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During
the early morning hours, a cold front had passed through town dropping the
temperature twenty degrees. It was a
dreary morning, overcast with a light misting rain. Being loathe to rush the sensuously protracted blowjob I was
receiving from Allison, I made it into the office just before ten. Duke was even later, straggling in just
after eleven.
"Morning,
Hank," he greeted as he strolled in.
"Last night was fantastic!
That big titted girl...Allie...man o'man, is that girl built!"
"She's
certainly a sight to behold," I replied.
"Where's Brandi?"
"I
had the limo driver drop her off at home.
I don't think she'll be in today."
"Taking
a sick day?" I mused.
"You
could say that... Damn! You know, I'm the one who should be taking a
sick day! That girl damned near fucked
me to death last night. Great
pussy! Marvelous pussy! Best pussy I've had in years. You were certainly right about her, she's
very open‑minded. Damn! Nothing like a fine young girl to give an
old warhorse like myself a good ride!
You know, you ought try some of that."
There
was a brief silence, then he continued, "But, you've already done
that," he stated in a low voice.
"She's not your secretary, is she?"
I
shook my head.
"Shit! Hank, you should've said something. If I'd known that she was your
girlfriend..."
"You
knew, Duke, you knew. Look, just to be
clear, I didn't put her up to it. Like
you said, she very open minded, especially about sex. Allison was supposed to entertain you into the wee hours. Brandi went with you, by her own free
will. Hell, don't worry about it. Gave me a chance to take Allison home."
"And
here I was cynically thinking that you were just trying to secure the
contract."
"I
was."
"I
know. Well, you got it. Not because you bribed me with first‑rate
pussy, but because you're the best man for the job. Hell, I can always get
pussy, but... Who am I kidding? I
haven't had anything that good in a long time!
But that's beside the point.
"Now,
let's cut the crap and get down to specifics. I want you to be the General Manager of this project. You're to oversee all aspects and have full
authority. You report to me and to me
only. I know you have you own interests
and have other clients, but I want your undivided attention on this project. Now, how does six thousand a week sound,
plus you'll have the chance to take a five percent equity position in the
project?"
Five
percent? I was dumbfounded by the
magnitude of the offer.
I
must have had my best poker‑face on because he quickly added, "Don't
worry, I've already arranged a non‑recourse loan for you to cover your
five percent... Okay, let's make it sixty five hundred a week, plus
expenses... Fuck! I'm not paying you another fucking cent, so
if you agree, just say so."
"Sure! You've got a deal, Duke!" I managed.
"Good. Let's shake on it." The deal was sealed with a handshake. "My attorney has already drawn up a
draft of the agreement," he said pulling out a sheaf of papers from his
brief case the thickness of a small telephone book. "Look this over carefully.
I know there's a lot of legal gobblely‑gook in there, but you know
the drill... deal with it. All it means
is that you're in charge of this project and I'll pay you well to do the job.
"Now,
you're going to need some staff. Brandi
is fine eye candy, but you need someone really competent to assist you. Bet she can't even type. Right?... I thought so. You'll need a little larger office too.
"Hank,
I must admit, that was some first‑class entertainment you provided last night. On this project I suspect you'll be
entertaining there often," he chuckled.
"Just don't abuse me with it, okay? Of course if I'm with you, it won't be abuse," he laughed.
"Your
salary starts today. I'll get all the
plans and particulars to you in the next few weeks. Meanwhile, I want you to take off for a few days. Get out of town. Go do whatever, but just be sure that you're back refreshed and
ready to work in two weeks.
"Now,
you have any questions?" He didn't
give me a chance to reply. "Good. I'm
famished! Let's get something to eat
besides pussy!"
Duke
wanted something simple, a beer and a burger, so we made it across the street
to a local watering hole that served up a good lunch along with frosty brews
from their own microbrewery. We had
nearly finished our burgers and were working on our second beer when Duke
dropped his bombshell.
"You
should have told me she was your girlfriend," he began. We'd already been over this ground, so I was
surprised that he'd brought it up again.
"Yesterday, I figured there
was something between you two. Then at
the club, I got the impression that you were just banging her and that's all. It wasn't until this morning, when I dropped
her off at your place, did I realize that she was playing house with you. By then... it was too late."
"I
told you, Duke, it's not a problem.
Glad you had fun with her last night."
"That's
good to hear, Hank, because I offered her a job this morning."
I
had a sinking feeling in my gut.
"Really?"
"Personal
assistant. A travel companion. You know, someone to help me close a deal if
needed."
I'm
sure that I looked like the proverbial deer‑in‑the‑headlights,
just moments before the Mack truck hit.
"Uh, okay."
"She
accepted my offer." My mind reeled
as I absorbed the full impact of what he had just said.
"I
asked her about you, Hank. She said you
were friends and lovers, but that nothing serious was going on between you,
like an engagement or anything. I asked
her if she wanted to reconsider my offer.
She said, 'No.'
"Hank,
I have to be in New York later this afternoon.
I know this is sudden, but my plane is waiting. She's packing. Do you want to tell her goodbye?"
I
sat for a long moment, recovering my composure. "She's made her decision," I managed. "There's no need to complicate
things. I don't know about you, Duke,
but I hate dealing with crying women."
"Well,
it's up to you," he said.
"I'll give you a fifteen minute head start before I go pick her
up."
"That's
okay. If I went, I'd need more than
just fifteen minutes."
"Hank,
I just don't have more than fifteen minutes."
"I
understand. Look, just tell her I'll be
thinking of her and, uh, if she's ever in town and needs a place to
crash..."
"I'll tell her.
"Well, I've got to get. Look over those legal documents and if
they're acceptable... Shit, you know what to do. After sleeping on it, I just hope you accept my offer."
"The offer's accepted, Duke.
"Look, about
Brandi… there's really no problem."
"Good. I'd hate to get a bad start on a deal over
some cunt."
"A
very fine cunt," I replied with a smile.
"Man,
you can say that again!"
We
finished our beers and then Duke excused himself. I had another beer while I stared off in space.
I
wandered back to my office and aimlessly puttered around, moving some papers
from one pile to another. When I
couldn't stand it anymore, I headed home in the light rain, confident that she
was gone.
As
I expected, the house was eerily quiet.
Brandi was indeed gone, leaving only her cell phone on the table. The rainy day insured that the pool area was
vacant too. A feeling of loneliness
descended upon me. The words of my
deceased father came to me, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might
get it." I had used her as bait to
get the contract. I got the contract,
with better terms than I could have reasonably expected. I'd just have to accept the fact that I lost my
bait.
It
was a surreal feeling. Brandi had
dumped me... for a guy old enough to be her grandfather. Of course, I was old enough to be her father,
but still... I always knew that she
would eventually move on, but... damn,
I felt used.
I
reflected upon my own feelings for her.
I liked her, genuinely liked her, but I didn't love her except in an
amative way. Yes, I did lust for her
and she was receptive. It was a mutual,
physical attraction, the joining of genitalia that bound us together, and not
much more. I was using her and she was
using me, but I knew that already.
In
a way, I felt relief. No longer did I
have to worry about feeling guilty about using her. She got a better offer and that was that. I had some great young pussy while it
lasted.
Try
as I might to rationalize the situation, my pain was still very real. Walking about, talking to myself,
remembering the good times I had with her, I came to the realization that the
house was just too damned big. Who
needs so much space? It was just me and
my memories.
I
had just decided that I should just sell the damned the place, when her cell
phone began ringing. The caller ID read
"Mom". For some reason, I
picked it up.
"Uh,
is Brandi there?" the female voice asked.
"No,
she's not," I replied.
"Who
is this?" she demanded.
"Hank
Thornton."
"Oh,
yes...Wanda Wilson, Hank. Uh, will she
be back soon?"
"No,
she won't. She's on her way to New
York."
"New
York?"
"She
accepted a job offer and left today right after lunch."
"Oh...
well, could you get her a message."
"She
left her phone here. I'm sorry, maybe I
can, but I really don't have a number."
"Oh,
god! I waited too long... I should have
called her sooner."
"Well,
if she does call, what do you want me to tell her?"
"Tell
her that I'm sorry. Tell her that I
miss her. That I love her."
"I
will, but I don't know if she'll be calling me."
"Is
she okay?"
"She's
fine, Wanda. Had dinner with her last
night. She's very excited about her new
job."
"What
kind of job?"
'The
fuck toy of a man over three times her age,' crossed my mind but I restrained
myself. "She's to be the personal
assistant to a client of mine."
"Oh,
you got her the job."
"Sort
of, but she sold herself."
"Oh,
that's wonderful!" her mother gushed having missed the double
entandre. "I've been so worried
about her."
Changing
the subject I asked, "May I ask you something personal?" There was a pause and I went on before she
could answer. "Did your
husband..."
"That
son‑of‑a‑bitch! I
don't talk to him! All this was his
fault!"
"Uh,
I don't know how to put this... I talked with your husband about it..."
"Go
on."
"Well,
I know what happened. Like I said, I
talked with your husband, sometime in late June. When Brandi moved out of your house... she was infected with a
sexually transmitted disease. Your
husband... I suppose he was infected too, and..."
"That
bastard! That goddamned bastard! I swear, I'm gonna kill that
bastard!" The phone went
dead. Not wanting it to ring again, I
turned the phone off for good.
I
felt sorry for Brandi's mother. She had let a third party come between herself
and her own flesh and blood. That third
party preyed upon and betrayed them both, and she had blamed her child. Well, it wasn't my problem, not
anymore. I did what I thought I needed
to do. I poured myself a scotch and
proceeded to get falling‑down drunk.
Next
morning my head was pounding the when the telephone woke me. "Uh, hello," I mumbled with what
felt like a pound of cotton in my mouth.
"Hank? This is Allison."
"Oh,
hi darling."
"You
okay? You sound kinda sick."
"Just
woke up," I replied wishing I hadn’t woken.
"Oh...
Is Brandi there? I've tried her cell,
but I think she turned it off."
"I
turned it off."
"Oh? How come?"
I
took a deep breath. "She left me,
Allison. Took off with Duke
Lemonde."
"That
old guy?"
"Old,
rich guy. Very rich."
"Oh...
Well, uh... what a bitch! You okay?"
"Yeah,
I'm fine. A little hung over, but I'll
live."
"I
guess I better leave you alone for right now."
"No,
no, no. Hearing your voice makes me
smile."
"Really?"
"Damned
right. You know, the other night, when
we were talking... were you serious?"
"About
what, Hank?"
"That
maybe you made a mistake by going to work at the Cirque de Venus."
"That
was a mistake. No question about
it. Now I'm a whore and..."
"You
can type?"
"Uh,
yes."
"As
good as you fuck?"
"Oh,
yes!" she laughed. "Typing's
easy too."
"Uh,
would you consider retiring as a whore and taking a secretarial job instead?"
"Hank,
I'd love to, but I've got to pay rent, pay my car note, eat... I can't make
enough money doing that."
"Sell
the car. Move in with me."
"Well,
I..."
"Look,
I'm on the hook for a pink BMW. You can
have it. What I really need is a
secretary or two, full time.
Interested?"
"Sure,
I guess... Yes, I'm interested! Oh,
this will be perfect!"
"What?"
"Well,
Jodi's lease runs out next month. She's
finished business school and she's been looking for a real job, something
respectable. How about if we both move
in and go to work for you?"
I
thought about that arrangement for about three nanoseconds. "It's a deal! You can move in this afternoon.
I know, how about if we all take a little trip? Maybe go down to Jamaica for a week?"
"Can
we?" she gushed with youthful enthusiasm.
"Oh, that'll be so cool!
You know, Hank, Nick's gonna be mad at you!"
"Allie,
don't worry about Nick. He'll do fine
and he'll get over it.
"Now
you girls get packed and come on over.
I'll see about booking us into a fancy resort and some plane
reservations."
Allie
called Jodi to the phone. After offering
them both a generous salary and special benefits, it was all settled. Suddenly, I had two new playmates and
hopefully some competent help for the office.
Funny how the set backs in life set the stage for a whole new beginning.
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