Fantasizing you, Mr. CEO

Chapter1

Roxy closes her eyes, imagining Andrew's hands exploring her burning flesh, igniting a fire within her. Her body seems to move on its own, responding to the vivid images in her mind. She can almost feel the sensation of his lips on her neck, sending shivers down her spine and eliciting goosebumps all over her body. His touch intensifies as he grabs her breasts, drawing them into his mouth with a hunger that leaves her head cascading backward, her back arching in eagerness, and moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

Lost in the world of her fantasies, Roxy's mind becomes consumed with thoughts of Andrew. Her n*****s harden, her desire building, and her anticipation growing for his touch. Her hand roams over her body before settling just above her core. Her fingers glide between her slick folds, gently circling her clit as she imagines it's him. She starts slow, gradually increasing the pace, each movement and sensation driving her closer to the edge. A low moan escapes her lips, followed by an exclamation of pleasure. It feels so incredibly good.

Her mind plays tricks on her, one hand on her breasts, massaging and pinching her n*****s, intensifying the pleasure coursing through her body. In her fantasy, Andrew engulfs her gasp, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, bringing unprecedented passion and desire. The kiss is carnal, filled with lust, and heat pools in her core, increasing the wetness that drips down her leg.

As her pleasure heightens, she moans in response to the sensations, her fingers slipping into her soaked core while her thumb stimulates her clit. Her eyes flutter shut, her head falls back, and she bites her lower lip, trying to contain the rising tide of pleasure that threatens to consume her apartment.

In her fantasy, Andrew focuses his attention on her breasts once more, his mouth covering her n*****s repeatedly. Meanwhile, he thrusts two fingers inside her drenched core, creating sensations that push her over the edge. The intensity of her orgasm floods her senses, sending torrents of pleasure down her legs and onto the wet bathtub. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, her eyes unfocused, her legs weak. Slowly, she lowers herself down and rests against the porcelain tub, allowing her body to recover.

Roxy's hands reach up to her face, a mix of disbelief and anticipation flooding her thoughts. She can't believe she just indulged in such explicit fantasies involving her new boss. The realization hits her, bringing a mix of nervousness and excitement about the upcoming meeting on Monday. Her mind teases her with the idea of acting on those fantasies, but she quickly dismisses it. A smile forms on her face as she pushes the thought aside, finishing her shower.

They take their time getting ready, carefully styling themselves in beautiful outfits, flawless makeup, and sleek, straight hair that enhances their looks.

Arriving at the club by cab, all eyes turn to them as they step out. They confidently approach the long line of attractive people waiting to enter. Sherry heads to the front, engaging in a conversation with the bouncer. Lightly touching his arm and whispering something, she captivates his attention, and he nods in agreement. Sherry then signals for Roxy to join her, and together they are granted permission to enter the club, with the velvet rope parting for them.

Escorted to their reserved booth in the V.I.P. area, they settle in. A waitress approaches them, presenting a pre-ordered bottle of champagne to celebrate Roxy's recent achievement. Pouring the bubbly liquid into two flutes, Sherry raises her glass, toasting, "To your success right after college and making your dreams come true!" They clink their glasses together and take a sip, relishing the effervescence of the champagne as it cascades down their throats.

As the music pumps through the club, they continue to indulge in more champagne, fully immersed in the vibrant atmosphere. Feeling the rhythm, Sherry suggests, "Let's hit the dance floor!" Roxy eagerly agrees, and they make their way to the dance floor, carrying their champagne glasses. Amidst the crowd, they find a small space near the V.I.P. area where they can let loose and move to the beat.

The pulsating rhythm of the music invigorates their bodies as they sway their hips and embrace the freedom that the champagne has instilled. Their confidence and sensuality shine through, heightened by the masks they wear, creating an aura of mystery and allure. Sherry pulls Roxy closer, and they dance together, exuding an irresistible s*x appeal.

Roxy has always admired Sherry's ability to fully enjoy herself, not relying on alcohol for that. It's a quality she herself has been working on, and tonight the champagne is undeniably enhancing the experience. When a man approaches Roxy from behind, attempting to get close to her, she swiftly turns around, firmly rejecting his advances. "No thanks, tonight it's just me and my girlfriend," she asserts. Unfazed, he brazenly suggests a threesome. In response, Roxy confidently throws the last sip of champagne in his face and laughs at his shocked expression. Undeterred, she continues to gracefully move her body to the music, enjoying the freedom and joy of the moment.

Sherry has found herself a guy to dance with, but she doesn't forget about Roxy. She pulls Roxy closer, ensuring they continue to dance together while she engages with her dance partner. Knowing Sherry's adventurous nature, Roxy can't help but think that she'll likely end up getting lucky tonight. At least one of them will.

Roxy, too, desires a passionate encounter, not just any casual experience, but one that will send intense waves of pleasure throughout her body, leaving her completely satisfied for the night.

They continue dancing for a little while longer before returning to their booth. The guy attempts to follow them like a lost puppy, but Sherry firmly pushes him back, using her seductive charm to convey a clear "no" signal, closing the distance between them and whispering something sensual in his ear, causing Roxy to shiver.

As they settle back into their booth, Roxy can't contain her curiosity and asks, "What did you tell that guy?" Sherry giggles playfully, coyly hiding her face behind her shoulder as she responds, "I told him that I'm here for you tonight. We're celebrating your new job, and he'll have to wait if he wants to dance with me again." They both burst into laughter, toasting and enjoying more champagne.

Suddenly, Sherry's eyes widen as she places her glass on the table, drawing Roxy's attention. "Who's that?" she asks, pointing across the room. Roxy looks up to see a tall man staring in their direction. A small flicker of arousal stirs between her legs, causing her to wonder why she is reacting this way. In the dim lighting and with the flashing lights, she can't see his face clearly due to the distance.

"I don't know, but it seems like he's looking at you, Sherry," Roxy replies, waving off the idea that he could be interested in her. Sherry exclaims, gently pushing Roxy, "No way! He's clearly devouring you in that dress." They make eye contact and burst into laughter, doubling over with amusement.

While Sherry continues speaking about her life and other topics, Roxy finds herself intrigued by the mystery man in the mask who can't seem to take his eyes off them. She tries to focus on their conversation but can't help but glance back and forth between him and Sherry. However, when Roxy looks up again, he has disappeared, leaving her with a sense of disappointment. Perhaps he found another woman to keep him company for the night.

Sherry keeps talking for another 10 minutes until another bottle of champagne arrives at their booth, leaving them both puzzled. They exchange confused looks, and Roxy speaks up, stating matter-of-factly, "We didn't order this."