Executive Assistance

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate caught his smile, it was almost sheepish, no, it was sheepish and she could feel the vibe he was giving her easily. She watched as he walked away and grabbed a towel, her head cocked a bit as she watched him walk away. He was in decent shape for a man his age, he was what guys would call fuckable girls...women...'do-able'.

She turned away and heard what he said and she knew right then and there with the sexy woman comment that he would fuck her if she offered. That was something Kate would keep in mind for whatever reasoning she needed it for. One never knew what the future could hold and what would be needed.

Listening to him, she didn't want to avoid him really, well maybe she did just because she was angry on how he spoke with her earlier in the car. Kate watched as he got two glasses and poured them each a drink, she knew she wasn't a drinker and this may not be the best thing to do after drinking at dinner.

Kate wanted to laugh when he spoke about showing her the larger ones in time, the larger perks...she wondered how 'large' he was and if that was one of the perks. he had that 'playboy' air about him, with some people whether it be male or females you could tell a player when you seen them and she believes he was one.

Reaching forth she took the glass from his hand, letting her fingers caress his in the process. She clinked hers against his and took a sip feeling it burn slightly as it went down her throat. He turned and walked away from her, taking a seat in one of the pool chaise chairs nodding to the one next to it.

She took the seat and stretched her legs out as she held the drink and took another sip, this one going down a little easier. "I want to know what you think about your first day. Because I have some thoughts of my own."

Kate's brow rose up as she heard the question asked of her. "Well Mr. Nash, if I'm permitted to speak freely off the clock which we are I guess in a sense I'll answer you." She took a huge gulp of the liquor and swallowed it feeling it burn worse than the first sip.

"I enjoyed the whole day except when you corrected me at the dinner table, which I could have done for myself. You acted like my father." She took another sip and let it linger within her warm mouth and swallowed it, as it didn't have the burning effect like the previous gulp. "When you ask a question please be more specific. We had just met, and honestly I don't know how to read you yet. If you don't like my answers, don't tell me that it's bullshit. I didn't appreciate that at all."

Kate was loosening up now as she finished off the drink. "All in all it was a definite hard, long interesting day Sir." Her head rolled to the side as she looked over to him and offered a smile. "Now, your thoughts bossman?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"I think you handled John Ross like a pro, and you probably made us a lot of money tonight," Lynden said, taking a pull from his drink, "I also think you have a lot of potential." He considered her complaint carefully. "I wasn't being critical of your answer earlier. The only reason I said it was bullshit is because I felt like you told me the classic interview question that you thought I wanted to hear, instead of the answer you wanted to give, the honest answer." He took another drink. "You already have the job, Katie. And if you impressed Jameson, you don't need to impress me. That was all I meant to convey, nothing more. Your answer was fine. But I felt like there was more....substance to you, that's all. And we play in a pretty big league. Most people want to stay in it once they are there. I'm sorry for any offense." His tone softened a bit.

"I'm happy you're here," he told her. "I liked everything I saw from you today," he said, intentionally highlighting his sight of her naked body in his mind while failing to mention it expressly. "I expect you have a nice future next to me," he again alluded only to the thoughts in the darkest recesses of his mind. Next to me, on top of me, beneath me, with my hand in your hair, he thought to himself, casually glancing at her legs stretched across from her, wondering about how long before he could wrap them around his waist.

It was rare for him to feel so excited about his assistant, or any employee, though she need not know that it would not be the first time. However, it was the first time he was perhaps this reckless in the desire to simply put work aside, or jeopardize his career, for the opportunity to get inside her. He finished his drink and sat the glass on the ground beside him. "I think you are exactly the assistant I need. I look forward to learning more about what you can do. I have no doubt that as you get into the job, you will find it......rewarding."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"I think you handled John Ross like a pro, and you probably made us a lot of money tonight," he said and made her smile. The following statement about her having potential made it even brighter. he realized she was worth the hire she thought.

"Not sure how I made you money but I did enjoy dinner with them. I found His wife pleasant and when I get a chance I am going to take her up on her offer once I'm settled in to my job a bit more. I mean as long as it isn't against some company rule."

Kate was feeling good, the alcohol was hitting hard, and she had a smile that just wasn't going away. "I am very sorry for the way I spoke to you. You are my boss but I just, wasn't sure what you wanted to hear. I am very ambitious. I will give you 110% in everything I do, or trying to do my best and get damn close to it."

"I'm happy you're here. I liked everything I saw from you today. I expect you have a nice future next to me." he said and she laughed and just couldn't help it.

"Might be next to you tonight if I don't make it up the steps in a bit. I'm not a drinker Mr. Nash. I may need some assistance. Please don't hold it against me." She said feeling like an idiot. Kate knew better not to drink the drink, but didn't want to turn it away. She should have sipped it slowly and not finished it.

"I think you are exactly the assistant I need. I look forward to learning more about what you can do. I have no doubt that as you get into the job, you will find it......rewarding." He said looking to her.

For some reason, and she wasn't sure if it was the booze or not but he was even more handsome than she thought. Kate thought about it and decided that it wasn't the alcohol clouding her mind. he wasn't looking or acting so uptight as he had been all day. She was seeing a small glimpse of him relaxing.

"So, if I may ask, does Mrs. Nash join you on business trips as well?" She had no idea why she asked but it was to late to take the question back now it was already out there. He was married and her boss, one doesn't shit where they eat and she knew that, but she was curious about him. She wanted to know if he always walked around with a stick up his ass and when he took the noose off around his neck (his tie) if he really knew how to relax.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Might be next to you tonight..." she had said. In an ideal world, he thought, before answering her question.

"Kristina joins me on occasion," he admitted. "Usually when she wants to vacation in one of the cities I'm in, or where there is shopping for her to do. Sometimes, my daughter tags along with her and it's a family trip into my bank account," he took another sip of his drink. "I'm certain you will meet them if you are with us for any amount of time. And if so, your discretion is expected. But I need not tell you that. I suspect my wife would not like knowing I've seen you naked. At least until her debit card is reloaded, and then she will not care what we have done," he said, without the slightest concern for subtlety and yet without outright propositioning the girl grinning from alcohol in the chair beside him.

"You are really going to love this job," he said, only slightly pivoting the discussion. "In the summers, Dubai is practically a resort. Business is done between ten and one, and the rest of the days are spent," he paused with hesitant deliberation. "Well they are spent in any way you like." He did not tell her about the pool cabana where he had fucked a college girl from North Carolina that was spending her summer vacation on the King of Dubai's payroll, earning over $200,000 as part of his private harem and available party girls for the King's guests.

"Tokyo is beautiful, but lonely. If you've seen Lost in Translation, you've seen what you'll see on the job. We'll probably have a lot of dinners together because we will be the only people that we can understand, and we will see ridiculous things happen in the bars at night surrounded by an entire city that looks like Times Square." He continued to rattle off small details about each of the company's main outposts.

"New York will be pinstripes and power games, and we will be on television from morning to night, or at least I will. Your job will be to soften up people like Matt Lauer and Jim Cramer so that they like both me and Aubade. If they do, the questions are easier, and the stock doesn't fluctuate much." Then came mention of home.

"Houston is where we really work. Home office is a pain in the ass, and you will work harder there than any job you have or will ever have. But that's where we make our money, and that's where I need you most prepared. And if you do, you'll get to visit Vail," he said, mentioning an atypical place for business.

"Our winter meetings are there each year, the week after Christmas. My wife hates the snow. She never attends that. But I have a mountain condo on the Vail runs where we will stay each year. It's work, but it's a lot of play when all of the shareholders show up together and divide up their annual dividends." He stood up and pulled his shirt back on, peeling it over his muscles and setting the towel on the chair before walking his glass back to the bar. "Need another one?" He asked, noticing Katie's glass still somewhat filled.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate had always had a thing for older men. Everyone always asked it she had the 'daddy complex' thing and it was never nothing like that. No, part of it was then part of it was mentally, then physical. Smart older men with a touch of grey hair, a little bit of a rugged look and who were in pretty good shape physically. Those that knew how to dress to impress when need be and those who also could just dress casual and be all good with it.

Older men knew for the most part what they wanted out of life, have gotten it and loved the thrill of being with a younger woman. The part that she hated about it was majority of these men she described and that turned her on were married.

The first older man she ever fucked took her virginity. he was the dad to her best friend, he was married and he taught her well for almost a year till he broke her heart by picking his wife. She was the one that looked like the bad pone in the whole mess. It fucked her world up then, and sometimes still does yet never stopped her from dating that older daddy type.

Kate listened as he spoke about his wife, she seemed more about his money than him, same with the daughter. She dread the day she had to meet either, she was far from ready for that. She cocked her head hearing the last part of what he said as he spoke about his wife, not caring about what they have done...she wondered what was in his head or maybe she heard it wrong. Kate let that slip by and didn't ask about it.

Kate hoped she would love the job, she wanted to stay at a company that would be around for years to come, where she could grow and step up and show her worth. "Guess I'll need to read up on these places, I would hate to travel to another country and not know their customs. I feel that's respectful since I am visiting their home."

Her brow raised as he spoke about them spending time together on trips away from home, out of the country. Kate just now realized how much time she was about to spend with her boss, and out of the blue an ache within her was felt. It wasn't within her stomach but between her thighs. taking in a deep breath, she was seeing more and more how dangerous this could be with him.

"I love the snow." Kate said as she thought about the other places he spoke of and hoped that she would get a chance to see them all, even if it was business. She watched as he sat forth and placed his shirt back on, as she eyed him up. Kate knew better but temped herself even more, and took the last swallow out of her glass and drank it down feeling a slight burn. "Yes. please" she said as her head told her to say no.

He took the glass from her hand as she leaned her head to the side and just looked around and then back to him, just watching as he poured their drinks. It was just so relaxing and peaceful tonight, the day had been a good day all in all. It had its rough times but those were far and few. She watched as he walked back towards them, she shifted in her seat and the front of the towel opened showing her bare stomach and part of her breasts as it stayed together up at the top and corner together at the bottom showing just enough to allow him to see she was shaven, but how much was left to his mind to guess.

As he came back she laughed, "You do know, that you really didn't see anything but me in the shadows. So, I wouldn't say that you seen me. We can just skip over that....sound like a good idea?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Good girl, he thought once more when she requested another drink. Pouring it and handing it back to her, he glimpsed a sparse, clean flash of her skin, enough to notice she was apparently bare beneath her robe. He imagined her completely bald, and felt that fitting as, despite her relative excellence as a professional, she was still quite young, and with the form and shape that could pull off that look. His mind wandered to the many pool parties he had hosted where his daughter and her friends had pranced around like innocent, tiny angels of flesh, making him and every man in the place crave one of them. He listened to her suddenly change the subject, interestingly back to the topic of her own nudity, which seemed to make her quite shy only several moments ago.

"We can just skip over that....sound like a good idea?" She had asked.

"Well," he said, walking once again to the bar to fill his own drink. "I would hate to leave anything........incomplete." He took a pull from his glass, making sure to lock eyes with her as he did, signaling that he was only partially joking. The flush on her cheeks indicated she was either becoming inebriated or becoming filled with desire. Either way, he enjoyed the effect he was having. It meant he was winning. "You know," he continued. "At some point, the investors or their wives, perhaps some of the more unprofessional media outlets, will accuse you of sleeping with me." He paused as he sat down once again, this time leaning in toward her, a bit over the arm of his lounge chair. "What would you think about that?" He intentionally phrased the question in a way to allow her to respond to the rumors or the idea of letting him fill her with his cock as they traveled around the world together. He had placed the ball squarely in her court. He did not know whether she would pick it up or swat it back at him. He didn't necessarily care. He enjoyed the game for the game's sake, and he knew he would ultimately win it.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"Well, I would hate to leave anything........incomplete." He said as he refilled his glass again, sounding almost like a dare to Kate. She decided not to bite on it as of yet but maybe before the night was over. She sipped the drink looking up at the sky pondering the dangerous chess game they were playing between them.

"You know, "At some point, the investors or their wives, perhaps some of the more unprofessional media outlets, will accuse you of sleeping with me." He said turned and leaning over the arm of the chair." What would you think of that?" He added then taunting her.

Kate leaned over the arm turning her body a bit more, the towel barely holding on as she looked her boss in the eye. "I would wonder that at this moment before I answer am I on or off the clock, my time or work time still?" She had a grin on her face, it was now his move putting him on the spot.

The drink was no longer burning as it went down, she took a swallow and looked as the level went down fast in her glass. "Rumors don't bother me. I know what I'm capable of and where I'm capable of going on the corp. ladder standing on my two feet and not laying on my back. I only lay on my back for two reasons...one, when I sleep and two, when I choose the man who has my legs pushed back over my head. But, just a tad bit of information for you...no, wait. I need the clock question answered before I go any further."

Kate knew what she was doing, she was playing the game back and just made a major move. Before she made the next one she wanted that answer. Leaning back she looked over to him, the towel unhooked and just semi draped over her rounded breasts. Her free hand move to her thigh as she slid the towel up showing a bit more flesh to her new boss as her knee bent and pulled up slightly. He still wouldn't be able to see if she was fully shaven but that was just another tease in the game going on between them.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He enjoyed her smile very much, as well as her cute demeanor. He felt there was enough allure about her at such a young age that she was not purely innocent, and when she mentioned "the man who had her legs pushed over her head," his suspicions were confirmed. He thought about such lucky guys, wondering how much longer it would be before he could be one.

He thought back to a prior time when he had been an accounts Vice President assigned to the company's Philadelphia office. He had been 24 years old himself, out of college a mere two years. One of the company's investors on the East Coast had contacted the CEO at that time about an internship for his daughter. The girl had the misfortune, or good fortune from his standpoint, to be assigned to work for him for the summer following her sophomore year at Penn State University. Eager to work hard and earn a prestigious post when she graduated, she quickly put in long hours and showed a willingness to work hard. He had not had a daughter at that time, but he knew the investor's dad and knew he was very protective of her. Despite that, it was a matter of only weeks before the girl was spread out as wide as she could be on a patio table near his backyard pool after the summer office party at his house. His wife had gone out with some friends and the caterer was cleaning up, when he went outside to retrieve the last of the Crown Royal before returning inside to watch Sportscenter. He encountered the girl, Stephanie, looking for her watch and sunglasses and offered to let her sit and drink with just him for a while. Eager to learn more about the boss and make an impression, she fell under the spell of Canadian Whisky, and then fell under the impression of his cock as he pinned her to the patio table. As with most of his conquests, he loved her at some level, even if it was simply a carnal one. He spent the next three months filling her little body every chance he could. It was his first true affair. Katie reminded him of that girl, so long ago. It was her voice that pulled him from the memory.

Katie pressed him for an answer to her girlish question, prompting him to smile. Perhaps he was even smirking. She sat naked before him, save for a tiny piece of terrycloth surrounding her, looking even younger and more succulent than her twenty four years, and his cock was growing hard in his own swim trunks as they both continued drinking after a fancy meal in a city away from their home. He considered for a moment the driver's earlier confusion that she was his daughter and forced it from his mind as one would make attempts to not think about pink elephants. The girl's formal concerns belied the reality that he thought would be obvious. But he indulged her.

"Of course you are off the clock," he said, sipping his drink before finishing his sentence, making intent eye contact with his beautiful assistant. "As am I."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Finally he answered her questions, "Of course you are off the clock, "As am I." Kate smiled and looked over to him as she placed her drink upon the table but, taking a gulp before hand. She stood between the chairs and she turned her back to him and took a corner of the towel between each of her thumbs and index fingers and she opened it up to its full length, holding it out on each side. She looked over her shoulder at her boss with an impish grin and dropped the towel to the patio.

Kate, turned around and then sat, he got a little glimpse of everything, and she was tempting him, she made her move. Was she going to sleep with him? No, she knew she wasn't but she was definitely teasing him. taking her seat again she stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankles and reached for her drink, taking another sip. She turned to him, she felt her nipples pucker up fully from the cool air. "So, now nothing is incomplete Mr. Nash."

She knew before he even made a move she would need to test her someway to find out if she wouldn't tell or hang him by the balls. That was always the case with married men, especially those with so much to lose. Kate knew this wasn't his first rodeo, there was no way, he was a player and she could play the game just as good if not better.

Kate shifted a bit in her chaise, the moon was almost completely full giving him a bright enough light to see she kept herself fully shaven. Taking another sip of the booze she picked up the one last piece of ice and ran it across her lips, her small pink muscle slipped out and across them and then slipped back into her mouth.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden marveled at her provocative, and quite bold display. He enjoyed every second of it, and his cock raged with a fury unseen when he saw her pretty, bald mound. She looked young, sexy, vibrant, and as if she possessed the very energy of the fountain of youth he so craved. Her attitude was sexy. Playful, a bit cocky, certainly confident. She will be fun to tame, he thought. Very fun.

As she tasted the ice from her drink and licked her lips, he spoke to her in code. "I suspect that your off the clock....activities do not typically show up during the work day?" He asked, truly inquiring whether she could be discreet. Even now, it would be a scandal if someone learned the CEO was lounging next to his naked, very telegenic, young assistant only hours after she began her job. He wondered if she understood the jeopardy she was already putting him in, but at the same time he didn't care.

His eyes ran over her hard nipples, perched atop her perfect golden breasts, then over her firm stomach and thighs. He wondered what she felt like inside. He wondered how warm and wet she would feel wrapped around him. He wondered just how tight she was. "I mean," he continued. "You realize that in your position you do have a fiduciary duty to do no harm to the company and its shareholders." He had found his angle, and thereby found his stride. "I mean," he said, suddenly turning toward her on his chair. "You will be subject to a lot of insider information," his finger ran along the circle lip of his glass. "Any report or rumor or even any released speculation about........things, things that you know or should know would affect our stock prices could see you charged in federal court." He finished his drink and stood up, looking down upon the full sight of her little, beautiful body from where he was. "Nobody wants that." He grabbed his towel and walked to the bar, placing his glass in the sink. Returning from behind the bar empty handed, he looked at her one more time as he slowly stepped toward the door that led to the hallway from where they had both entered the pool area.

"Your side of the building might get drafty," he said. "If it gets cold," he paused, ensuring it was unclear whether that was the end of the last sentence or the beginning of the next. "I'll be up for a while longer. My door's always open." He wondered if he would see her again that night. He hoped so.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate knew she hooked her boos as she sat there naked. This job was definitely going to be not only hard, but fun and interesting all at the same time. He was married but that still didn't mean she couldn't tease him, like she was now. Kate knew what was going on not only in his mind but in his shorts. She knew his cock jumped at the sight of her cunt, she smirked and took a sip of the drink.

The rubbing of the ice on her lips was another move in her game, her tongue followed, yet again she was moving in for a check-mate sooner than she had thought. He was reserved and very business like when he had to be, and he was more like a dog in heat when he was on his own time. Just like her. Kate couldn't wait for the real games to start, she loved the edge, loved eroticism, excitement and had a feeling he was the same way. She found a man that loved to play the game of chess just like her, each move better than the first always thinking about the next one, how to move yet keeping the opponent on their toes.

"I suspect that your off the clock....activities do not typically show up during the work day?" he said to her as his eyes ran along her naked form. he turned to her and looked over her again like he couldn't get enough. "I mean you realize that in your position you do have a fiduciary duty to do no harm to the company and its shareholders. I mean you will be subject to a lot of insider information..."

Before she could say anything he stood and walked to the bar, returning empty handed as she knew the games had really just began. Her thighs parted a bit more as he stood there temping him. She listened to everything he said and smirked. He gave her the open door policy and she thought about taking him up on it. She returned her glass to the bar, headed up to her bedroom and stepped into the shower.

Kate thought about this as she washed every inch of her creamy flesh, her hand moving slowly up and down between her legs as she groaned. Her eyes closed and she felt her clit grow hard and peek out from between her slightly swollen pussy lips. Once she felt that aroused she knew what she was going to do. Turning the water off she dried off and walked back into the bedroom. She didn't want to have sex with him but she wanted to give him a taste of her. It was about forty minutes later since they parted, she slipped into a pair of black stiletto pumps and walked out the bedroom door wearing only them and a smile. "Door is always open" she whispered.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He headed to his room and threw on a pair of Nike running shorts and a matching black Nike athletic shirt. He ran the towel over his hair once more before tossing the towel into the bath and walked into the living area where he checked his phone. He noticed a text message that he had received while he was at the pool, attempting to entice his new assistant.

Thank you Daddy! The text from Monica read, accompanied by a picture of her and her friend standing on a grassy, sandy, Northern California beach wearing matching white shorts and a tie neck top in the oncoming sunset. He assumed it had been taken earlier that day, as it was already well after dark, both here and on the West Coast. On the heels of his encounter with Katie, he could not notice anything past their firm, golden thighs and the smooth, tanned flashes of skin between their shorts and tops. He felt his cock throb in his shorts, unconcerned about whether it was caused by his lingering desire for Katie or anything visual in the picture of the two young, nubile girls on his phone. He wondered if Monica had the self-awareness to know the effect she had on men. He suspected he did, but that caused him to wonder what she was doing when she sent these to her father. Not that he minded. He always enjoyed the sight of a woman with a nice body. He put the phone away and immediately wondered what was going on in the far loft on the other side of the building.

He wandered back toward the master bedroom and planted himself on the bed, thinking about the girl he had gotten to see earlier in the evening. He wondered whether she would take him up on his offer to stop by whenever she wanted to, and he wondered if she had the self awareness to know that if she did, she had better be ready to.....assist him, as was her job. He smiled to himself at the thought of fucking her. He thought of her perfect, tiny nipples pressing against his chest as he plowed her tight, tiny body beneath him. He smiled to himself at the thought of filling her mouth with cum, or the possibility of convincing her to take him bareback, then filling her up anywhere he wanted. She was not only a sexy girl, but a good girl. She was the kind of good he enjoyed, which meant he suspected she was dirty enough that he would really enjoy her. The ball was in her court, though he would certainly wait if he had to. But he suspected his wait wouldn't be that long.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate quietly moved along the hallway, she could look down and see her Boss below in the living room looking at his phone, she couldn't see what he was looking at being so far away. Not that she cared because they each had separate lives outside of work and she liked it that way, no attachments for her. Kate wanted to be secure in a power house position before she even thought about a steady man to share her life with.

Se stood there at the top of the steps, watching him in his Nike running shorts and black tee. He had a nice build, his attitude was a bit of a cocky ass but hell money got him that and she knew it. She wanted to laugh, Kate's cockiness was strictly confidence.

Standing there she watched as he closed his phone and turned going towards the master bedroom. The lights were out and she smiled, she was like a cat and could find her way through the darkness. Each step was taken like a feline on the prowl, Kate didn't want him to hear or see her coming. She reached the bottom landing and cautiously walked across the floor towards the master. Her breathing was soft and steady, her glide was cat-like as she could hear her inner tigress coming out.

Kate could play the game, she has before. She knew exactly what good ol' Mr. Nash wanted. He wanted to conquer her like a lion would a young gazelle, once he had a taste of her Kate was sure he would come back again and again for more. He has met his match, she was the queen of the tease, the flirt behind back of others as they stood across the room from each other.

She made her way to his bedroom door and looked inside the room, she could see him standing there, his back to her. Kate quietly walked into the room, and moved up behind him letting her hands sit on his shoulders as she slowly slid them downwards to his wrists where she gripped them tightly within her hands.

Her breath was hot as she blow across the nape of his neck, her nipples were hard as they pressed into his back. Her lips moved to his ear as she whispered rubbing herself against him..."Hmmm, don't you think the pool chaise would have been a great place for me to straddle you Mr. Nash?" She asked as she kissed his neck. "Don't you think fucking me in the pool would have been another place...Mr. Nash?"

She pulled his arms back and left them relax on her hips, letting him feel her flesh as she playfully bit the nape of his neck. He could feel her hair against his back, his shoulder as she breathed within his ear, "Perhaps the kitchen table...or the counter would be a great place to fuck me doggie style and maybe...just maybe..." She tilted her head and bit the other side of his neck, then licked up to his ear..."the table would be better for me to ride on top."

Kate left his fingers to caress her bare flesh, she licked along his neck again as she whispered once again to him..."Think about those ideas...how fucking me in any of those places make your cock hard and your balls wanting to explode while you drive into my wet hot cunt....Mr. Nash..." She said and stepped back slowly releasing his wrists when she was out of reach.

She turned and walked out of the room just as quietly as she entered. Kate took faster steps across the livingroom floor and moved quickly up the steps and down the hallway to her room where she removed her heels and crawled under the covers. Tonight she wasn't leaving her door open like him, but she planted the seeds within the darkness of his mind. She knew she would linger within there, he would think of her naked and screwing her in any f those places if not all.

Kate rolled over and snuggled under the covers letting the long, long day finally come to an end.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He felt hands on his shoulder and thought the little girl had some nerve. It was one thing to flirt. It was one thing to flash him, entice him, tease him. It was another to make actual physical contact, and she wasted no time doing so, the first night after her very first day. But the touch clearly suggested that he would have her. She would accept his cock deep in her tight, bare, pretty, little pussy, and he would eventually fuck her as fast and hard as any regular guy ever had. His cock grew very hard as he stood there letting her have her fun. For now.

Don't you think fucking me in the pool would have been another place, Mr. Nash? The suggestions drove him insane.

"Hmmm," he moaned lightly, the tone an indication only that he would think about it, but hadn't decided easily to agree with her, although he clearly had.

She continued to raise suggestions, ways he could fuck her. Places he could do it. Her lips felt nice on his neck. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to feel them wrapped around his rigid piece as he forced her to swallow his cum. He wanted all of her, every way, everywhere. Suddenly, she began to pull away.

Think about those ideas...how fucking me in any of those places make your cock hard and your balls wanting to explode while you drive into my wet hot cunt....Mr. Nash He heard her give him an instruction as she released his wrists, which he had allow her to hold as she played her little schoolgirl games. He grinned as he turned around just in time for his eyes to meet hers once more as she turned and walked out of the room, her firm, beautiful ass holding his attention every step of the way. As she stepped from the room, he finally gave a reply, ensuring that she heard him.

"Think about how I intend to do just that, Miss Beaumont," he said, intentionally signaling that his intent was not for any quick and clear relationship, but rather to make her his plaything, his toy. "And think about how much you are going to enjoy it." He turned back toward the bed, climbed in and turned off the bedside lamp. His hand slid down into his shorts, and he cupped his hard cock and balls, drifting toward sleep, wanting so badly to have his assistant beside him and contemplating his next step in achieving that goal. He wondered if she was going to think of him in bed, perhaps while bringing herself a release. He wondered what she would be wearing the next day, and what she wore to bed, if anything other than the heels he had last seen her wearing. Unable to sleep, he grabbed his cell phone and snapped off a text.

Goodnight is all it said.

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Fifteen hundred miles away, Monica Nash sat near a small bonfire on a sandy beach, huddled under a lightweight hoodie sweatshirt, a beer in her hand and a guy she had met at a bar with his arm wrapped around her. She looked down the beach where Jeri Lynn held hands with the guy's friend as they stumble walked toward the condo the girls had rented for the week. As she felt the guy's fingertips slip under the waistband of her panties as he did no more than test the waters, her phone warbled in her pocket. She looked at the phone, as the guy looked with her from over her shoulder.

"Lynden?" the guy asked, incredulously and seeming jealous though he barely knew Monica and had little reason to be.

Night daddy. She texted back. "It's just my dad," she told the guy she was with.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, pulling back and standing up, offering his hand to help her stand up. "Prove it to me," he said, beginning to walk her toward the same condo where their friends were headed, up the beach. "Let's go."

"Oh yeah?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate knew her boss would most likely come back at her full force. She wanted him to know she could play the game just as good as he could when it came to behind closed doors. There was something about him that she liked and wanted. It had nothing to do with money, maybe it was the power he held that made him so attracting to her. Not that he wasn't handsome or anything because he clearly was, and he was her type.

He pissed her off trying to cover for her over dinner when she could have clearly handled the situation herself. Kate knew that he didn't know her from Eve, so he quickly covered her ass which was a nice gesture but she felt he know knew she was a greenhorn or as green as he thought she was. She needed a little room, maybe she would hang herself maybe not but he had to at least let her try and get her feet wet before jumping the gun right away.

Kate laid there in bed unable to sleep, her mind was running at about 100 miles per hour, she could hear his little 'Hmmm..' sound he said to her while she was standing naked against him. Then there was her mom, she had her on her mind. She needed to call and check on her, which she could do at any time she needed to so why not now, she was up. Kate dialed the number and waited for a night nurse to answer.

"Hello? Westgate. Ashley speaking how may I address your call?"

"Hello, I'm sorry to be calling so late Ashley, it's Kate and I'm calling about my mom in 309.

"Hey Kate, been a while since you called this late. Things okay?"

"Yes, things are great. I started a new job, and had to fly out on short notice so I haven't been able to call yet today and wanted to check on my mom. I was thinking about her." Kate said.

"Well, she's been really well Kate, no worries. We still have her going to therapy and she's eating better, talking more clearly and they took her off one pill."

"Great, thank you Ashley. You take care. Goodnight. Thanks again."

"Welcome Kate, take care. Good luck with the job. Night." Ashley said and they hung up.

Kate had trouble going to sleep, she knew there was a cure and she could easily get it but it was to soon. She played her hand first, he egged her on and she took the line, bit the hook and ran with it. She was going to let him reel her in slowly and let him see her dangle. That's what he wanted. Kate fell asleep finally.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The phone in the room screamed at 4:30am, and the voice on the other side was Jameson's.

"Lynden needs to be briefed on the markets in London. Gas prices took a huge hit overnight because BP announced massive drilling increases in Eastern Europe. Supply goes up, prices tank, and his investors are going to want to know what he intends to do about it. I'm emailing you the info you need. How was your first day, sunshine?"

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Lynden woke up early and managed to grab coffee, throw on his best black suit, and take in the market reports and newspapers by 6:00am. He had touched base with Jameson by email and asked her to get information on London to Katie and he asked her to get it to her by 4:30am. He grinned as he sipped his coffee, wondering just how early she typically slept. If it was late, it wouldn't be today. He hoped to wake her early quite often in the future, but perhaps with a more personal, less work-related way. His mind thought back to the night before. He appreciated that she wouldn't be easy, but he was curious where she was at. It did not seem usual to get so......naked, to actually press against someone, kissing their neck, only to act like you were not prepared to seal a deal. He considered it an amateur move, because it simply told him he needed to wait. It left no question where things would go. And he looked forward to it. As he refilled his coffee in the main kitchen, his phone rang.

"Hey honey," he heard his wife's voice on the other end. "How is Chicago."

"It's about like it always is. We have two days of meetings ahead and then we'll be home on Saturday."

"You will? Well I wanted to call and tell you that I am taking the plane and meeting your daughter in San Francisco."

"Of course you are," he intoned flatly. San Francisco. His wife's favorite indoor/outdoor mall, and his daughter's favorite place to party on the hillside campus scenes in Berkely. "When will you be coming home?"

"Monday," she said. "But I figure you'll be able to entertain yourself for a few days. Don't you have a new girl?"

Lynden raised his eyebrow, curious how to respond. His wife knew most of his predilections, most of his vices. She typically was simply not so abrupt and up front about it.

"Jameson told me she was very qualified," she continued. He laughed to himself. She had not been being blunt, but she was simply changing subjects, touching far too closely to the truth than even she knew.

"Yes," he said. "Katie Beaumont," he told her. "I think she will be very good." He certainly thought she would. "Reminds me of Monica," he continued, half easing any suspicion his wife might have while convincing himself there was no further subtext. At the same time, he paused considering his words. She did remind him of Monica. For the first time when lusting for a girl his daughter's age, he simply did not care.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The phone rang and by the fourth ring Kate was able to find it and answer it. "Hello?"

"Lynden needs to be briefed on the markets in London. Gas prices took a huge hit overnight because BP announced massive drilling increases in Eastern Europe. Supply goes up, prices tank, and his investors are going to want to know what he intends to do about it. I'm emailing you the info you need. How was your first day, sunshine?"

Kate realized who it was as soon as she asked how her first day was and called her Sunshine. She actually really thought it sounded cute and liked it. "Went really well. Dinner was nice, older couple felt out of place at first and the old guy tried to hit on me." She laughed a little as did Jameson.

"Get used to it girl...happens a lot."

"OH, I'm sure it does. I'm in a man's world." Kate replied.
"Though I'm in it for the long haul so they better watch out...Rawr!" Kate said and they both laughed. "I'll look at the emails and get together with Mr. Nash."

They said their goodbyes and Kate got up, showered, walked around the room getting ready for the day. Her make up was light, she slipped into a wide legged white jumpsuit. It was backless and she wore a clear colored silicone stick-on bra under it so her tits wouldn't bounce around. Kate added a lengthy gold necklace and earrings. She slipped her feet into a pair of platform peep toe stiletto heels and left her hair hang long in tendrils of curls.

Kate grabbed her laptop and headed down stairs leaving the scent of White Diamonds lingering behind her as she walked down the steps. Looking at her watch it was only 5:30 AM and she needed coffee and something to eat as her stomach growled. She totally dropped the images from the night before from in he head, which wasn't a problem for her to close a door and just move on.

Stepping softly she wasn't sure he was awake yet, then she heard his voice and not wanting to eaves drop she couldn't but help it because she was in the same house. Kate stopped at the bottom of the steps and waited to enter the room. She heard her name mentioned and felt a pit in her stomach, then she heard him say 'reminds me of Monica...' she held back a laugh, that was his daughter. Kate was nothing like her from what she heard about the spoiled girl.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, she walked into the livingroom area, placed the laptop down on the table and turned and walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and looked around for anything to eat or snack on.

 

[KinkyLOVE]

Re: "WTF" U posted on my self-introduction, YOU UTTER ASS!

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU & HOW DID YOU BECOME A GURU W/O WRITING ANY STORIES OR POEMS?
I'll thank you very kindly to keep your trivial one-line idiot comments off my well-crafted posts. When imbeciles like you can go around defacing works of artistic genius at will, Literotica has fallen low indeed since I Joined 13 years before you even heard of it!
When I posted my first erotic masterpieces here, you were probably still sucking on your Mama's tittties, & may well still be from the infantile behavior you display....
Whew! I feel a bit better having said al that... Hmm... So, are you a boy or a girl?
Wanna see some pics of me & my family? Check out my profile on twomovies.name, where I am a REAL GURU! ( twomovies.name/user/PearlDragon/ )

 

[KinkyLOVE]

The phone rang and by the fourth ring Kate was able to find it and answer it. "Hello?"

"Lynden needs to be briefed on the markets in London. Gas prices took a huge hit overnight because BP announced massive drilling increases in Eastern Europe. Supply goes up, prices tank, and his investors are going to want to know what he intends to do about it. I'm emailing you the info you need. How was your first day, sunshine?"

Kate realized who it was as soon as she asked how her first day was and called her Sunshine. She actually really thought it sounded cute and liked it. "Went really well. Dinner was nice, older couple felt out of place at first and the old guy tried to hit on me." She laughed a little as did Jameson.

"Get used to it girl...happens a lot."

"OH, I'm sure it does. I'm in a man's world." Kate replied.
"Though I'm in it for the long haul so they better watch out...Rawr!" Kate said and they both laughed. "I'll look at the emails and get together with Mr. Nash."

They said their goodbyes and Kate got up, showered, walked around the room getting ready for the day. Her make up was light, she slipped into a wide legged white jumpsuit. It was backless and she wore a clear colored silicone stick-on bra under it so her tits wouldn't bounce around. Kate added a lengthy gold necklace and earrings. She slipped her feet into a pair of platform peep toe stiletto heels and left her hair hang long in tendrils of curls.

Kate grabbed her laptop and headed down stairs leaving the scent of White Diamonds lingering behind her as she walked down the steps. Looking at her watch it was only 5:30 AM and she needed coffee and something to eat as her stomach growled. She totally dropped the images from the night before from in he head, which wasn't a problem for her to close a door and just move on.

Stepping softly she wasn't sure he was awake yet, then she heard his voice and not wanting to eaves drop she couldn't but help it because she was in the same house. Kate stopped at the bottom of the steps and waited to enter the room. She heard her name mentioned and felt a pit in her stomach, then she heard him say 'reminds me of Monica...' she held back a laugh, that was his daughter. Kate was nothing like her from what she heard about the spoiled girl.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, she walked into the livingroom area, placed the laptop down on the table and turned and walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and looked around for anything to eat or snack on.

You're "TRYING" to team write a an "EROTIC" story, I suppose? SAD! Wanna take a look it REAL eroticism: Just Another Kinky Wet Dream, or...
byKinkyLOVE©
It's 6:30 a. m. , and I'm deep into dreaming of that sweet babe with the looks of a porno superstar I bumped into on the track yesterday. Asleep or awake, she had the most devastatingly beautiful tush I've ever jogged behind. How I'd love to run back with her to my place, wash off all our sweat together in a long cool shower, then lick her 'till the sun comes up. First, we'd get into that shower, lather each other up, then I'd feel her tender hands holding me like this, and stroking, at first gently, next...

"... BONE TO BONE!" Suddenly I'm awakened by my alarm clock blasting out words from an old Aerosmith album, "Night in the Ruts", but I roll over to slam the oblivion button for another 10 minutes of shut eye and sweetly sensual dreams; however, it's not that easy to escape the rat race. My pleasant erotic fantasy has been ram rodded by reality.

It's a psychic rip off to replace that sultry shower escapade with my dream girl by this boring rerun of pulling up to the same old State Department annex where I usually spend each weekday. Typically, the security checks and greetings go as smoothly as clockwork. I stroll to my office with coffee in hand and meet my boss, who tells me today's morning meeting will focus on network issues. Uh, oh! That's my gig.

"Well, Jim," my boss says, "You're the man who's gonna have to debugger this baby. The big bananas are all in heat about some mysterious specialist claiming to have solutions for our problems, so you will have to go one-on-one with that person today, get down to it, and perform an in-depth evaluation. We have given the referring agency, Exquisite Release, your number, so they can contact you. " A big sigh of relief escapes from me as this information is loading into my mind. Another no sweat assignment. No hard problem to dick around with here.

Then Exquisite Release calls me, and my assignment takes on a whole new flavor. "Good Morning, Mr. Wildroot? This is Wei Fun Chow from Exquisite Release," an oriental voice explains as I encourage it onwards with grunts and muttered affirmations, "We will be sending Kin Ky, so you can assess her remedies for your hardest problem. " That sigh of relief I'd set free returns as a gasp of surprise, but the voice rides on to its punch line. "She will be arriving today around 1:00 p. m. if that is convenient?" Not thinking very fast, yet with an alarm ringing in the background of my mind, I agree, "That will be fine. " Upon discharging the phone, I shout, "No way!"

Yes, way! Security calls to tell me, "Mr. Wildroot we have someone here for you named Kin Ky from Exquisite Release. I respond, "I'll be right down. " A little voice in my mind overrides that pesky alarm bell, "Two Kin Ky's, what are the odds? Is the goddess of love for once giving me a break?"

I flashed back to the way we'd met: I had seen her for the first time on the track where we'd both gone jogging under the hot summer sun, me to keep my 33 inch waist trim, and her undoubtedly to keep her buttocks firm and thighs lithe, though Lord knows they were already enough to tempt the Pope to renounce his vows. As I came up to pass her, I involuntarily slowed to watch her cute ass bouncing beneath scanty running shorts, flashing brief glimpses of lacy panties a bit too erotic for sportswear that hinted at a woman for whom sexuality was as important as physically fitness. What can you do? As a divorced man, pressed by both family and career responsibilities, I've gone without for some time, so given a temptation like this, it's totally natural to fantasize that the gentle rhythm I've fallen into to keep pace with her jogging becomes our movement together as our bodies workout getting acquainted in bed, that the sweat gleaming on her graceful neck is from the exercise of our passionate love making, and I notice her fine back and seductive, hour-glass shape. She has a crisp tan about her skin, no fat, no cellulite, a perfect 10 fuck!...

I shook my head, thinking, "No. This is a wet dream. I'd better get back home under a cold shower and cool off. "

Then, as I pulled abreast of her, I couldn't refrain from ogling her fabulous pair of boobs bouncing in syncopation to our jogging before quickly wrenching my look of lustful appraisal upwards to her face. Seeing immediately that she'd noticed me noticing her, I could feel myself blushing with a schoolboy's embarrassment, just for a moment, then I grinned ruefully, but she seemed to take my reaction o. k. , looking at me as if I were a decade younger and a fit running mate for her.

She smiled invitingly, keeping her black eyes locked on my hazel ones. As our eye contact continued, I sensed an unexpected openness and sympathy.

Not a word had been spoken between us yet, but a jolt of mysterious magic that scientists are always trying to explain away as pheromones or subtle cues of body posture had passed through us both like a lightning bolt.

I felt my grin widen to a broad smile while the blood that had been used a moment ago for blushing was suddenly drained away to lower purposes. She glanced down, and then quickly back to my face to blush in her turn 'cuz I've clearly seen her smile of approval for the bulge straining outwards at the fabric of my running shorts.

"We could play some wonderful adult games together. " I long to tell her as I search for the right ice breaker. Nothing with that killer zing springs to mind, so I decide on the good old straightforward approach.

"Hi, I'm Jim. " I say, raising my eyebrows in enquiry.

"Call me Kinky. " she replies with a mischievous grin.

Considering those looks and that lightening bolt that had just passed between us, I'm sure she's teasing me. "Come on," I chide, "Who are you really?"

"I'm really kinky, so why not call me Kinky?"

This is too much, and we've just reached the bench where I'd left my backpack, so I motion with my hand, asking her, "Stop here for just a second?" I grab a business card from my pack. "Here. "

She looks at it. " James Wildroot, State Department, Network Troubleshooter. Don't call us, we'll call you. " She smiles coyly.

"I've got to run, now, but don't worry, Jim, Horny," with a meaningful glance at that bulge still pushing forwards the front of my shorts, "I'll help you troubleshoot your networking problem later. "

She holds my name card loosely in her slim fingers, as if not sure where to put it since her very brief shorts are without pockets, then she slides the fingers of her other hand across her taut belly, slips them between smooth skin and silky fabric, pulls the waistband forwards, shoves my card deep into her panties, turns around, and jogs off with her sweet little derriere jouncing saucily. "What a prick teaser. " I'd thought. "Never hear from her again. " I'd muttered regretfully to myself, yet today, there in the distance I can see it's her foxy figure right here at my State Department office. How the hell did she pull this off?

"Be professional," is all I can tell myself. Our eyes meet, pause while our hands shake to say, "Hello," then our hands hang around while our eyes say, "Let's fuck," yet we all manage to maintain a decent and businesslike composure as we rush up to my office.

I'm going crazy. I can see her comely hips tightly wrapped with a beige mini skirt. Her pink top accentuates her shapely shoulders with barely covered breasts making her total silhouette a perfect 10. "Think, Jim, work, network problems, you're too horny, and she's too young. " I spank myself mentally for being a bad boy.

I drape the network map over my coffee table and try to begin some appropriate discussion. We both lean across the table, so inevitably our hands come into contact. Kinky looks up at me and makes a passionate sales pitch, "Do you believe in destiny? Let's not fool ourselves. We both recognized each other when we met yesterday at the track. I saw the way you looked at me, and you couldn't misinterpret the positive looks I returned. Jim, we both have careers, this is true, but meeting you like this is the real thing. I had dreams of you last night as I'm sure you did of me, too. I don't care about your hang up with age. I know a nice man when I see him. I am attracted to you, and I mean to have you in me right now. "

I smack myself. Is this my mind playing tricks, or did she really say what I just heard? I close the office door and turn towards Kinky. She comes into my arms. My fingers run through her silky black hair. Our lips touch for the first time, and passion ignites. We both stop to glance into each other's eyes, blazing with the magnetism between two lost souls that have found each other. She whispers huskily, "Jim, Horny, I know what you need, and I'm gonna take care of it right here and now. "

Pushing me towards my desk, Kinky, says, "I know that you're a nice guy who believes in ladies first, but trust me on this one. At the office there's only one way we can do it that won't become far too noisy. " Snatching the network map from my table, she drapes it over the front of my desk so that it hangs all the way down to the floor. "Good. " Kinky nods. "Now sit at your desk so that if any passersby glance in, it will seem you are concentrating on some job. I'll kneel underneath your desk, hidden from the doorway, but when you look down between your thighs, you'll find my black eyes gazing back up at you out of the well under the desk. "

I feel a bit selfish but realize Kinky's right. Here at the busy State Department, this is the way it has to go down. Seated in my leather chair, to all appearances taking care of business, I keep my passionate gaze fixed on Kinky's lust filled face as she reaches out to run her fingertips languorously across the cloth of my pants to the little flap that hides my zipper. I reach out my right hand as if to stop her, but she grabs it with her own left and pulls it to her mouth, tenderly kissing my palm and then sucking on my fingers fervently.

A sound from the door, which I had definitely closed very carefully, but which now stands open again, draws my attention. A pretty blonde secretary, who everyone in the Networking Section knows has designs to tie me down, is standing in the doorway with a briefcase in her hand. "Jim," she says, in a voice much too sweet for government business, "can you help me with something?"

Meanwhile, the fingers of Kinky's right hand have found my zipper and, "Ziiip!" The sound is very soft, so I don't think the blonde hears it as she approaches my desk. I try to keep my cool and turn my attention to the blonde, wishing that I could watch what Kinky is doing and play with her hair and ears with my fingers, but I have to reach out with both hands to take that briefcase because the blonde is now handing it across my desk to me, holding it horizontally balanced on both her palms. The fragrant scent of her perfume comes across my desk to me with the case. It's excessively seductive, almost violently erotic.

As I lay the briefcase flat on my desk and shift my fingers from its sides, which they had been gripping, to open the snap locks in front, my right fore and index fingers leave wet trails of saliva on her case's lustrous dark leather surface. I notice the blonde noticing this, but neither of us mentions it. Perhaps she assumes I'm one of those intense dudes that suck on their fingers while deep in concentration on weighty State Department matters. Under my desk other trails of saliva are being laid by Kinky's tongue along the sensitive skin surface of my stiff cock, which she's freed of confinement behind my fly to stand proudly at attention for pleasuring. Kinky slowly licks all up and down from balls to crown, and when her tongue reaches that very special spot on the underside where there's a little dip in its purple crown, my breath hisses sharply between my teeth.

Of course, the blonde notices my arousal, but takes it as a compliment to her sexiness. She's very pleased to see it, and to encourage me further she leans forward, exposing both her bulging breasts, almost bursting forth from the light cotton blouse she's wearing with two buttons open as if in concession to the warm weather rather than in intention to heat up my lust, then places her delicate fingers over my thick ones on the clasps, so that we both open her box together. Meanwhile, Kinky, embraced by my legs, my thighs squeezing rhythmically against her cheeks, that being my only way of urging her onwards, is holding my cock lightly between her lips, tongue flicking butterfly soft touches on my sweet spot, swirling her head around in small circles, giving my crown a royal blow job.

The buxom blonde's box pops open, revealing not paperwork but sex toys: black leather studded collar, black satin bra and G-string with a chest harness and garter belt, fishnet stockings and a bondage rope. Still holding my hands and brazenly staring into my eyes, the blonde says to me in her husky voice, "This is what I want to wear only for you, Jim. We can close and lock your office door, and I'll put them on and give you a private show right now if you like. " At that moment Kinky sucks as hard as she can on my already tumescent cock, holding one finger pressed to the root to block the flow through my semen ducts momentarily, building up pressure as I start my climax without being able to ejaculate, then releasing me from bondage to erupt lavishly into her mouth like a cumming volcano.

My eyes glaze in ecstasy, and an "Ahh!" of rapture at this incredibly intense release Kinky has given me moans forth from my open mouth into the blonde's face, while the pungent smell of my cum drifts out from under my desk. Glancing down, I see Kinky's eloquent eyes apologizing to me, "I'm so sorry, Jim, I did want to swallow everything, but you came in my mouth so hard and so big that a little of your cum escaped and dripped onto your leather chair. Don't worry, I'll lick every last tasty drop off before it stains the leather or wets your pants on the seat of your precious ass. " Sweat is flowing down my face in runnels, and I'm panting as heroically as if I had just finished the Boston marathon.

The blonde is impressed, but a bit puzzled. With undisguised admiration, she says, "I've never had such a lustful reaction from propositioning a guy before, Jim. This kinky stuff must really turn you on!" Before I can pull myself together and find a suitable reply, the blonde turns around, leaving her briefcase wide open on my desk, its collection of handcuffs, straps, blindfolds, gags and masks an invitation to play games of sexual slavery, and strides across my office to close the door where, looking back to flash me a lascivious smirk, she locks it with a blatant click.

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[CarnivalBarker]

^ This is a cocksucker who should immediately be banned for ruining people's threads. Sinful, I'll ignore and continue on......

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Lynden told his wife goodbye and hung up the phone, turning to see his cute assistant set up shop on the nearby table. "Well good morning," he said, enjoying her sexy, professional look and all white outfit. He wondered if she had heard him speaking of her, but didn't ask. "Sleep well?" He asked instead, eyebrows raised in curiosity, wondering how she could have been so forward, presumably aroused, and yet unwilling to satisfy herself with him when the opportunity was there. He began dialing the phone once more. "You want breakfast from downstairs?" He asked before noticing her busy hacking away on her laptop. "I heard London is pinching us overnight. Have you gotten anything from Jameson?" He stepped behind her and looked over her shoulder as he ordered breakfast, then hung up the phone again. His hand ran over her shoulder and a single finger slid along her neck, certainly far less of a sexual threat than her lips on his own neck had been the night before. He said nothing, simply running his finger up, then down, then up again, playfully.

"I also got word that I will be doing a remote for CNBC in the morning as well as a live feed for the Today Show's your money segment tomorrow. I will need to....prep for those with you tonight after our meetings. Jameson sent me an itinerary and we will have dinner with Scott Blevins, the COO of Citibank tonight and then we have tomorrow off before flying back Saturday morning." He let it linger that they would have no plans tomorrow night. No plans meant they could stay in, and the fact that his house would be available all weekend meant they could possibly spend the weekend there together, IF he played his cards right. But he didn't want to be forward or race the cart ahead of the horse. He snapped into work mode against the judgement of his raging hard cock that told him to cancel all meetings and take the girl sitting in front of him to bed all day long.

"Katie, I need you to pull up the information from Jameson faster. We have meetings in an hour and I've got to study it before we leave." His tone was firm and very much that of her boss. "Have you even read it yet?" He asked. "I need you to brief me on the high points." He walked away toward the kitchen counter and made himself another cup of coffee. "You look nice," he said, dropping the act. Like with Monica, he didn't feel he could be too tough on her too long. He liked her, and she seemed to soften him like a guy with a crush. Beautiful women had that effect on him. It was his weakness that he very much indulged. He finished making his coffee and returned to where she sat, ready to see where the day took them and whether she would continue her overtures from the night before. He committed to keeping her interested, offering her a bit of rope with which to play. "Anything you want to see while we're in Chicago?" He knew what he wanted to see, particularly her beneath him writhing in pleasure, giving him his own.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"Good morning to you Mr. Nash, thank you yes I did. I hope you did the same." She replied as she set everything up for him. he asked her about breakfast and she nodded letting him know what she'd like and listened to him order it and she tapped away on her laptop bringing up file after file that was sent to her by Jameson.

. "I heard London is pinching us overnight. Have you gotten anything from Jameson?" He asked her as he stood up and then moved behind her watching the files pop up one after another. She could feel him beginning to retaliate from what she did last night as his finger moved along her neck. Kate was easily able to block the feeling out and continue what she was doing.

"She sent me quite a few folders, I'm in the middle of bringing them all up now. Apparently the wireless isn't working the greatest here, low signal is showing." She replied back to him.

Kate nodded as each file began to pop up as she added them on her desktop making it easier to move through them and to categorize them. She placed the CNBC folder first, and then the Your money segment one next, then from there she organized the rest to go along with the itinerary schedule. "What time is dinner tonight Jameson left the time off the itinerary because she wasn't quite sure who made the plans. She believe Mr. Blevins did and got together with you on it." She asked as she rolled her head on her shoulders feeling a little pinch when she turned her head to the right.

Once he mentioned the day off it didn't make sense she was wondering if he was trying to test her. "Mr. Nash we don't have tomorrow off, you have the CNBC and Today Show in the morning, I'm not quite sure how long those will be again Jameson couldn't pin point time down incase there was a reschedule with another guest or whatever came up."

"Katie, I need you to pull up the information from Jameson faster. We have meetings in an hour and I've got to study it before we leave." He said to her, and she huffed a breath.

"Mr. Nash, I just told you the wireless signal here was low. It was even lower upstairs but I was able to read part of it while I got ready." After he got on her for something that wasn't even her fault, he gives her a compliment. Man, this guy she thought needs a foot up his ass. He screws the dates up, and then blames her for the connection in the house...this was going to be a long day.

He returned with his coffee and she took a sip of hers and placed the cup down. Kate looked to him, "Mr. Nash are you by chance bi-polar? On medication or missed it this morning? First you get on me about the information that was sent, the connection is bad today for some reason and then you compliment me and ask me if there is something I wish to see while here. I just don't get it"

Just as she spoke the knock on the door came, and she got up, walked across the living room area to the door. Opening it she was met by the same guy that escorted them in the day before with a breakfast cart and covered plates. She stepped aside as he pushed it in and proceeded to go into the kitchen. Kate closed the door, grabbed her laptop and followed him into the kitchen where she smiled as he set the table up and uncovered the plates. She thanked him and he walked towards the livingroom again, She poured a glass of orange juice, placed the linen napkin over her lap and proceeded to eat her fresh fruit cup.

Kate blurted out, out of nowhere when he entered," I'd like to go to the theater if possible or even go out and see a band and dance." She waited for the backlash of the questions she asked him before the knock of the door came, she was ready to fire back at him.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He marveled at the idea that the girl that talked just last night about letting him fuck her while acting as if nothing had happened woul suggest it was him who was bipolar. He had dealt with Arab princes and kings of brutal regimes during his tenure as Aubade CEO and he learned to bide his time and to not make the impertinent move out of sheer desire to respond in kind. He watched her figure leave the room as she welcomed the service attendant bringing breakfast. He glanced a moment or two at some of the information from Jameson before following her int the kitchen, where she immediately let it be known that she wanted a night out in the city. He thought for a moment how she was more like Monica than he believed, impertinent and presumptive. And he still wanted her badly.

He simply pulled out his phone once more and dialed his local office manager. "Donna, will you get Miss Beaumont and I tickets to the theater for tomorrow night, please?" He said. "Yes, that will be fine. Thank you." He hung up and returned his attention briefly to her. "Dinner is at 7:30. And after the TV spots, we are off tomorrow. No company business." He was in command and had fully known about what he was speaking despite her intemperance and attitude this morning. He grabbed a bagel and prepared it with cream cheese, still irritated on several levels. He would make her make it up to him, at some point. For now, however, he simply wanted her to know her place and sense her new boss' authority.

"Stay here," he said, grabbing his portfolio. "I will have Jameson give your instructions for the day. I will call her in the car." He wheeled around and left, grabbingnthe Wall Street Journal on his way out the door and toward the elevators that would take him to the car. Moments later, once inside alone, he called Jameson back at home office.

"Jameson, can you send Katie our employee roster? Have her begin gathering updated information from all of our divisions in North America. I'd like an updated employee directory."

"What did she do?" Jameson asked, knowing he was pulling a power move and punishing his new assistant. "You have to give her a chance."

"I will. She's excellent," he replied. "She simply has to learn who she works for." The car continued to carry him to the office for the morning shareholder meeting.

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Katie's phone rang. it was Jameson, from her own cell.

"Hey Kate," she said. "Listen, don't talk. I don't know what happened, but you pissed Mr. nash off. He likes you, and he said you did well yesterday, but that can't happen. I'm sure it's him being petty, but he wants me to send you busy work for today. I'm going to give you a head start on it, but he expects you to pay a penance, so between you and me, just go with it for now. He isn't THAT mad, because I see we have a purchase order for theater tickets for tomorrow. Let him pull rank. Let him do what he does best, which is make a bunch of people a fortune, and whatever happened, he will forget about it before he gets back. Now, he has an appointment at 3pm. I am bumping that up to 11am, and I want you to have the driver take you to the office around 10:30. Find him, tell him the appointment with Winstar Energy's VP has been moved up, per me, and that will get you back on the job where you need to be, and not stuck here making a phonebook. You're doing great. He's like a schoolboy sometimes. He gets pouty when he likes someone and they don't react just like he wants. We just have to manage him." Her voice got lighter as she laughed a bit. "But the reason that can't happen is because it wastes OUR time!" She pivoted a bit. "This is interesting," she said. "He just emailed me to have flowers sent to all residents of the Westgate Living Community. I wonder what that is about. Anyway, I've got to go. I'll send you the directory stuff, but after 10:30, just get to the office and you'll be back doing what we hired you for. You're doing great, hang in there."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kate worked on her laptop as her boss came into the kitchen after her, she didn't even look up and just started putting information on a Microsoft word so he had it for later on.

"Donna, will you get Miss Beaumont and I tickets to the theater for tomorrow night, please? Yes, that will be fine. Thank you." he said and she tried not to smile but she was glad she would be able to go to the theater with him. He wasn't a bad guy, in fact she really liked him but god he drove her crazy."Dinner is at 7:30. And after the TV spots, we are off tomorrow. No company business."

It was then she looked up to him, "Yes Sir,thank you, Mr. Nash." The way she spoke was very professional like yesterday when she first met him. Was all she said and went back to eating and business she had been working on. Kate, regardless as to what happened last night was a professional. She asked him before anything happened if they/she was on her own time, off the clock. He said yes so she was able to let her hair down.

At the time her phone rang and Jameson called, that was when her work day started whether she was in bed or out. Kate was not going to mix business and pleasure like that, time and place for everything. it didn't matter if they were alone or not, this was time spent on the clock in her eyes.

Kate didn't want to get out of her professional status while on the clock, if one got to relaxed like that there was a good chance she could slip up when around others so to her this was the best way to handle the situation.

"Stay here, I will have Jameson give your instructions for the day. I will call her in the car." She didn't even lift her eyes to meet his, her fingers flew across the keyboard putting company names and numbers on the document. When he told her to stay here, she wanted to bark like a damn dog because that was exactly how he sounded. She could tell he was pissed about last night and perhaps her attitude this morning but he was being a dick to her.

"Yes Sir, Mr. Nash" she replied not adding fuel to the fire which she found really hard to hold back.

Once she heard the door close behind him, she finished her breakfast while getting a file together for him which she would send to his email. She stood and walked with coffee in hand to look out a huge picture window, the view was incredible as the sun was still rising. She sighed and thought about her mom, wondering if she would ever be able to come home again. That was the last of her family other than an Aunt who she had not seen since she was a young girl when she came from Ireland to visit.

Kate turned back around to finish eating and her work, when her cell phone rang. She looked at the number and seen Jameson's name. "Hello" She answered.
Jameson told her to listen and she did, she liked her a lot and it seemed she knew how much of a pain in the neck their boss could be but she also knew a side of him that Kate didn't know and soothed her a bit when it came to him. It wasn't as if she didn't understand the man had a lot on his plate but damn, he could frustrate the hell out of a person.

She said goodbye to her and ended the call. Kate laughed out loud, she couldn't believe he sent everyone at Westgate flowers. That was the sweetest gesture he could have made for Kate and that was the side of him that Jameson must know about and seen that she hasn't. Kate felt tears come to her eyes as she thought about it, she couldn't believe he did that.

Wrapping up work on her computer she walked around the place, she stood at the window for the longest time starring out at the gorgeous view. She dialed Westgate and was able to speak to her mother for a few minutes, she just had gotten done therapy and was tired. Kate missed her, but she wasn't kidding herself about the whole situation she knew how it could end, but she was thinking positive and hopeful even when there was only a glimmer of hope, it was still hope.

She was downstairs and escorted into the car by 10:20AM and at the office by 10:40. She walked up to the open door and knocked lightly. " Jameson called me and sent a car for me, with a message for you. She bumped your appointment with Winstar Energy's VP from 3pm to 11am as per her. Have a good day, if you need anything I will be in my office going through the employee directory." Kate smiled and turned away and walked to her office and started going through her emails from Jameson gathering information she needed.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

He looked up from financials as the door opened, and he was somewhat surprised to see Katie, who he had earlier told to stay at the lofts. He looked at his watch when she told him of Jameson's schedule change and thought little of it. "Thank you, Kate," he said, before she turned and walked back out. He took a moment to watch her backside as she left, then cleared off his desk to prepare for the meeting that was now much sooner than he had known. Around 11:15am, he buzzed her.

"Kate, Donna says that Roger Craig is here. Will you bring him in. I'd like you to sit in with us, please." Already having forgotten the girl's tone earlier, business was at hand, and he needed to impress this potential business partner.

"Roger," he said, extending his hand as the door opened, prompting him to rise from his desk. "Good to see you. You met Katie," he said, nodding to the pretty girl that had shown him in. "She's our best asset these days."

"I can definitely see that," Winstar's VP said. "You're a lucky guy."

"I am," Lynden responded. "Please, have a seat." He indicated one of two chairs in front of his desk. "I'm glad you could make it this week. Our investors are looking for opportunities, and I have the long enough leash to help you out while making sure we shore up some of our more neglected areas." Lynden handed data reports to Katie first and then to Roger Craig. "We are based out of Houston, and yet we do very little gulf drilling. Your company hosts twenty platforms between Miami and Galveston. I know that since BP greased up every sea turtle and shrimp along the bayou and left you with your dick in your hand, you've been looking for someone to fill those platforms. Exxon won't do it. They have their own. That means it's either Aubade or Conoco. Now, Conoco may take 14 rigs and pay you 90 cents on the dollar. That seems fine on paper, and there's no way I can do that. But what I can do is better for you long run. What I want to offer is a contract to use five of the platforms, then secure option leases on ten more, on a renewal basis every five years. In addition, I don't need the money from the oil because we can't access the refineries with it ourselves. I will sell you the shipping contracts for all wells that we use, and I will pay you to have it shipped. You then keep 10% of the gross revenues once we sell it from the refineries, and you pay us back the 90% that is ours. Katie has the math on this. Over the next decade, I believe you will make far more money with this deal than just leasing out platforms to the behemoths and letting them take their oil out of your hands." He leaned back in his chair, to allow the offer to settle in.

"What does that mean in terms of financials?" Craig asked.

"Well, it means that you no longer have property to rent, but you also have a long term stable contract for services for the next at least ten years, in addition to drilling profits that you otherwise would not have. Basically, instead of being a landlord, I'm offering you entry into the oil and gas business which you want. And I," Lynden's eyes darted toward his assistant before he deliberately continued "get everything I want." He leaned back again.

"I'm going to have to pitch the deal to our executive board in New York, but I think we can get something done." Roger Craig replied again. "They'll want to see the hard numbers."

"Let me tell you what," Lynden began once more. "We are doing media in the morning coming out of our meetings with shareholders later today. I'd like to announce that we've begun these talks. Both of our shares will get a boost going into the weekend, and we can at least get that. Then, put us on your board agenda. Katie will present to them, I'll negotiate with you in the meantime. If we can get a vote on it in New York next month, then get it wrapped up, we'd have a deal." He turned to the girl once more.

"Katie, would you please work with Mr. Craig. Provide him any information he needs and plan on doing a presentation on this deal for the Winstar Board next month in New York City. Have Jameson schedule our arrangements once Roger gets us dates. Don't torpedo this deal," he said in a clearly joking manner, prompting a laugh from the VP sitting next to her.

"She makes the deal sweeter," Roger said. "Can we get her included to come to our team?"

Lynden laughed casually. "No Roger. I think I want to keep her all to myself." He stood up and came around from his desk. "It's been a pleasure as always," he offered a handshake to Roger. "Katie, will you meet with Mr. Craig and go over any finalities we need to get things moving? I would appreciate it." As they walked out the door, Roger Craig went first and Lynden ever slightly placed his hand along the small of the girl's back. He leaned into her ear as she exited the door. "Great work on this. Please take care of anything he needs," he whispered so as to not let the potential new business partner hear. "I'm going into our shareholder meeting and should be in there until about 3:45. Would you have the car ready for us around four and we'll head out for the night and we can discuss the tomorrow's media events back at the lofts?" He thanked her once more and let her lead Roger Craig off to their meeting to complete planning for the following month's Winstar deal. He enjoyed watching her walk down the hallway once again for a brief moment before returning to his desk.

************

As Lynden Nash returned from his daydream of his pretty little assistant and the wonderful things he wanted to do with her, a group of students in Saudi Arabia gathered to demand respect and civil rights across the nation in a defiant show of resolve and courage. A woman had been beheaded three nights before by a callous regime that somehow remained an ally of the United States, sharing the black, sludge blood that pumped from the two nations to much of the world. Twenty four students used zip ties to bind themselves together, arm in arm along the entrance to the state-run energy department, which oversaw the oilfields. As constables began savagely beating them, Al Jazeera television began running film throughout the middle east. Within minutes, reports were that several of the students had made their way down an alley way and into the courtyard of the United States Embassy, seeking political asylum. A world away from a high rise in Chicago, Illinois, the princes and leaders of Saudi Arabia were preparing to pinch United States access to Saudi Arabian oil for as long as it took for the United States to turn over six college kids exercising free speech and seeking political cover to do so, from the country that valued such behavior the most. A standoff was brewing that could drive oil prices sky high, force gas prices even higher, perhaps toward five dollars a gallon, and threaten the state confiscation of the assets of American oil companies across the middle east. Including those held by Aubade. As Lynden slipped into his meeting after grabbing a Coke, he had no clue. Reports hadn't reached America just yet, not with any detail. On his way in, he stuck his head in Katie's office.

"I'm going in," he said. "If anyone needs me, it will have to wait until we're done." With that, he continued down the hall and to the elevator to go to the 39th floor where 1100 shareholders had gathered to discuss his plans for Aubade's future.