“How do you stay so thin and beautiful?” he asked.
“Fear and determination.”
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
“Fear is a motivator to perform excellently. And I’m determined to get naked and let you do with me whatever you will.”
Alex walked her into his dim bedroom and began stripping her blouse and skirt off. She shivered as the air conditioned breeze wafted over her body while she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Was this how Cinderella handled it, after the Prince took her upstairs? “Now the rest, Alex. You have to take my panties and heels off. I can’t be expected to do everythin’.”
She stood proudly as her tight, round breasts swung free. She arched her loins forward so his hand could slide between her legs, fingers entangling in her bush of hair. Yes, she was afraid of what was coming. It was fear of the unknown, of jumping into a lake without knowing how deep the water was.
“I thought of this. Times I got ready to go to sleep,” she whispered in his ear.
“Of making love?”
“Of havin’ you make me wet with your hands, of feelin’ your mouth suckin’ on my breasts. Wonderin’ if you’d be tender or demandin’. Even whether this would be the start of the end, a one-night stand.” She sighed deeply. “Mostly, wonderin’ if this was the end of being alone.”
“Darcy!”
“Shush. Don’t say it. I won’t mind if this is the first and last time. I’ve been alone a long time, since I left home and started with Metropolitan.
“This is the beginning of the beginning,” he said as his mouth sank into her stomach and began working its way down her torso. Darcy lay rigid, allowing the wet tongue to hover in her navel and then lick its way through her public hair. Slowly, Alex’s tongue moved to her lips, parting them and seeking her clit.
She gave a little gasp as an electric connection was made with her nerves, as the tender little thing was sucked in and out of his mouth. Then the tongue moved deeper inside her, wetting her with its saliva.
With Alex turned crossways on her body, she twisted around and pulled his cock into her mouth. It was warm, hard and salty, the very stuff of sustenance as she sucked it down into her throat. The little opening at the head was so curiously tender and delicious to her tongue, and then she drew the shaft move up into her to tickle the roof of her mouth. She relished the feeling that she was choking to death on his engorged cock, that she’d stop breathing as she pulled him deep into her throat.
Her clit and vagina were exploding from Alex’s insistent mouth, but she didn’t want to climax, didn’t want to yield yet. “Nooo,” she said, pulling away. “Inside me. I want you inside.”
“I haven’t put on a condom...”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not fertile now. Inside me!” She yanked at his hips and tried to throw him onto her stomach. She knew she was safe since her period had ended just the day before.
It felt so good behind her closed eyes to let his cock work its way up inside her body. Her back arched to make his entrance easier and her arms wound around his back to get him as far inside her as possible and let his cock slide all the way to the end of her vagina. Her hips began rising and falling in a natural rhythm to match his thrusts as their bodies played a natural symphony of sexual gratification. Time and space had no meaning in the tight world composed of thrust and counterthrust, insertion and withdrawal.
Then, Alex’s insistent cock worked faster and faster. Darcy’s legs rose, willing this welcome visitor all the way to the mouth of her womb, wishing to take all his fluid as deeply inside her as possible. Her fingernails dug deeply into his ass.
Her mind was suspended, independent of any rational thought as the once-familiar feeling again encompassed her entire body, knowing the climax was almost there and welcoming it with the emotional hysteria of anticipation.
It came with a jolt, the fluid pumping up into her uterus, fulfilling her as a woman, becoming a vessel for this man to donate his juices. Again and again and again, his pulsing ejaculations suspended Darcy on the cusp of insanity.
Slowly, reluctant to let the feeling subside, his pulsing cock began to slow and relax. There was a twitch at times, and then they both lay still and silent, bathed in sweat.
“Ahhhh,” she exhaled, tickling his shoulders. “That was awesome.”
“I’ll get that bottle of wine and see....”
“No,” she said, fingernails biting into his shoulder. “Don’t move. I want to do it again.”
The office was electric with tension. Something was in the air, and Darcy smelled a foreboding atmosphere. She called several execs she wanted to query or check copy approvals. No one was in or answering their phones. The floors were empty.
She stopped by Betty’s desk with raised eyebrows. “What’s happening? It’s deader’n a church on Monday mornin’.”
Betty grimaced. “It’s on Bloomberg News. Company called Bellwether made a tender offer to our stockholders to buy Metropolitan for $12 a share. They’ll put the value of the company on the block to swing a loan that’ll pay for the takeover.”
“You’re shittin’ me! They’d use our value to buy our company?”
Betty nodded morosely.
“Alex? And the Board of Directors?”
“Meeting. Looking for a white knight to rescue.... Oh, here’s Simon, if you want to see him.”
Darcy flinched. “I don’t want to see him,” she said softly.
“Darcy, come in,” Simon snapped. “Something I want to tell you.” He brushed by without making eye contact.
Something made Darcy realize this wasn’t the time or place to get comfortable, so she remained standing.
The little man adjusted himself in his oversized chair. “I’ll come right to the point.” His small narrow eyes bored into her. “Metropolitan is undergoing a reduction in force and we’re forced to let you go. You’ll receive two weeks’ severance pay and pay for accrued vacation. In return, you’ll need to sign this disclaimer that there is no fault on the part of Metropolitan and in no way can we be held liable....”
“Now, wait a goddamn minute! What’d I do to deserve...?”
“A number of positions are being eliminated. Metropolitan is undergoing major changes because of our new owners, Bellwether Media. But personally,” a wolf-like smile spread over his thick lips, “I’ve been personally affronted by watching you flaunt your breasts and buttocks as every man walked by, of hearing that you solicit employees at that bar after hours....”
“I think I’ll sue your fat ass. It’s called sexual harassment and intimidation....”
“Excuse me!” Alex burst into the office. “Simon, get our investment PR counselor up here. We’ve got a news release to get out. Darcy, this isn’t a good time.”
“It’s not a good time for me either,” she burst out, working to keep her voice level. “Simon just riffed me over the Bellwether acquisition. And because I have breasts and an ass.”
Alex stepped back, his eyes swinging from Darcy to Simon and back. “We’re not being acquired. We’ve arranged a friendly takeover by a venture group that’ll keep our people and strategy in place. Bellwether’s history. Now, Simon, call the PR....”
“Noooo!” Simon fell backwards in the chair.
Darcy saw the drama, the fairy tale characters demonstrating their strengths and flaws, but was also watching the elements of the story, one element of which was just out of sight. ”That means,” she said slowly, “Simon, you bought Bellwether stock. I saw the memo. Their share price was goin’ to rise, wasn’t it? So you were free to fire me. You bastard!”
“What were you thinkin’, Simon! You bought Bellwether on insider information?” He leaned forward, placing his knuckles on the desk. “I want your resignation immediately.”
Simon shot back, “My
father’s going to hear of this!”
“I’ll be the one to tell him. He helped us engineer the white knight rescue. “
They began with cocktails and appetizers at the bar of the Four Seasons and then moved up the avenue to Le Cirque for dinner at a small table in the back of the dining room. Darcy felt like a stranger, even a Cinderella who’d taken a wrong turn and ended up in a strange universe.
“I never felt so intimidated in my life as when Simon began chippin’ away about me flauntin’ my breasts and actin’ lascivious.”
“He’s a sick man.” Alex refilled her glass.
“What is it about New York? How can people bet against their own company, their own people?”
“Business is business,” Alex murmured. “The personal thing gets pushed aside.”
She was silent a moment. “Not for me.”
“What?”
“Look, you brought me in from Jersey to do a job - which I’m doin’ and doing well. You pay me a lot of money, and then I’m treated like dirt by people like...like....”
“Do you want your old job back? Go back to the production operation in the Jersey Meadows?” A concerned expression clouded his face. “Darcy, Simon was angry because he didn’t get to select the candidate he wanted, the relative of a friend. I never treated you....”
“No, you did well by me. It’s simply that I’m discoverin’ somethin’, that I’m a little compact car in the fast lane among the sports cars.”
“You want to go back? Back to the farm team? The minor leagues?”
She pushed her wine glass aside. “I am going back.” Her mouth twisted into a little half smile. “And you know, Alex, they got bridges and tunnels to take people from New York to Jersey. People come and visit all the time.”
She reached over to place her hand on his. “I can keep a light on in the window for you.”
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