by Abby Angel
He wraps his lips around my cock and finally moves in for the kill; he starts to suck in such a perfect way that I can’t help but breathe out sharply, all air leaving my lungs and being replaced by a warm layer of pleasure. Ares Strong is sucking my cock and, God, he does it better than most women I’ve ever been with, Daphne being the clear exception.
Bobbing his head up and down, he grabs my cock by the root and starts to stroke me with the same coming-and-going motion of his mouth. I throw my head back and close my eyes, surrendering to how amazingly good his lips feel around my thickness. This is perfection; this is heaven … this is everything my body and cock need.
Feeling pleasure race through my veins blindly, I place my hands on Ares’ head and force him to go as deep as possible. He takes his hand off of my shaft, forcing his mouth down until his lips are touching the base of my cock. I let him go back up, instinctively thrusting my hips up as he starts to bob his head once more.
I repeat that over and over again, fucking his mouth until I simply can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to --” I don’t even finish the sentence. I simply explode inside his mouth, grunting as my cock thrashes wildly over his tongue. My blood is boiling, ecstasy blanketing my mind as I keep on gushing and gushing, filling his mouth. He remains in place, taking it all in; only when my cock stops spasming does he pull back, his lips slowly sliding back over my shaft. I feel a pang of sorrow as he lets go of my cock, almost as if I don’t want this moment to end.
He looks at me, a trace of my cum on his lips, and swallows. I open my mouth to say something, not knowing exactly what, and then just close it again. Sitting up straight, Ares offers me his smile and I feel my heart skip a beat as my eyes find his lips glistening from the layer of semen that covers them.
Instinct taking the steering wheel, I lean toward him and crush my mouth against his. My cum has blended with his on his mouth, and I let that raw flavor inundate me; it hits me hard, and I kiss Ares as if I’m a savage, completely unable to restrain myself.
We kiss each other for an eternity, only stopping when the need to breath finally forces us to break apart.
“Together,” I whisper softly, looking into his eyes and feeling committed to my decision: I’m trusting Ares. I’ve trusted him before, and I can do it again.
“Together,” he repeats after me. “Together.”
21
Daphne
Hard eyes and cold stares, that’s what the board is offering me right now.
Not that I’m surprised, anyway. I’m standing at the head of a table packed with some of the most cold-blooded executives in the U.S., and I’m what’s standing between them a $1.1 trillion payday.
Most of them probably don’t like the fact that I’m a woman as well. I guess it isn’t easy to have a woman in charge, and one who knows how to do her job better than any man.
“Daphne,” Elliott Wright calls my name and then clears his throat, raising his gaze toward me from the other end of the table. He’s one of the heavy-hitters of the board, a seventy-year old with more money than God himself, and a hunger for success (money is just an afterthought for him) that overshadows my love of shoes. In my head I have classified him as one of the few reasonable persons at this table. “I still don’t see why we should turn down Mr. Lee’s offer. An offer of $1.1 trillion is the best we’ll be able to do. And, really, it’s something for the history books.”
Sigh. Ever since the government decided to pony up that much money, the Union Airlines board has turned into something devoid of any rationality or common sense. I mean, seriously? Do we really want to sell a company as important as Union Airlines is to the government? What do they think is going to happen? It’s not like the government is known for managing its assets in the right way.
Besides, that “something for the history books” factor is probably something very important to Elliot … and that doesn’t really help matters.
“Elliot, like I’ve been trying to explain… If we turn Union Airlines into a government entity, how long will it be before the company faces its ruin? Do we really want to bend our knees to the government, only so that we line our own pockets with money?”
“Respectfully, Daphne, we’re all in this for the money. Union Airlines isn’t a charitable organization, as I’m sure you’re aware.” Now it’s Frank Stone joining the fray. He’s one of the oldest members of the board, part of the Union Airlines board since its first plane took to the skies. He’s a shrewd one (as the best executives always are), and his financial acumen has always been an asset to the company. Now, it seems that a $1.1 trillion figure is more than enough to make him turn a blind eye to what’s really happening.
Don’t get me wrong; I like money as much as the next person. I just don’t think that selling out and throwing everything that I believe into the dirt is a good thing to do, even if it means getting filthy rich in the process.
“Of course we’re in this for the money. I don’t think anyone in here is under some kind of illusion. But, still, do we really want to see the government tearing apart everything you have built these past decades? Union Airlines is one of the most important companies in the U.S., if not the world. We employ thousands of people, and we're a constant in the daily life of millions of people around the world. If we submit to the government, I don’t think that --”
“What are you afraid of, Daphne?” Frank cuts me short, placing both his elbows on the table and leaning forward. Everyone turns to him as he lowers his voice, and I realize that the board is using him as a spokesperson of sorts. If I want to convince the board not to sell to the government, Frank is the one I’ll have to convince first. “We’re talking about the U.S. government, not the Soviet Union. They’re not going to march us all into a gulag after we sell to them, and I’m pretty sure that they want to keep on running this company as capitalists.”
“How can you be so sure of that, Frank?” I tell him, slowly pushing my chair back and going up to my feet. I rest both my hands on the table and look around, meeting the eyes of all twelve members of the board. “It’s not the government that’s footing the bill, Frank. We’re talking about the taxpayers’ money. They don’t care how they spend it. And as soon as they have a say on how we should run this place, you can have my word that they’ll start replacing you all one by one.”
“That’s preposterous! Mr. Seymour Lee has assured me that --”
“Oh, Mr. Lee has assured you? Have you been holding private meetings with the government, Frank?” His lips turn into a thin line of contempt, and I know I’ve hit a bulls-eye. Seymour has been making the rounds, trying to make my board side with the government. And I don’t like it, not one bit. If the government is willing to act in such a shady way right from the start, I shudder to think what their plans are going to be for Union Airlines.
“Gentlemen, make no mistake about it,” I continue, trying my best to hold their gaze and put some strength behind my words, “if we sell to the government, Union Airlines as we know it is doomed. And I, as its CEO, won’t let that happen. I don’t like the government’s methods, and I don’t like it that they’re willing to use the taxpayers’ money to fund an acquisition like this. You hired me to do this job because I’m the best at what I do. So all I ask is for you to trust me to do my job, so that we don’t end up on the wrong side of history.”
My words hang over the board like swords, silence filling the whole room. This is it; if they side against me now, my position as CEO is doomed and I’ll have no way of stopping them if they want to sell Union Airlines to the government.
“I suppose we can wait some more time,” Elliot finally says, breaking the silence. I take a deep breath, realizing that I was holding my breath, and offer him a thankful smile. I guess that the “wrong side of history” angle worked, at least on Elliot. Even though he isn’t as influential as Frank, I can carry the day with his support.
I’m about to thank the board for their patience when a chorus of ringing pho
nes drowns out my voice. Everyone around the table starts fishing their phones out of their pockets and briefcases, and I do the same, except my own phone isn’t ringing. Only theirs are.
“Daphne, turn on the TV,” Elliot tells me, a defeated look in his face. Whatever’s happening, it isn’t good. Without saying a word, I reach the remote sitting on the table right in front of me, and point it at one of the flat screens mounted on the wall.
The moment the screen turns bright, my eyes are immediately drawn to the large headline under the news presenter.
SEX SCANDAL ROCKS WALL STREET.
Oh, fuck.
22
MarketWatch Journal
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Not Another Sex Scandal!
Scandal rocked the heart of Wall Street today as two of the industry’s most powerful and venerable titans faced allegations of sexual impropriety in relation to Daphne Kane, the outspoken female CEO of Union Airlines.
Sources close to all three persons of interest described a tense and grim atmosphere as salacious secrets that had been hidden from the public were leaked online through channels that are still attempting to be discerned.
“What we see here is nothing short of the corruption that is endemic to capitalist societies,” Mr. Seymour Lee, the chief spokesperson for the US Government’s efforts to acquire Union Airlines stated in press release. “When individuals become too wealthy, they often lose sight of what is decent. The allegations that were made today illustrate Daphne Kane as a woman who is unqualified to run one of the major corporations of this country. Her moral compass leaves much to be desired and the crass way she has seduced two giants of Wall Street tells me that the company she runs is better served by being placed in the hands of the government.”
Ms. Kane had no comment and has yet to respond to calls and requests for interviews. She did release a statement through a Union Airlines spokesperson that simply read, “While these allegations are a gross invasion of my private life, I am not going to confirm nor deny, or do anything to give any consideration to this matter. For this to be discussed in the public sphere is absolutely abominable, and I ask for privacy in terms of my personal life.”
Ms. Kane's pleas however seemed to fall on deaf ears as speculation and rumor began to swirl through Wall Street that the nations most powerful chief executive would soon have to step down due to the salaciousness of the stories. These stories, posted on online message boards by anonymous sources whom claim to have access to high level Union Airlines meetings illustrate a woman who sought to fulfill her voracious sexual appetite in every manner possible—engaging in sexual relations with not just Lucas Blake, but Ares Strong as well. While Ms. Kane has been linked romantically to both men, the allegations went on to specify that in a moment of passion, Ms. Kane required that both men service her sexually, and then reciprocated herself.
“If these charges are true, then while there may be nothing criminal that was done, there was somehow a very disturbing lack of good judgment,” a senior Vice President within Union Airlines said to this reporter under conditions of anonymity due to his presence on the Board of Directors. “We need a full investigation to determine whether this company is being run by a nymphomaniac.”
While an investigation is not yet on the horizon, the latest round of news does not bode well for either Daphne Kane or Union Airlines, both of which have been sitting on a $1.1 trillion buyout offer from the United States Federal Government to nationalize the ailing airline. It remains to be seen whether the allegations will hurt or help the airline, but one thing is clear at this point.
Anything can happen.
23
Lucas
My eyes have been glued to the television for the past half hour. I have no idea how they found out about what happened between me, Daphne, and Ares … but I guess that doesn’t matter, does it? It’s all out there now, twisted into a nice scandal for everyone to latch onto.
This is bad—really, really bad. With a scandal like this, it’ll be hell for Daphne to hold on to her position as CEO, and both Ares and I are in deep water as well. How are we supposed to convince the Union Airlines board of anything after something like this? They’re already itching to sell to the fucking government, and this gives them a perfect excuse on a silver platter.
I’ve cleared my schedule for the morning, and I’ve been barricaded in my office ever since the news broke, trying to think of something … anything. But I don’t see what I can do. This is everywhere; every major channel in the U.S. is covering this, and most of the international cable networks are following suit. And don’t even get me started on what’s going on throughout the Internet; it’s absolute chaos.
People are questioning our moral integrity, and making up all kinds of shit about us. You’d think we just committed genocide, judging by what some of the talking heads are spouting. And it keeps on getting worse with each passing hour.
Rubbing my temples with my thumbs, I lean back against my chair and sigh heavily. This is a proper cluster fuck, no doubt about it.
There’s a knock on my door then, the soft rapping of knuckles against wood telling me that it’s my secretary.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Blake,” Karen apologizes as she enters my office, looking as apologetic as ever. “I know you asked not to be disturbed, but there’s a Mr. Lee waiting in the lobby, and he’s… pretty insistent. He says it’s about the Union Airlines deal.”
Seymour Lee? What the hell is a sleaze ball like him doing in my office, and right after a scandal like this? Somehow, I have a feeling that the government is behind all this. I mean, who else would benefit from this mess? If Daphne is toppled from her position, and Ares and I are taken out… Well, that leaves a clear path for the government to buy Union Airlines without much of a fuss.
Besides, how hard would it be for someone to have bugged Daphne’s office? I might be able to hire a team of ex-CIA, but the government has the actual CIA at its beck and call. Not to mention the NSA.
“Send him in then. Let’s see what he has to say,” I tell her, closing my laptop and shutting down the flat TV mounted on the wall. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’ve been following the news like a crack addict, even though that’s what I’ve been doing.
“Yes, sir,” she says with a quick nod, and then leaves my office and closes the door behind her. Not even two minutes later there’s another knock on the door, but this time the door swings open before I tell whoever’s there to come in.
Seymour steps through the doorway with a pale smile on his lips, his awkward steps taking him across my office and toward my desk.
“Mr. Blake, what a pleasure!” he cries out, his high-pitched voice like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. He offers me his hand and I shake it, feeling as if I’m squeezing a dead fish in my fingers.
“Seymour Lee,” I intone, sitting back in my chair while never taking my eyes off of him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask him, the tone in my voice letting him know that the last thing I feel right now, with him in my office, is pleasure.
“Mr. Blake, as you’re well aware I, ah, represent the interests of our much beloved government.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“I’ve been following your involvement in these Union Airlines matters with great interest, Mr. Blake. Yes, great interest indeed. And I understand you to be a rational man. Am I wrong in this?” he asks me but, in the same breath, continues to speak. “Yes, yes, a rational man indeed.”
“Out with it. What are you doing here in my office? What does the U.S. government want to do with me, Mr. Lee?”
“It’s simple,” he replies, lowering his voice as a vicious grin slowly creeps onto his face. His beady eyes seem to glean with malice, and I feel a kind of hot rage flooding me. “Just back away from a Union Airlines purchase and I, ah, will make sure that this whole mess goes away. Just like it never ha
ppened!”
There you have it. If there was any doubt that this bastard was behind all this, this pretty much clears the issue: Seymour Lee is the one pulling the strings behind the curtain.
“I suggest you leave now,” I growl at him, my hands balled into fists. Swear to God, I’m a moment away from ramming my fist into his face. No one comes into my office and threatens me like this.
“Ah, be wise, Mr. Blake. Think about it. More than hurt ingwhatever deal you might have had with Union Airlines, a scandal like this will surely have some consequences for your company … and it’d be a shame to see such a lovely company crumble, wouldn’t it?” He smacks his lips together, narrowing his eyes and looking at me as if he were the spawn of the devil himself, which wouldn’t really surprise me.
“Mr. Lee,” I say, going up to his face and staring him down, “allow me to make a counter-proposal: I’ll give you five seconds to get the fuck out of my office, or else I’ll throw you out the window.”
His eyes narrow even more, and he glances quickly at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me.
“It’s a long drop. And the clock is ticking,” I whisper, almost ready to really do it. There’s nothing I’d love more right now than to grab him by his jacket and fling him out of the window. Lucky for him, murder is not something I’m too keen on.
“This is far from over,” he hisses, backing away from my desk and turning to leave. Looking back at me over his shoulder, he throws me one look of contempt and finally leaves, leaving the door open behind him.
