by C. T. Sloan
Liam walks me up to these giant frosted glass double doors. My lover opens one of the doors and invites me to walk inside. I step inside this space and suddenly find myself inside Liam’s personal office. The first thing that hits me is the view. Wow. I can see the mountains and the oceans. You can tell, right away, that this is the highest point in Los Angeles. The view alone would distract me from getting any work done! The rest of the large space is rather sparsely designed with contemporary furniture and a large glass desk with just a few pieces of paper.
“Alright everyone. I’ll be on the Singapore call in ten minutes. I just want to spend some time with Carrie,” my lover says. The entire group exits the room without haste. Liam puts his arm around me and looks out of the window.
“The view would be much better without the smog,” Liam jokes.
“It is still the best view in the city.”
“Yeah, every time I need a little break, I like to look out at the ocean,” my lover says. He walks over to a white leather sofa and takes a seat. I sit down next to him. Liam turns on the massive wall mounted TV. The first image on screen is that infamous video screencap of Liam and myself making out in Santa Monica. The words under the photo read, “Reclusive Billionaire’s Life Revealed.” Liam turns up the volume on the TV.
“Santa Monica’s Main Street district was the scene of chaos last night when a near riot broke out at the Alley Bar at around 11 PM. The disturbance broke out when the Fire Chief attempted to close the over-capacity bar during a performance by piano songstress Carrie Shaw. Fifteen people were arrested. However, the most shocking part of this story features this captured footage of Carrie Shaw in the embrace of this man you see on screen. That is reclusive billionaire Liam Ames the Fourth, the CEO of the powerful Ames Banking Family. Apparently, the camera shy Mr. Ames is dating Carrie Shaw who just signed a record breaking recording contract with Sony Records. A deal worth about 2.5 million dollars, according to sources. Well that amount is perhaps an hour’s pay for Mr. Ames whose wealth is rumored to be in the forty billion dollar range.”
I am cringing in my seat. Liam seems to be taking all of this sudden exposure better than myself. He looks over at me and runs his hands through my hair. “Oh well, I guess four hundred years of family privacy can’t last forever.”
“I hope this doesn’t adversely affect your life.”
“My entire life, I have avoided the media at great expense to my everyday life. I had to run around and have these anonymous affairs. I’ve had to pay off reporters and photographers to keep my life a secret. Well, I’m not going to do that anymore. In fact, I would love nothing more than to make everyone know that you and I are an item,” Liam says to me with a fierce conviction.
Liam stands up and walks to the giant floor-to-ceiling windows in his office. He is in deep thought. My lover looks down and closes his eyes. A long minute of silence passes between both of us. I finally break the tension with the simple question, “What are you thinking about, honey?”
“Whenever someone in our family was ready to introduce a special person in our lives, it is always a grand occasion. And I want my family and friends to be properly introduced to you. The longer we have the media tell the story, the more distorted our relationship will appear.”
Oh my goodness. He wants to introduce me to his family and friends. My head is spinning.
Liam walks over to his phone and presses a button. “Yes, Mr. Ames?”
“All hands meeting in the atrium in fifteen minutes.”
“Yes sir.”
My lover looks at me with a smile on his face. “I know I’m about to go in over my head,” Liam says as he grabs a pen and a paper.
“What do you have planned?”
“I want to introduce us as a couple. At first I thought about a formal cocktail party. You know, nice wine and cheese and a seven course meal. But those parties are always uncomfortable. I just think we need to have a nice big event that will make everyone feel good,” Liam explains as he leaves his office. I hurry to follow him. Just outside, his assistant informs him that all departments are currently headed to the atrium on the seventieth floor. I follow my lover to his private elevator. We head down to the seventy-first floor. The doors open. Liam allows me to exit first. We walk down a hallway and head to this grand balcony area overlooking a huge atrium on the seventieth floor. The atrium is dominated by a two story waterfall. About a thousand employees are filing into the grand area. This is all so bizarre. I just stand next to my lover and pretend to know what is going on.
Liam leans over the edge of the balcony and observes his employees below. “Okay, it looks like just about everyone is here,” my boss says in a voice that instantly makes everyone arch their chins upwards. Many of the employees look up at their boss as though he is an apparition. I can tell right away that Liam doesn’t often call these types of meetings. My lover takes a second to look over the crowd before he continues. “I am sure just about everyone has seen my face on the news. And that may come as a shock to you since I am very adamant about protecting my privacy. In fact, many of you go entire days, weeks and even months without seeing me. That is about to change for a variety of reasons. First of all, the media will now be very interested in me. Secondly, I am now in a relationship with a very wonderful girl, Carrie, who is sort of hiding behind me,” Liam says with a smile. He motions for me to lean over the balcony so everyone can see me. I shyly wave to the crowd. Some of whom wave back. “Carrie and I are an item. We have maintained a very secret relationship. Now that relationship has become public since Carrie has signed a record breaking contract over at Sony. So to celebrate Carrie’s success, and to help open myself more to you, we will be having a big party over at my Malibu Estate this upcoming Friday,” Liam announces. Everyone’s eyes open wide, some gasp, others cheer. “The party will start at 8:00 p.m. and Carrie will provide the evening’s entertainment. It will be her first big show as a signed recording artist. You can invite one guest as well. I’ll have a map and parking details sent as we put together the specifics of the party. I look forward to seeing you over at my place!”
The crowd is in shock. To many employees Liam has been about as public as Howard Hughes. Now he has invited his entire 1,000 person L.A. office to his Malibu Estate. I can’t help but be giddy about this. Liam shakes his head and laughs. “I think I am about to enjoy my life as a very public figure.” I jump up and hug him. I place his hands on my ass. We begin to kiss. I wrap my arms around his head and push my tits right up in his face. My lover pushes me up against a wall and pulls my shirt and bra up. He begins to lick and suck on my tits. As Liam works his tongue on my chest, his right hand struggles to find the button on his personal elevator. After a few seconds of fumbling, I hear the elevator doors open. Liam carries me inside and begins to instantly strip off all of my clothes. I have never been stripped naked this fast in my life. There is not a shred of clothes on me.
I pull Liam’s jacket off. Then I start to rip off that crisp white shirt. Undressing my lover is like unwrapping a nice big Christmas gift. I fall to my knees and unbuckle my lover’s belt. I pull down his pants and yank down his boxer shorts. In front of me is my lover’s thick, beautiful cock. I wrap my hands around that dick and begin to stroke off my lover. He runs his hands through my hair. Then he begins to slowly push his hard dick right up against my lips. I just love the way Liam can be tough and tender all at the same time.
As the elevator begins to rise, my lover presses the “emergency stop” button. I open my mouth and slowly slide my wet lips down that thick dick. Liam’s strong hands reach down and begin to fondle my hard nipples. I run my hands around to that nice firm ass and give it a squeeze. Liam pushes his cock down my throat. I am more than happy to take every inch my lover gives me. My lover begins to fuck my mouth. He grabs me by the ears and just abuses my throat. Now this is the kind of punishment I can enjoy.
Liam forces that dick all the way down my throat and holds it there. I can hear him grunt and
moan. I know he is doing everything in his power. While I would be more than happy to swallow every drop he has for me, my man doesn’t want to end this right away. He pushes my face away until I fall backward onto the elevator floor. Liam drops down me between my legs and begins to work his magic with his mouth. I wiggle my back as my lover’s mouth plays with every single inch between my legs. I grab him by the hair and pull him closer to me. Liam rewards me with a hurricane tongue and makes me slam the back of my head against the floor.
I arch my back. I moan out my lover’s name. He pulls up and starts to run his tongue up my body. I feel that hard dick of his sliding up my right thigh. As Liam enters me, I get a nice view of his broad chest. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick his right nipple as he pushes that thick dick inside of me.
We begin to fuck on the ground. My back rubs against the elevator floor title. We turn over and now I am on top. I sit right on that cock and begin to ride my lover like a jockey taking her stallion to the finish line. I bounce up and down on that dick while my lover explores my body with his fingers. Liam pulls me closer. We can feel each other’s breath as our fucking gets faster, deeper and more frenzied.
Liam pulls my hair with one hand while choking me with the other. I can feel my face slowly turning red. He looks directly at me. “Fucking take my dick!” he yells. My body begins to spasm in a flurry of orgasmic joy. Liam cums hard. He takes his hands and claws my ass about as hard as any man could without drawing blood. My lover reaches up and bites my shoulder. As I collapse onto Liam’s chest, I am almost sure that there will be multiple scars and bruises left on my neck and ass to remind me of this office elevator romp.
We lie on the floor of the elevator car. Liam runs his fight index finger around my hard nipples. I slowly grind my pussy against his strong right thigh. Then I look around and say, “This is a really nice elevator.”
“It’s the first time I ever fucked in it,” Liam says.
I look at the red and gold motif and smile at my lover. “The elevator car is actually pretty romantic.”
“Yeah, we should fuck here more often,” Liam says as he gets up. My lover helps me onto my feet. We begin to get dressed. Liam re-starts the elevator car. Now I have to wonder how his staff is going to react when we arrive at the seventy-third floor. We are both disheveled. And Liam - the CEO of the company - was out of sight for a good fifteen minutes. Hopefully, the office is too caught up in the party to notice.
When the doors are open, I am surprised to find the entire office back to work as though nothing strange has happened. Then it occurs to me that these people are professional bankers and traders. They are hard at work trying to make money. Perhaps they are excited to be invited to a party at their boss’s estate. However, these people appear to be all business.
“Singapore is ready when you are, Mr. Ames,” Liam’s personal assistant says without batting an eye about his obviously disheveled appearance.
“I’ll take it in my office,” Liam says as he heads back to his inner sanctum.
Liam is all business as he walks into his office and takes a seat behind his desk. I quietly sit on the sofa and pull out my iPhone. I decide to do a little useless web surfing while my lover takes care of business. While I surf online, I can hear Liam alternate between English and Mandarin with effortless efficiency. I decide to check my voice mail. There are numerous messages from Jonathan. It sounds like several people want to interview me. Wow. I need to get used to the fact that I now have a public life. I continue to check my messages. The last message is dated from two days ago. From the initial robotic, “Hello,” it sounds as though someone has left me an automated message.
“This is Westside-Pacific Towing, your car has been impounded at our Centinela Avenue location. You have twenty-eight days to pay the full fine and towing fees before your vehicle is sold at auction.”
Oh crap. I left my car at that parking lot in Santa Monica. In all of this excitement, I forgot all about my vehicle. This is the last thing I need. I’ve had my car towed once before. It cost me about $150 to get it out of the impound. As I continue to worry about my impounded little Honda, Liam finishes up his phone call with Singapore.
“What’s wrong, honey?” he asks me as he gets up from his desk.
“My car got towed.”
“That little Honda?”
“Yeah. It’s going to cost me at least $150 to get it out.”
Liam begins to laugh. “Don’t you remember. You signed a two point five million dollar recording deal. You could let the towing company crush your little Honda into a cube for all you care.”
Oh my goodness. I totally forgot about all of that money. Liam is right. I could buy a new car. Then it hits me, I could buy a really, really nice new car. Never in my life did I ever imagine that I could just sit there and have the option to buy any type of vehicle that pops into my head.
“Have you ever shopped for a new car before?” Liam asks.
“No. I’ve only purchased two cars and both times involved Craigslist.”
My lover laughs. “You should have fun with this. You wanna go over Beverly Hills and do a little car shopping?”
Alright, it’s official. My head is spinning. Car shopping? Beverly Hills?! The very thought of that just sounds obscene. I stand up and say to my lover, “Why yes. I would love to go car shopping in Beverly Hills.”
Just like that we head down to the garage of the tallest building on the West Coast. One of Liam’s assistants rides with us and gives an update on various stock prices, commodity prices and interest rates. Liam has this ability to seemingly absorb all of this information given to him in a rapid fire short-hand that makes my head spin. After getting all of this information, Liam simply says, “Increase gold and silver positions into the close.” Right when we exit the elevator, Liam turns to me with a wide smile and puts his arm around me. He goes from business to fun in a split second. “Car shopping and real estate shopping are two of the best pleasures of having money. It can turn into an addiction,” my lover says as he opens the passenger’s side door to his Ferrari.
“I can’t wait. I’ve only been in a new car dealership about three times and each time I felt like some sort of vagrant.”
“Wait and see how they will treat you when you walk inside now,” Liam says as he fires up the Ferrari. We speed out of the garage and escape from Downtown L.A. with blinding speed. Liam slaloms his $400,000 car around traffic as he make a beeline to Beverly Hills.
We turn onto Wilshire Boulevard. Liam slows down to a cruising speed as the various car dealerships come up ahead. I look to my right and see a Mercedes Dealership. There is a sports car with gullwing doors that catches my eye. At first, I think to myself, I could never afford that. Then I remember that recording contract I just signed. Now I think to myself, Yes, I can afford that. We pass by a Ferrari dealership on the left. “I have purchased several of my cars here,” Liam mentions.
Oh my goodness. I just stare at the window of the Ferrari dealership like a child gazing into a toy store. Every car looks perfect. Liam pulls over in front of the car dealership. As soon as he opens the door and steps out of his vehicle, we notice several sales people turn their heads and look at our direction. As Liam and I walk towards the door, the sales team literally runs right towards us. I certainly feel like I am entering an alternative universe. One of the older looking members of the sales team opens the door. “Mr. Ames, it is a pleasure to see you.” Wow. This guy knows Liam’s name right off the bat. Then it occurs to me that these salespeople are probably conditioned to recognize any L.A. billionaire who walks through their doors.
“How’s the Italia treating you, Mr. Ames?” the senior sales guy asks.
“Excellent as usual.”
“Are you looking to add another horse to the stable?” the sales guy asks. At first I didn’t know what he meant by that, then I realize that the Ferrari logo features a horse on it. Aha, I guess wealthy people refer to their Ferraris as horses.
“Actually, I am not the one doing the shopping today. I don’t know if you have seen the news but Carrie here just signed an unprecedented recording contract at Sony. And she will need to replace her old Honda.”
The senior sales person instantly turns his gaze onto me. “Congratulations. It would be my honor to offer you a vehicle fitting your new lifestyle.”
“Take a look around, Carrie,” Liam says to me. I begin to walk among these beautiful, sculpted Italian supercars. Each one of them are much like my lover Liam. They are strong, graced and powerful. I run my hands across the handlamps of a red Ferrari and just admire its shape for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye, something light and bright catches my attention.
I look up and see a car turning towards me on an elevated platform. It is all white. It is a convertible. It’s as though someone sculpted heaven and put it on Earth. I begin to slowly walk towards this masterpiece - this white horse mounted on the elevated platform.
“Ah, this is the Ferrari Spyder Ghost Edition - one of only 10 produced in the world. Bianco Avus exterior and interior. Platinum insignia and interior detail plating,” the salesperson says as I become lost in the beauty of this machine. The senior sales guy continues to rattle off the details of this exotic machine. However, I can not hear him. The sight of this angelic vehicle has taken over all of my other senses.
