Be a Good Girl

2. Damien

2

DAMIEN

I arrive at La Bernadin at 8:25 and find Alice sitting by herself at a table waiting for me. She’s wearing a gorgeous blue dress that somehow says I’m powerful and I’m sexy at the same time. I watch her through the window as checks her phone, growing angrier by the second.

She’s antsy. She’s upset with me. She shouldn’t be waiting this long for a date, and she knows it. But for some reason, she’s waiting for me.

Megan, the hostess, comes right up to me as I step through the door. “Damien, how are you, dear? I saw you reserved a table, but it seems somehow we’re all full–”

“Oh, don’t worry.” I smile, pointing over at Alice. “That’s mine right there.”

She turns and sees Alice, and her expression shifts completely. Her lips purse, and her eyes narrow as she shoots daggers at my date for the evening. Megan has had a thing for me since we first met months ago–a thing that’s never been reciprocated. “Well then, right this way.”

Just seeing Alice from this distance across the dining room has my body coming alive for her. My testosterone levels are rising like I’ve just been shot up with steroids, and my cock is growing hard beneath my pants–so hard it’s getting uncomfortable just to walk to our table.

So she’s seven years older than I am. So what? Her face is the epitome of beauty, and her body itself could be a meal served here. Not that I’d let anyone else have the tiniest taste. I don’t even like having to share her looks with the other men here who can lay their eyes on her like the piece of art she is.

She spots me as I approach and tugs down on the hem of her dress, unintentionally accentuating the curves of her hips, a move that instantly causes my balls to go tight and sends thoughts of breeding her racing through my mind.

The way she shifts in her chair causes her breasts to sway in her dress, but I can tell she’s not doing it purposefully–not like these young bimbos running around Manhattan, going to clubs, doing anything they can to get themselves attention. No, Alice isn’t that type of woman. In fact, I get the distinct impression she has no idea what kind of effect she’s having on me right now.

“Here you are, sir,” Megan says, her voice flat as she pulls my chair out for me.

“Thank you–”

“Oh, you decided to show up?” Alice cuts me off. Megan glances at me and makes herself scarce. “Almost a half hour isn’t late enough for you to keep me waiting?”

I laugh. She’s even more adorable when she’s angry. She’s also breathing heavily now, causing her ample breasts to swell up and down as she glares at me from her seat.

“You stuck around, though, didn’t you?” I ask. That really pisses her off, and her anger flashes through her eyes. “I thought you said you weren’t going to show up at all.”

She purses her lips at me as I don’t wait for her response but simply take my seat in front of her. Not only did she show up, but she also put on a beautiful dress, did her hair and makeup, and is wearing some kind of perfume–just a hint, not enough to be overpowering or obnoxious.

But she’s also nervous. Alice Dupont is nervous. I bet this is the first real date she’s been on in months, if not longer. All those powerful men she’s surrounded with daily–those filthy rich businessmen with Ivy League diplomas, high-powered attorneys, CEOs of other companies she does business with–yet it’s me, a New York City courier, she chose to come out with tonight.

And why?

Because I didn’t ask. Because I told her she was coming with me. Alice Dupont is a woman who is tired of being in charge. A woman who is sick of holding the reins. I saw it written all over her face back in her office when I moved in on her and she did nothing about it. She would have let me press my lips against hers back then, and I was barely able to restrain myself from doing so, but I had to. I couldn’t give her what she wanted then.

No. Alice needs to be controlled by a real man. A man who can give her what she really wants. A man who can expose her to a world beyond the one she exists in every day. And then, if she listens and obeys the way she should, then she’ll be rewarded with a kiss…and more.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here…” Alice says, almost to herself. “I have an early call to Hong Kong tomorrow that I need to be up for.”

I smile. “Come on, Alice. We both know why you’re here.” She looks up at me, crossing her legs in a self-soothing motion. “The monotony of your work has grown tiring. You need something more to satisfy you.”

Alice purses her lips, licking her teeth from the inside. “And that’s you?” she asks, eyeing me up and down. “God, you look young. You’re not still in college, are you?”

That one gets me cracking up. I shake my head. “God, no. I’m twenty-eight, Alice.”

“Twenty-eight?” She sighs. “I’m a cradle-robber!”

“Don’t worry,” I reply, placing my hand on hers. Her skin is so soft, her hand so warm. “Hagmaxxing is a totally acceptable thing now, Alice.”

Her jaw drops, and her face twists in a combination of disgust and interest. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Hagmaxxing,” I repeat. “You know, it’s like the opposite of the whole sugar-daddy thing.”

“You are not getting my money, Damien.”

“Whoa,” I reply, holding out my hands. “Slow down, girl. That’s moving way too fast. You’re thinking about marriage already? This is only our first date.”

Alice is glaring at me when Megan returns with our waters. “Have you had a chance to look over the menu?”

“Oh, no I haven’t–”

“We’re set to order,” I interrupt. Alice looks up at me, eyes intent. “We’ll both do the chef’s tasting menu with the wine pairing.”

Megan smiles. It’s barely there. I notice it, and Alice does too.

“Well, that was easy,” she says. “I’ll get that started for you.”

Alice looks absolutely shocked, her mouth wide, aghast at my brazen behavior. “That was incredibly rude!”

“Oh, hush, you,” I tell her. “You liked it.”

Her jaw somehow drops even lower, forcing me to fantasize about what it would be like to slide my rock-hard erection right in there and let it glide across her shining pink tongue. I wonder how good it feels compared to that pussy she’s got hiding beneath that fancy blue dress she’s wearing.

“And you’re a mind-reader, I suppose?”

“You need a man in your life to take the reins,” I tell her, staring into her eyes. Someone to make some decisions for you, considering how many you make on a daily basis.”

She’s fighting hard not to let her lustful desperation show across her face, but she’s failing. Everything I’m saying is landing. She knows it’s true. She just doesn’t want to express it. Being the business woman she is has taught her to keep her feelings hidden, bottled up, so they can’t be used against her. That’s a habit of hers I’m going to have to break.

“I’ve never met someone so aggressive in my life. And I’ve been around some aggressive men,” she says. I can hear the faint quiver in her voice, just like I heard back in her office when she thought I was going to kiss her. “You’re so–so presumptuous!”

Just then, I catch two guys at another table eyeing Alice in the most obvious way possible. They’re leering like a couple of frat boys, which doesn’t surprise me, given the sleazy suits they’re wearing. One of them even points at her, then whispers something to his friend, who cracks up like we’re in a bar down in Williamsburg.

Rage swells up inside me, and just like that, I snap.

“Excuse me a moment,” I say to Alice as I rise from our table.

I stride quickly across the dining room straight to the table with the two leering men and lean down nice and close to keep our conversation private. “Hey, boys. Fix your eyes somewhere else, or I’ll drag you both out into the street and beat you senseless. Understand?”

They’re both stunned for a moment, then look over at Patrick, one of the waiters, who simply shrugs and turns away.

“That’s right, you won’t get any help from the staff here,” I assure them. “Now have some class or face the consequences. Your choice.”

And with that, I turn my back on them and walk back to my table. Alice is giving me a funny look, glances back at the two guys, and then back at me. She points. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing.” I smile. “Just a couple of old clients of mine.”

My infatuation with Alice only grows when the meal arrives. Watching her lips close around the first course, a piece of Hamachi sashimi, is hypnotizing. Blood pumps into my cock, growing me harder and harder beneath the table. And watching her throat move as she sips wine only makes me think about her swallowing my ejaculate when it’s time to give it to her.

The meal is seven courses with a dessert, and with each course, I can see cracks slowly beginning to form in Alice’s shell. Every minute that goes by, she’s giving in to me, letting go of her “Alice Dupont the CEO” persona, and becoming simply “Alice.”

She’s no longer carrying herself as she was when I arrived–sitting upright like we’re in the middle of a board meeting. She’s leaning forward, showing me her very ample cleavage, crossing her legs and shifting from side to side occasionally–drawing my attention to her feminine curves. I’m sure all of this is subconscious, but it shows that my plan is working.

When Megan brings us the check, I also catch her shoot Megan a protective glance, as though staking her territory over me. Before Megan can leave the table, Alice leans in and asks me, “So? What next?”

Her implication is clear: She’s waiting for me to invite me back to my place. Megan gives her a glance and looks to me. I quickly hand her my card. “Put your normal tip on there, sweetheart.”

Alice’s eyes nearly pop out of her skull. She glares at me, but I’m already pulling out my phone and getting to my feet.

“Listen, I’ve got to run,” I tell her. I take my card from Megan and slip it back into my wallet. Alice sits up straight, looking flabbergasted.

“What?” she gasps. “That–that’s it?”

“Well I don’t want to keep you up late either.” I smile. “I know you’ve got that early Hong Kong call tomorrow. Good luck with that; we should do this again. I’ll let you know.”

And with that, I squeeze her warm, soft, silky hand and stride out of the restaurant, leaving her where I found her: sitting at our table alone.