by Jadyn Chase
“Thank you, Jim,” I say. “Meanwhile, I think I better set up an appointment with Mr. Greenfield.
As I knew he would, Hugo Greenfield makes time in his schedule to see me later that afternoon. Jim offers to go with me, but I don’t need him blowing up at the impromptu meeting. There’s a way these things work, and they need to be done the right way.
Hugo runs his company out of the top three floors of a large office building in the heart of downtown. I wait briefly outside his office, where his gorgeous secretary offers me some coffee or water. I tell her I’ll have coffee, and I watch as she uses a coffee maker in the corner of the room. She’s young and sexy, with long legs and big tits, and the clothes to show them both off. My eyes travel up the seam of her hose on the back of her legs, and I wonder two things. If she’s wearing stockings, and if Hugo is fucking her. I bet he is. He’s happily married, of course, but everyone in the business who knows Hugo, knows he can’t keep it in his pants.
I catch the secretary looking at me a few times, and I don’t look away. She smiles. Her lips are ruby red. I wonder how they would taste. She’s checking me out, I’m sure of it, and to be honest, I’m used to it. I’m muscular and fit, only thirty-two, but a lot of guys my age are starting to let themselves go. That’s not really an option for me, so I put in my time at the gym, though my condition keeps me fit too.
“Here you go,” the young girl said to me, and she held the coffee out. I smiled at her. I could see her melt when I smiled. I take the cup from her and thank her. Right after my first sip, the door that leads into Hugo’s massive office opens, and the man himself is standing there.
He’s ten years older than me, dumpy and tired looking. He smiles, and his teeth aren’t anywhere near as nice as mine. Still, he’s strong. I know that, because he has the same beastly secret that I do. His suit is black, and his tie is fire engine red. He shakes my hand as I make my way to him. We go into his office where he shuts the door and then waits until I sit at his desk before sitting in his own chair. His desk is spartan, minimalist. It’s supposed to show me that work isn’t the only thing on his mind. He glances over at a framed photo on his desk in the corner, his wife and kids. Then he looks to me.
“She’s a hot piece of ass, huh?”
I know he’s talking about the secretary, but I consider acting like I don’t understand and asking if he means his wife. In either case, it’s true. His wife is ten years older than the secretary, but they’re both beautiful women with fake blonde hair, and big fake tits.
“Yes,” I say, and smile. It’s a boy’s club, this business. It makes me sick at times, but I play the game.
“All right,” Hugo says, and folds his hands on top of his desk. “What brings you here? Not every day my competition comes in for a visit.”
“I wanted to warn you about a crane we recently had trouble with.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Cat series one-one-twelve. Big crane. I’m sure you have a few.”
Hugo smiles. “I’m sure we do. What happened?”
I shrug my shoulders. We both know the game we’re playing, we both know what I’m doing there, but we have to pretend like we’re not about to jump across the desk and tear each other's throats out. “My foreman called me last night all pisse off. He had a guy who showed up after dinner, just to get a few things done before calling it a night. While walking across the site, right under the crane a wire on the hook block snapped off somehow, right as he was walking by. The block impacted about a foot away from the guy and made a huge dent in the ground.”
“Scary,” he says.
I nod. “Yeah. Poor guy was a mess. Of course, it’s a freak accident. I mean, if someone was up there, trying to hurt the guy, they’d have to be able to fly or something.”
Hugo nods, looking at me carefully. While cracking my knuckles, I lean forward. Hugo is strong. He’s big. I’m stronger. I’m bigger. He’s big in a slightly flabby way. I could break bricks on my abs. “So, I thought I’d come see you, because accidents like that, they shouldn’t be happening.”
Hugo nods. “Right,” he says. “Terrible accident.”
“And if something like that happens again, I don’t know what I would do. I have to keep my people safe. We all need to keep our people safe. They’re just making a living.”
“Aren’t we all?” Hugo asks me. It sounds like he’s trying to excuse his actions. I narrow my eyes.
“We owe things to these people. Sure, we’re making a living, but a lot of people depend on us. They aren’t expendable.”
Hugo waits a long time before nodding. I know that expendable is precisely how he would describe the people who work for him, right down to that hot piece of ass outside his door that he’s probably fucking every lunch break. “Of course,” he says to me.
Hugo stands, the meeting was short, but we both know it’s over. We’ve measured our cocks. Now it’s just a wait and see game. I take my leave, and I’m happy to do so. I check my phone as I’m leaving the building. Jim has left me a text. He’s found the number of the nanny service.
4
Angel
Angel
Shelly turns out to be the owner of the nanny company. She’s an old woman with snow white hair and a fiery personality. I like her as soon as I sit down and she groans.
“My ass hurts today.”
I giggle. She smiles. The meeting is short, and it doesn’t really seem like a job interview. We just talk. Shelly wants to know who I am, and I tell her. We hit it off, and after twenty minutes, if even that, she offers me a job!
It’s around six in the evening when Shelly calls me.
“Hello?”
“Hey there hun, I wanted to see if you could start right away. Had a new client sign up this afternoon, and I think you’d be perfect for it!”
“Of course!” I say. Shelly gives me the address and tells me to be there by eight the next morning. I can hardly sleep that night. I’m nervous, and I’m excited. I shower and am dressed and ready to go by seven, so I have to sit around for half an hour before I head out my door.
The house I’ve been sent to is massive. It’s crazy, how big the place is. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a bigger house. I park in the circular drive and make my way to the door. I knock, and the door is opened by a very cute little gir. She smiles, and it makes me smile.
“Are you the nanny?” she asks. “Like Mary Poppins!”
I laugh. “I am the nanny, but sadly I can’t fly like Mary Poppins.”
She lets me in and shuts the door behind me. I hear pounding footsteps running our way, as a little boy comes flying into the foyer. He stops abruptly by his older sister. If I had to guess, I’d say he was four or five, such a cute little man.
“Hi!” he says loudly. He’s basically screaming. I giggle.
“Hi.”
“I’m Brad. You’re going to take care of me. Samantha goes to school, so it’s just me and you most of the day.”
“Shush up,” Samantha tells her brother. “You talk too much.”
I grin. “It’s okay, I talk a lot too.”
The boy’s eyes sparkle. I sense someone else has entered the room and I look up to see one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen in my life. He has dark hair and blue eyes that are almost gray. His skin is tanned. He looks like a bad boy, there’s just something about him. I feel my knees almost give out.
“Hello,” he says to me, and he holds out his hand. I take it. His fingers are strong. He feels like a man. It’s a crazy thought, but I want nothing more than to just lean forward and kiss him. “I’m Eric,” he tells me.
“Angel,” I say.
“I have a bit of time before I have to go if you want to go over a few things. Samantha, can you go and finish getting ready for school please?”
“Okay,” she says, and takes her little brother by the hand as they run off. Eric leads me into a family room. We sit on a comfortable couch. He’s so close to me our knees touch. I’m suddenly se
lf-conscious that I’m just wearing jeans. I think about that sexy skirt and blouse I had on the other day. I would make a much better impression wearing that. Eric is wearing a suit that I somehow know costs more than my car. He looks amazing. He smells amazing. I bite my lip and look at him. He smiles at me.
“Samantha has to be at school by eight forty-five. It’s not far from here, you can leave at eight thirty and make it.”
“Okay,’ I say. “She goes by Samantha and not Sam?”
Eric laughs. “She might hit you if you call her Sam. She’s very much a Samantha.”
I laugh. “Okay, noted.”
We go over a few more things. Brad isn’t in preschool, but Eric still has him doing a bit of early school work that he must have done by the time we have to go pick up Samantha. I’m not expected to clean or cook. He has people who come in for that sort of stuff. It’s just my job to take care of the kids. I tell Eric I understand, and he leaves.
I get Samantha to school, and it’s shortly after lunch when Brad is in his room doing his worksheets, and I find myself in the kitchen with another woman twenty or more years my senior. She cooks for the family, often cooking meals for a few days and freezing them so Eric just has to reheat them. She’s portly and kind and makes me laugh. Her name is Nancy.
“Eric is so handsome,” I say. Nancy laughs.
“You’re telling me. And that dick of his is huge.”
I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth. “You slept with him?”
“Me?” Nancy laughs. “No. I’m almost old enough to be his mother.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re kind to say that, but it is true. No, I wanted to see what he was working with, and so I walked in on him once while he was changing. I think he knew what I was doing. Thing wasn’t even hard, and it just hung almost down to his knee. I mean, my husband, he’s a lucky man. He’s got it going on in that department, but shit, Eric put him to shame.”
I have never been with a man that large. The three guys I’ve slept with have all been normal, in my opinion. Not small, but not massive. I find myself wondering for the rest of the day what it would be like with Eric. I also wonder if I’ll ever get the chance.
5
Eric
Eric
Angel has been with us for almost a week now. The kids are loving it. Nothing has happened with Hugo, so that’s going well too. I feel happy. I feel relaxed, for the first time in a long time.
Gina calls me while I’m at work and asks if I can go to dinner tonight. She wants to see me. We’ve been dating, if you can call it that, for about two months. A handful of dates, really. We haven’t even fucked yet. She’s a beautiful woman, but I’m pretty sure she’s just after my money.
That’s not fair to Gina, of course. She hasn’t done anything to make me think that. It’s just that every woman I’ve seen since Kathy died has ended up being after my money. It gets tiring.
I call Angel and ask if it’s okay if she stays late with the kids. She says it’s fine. I call Gina back and tell her I’ll pick her up at seven. I shower at work and dress in a new suit I keep around just in case. I pull up to Gina’s apartment building, and she’s already in the lobby waiting for me. Damn, she looks stunning with her fiery red hair and tight black dress on, and I see her doorman stare at her ass as she makes her way to my car. She climbs in and leans over and kisses me. She tastes like fruit. Her dress is short, her legs bare, her feet in strappy sky high heels. She making my cock stir…Down boy!
As we drive, she spreads her legs and shoves my hand up her dress. She’s not even wearing any underwear.
“Fuck me tonight,” she purrs in my ear. She turns and kisses my neck as I drive. Her hand travels down my chest, she’s unbuttoning my pants. I’m stopped at a red light when she pulls my cock out.
I drive to the restaurant with her working my member. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels so good! She’s working me quickly when I groan. I pull over to the side of the road. I’m sure anyone walking by can see in and see what she’s doing to me, but I don’t care.
“I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Don’t want to make a mess,” Gina says, and she bends and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. She told me before she didn’t like the taste, but tonight she takes it all in her mouth, and swallows it down. She smiles at me as I start the car again and pull back onto the road. She wants something, I know it.
We’re halfway through dinner when she lays it out.
“I need help, Eric,” she tells me. “My ex-husband, he’s fucking me over. I don’t know how else to say it.”
I see the tears coming, the ones she’s working up.
“How much do you need?” I ask the woman.
She stops crying almost immediately. It kills me. She seems shocked that she doesn’t have to do more crying.
“Ten thousand dollars,” she says.
“You want me to give you ten thousand dollars?”
I watch Gina’s face. It goes from shock to something a little more unsure. She thought maybe I was just giving in right away, and now I’m asking questions. She can’t tell if she’s getting my money or not. For some reason, it makes me feel good. Fuck her. I’m tired of this, I’m tired of these women. Thinking that if they suck my cock in the car, it means I owe them, it means I’ll take care of them. I hardly know this girl, and here she is asking me for ten thousand bucks.
“I need to borrow it,” she says to me, though we both know that if I gave her this money, she has no intention of ever paying it back, not a cent.
“For what?”
“My husband, I was telling you…”
“Your husband what?” I ask.
“My ex-husband. He’s, making things hard. I don’t want anything from him, but he’s drawing the divorce out.”
“I thought you were divorced,” I say.
“Well, I mean, I’m getting divorced. I just say I am divorced because it’s as good as done.”
“It doesn’t seem like it.”
“Eric, you’re acting weird.
“Well, here’s what I'm going to do,” I say, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my wallet. I looked inside. “I have nine hundred dollars. That will easily cover dinner, and an Uber back home, and you’ll have plenty left over. Consider that payment for the blowjob, since you were obviously whoring yourself out. After that, I think we’re even, have a good life.”
Gina is looking at me as I get up to leave. Her eyes wide, her ruby red mouth hanging open. Maybe I went too far, calling her a whore, but I don’t care. I turn and walk out. She never even calls out to me, asking me to stop.
The valet gets my car quickly, and I’m in it and heading home within five minutes. I pull off the road just outside the city. There’s a long stretch of dark road out there, leading to a series of factories. I park my car on the side of this road and get out, looking up at the sky. Without really thinking, I’m loosening my tie and then undoing it completely. I unbutton my shirt, take it off and lay it inside my car on the driver’s seat. Next my shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Soon I’m naked, standing next to the car.
I need to fly. Flying always clears my head. I can feel the heat building inside of me, that fiery rag. It normally sits in a spot on my chest, near to my heart, but when I allow it to, it flows to every part of my body, to the tips of my fingers down to my toes. It changes me, and I feel it. My bones shift, melding and reforming, growing larger.
My skin turns into rock hard scales that are jet black, like my hair. As for that, it’s gone, pulling into my new dragon scalp. Knobby ivory horns form there instead, twisting and turning.
I now have a tail, thick and strong, lying on the road behind me. My fingers are tipped in deadly, curving claws. I beat my wings and can feel the pushback from the ground. I go up into the air, a few feet at first, and then with another pulse from my powerful wings, I rocket upward. I turn and twist and eventually level out. The air is cold, but I am hot, and
I enjoy the rush as it slides over my body. I take my time. I enjoy my time, in the air.
6
Angel
Angel
It’s nearly ten when Eric returns home, but I don’t mind. The kids are both asleep, of course, and I’ve been sitting in the living room, making good use of the massive TV there. I hear the front door unlock and open from out in the foyer, and I start to pull my sneakers on.
Eric walks through the door, and I feel something from him, something I can’t quite describe. There’s a… heat, radiating from his body. There’s something compelling about this man, something sexy.
“Hey,” I say. “How’d the date go?”
He smiles at me, but it’s a sad smile. “She was just after my money,” he says.
“Oh,” I say. “That sucks.”
He laughs at this. He nods then and sits next to me on the couch. “Yeah, it does. How were the kids?”
I smile. “Good. Great. We had a lot of fun.”
Eric reaches over and touches my leg, between my knee and my upper thigh. It makes my heart race. He looks me in the eye when he speaks. “I’m so glad we found you. Taking them out of that daycare, I’ve seen a big change in both of them. They’re both happier to be home, they’re both happier to be with you.”
“That’s great, I’m happy too,” I say, and I reach down and touch his hand. His skin is like fire. It’s intoxicating. I worry that if I stay any longer, I’m going to jump him. I need to go. I stand up and gather my purse and drape my jacket over my arm. Eric stands and walks me to the door. It’s Friday night, so I won’t see him, or the kids, until Monday. At the door I turn to him, and without even thinking, or planning it through, I stand on my tip toes and press my lips to his. He’s surprised, I feel him tense for a moment, and then the surprise washes away and I feel him relax, and he puts his hands on my waist and is kissing me back. I break the kiss, and smile.
