twinkled.

"Do you think you can do that? Let go and let me take over?" I asked.

Her nipples were already as hard as rocks. I could tell because I could feel them through my corset just below my own breasts.

Rose's lips parted like she was going to speak, but then just nodded. I smiled down at her and curled my fingers around hers, balling them into fists that had a good handful of her dress clasped within. I twisted my torso side to side, knowing that the ribs of my bodice would flick her hard nubs in unison. The smaller woman's mouth opened wider and her eyes half closed as her breathing paused.

"That's my girl," I whispered.

Leaning down, I gave her a quick peck on the lips before stepping back and releasing her hands.

"Take your dress off," I gently ordered.

Rose started to pull it off quickly, but I reached out and grabbed her wrists, putting her hands and the garment back where it was.

"Slowly. You're so sexy, Rose. Own it," I coached.

Several emotions flashed across her face at once, settling into a sultry stare that made my heart beat a little faster. Rose began to move side to side like a wave was rolling through her body. One hand began to lift, showing her bare hip with a thin strap of white hugging its upper curve. Suddenly, that hand went back down, and the other made the same peeking motion. This time, however, it stayed up as the other rose again to reveal all of her shapely legs, hips, and lace panties.

She turned slowly around while continuing to move like a flag in a gentle breeze. The panties were thongs, leaving a nicely proportioned rear dancing in front of me. I licked my lips and resisted the urge to reach out and grab it.

The dress rose higher, letting me see the cutest sacral dimples just before Rose crossed her arms and turned back toward me. The garment had reached her breasts, which were getting lifted as she continued to pull upward. They bounced free as the dress reached its limit, Rose stretching upward to get the thing over her head.

Oh, my word!

The peach material was flung toward the couch as Rose's beaming face came back into view. Her body almost stilled as she hugged herself. After that erotic display, she reverted back to the shy girl at the door, looking up at me with her eyes while keeping her head straight.

"Was that okay?"

I raised one eyebrow and chuckled.

"Fuck, girl! I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to wear these panties again," I exclaimed. It might have been an exaggeration, but I was most certainly making a stain in my underwear.

Her smile grew, and I stepped up to her once more. Both of my hands went to a breast and captured a stiff nipple between knuckles.

"Nnnnnggg," the shorter woman moaned, hands going to her side with palms facing the floor. "Ooohhhh," she breathed as my fingers began to scissor her nubs between them.

I watched her face as it contorted with the sensation. Those looks were so erotic on her. I would be seeing a lot more of those tonight, I knew. Rose's head tilted back, and I took the opportunity to capture her lips, too. My tongue pushed past her teeth to lay claim to her mouth. Caressing her tongue with mine, I countered every movement she made, forcing Rose to keep her tongue still while I had my way with it. Her hands came to my hips to steady herself.

Letting go of her breast in my left hand, my fingers trailed up her collarbone to cradle the back of her neck. I pressed forward, making Rose step back until a wall blocked any further retreat.

We continued to kiss for several more seconds before I pulled back. Rose was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were nice and rosy. I suspected mine were the same. Releasing her neck, my hand moved around to take hold of her chin. I just held it for a few moments, letting her feel my touch and that I was in control. Then I turned her head to the side, giving me an unobstructed path to her vulnerable neck. She whimpered softly, but there was no resistance.

I leaned in slowly until my open mouth came into contact with her smooth skin. I could feel her pulse racing. Both of my hands let go and went to the side of her torso; I wanted all of her attention focused on my lips.

I was slow and sensual, not kissing her neck, making love to it. I took my time. After five minutes, her body was trembling beneath my touch, and her thighs couldn't seem to stay still.

Kissing lower, I began to leave a wet trail down Rose's chest. The pillowy feel of her breast came up to greet me as she took a deep breath. I gently nibbled above her areola.

One of her hands came up, urging me lower, but I took hold of it and held it against the wall while I continued to tease all around her nipple. She tried to shift her body to get the hard little point into my mouth, but I moved with her. Finally, I gave the nipple a single quick flick and then stopped. The girl pouted and gave an exasperated whimper. I smiled and gently blew across her damp, sensitive erogenous zone.

Looking up again, I opened my mouth wide and, excruciatingly slowly, lowered to encircle her nipple. Still, I kept my tongue back. Just as Rose was about to whine, I sucked in hard and pressed her nipple between my tongue and my upper pallet. She gasped and jerked like I had given her an electric jolt.

I sucked with varying pressure letting her breast elongate, the sensitive tip sliding across my tongue and against the roof of my mouth over and over. Rose's free hand slammed flat against the wall as she let out a series of moans coinciding with my rhythm. A couple of seconds later, the hand was between her legs, rubbing against the thin lace.

I grabbed that hand and pressed it against the wall, as well. For my own comfort, I gripped both her wrists and moved their position so that Rose's elbows bent and her palms faced out, one on each side of her shoulders.

"I decide when you cum," I announced, pausing my sucking. The statement was gentle, not accusatory or angry. "But I promise it will be worth it. Okay?"

Rose nodded.

"Say it, Rose," I said, lifting my head to her level.

"Y.. you decide," she started, then hesitated.

"Decide what?"

"You decide... when I cum," she finished.

To reward her, I quickly went to her other breast and sucked it in hard, repeating the same treatment as the previous. Again, she jerked with the sudden sensation and began to moan.

After a couple of minutes, I released her wrists and, as expected, she held them where they were, like I was still pinning them there. With a popping sound, I let her breast escape my suction only to be immediately held from underneath. From below, I held an ample breast in each hand. With a little manipulation, I forced them into a position where the nipples almost touched. In a practiced motion, I encompassed both of them in my mouth at the same time. This move was only good on women with large enough breasts, and I wasn't sure until just that moment if it was going to work on Rose or not.

My tongue flicked both nipples simultaneously, molars coming down just enough to squeeze without causing any pain. Rose squealed and stomped a foot, her head tilting back further.

"Oh, my god... oh, my god," Rose muttered and practically vibrated. She was on the verge and just needed a tiny push.

My right hand let go of her breast and came to rest flat against her abs. Moving swiftly, it slid under the waistband of her panties. The girl was soaked. I could feel the wetness as much on the back of my hand as on my fingers. Her clit was easily located, poking out of its hood just begging to be stroked.

I stroked.

A little quake shot through her body from my fingers. A moment of calm followed as her moans rose in pitch, then she spasmed. Once, twice. It seemed like every time I touched her button, her body jerked.

Rose started to go lower, sliding down the wall as her legs slowly lost their rigidity. I released my suction hold on her nipples but continued to massage her clit as I followed her descent to the floor. She still hadn't moved her arms, apparently afraid I would stop if she did.

Her climax was waning, so I gave her sex a gentle pat and knelt in front of her, smiling. Rose's eyes were only half open, but she smiled back at me. Tiny tremors continued through her for another few seconds as her breathing came back to normal and she tentatively let her hands fall to her breasts. She lifted and looked at them like she was expecting them to be disfigured or something.

"I've never... felt anything... like that," she managed between breaths.

One corner of my mouth raised knowingly.

"That's just the beginning," I assured her, standing up and offering her my hand.

Rose bit her lip and reached up, accepting it.