with you guys. Everyone made the trip okay?"
"Yeah. Who is this new Senior Manager? We met briefly at the airport, but I need to know more. The woman is hot as fucking sin." Ben ran his fingers through his hair.
Damon chuckled. Delilah was beautiful, but Ben was way out of his league if he was thinking about hitting on her. She wasn't the type of woman to date anyone who wasn't wealthy like a well-worn coat. She got that from her mother, as Christa had too. They looked a lot alike, but Christa's hair was darker, her tits bigger and she had a nefarious look on her pretty face all the time. Delilah not so much.
"She's actually a good friend from my high school days. I dated her sister... you know, Christa."
"Dude. I seriously thought she was Christa, but when she introduced herself..."
"They do look a lot alike. Maybe too much." Damon sighed and sunk down into the booth behind him.
"You miss her?" Ben lifted his eyebrow.
"What? Hell no. She was, wait... is a bitch. Greedy and selfish with her eyes on nothing more than scoring a prize. I'm nobody’s trophy. Screw that shit." Damon rolled his shoulders and took his drink from the server as it was delivered.
"Interesting."
Damon lifted his eyebrow. "Why is that interesting?"
"I would have thought she was your trophy. After you being top dog in Kappa Alpha all through college and sleeping with just about every vagina on campus..."
"I didn't sleep with a lot of women."
"Fuck that, you didn't. You're getting old and senile. You slept with a lot of girls. Period." Ben rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his chest, letting it rest on his portly stomach. "Remember that contest you and Kendal had every year."
"Agh, fuck. Don't remind me of that." He laughed, finally relaxing enough to kick-back and let his guard down. It didn't happen too often, but Ben was an old friend. The poor guy hadn't gotten very far in life, but he was a hard worker and would eventually figure out how to play the game. It was always more about who you knew than what you were capable of.
"Someone should. You're a completely different guy now, or maybe you aren’t, shit, I don't know." He shrugged. "I saw Kendal a few months back, and he's changed completely. Stiff as hell and seems to have a chip on his shoulder."
"I've changed a lot." Damon nursed his drink, thinking of all the women he took to his bed before growing up a little. They weren't toys, though most wished they were. It was disturbing and the older he got, the more he moved away from giving in to their desires, even if they matched his own. Bethany was different. Why, he was unsure, but the fact remained. If she wanted it, all she'd have to do was say so, but therein lied the challenge. She wasn't ballsy enough to stand up to him yet. She was almost there, but not quite yet. "Kendal has a lot of reason to withdraw. He worked his balls off to get that job at the university. Thanks to some whorish child with stars in her eyes, he almost lost everything."
"I'd love to hear that story."
"Then ask him. It's not my tale to tell." Damon turned as a busty girl with big green eyes and long dark hair walked up. Her blue dress was tight, leaving plenty of her tits bouncing above the top of it. Red lipstick and a pretty pink tongue that darted out and licked at her mouth. She knew she was hot.
"Hi boys. My friends over there and I were wondering if you might like to buy us a drink." She smiled as Ben grunted.
"Nope. We're gay. Can't you tell?" He lifted his eyebrow and glanced across the table at Damon. "Women nowadays. Jeez."
Damon chuckled and lifted his glass to the girl. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."
"Wait. Are you?" The girl shifted her eyes back and forth between Damon and Ben.
"We don't kiss and tell." Damon finished his drink and pulled out his laptop as she walked away, mumbling about how all the good ones were taken.
"You're welcome." Ben tapped the table between them.
"Thank you?" Damon popped open the computer and
"Yeah. Who is this new Senior Manager? We met briefly at the airport, but I need to know more. The woman is hot as fucking sin." Ben ran his fingers through his hair.
Damon chuckled. Delilah was beautiful, but Ben was way out of his league if he was thinking about hitting on her. She wasn't the type of woman to date anyone who wasn't wealthy like a well-worn coat. She got that from her mother, as Christa had too. They looked a lot alike, but Christa's hair was darker, her tits bigger and she had a nefarious look on her pretty face all the time. Delilah not so much.
"She's actually a good friend from my high school days. I dated her sister... you know, Christa."
"Dude. I seriously thought she was Christa, but when she introduced herself..."
"They do look a lot alike. Maybe too much." Damon sighed and sunk down into the booth behind him.
"You miss her?" Ben lifted his eyebrow.
"What? Hell no. She was, wait... is a bitch. Greedy and selfish with her eyes on nothing more than scoring a prize. I'm nobody’s trophy. Screw that shit." Damon rolled his shoulders and took his drink from the server as it was delivered.
"Interesting."
Damon lifted his eyebrow. "Why is that interesting?"
"I would have thought she was your trophy. After you being top dog in Kappa Alpha all through college and sleeping with just about every vagina on campus..."
"I didn't sleep with a lot of women."
"Fuck that, you didn't. You're getting old and senile. You slept with a lot of girls. Period." Ben rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his chest, letting it rest on his portly stomach. "Remember that contest you and Kendal had every year."
"Agh, fuck. Don't remind me of that." He laughed, finally relaxing enough to kick-back and let his guard down. It didn't happen too often, but Ben was an old friend. The poor guy hadn't gotten very far in life, but he was a hard worker and would eventually figure out how to play the game. It was always more about who you knew than what you were capable of.
"Someone should. You're a completely different guy now, or maybe you aren’t, shit, I don't know." He shrugged. "I saw Kendal a few months back, and he's changed completely. Stiff as hell and seems to have a chip on his shoulder."
"I've changed a lot." Damon nursed his drink, thinking of all the women he took to his bed before growing up a little. They weren't toys, though most wished they were. It was disturbing and the older he got, the more he moved away from giving in to their desires, even if they matched his own. Bethany was different. Why, he was unsure, but the fact remained. If she wanted it, all she'd have to do was say so, but therein lied the challenge. She wasn't ballsy enough to stand up to him yet. She was almost there, but not quite yet. "Kendal has a lot of reason to withdraw. He worked his balls off to get that job at the university. Thanks to some whorish child with stars in her eyes, he almost lost everything."
"I'd love to hear that story."
"Then ask him. It's not my tale to tell." Damon turned as a busty girl with big green eyes and long dark hair walked up. Her blue dress was tight, leaving plenty of her tits bouncing above the top of it. Red lipstick and a pretty pink tongue that darted out and licked at her mouth. She knew she was hot.
"Hi boys. My friends over there and I were wondering if you might like to buy us a drink." She smiled as Ben grunted.
"Nope. We're gay. Can't you tell?" He lifted his eyebrow and glanced across the table at Damon. "Women nowadays. Jeez."
Damon chuckled and lifted his glass to the girl. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."
"Wait. Are you?" The girl shifted her eyes back and forth between Damon and Ben.
"We don't kiss and tell." Damon finished his drink and pulled out his laptop as she walked away, mumbling about how all the good ones were taken.
"You're welcome." Ben tapped the table between them.
"Thank you?" Damon popped open the computer and
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