Sex Sells Ch. 03
This third installment of the Sex Sells series takes a different turn. Hope you enjoy it. For maximum enjoyment, please be sure to read chapters 1 and 2 beforehand. And don't forget to comment! –Petitmort
Denise's eyes fluttered as she awoke from a long night's sleep. The morning sun streamed through the large picture window next to the bed where she lay, caressing her face like an attentive lover. She raised herself onto her elbow and gazed outside -- and beheld one of the prettiest views she had ever seen.
An expansive lake, with dark blue water as far as the eye could see, lay placid in the still morning air. The rising sun cast a golden glow on a small patch of water lilies and several trees lining the shore, an eclectic mix of oaks and palms. An open-air boathouse seemed to float magically on the water.
For a moment, she completely forgot where she was.
She looked around the room. She was lying in a king-size bed, curled under a billowy white comforter. A piano sat at the far side of the room, facing the picture window. She was in Jared's house and this was his bed.
And she was buck naked.
She recalled the events of the previous night. The long drive to find Jerod's house. Having dinner together. Flirting. Leading him upstairs to his bedroom. Undressing him. Stripping for him. Kissing him for the first time. Then, wild, orgasmic sex. All this, with a handsome older man who just happened to be her boss.
She felt a flush of embarrassment in her face.
It wasn't that she found him unattractive. He was anything but. He reminded her of that actor -- Mahershala Ali -- if he was about twenty years older. Smooth. Sincere. Sexy. And it certainly wasn't because she disliked him -- he had been wonderful to her. Both kind and generous. A real gentleman.
No, it was the whole boss thing.
She had lost her last job working as a stripper at one of Dallas' top gentlemen's clubs because of her boss and sex. In
that
case, it was because she
wouldn't
have sex with her boss that things went south. In
this
case, she had gotten off to such a great start -- she had made a good impression and was making really good money. Then she ends up sleeping with him. Sure, the sex had been great -- fantastic in fact. But mixing sex and work. Never a good idea.
She gazed out the window. The lake, all but invisible last night, was now presenting itself in all its glory. And it was pretty damn glorious. Birds were flying overhead, a small sailboat bobbed just offshore, the wide open vista -- it sure beat the view in the trailer park.
Denise had never been to Banff, Canada or Lake Tahoe, California or any of those other lakes she'd heard about, so she didn't know how Lake Weatherford, Texas compared. Truth be told, she hadn't been much of anywhere outside of Texas in her entire twenty-two years. She grew up on food stamps and welfare so adventure travel wasn't exactly an option.
To her, lying in bed and taking in the lakeview from a third-floor window was pretty damn sweet. She felt like she was at a resort.
Looking out the window, she noticed something moving in the water. She could see someone swimming towards the shore in front of the house. She watched the figure move steadily through the water, using a strong, freestyle stroke. When he got to the boathouse, she watched him climbed up out of the water on a wooden ladder. It was Jerod. He was wearing black swim trunks and his body looked toned and muscled. The water seemed to sparkle on his dark skin.
Denise watched him grab a towel and walk across the lawn to an outdoor shower. He turned on the water, and after a few moments, stepped inside, shutting a swinging half-door. She watched him as he pulled down his swim trunks and hung them over the top of the door. She thought about what he must look like, naked in the shower, his long cock swinging between his legs. She remembered how she felt when she first lowered herself onto him. She imagined being in the shower with him right now. Her heart began to pound.
She kept watching him as he shampooed his nappy salt-and-pepper hair. When he was done, he turned off the water, reached for the towel, and dried off in the shower. Then, he opened the shower door and stepped out wearing the towel cinched around his waist. He grabbed his swimsuit and walked purposefully towards the house.
Denise ducked down so he wouldn't see her watching him. She hesitated for a moment and then quickly hopped out of bed, collecting her clothes which were folded neatly atop the piano bench. Jerod must have folded them for her, she thought.
She peered out the bedroom door and into the stairway. The coast was clear. Naked, she tiptoed down a flight and scampered down the hall and into her room, shutting the door quietly.
Several minutes later, she was casually descending the stairway to the first floor wearing a t-shirt, running shorts, and some running shoes.
She found Jerod in the kitchen making breakfast. He had changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Good morning," he said in a friendly voice.
"Good morning," she answered.
She didn't know whether she should hug him, or maybe give him a kiss. Instead, she just sat on a chair at the breakfast table.
"How'd you sleep? Okay?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I slept great," she said. "And then waking up to that view. Wow."
"Yeah, that's the best view in the house. From the bed."
"That's convenient," she said, not sure what she meant by it exactly -- it just came out.
He glanced at her again, to read her mood. She just smiled.
"I'm making a little breakfast. Some toast, fresh fruit, coffee. Sound good?" Jerod asked.
"That sounds great," she said. "I'm gonna take a little run first. Just to get some exercise, see the surrounding area."
She grimaced inside. Why do I sound so frickin' weird?
"Oh okay," he said. "There's a trail if you go out that way along the shore. It's really pretty and it takes you out to the point where you can see the whole coastline."
She stood up.
"OK, that's what I'll do then. Just ... get the lay of the land. And some exercise."
"OK," he smiled, "See you in a bit."
She backed out of the room awkwardly.
Soon, Denise was jogging and shaking her head.
"Why am I such a nerd?" she thought to herself. She decided she would have to have a talk with Jerod to make things less ...
awkward
. She just wasn't sure how exactly to talk about it.
She mulled over what she might say. One option was saying: "this was all a mistake; we'll just pretend it never happened." She'd taken that route with guys before. But she didn't feel that way with Jerod. She didn't want to forget it.
Or they could set some rules and boundaries around their "relationship". They could be boss and employee during the day and romantic and sexual at night. They could try to compartmentalize and see how it goes. That didn't sound very workable to her the more she thought about it.
She decided just to run and clear her mind. Maybe something would come to her later.
The trail was indeed pretty and it gave her a great view of the coastline. There were several homes lining the shore, nice ones, with a good amount of space between them. She found Jerod's three-story house and the boathouse. It looked like it had a lot of space between it and the other houses.
She made a U-turn and started heading back. She didn't want to be away too long seeing how Jerod had made breakfast and all. When she arrived, he was sitting out on the deck.
"There's a plate on the counter for you," he said. "Help yourself to some coffee and join me."
Denise found a plate carefully arranged with sliced fruit covered by plastic wrap. She poured herself some coffee and joined him on the deck.
"This is one of my favorite times of the day," Jerod said. "Before the sun gets too high. See how still the water is?"
"I noticed that," Denise said. "It's so pretty. I saw two big white birds with yellow feet."
"Great egrets," he said. "There's a whole flock of 'em up that way. They nest in those tall trees. It's fun to watch 'em."
Denise took a sip of coffee, peering out to the lake.
"Listen, Jerod," she said, "sorry if I seemed a little weird this morning. I was just feeling a bit awkward. After last night ... I didn't know how to act."
Jerod looked at her and smiled.
"You don't need to act," he said simply. "Just be."
She thought about this. It sounded right, but it wasn't that easy.
