15
Brian returned to Miami on Sunday, and both he and Jillian described their respective parties simply as fine. No other details were given.
At work the next day, Brian was in his office when a call came in from the division vice president, Tom Myers.
"This is Brian."
"Brian, Tom Myers here. Can we go over the figures on the quarterly report?"
"Just give me a second to pull it up. You mind if I put you on speaker?"
"Nope."
Brian hit the speaker button and then cradled the handset. As he struggled to find the directory on his computer, his boss, Richard Brown rushed into his office. He closed the door. "Hey look—"
Brian interrupted him. "I'm in the middle of something with Tom, can I—"
"Myers?" Richard asked with a frown.
Brian nodded.
"F*ck Tom. I need to talk to you now."
Brian's eyes widened, and he glanced at his phone to see the green light was indicating that he was still connected.
"But Tom is on—"
"Tom's on his way out of here. I'll be sitting in that office soon," Richard shot back.
Brian slowly moved a document so it was covering the green light on the phone. He leaned back in his chair thinking, This should be good.
Tom Myers’s jaw was wide open as he sat listening to the speakerphone in his office. He hit the mute button and then rushed over and closed his door. He returned to his desk wearing a big smile. He hated that prick Richard and was also looking forward to what would come next.
Back in Brian's office, Brian asked, "So what do you need?"
Richard sat back in a chair. "Look, Brian, I like you. I think you have a future here."
"Okay."
"There was a problem with those loans you reviewed for me a couple months back. You didn’t find any discrepancies, and after the regulators reviewed them—"
"I did find a bunch of issues. I detailed them all in the report I submitted to you."
"I didn't get any report."
Brian sighed. "I printed it out. It was on the stack when I placed it in your office, and I sent you a second copy by e-mail."
"Whatever. There was no report when the files went to the regulators and now we're officially under investigation by the government for not reporting the—"
"I sent you the damn report," Brian interrupted.
Richard stood and glared at him, "Look, you little shit. It's your word against mine. You back me up on this, and there will be good things ahead for you. Especially when I'm sitting in Tom's big office. You f*ck me on this, and I'll bury you here."
Brian's heart was pumping wildly. He stared at Richard. "I quit."
Richard looked shocked and then he smiled. "Actually that's probably best. I didn't think it was working out anyway."
Tom's voice blasted out of the speakerphone as he said, "Richard, I need to see you in my office. Now!"
Richard glanced around the room confused, and then he caught sight of the phone. Brian grinned as he slid the page away that had covered the green light.
"Richard?"
Richard took a deep breath and as his face turned pale white, he said, "Tom, we were just—"
"Save it, Brown. Come to my office now."
The phone went dead, and Richard stood there speechless. Brian said tentatively, "I guess you'll be sitting in Tom's office a little sooner that you originally thought."
Richard glared at him, ripped open the door, and then took off. Brian stood and paced around the room with his heart still pumping and his hands clammy. He did hate that a*shole, but he also hated being stuck in this office. He couldn't stand the job. Brian felt a wave of relief pass over him. He had just quit. He had actually done it. He sighed and then sat back in his chair staring out the window.
Ten minutes later Brian was standing and collecting his things in a small box when Tom Myers walked through the door.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked.
"I already quit. Richard is a complete—"
"F*cking a*shole. I know. He's gone. Security ushered him out a few minutes ago."
"Okay, but I'm not sure if this place is…"
Tom took a seat and looked at him sincerely as he said, "You didn’t really quit. I mean, you told some guy who was about to be fired that you quit, so we won't hold you to that."
Brian moved to his chair. "I just don't think I want to do this anymore."
Tom scoffed. "You've been doing it what—four months?" Brian nodded, and Tom continued, "We like what we've seen from you so far. If you had a little more experience, I could see putting you into the just recently vacated director’s position, but I can't justify it yet."
"I understand."
"Look, I'll need to fill that job now. I could bring in someone from another division, temporarily, then when you've been here a year or so, and if your work continues, I'll definitely promote you. I give you my word."
"That's a great offer." Brian paused thinking. "I appreciate it, but I think I'm going to leave. I'm getting married on Saturday, and I just don't see myself doing this ten years from now. I've got to find something else to do—maybe something creative. I can't just stare at these documents and numbers all day without wanting to kill myself." Brian looked at Tom and was surprised to see him wearing a sad expression. "Sorry, I meant no offence."
"Oh, no," Tom gave him a look like he was almost on the verge of tears and continued, "Please take me with you."
Brian chucked and Tom pulled himself together a bit. "Just kidding." As Tom's face morphed back into sadness, Brian knew he wasn't kidding and was even more confident now of his own decision.
Thirty minutes later, Brian arrived at home. He knew Jillian wanted him to quit, but for some reason he was a little scared of what she might think. She probably really wanted him to find something else to do before he left this job. He looked upstairs, and when he didn't find her there, he searched the rest of the house. He finally discovered her in the workout room, stretching with her leg on the ballet bar. She wore a tiny leotard and looked amazing.
"What are you doing home?"
He moved to sit on the weight bench as he began, "You know how you wanted me to quit my job?"
She pulled her foot off the bar and then replied, "Yeah." Her face wore a bright, hopeful expression.
He nodded and flashed an insecure smile. She smiled widely as she rushed to him and then knelt in front of him. "What happened?"
"Richard was blaming me for some problem that was his fault. I had the VP on the phone, and Richard didn't realize. It's a long story, but I quit. They fired Richard and wanted me to stay, but I just—"
She interrupted him with a long kiss and when she pulled back she gave him a sincere look. "You know I love you and will support you in whatever you want to do."
He frowned as he said, "I didn't really give it a chance. But I feel like if I didn't leave now, ten years might go by, and I'd still be there and still be just miserable."
"Take some time and figure out what you want to do. You don't need to rush into anything."
"Okay, but I'm not going to have you pay my bills."
"What bills do you have?"
"The car and my school loans. Also I had my eye on this little gift I wanted to get for you and now—"
"I don't need any gifts from you—other than you, that is."
He smiled at her unconvinced, and he said, "I've got to figure out how to keep myself busy. I won't be some lazy slob sponging off you like your ex-husband."
Jillian moved away from him as she said suggestively, "You're nothing like George."
She pulled the straps of the leotard off her shoulders and then slipped them down to uncover her breasts. His heart pumped faster as he stared at her mesmerized. Jillian continued, "I think I can figure out how to keep you busy." She removed the leotard completely and then moved until she was just under the strap that hung from the ceiling. She slowly lifted her leg until it was in the leg thing position and then widened her eyes to him.
"Seriously?" he asked hopefully.
"Why don't you come over and slip it in."
"But I thought you couldn't hold this position for very long."
Brian stood and began unbuttoning his shirt as she replied, "I've been practicing." He pulled his shirt off quickly and then rushed to unbuckle and pull down his pants. He was already hard as he stood next to her just staring.
She grinned. "Something tells me I won't need to hold this position very long."
Jillian was right. Less than three minutes later it was over. Somehow they pulled it off with her in that position and the pain was a not nearly as bad as she had anticipated. As Jillian rubbed her hand over her cramping thigh muscle she said, "Hey, if you're not going to be working, I insist that you give me more orgasms." They shared a smile. Jillian moved to him and kissed him deeply.
He pulled his lips away from her. "Would you like me to start now?"
She nodded with a sexy smile. He scooped her up into his arms and rushed out of the room.
At the same moment Jillian was having an orgasm, over a thousand miles away Natalie was on her knees in Josh's office rubbing her hand over her attorney's suit pants just over his bulging groin. That morning he had filed the necessary papers with the court and called her with the news. She rushed over as soon as she could. As she continued touching him, she asked, "So when do you think she'll get the news?"
"I have a process server scheduled for both her and her publisher for tomorrow morning. I think a few lunches will be spoiled tomorrow." Josh gave her a cocky grin. Natalie smiled up to him and kept staring into his face as she unzipped his fly. His mouth opened wide as she reached inside and extracted him from his underwear.
He watched closely as she gave him a blow job unmatched by any he had ever received before. She never pulled away, not once, and even after he finished, she kept going.
When she was finally done with him, she wiped her mouth, stood, and then grinned. "When you settle this, you can touch me. In fact, then you can do whatever you want to me." She leaned in an inch from his face and repeated in a whisper, "Whatever you want."
He stared at her panting and struggling to speak. After a moment he simply said with his voice cracking, "Okay."
At just after 6:00 P.M. in Orlando, Rob sat out by the pool and casually took in the sights of the half dozen spectacular, but emotionally or otherwise unavailable working girls as they politely nodded and made occasional casual conversation with him. Rob was working on his fourth beer and really beginning to feel the effects. Carl strolled up in his swimsuit and flopped down next to Rob. He seemed drunk or high or maybe both.
"Hey, Mr. Rodg—I mean Carl."
Carl smiled. "Blow that bonus yet?"
"Not yet."
"Hey that girl I told you about is coming out tonight." Carl eyed Rob's body a little creepily as he added, "Yeah…I think, uh…"
"What?"
Carl closed his eyes, and Rob glanced at him confused. Rob asked, "Carl?"
Carl shook his head as he opened his eyes. "Where were we?"
"Some girl, you were saying she's coming over."
Carl ran his hand over his face to bring himself to life. "Oh, yeah. She's coming over and depending on what kind of mood she's in, do you feel like getting together?"
"Uh, sure."
Carl stood. "Awesome. Keep your phone on you. I might be calling."
About two hours later, Rob was in his apartment watching television and finishing up his sixth beer when his phone rang. He checked the display and saw it was Carl.
"Hey, Carl."
"Rob, she really wants to meet you. Can you come down?"
"Sure."
"We're in the party room—you remember where the Bachelor party was."
"Yeah."
"Hurry down here, dude. Oh and the combination to the lock is seven-one-six-seven. You got it—seven-one-six-seven?"
"Okay."
Five minutes later, Rob dialed the combination into the door lock and went inside carrying a full ice-cold beer. He found a naked young woman lounging on the chaise with Carl kneeling down and having sex with her. He was fully clothed except for his thin penis, which hung out of his fly. The woman he was having sex with was gorgeous, but she appeared a little uninterested.
"Yo, Rob," Carl said without skipping a beat. "Come in." The woman looked at Rob and instantly perked up. She stared at him while licking her lips and moaning. Rob walked in slowly and was mostly creeped out, but a little turned on as he watched the woman who suddenly seemed to really be enjoying the sex.
"Rob, this is Daphne. Daphne, this is the guy I was telling you about."
"Nice to meet you, Rob," she said with a wide sexy smile.
"Good to meet you also."
Carl pulled out of Daphne and walked over to the counter without bothering to cover up. He asked, "You want to do a line?"
Rob stammered, "Uh, no…thanks."
Carl bent over to the counter, snorted, then lifted back up, and rubbed his nose. Carl looked at Rob for a moment dizzied and then headed back to Daphne. He slipped back inside her and began moving his hips.
Daphne stared at Rob as she said, "I feel like sucking a big cock. Do you feel like getting your big cock sucked?"
He really did, and she was hot, but this was a little weird. He was just drunk enough that he unzipped his pants and took it out. He took a big sip and then placed his beer down on a stool next to the chaise. Daphne stared at his penis with her eyes widened and reached out to touch it. She swallowed him whole, and Rob felt Carl's eyes on him as Daphne worked her magic mouth over him.
"Oh, God," Rob moaned and he leaned his head back with his eyes closed.
Carl's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and took the call while still pumping away. He said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Carl walked to a door just ten feet from Rob. Carl fumbled with his keys as he stared back at the two of them completely captivated by the oral pleasures. He tried to put the key in the lock then dropped the set to the floor. He reached down with his eyes still locked on Daphne's mouth, discovered the keys and then glanced at the lock as he inserted the key.
He opened the door and stood with his back against it as he continued to stare at the busy pair. Rob looked up to the ceiling as Daphne worked him harder and harder. He groaned. Carl grabbed a box and placed it against the door to prop it open, then he glanced down to his erection, opened his pants, and uncomfortably tucked it away. He walked to a large garage type, but secure-looking steel rolling door at the back of the room. He pressed a button and the door began to rise up.
Rob glanced to the left inside the propped door and spotted what looked like the door to a giant safe. It was bright steel and looked like a bank vault; Rob moved away from Daphne for a better look. She glared up to him annoyed, but adjusted her position and followed him over. She returned her mouth to him just as the rolling door opened fully and two uniformed security guards each wheeled a hand truck carrying three large crates. Carl looked back to Rob, gave him a thumbs up, and Rob returned the gesture with a weak smile. The two guards and Carl stood in the doorway watching the act, grinning and quietly commenting. Daphne glanced at them, grinned, then moved until her ass was high in air and pointed directly at the three spectators. Carl and the guards stared at her ass, and Rob noticed that the guards were both armed, but he didn't see any markings on their uniforms to indicate what company they were with.
Rob returned his attention to Daphne as she continued her work. He glanced up to the doorway every few seconds as he watched the guards leave, and Carl push the button for the rolling door to close. Daphne pulled away from him, took a big sip of Rob's icy, cold beer, and then plunged her frozen mouth over him again. His mouth flew open, he gasped, and glanced down to her breathlessly. He breathed in deeply and when he had recovered, he glanced back through the door to Carl who now stood in front of the safe dialing in the combination on the huge mechanism. Carl pushed down the handle and pulled open the heavy door just as Daphne pulled away from Rob. She said, "Carl, get back here. I need you."
Rob watched as Carl glanced into the safe, frowned, and then looked to Daphne. He turned toward them, smiled, then reached into his pants, and pulled out his penis. He stroked it as he headed back toward the room. He turned back, with one hand still getting himself ready and with the other, slid the box that was holding the door away. As he rushed back to Daphne, the door closed slowly, but the box was still in its path. The door pushed the box, sliding it against the doorframe and leaving the door open about a foot.
Daphne guided Rob back to his original position, and Carl went back to his, and slipped inside of her. She groaned. Rob watched as Carl looked momentarily concerned at the open door; then Rob saw him put it out of his mind as he focused on Daphne.
A few minutes later, Carl groaned loudly and then slumped over on top of Daphne. Rob groaned next, finishing and Daphne pushed him away. Carl headed back to the counter for another line, and Rob took the opportunity to walk around the far side of the chaise lounge closer to the partially open door. He peered into the room through the open safe. Inside he spotted two stacks of gold bars approximately two feet wide by two feet high by two feet deep. He did a quick count of three bars across, seven bars deep, and it looked to be about ten bars high. He glanced to Carl who was still occupied and then looked back at a stack of hundred dollar bills in an even larger block. He rushed toward the kitchen area before Carl looked for him. Rob washed his hand then zipped up.
Daphne was ready for round two, but Rob said he was too drunk and was feeling sick. Both Carl and Daphne gave him a disappointed look as he left the room. Rob slumped against the wall outside the room with his heart pounding, and it wasn't at all related to the professional quality oral sex.