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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 20 December 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
PRIVATE MEETING
I have the weirdest luck when it comes to love. I'm either too busy or stubborn to notice, or I'm chasing after a man who doesn't care. Using this pattern as a guide, I decided to throw myself headlong into work.
Ever since the US Government was seized by the current dictatorship, I've been bouncing between several jobs, ranging from providing health services to the poor, to acting secretary of a major government firm.
Finally, about 6 months ago, I was interviewed for an assistant's job at the ICS Entertainment Network headquarters. No big deal I thought, but no one told me that they were interviewing the position for Damon Killian. When I found out who I might be working for, my knees turned to mush and my stomach turned over. I had always found Damon to be very sexy and masculine, but I had heard stories about his violent outbursts off-camera and the way he treats everyone. I was almost scared to death when the head office called me back to tell me that I got the job.
I had only been working with Damon closely for about 3 months when everything started. Every once in a while he'd come up behind me during a meeting and step as close as he could to me. He once stood so close to me that I could feel his chest against my back, and something else a little further south. Needless to say, I found this very arousing. But I could tell by the look on his face when he'd look at me that he did it to torture me. 'You bastard,' I'd say to myself. He knew he was turning me on and he was loving every minute of it. I guess it was his way of showing dominance; turning me on whenever he pleased and leaving me there to suffer.
One day, much to my surprise, I found a single pink rose on my desk with a small card attached. This was kind of a surprise since I didn't have a steady relationship at the time. I picked it up and opened it. 'To the most efficient lady ever to work for me. Keep it up. Damon.' I was in a haze of confusion as I put the rose in a small glass of water and set it on my desk, even though such decorations were forbidden.
8:30 a.m. rolls around and Damon and Brenda finally wander in. I tried not to look at him as he got closer to my desk. But that man is far too handsome not to be looked at. I raised my eyes and found his as they looked back at me.
"Thank you, Mr. Killian," I said. He said nothing, just winked and grinned as he went into his office.
About ten minutes later, Brenda comes out and says to me, "Damon wants to see you."
"What for?"
"Beats me," she said as she grabbed her purse. "Maybe it has to do with the ratings figures from last week." She walked out the glass door and down the hall. Now that was strange; she never leaves during the day.
"Did she tell you that I wanted to see you?" came a voice from my right. I turned and saw Damon leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and the slightest smile on his face.
"Yes, sir."
The smile left his lips. "Well, come on. I haven't got all damn day." I picked up my hand-held notepad and hurried along behind him. I stood in front of his desk as he slowly sat back down.
"What were the figures from last week?" he asked. I called up the information he wanted on my notepad.
"Estimated Cadre rating: 23.5% Up approximately 6.5% from last week, sir," I said. His elegant face relaxed just a touch.
"Good, good." He picked up his whiskey and sipped it slowly as his eyes examined every inch of my body. "So," he began, "did you like the flower?"
I smiled. "Yes, Mr. Killian. Very much, thank you."
He smiled slowly and spoke even slower. "You're welcome."
I couldn't help it. I was looking into those mysteriously seductive eyes and falling even deeper into something I didn't want.
"You know," he said as he stood up, "I think I want you to have your workstation right here in my office. Whatdya say?"
"In your office, Mr. Killian?"
"I asked you what you thought, not to be my echo. Come on, tell me what you think. You wanna work beside me or not?"
I was shocked. "I... well... yes, Mr. Killian. If you think I could be of greater use to you here." He wandered around his desk and stood right in front of me.
"I think you'd be a lot of help to me if you were." He stroked my arm a little bit, sending chills up my spine. "It may even lead to a... promotion."
"Promotion?" I asked. "But I'm happy working-"
"Cut the bullshit, Renee. I can see it in your eyes. You're not the first person to want to move up in the world." He moved even closer to me. "I could make you my new personal assistant."
"But what about-"
"Brenda? Please, she doesn't know her ass from a hole in the ground. But you. You've got every quality she doesn't have. You're on the ball, you know what's going on, you know what's happening. That's the kind of person I want working close to me." He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Very close."
The scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of his bourbon was slowly swirling my mind. Damon looked at me and said, "Whatdya think?"
A voice inside my head shouted, 'What do I think? I'm extremely hot for you, that's what I think!' I wanted to grab him and hold him close to me, even if all I did was just rub his thigh in between mine. I was hoping I wasn't getting too red in the face. "If you think I'm right for the job," I said, "then I accept."
Damon smiled and blinked slowly. "Good girl." He stepped back away from me and looked at his watch. "I've got a meeting downtown in an hour and a half. I want you to come with me."
"Won't Brenda be back in time to go?"
"Why do you think she left?" he grinned. "I told her to take the rest of the day off."
I killed the next hour or so by having my cubicle moved into Damon's office. Then it was off to the Personnel Processing Department to upgrade my job status. I filled out the necessary paperwork and waited about 40 minutes for it to be processed. Once that was done, I headed back upstairs to Damon's office.
I got to his office just in time; he was changing his shirt for the meeting. He was wearing that teal green tiger print shirt with the gray blazer just as he always does. Why he became a game show host and not a fashion model, I don't know. He looked so... commanding in that outfit.
"There you are," he said to me as I walked into his office. "Where did you go?"
"Processing, sir."
"Oh. I thought that maybe I'd scared you off."
I smiled. "No, sir. I was just taking care of some business." He stopped buttoning up his shirt and walked slowly over to me. He wasn't a very tall man, but when he stood in front of me, he loomed over me. His eyes were hungry and probing.
"I like a woman who can... take care of business." My eyes dropped from his down to his chest. Oh, boy did I want to gnaw on him. So tanned, so inviting...
"I can take care of just about anything," I said matter of factly, the innuendo going right over my head. The corner of his mouth raised in a grin.
"I bet you can." Damon left the two top buttons of his shirt open. He put his hands on his hips, inhaled deeply, and stood up as straight as he could. "Shall we?" he asked as he pointed to the door. I grinned as I passed in front of him, and I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I walked.
We walked down the hallway to the elevator and took that down to the underground parking garage. I stood on one side of the elevator and looked at him as he leaned up against the corner. I wanted him badly. I could tell by the way he was staring at me that he was mentally undressing me. And I didn't mind in the slightest.
All at once, the ride was over and Damon escorted me from the elevator to his red custom-stretch limousine. This may sound a little strange, but I've always thought of Damon's limo as a sign of masculinity; kind of a phallic symbol, I guess. It's big, strong, and powerful, like a certain part of the male anatomy. Yet at the same time, it's sleek, stylish, and elegant.
He climbed in and sat down near the onboard bar and fixed himself a drink as I situated myself next to him. "Would you like something?" he asked.
"No thank you, Mr. Killian," I said with a small smile. He nodded and poured himself a double whiskey on the rocks.
"So," he said in a very disarming tone, "is this your first ride in a limo?"
"Yes, it is," I answered. I looked around at the plush interior. "I'm not used to riding in style."
He laughed softly. "I think it's about time you did. Stick with me, darlin', and you'll get nothin' but style."
After a bit of conversation, Damon and I went over some figures and estimating the show's projected rate increase, as well as discussing viewer comments.
"According to a recent poll, many of the viewers would rather see explosions instead of a shoot out."
He shook his head disapprovingly. "The viewers are just so violent. I don't know what's gotten into them. What else?"
I looked through my notes. "Uh... The Network just picked up a new sponsor called AeroSpace International, formerly the Bell AeroSpace Company of Wheatfield, New York. They want you to be their pitch man for the new super-sonic criminal transport jet."
"A what?"
"Evidently, it's a plane loaded with criminals and it flies above the speed of sound, then it loses altitude rapidly and slams into the ground."
"I can't do that!" he yells. "I'll be pitching against my own show!" He threw his hands up in the air, knocking my mousepen out of my hands and said, "No wonder we can't get any decent runners on the show." He looked down and noticed me bending forwards to get my pen. "Sorry."
"That's alright." The limo driver hit a bump in the road and the pen moved further away from me. I crawled down onto the floor and reached for it, but Damon trapped it under his foot. I looked back up at him and he smiled at me. I didn't realize it, but I was now partially in between his knees. My hand pulled and fought for the pen, but he wouldn't give it up.
"Why are you fighting me?" he said with a grin.
"I wasn't, sir. I was just getting my pen." He slouched down into the seat just a little bit, opened his knees just a little more, and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe... just maybe... I wanted you to stay down there?"
Uh oh. I had a pretty good idea of what was going to come next.
"No. Why?" I rested back on my heels.
"Well," he said, grabbing my hands gently, "I'm having a problem with something, and I was wondering if maybe you could help me out." He slowly brought my hands up to his belt buckle.
"Really?" By now I was so into him, I couldn't stop myself. "Is it... a hard problem?" I slid my hands down to his zipper, feeling the solid bulge underneath it.
He moaned and squirmed in his seat, then said, "Yes... it's very hard."
I took that as my cue to do whatever I wanted to. Still on my knees, I leaned forward and started to undo his shirt, starting at the top and working my way down. When I reached his beltline, I pulled his shirt out and undid it all the way and tossed it open. I touched his tight chest and played with his tan-pink nipples.
"Oooooohh," he sighed. Hearing him sigh was driving me mad. I slid my hands up and down his thighs, leaned in towards his chest and carefully and cautiously kissed it. On one hand, I was scared to death that he wouldn't like that and push me away. But on the other, I love men who are aggressive. Damon reached down and took my face in his hands and tilted it upward so he could kiss me. My hands slid forward and underneath his shirt to his back, feeling every curve along the way. While my fingers gently dug into his skin, my mouth was invaded by his hot, wild tongue. God, how I've waited for this moment. He backed away from me and tilted his head back so I could kiss down the front of his neck. His breathing became heavier the further down I went. My mouth had a mind of its own as it continued down his chest... down to his flat stomach.... finally coming to his belt buckle. I remember looking at it for a second and then looked up at Damon's face. He looked so hot; his eyes closed, his mouth open slightly, and his head tilted back. I wished my hands could have unbuckled him faster.
Once his belt was loosened, I undid the button and slid down the zipper and reached inside. Damon made the most seductive moan I've ever heard as I took his warm, hard manhood in my hand.
"Come on," he urged softly. "Suck me off." I closed my eyes and took his whole cock into my mouth and immediately started to work him. His hands grabbed at my hair as I slowly sucked on him. I let him slide all the way to the back of my throat before I gently clamped my lips down on him, letting my teeth tease the entire length of his shaft as I backed off. When I got to the head, I clamped down a little more as I watched his face fill with enjoyment. While looking at him, I reached up and stroked his chest as I continued to blow him. "God," he muttered slowly, "this..... feels so.... good...." Both of his hands were lost in my hair again as I started to move faster. "Yeeeessss..."
All at once I realized how turned on I had become. Just listening to him moan had made me wet. "Oooohh, Renee," he moaned, "oooohh." I loved what I was doing to him, and what it was doing to me. I'll never forget the way he looked, the way he tasted, the way he smelled. Everything was just perfect. "You do this.... really well," he said breathlessly. "Do you fuck this good, too?"
I slowed my movement down and pulled him out of my mouth, licking the shaft. His member had swollen a lot since I first started sucking on him. "I don't know, Mr. Killian."
"Come here and let me find out." I stood up as far as I could and he lifted my skirt just enough to slide my panties off. Holding my skirt up, he gently guided me forward so I was straddling him, then he set me down onto his cock. I've never felt a man as big as him before. I started to rock over him as he hurried to unbutton my blouse and kiss my breasts. He suckled them and fondled them as he let me move over his huge pole. His strong, warm hands cradled my ass as I bounced slowly over him. My fingers were lost in his silver hair as I held him to my bare chest.
"Oooohh, Renee," he huffed, "you are.... incredible...."
"Mmmm... so are you, Mr. Killian."
He drew in one long breath and huffed, "Damon. When you fuck me, call me Damon."
"Yes, Damon..." I felt myself getting closer to that indescribable moment. I set one hand on his shoulder and the other one behind me on his knee. I arched my back a little and I let one of his hands wander up between my breasts while the other stayed on my ass. I grabbed his hand on my chest and held on tight as I screamed and climaxed. Oh, God I never came like that in my entire life! I opened my eyes and watched his face as he poured into me hard. He growled like a wild animal as he emptied himself. As that fantastic wave subsided, he pulled me forward and buried his face into my chest. I let him kiss my breasts as I kissed the top of his head. We sat in silence, still joined for the next few moments and just held onto one another. I was getting hot for him again just by listening to him breath.
"Renee," he said, "you don't know how much I needed that."
I stroked his hair and said, "Shhhh... don't say anything. Just let the whole moment sink in."
"Yes," he said, his cheek resting on my breast. His warm breath teased my nipple as he exhaled. I could feel his warm hands rubbing my back from under my blouse.
After a few more minutes of being together, I got up and redressed myself while he remained seated just as he was.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I don't think the sponsors will appreciate me walking into the meeting half dressed."
"What meeting?"
My ears shot up. "The sponsors wanted a meeting with you today to discuss the AeroSpace International contract-"
He sat quietly for a second. "I lied to you. There isn't a meeting."
I sat silent and looked at him. "You lied to me?"
"Yes. I only said there was a meeting so I could... be alone with you."
Alright. Now I was confused. "Couldn't you have asked me out on a date like a normal guy?"
"I could have," he said as he took my hand, "but you have to admit, that would have been boring. Right? I mean, you look like a woman who could stand a little danger and mystery now and then."
"If I wanted danger and mystery, I would be sleeping with James Bond."
His eyes narrowed. "Don't get mad." Damon carefully puts himself away. "You liked it." He pushed my hair off of my shoulders. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Damon, er... Mr. Killian, I'm confused. I don't know what-"
"Renee, listen to me," he said kindly. He turned in his seat to face me. "For the past few months, I've noticed the way you look at me. I could read it on your face how much you wanted me." I sat back in my seat and tried to let this enormous chunk of reality set in. He knew that he drove me crazy. I set my hand on Damon's knee and he took it. "I hope that you can find it in your heart to love a foolish man like me."
His words blew me away. I had no idea that Damon Killian was a soft-hearted man who needed love like all of us. I guess his 'tough guy' exterior tricked me. Or maybe it was still a trick...
"Mr. Killian, I-"
"Damon," he said quietly.
"Damon, I... don't know what to tell you..."
"Tell me you'll think about it. Say that you'll consider my request. You needn't give me an answer now, but soon. That's all I ask."
I thought for a second, then answered, "I'll do that." He grinned and squeezed my hand gently.
"Thank you. Oh, and Renee," he said, "don't tell anyone around the Network that I'm a... you know..."
"Sensitive guy?"
"Shhhh! Yeah. I don't want anyone to think that Damon Killian is a pushover."
I smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Killian. You secret's safe with me." He pushed a button on the armrest to talk to the driver.
"Take us back to the garage. We're skippin' the meeting."
"Yes sir." As the driver turned the car around, I sat staring blankly into space.
After we returned to the empty garage, the driver left Damon and I alone. We both got out of the car and looked at each other. Damon, of course, leaned on the car in his patented tough guy mystique.
"So," he said with a smirk, "did you enjoy your ride?"
"Yes, I did," I answered.
He opened his arms and said, "Then come over here and thank me." I slowly walked into his waiting arms and kissed him on the mouth.
"Take me for another ride, Damon. Please." His green eyes flashed with excitement.
"Hang on for dear life," he said as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His strong hands wandered all over my body as he pulled me down towards the hood of the limo. Damon picked me up and set me down on the hood, then started to unbutton my blouse again with a mad fury. All I could do was run my hands through his gorgeous silver hair and secretly beg for him to move faster. His hands were so warm and pleasing as he threw my blouse open and nuzzled his face between my breasts.
"Oh, Damon..." I quickly started to open his shirt so I could touch him again. Once his shirt was open, I ran my hands down his over his hair and down his back, holding his naked chest to mine. His hands disappeared between us, sliding down to his pants to unleash his hard hammer.
"Do you need me again?" he asked rhetorically, his voice almost growling.
"Yes," I gasped. He pushed me down onto my back and pushed my skirt up. His fingers took my panties and slid them off. Then Damon pushed my thighs open and thrust into me hard. He felt harder inside me than before.
"Oh, yes," I moaned. Damon then laced our fingers together above my head and steadily rocked me. I could feel the car moving in time with us underneath. After a few moments of incredible passion, he got off of me and pulled me up with him. He turned me around and leaned me against the hood and plunged into me again.
"Now, we're gonna do it my way," he said breathlessly. His hands grabbed my hips and wouldn't let go as I let him dominate me. Every so often, he'd lean forward to whimper or moan in my ear, driving me wild. I looked at our reflections in the windshield; we looked great together.
As I neared orgasm, I thought my knees were going to buckle underneath me from his pounding force. This was more fantastic than the round we had inside the car. My body shook from his demanding thrusts, sending me over the edge into that wonderful place of pleasure. He started to rub me faster and faster until he exploded within me. He let out a deep throated moan as he emptied himself totally.
"Oh, Damon," I moaned as he rested against me, "you were amazing."
"I know," he panted, kissing my neck softly. "You were fantastic."
Stealing a line from his narcissistic vocabulary, I said, "I know."
See? That's one way to move up the corporate ladder.