The Diamond Club by Patricia Harkins-Bradley Read Free Book Online Page B

patient, as it turns out.
    We met at the Diamond Club around 3:30 (she must have left early), and I looked over her business plan.
    It was almost a direct competitor to FullyDateable, but with more emphasis on social media - you could even integrate it with Hooter and see your hoots from the site.
    “You know, I think I know someone that might be interested in this kind of thing, but I’d rather talk to him from home. Come over and I’ll see if he can meet us or do a conference call,” I said.
    She smiled shyly.
    Frankly, it had been a long day and I needed to relax, so after directing her to the couch, I wasted no time.
    “You know, you’re very pretty,” I said. She blushed.
    I put my hand on her leg. “I don’t think he’ll be ready to take a call until around 5:00, so why don’t we do something fun?” I said.
    I began running my hand across her body, up to her chest, down her side to her leg. She looked both confused and very turned on.
    “O… OK” She said.
    I brushed her hair out of her faced and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and then the neck. As the kissing grew more intense she began breathing harder. I took off her shirt and pushed her into a laying position. With one swift motion I unclasped her bra.
    She began to breath deeper and harder.
    I gently ran my thumbs around her nipples, slowly, methodically. They were quickly hard. I gently kissed her lips again, and worked down to her nipples, slowly running my tongue over Sarah’s hard, pink nipples. As her eyes had been closed for a while at this point - she enjoyed the attention - I reached under the cushion and grabbed my pair of handcuffs. She didn’t seem to expect it, but it only turned her on more. She began to lightly rub up against my leg, and it seemed she was done with being teased.
    I ran my hand down, and began rubbing her lightly through her panties. Apparently she was even more turned on than I would have expected. I continued to play with her nipples as I worked off her jean shorts. Taking them off, along with her panties, I put a single finger in - teasing her a little. I was really getting turned on with how exciting she was getting, and how beautiful she was. I was so busy I hadn’t really had a chance to take a good luck.
    She was slim, but her breasts were that perfect size, and her hips were almost as impressive. Somewhat disturbingly, she reminded me of myself at that age.
    I began going faster with one finger before inserting two. She began thrusting more with her pelvis towards my fingers. She was definitely liking it. I began gently licking her clit. She moaned quietly. continuing to use my fingers with a bit of a twisting motion and pushing up - that’s how I had always liked it, although I’d never had a woman do it - I kind of wondered if that made it any different.
    I slowly picked up speed as what seemed to be her climax approached. I had forgotten how much more work it was to get a woman off. It took what seemed like both an eternity and a moment until she finally climaxed, becoming a bit wetter and looking exhausted. She smiled.
    I guessed I’d have to call my personal angel for her after all.

On the Trail
    My fingers had just touched the warm, bronze door handle of the Diamond Club when I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my coat. I pulled the door open, hoping it was just a text, but no such luck. I plunged my hand into my pocket to silence it and glanced at the screen. It was work, of course.
    “What?”
    “You need to come back, there’s someone here to see you.”
    “I told you to clear my afternoon, I’m on my way home.”
    “Well turn around, you won’t believe who this is.”
    My thumb and forefinger found their way to my brow.
    “So you want me to ask? Just spit it out”
    I could hear the pitch of my assistant’s voice climb to a squeak, “It’s John Samson, from the news!”
    “Who?”
    Then it hit me. God I hope I’m not on speaker, “The senator?”
    “Yes! He says he’s in