***SATURDAY SLUT STORIES - CONFIDENCE CLASS IN VEGAS - Part ..

***SATURDAY SLUT STORIES - CONFIDENCE CLASS IN VEGAS - Part 2*** Rich knew as well as the rest of his family that he was single. He’d actually been engaged at one point a few years back, but his former fiancé broke it off after too many disputes about their work habits. She thought he worked too much and he thought she didn’t work hard enough. It was a dispute they never resolved, but as time went on, Joe suspected she might have been right to some extent. After completing the cocktails, Riley handed him one and sat down next to him. She sat extra close too, so much so that he could smell her perfume, which exuded every kind of sexiness imaginable. Joe almost dropped the cocktail, his hands trembling as he felt her body so close to his. “Relax, Mr. Riverston,” she said to him. “It’s a light martini, I promise. It’s not going to get you hammered before your big moment.” “That’s not what worries me,” Joe said. “Well, I’m here to limit those worries so take a deep breath. Relax. This may very well be the most enjoyable commute you’ve ever had.” She made it sound so tantalizing. Joe ended up sipping his drink, gulping it down quicker than usual. Riley remained much more relaxed, casually leaning on him as the limousine started moving. It was slow going, just getting out of the airport. They were heading right into the morning rush-hour. Usually, that was the most frustrating part of Joe’s morning. Today, though, felt different. “A lot of powerful, confident men come through this town,” Riley said after finishing half of her drink. “I’ve met plenty of them. Seen quite a few of them naked too. In my line of work, you tend to pick up on things along the way…things like whose power is weak and whose confidence is false.” “Sounds like an interesting kind of work,” Joe commented with an awkward grin. “It is, for the most part,” she said, “although, it gets downright inane when that false power and phony confidence falter. It tends to separate the men who are genuine from those who are frauds.” “Oh? Just out of curiosity, what kind of man am I?” The beautiful woman laughed and smiled, her expression lighting up the limo like the Las Vegas strip. Setting aside her drink, she proceeded to climb onto his lap, snaking her arms around his neck and draping her shapely lags over his thighs. The way they rubbed against him got his bl00d flowing in directions that he wasn’t used to at this early morning hour. “Even without knowing your story or why you’re here in Sin City, I’ve got a knack for seeing men for who they really are,” she told him, “and you, Joe Riverston…you’re no fraud.” “That’s…a relief,” he said, swallowing nervously. “And it makes my job that much easier,” she said. “I’ve found that when it comes to providing therapeutic company to men, the genuine ones are much easier to work with than the frauds…easier and rewarding.” Riley whispered that into his ear as though it were the greatest turn-on in the world. There was no way a woman so beautiful could be that aroused by a man who’d been shoved into a position of power at his job. Could it? Joe wasn’t sure what to think anymore. He ended up gulping down the rest of his drink before locking his eyes on Riley, not even noticing whether the limo was moving. “Genuine men don’t always have confidence, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t capable,” she went on. “Some lack the opportunity. Some lack the grit. Some just lack the drive.” “Well, I’ve got the opportunity part down,” Joe said. “To be honest, it kind of found me and I almost didn’t accept it.” “And yet, you did,” she pointed out. “You’re here in Las Vegas, you’ve got a chance to do something special with your career, and you wouldn’t have gotten that opportunity if you hadn’t worked for it.” “Which is ironic,” he said, “because a lot of people say I work too hard.” “And that’s perfectly respectable, so long as you find a way to balance it out. That’s why places like Las Vegas exist and why women like me have a job.” The way she rubbed her thigh against his groin, though, causing more bl00d to flow to his lower body, made him reconsider his expectations. Whatever her job, she took it very seriously. With a determined glint in her eye, she shifted her body so that she straddled his lap, both knees resting at his side while she held onto his shoulders. Those big, surgically-enhanced breasts of hers were in his face again. It helped him forget his anxiety about the upcoming conference, but supplemented a different kind of tension that was growing by the second. “If you’re up for it, I’d like to be the one who gives you that balance,” Riley said. “You’ve worked so hard for everything you’ve had. You should enjoy the fruits of your labor.” “I…I want to,” Joe found himself saying, “but is that something I should do mere hours before a big conference?” “I’d argue that’s the best possible time. It’s only when we balance work and play that we can appreciate both. For a genuine man like you, Joe Riverston, I believe it’ll give you the confidence and strength you desire.” Being the analytical person he was, Joe questioned that approach. However, he promptly ceased such doubts when Riley pulled him into a deep kiss. As soon as he tasted those sweet, succulent lips of hers, a wave of relaxation and calmness overcame him. All that stress and restlessness he felt earlier just melted away like ice in the desert. As he settled into that mood, Riley lightly grasped his wrists and guided them around her waist. Her womanly curves felt so good to touch, as though doing so shielded him from doubts and distractions. As she wrestled her lips with his, she felt him unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Since he’d been feeling hot anyways – and not just due to the desert heat, for that matter – he didn’t mind in the slightest. “There’s a strong, confident man in you, Joe,” Riley said upon placing her hands on his chest. “I can feel it.” “Yeah…feel it,” he said in his deepening daze. After removing his shirt completely, Riley affectionately kissed down his face and neck, slipping off his lap in the process and dropping to her knees. Inch by inch, she tasted his flesh. It felt good, like the touch of an angel healing his distressed state. Eventually, her lips passed by his abdomen and reached the hem of his pants. In short order, showing the skill of a true professional, she undid them with ease and pulled them down to his ankles, boxers and all. As soon as his dick popped out, it was already semi-hard. Between the stunning presence of this woman and her talented touch, he’d already gotten more aroused than he’d ever been before nine in the morning. She didn’t waste time making use of it either, grasping the base of his member with both hands and sensually trailing her tongue over the tip. “Oh Riley,” Joe said, now leaning back further on the plush leather seat. “You see? Your confidence is already growing!” she teased. “Here, let me help it grow a little more.” Joe offered no resistance. What she was doing was clearly working, so to speak. He already felt more confident, as most straight men would in the presence of a beautiful woman. He felt even more when she took the full length of his growing member into her mouth, those sweet red lips of hers making contact with his manly flesh. He let out a deep moan of contentment, a feeling he thought impossible after he boarded his plane several hours ago. Closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the seat, he took in the breadth of the feeling as this beautiful woman gave him oral sex. “Oh my God!” he moaned. “Riley…that feels so good.” “Mmm…feeling more confident, Mr. Riverston?” she purred while stroking his cock. “Hell yeah!” Joe said without hesitation. ***To Be Continued...***