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  Seducing Sophie (At The Billionaire’s Command Part 1)

  Sophie hadn’t had the easiest start to life. Her mother did her best after her father walked out on them when Sophie was three, but life as a single mother had been difficult. She worked two jobs to make ends meet, and knew that she hadn’t been there for Sophie as often as she would have liked. Still, despite her mother wishing she could have been there more often, Sophie hadn’t been a bad kid. She didn’t hang out with the wrong crowd, but she wasn’t an A student either. Quite simply put, she was an average, small-town girl who expected to live an average, small-town girl’s life. She got good enough grades, and when she graduated from high school got a job as a waitress at the local diner along the highway. She made ends meet, and figured she’d be there for a good chunk of her life.

  When she was twenty one years old, however, everything changed. Sophie saved up every cent she’d earned at her job working at the diner and took a three day trip to New York City. Sophie discovered there was a whole wide world outside of her small town, and she wanted to be a part of it. She had never experienced anything like it. She went to Times Square, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and walked along Broadway and saw the bull on Wall Street. The lights of the city, the energy of the city absolutely amazed her. When she got back home, Sophie immediately applied for student loans and began attending her state college the following semester. Suddenly, Sophie had a goal in life. She worked like a maniac, juggling two jobs and full time studies to make ends meet. She was going to be a city girl. She was going to move to New York City.

  Sophie had been impressed by the tall, glass towers and the women in their high heels and business suits who walked around with the confidence Sophie had ever felt she had. She wasn’t at the top of her class, but Sophie was very easily one of the better students in her program. She wasn’t the smartest person in her class, but she worked extremely hard, moving her hours down to part time at the diner and attending classes year round. She would study on her breaks at the diner and spend most of her free time in the college library. Her marks were good enough that when Sophie applied to every single internship she could find in New York City, she got three interviews. And one of the companies, Carey and Ulhman, one of the largest investment banks on Wall Street, gave her the job. Sophie had been ecstatic when she got the phone call congratulating her. When she got the news, she jumped around her apartment like a madwoman. It was hands down the most exciting day of her life. She began packing immediately. Her mom and her both cried as she boarded the plane to the city, her mother pinching Sophie’s cheek and telling her how proud she was, and as they arrived at JFK Airport late at night, the lights of the city shining bright, Sophie knew this was where she belonged. This was where she was going to start her new life.

  Now Sophie was starting her new job, her first day working in New York City, as an intern. Oh my God, I can’t even tell if I’m more nervous or excited she thought to herself as she pushed through the revolving glass doors of the forty story building. Everything was so fast-paced in New York, Sophie felt as though if she stopped to look around she’d be run over. Men and women, all in suits, hustled around her, their lives completely focused on themselves, their phones and the piles of papers they carried. No one paid Sophie any attention as she slowly walked through the building’s lobby, never having seen anything like this. There are more people in this building right now than live in my hometown she thought. Sophie smoothed down the skirt of her new suit, which she’d bought the other day with one of her credit cards, hoping to make a good impression. After all, she had to look the part. She had never needed to wear a suit in her life before, but now she was a city girl. Sophie took a breath and went up to her new job.

  For the next four hours, Sophie started learning everything she had to know about interning at Carey and Ulhmann. By the time lunch rolled around, her head spun with instructions and figures. She worked on one of the trading floors, and while she’d learned all about how fast paced and demanding the jobs can be when she was in class learning about derivatives, hedge funds and all of those related financial terms, it was nothing compared to the pressure of working in the environment for real. No wonder all the traders always seem so stressed she thought to herself.

  Her coworkers had mostly been nice. Sophie only thought mostly because of her encounter with one woman, Ellie. Ellie had gone to Harvard or Stanford or one of those places, on her family’s dime, and thought she was so much better than the other interns. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and a perfect body which she flaunted to all of the trader men, who had definitely noticed. She looked down on Sophie, announcing to her that she didn’t have to worry, Ellie would soon climb her way up the ladder here at the company, and that soon Sophie would be considered pretty, compared to everyone else on the floor at least. Well, every office needs to have a total bitch, I guess Sophie thought.

  Sophie had been given an hour for lunch. She wandered down the street a little bit, trying to find a good place to eat until she found a small cafe with a cute patio where she could people watch and refresh her brain for an hour. Ordering a salad and a coffee, Sophie sat. As she watched the people of Manhattan walk by, Sophie wondered to herself if she would ever be those people. She watched the women in particular. They looked so confident, with their hair tied back, on their phones, walking with purpose. Sophie decided she would try the same walk on the way back to the office. She flipped open a mirror from her purse and had a quick look. Sophie was definitely pretty: she had long, light brown hair with a small nose and a cute mouth. Her eyes were dark brown and deep, giving her a mysterious look. Sophie’s suit pressed against her slim frame, kept so by a healthy diet and daily runs in the park. Yes, she definitely had the potential to become one of these women. Now she just needed the attitude.

  Suddenly, just above the frame, her eyes met another pair. A man was sitting facing her, three tables away. He was probably around ten years older than Sophie, in his mid-30s. His skin was light, but not pale. His jet black hair was professionally combed back, but couldn’t quite hide the slightly rugged look of his face, complete with a day or so worth of stubble. He looked as though he would be more at home rock climbing or heli-skiing than being just another suit in New York City. He was definitely handsome and for some reason he looked familiar, like Sophie had seen him before somewhere, but she couldn’t quite place where. Sophie’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the man who’d caught her eye. She felt a tingling in between her thighs. Suddenly, her brain started working again. Get it together Soph, smile at the guy and go back to people watching. He’s not interested in you. Don’t be creepy. But hot damn is he sexy. Sophie tried a casual, small smile, then turned away before she could notice if the man smiled back.

  When she glanced back quickly two minutes later, the man had gone. Sophie blushed in embarrassment at how quickly she’d become infatuated with the man. You’re not a teenager anymore Sophie. You’re a twenty four year old woman. You know better than to get turned on by a man just looking at you in the street, even a man as sexy as the one who’d been sitting there.

  The instant Sophie walked back to the offices and got back into work, the man slipped from her mind. He was just another passing moment in her New York City life. She rushed around, getting folders, filing reports, making copies and learning about business at the investment bank. When the clock struck six, she was finished for the day. Sophie left, took the train home and collapsed onto her couch, rubbing her feet. It had been quite the day. She smiled to herself. So far, it had been fantastic. She loved the city. She loved her studio apartment with the dingy walls on the fifth floor of a five-floor walkup. She loved falling asleep on her mattress on the floor to the sounds of sirens, cars
and people.

  The next day, at her lunch hour, Sophie went to the same cafe as she had the day before. She pretended to herself that it was because the food had been so good, but she knew deep down she simply wanted to see if the man would come back. Once again, she ordered a salad, and this time two coffees. Her work was tough, and she had to admit it was tiring. Twenty minutes after she sat down, he had. This time, Sophie felt a little bit more confident. After all, she’d survived her first day in the Big Apple. She smiled at the man, and he smiled back, sending tingles through her veins. She suddenly got shy, blushed, and went back to her salad, trying to hide her red face. This is unlike you, Sophie she thought to herself. What happened to bold Sophie, Sophie that went straight up to that cutie Bobby Ray in fourth grade and planted a kiss on his lips just to see what it would feel like?

  She gathered her confidence after her small pep talk to herself, but once again, when she looked up the man had gone.

  Every day for a week Sophie ate at the cafe. Every day the man eventually showed up, and Sophie got bolder and bolder. She didn’t have much experience with men, but she did her best at flirting. Then one day, the man didn’t show up. Sophie felt her heart sink, and tried to convince herself that it was nothing. I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow, he probably just has something to do at his job. Still, Sophie wasn’t concentrating. As she glanced down the street, she accidentally knocked over her fork and spilt a dressing-covered tomato onto her suit. “Oh shit” Sophie muttered to herself. She knew the cafe had a bathroom, and made her way into the building to wash off the dressing before it stained. What an awful day Sophie thought to herself as she scrubbed off the dressing and stood under the hand dryer, breathing a sigh of relief when the spot dried, leaving no hint as to Sophie’s adventure with the tomato.

  The door behind Sophie opened quietly. A few seconds later, Sophie felt someone behind her. She turned around and took a step back, gasping. What on earth is he doing in the ladies bathroom? Sophie asked herself, looking up at the mysterious stranger with whom she’d flirted for the past week. He had shown up after today after all.

  Sophie turned around slowly. She looked up cautiously into the man’s eyes. They were dark, revealing nothing. Sophie knew she should have been worried. This situation was what every mother warned their daughters about. But there was something about him. Something about the man’s proximity, standing only inches from Sophie. He seemed to strong, so powerful with only his presence. Something inside of Sophie tingled, she could feel her panties getting moist just standing this close to the stranger whose name she didn’t even know, to whom she’d never said a word. This is so unlike me, what am I doing? Suddenly, the man spoke. His voice was deep and low, matching his looks perfectly.

  “Go stand by the sink. Hands on the edge, spread your legs.” He spoke softly, but his voice had an edge to it, a commanding edge, speaking the way one who is used to having their orders followed speaks.

  Sophie was stunned. What the hell did he just ask me to do? She stood where she was in shock, glued to the floor. Suddenly, the man reached back and smacked Sophie’s backside, hard. She let out a small mewl of pain as fire ran through her ass cheeks. “I said go to the sink.”

  I can’t believe this is actually happening. Oh my God. Is he going to fuck me right here in the bathroom? What if someone comes in?

  This time, Sophie did as he asked. She cautiously moved over to the sink and placed her hands on the edge, leaning over. She spread her legs a little bit, and the man came up behind her and kicked them wider, until they were about two feet apart. Sophie’s pussy heated with the anticipation of what was going to happen. This was so unknown to her. She didn’t know this man, and here he was, ordering her around. And even more surprisingly, Sophie was obeying! She had no idea why she was doing this, every rational fiber in her body was telling her this was a terrible idea, but she couldn’t help herself. Sophie didn’t recognize this girl who was obeying these commands, it was so unlike her.

  As Sophie leaned over the sink, she waited for the man to pull up her skirt, to rip off her panties and take her right there against the sink. Suddenly, she felt him come up behind her. She was so wet with anticipation, but he put his hands on her waist and moved them up, undoing the buttons of her blazer. Sophie got hotter and hotter as he unbuttoned her shirt until he reached her breasts then slid his hard hands underneath her bra. Sophie shuddered with pleasure as he toyed with her nipple, his fingers deftly teasing and tweaking them under her shirt from behind.

  Part of Sophie was embarrassed, having this complete stranger fondling her in a public bathroom, but she was too excited, too tempted to see where this was going. He was strong, powerful and confident and it had an aphoristic effect on Sophie, who let out a low moan as he pinched her nipples lightly.

  Suddenly, he pinched them harder. Sophie let out a small yelp at the sensation, pain coursing through her body from her nipples. “It can be dangerous for a young woman like you in the big city” he almost whispered into her ear. “You shouldn’t flirt with men you don’t know, you might get more than you bargained for” he continued, pinching her other nipple. Sophie let out another small cry. She didn’t know what to reply, so she said nothing.

  He moved his hands back out from her shirt and down towards her skirt. Sophie closed her eyes. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he pulled it up over her hips. Heat radiated from Sophie’s pussy as the man slid his hands up her thighs, slowly taking his time, torturing Sophie as he moved towards her eager pink sex.

  His hands moved up onto her ass and squeezed, his big hands massaging Sophie’s cheeks. When he moved his hands towards her pussy, he stopped quickly. “Well well, it turns out you’re pretty turned on by this, aren’t you?” he taunted, running his fingers up and down Sophie’s hot inner thighs. Her face burned with embarrassment. “Aren’t you” he asked again.

  Sophie nodded. “Ye… yes” she stuttered, not trusting her voice.

  Without warning, the man plunged two fingers deep into Sophie’s soaking wet slit. She moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, her body clenching around his digits as they slid in and out of her channel.

  “Do you like that?” he asked roughly.

  Sophie only moaned in reply, the feeling of the man’s fingers inside of her overwhelming. Without warning, the man smacked her fair on the ass once more, the sound resonating through the small bathroom, the pain coursing once more through Sophie’s veins as she yelped.

  “I asked you a question, answer me. Do you like that, you little slut?”

  This time Sophie found her voice. “Ohh… oh yes… oh yes I like that” came her breathless reply.

  The man pumped into her faster and harder. Sophie knew she was going to cum soon. She could feel it in her legs, which felt like jelly. This complete stranger was going to make her cum. He was going to make her cum, right here in the middle of a cafe bathroom in the middle of Manhattan during the lunch hour. Rather than praying the man would stop, Sophie instead prayed that no one would walk in.

  He leaned over her, and with his other hand rubbed her clit. The increased sensation from her small pink nub took Sophie right over the edge, into the best orgasm of her life.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh God” Sophie cried out, not caring for a second that anyone could come in at any time as the orgasm coursed through her, sending fire through her veins. Waves of pleasure washed through her body, her pussy clenching tightly on the man’s fingers with each pulse as he continued to ram his fingers into her sex.

  When Sophie’s orgasm finally subsided, the man pulled his fingers from her. “Stand up and turn around” he ordered, Sophie complying instantly. He put his fingers in front of her mouth. Oh my God, am I supposed to lick them now?

  “Go on slut, taste your cum” he ordered, moving his fingers closer to Sophie’s small mouth. She opened her mouth nervously and took the fingers in, tasting her own pussy juices, her own cum. It was tangy, unlike anything Sophie had ever tasted. She blushed as s
he performed this act, not daring to look the man in the eyes. When she had licked his fingers clean, he removed them, turned around and left without another word.

  Sophie stood glued to the spot for a couple moments before realizing where she was. Oh geez, what on earth did I just do? She looked at her watch. Shit. Sophie’s break ended in five minutes, she’d have to rush to make it back to the office in time. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair dishevelled, her suit wrinkled and her panties soaking wet. She grabbed a paper towel and tried cleaning herself up a little bit, then raced out of the cafe to get back to the office in time.

  When she got back, her boss Tony asked her if everything was fine. Sophie shot back what she hoped was a confidence inducing smile. “Yeah, thanks Tony. I just had a bit of a tumble on the sidewalk at lunch.” Tony nodded and told her to take care of herself, then left her to continue her work. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. There was no chance she could tell anybody about what had transpired in the cafe bathroom. In fact, Sophie barely knew what had happened herself. What the hell did I do that for? That was so unlike anything I’ve ever done. Is there something wrong with me? Of course there’s something wrong with me. Who does that? Then Sophie realized that just thinking about what had happened made the tingling sensations in between her legs return. She shut the thoughts of the handsome stranger from her mind and tried to get back to work. Ellie noticed Sophie’s appearance and asked if she’d fallen off the train in Nebraska and gotten lost in a cornfield.

  “No, someone mistook me for you on the street and punched me in the face because they thought I was such a bitch” Sophie replied. There was no way that gold digging idiot was going to ruin her day. Ellie slinked off without a retort and Sophie smiled. She hated bullies.

  The next day Sophie went back to the cafe, but there was no stranger. She went to the bathroom again, just in case, and again, no stranger. She repeated the routine the next day, and for the three days afterwards, but it seemed her mystery man had disappeared. Sophie hadn’t been sure what she’d say when she next saw him, but now she never got that chance. She tried to convince herself that the tinge of sadness she felt in her heart wasn’t from the fact that he would never fuck her, but rather from the fact that she never got any closure after the adventure in the cafe bathroom.