Part 1 - Clive
From the moment I set eyes on Ian's girlfriend, I knew I would sodomize her. I simply
knew
it. It wasn't just that I wanted to—I certainly did—but I also understood her inner submissiveness and saw that I could lure her in, make her ache, make her beg.
She and Ian shared the same happy-go-lucky naiveté. I would even say they made a cute pair. Too cute, really and perhaps I envied them for it. Perhaps I resented them for it— their youthful love. Ian's girlfriend had that eye-catching rosy glow to her skin in her face, in her arms and legs. I adored her freckles. Absolutely adored them. They covered her entire body and seemed to clustered and darken in places—the sun's doing, I'm sure. Even when I first met her I could see there was immense feeling in her large brown eyes. She was curvy but quite fit— especially her legs, with an appetizing, firm ass. Her face and cheeks still seemed to retain attractive traces of baby fat and had a sanguine blush to them. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail that was slightly tight and when she kissed Ian deeply and passionately it was as if she were pained to let him go even for just a few hours. Something dark stirred in me.
Ian himself was one of my new interns at the firm and a funny, likeable young man. It seemed everyone liked him, actually. He was certainly brighter than most of his peers. He was energetic, had a great sense of humor, and could hold his own even if he seemed nervous at times. He was somewhat tall, lanky really, and had shaggy hair He was charmingly nerdy. In some ways, he reminded me of myself twenty-five or thirty years ago: intelligent but innocent and impressionable. I would enjoy toying with him, too.
I had stopped for coffee just outside the building before work that morning I saw them together for the first time. They had coffees in their hands, too, and she was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeve button down shirt and some sort of ugly black work shoes. I took it she was working in one of the restaurants around here. Yet my eyes couldn't help but linger on her shapely hips and the curve of her butt underneath her dark uniform pants.
I waited till they separated then sped up, and hooked my arm around Ian shoulder briefly, then quickly released him. I had surprised him and could feel the fright in his body. He felt surprisingly frail, or timid. "There's my boy! How'd your first week at the firm go?"
"Hey, Mr. Prince! You surprised me. It was good, really—not actually as... I don't know... exhausting or something as I would have expected it, but fast-paced. Intense at times."
"Oh you'll learn fast. Sink or swim and you're gonna swim. I'm sure of it. It'll take a couple weeks to adjust, though. Who was that beauty you were with? Already knee deep in it, eh?"
"Oh," he blushed, "that's my girlfriend, Aubrey. She works at a fancy restaurant down there." He pointed down toward the Harbor.
"What's she doing at a restaurant when there's so much down here? If she's even half as bright as you, any employer would die to have her!"
Ian laughed embarrassedly and explained that they had just moved there. They were tight on cash and needed to put a deposit down for an apartment rental so Aubrey had to take the first job possible. I pried further and found out which restaurant she worked at—a steakhouse not far from the office. I'd been there countless times and would surely be meeting Aubrey there in the future.
In the weeks to come, I took Ian under my wing. If not because I liked him, then just because I was able to mold him and direct his growth. I enjoyed that he listened. He was an adept pupil, potentially even a protégé—and he would listen to just about anything I told him.
"I always feel like my mind's sharper if I go for a run in the morning before work." I once told him. "The hour or so less sleep is worth it."
Needless to say, a little over a week later, he reported back to me that running in the mornings had put him in a great mood before work and felt like a million bucks for it. "I don't even feel like I need my morning coffee!" he had told me.
I tried it again. I told him that wearing a red tie signified dominance, and that it was a subtle sign of arrogance as an intern and it may rub some of the higher-ups the wrong way. I continued to wear red ties, and he stopped altogether. I even mentioned that I thought he looked "very professional" with his hair slightly parted to the side and he started wearing it that way all the time.
Of course, this was sort of a game I played with interns. After all, they were paid (badly) and if either me or any of the other upper management didn't get along with any of them, they would be gone in an instant. Most understood this and were generally deferential and even obedient, one could say. With Ian, it was bordering on submissive. The few times I had observed Ian and Aubrey together, it seemed like they loved each other desperately. It was as if they submitted wholly to one another—endearing and touching, but I could not understand how two people so fragile could be so fully enraptured with one another.
So I began going to the restaurant Aubrey worked at. The general manager knew me and the boys decently well and the waitstaff often joked with me. I think they'd be out of business in a day without all of us who worked in finance. Besides, we tipped well.
"Hey Clive!" a hostess named Alice shouted as she saw me. She was the only one there who called me by my first name, and it was because of something that happened a year or so ago.
I'd once drunkenly fucked Alice after having drinks here with some colleagues. Alice was about 30 or so, straight brown hair and a biggish aquiline nose but was cute enough.
Very
sociable. It was about a year ago and after knocking back a few cocktails, I got her to come back to my place. She'd started blowing me in the taxi back and carelessly—furiously— made me cum in her mouth shortly after we got to my studio. She didn't care though. She squatted onto my face, fondled and blew me until I got hard again, happily impaled herself on my shaft and rode me until she came about three times, then rolled right off and went out like a light.
Alice was type of person whom anyone could fuck, but she'd always get something out of it for herself. She was the type of person who knew how to use while being used. Neither brilliant nor powerful nor even particularly likeable, she was resilient and I respected her for that. Ever since that night though, I guess she's thought we were friends.
"Good afternoon, Alice. What do you think of that new girl you've got here. Aubrey."
"Suuuuper cute girl. Everyone likes her, she's a real fast learner. I don't think she'll survive." She burst out laughing. "Why? Let me guess: Mr. Prince Charming wants to sit in her section?"
I gave her a smile and looked intently at her. She gave in.
"Oh, fine!" Alice said. "But you have to promise me you'll get a drink with me again."
"Can't promise that, Alice."
