Free Heart of a Stripper by Cyndi Harris Page A

excessively, he did everything to keep his mind off of her.
    After all, Kaitlin was the woman who was supposed to be on his mind.
    Heading back to his office, he sat and pondered his future. Closing his eyes, his mind wandered. A knock on the door startled him and his eyes sprung open as Nevaeh walked into the room. She smiled timidly as she closed the door behind her.
    “Hi.” She said walking over to him as he stood. “Do you want to have lunch with me?”
    “Nevaeh, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be in here.” He protested.
    “I’ve been thinking a lot—” she replied looking up to him. “I know we shouldn’t be together but I—you’re everything I want.” She said, grabbing him by the hands.
    “No.” he protested, as she pushed him down into the chair.
    He threw his hands up as she got on her knees in front of him. His eyes shot down to her as she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.
    “Nevaeh don’t!” he shouted, but it came out softer, so his assistant next door wouldn’t hear him.
    “You want me Mitchell, and nothing will change that.” She smiled seductively, as she got to his boxers.
    A tap on the door startled him , and he pushed Nevaeh under the desk as he moved under the desk to hide that his pants were undone. The door opened and Hillary slipped inside holding a folder.
    “What is it?” he asked curt, obviously intending to rush her out of the room.
    “You have a meeting this afternoon with the board.” She insisted.
    “No!” he shouted, as he felt Nevaeh run her hands up his thighs.
    “But you do.” Hillary insisted.
    “I mean—uh what for?” he responded nervously.
    Nevaeh dipped her hand into his boxers and grabbed a hold of his long, hard cock. Gripping it tightly, she began to stroke it as Mitchell blushed. Swallowing hard, he gripped the side of his desk as he put his head down. Hillary rambled on as she read whatever it was she was holding.
    “Please , stop.” Mitchell panted, as he swallowed hard.
    Hillary looked up to him and raised an eyebrow.
    “So you don’t want to know the itinerary?” she questioned.
    “I do.” He replied strained as Nevaeh stroked harder and he groaned.
    “Are you alright sir?” Hillary pushed.
    “Fine!” he shouted , as he felt Nevaeh’s tongue gently caress the head of his penis.
    Slipping a hand under the desk, he tried to stop her as Hillary continued reading. Her voice was drowned out as he felt Nevaeh slip his cock into her warm mouth. He trembled as she twirled her tongue around his stiff penis. She took all of him in, all the way to the base.
    “ Don’t do that!” he shouted, and Hillary again paused.
    “What am I doing?” she asked frustrated.
    “Nothing, just give me a minute and I’ll cum—come out to get the file.” He heaved fidgeting.
    “Fine.” She snapped, storming from the room.
    “Nevaeh please stop!” he protested, looking at her under the table at her.
    She only looked up at him, as she sucked harder and he fell back against his chair. A moan of desire escaped his lips as pleasure rippled through his body. Gripped the sides of his chair, he closed his eyes as he door opened.
    “I knew it!” Bruce shouted as Mitchell’s eyes sprung open to see Kaitlin and his father glaring at him.
    “How could you do this to me?!” Kate shouted, storming over to him.
    He watched her briefly as she drew her hand back to slap him. He shut his eyes as he heard a pound on the door.
    Opening his eyes, Mitchell saw he was alone in his office. It was all a dream! He had drifted off to sleep and didn’t even realize it. He thanked God in his head as the door opened and Nevaeh slipped inside. Dread washed over him as he stood up.
    “Hi.” She said softly with a fake smile.
    “Hi.” He said nervously.
    “Do you wanna—I don’t know… have lunch with me?” she asked tensely.
    “Nevaeh,” he said walking over to her, to keep her away from his desk. “You’re a sweet girl, and I’m sorry