Blind date with a CEO

Chelsea got out of the cab and got ready to enter the luxurious bar. She couldn't deny that she was a little nervous, it was her first date with Fred, the guy she met on one of the most recent apps. Unlike the rest of the dating apps, the user's profile is incognito, so she is literally on a blind date.

She goes to the bar, orders a gin and tonic, it's her drink of choice, not to mention that it allows her to get out of his shyness a bit. Sh looks at his watch a couple of times.

"Should I write him?" She mutters under her breath. She opens his bag to extract her cell phone, and as is often the case, she can't find it, "For Gods sake, where di I leave my cell phone?. -She puts his finger to his forehead, tapping lightly as she repeats, "Think Chel, think. -suddenly she remembers that he must have left it on the marble counter in the kitchen- "It had to be there. All for leaving in a hurry to arrive on time and he doesn't arrive. I have no choice but to wait for him. But how will I know it's him? He never told me how I would be dressed, of course I didn't either".

She will wait only twenty minutes, if he has not arrived in that period she will leave. While she keeps to her soliloquy, she decides to go to the dressing table and touch up her makeup, she wants to look perfect, she wants to dazzle her man. It's been more than a year since she had her last conquest, and she wants to look as normal as the rest of her friends.

"Excuse me, the ladies' room?" she asks the bartender, and he points down the hallway. She stands up, makes a gesture with her hand that she will soon be back.

As she touching up her makeup, she sees that a couple of minutes have passed, so she returns to the bar, sits down, and keeps moving her leg impatiently; Among the few lights that illuminate the place, she distinguishes the silhouette of a man.

"Will it be him?" She watches him pull out his cell phone and call a couple of times. She assumes that yes, it must be him who is trying to call her. She sits down, orders another drink, and looks at him-"Five minutes and I walk over. Just that".

Meanwhile, the man also perceives the insistence with which the girl at the bar looks at him.

"Pretty baby." He murmurs- "If you don't show up at that door in five minutes, Larissa Hamilton, you're going to regret it because I'm not going to stay tonight without having a good time."

Suddenly, he sees the beautiful girl approaching the table. She looks at him as if expecting him to react in the same way as she does, showing interest.

"Fred?" She asks with some hesitation. If he was her blind date, she'd nailed it this time, that man was perfect.

"Yes! Yes, sit down." He gets up, takes the chair, and she sits down.

As she tries to calm her nervousness, he moistens his lips and thinks about devouring that candy with paper and all.

"I saw you were calling me. Sorry, I left my phone forgotten on the counter at home.

"Yes, I was about to leave," he discreetly pulls out his phone and turns it off while thinking "sorry dear, your substitute has arrived"

"Well, tell me, how have you been?" Last night I couldn't connect to chat because I was a bit busy doing some resumes to look for a job.

"I missed not seeing you on social media," he adds with extreme mischief. He can see her blush. "What do you want to drink?" He asks.

"I don't know, I have already drunk a pair of gin and tonics," he raises both eyebrows in surprise at her answer.

"You're ahead of me, but how about we toast with Champagne, it's a unique occasion, don't you think?"

"Sure, no problem."

He calls the innkeeper, who upon seeing him greets him with confidence, just as he goes to call him by name he gestures to him to stop it.

"Welcome to you and your companion tonight.

"Champagne to toast with my dear..." He pauses and she steps forward to answer:

"Chelsea." Forgot my name? She asks, a little puzzled.

"Not at all. It's just that I'm a little unfocused, you know the work.

"You told me you were a graphic designer, didn't you?"

"Yes, exactly. Believe it or not, it requires a lot of creativity, that's why I usually look for an idea, an insight in everything I see, to develop it later," he winks, Chelsea blushes, she never imagined that Fred was so uninhibited and sexy, "and you told me that..."

-I just graduated as a Technician in Business Administration.

"Why don't we leave our chats for later?" I would like to know a little more about this Chelsea. She nods.

"Yes, of course.

The innkeeper comes over and uncorks the bottle, she is surprised to see this; never before did she think that she would be the VIP protagonist of such a famous scene from the romantic movies that she usually watches in his apartment. The astonishment on her face is not lost on Steve.

"For tonight you start in the best company". Cheisea blushes again. "To you and for our date!" She raises her glass and they toast, she sipping the frothy drink.

Once again she surprises to the expert in seducing women Steve Bullock, the prestigious CEO of the Bullock & Company owned by his father Hugh Bullock, the Traden Coin tycoon magnate. For a man like Steve, it's amazing to see a girl be amazed by things that are simple and very common to him. He is used to dating women of the world, uninhibited like his current partner Larissa Hamilton, the blogger of the moment.

"Would you like something to eat?", he ask.

"No, you don't have to. I've already had dinner.

"Then another toast", pour the second glass of champagne for her, who for the second time, takes it in one gulp.

The conversation becomes pleasant and funny, especially for Chelsea, who can't stop laughing about everything. Soon midnight arrives and Steve reminds him to arrive early for the partner meeting.

"I think we should go!"

"Sure," agrees her, who also has an interview early in the morning at what may be her new job as an assistant at a prestigious local company.

As he gets up to greet the bar manager, Chelsea tries to stand up, but she's very dizzy. She tries to hide when she sees the handsome man, go to where she is. He offers her his arm and she latches herself to him as if she never wants to let go.

Steve realizes what's going on with that girl, she's drunk; he guessed that would happen from the moment he saw her drink in one sip the four glasses of Champagne she drank in just minutes. Although that is a point in his favor for a playboy like him, for some strange reason he feels tenderness towards her.

They get in the luxury car, she remembers one of the hot conversations she had with Fred, she laughs mischievously.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing". She replies. Steve looks at her and smiles, but without him expecting it, she leans over to him, grabs him by the neck, and kisses him passionately.

As their lips kiss together, he thinks about how hot that girl is, and the tenderness towards her disappears in a matter of milliseconds and now he just wants to possess her.

"Let's go somewhere else," he proposes, but in her mind she only cycles the conversation between her and Fred about how much fun it would be to do it in a car in the moonlight.

"Let yourself go," she hisses.

"Do you want to do it here?" He asks, poking between her legs. She arches her back and shudders at the touch of his phallic fingers. They can stop us. And believe me, the last thing I want is to sleep in a cell.

Chelsea reacts at that moment. Was it going too fast? She feels a little embarrassed, turns to her seat and fixes her dress. She tries to breathe, while Steve narrows his eyes to see her, not understanding what she's thinking.

"Excuse me, I think I went too far. It must have been the champagne".

"Don't worry, if there's one thing that fascinates me, it's the impetus with which you handle yourself. "Let's go to a more intimate place." He smiles.

Even if Chelsea wants to give up, her body burns, burns with pleasure and desire; her vagina is a 250° C oven, much more so when out of the corner of her eye she sees Steve rubbing his index finger and thumb with the viscous liquid of her vaginal fluids and then sniffing it like a wolf in heat.

As Steve drives, Chelsea smiles, assessing how successful their date would be this time around. She had researched the three basic steps to consider a successful date: the first was to get a date; the second, to have a spectacular time and fuck; and the third, which indicated whether it had been perfect, the message or the call the next day. For now, everything was going smoothly!

Chelsea's previous dates had been a fraud, all because of her mania for believing in love and especially in the cliché phrases "Never go to bed on your first date", "Men don't marry easy women", "Hold on, the one who loves you, waits for you", unusual phrases in reality. She had believed them all, and worse, she had implemented them all, they were her war flag.

But that night in reality, she was willing to let go of her prejudices and beliefs and surrender to what she really felt. Sex, sex, screamed in his head every thought.

When the car stopped, he got out and turned to the other side to open the door for her. "Thank God," she thought. At least he could hold on to him and not fall when she got out, everything in his sight had movement, even the concrete column on the side of the car.

Steve offered her his hand, she held on and managed to get out of the car. They walked to the elevator, again she ventured to kiss him, and this time he didn't hesitate to make her moist even more. He was in their territory and could afford some liberties. So he turned her back to him, pulling her to the back wall and caressing his strong but soft thighs, her face glued to the mirror, which fogged up after Chelsea's heavy breathing.

Steve rubbed his pelvis against the girl's buttocks, she could feel his hardness, his penis about to pierce the linen pants he was wearing. It only stopped when the elevator stopped. He took her hand and they walked out, luckily Steve's luxurious bachelor pad was a couple of feet away. He took the bunch of keys out of his pocket and desperately managed to fit the right one. He opened the door, they entered, like two hungry wolves kissed, she could feel the warmth of their hands lighting up every place they passed, their tongues and lips intertwined in a bloody struggle to take control of the situation; their breathing heavily, their heart rate racing, and their sexes wet, agitated, curious, and eager to get to know each other.

Steve slid his lips and tongue down her neck, down to her chest, his hands helped him pull out of the cleavage the pair of breasts that like buds were eager to feel the wetness of his tongue. He licked, bite, and sucked on each of her nipples. She moaned and frantically moved her hips as if showing him the way forward. She caressed his broad back, went down the curve and rested her hands on the bottom where her two hills begin. Her hands, his, ventured to the inside of her thighs, to the warm, moist place from which emanates the exquisite fluids that seem to have him with his mouth watering. With his fingers he rummaged through its folds, looked for his cartilage and rubbed it hard enough, it was hard and swollen enough, he continued with his fingers towards the cleft of her sex that like a suction cup opened and closed, latent, throbbing. He checked her wetness and warmth, she was burning like chocolate water, at boiling point.

This caused Steve to become excessively aroused and uncontrollable. He began to undress quickly, while Chelsea contemplated his perfect anatomy. "God, he's perfect" she thought, he noticed her visual curiosity and put on his best show as an exhibitionist until he showed the hardness, firmness and thickness of his erect phallus in 3D.

She was tempted to do it, she walked over to him and caressed him, she could feel how his veins seemed to inject even more fluids, but Steve needed to be inside her, he took off her dress to feel her skin completely, he bent down to remove his panties and feel that smell directly from her syrupy sex, he opened its folds with his fingers and laid his tongue in circular motions. She let out a deep moan as she received that caress.

"Ahhhhh! She looked at him as if to say without speaking, "It's there"; And he smiled.

He poked for a minute between her folds and her slit, got up and pressed her against the wall, holding one of her thighs revealing her swollen and much wetter vertical lips. He prepared her bullfighting onslaught and struck his penis with a firm movement inside the uterine cavity of her unknown lover, when he felt her softness and the internal fire that was released, his pelvic movements were not long in coming, his penis fit perfectly, tight, soft, that girl seemed to have little sexual and volcanic activity.

Indeed it was. Chelsea had been with her ex, Rusbel, her first boyfriend and only great love of her life, three times; for her; to the sexy college boy, Chelsea was just the bet he hoped to win as always. Three months of courtship and little love.

For her, that experience was unique and incredible. The sounds of their skins clashing, the sound of their sexes contained in each other, added to the accelerated heartbeat, the ragged breathing, gasps and moans completed the perfect piece of music for this pair of unknown lovers. Steve enjoyed her to the fullest, he didn't want to get out of her, but the narrowness of her cavity drove him crazy and forced him to on the next move. So he instinctively took out his phallus and sprinkled his mound.

Chelsea felt that her legs were shaking, she had to hold on to the small bureau and sit down on the sofa as best she could. Steve meanwhile went to the bathroom to take a shower. She was lost in thought, floating on a cloud, wondering if she had done that. And yes, I had done it and enjoyed it to the fullest.

As best she could, she took the dress that was resting on the carpet and wiped her belly. Steve got out of the shower wrapped in the towel, helped her to her feet. Chelsea felt the wetness in her body burning.

"Go take a shower, we're not done yet," he whispered in her ear, and a shiver ran through her. She nodded and went to the shower.

Under the warm water, his body boiled again, wanting more of that exquisite experience. She came out of the bathroom, covered herself with the towel that was barely enough to cover half of her body. The bath had helped her minimize the daze of liquor she had taken.

Steve was anxiously waiting for her, when she saw him, he grabbed her by the waist, threw her on the bed, spread her legs holding her knees and dived between her cliffs to taste her sex completely, Chelsea raised her hips, causing more friction of her lips, her tongue, her nose and her chin. His vagina contracts, she wants more, and Steve wants it too. He can feel her urge so without hesitation, he re-penetrates her again and again and again.

For the rest of the night, they did it once more. The bodies fell exhausted and slept soundly, to the point that when they realized it, it was already dawn. Chelsea woke up distraught, she had fallen asleep, her interview would be in half an hour. As best she could, she got dressed, touched Steve's shoulder to wake him up.

"Fred, wake up," but he just moved to settle on his stomach. "Shit, I'm going to be late."

She left the room, grabbed her bag, put on her heels, and hurried out of the room, hopefully if she could change and take a cab to get to the scheduled time for her interview.

Luckily for her, Chelsea was able to find a quick taxi and get home just in time just to change her clothes, hair and makeup, she would have to do it inside the car, but, she didn't count on the traffic being impossible, she was about ten minutes late to the main offices of Bullock & Company. But, once again, luck was on his side and the CEO hadn't made it to the facility. Just as he was talking to a girl from human resources, none other than Hugh Bullock himself arrived.

"Mr. Bullock, this girl has come to interview for the vacant position of administrative assistant, but your son hasn't arrived yet.

"What do you mean my son hasn't arrived?" It's inconceivable that at thirty he still wants to make a living like a crazy rich kid, he has to grow up once and for all," the HR girl clears her throat to get Mr. Bullock's attention, "excuse me, miss, I'm not up for my son's headaches at this age, sometimes I forget that I shouldn't grumble in front of people, Old men's stuff, come on, come with me, I'll do the interview myself.

Hugh Bullock was a man of fifty-seven already, even though he inherited his father's businesses, he always remained humble and money never denied him the vision of kindness; It was always a representative trait of his, unlike his arrogant son. As soon as she heard his words, Chelsea became nervous, it was one thing to be interviewed but, quite another was for the owner of the company to be the interviewer; Likewise, she was a very skilled and incredibly gifted girl, she had been the top of her class and graduated with honors, with her resume it was practically impossible to be denied the position

She had been working since graduating in a small business for two years, it was time to expand and no place was better to do it than at Bullock & Company, so she was there. Not fifteen minutes had passed, and Mr. Bullock had made up his mind that she would fill the vacant place. If she could, Chelsea would have left her office bouncing and screaming at the same time, but she had to behave.

"Welcome to our company, Miss Smith, it will be a pleasure for us to have you here.

"The pleasure is mine Mr. Bullock, thank you very much for your attention, just one more thing, when would you start working?"

"Well, if you've come prepared, this is your office right now," he said, stopping in front of a large room with incredible lighting, "so you can get organized, review the files that are pending, the contracts, it's a very large company and, therefore, you'll have a lot to do, but take it easy until you get going."

Chelsea was sleepy dead and not to mention the body tiredness she had due to the night that had passed, but she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by for nothing. She felt that this was her lucky day, even though she had arrived late, no one noticed, the interview couldn't have gone better and she already had her job secured, the job of her dreams "What could go wrong?", she thought.

"For me, perfect, I'm always prepared.

"Well, in good time, I must now retire, with your permission," Bullock said before go out, leaving Chelsea in the quiet of her office.

A couple of hours passed in which she had enough time to organize the place a bit, then she would have to bring some of her things to give it a personal touch. She sat in her seat behind her bureau and allowed herself a few minutes to feel important and proud of herself, what she had just accomplished had a lot of merit. Just as he was thinking of reviewing the pending contracts, there was a knock on his door.

"Go ahead," he announced, to admit a boy in a delivery man's uniform carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. "Oh, no! You must be wrong, I've just started here".

"Are you Chelsea Smith?" He asked, looking at the data he had written down on his mobile phone.

"Yes, it's me," she replied, completely confused.

"Then I'm not wrong, these are for you," he said, as he walked over and put them on her desk and then left.

She took the huge bouquet in her hands, it was so big that it weighed. It wasn't a conventional bouquet of roses, it was full of lilacs, lilies, gladiolus, it was beautiful indeed and had an incredible smell but, she had no idea who could have sent them to her, no one knew that she would be there, she didn't even know it, it was all unexpected. Without further ado, she took the card and opened it, she needed to get rid of the doubt, her surprise was huge when she read it:

"Dear Chelsea,

I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to our appointment yesterday, I don't want you to think it was my choice not to show up, I had a medical emergency, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle, I was so eager to meet you that I couldn't even see where I stepped. I remembered that today was a great day for you and I sent these, if all went well, you will have received the flowers and my apologies. Love,

Fred."

Chelsea's heart began to beat very quickly, under other circumstances she would have been overflowing with happiness upon reading this note, but, now she was panicking. If Fred hadn't been able to make it the night before to his appointment, who the fuck took his place? Who had she slept with? She spent the whole night with a complete stranger, someone she didn't know at all, she had sex with him, repeatedly without knowing who he was.

"Oh my God! What did I do last night? What mess have I gotten myself into?" those words are all she can think of, she repeats them over and over to herself as if it will give her the answer she is looking for. That couldn't be happening to her, not to her, she has always been very careful in her decisions, she is the typical girl who thinks twice before doing it to avoid mistakes, but of course, the fever between her legs should have clouded her judgment. If she had paid more attention to the small details that wouldn't have happened to her, the more she starts to think about it in his head, the more she realizes it.

When that boy went to ask her for a drink he hesitated before saying his name, he didn't know and she gave it to him too quickly; then, he didn't seem to remember what he had studied when over the chat he had talked thousands of times about that topic with the real Fred and, last but not least, he suggested that they not talk about the same topics in the chat anymore, it was the smartest way to prevent him from finding out.

That guy had been a scoundrel! It had taken away her right to decide who to sleep with, who to go to bed with, her right over herself, and now she was feeling dirty. She needed to find him, she needed to know who this imposter was and accuse him, put an end to him.

Just as if the universe had been listening to his thoughts, something happened that caught his attention.

"Mr. Bullock, we already have our new worker, your father just hired her," she began to listen to the conversation and wiped away the tears of rage that ran down her cheeks, no matter what had happened, she was in the company and had to behave like a professional.

"My father?" He asked, a little surprised, "I was supposed to choose the candidate for the position of assistant in executive administration.

"Well, yes, but your father didn't like that you weren't here, so he did it himself.

"As usual," he muttered, then snorted in protest, "well, introduce me to her. Chelsea heard the footsteps get closer until they arrived, while she pretended to be very engrossed in her contracts.

"Mr. Bullock, this is Chelsea Smith".

That was his entrance, so she looked up to find in front of his eyes none other than the impostors he had been cursing so much just a few seconds ago. The game had just begun...