Her Tokyo Valentine Conquest: An Erotic Short Story (3 page)

“
I remember this took some
work,” she said as she thrust herself around him. He used the
fingers of one hand to twist at her nipples, and the other move
around underneath to spread her around him. They both groaned once
they pushed him completely into her, and Akie used her legs as
leverage to move over him. She maneuvered over him, digging her
tongue into his mouth for more of those perfectly-timed,
throat-deep kisses. After a few minutes she spun away from him,
continuing to grind him into a lap dance he would never forget.
“Forget the matcha,” she grunted, allowing his generous endowment
to hit all the spots that had been missed by Danny, “your
steel-cold cock is just the remedy I need for what’s ailing me.” He
grunted wordlessly as she continued to use him as her own real-life
dildo. She thought nothing of what he wanted or how he was feeling;
she connected only with that dagger with which she was triumphantly
stabbing herself, and the detachment from her emotions was
strangely empowering. This must be what it was like to be a man in
that unspoken world of strip parlors and happy hour deal-making:
command over sex, control over emotion. She knew their secret now,
and it was her turn to be the master.

They both came at the same time. She
lingered over him for several moments before detaching herself,
grabbing a tissue from her desk. “That was exactly what I
needed.”

Ned sat there for a minute, catching
his breath. “Yeah.”

Adjusting her underwear and
straightening her blouse as best she could with the missing
buttons, Akie then pulled her skirt down. Breathlessly, she looked
down at him. “You can go now—your obligation is
fulfilled.”

He looked up at her. “Akie, no—I
didn’t out of obligation.”

She smiled cunningly. “I know you
didn’t. But I took it that way. A debt repaid. A fuck for a fuck.
Thank you. And now I can wrap it up here. I have work to do.” She
turned away from him, reaching over him to grab her purse and
jacket, and the matcha. Walking towards the door, she spoke over
her shoulder. “Turn the computer off on your way out, will
you?”

***

BONUS READ

Excerpt from Samantha Egret’s
“Desire’s Anthem.”

She's gonna rock his
world...
Danny Ayres has always lived his life on his terms. As a marketing
exec for a big-time record label, he never had to look far for a
willing fling, and rarely gave repeat performances. When he falls
for a once-in-a-lifetime woman, he knows that even he can't
negotiate out of this deal. But when in the same week he loses his
job and his proposal falls flat, he starts to wonder if he's lost
his touch.
Hannah Mercury has always found comfort in the straightforward
procedures of civil service, and has organized her suburban life to
high standards. Recently estranged from her husband and vulnerable
from a careless indiscretion, she knows it's wise to keep Danny at
arms' length.
During a chance meeting at lunch, Danny strikes up a conversation
with Hannah, and the two forge an unlikely friendship. But after a
brief and unexpected encounter takes the two beyond the platonic
and into the erotic, Hannah realizes just why Danny's only been
successful at one-night stands. She makes a proposition to teach
him, in way he never dreamed possible, what it takes to REALLY
satisfy a woman sexually and win back his dream girl.
But can they satisfy their carnal desires without losing control of
their hearts?

Copyright 2015 by Samantha
Egret

All rights reserved.

EXCERPT:

Danny’s head had been spinning since
Friday. He couldn’t believe how wild Hannah was. That lap dance she
had given him had nearly made him burst in his pants. And he
noticed that she’d groomed herself considerably more down there—all
that was left was a silky veil of hair. He just didn’t know how to
resist her, even though he knew it would be wise to do just that.
But when he thought of her laying there, in his arms, those pink
cheetah panties the only thing between him and pure, wet pleasure,
those soft thighs waiting to push against his hips, he swelled with
need. Jesus, a man sworn to celibacy wouldn’t be able to resist
that—how did he think he could? He thought of her smile, and of her
lips, her kiss, and of how hard he was, and he wanted nothing more
than to see those lips wrapped around his cock as he choked her
deep. What would those big, green eyes look like as they looked up
at him from down below? How hard could he pull her soft blond hair
as he commanded her to consume him? And would he be able to last
long enough to plow it into her other end? Or would it end with his
milky cum trickling out of the smiling corners of her obedient,
rosy lips?

He remembered their
agreement, and how she had promised that she was seeking nothing
but fun from him. He wasn’t so sure she still believed that, and he
knew he couldn’t commit to her in the way that she needed, for her
kids and her happiness. No, it was best that they never take the
foreplay into the full-fledged, hardcore sex that he imagined. He
didn’t think she was mentally ready for intimacy without
commitment—and he was only ready for that with Akie. Friendship and
fun—that
had
to
be their rule.

When she entered his cubicle Monday
morning, Hannah had a resolve he hadn’t seen in her. She seemed so
sure of herself. It was so hot.

“
Wanna go to lunch again?”
she asked.

Trying to keep his cool, Danny rolled
back in his office chair. “On a Monday?”

Hannah laughed. “Come on, I’ve been
waiting all weekend to see you.”

Danny tried to be as aloof as
possible. “Okay, but it can’t take long.”

“
We can pick one of the
quickie spots in the Arts District,” resolved Hannah. “Besides,
parking is free on that side of Downtown. See you at
noon?”

Danny smiled at how determined she
was. “Nooners it is.”

“
No, sweetie—just lunch,”
she said, and winked. He laughed. She sure did have a bit of the
devil in her. It made her almost irresistible.

She was cool the whole way there. Not
once did they talk about what happened last Friday at the bar—and
after. Danny was starting to feel so at ease that he let his guard
down. They talked about the final steps of getting the fire station
built, and of some of Danny’s plans for marketing the Grand
Opening. It was like old times, and Danny wondered whether Hannah
had realized how far they’d gotten and decided to pull back,
too.

Once they got to the Arts District and
found parking, though, she turned toward him, placing her hand on
his thigh. “I thought about you all weekend,” she said as she
caressed it.

Danny laughed. “That’s no
fun.”

Hannah let her hand move
up. “Oh, but it was, Danny. I touched myself and thought of you. Of
all the things I want you to do to me. I can’t come anymore
without
thinking of
you.” She cupped his growing erection, and leaned over to kiss his
neck.

“
I’ve imagined doing a lot
more to you, too. Many times.” He let her continue to kiss and bite
his neck. “I wish we could run away together, just ditch work one
day.”

Hannah took a break from her nibbling.
“We could, you know. Just call me before I get off the train, and
instead of taking the red line to work I’ll take it to Hollywood,
and we can have a fun day together.” She settled back in the
passenger seat. “Oh, Danny, why don’t we?”

He looked at her regrettably. “Come
on, Hannah. You remember our deal. We can’t let this thing we have
get in the way of our lives, and that includes our jobs. Our goals
for success.”

She looked at him. “And then there’s
that girl…”

“
Akie,” he said. It felt
awkward to say her name at that moment. Hannah hesitated. “I’m
sorry, Hannah—I think maybe that was insensitive.”

“
No—it’s just
that…”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Just that
what?”

Hannah took a deep breath before
speaking. “What if I could guarantee you that the next time you see
Akie, she will never want to leave again?”

***

“
Desire’s Anthem” is
available from most online book retailers.

About the Author

Samantha Egret was born of a passion for
writing and a desire to create an open dialog on female sexuality.
She resides in Downtown Los Angeles, among the high-rises and
large-living, a graduate of the high-stakes world of public
relations. Desire's Anthem is her first novel.

Connect with Samantha at
www.samanthaegret.com or on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/samanthaegretauthor
.

Watch an
interview
with Samantha where she discusses her inspiration for writing
“Desires’s Anthem.”