Spring break in Fort Lauderdale was calling my name. I had been there a handful of times when I was attending college at NYU, earning my Master’s in finance and business. But I hadn’t been back in a few years. I needed a break. I hadn’t had time for a vacation since my job at Steel Inc. as CFO kept me busy, and the owners, my brothers by choice, kept me even busier.
Jase, my best friend and CEO of Steel, was back to being the man I knew he would someday be. He was married with one kid and another on the way. He was still a pain in the ass, but his wife, my cousin, had his ass in check—well as much as anyone could have him in check. The others were attached too. Thank God!
Normally I had a bro in tow, but not this time. I was going to lay my ass in the sand, check out the scenery, get drunk, and bring back whoever I wanted to take out this pent up sexual frustration on.
Drunken, mindless, no-holding-back sex. It had been awhile since I had been able to hook up with someone just because. Just because I liked her ass, or the way she smiled, or the little twitch my dick did when I saw something I wanted to be inside of.
Sex now was planned. Does she work for us? Does she work for someone connected to us? Will she be just about the physical, or will she be a creeper? No more random hook ups with someone I could just bring home, rumple the sheets with, and see where it led. Now I had responsibilities, big responsibilities, and I wasn’t about to fuck them up. I would never live it down if I did. I had to give the damn sexual harassment class to my bros on several occasions. It wasn’t in the job description, but it was necessary to keep the empire from crumbling.
The past year I took to hiring escorts, and I’m not ashamed of it, either. Lines were not blurred; it was a win-win situation. I had a handful of favorites and a rotation. I took care not to call on the same one within a two-week period. I didn’t need it getting around that I was a bit demanding in bed.
The more stress, the more demanding I became. In my job, stress ran through me like a contagious virus ran over a subway train’s handrail. I caught it every time. I admit to being a little uptight. I micro-manage, but am working on relinquishing that control, a little at a time of course. I didn’t want to fail. Who the hell graduates college and lands a position like this? Add the fact that I am bound to the owners, they’re family. Stress, yeah, by the boatload.
So as I stand in the boarding line ready to step into the airplane I am struggling, but as my cousin Carly said when she dropped me off at the airport, “There’s more to life than work Abe. You deserve more.”
This was after she rid me of the laptop and tablet I had packed in my carry on. When I tried to take it back, she warned me further, “So help me god, Abe, I’m knocked up and Jase is treating me like I’m a porcelain doll. I’m frustrated as all get out. Don’t push me,” she growled, then cleared her throat and smiled trying to make light of her outburst. I wasn’t about to argue with her.
Carly had definitely changed since she met my best friend. Gone was the awkward fun loving, go with the flow kind of girl I grew up loving. She was replaced by a woman trying to keep control of herself. A woman who had to try to control the uncontrollable. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had grown a set of balls.
I sat in first class, fighting my inner control freak. I was going to have a damn good time starting now. As luck would have it, the sexy brunette flight attendant came up and asked if I wanted a drink.
“Scotch on the rocks. Keep them coming.”
She smiled and winked, “Anything else?”
I didn’t answer right away; I just looked at her, taking a moment to see if I still had any of my old charm left. Her face heated up nicely as I raked my eyes down to her perfect little protruding nipples. I still had it.
She glanced down and blushed.
I leaned over and whispered, “Short flight so that’ll be all.”
She swallowed hard and nodded, “Give me … give me just a moment.”
I watched her hips sashay up towards the beverage cart and I felt a stir in my pants.
When she returned she smiled and set my drink on the fold out table, “Enjoy. If there is anything else please let me know.” She started to turn and stopped, “I have a layover in Ft. Lauderdale. I could show you around a little if you’d like.”
I nodded once, “I’m not looking for anything more than a good time.”
“I’m not offering anything else.”
I nodded again.
“I’ll meet you outside gate twelve. I have a room at the Hilton airport hotel.”
“Perfect.”
She walked away. I was tempted to stop her and ask what her name was, but I decided it really didn’t matter.
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