Sylvia’s head pops up from behind the desk; she looks pissed that Eddie is still in the room, “Do you fucking mind?” she snaps.
“Oh! Sorry!” Eddie rolls his eyes and steps out, grumbling under his breath, “James, a word?”
I glance back at Sylvia, who says to me, “I’m putting my bathing suit back on. I’ll meet you in the locker room. I’m going to go get my clothes.”
“Okay. So sorry about that.” I say, and I know she can hear the disappointment in my voice. I step out into the hall with Eddie. We wait for a moment for Sylvia to get dressed. She passes us in the hall and hurries off to go locate her clothes.
“What do you want, Eddie?” I ask in an obviously annoyed tone.
He looks pissed off, “You can’t keep turning out businesses into your personal fuck shops!” He snaps.
I’m still furious that I didn’t get with Sylvia, so I pop off at him, “First of all, Eddie, it’s not our businesses –they’re mine. Second, that’s my office. Why don’t you learn to fucking knock?”
“Well excuse me!” Eddie hisses, “You’re right. I should have knocked now, and I should have knocked when you were doing my girlfriend on the other side of that door too, right?”
“You still pissed about that?” I ask, “I already told you, I had no idea who she was. Besides, it’s not my fault you can’t keep a woman satisfied.”
“Screw you, man.” Eddie has his fists down at his sides. “One of these days you are seriously going to cross a line with me, and you are really going to regret it. I mean, really.”
“Oh, am I?” I ask. “What are you going to do, Eddie?”
Eddie is practically shaking, “I ought to beat the shit out of you. Seriously, man. One day this whole playboy routine is going to get old, and you’re going to piss off the wrong guy while you’re fucking the wrong girl. Someone is going to kill you one of these days!”
“Is that a threat, Eddie?” I ask.
“Maybe it is!” he shouts, but then he waves his hand in my face and does an about face. “I’m not even in the mood to deal with this shit right now. I came here to get you to sign some papers; I called your driver, and he said you were here. I’ll just put it all on your desk for when you decide to actually show up for work. I’m going back to the factory.” He storms off, leaving me feeling like an idiot in my bathing suit in the middle of the hallway.
I head down to the main floor of the gym where I meet Sylvia coming out of the locker room. “Everything okay?” she asks.
I want to say no, but it’s not like I’m going to express my deep seeded disappointed that we did not wind up sleeping together. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything’s fine. That was my brother, Eddie, by the way.”
“Geeze, I guess I made one hell of a first impression then, huh?” she laughs, “My bad.”
I laugh, and the two of us head out –I’m not even going to bother trying to get her back into the mood. She’s clearly not now –not after my brother walking in on her completely nude. Another night, I suppose. I ride with her as my driver takes her home. I walk her to her apartment before returning to the car, still horny as hell. “Where to, sir?” the driver asks.
“Head to Ms. Éclair’s,” I say.
“Didn’t get lucky with Ms. Sylvia, I’m guessing.” The driver grumbles under his breath. Asshole.
I pretend I did not hear him give him a second chance, “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing, sir.” He says, and he pulls the car out into the street.
14
So Éclair turns out to be in a rather kinky mood this evening. As soon as I showed up at her door, she got me to her bedroom in a hurry and pulled out some fuzzy handcuffs. It’s been a while since we last used those, and she had been the one chained up. This time, she handcuffs me to the bed and blindfolds me. She licks my chest and works her way down speedily, clearly eager to get the ball rolling as am I.
She licks my cock and wraps her mouth around it, and I feel my toes curl slightly; this is something she is exceptionally good at. We’ve been fooling around for a while now, and she has picked up a thing or two since we first started. I groan loudly, and I’m disappointed when I feel her pull away, but she soon sits on my dick, and we are at it again. She does all the work, and I feel myself excitedly pulling at my restraints. She’s such a tease sometimes. Occasionally she leans forward, and I feel her bare breasts stroke my face and chest.
Something about the blindfold allows to you fantasize better, and I’m definitely picturing Sylvia after having struck out (thanks to Eddie) earlier today. That was a huge mistake. “God, Sylvia-” I wind up saying, and Éclair is off me in a second.
“Excuse me?” she snarls and slugs my erection like it was a damn punching bag.
“Son of a bitch, you fucking cunt!” I scream and instinctively bend my knees and roll to my side; I can’t go too far from the cuffs.
She yanks the blindfold off me, “Screw you!”
I can’t respond. She punched my dick! She actually punched my dick! She leaves the room. Seriously? “Éclair! Get your ass back in here and undo these cuffs!” I shout, my groin still throbbing. I cannot believe she did that. I hear her front door close. Hell no! She fucking left! “Bitch! I swear you better not leave me here like this!” My dick hurts, damn it!
My erection goes down, but the pain only gets worse. There is something about getting knocked in the groin that makes you want to grab at it to make sure it’s still intact, but I can’t do that with my hands cuffed. I yank at the cuffs, and I realize they’re not cheap dime-store fuzzy cuffs. I’m not getting out of here. I cannot believe her… I mean, I did say another woman’s name in bed, but it’s not like we’re dating or anything. It was an accident –I’d appreciate just moving on with me apologizing and just not getting laid.
Thirty minutes. I sit here for thirty minutes before I hear her front door open. “Éclair! Please come unlock me!” I shout.
She enters the bedroom and throws a black grocery bag at the foot of the bed. Did she go shopping? She punched me in the dick and then went shopping? She takes off her pants and underwear and climbs up on the bed, and she brings her womanhood up towards my face. She must be joking! “Get your pussy out of my face! I’m not doing that for you now!”
“Fine,” she says, and then hops off the bed and throws the grocery bag at my feet. What the hell? She pulls out a giant dildo.
“Oh, hell no,” I say and squirm my lower half away from her, “Don’t you fucking come anywhere near me with that thing!” This is rape. This is what rape is.
“Say you’re sorry, or I’m shoving this right up your-”
“Fine!” I shout, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, damn it!”
She laughs, “Good.” She tosses dildo over her shoulder and undoes the cuffs. “You didn’t think I was really going to do that, did you?”
“You went all the way to a sex shop to get one!” I snap as I sit up and rub my wrists, “Where are my fucking pants?”
“Damn, James, I about gave you a heart attack, didn’t I?” she laughs, but then she puts on a really pissed off look, “Get the hell out of my apartment.”
15
Sylvia and I are seated at one of those high-end restaurants that you either have to know someone such as myself or book reservations months in advance. I can tell she is excited to be here but trying hard to cover up the emotion. She does not want to give off the impression that she is too impressed. I think it’s cute. After our Paris date, you would think that a fancy restaurant would seem sub-par anyways. I can tell that I am probably getting laid tonight –finally. Sylvia has acted like a lady so far. She’s really making me work for it, but I can see it in her eyes tonight.
We have a fancy dinner: lobster and a bottle of wine to go along with it. My brother keeps calling me, so I put my phone on silent and toss it back into my pocket. I don’t have time for his bullshit tonight. I go over in my head everything going on at the office, and there is nothing that urgent
that he cannot handle. Instead of worrying about work, I enjoy my dinner with Sylvia. There is a lot of back and forth of sexual innuendos in our conversation, and that alone is giving me a hard on. I’m glad we’re seated at a table with a white tablecloth; I scoot closer to the table to keep my slight erection hidden from our server.
“This is the best dinner I have had in a long time.” Sylvia says, pauses, and then changes her mind, “Although, that dinner in Paris probably has this beat. I still can’t believe you took me to the Tour de France.”
“It seemed like something you would be into,” I say.
“You sure did set the bar high, my friend.” She winks at me. “I wonder how you are going to one up that?” I suddenly feel her high heel touch my leg from under the table.
“I don’t suppose you have something in particular in mind?” I ask.
“Maybe.” She says and works her foot up higher and higher until she has her heel in my lap, “Well, what have we here?” she realizes I’m hard, and for some reason, I blush. Not normally something that embarrasses me so easily, but I’ve never wanted to impress someone as much as Sylvia, and I’m worried what she will think.
She puts her foot back down. “Cute.” I say, “You’re the one rubbing me under the table with your feet.”
“What, do you have a foot fetish or something?” she asks.
“No!” I retort, and I laugh slightly, “Unless you’re into something like that.”
“Not particularly.” She says with a smile. She gives me this look in which she raises an eyebrow slightly and subtly licks her lips. Sylvia practically purrs, “So, what are we doing after dinner?”
“Well,” I say somewhat hoarsely, “I was thinking we head back to my place.”
“Oh really?” she asks. There is something about those eyes that have me transfixed. “And what makes you think I would want to do that?”
I grin, “Just a hunch.” I lean forward and touch her hand, “You know, talking to you is my favorite part of the day.”
She smirks, “Oh is it? Tell me, why are you so fascinated by me? There are plenty other fish in the sea –why me?”
“There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but you’re the only one I would want to catch and mount back home,” I say, and she busts out laughing.
“Nice pickup line, James.” She says, “All right. Why don’t you ask for the check and take this fish home, then?”
I am quick to oblige. I pay the tab, and we hurry out of the restaurant. I have my driver take us to my home, and we hurry into the elevator to the penthouse. Sylvia already can’t keep her hands off me. She keeps touching my side, my chest, and my ass. While we ride the elevator up, she tickles my throat with her lips. We practically run to the bedroom, and after I close the bedroom door and turn around I see that she is already down to her undergarments, and certainly planned for this evening based off of the sexy pink lace she is wearing.
“Whoa,” I say without thinking, and I see that she gets a big head from my uncontrolled gasp.
She waved me over with her finger, and I hurry to her. I sit on my knees on the bed and take her into my arms. She falls onto her back, and I kick off my shoes before climbing on top of her. I don’t get undressed, not yet. I’m too eager to touch her and explore her body. She has got to be one of the sexiest women I have ever laid eyes on. I touch her perfectly toned stomach and run one of my hands up towards her breasts. I discover that her bra unhooks in the front, so I unhook it and toss her bra over my shoulder. I touch one of her breasts, cupping it in my hand, and I put my mouth on her other breast. I can tell that I am tickling her slightly, but I don’t stop. Sylvia shutters slightly from my touch. I keep licking her breast as I move my hand off her other breast and down her front side, sliding my hand into her underwear. My other hand goes underneath her to hold her around the waist.
“Uhh…” I hear her groan as I touch her, and she arches her hips slightly when I press my fingers inside her.
She is working on removing my ties, but her hands are a bit shaky. This is my fantasy girl; I definitely want her to enjoy this as much as me. My tie comes off, and she tosses it over the side of the bed. I remove my jacket and toss it as well, but before I remove any more of my own clothes I remove her pink, lacey panties so that I can get a good look of her completely naked. I can feel myself growing warm as I stare at her. There is not a single flaw on her body. No blemish. Not even a birthmark that stands out. She looks almost unreal with how perfect every inch of her is.
I reach around with both arms under her legs and lift her hips up before inserting my tongue inside her. “Oh God!” she cries. I am on my knees as I lift her lower half up to my face, and the rest of her curves downward. I lower her back down, but I go with her and start to gently nibble at her, and this gets her twice as excited. I can see her hands gripping the sheets. She remains lying on her back as I sit back up on my knees to look down at her while I unbutton my shirt. She stares up at me with anticipation. I toss my shirt back and then do the same with my pants, socks, and underwear. My pants land on the nightstand when I toss them rather than the floor, and I can hear my phone vibrating against the nightstand. I roll my eyes, knowing my brother is probably calling me again.
I lay on top of her and plunge into her, and she gasps from the sudden intrusion. “Oh my God, you have a fucking mirror on your ceiling.” I hear her say, evidently just now noticing it. She laughs at it, though. I’m sure she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror.
As I move, I can feel her breathing growing heavier with each passing second. She gets louder with each breath, and her gasps are closer together. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” I say, and I can tell it turns her on to know I’ve been thinking about her, so I keep going, “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I say and carefully bite down on her ear. “I can’t handle myself around you,” I say, “You make me crazy.”
She grabs hold of my side and practically squeals, “Go deeper.” She says to me, and I obey her command. “You’re amazing!” she cries, and I can feel her back arch slightly; she screams, and I explode inside of her.
The two of us wind up lying down on our sides, staring at one another as we attempt to gather our breaths. I can hear the phone going off again, and I do my best to ignore it so as to enjoy the moment.
16
“Just answer the phone,” Sylvia says after it vibrates for the third time since we had finished having sex. She looks just as annoyed as I do.
“All right, all right,” I say and roll over to reach for my pants that had landed on the nightstand. I dig around for my phone, and when I find it I lean back on the pillow I am sharing with Sylvia and put my arm around her. She lies her head down on my chest as I answer the phone. “Hello?” I say, paying very little attention to whatever Eddie has to say. I am far too distracted by Sylvia as I continue stroking every inch of her body with my spare hand.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Eddie screams into the phone, “James, what the hell? I have been calling you for hours!”
“I was in the middle of something, Eddie,” I say.
“I swear if you were with Éclair again-”
I cut him off, “I wasn’t.”
I can feel Sylvia running her fingers across my chest; a part of me starts to wonder if she would be up for round two. “Whatever.” I hear Eddie say.
“Man, I’m still kind of in the middle of something. Could you bypass the bullshit and tell me why you keep calling me?”
Eddie grumbled, “Just turn on the television on the local news channel, asshole.”
“Fine,” I say and point to the remote, and Sylvia hands it to me. There is a television in the corner. I turn it on, and I am quite horrified at what I see.
A reporter is outside of Shattered Supplements, and there are cops everywhere keeping people away from the building; people are picketing. “Officials have linked the recent outbreaks in sudden hemorrhages, and liver failure has been traced back here at Shatte
red Supplements. We are being told that over seventy-five local LA residents alone have been victimized by the poisonings, and there are various incidences already being reported across the nation by Shattered Supplements’ customers. Thus far, Shattered Supplements’ CEO, James Mont, has not been able to be reached for questioning regarding the recent-”
There is a ringing in my ear. “Oh my God…” I hear Sylvia say.
“Eddie, what the hell is going on?” I practically scream into the phone as I sit upright.
“What’s going on is we’re getting sued!” Eddie shouts, “Someone died, James!”
“What?” I question.
“Someone died!” Eddie shouts again, “And some lawyer is representing over a hundred people who are filing a nearly billion dollar lawsuit against us!”
I think I’m going to pass out. “What… how… I don’t…” I can’t make words.
“I need you down here now, man!” Eddie says.
I can barely hear what he is saying. The ringing in my ear is getting worse. I think I’m going to be sick. Did someone die? Did someone die taking my supplements? The reporter on the television is still talking. People are picketing outside of my company. What is happening? How did this happen? This is bad. Really bad. My company is done for.
17
The incessant ringing in my ear worsens with each passing second. Sylvia is talking to me –trying to get me to respond, but I am unable to speak or move. I can hear my brother screaming into the phone, but I cannot make out the words any better than the words coming out of Sylvia’s mouth. My stomach is doing flips. I swear I might lose my lunch. I am staring at the reporter on the television as she tells all about how my company of vitamin and energy supplements is being accused of poisoning people due to company negligence. Someone is dead from taking my supplements. There is some lawyer taking on the poisoning victims or a pro-Bono case. It’s like all of a sudden my life is crashing all around me. My head starts to spin. What am I going to do? My multi-billion-dollar company is getting sued.
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