anything
else you’d like to know about the company or the position?”
“Are you gay?”
I laugh out loud. I’m not offended
at all.
“I get that all the time. But I like
the fact you asked me directly. I respect that.”
In fact, I respect people who aren’t
intimidated by my position and power. She’s scored many points with this
question.
“And the answer is ‘no’. I don’t do
relationships. I don’t have time, or energy, for all the dating ritual. My
business is practically a 24/7 responsibility but the tabloids have a whole
different version for my love life.”
“It’s a pity.”
I just raise an eyebrow at her
comment and she quickly adds.
“I mean, not having time for
yourself. I understand the sacrifices your position requires but you’re young
and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life,” she blushes and her
breathing is quick. She seemed so poised up to a few seconds ago that I feel
sorry for her now.
“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. You are
very kind. But not dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I do,
believe me. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi never see me
on these occasions,” I smile openly, trying to put her at ease. It doesn’t help
because her face is bright red and she squirms in the chair. I decide to put an
end to her misery. I stand up and stretch my hand. “Well, it’s been a pleasure
talking to you. My people will call you later today with the details. When can
you start?”
“As soon as you need me.”
“Be here tomorrow at nine. Mr.
Franklin will show you around and start your training.”
I go around the desk to see her to
the door and, at the same time, I text Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel
in 15 minutes. That’s why I don’t see her halt a few feet from the door. I bump
into her back and dive to catch my phone before it hits the polished floor. To
my utter embarrassment, I miscalculate the distance and practically grab her
soft, round backside together with my phone.
“I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”
“Don’t worry. I stopped abruptly.
It’s my fault.”
My imagination is playing tricks on
me again. I could swear her voice trembled and her words came out as a
breathless whisper. I shake my head and open the door to her.
“Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure
you’ll be a great addition to our team.”
“Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. See you
tomorrow.”
I close the door, send an email to
the Personnel Department, turn off the computer and run out of the office. My
morning had been filled with steamy fantasies starring Mark plus the night
episode with my dildo followed by the shower fun. None of which had been
enough. I need the real thing today. As I take my private elevator down to the
lobby and press my hand lightly over my aching sex, I don’t understand why I
see a pair of round female thighs slowly opening for me instead of Mark’s
muscular ones.
* * *
*
“Mark, sweetie, I’m so sorry. But
it’s not working for me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
I unlock the cuffs I used to tie him
to the headboard and plop beside Mark on the bed. I’d been straddling him for a
long time, riding his rigid, huge member, trying to get off on his hot body but
couldn’t manage to build a climax for myself.
“I am sorry, Carol. I don’t know
what I did wrong. I came so hard inside you. That usually does it for you,
right?”
He looks so crestfallen as he leans
down to kiss me, I smile at him and ruffle his hair.
“It’s not your fault, silly. It’s
just that I’m so stressed-out. I can’t sleep, I can’t relax. I thought fucking
would help me out with that. Besides, you played a starring role in my date
with a dildo last night until the damn batteries died. Today I wanted the real
thing. At least you had a great time, huh?”
“But let me try one last thing,
babe. I don’t want you to be frustrated.”
He smiles and starts kissing his way
down my body. He
else you’d like to know about the company or the position?”
“Are you gay?”
I laugh out loud. I’m not offended
at all.
“I get that all the time. But I like
the fact you asked me directly. I respect that.”
In fact, I respect people who aren’t
intimidated by my position and power. She’s scored many points with this
question.
“And the answer is ‘no’. I don’t do
relationships. I don’t have time, or energy, for all the dating ritual. My
business is practically a 24/7 responsibility but the tabloids have a whole
different version for my love life.”
“It’s a pity.”
I just raise an eyebrow at her
comment and she quickly adds.
“I mean, not having time for
yourself. I understand the sacrifices your position requires but you’re young
and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life,” she blushes and her
breathing is quick. She seemed so poised up to a few seconds ago that I feel
sorry for her now.
“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. You are
very kind. But not dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I do,
believe me. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi never see me
on these occasions,” I smile openly, trying to put her at ease. It doesn’t help
because her face is bright red and she squirms in the chair. I decide to put an
end to her misery. I stand up and stretch my hand. “Well, it’s been a pleasure
talking to you. My people will call you later today with the details. When can
you start?”
“As soon as you need me.”
“Be here tomorrow at nine. Mr.
Franklin will show you around and start your training.”
I go around the desk to see her to
the door and, at the same time, I text Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel
in 15 minutes. That’s why I don’t see her halt a few feet from the door. I bump
into her back and dive to catch my phone before it hits the polished floor. To
my utter embarrassment, I miscalculate the distance and practically grab her
soft, round backside together with my phone.
“I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”
“Don’t worry. I stopped abruptly.
It’s my fault.”
My imagination is playing tricks on
me again. I could swear her voice trembled and her words came out as a
breathless whisper. I shake my head and open the door to her.
“Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure
you’ll be a great addition to our team.”
“Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. See you
tomorrow.”
I close the door, send an email to
the Personnel Department, turn off the computer and run out of the office. My
morning had been filled with steamy fantasies starring Mark plus the night
episode with my dildo followed by the shower fun. None of which had been
enough. I need the real thing today. As I take my private elevator down to the
lobby and press my hand lightly over my aching sex, I don’t understand why I
see a pair of round female thighs slowly opening for me instead of Mark’s
muscular ones.
* * *
*
“Mark, sweetie, I’m so sorry. But
it’s not working for me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
I unlock the cuffs I used to tie him
to the headboard and plop beside Mark on the bed. I’d been straddling him for a
long time, riding his rigid, huge member, trying to get off on his hot body but
couldn’t manage to build a climax for myself.
“I am sorry, Carol. I don’t know
what I did wrong. I came so hard inside you. That usually does it for you,
right?”
He looks so crestfallen as he leans
down to kiss me, I smile at him and ruffle his hair.
“It’s not your fault, silly. It’s
just that I’m so stressed-out. I can’t sleep, I can’t relax. I thought fucking
would help me out with that. Besides, you played a starring role in my date
with a dildo last night until the damn batteries died. Today I wanted the real
thing. At least you had a great time, huh?”
“But let me try one last thing,
babe. I don’t want you to be frustrated.”
He smiles and starts kissing his way
down my body. He
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