His Valentine Treat Page 5

  Charles stands up as he sees me approaching the table. He doesn’t shake my hand. He kisses it.

  “Good to see you, Robin,” he says.

  “And you, Mr. Milton,” I reply.

  The host pulls my chair out, and I sit down. Charles retakes his seat.

  “Please, call me Charles,” he says with a smile.

  The host has faded away from the table.

  “Should we order and then talk business?” Charles says.

  I nod, although I am suddenly nervous, and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to eat anything. I choose a goat’s cheese and California date salad, something light that I can hopefully swallow, and a glass of sparkling water. Charles, who clearly isn’t nervous about this, orders a black truffle pizza and a glass of merlot.

  When the waiter leaves, Charles grins at me.

  “I have to take advantage of being out from underneath the wife’s watchful eye. She’s got me on one of those keto diets. Do you have any idea how many of life’s luxuries you miss out on when you can’t eat carbs?”

  I laugh.

  “Oh, I can imagine. What’s life even about without bread and pasta?”

  “Precisely,” he says.

  We make small talk while we wait for our order. When it comes, it looks so good I find my appetite is back with a vengeance, and I kind of wish I’d ordered something different. One bite though and I’m sold. It’s delicious.

  “So, let’s talk business,” Charles says. “I’m going to cut to the chase here. I like you, Robin.”

  Oh, here we go. Now here comes the “suck my cock and the job’s yours” speech.

  “I really want to work alongside you. I’ve seen your work. It’s clever, and it sells. I’m not interested in playing some sort of game where you have to jump through hoops to know that this is going to happen.”

  Okay, I was wrong. It seems that I’m the judgmental dick in this conversation. I go to thank him but he’s not finished yet.

  “I ask one thing in return. I’m not playing games and I would like you to do me the same courtesy. I don’t work with agencies. I work with one person. Of course, I realize you’ll need a team behind you. What I mean is if I sign on with you, it will be for an obscene amount of money, and I don’t expect to call you to find out you can’t fit me into your schedule because you’re busy on other projects. Can you promise me that?”

  I open my mouth to assure him that’s the case and then I close it again. I like Charles. I initially misjudged him and then I did it again, but he’s a genuine guy. And I owe him the same courtesy.

  “I’d like to say yes, but you’ve put your cards on the table, so here’s mine. I’d have to call my boss and confirm I can hand over a couple of big projects to other team members.”

  “Okay,” he says.

  He looks at me expectantly.

  “Oh. You want an answer right now?” I say. “I thought you’d want to go through my proposal first.”

  He shakes his head.

  “If I knew about advertising and brand messages, I wouldn’t need you, Robin. I trust your judgment. I don’t need to hear all the details. If you can promise me that one thing, I’m willing to sign on with you right now. Obviously, we’ll talk budgets and things later, but as far as I’m concerned, you just do your thing and I’ll leave you to it.”

  “Then please excuse me while I go and make the call,” I say with a smile.

  Charles stands as I do. I walk through the restaurant and across reception. I debate going up to my room, but it’ll be quicker to step out into the street and I don’t want to keep Charles waiting. He could change his mind if he thinks I’m playing him.

  I step into the street and get my cell phone out. I go through my contacts and call Colin.

  “What did you fuck up?” he says as he takes my call.

  “Well, that’s charming, isn’t it?” I reply.

  “People only ever call me from conferences when they’ve fucked up. Please tell me you haven’t scared Charles Milton away.”

  “Quite the opposite. He’s willing to sign on with me right now. But there’s a catch. That’s why I’m calling you.”

  “Go on,” Colin says, clearly more interested now.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m going to land Vera Wang and Jacobson Accounting as well.”

  I hear Colin suck in a breath.

  “Charles is a straight shooter, Colin, and I don’t want to jerk him around. His condition is that I’m basically exclusive to him. If he calls, I jump kind of thing. I can do that and still take on the other two. But I’ll have to dump all of my other projects off on other execs.”

  “That’s it?” he says.

  “Yeah,” I reply.

  “God, Robin, I thought it was going to be some huge condition. The other execs would kill for some of your accounts. Consider it done.”

  He says something else, but I miss it as a vibration pulses through me. Oh my God. The panties. I had actually managed to forget about them. Denton has sure reminded me about them now though. I suck in a breath.

  “Sorry, what was that? You broke up there,” I lie.

  “I said keep Nike until you’re sure the other two are going to come through. If they do, you can pass that on too.”

  “Perfect. Thanks, Colin,” I say. “I have to go. Charles is waiting for my answer.”

  “Go get him, Robin. This is fucking awesome.” Colin laughs and then hangs up the phone.

  I slip my cell phone into my purse and head back inside, trying and failing to ignore the gentle vibrations that ripple through my clit. My pussy is wet, and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Maybe I should have had a glass of wine so Charles thinks that’s why I’m flushed.

  I return to our table and tell Charles that I can meet his terms.

  “Excellent.” He smiles.

  He shakes my hand and the deal is done. I’ve landed the whale. He tells me a bit more about the company as we finish our lunch. Once again I’m glad I chose something light as I can barely chew and swallow as the vibrations in my panties pulse through me. I’m relieved Charles is doing most of the talking as I’m sure my voice would come out shaky and give me away.

  We finish lunch and chat for a while longer and then Charles asks for the bill. When it arrives, he reaches for it.

  “Let me get that. I can put it on the company account,” I say.

  “Nonsense,” he replies. “Lunch is on me. Bring the paperwork to my office next Tuesday and we’ll spend the day planning. That work for you?”

  “Of course,” I reply.

  “Just testing.” He winks.

  He takes care of the lunch bill and we head back to the lobby. Charles says his goodbyes and heads out into the street. I finally let myself relax. He’s not going back into the conference. I don’t have any competition.

  I stand grinning to myself. I debate going back to my room and calling the conference done and going home, but our lunch ran long and it’s already after four. By the time I call Colin and have him arrange a car to take me home and it gets here, it’ll be about nine. It doesn’t seem worth it. Denton will be asleep by the time I get home. I could still call this part done and go back to my room though.

  As I debate it, the vibration in my panties intensifies, sending a delicious feeling through my clit and up into my stomach, and I decide to go into the conference after all. This is a real turn-on and I quite like the voyeuristic feel to it. And if it gets to be too much, I can always leave when I want to.

  I head back to the conference room just in time for another lecture. This one seems much more interesting. It’s about the use of CGI in advertising, something I’ve been playing with a bit recently.

  I take a seat toward the back of the room again although it’s not the back row. I’m hoping to be far enough back to not end up with seat neighbors who might want to talk to me, but I still want to be close enough to hear the talk. As I sit down, the vibrations intensify as the chair pushes the panties tighter again
st me, and I gasp a little. I turn the noise into a cough when someone a couple of rows down turns back to look at me. She turns back to the front and I grin to myself. This could be fun.

  My first thought on seeing the Penthouse Suite of the Beverly Wilshire was that Robin would love it. It wasn’t like a hotel room. It was homely. It had a large lounge and dining area, a balcony, a massive bathroom, and two bedrooms, both with en suite shower rooms. The only problem with that was if I had my way, she wouldn’t see any of it. All she would be seeing was the inside of the master bedroom and the giant four-poster bed.

  I waited for the concierge to take my bag through to the master bedroom, an unnecessary service. I hadn’t wanted to waste time arguing with him at reception though in case Robin spotted me there. I handed the porter a twenty-dollar bill and thanked him.

  I went through to the master bedroom. It was every bit as good as it had looked the last time I was there. I sat down on the edge of the bed and grinned to myself. I pulled the remote control for Robin’s panties out of my pocket and flicked the device to on. I smiled to myself when the blue light flickered. I set it on the gentlest speed. I didn’t want her having too much fun without me.

  I quickly unpacked my bag and then I grabbed my cell phone, my room key card, and the device and made my way out of the room. I had come up with this part of my plan on the drive over here. I wanted to tease Robin, to push her to the edge and then send her tumbling over it in a room full of people. But I wanted to watch how she reacted. It would be super hard for her to orgasm quietly, and I really wanted to see her do it. It would be such a turn-on to watch her without her even knowing I was there. And to know I was pleasuring her in a room full of strangers would be even better.

  I was a little worried she would spot me, but I figured I could hang around on the periphery of the room and keep my back to her. She would never suspect I was there, so it’s not like she would be looking for me.

  I couldn’t believe my luck when I went to the suite of rooms reserved for the conference. Everything was coming together. I knew I looked the part of someone going to a conference, but I also knew there was still a chance I’d be asked for some credentials before I walked in and of course my name wouldn’t be on the list. A quick check would show I was legit and I’d be allowed in, but it would increase my chances of being caught by Robin.

  The host who is guarding the corridor is one of the hosts that knows me by name and I know he won’t question me. He will assume I am here for the conference because I am looking for advertising, just like I was when I first met Robin.

  I nod to the host as I pass him and he returns the gesture without question. I peer through the small windows in the doors as I make my way along the corridor. Then my second stroke of luck falls. Most of the attendees of the conference are all in one room, sitting down for a lecture. I smile to myself and slip in. I stand at the back of the room and look around. I spot Robin straight away. She is sitting toward the back of the room but not right at the back. I duck into the very last row and slide down so I am low in my seat. The lights in the room are dimmed, ready for the presentation, and I don’t think she will recognize me even if she turns around.

  I take out the control and clutch it in my hand. I press the button to turn the vibrations up. I watch Robin intently. I see her shoulders move as she sucks in a deep breath. My cock is hardening just watching her breathing speed up. I know she’s really feeling it now. I wait a moment, letting her enjoy the still fairly gentle sensation.

  The lights go further down and a big screen lights up. A man appears on it and begins talking about CGI graphics or some shit. I barely pay him any mind. Robin is looking straight ahead of her, focused on the screen. I turn the dial up again and I hear her intake of breath from here. A couple of people in the rows in front of her turn back to look at her as she lets her breath out in a moan. She brings her hand up to her face, turning the moan into a cough.

  My cock fights to free itself from my pants as I imagine Robin flushing with desire and embarrassment. I picture her face twisting in pleasure as she tries to control her breathing. I turn the speed up again and she makes a loud ahh sound. More heads turn to her, and this time, she fakes a sneeze. The people here are going to think she’s contagious at this rate.

  I watch as Robin squirms in her seat, trying to put her weight on the armrest so the chair isn’t pressing the panties against her so much. I have a feeling this will be one conference neither of us will forget.

  Oh my God, the feeling that is flooding me is so intense, so brutal, so utterly fucking delicious that I think I might just pass out on the spot. I am a giant fucking nerve ending and the sensation within me is only intensifying.

  The speed of the panties is just at the place where it is driving me nuts but not pushing me over the edge. It’s holding me in a state of repressed pleasure and intense longing. It’s torture and it’s paradise in one strange feeling.

  It doesn’t matter how I sit—I can’t make it any more comfortable. I’ve tried tilting my body to the side and pressing down on the armrest with my elbow to try and lift my weight off the panties. That didn’t work. They’re plastered to me like a second skin where I am so wet. I’ve tried pressing myself tighter against the seat but that just meant I felt the vibration on a deeper level. I am so tempted to shove my hand down my panties and finish the job and just hope no one notices.

  I know I can’t do that though. There’s a line, and that’s very much over it. I just know I have to make it stop until I can get out of here without anyone spotting me acting weird. The noises I’ve not been able to hold in so far I’ve managed to turn into coughs and sneezes, but it’s getting ridiculous now. I’ve completely lost track of what the lecture is all about, and I guess I’ll have to spend a few hours researching CGI techniques in my own time. Ideally, before my team starts asking me about it when I go back to work.

  I’ll take tomorrow off like Colin said and get my own payback on Denton for this exquisite torture, and then I’ll take some time over the weekend to brush up on this stuff. I thought focusing on something other than my pussy might help to stop me from feeling quite so overcome, but it doesn’t work. I am still a quivering wreck.

  I try pressing my knees and my thighs together, but that only intensifies the vibrations and sets my full lips tingling and makes pulses of the feeling move through my thighs. I open my legs again, not too wide, but enough so that my lips are slightly parted.

  There. That’s not too bad. It eases the pressure a little. I can still feel the vibrations and they are a tickling, teasing feeling, but I can handle that. I still can’t focus on the lecture, but I’m in control of myself and I’m not about to have a screaming orgasm in the room. I sit with my back ramrod straight, making sure not to move even a tiny bit as movement makes the panties rub on me as well as vibrate, which only heightens the sensation.

  Suddenly the vibration stops. I dare to breathe in a full breath. I am relieved and deeply disappointed too. I am glad the sensation has stopped and I can think straight again, but I am so frustrated and I realize I was getting off on the secrecy of my own pleasure like this.

  I shouldn’t have worried. After no more than twenty seconds have passed, the vibrating starts up again, and this time, it’s going full throttle. It’s like being massaged down there by a hundred fingers, all of which are hitting the exact right spot with the exact right amount of pressure. And they’re jiggling.

  I can feel the blood rushing to my face and I fan myself with my hand as my body heats up. My heart is pounding and I am barely daring to breathe in case I make a noise. My hair is hanging across my face and I am sweaty all over. The sensation has me right on the edge, and I know I’m only a minute or two from climaxing.

  I have to get out of here. I stand up abruptly and start to move along the row of chairs. I move slower than I’d ideally like to, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

  It doesn’t work. My cell phone goes off loudly and every head in t
he room turns to look at me. I feel like I’m back in high school: on display and as awkward as fuck.

  “Sorry,” I say, wincing.

  My voice comes out breathy and low. I press read to shut off the noise. The text is from Denton.

  “Don’t you dare leave the conference until you’ve come.”

  I look around me. He’s here, watching me. I don’t see him in the sea of heads in front of me, and I was the last straggler to come in, so he’s not behind me.

  Of course he’s not here, you idiot, I tell myself. He knows you. He knows how far he can push you. So he knows good and well you’re on the brink now. And he knows you’ll think about leaving.

  Well, I’ll stay. I’ll follow his command, and I’ll come right here. The thought turns me on even more and as the vibrations course through me, my orgasm hits. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite down on the side of it to keep myself from crying out. My head lolls back. I can’t help it. It’s hard enough to keep quiet without having to not move too. I hold myself as still as I can as agonizing, torturous ecstasy floods through me. I feel my body shudder involuntarily as the orgasm sweeps me away with it.

  And then just like that, it’s over. The vibrations stop as I come back down to earth from my climax. I suck in air through my nostrils, trying to get my breathing under control and still not make a sound. I swallow hard.

  I sit and stare at the screen in front of me, not seeing or hearing any of it as I grin to myself. Holy shit, I’ve just had an orgasm in a room full of people. And not one of them know about it.

  Watching Robin come in public was fucking awesome, to say the least. Her shoulders were squared, her body rigid except for her head, which fell back, her long hair tumbling down her back in waves. I knew then she was about to come hard.