You Are My Girl

This guy is everywhere; it is bad enough he is stuck in my head, now he shows up at my work too. Not that I am complaining, but I am not quite ready for him to see me naked just yet.

“Baby girl, what are you doing up there?”

“I am working, Jackson.”

“Not anymore.”

“What do you mean, not anymore?”

“My girl is not a stripper.”

“What did I tell you about me being your girl?”

“I can call you my woman then?”

“No, not happening.”

“My lady then?”

“Definitely not happening.”

“Baby girl then?”

“It makes you sound like a perv.”

“You sure are going to make a man work for it.”

“You bet ya; I am not an easy girl.”

“Goddamn, this is making me horny.”

“Jackson!”

“What?”

“Just now, you turn me on.”

“That is the whole point.”

“Not happening.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Use your hand.”

I better change this subject before we find ourselves naked in one of the lap dance booths.

“Jackson, you do know you have just gotten me fired.”

“I know.”

“Now what? This is the only thing that paid the bills.”

“You are my girl; I look after you.”

“I should not even bother arguing with you anymore.”

“I always get what I want.”

“Okay, I am your girl.”

“You serious now?”

I am probably going to regret this later. He is fucking hot, and he has just made me raging horny. I want him; he thinks he is making me his, well I am making him mine.

“Yes, I am your girl.”

Then one of the men sitting on his left turns to speak to Jackson, “Boss, she sure is some sweet piece of ass.”

“Drake, do you like your face?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Then shut your fucking mouth.”

“Sorry, boss.”

Jackson slowly rises from his seat and speaks to another one of his men with dark brown hair; he seems to be rather serious, “Anthony, get the car, we leaving.”

“But what about the girls, boss?”

“Anthony, don't let me ask twice.”

“Yes, boss.”

I shake my head as I watch this scene playoff in front of me. I know that I should probably, but I still do, “Dammit Jackson, you sure have got these guys shit scared of you.”

“You have no idea who I am, baby girl.”

“And you are going to tell me?”

“In time.”

“No secrets and no other girls. Do you understand?”

“Fuck, you are making me horny again.”

“Can you not keep it in your pants?”

“Not when you around.”

I go gather the little of my belongings that I have here and meet up with Jackson and the boys outside.

“Come, baby girl; we are leaving.”

“Where to now?”

“We are going to the club.”

“Can I not go home to change, at least?”

“Where do you stay?”

After about twenty questions about where I am staying, what I wear, what I eat, what car I drive, and even the size of my shoe, bra, and panties, he gets to his point.

“Matthew.”

“Yes, boss?”

“Move my baby girl to the place on 7th.”

“What?” Did my ears just deceive me? I am sure that I did not hear him properly. “What did you say, Jackson.”

“You are moving.”

“Just like that?”

"Yes.”

“Do you ever ask before you make decisions?”

“No.”

“If I tell you, I want to fuck you now, what do you do?”

“Throw all these assholes out of the car.”

From the front, I hear the nervous, pleading voice of Anthony, “But boss, it is raining.”

With nothing but a cheeky smile, I say, “Don't worry, Ant; I am just messing with him.”

“Boss, I like this girl,” Matthew adds.

“Me too, Matthew,” Jackson returns.

Then the shy one between them all makes a cheeky remark, “She has already got you whipped.”

“Drake, you really do not like your face.”

“Sorry, boss.”

We get to the club, and Jackson leads me by the hand to his office.

“Down boy, it is not happening so soon.”

“Yes, baby girl, I know I must use my hand.”

“You got it.”

“As much as I love to, I am just bringing you to change.”

“Change in what? Some overalls?”

“I feel insulted; I have got taste.”

He opens a closet with some clothes hanging and hands me a dress.

“Why would you have women's clothing, or should I not even ask?”

“I am always prepared.”

“Is that going to be your answer?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“I will let this one slide.”

“Now get out.”

“Why?”

“I want to change.”

“And I am watching.”

“I am still watching.”

“For fuck sakes, you more difficult than me.”

This is going to make me horny having to change in front of him. I am going to make him pay for it; I am doing it as slow and as seductively as I can, and I am picking the shortest dress in here that I can find. I am in charge, not him.

“Baby girl, stop doing that.”

“Doing what, Jackson?”

“That thing with your hips.”

“This thing?”

“Damn girl, I am going to grab you and fuck you so hard.”

“You wanted to watch.”

“And you are teasing me now.”

“You don't have a problem if I take my panties off?”

“You are keeping them on.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I don't feel like wearing any.”

“And I don't feel like breaking every asshole in the club's jaw.”

“You very violent, Jackson.”

“I just know what is mine, you in that thing you are calling a dress, is mine.”

Every time he says that I belong to him, it drives my body wild.

“You know what, Jackson?”

“No, but I am sure you are going to tell me.”

“I have known you for two days, you have gotten me fired, you are making me move, you trashed my car, and you are claiming that I belong to you.”

“And your problem is?”

“You have not touched me once.”

“I respect your body.”

“Well, can you disrespect my body for five minutes and kiss me?”

He needs no further urging.

His lips crash against mine, and we are kissing like crazy. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb, and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before.

He pushes me backward into the wall, I feel him, all of him, pressed against me, I feel his c*ck throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.

I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him, taste him. He feels amazing. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter; I want him closer and closer to me.

“Baby girl.”

“Yes?”

“If we don't stop now, you going to end up on that desk.”