Submitting to Her (23 page)

"Of course," she said. "Why wouldn't I be?
You heard her - we're okay. In fact, we're better than okay. She
likes you. She'll do wonders for our careers, you know."

"I guess so."

"And if we ever run into trouble, now I've
got a prize asset to ensure we get her attention above any other
department in the company."

"You do?" I asked, my brow crinkling.

"Yes - you, Jones."

"Oh," I said. I hadn't been sure she was even
comfortable with my being used by our CEO, and now I was apparently
an asset in that particular area.

"Back to work, Jones," Zoey said now, leading
me back towards the elevators.

That evening, there was no waiting around
after work. I received an email from Zoey at about half past four
stating that I was to be by her car in the parking lot on the dot
at 5pm, where I would wait for her.

I felt a tingle ripple through my loins at
the thought that she was desperate for sex.

When the time came, my colleagues were so
focused on making their own exits for the weekend that they didn't
notice me slip out earlier than usual.

I descended to the parking lot, nodded a
quick goodbye to Brooks, who was leaving at the same time as me,
and located Zoey's car. It was an unusually cold evening for so
late in spring, but somehow the thought of what she wanted to do
that evening kept me warm enough as I passed the time waiting for
my enchantress.

She didn't keep me waiting very long at
all.

"Let's go," she said after unlocking the
vehicle from 20 yards away.

"You are keen," I said, as we hopped in and
quickly fastened our safety belts.

She gave me a glare.

"I haven't said you could speak, Jones, have
I?" she said sternly, though her look was slightly undermined by
poorly concealed mirth.

"No, Ma'am."

"If you're not careful, I'll have to punish
you when we get back to your place."

"My place, Ma'am?"

"And there you go again! Questioning my
orders, Jones?" she tutted. "No. You've never taken me to your
place - so it's about time you did."

"Yes Ma'am."

She didn't order me to duck down or anything
as we pulled out of the parking lot, and I felt strangely elated
that she didn't, that she didn't care if others saw us together.
Somehow, it reinforced my status with her. Could we be becoming a
permanent couple? Dating co-workers wasn't entirely against the
corporate rules, after all - just any kind of sexual or even
romantic activity at work.

As we joined a flow of traffic heading north
towards my apartment, Zoey said: "Did you enjoy being with her this
morning?"

I glanced over at her. She had one hand
tucked between her slender thighs, openly grazing it against the
front panel of her little black panties.

"I... I think so, Ma'am," I said, trying to
work out whether she was setting a trap for me, whether I was
supposed to have enjoyed being with Ms Jenkinson or not.

"You think so?"

"I enjoyed it physically," I said.

She looked at me. "You're worried that I
don't approve," she said. "I guess you're just trying to be a good
boy, Jones. But you have to know that if I tell you to be with
someone else, that's what you do."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Zoey leaned over, and as I tried to keep my
eyes planted firmly on the road in front of us, I felt her fingers
in my lap, stroking my hardness through the fabric of my pants.

"Don't try to hide it, Jones. You are a dirty
boy."

It was some way north on I-83 to the suburban
housing complex in Lutherville in which I shared an apartment with
a guy I'd known since college, who I dearly hoped would not be
around on this particular evening. I wanted Zoey to myself - with
no distractions.

As we pulled up in the parking lot outside
the entrance of the sandy-brick building in which my little hovel
was located, I groaned to see none other than Robin himself out
there, on his way back from emptying the trash.

Robin's job as an elementary school teacher
meant he was always home early. I'd been a fool to think I'd get
away with sneaking Zoey back to our apartment without running into
him. He was quite surprised to see me - jumping a little as he
recognized my ugly mug, and then doubly confused to see that I was
accompanied by someone female.

"Dude - you coming out tonight?" he asked,
looking and sounding as though his mouth was talking without his
brain being involved.

I felt stupid for a moment or two, and then
it hit me - it was Friday night. I felt such guilt that I hadn't
been out with the usual crowd for so very long while I'd been
enthralled by one Zoey Schoenberg. Robin must have felt I'd become
worse than the married ones among us - at least Marty and Vic were
usually able to spend a few hours out after work on Fridays, before
going home to do their duties. But right now, I so wanted to just
get inside with Zoey since we'd both been so horny all day.

I said: "Well, I don't know - "

Robin did a poor job hiding his
disappointment, though he did try. He said: "It's been so long,
dude. I mean I know you met someone really special, but - "

I saw him look up, catch his breath. Zoey had
walked around from the driver's side, and now stepped onto the
sidewalk behind me.

"Uh…" I said. "Robin, this is Zoey. Zoey,
this is Robin - I share an apartment with him."

"Hi," Zoey gave him a broad grin, holding out
a hand for him to shake.

I suddenly felt scared she'd think I was
afraid to introduce her to my friends and family - I just hadn't
gotten around to it until now. There hadn't been an opportunity,
and I'd never been in a position to make such a suggestion with
Zoey in charge.

"Oh, hello," Robin beamed in return, subtly
looking her up and down, his face all lit up as he reached out to
grasp her offered hand. He was clearly impressed. "Lovely to meet
you, Zoey. I was… uh… just headed out, actually. You know, the
regular Friday night."

Robin was now clearly implying that we didn't
have to worry about any intrusion, that we'd have the apartment to
ourselves all evening. Suddenly, his attempts to persuade me to
come out had been fully answered. Any man would be a fool to go out
on the town if he had a woman like Zoey Schoenberg to see to at
home.

But Zoey said to Robin: "So I heard. Sounds
like fun. You mind if we tag along?"

A beat as the information sank in.

She'd misconstrued his acceptance of my
non-participation as an invitation for us all to go out. I suddenly
felt very nervous, although there was definitely a part of me that
really liked the idea of showing off Zoey to my friends, offering
some kind of explanation as to why I hadn't shown for so long.

"You know, I couldn't think of anything
better," Robin said, and Zoey glanced at me with one eyebrow
raised, amused at the sudden change to our evening's plans.

I'm not sure if I was more nervous of my
friends meeting my girlfriend, or my girlfriend meeting my friends.
I guess mostly, I was worried about how Zoey would treat me in
front of the others - having sat with them giggling at Benny's
adventures with his kinky fiancée, I could only imagine what they'd
all say as Zoey started ordering me around in front of them,
perhaps getting drunk and letting on about how she had me under her
thumb.

But, as it turned out, everyone was civil,
polite, even mildly impressed - on one side that I'd fallen for
such a bright, independent female, and on the other side that my
friends were actually a nice bunch, and not the kind of
chauvinistic gaggle of which my sales team comprised.

"So you're the hot babe who's taken Aide from
us?"

"You're so... brunette."

"Thank you. Yes, I'm sorry I've been
monopolizing his evenings recently."

"Well, I mean, since he was with you, I guess
we can forgive him. If he buys the next round."

Sure, she made me go get the drinks whenever
we ran dry, but I managed to infer that since I was on the end of
the booth, and I was the designated driver and therefore unlikely
to spill as much, I was really in the easiest position to go get
the drinks. While I was away, I'd look nervously back and see the
guys apparently grilling Zoey about me, and Zoey seeming to be
extremely willing to open up. It could have just been me being
paranoid, of course, but you know when people have been talking
about you from those not-so-subtle glances you get when you return,
not to mention the subtle way they change the subject.

I was being a little paranoid. Much of the
time when I returned with drinks, I'd find they were talking about
Benny's fiancée or Marty's inability to engage his wife in anything
other than a hug, or Vic's suspicion that Rona might have a touch
of depression.

"You should just let her do it to you, Ben,"
Zoey would be saying, or something similar. "Might find you
actually like it. Might even transform your life."

"Seriously? But what if it hurts?"

"Then don't do it again - but at least you'll
know you don't like it."

Zoey seemed to take on this role as
relationship guru, the guys flocking around her like moths to a
flame, eager for her pearls of wisdom. She'd tamed the untamable,
she'd locked down the Harry Houdini of commitment, she'd bewitched
the king of one night stands - she was clearly one to be respected
and consulted in the field of successful romance.

A little alcohol to smooth things over, and
Zoey was taking to her new role with aplomb, advising the married
guys among us that they were actually already firmly inside their
own female-led relationship, only without the benefits, and that by
embracing their roles, and finding ways to better communicate with
their partners, they could find more fulfillment.

"Seriously - she spends all the time you're
with her telling you what to do, and then as soon as you're in the
bedroom, she waits for you to lead? So you're taking all the
punishment, and getting none of the rewards."

"The rewards?"

"You do like having sex, right?"

"Well, of course."

"But she's not always interested?"

"I guess not."

"And you suspect she's not interested because
when it does happen, it usually doesn't end up with her getting an
orgasm?"

"I… uh… well, so what if it was?"

"If she leads in the bedroom as well, she
shows you how she wants you to get her off, and it's satisfying for
her every time. So now she looks forward to sex, so you have it
much more frequently."

"I never thought of it that way."

"And you know how much happier a sexually
satisfied woman is around the home?"

"Okay, so how do I get her to lead in the
bedroom?"

It made me realize she must have already
discussed our own female-led relationship - and yet somehow I
wasn't being given grief, I wasn't being taunted under the table,
and my friends appeared to be hanging on Zoey's every word. I was
surprised - I have to admit - and I felt a little more impressed at
my friends than I'd been before this evening.

Of course, she didn't have the answer to
everything, but like the snake oil salesman, she could offer my
friends enough of a tantalizing glimpse of the possibilities to get
them hooked on the idea of such an apparent easy change in their
lives making such a difference.

I found myself sitting back, letting my
increasingly inebriated friends forget about sober old me on the
sidelines, and crowd around Zoey, absorbing all the knowledge she
cared to impart. They were like besotted fans around some glamorous
celebrity - and she seemed to lap up the adulation.

Later, the marrieds went home to try out a
few tricks, and the rest of us shuffled off to a nightclub, where
Zoey even offered my friends a dance or three, or four, or five. It
was kind of hot watching her flirting with them, seeing how they
found her so beguiling. It reinforced the feeling within me that I
was a very, very lucky guy.

Far from finding myself the butt of jokes, at
the end of it all I found myself envied beyond measure by my
friends.

There in the nightclub, I found myself
glancing at the kind of blonde airheads I used to take home from
the dance floor before Zoey, and I felt such a strong sense of
wasting all that time.

Well, I had plenty of time to make up for
it.

When we got home, eventually, I opened the
car door for Zoey, and was a little surprised that when she stepped
out of the vehicle, her skirt remained behind on her seat. I was
thankful Robin had opted to stay out for longer, choosing not to
come back with us.

"Uh… I think you forgot something, Zoey," I
said.

She giggled, posed for me there by the car in
the middle of the parking lot, wearing her suit jacket and shirt,
but with her legs and little black panties exposed for all to see.
Thank God the place was empty at that hour - but I was sure my
neighbors would be peering out of their windows to check out my
drunken girlfriend.

"Better get me inside quick, Jones," she
said, and now off came her suit jacket. She was giving me a count
down in clothing removals.

I fumbled with my keys and locked the car,
before finding the right metal to open my apartment front door.
Well, there was definitely something hot about a girl as attractive
as Zoey stripping right there on the street, but there were public
decency laws even in this crappy part of Baltimore, I was fairly
certain.

By the time we were in the building, down the
stairs and at the front door of my apartment, her shoes and
pantyhose were off as well, leaving her in a white blouse and
panties, barefoot.