by Mia Moore
“You travel a lot?” He didn’t realize just how widely travelled Erica was up until now. His own travels were limited to a trip to Disney World as a kid, and a vacation in Mexico a couple of times.
Erica nodded. “It’s part of the job.”
“Is there any place you haven’t been?”
She smiled. “It’s a big world, Buckley.”
“So?”
“Well, I’ve never been to the South Pole… and Africa. I’ve not been there… yet.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and glanced down at her feet. Looking back up to him, she said, “But I’ll be going there in about six months.”
“You will? That’s so cool.”
“You really think so?” She brightened up. “I’m so excited about this! It’s going to be in Botswana and it’s a big step for my career!”
“That’s great.” He tilted his head. “Uhh.. where’s Botswana?”
She smirked. “So much for African American heritage, huh?”
“Nahh… I know all about Jim Crow and the Civil Rights era, girl.” He pointed a finger at her flashing a white grin. “My people have been in America for hundreds of years, y’all, not like your family. Yo’ Grandfather showing up here from England back in the 40’s!”
“Yeah,” she agreed, bobbing her head, “you got a point there. Anyway, Botswana’s just above South Africa, and it’s a landlocked country.”
“What you going to be doing there?”
She gestured to the poster sized photo on the wall. It was a chemical plant lit up at night. The glinting of the lights off the various pipes, tanks and equipment gave it almost a Christmas card look. “We’re going to be building another one of these,” she said.
“What, they come in a kit?” he couldn’t help but snicker.
“No… in fact, the Botswana project’s a pretty big deal. My company’s going to make history with it. A chemical factory that actually improves the environment!”
He could tell she was all pumped up over this. The nagging voice telling him he was only a cop, that she was out of his league was speaking softly right now. Even though environmental stuff bored the hell out of him, Erica was excited enough for both of them.
Wait a minute. That picture’s of a big place. He looked at it more closely. There were vehicles in the photo, some cars and trucks… and they were so damn small. That damn factory is pretty damn big… He looked over to Erica. “Just how long you going to be in Botswana, baby?”
Erica looked away for a second, chewing her lip. “I hoped we wouldn’t be talking about this quite yet.”
“Oh. That long, huh? Don’t want to talk about it kind of long, huh?”
She wouldn’t look at him, but nodded her head slightly, “Yes.”
He touched her shoulder. “Hey… can you at least ballpark me?”
She set her mouth and turned to him. “At least a year, probably 18 months, and maybe as long as two years.”
Buckley froze in place. He couldn’t have heard her right, right? She didn’t say two years, no damn way.
Shit!
He lowered his arm and just stared at her. After a moment he shook his head. Don’t be stupid, man. You know that anything good can end like that. So you got six months with this girl. But still… damn.
“So… six months, huh?”
She nodded.
He smiled again, and took her in his arms. “Then we better not be wasting any time.”
She reached up and put her arms around his neck. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Look, baby, you’re doing pretty damn well for yourself.” He looked around her living room, taking in the leather furnishings, hardwood floors and 12 foot high ceilings. “This condo of yours is worth a bundle. Your car, your job… lotta guys would think that you were out of my league.”
“But— ” He hushed her with his finger.
“Let me finish. I kind of feel that way sometimes.” She started again. “But you know what? I’m not doing too bad either, you know. I got a few bucks put away, and I live alright. And I know a few things about you… about us.”
Her eyes widened with questions.
“Like we both like the same kind of movies, we read the same sort of books, we like the same sort of food, and we can talk about lots of things, you know?”
She nodded.
“And finally, you’re the first woman I met who knows the difference between a touchback and a halfback and loves The Bears.” He leaned in and kissed her again. “We’ll figure out the rest, Erica. We got time enough.”
“How about we go out to the G Spot again tonight then?” she asked.
“Sure, baby.”
“Is there anything you’d like to do there, Buckley? Time being short and all…” her eyes were merry. Damn! Her sex drive’s as strong as his, and he’s making up for lost time!
He grinned at her. “Well, that Sherri woman… she’s pretty hot, for an older babe…”
Erica lifted an eyebrow.
“And, well, I’ve never seen you do girl on girl, you know…”
Chapter 36
Hours later, naked in the back playroom at The G Spot, Buckley was living the dream. On the ride over, Erica said that maybe they should just let whatever happens tonight, happen. He hadn’t gotten it on with any of the other women tonight, but they had only been in the back playing for about fifteen minutes.
He was kneeling next to Erica, watching her go down on her friend Sherri, his cock growing thicker by the second.
Sherri was lying with her back against the wall on the bed, with Erica between her legs, teasing her clit with her tongue. Her hands were gliding up and down Sherri’s thighs, up her stomach to her tits and fondling them as she licked the outside pink petals of Sherri’s pussy.
Sherri was beginning to roll her hips into Erica’s mouth, to get that tantalizing tongue working harder.
“C’mon, Erica! You’re driving me nuts! Get on that clit, girl!” she hissed.
With a chuckle, Erica bent her head down and began to nibble on Sherri’s clit, holding the tiny nub between her lips and flicking the end of it with her tongue.
“Oh yeah! That’s it!” Sherri cried out. She clutched Erica’s hair as the first orgasm washed over her. Erica pushed two fingers up inside and began to sweep her fingers across Sherri’s pussy walls, ending each stroke at the soft g-spot.
Buckley watched as Sherri began to tremble. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs as wide as she could to give Erica as much room to pleasure her cunt.
“Oh fuck, Erica! You’re gonna make me squirt! Oh damn, girl!” Sherri gasped each word out.
She’s gonna squirt! Oh man, he was living the dream! He wrapped his arm around Erica’s waist and leaned in.
“Feed it to me, baby,” cooed Erica. “Come in my mouth, baby.” She kept her head down, licking and chewing at Sherri’s pussy as her fingers inside drove the woman over the edge.
“Shiiiiit!” cried Sherri. Erica pulled her head back a little, leaving her mouth open wide as the clear fluid burst from Sherri’s pussy in a stream, dripping off Erica’s chin and funneling on the sheet. Erica’s fingers coaxed a second outcry from Sherri, and a second pulse of her juices. And a third.
Buckley was hard as steel watching the two women. Erica was leaning into Sherris pussy, licking and nuzzling into it. Sherri reached down and lifted Erica’s face up to her and they engaged in a long, slow kiss, stroking each other’s body.
A hand snuck around his waist and began to stroke and fondle Buckley’s thick cock as Sherri and Erica changed places with each other. He glanced down and saw Carrie’s eyes smiling at him. Her heart shaped face and pageboy cut of dark hair made her look like a dark version of Tinkerbell. A horny version.
“May I?” she asked, her tongue darting out in a soft arc across the tip of his cock.
He was going to call out to Erica, make sure it was okay, but she had her eyes tightly clenched as Sherri licked and strok
ed her pussy. Oh what the hell, a little head’s not going to hurt anyone, is it? He nodded down to Carrie who began to stroke and suck on the head of his cock.
He felt a dollop of pre-cum begin to force its way down the length of his shaft. This Carrie was a master at mouth work! He watched as with her eyes closed, her two small hands began to stroke and twist on his shaft, coaxing out that dribble of pre-cum. When it oozed out of the tip, Carrie brightened, and looking up into his eyes, her tongue slathered over it.
“Mmm…” she said, with a devilish smile, “more, please!”
Her husband Josh had come up behind Carrie and was fingering her pussy as she continued to give Buckley head. Damn this girl was good! She was so petite, but had damn near his whole shaft down her throat!
Carrie’s eyes flew open wide with a gasp, and she pulled her mouth off of Buckley’s cock.
“Oh yeah, Josh! Right… there baby!” She buried her head into the mattress as Josh masturbated her. He had one finger up inside her asshole as his other hand stroked her pussy. Carrie started to grind her hips into Josh’s hands, drawing circles with her ass cheeks. She began to clutch at the sheet, twisting a section of it around her hand as she orgasmed.
***
Later that night, he and Erica were sitting next to each other in her bed, holding hands.
“That was some night, baby,” he said. “I could watch you and Sherri go at it for hours.”
Erica toyed with his fingers in silence.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “I know that I told you that if you wanted to play with the other women there, it was okay with me…”
“Yeah…” he cracked a smile. “Carrie gives pretty good head. You got some talented friends.”
“Yes… and I’m glad that was as far as it went tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, this has been some day, hasn’t it? You introduced me as your girlfriend to your partner this afternoon…”
He took her hand, “You okay with that? I mean, if you don’t want…”
She cuffed him upside the head. “No! I mean yes! I mean I love the idea of being your girlfriend!” She grew silent for a moment. “And that makes you my boyfriend.”
“Sounds logical.” She shot him a look.
“I haven’t had one since college, Buckley. And I think something happened tonight.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“I don’t like the idea of watching my boyfriend have sex with other people.” She eyed him.
He nodded. “Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay? You sure?”
He took her hand in his. He closed his fingers, covering her hand. He looked into her eyes and cupped her face with his other hand. “Look, baby, the fucking and playing at that club is supposed to be fun, right?”
“Yes,” her voice was soft.
“It was fun for me to watch you and Sherri, that was for sure.” He smiled at the erotic memory that would stay with him to his dying day. “But if we never go back there, that’s fine with me too. It’s what we got, is all that matters.” For a second his face clouded. “What we got is all we got, okay? I’m not losing anything if we don’t do that anymore.”
“You sure about that? You just said it was hot.”
“And it was! But it’s not hot if it takes a piece out of you.”
She leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Buckley, you sure know how to say the right thing.”
“It’s easy when it’s the truth.”
Chapter 37
It was the best of times…
She had a boyfriend who was crazy about her. Which was exactly how she felt about him when she dared to take a quick peek inside her heart. Those quick glances scared her though, when you peel away the joy, when you lift up the great sex, when you move aside just how hot Buckley was… at the bottom of that was pain. She was leaving in six months, and would be gone for more than a year.
The situation at work was making its highest demands ever. The Sustainable Manufacturing process she had floated was now the guiding paradigm for the rest of the design and implementation for the Botswana project. Her ten and twelve hour days became fourteen and sixteen hour days. To save her a long commute, the firm took a long term booking on a hotel that was just a block away from the office.
How is a woman supposed to balance work and relationship when work is so overwhelmingly one sided in its demands?
Buckley was patient. “Just give me Saturday or Sunday, baby—we’ll make it work for us.”
She knew that things would ease up when her boss, Victor Quinn headed over to Botswana for the site development and initial construction next week. He’d be working closely with the client, architects and contractors, and her life would get back to normal. Sure, she would have to head over in six months, but until she did, she and Buckley would at least have some time together.
But things can change in a heartbeat.
***
Coming into the office at her crazy usual time of 6:00 a.m., she was surprised to see so many people around. All the lights were on in Executive Row.
What was going on? She headed over to Vic Quinn’s office. If all those guys were in, he’d probably be in too.
Quinn’s office was closed and locked. That was curious. He’d been coming in as early as she had for the last week or two. With a shrug, she headed back to her office. She’d leave him a voice mail and get filled in when he showed up.
When she got to her own office, her voice mail light was blinking. She went and pulled the message.
“Erica, it’s Mr. Dunwoodie. I don’t have your cell phone number available… hell, it doesn’t matter anyway. Look, as soon as you get this message, report to my office immediately.”
And that was it. No ‘Goodbye’, or ‘have a nice day’. Short and to the point. She took off her coat, grabbed a clipboard, and headed over to Executive Row.
Walking down the hallway to Dunwoodie’s office at the end, she saw that every V.P’s office was open. Hell, every Director’s office was open—except for Quinn’s. Half of the open offices were occupied. As she passed, the occupants noticed her and all of them—every single one in every office—stopped what they were doing and stared at her.
What was going on?
She went to the door for Dunwoodie’s office and entered.
His secretary, Jean Cutter was already at her desk. At 6:00 a.m.? What the hell was going on?
Jean got right to her feet.
“Thank God you’re here! It’s a disaster!” she scurried around her desk and opened the door to Dunwoodie’s inner sanctum. “She’s here!” she called in. Turning to Erica, she said “What are you waiting for? Get in there!” and held the doorway open.
What the hell was going on? She entered the office, scared shit and curious.
Dunwoodie was behind his desk, and was surrounded by six or seven other men. Many of them, like the CEO had their jackets off, and there was a mountain of papers on his desk and on the credenza behind him. Two of the men had construction plans spread out on the coffee table off to the side. Everyone was holding either a file folder or a sheaf of papers.
They all silently watched as she crossed the room to Dunwoodie’s desk.
She glanced around. Where’s Vic Quinn?
“You sent for me, sir?” she said to the CEO.
“Yes I did. We’re in a jam, Erica.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Victor Quinn is no longer with us.”
“What!”
“He had a heart attack last night at around 2:00 a.m. at home.”
Erica’s eyes filled. It was like losing a favorite uncle. “He’s dead?” She grasped the edge of the desk.
“What? No! Right now he’s in surgery. They’re doing some sort of bypass thing.”
“But you just said he’s no longer with us!”
Dunwoodie shook his head. “With the company, Erica. He won’t be able to come
back to work. His doctors were pretty damn specific about that when I went to the hospital.” Dunwoodie sat back in his chair. “Sunzabitches tore a strip off me, saying I came damn close to working him to death.”
That was closer to the truth than Erica was going to agree with.
“So he’s alive,” she said.
“Yeah, but he’s gone good bye from here.”
The relief swept over her like a wave. She stepped away from the desk and sat in one of the visitor’s chairs in front of it, moving a stack of files to the floor. Her knees were weak. She sat in the chair and tried to collect herself.
“Okay, he’s not dead, thank God. Where does that put the project then, Mr. Dunwoodie?”
“Well, that’s the point. I’ve been on the phone with the clients in Botswana half the night. They’re being pretty insistent that they want the project to start as scheduled.”
“But we don’t have a Project Director!” she looked around the room. Any of these men could take it over, sure; but it would take her a month at least to get them up to speed.
“Well, yeah we do,” said Dunwoodie. “Remember that presentation about ‘Sustainable Manufacturing’ you did for them two weeks ago?”
Of course she remembered it! Her knees hadn’t shaken like that since she was in grade school. She nodded.
“Well, the clients are sold on you. As far as they’re concerned, you’re the only logical choice to run the project.”
“I’ve never…” Dunwoodie waved her off.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to. Period.” He looked over at the rest of the VP’s and senior managers in the room. The youngest of them there was her Dad’s age. She doesn’t belong here! Is Dunwoodie crazy?
“But Mr. Dunwoodie, I’m only 29!”
“Look Erica, the client’s actually right on this, to tell you the truth. Aside from Vic Quinn, you’re the only person in the firm with the comprehensive knowledge of the entire project up to today.” He gestured to the rest of the men in the room and pointed at his own chest. “Sure, any of us could take it over, if you gave us a four to eight weeks crash course to get up to speed, but that’s not in the cards. The client wants the timetable to proceed, and on top of that, you’re already up to speed on most, if not all of the aspects of the project.” He pointed his finger now at her. “And lastly, and most importantly, the client is insistent that the Project Director is you.”
