by Zoey Derrick
Pop.
Pop.
Pop, go my buttons and in go her hands, trying to free me. I push my jeans down and remember slapping the last chick in the face. I fight my urge to laugh by taking her other nipple into my mouth while her hands wrap around my cock. The contact is warm and mildly firm. She tugs and pulls, eliciting a groan from me. My hands go to the button of her shorts and she pushes her hips forward, inviting me in as she continues to stroke my cock in her hands.
After a couple more strokes, I pull back from her tits and stand up, pushing my jeans further down my thighs. I step back and grab my cock from her hand and start to stroke it. “Take em off,” I demand and she jumps down from the counter. She unbuttons and lowers her shorts, revealing a bright green thong and a very bald pussy. Yes.
Once she’s lost her shorts, she starts to climb back on the counter. I shake my head and wave my cock at her. She smiles and lowers herself to her knees. “That a girl,” I say softly as she takes my cock into her hands once again. Then her bright red lips wrap around the head of my cock. Much better, I think to myself as I close my eyes, savoring her touch and her hot mouth wrapped around my dick. “That’s it, baby, suck my cock. You like that, don’t you?”
She answers by humming and it tickles my balls. I groan and she continues. She keeps this up… she doesn’t stop and I don’t stop her. She keeps stroking and sucking. I feel my balls shrink up and my cock twitches. The head swells as I’m about to unload. One of her hands moves to massage my balls and she backs off sucking. “Don’t stop,” I growl. She begins sucking vigorously, intentionally trying to make me come. Fine with me. I take hold of her head and begin helping her. Fucking her mouth. It takes only a few strokes before I’m exploding with a grunt and a growl. My load comes too hard and fast for her. She chokes and I look at her just as my cum starts seeping out of her mouth.
It’s a gorgeous sight. Whether they’re choking on my cock or cum, it makes no difference to me. She looks up at me and she looks petrified. I guess I should have warned her before exploding down her throat. She probably thinks I’m done and it was a waste to get butt fucking naked. But once I’m finally done coming down her throat, I help her up and lift her back onto the counter before I spread her legs and bury my face into her dripping wet pussy. Ugh, I fight the gag. She tastes like she doesn’t spend enough time rubbing one out. Fuck it. I’ll make her come, and then I’m going to fuck her until she forgets her name. The blowjob wasn’t bad, but he’s hungry for something wetter and warmer.
I slide two fingers up into her pussy and she bucks. “Hold still,” I tell her. She nods and settles back down. Jeez, she isn’t saying anything. Oh well, all the better for me. Better to not say anything than to talk my fucking ear off.
Her hand plunges into my hair, squeezing and holding me to her. I continue fucking her with my fingers and sucking her clit into my mouth. Thank god it only takes about another thirty seconds before she’s exploding, crying out my name and her pussy unleashes a flood. I milk out her orgasm for her. Bringing her down with my fingers.
When she finally settles, I reach with my free hand into my jeans pocket, withdrawing a condom. I withdraw my other hand from her dripping cunt and raise my fingers up to her mouth. “Suck,” I tell her and she feverishly starts to lick her juices off my fingers. I make a show of ripping open the condom. Her eyes widen marginally as she finishes up.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, you already…”
“Oh, I’m not a one hit wonder, sweetheart, unless you want me to stop.”
“God, no,” she moans as I set about sheathing my dick in the rubber. I notice now that she still has drops of cum all over her chin and on her chest.
“Hop down and bend over,” I command her and she doesn’t argue. I watch her tits bounce as she hops down and leans over the counter, wiggling her ass in my direction. “Ready?” I ask.
“Mmm, yes, please,” she moans, as I slide the head of my cock against her pussy. She pushes back against me; I find her hole and start sliding in. Thank god, she turned around. No wonder she’s so easy. She’s like the town doorknob; everyone’s had a turn. Fuck it. Good thing I came already. I start pounding into her. She’s managed to take a little more of me than most girls, but it doesn’t matter, I can’t feel shit anyway.
I’m a big fucking dude. A good nine inches and I ain’t no fucking pencil. What the fuck does this girl fuck herself with? Jesus, she’s looser than… Oh nope, I can… nah, can’t feel that either. I close my eyes again and start fucking her harder. She bucks back into me, she’s moaning loudly and if her orgasm from earlier is any indication, she’s close. “Give it to me. Fucking come,” I growl and she bucks against me harder. I feel her clamp down a little and the warm rush of fluid spreads over my cock and I grunt and groan. Only this time, I didn’t come. At least I got a blow job. I extract myself from her and quickly pull off the condom before she can even turn around. I tie it off and grab a paper towel from the counter, wrapping up the wasted condom and throwing it away.
She’s still groaning, sated and satisfied on the counter. Whatever.
I pull up my jeans, button them and throw my t-shirt back on. “Sorry, sweetheart gotta run.” I quickly unlock the door and exit before she can protest. As soon as I step out of the room, Talon, Kyle and Mills go bolting past me.
“What the fuck?”
“Addison,” Beck says and we slowly follow behind the hoard headed toward the ladies’ room.
My phone starts to ring with Cami’s ring tone. It’s after ten; I’ve barely crawled into bed. I debate for a second about not answering. “She never calls this late. Unless… This is Raine,” I say after hitting the green button.
“Hi Raine, sorry to call so late, but I’m on my way into the office. Can you meet me there?”
“Everything all right?”
“No, but I’d rather not discuss it on the phone.”
“All right, do I need…”
“Casual is fine.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty-five.”
“See you then.” Cami disconnects the call.
What on earth could possibly have Cami going into the office at this hour?
I shrug it off and climb out of bed. I throw on my bra, a nicer t-shirt and a pair of jeans with tennis shoes and pull my hair into a messy bun. I grab my phone, my keys and my purse and head for the door. I stop to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and leave.
Twenty minutes later, I walk past the security desk to the executive elevator at the back of the bank of elevators that will take me straight to the top floor. I don’t use this elevator often because I’m not usually in this much of a hurry. My phone chimes.
I look down.
Breaking News Alert… Trouble in Dallas with 69 Bottles PR Rep, click into App for details.
“Shit,” I say as I step into the elevator. I’m going to lose service so I don’t bother clicking into it as the elevator skyrockets to the top floor.
A mere fifteen seconds later, ears popping - the reason I don’t use this elevator - I am stepping off into the reception area. “Cami,” I shout. I don’t get a response. As I round the corner I understand why. She’s on the phone.
“Calm down, Kyle. Is she all right?”
Pause.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
Another pause. She looks up at me, concern etched on her face.
“All right, keep me posted. I’m going to call the hospital and see what I can do to keep people from talking and see what information I can…” She’s cut off. “Yes, I know. We’ll take care of it…” pause, “okay, keep me posted.”
She disconnects the call. “I got an alert, is it Addison?”
Cami leans back in her chair rubbing her eyes. She’s not wearing any makeup, which for her is odd and the blue in her hair is fading out. Not a norm for her either. “Addison was attacked in Dallas tonight.”
“Jesus,” I say. It’s all I can manage because
there’s a familiar burn in my chest.
“Tell me about it. The media is already swarming the hospital and my phone has been blowing up. Trinity is on her way in.”
“What do you need from me?” I ask her without setting anything down.
“I need you to gather the masses. I am going to contact the hospital. See what we can do to make sure the staff doesn’t speak to the reporters and try to get an update on her condition. Kyle says they’re not letting them back, which usually isn’t a good sign,” she says softly. The look in her eyes is tortured. My first thought is that Addison was raped. God, I hope not. “We need to start answering the phone,” Cami continues as she looks at her watch. “I want a press conference, from here, downstairs, so let’s get the team together. There should be one already here.”
“What time?” I look at my watch, it’s nearly eleven now.
“I need time to gather some information. So let’s say midnight. I imagine they’re going to start showing up anyway.” I nod my understanding. “When you’re done with that, I need Zachary on the phone. We need to make some adjustments to Addison’s security detail. I need to discuss this with him. Actually, strike that, for now. We’ll call him tomorrow and set an appointment with him. We can’t solve that problem tonight.” Cami’s phone rings. She looks at it, sends it to voicemail and looks back at me. “Okay, yeah, let’s go with that for right now.”
“No problem. Holler if you need anything else.”
“Yup.” She picks her phone back up and starts doing something on the computer as I leave the room. I enter the reception area and I roll my eyes as I see the phone lighting up with incoming calls. I grab the receiver and pull up an internal line. I dial the press team and wait.
It took three rings and ten minutes of explaining what I needed done before they’re off on their task. I get my email and contact list open before turning on the phone and grabbing the first line.
“Bold International, Cameron Michaels’ office.”
Fifty something phone calls later, the lines are finally going quiet. In between calls, I called the media outlets that we want at the press conference. There are only a select few. Cami comes out of her office, it’s ten to twelve and she’s still unkempt. I know she will not go on the air like this. “Call down, we need another thirty minutes.”
“Yes, Cami. Anything else? Any news?”
“Not really. The hospital has agreed to stay quiet, advising the staff to avoid the cameras. Fortunately for us, Addison was secluded quickly. I’ve been informed that she is doing all right and is being treated. Nothing more than that so far. I also spoke with Mills and got some more information on the incident.” She walks over to my desk. “This is my initial press release. Can you review it for me?”
“Absolutely.”
“Great, thanks. I need to go change.” She gives me a sad half-smile. “Trinity is on her way up. Can you brief her for me? I’ll be out in about twenty.”
“Of course.”
“Thanks, Raine, and thanks for coming in too, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s what I’m here for. If you don’t mind my asking, why are you here?”
She smiles. “Tristan has some business here this week and next so we’re staying in town. I hadn’t planned on coming in until Monday, but apparently that’s changed.”
“Sorry.”
She smiles again. “No worries.” Then she turns and leaves.
I begin looking over Cami’s press release. It’s the same as the speech she’ll give downstairs. When she takes the podium, it will be me sending the document out to all the outlets. A minute into it and I can tell that Cami is frazzled with the news of what’s happened because it’s not her usual spit and polish. Just as I’m about to redden her paper, the elevator chimes and Trinity comes strolling in. “Hi Trinity.”
“Hi Raine, how’s Cami?”
I smile. “A mess, but she’s all right. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her so frazzled.”
“Well, this isn’t a client. This is an employee. She takes them a little more seriously,” Trinity says as she leans on the upper part of my desk. “What do you have there?”
“Her release. She asked me to look it over.”
Trinity winks. “Good. Where is she?”
“Getting changed. She came in pretty undone, no make-up, hair a mess.” I chuckle.
“That’s a first.” Trinity laughs too.
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“All right, I’ll wait in her office and I’ll let you get back to it.”
She leaves me alone and I go back to editing the release.
When Cami comes out, her hair is pulled up, some make-up thrown on and she’s changed her clothes. Though, given the late hour that surprises me. No one is going to give a shit. I’m typing on the computer. Cami’s release was such a mess that I had to retype it for her. “How’s it coming?” she asks.
“I’m retyping it now.”
“Okay, great. Bring it in when you’re done?” I nod. “Trinity is…”
“In your office.”
“Perfect, thanks.” Cami goes back into her office. I finish feverishly typing with less than ten minutes to spare before we’re to be down stairs.
I finish it, print it and grab it on my way into the office.
“Yes, Kyle. All right. I talked to Mills. Though I don’t know anything more from the hospital.” There’s a pause while she listens to Kyle on the other end of the phone. “We’re going to press in ten. We will squash what we can and see what else we come up with. At least then I’ll have more to go on.” Pause. “No, we’ll save that for tomorrow…uh huh…yup, okay, got it. Thanks.” Cami disconnects the line.
I walk straight toward her and hand her the new release. “Thanks,” she says half paying attention and starts looking over what I’ve just handed her. I don’t say anything, waiting for her to decide what changes she wants. She looks at me, then back to the paper, then back to me. “Was what I wrote really that bad?”
I shake my head. “No, it was fine, but your emotions were kind of all in it. I just wanted to clean it up.”
“Stale it up?” she says with a smirk.
“Yeah. I realize she’s an employee, but…”
“Well done, Raine,” Cami says as she hands the release over to Trinity.
An hour and half later, I’m finally leaving the office. It’s after two in the morning and I’m wiped. I adore Cami and her ability to stand before those reporters the way that she did. She took no bullshit and ignored many of the inconsequential questions that were being asked. She was calm and collected and it was admirable.
I’ve made no secret of my desire to step out of my assistant role and into something more PR Related. No, I don’t have the degree, but I’ve been roaming around this place long enough to understand the job, and in some cases, do it better than other reps who’ve had the schooling.
When Bobby was my boss, I’d confided in him my desire to return to school and get a degree in Public Relations. He was elated and vowed to help me get started that fall, when classes started. He died two months after that. With all the upheaval of the transfer of ownership from Bobby to Cami after his death, it slipped through the cracks and I just kept doing my job.
Being there to help Cami transition has been vitally important to me. I’ve seen six increases in pay since she took over as CEO. She keeps telling me that I deserve to be paid more. I make good money as an executive assistant, but living in California, my current salary is just barely above the minimum needed to live here. Which is why I live in a meager, two bedroom apartment not far from the office.
I’ve made it on my own since I was just out of high school when I decided I wanted to move to California from North Carolina. I thought the grass would be greener here and well, it took me nearly ten years to see the greener side of life. And the greener things have only been since breaking up with what’s his name. Things have finally started to turn around for me. I’m single
and I’m happy to be just that.
When I get home, I shed my clothes and climb into bed with just a t-shirt on. I’m too exhausted to care. Cami said that I didn’t need to come in until noon, but things are going to be crazy. I set my alarm for my normal wake up time, and fall asleep quickly.
Surprisingly, I wake up seconds before my alarm goes off. Though I’m exhausted, I stumble out of bed and head straight for the shower. I know that I don’t have to be in until noon, but I have a feeling Cami will need me sooner than that and I’m rather anxious for more information on Addison’s condition. I’m also worried about Cami. She’d said, in a rather candid moment - shortly after sending Addison on that bus - that she was worried about her with all those guys. I didn’t say anything at the time, but Addison has a reputation for being a ball buster with her clients. That at least gave me some comfort in knowing that Addison just might be all right on a bus with five men.
Thinking about Addison on that bus brings to mind my own little fantasy. A fantasy that I’ve harbored for a couple of years, even while with Michael. That name in my head sends an involuntary shiver down my spine. I try and push him from my mind and let the fantasy take over. Closing my eyes, my hands roam across my body, across my nipples and my back arches and every nerve ending in my body comes alive. I’m no prude when it comes to sex or my body. In my twenty-nine years, I’ve had enough sexual encounters to know what I like and what I don’t like.
