“I am tipsy!” said Angela, and she giggled to herself.
“Good! I am feeling it too. Let’s drive around a little. We don’t have to visit Frank but if you want to, we can.”
“Can I call Maxine from the limo? I want her to know how much fun we are having.”
“Of course!”
They left the beautiful restaurant and got into Anderson’s limo.
“While you are calling Maxine I am just going to send off a few work e-mails. Pat! Can you just drive us around a little? We need to calm down from dinner. Thanks.”
Pat, the limo driver, nodded in response. Angela took out her cell phone and called Maxine.
“Girlfriend! Guess where I am? That’s right! In the back of the limo with the sexiest man in the city! No wait, the sexiest man in the world!”
Anderson laughed again. It was a nice, deep, masculine laugh. Angela and Maxine chatted for a bit. It turned out that Maxine wasn’t feeling very well lately. She had a bit of a cold. She had already been to the doctor and it turned out there was nothing she could really do about it but wait out the symptoms and take some Tylenol.
Angela scooted over to Anderson and sat on his lap. He put his phone away and wrapped his arms around her waist. They engaged in deep, passionate kiss. They made out for a good long while as the driver drove them around various sites of the city. Anderson reached into the top of her dress and felt one of her firm, large breasts. He massaged it fervently, feeling the weight it had and enjoying how good it felt in his hand. Angela moaned in pleasure.
Then Anderson was on top of Angela. He slid up her evening skirt and began playing with her pussy with his right hand. She was already getting wet from his touch. He rubbed her clit until she was noce and wet and then slid two fingers inside of her. Angela sighed as his fingers moved in and out of her, pressing against her g-spot with each thrust.
His left hand removed the top of her dress entirely, exposing her pert, milky-white breasts. Angela raised her hips and slid her red, satin panties down her legs, exposing her moist mound. Anderson’s eyes lit up with desire at the sight of her cleanly-shaven pussy.
He took off his pants, spread her legs wide, and positioned his stiff cock directly in front of her pussy. He moaned as he teased around the lips and the opening of her slit with the tip of his dick. Angela was so turned on, her juices of arousal were soaking the head of his cock.
Finally, Anderson couldn’t take anymore and with one forceful entry he was inside of her. As he thrust himself deeply into her, over and over again, he licked and sucked on her supple breasts and kissed his way from her nipples back up to her lips. Every time Anderson penetrated her she felt closer and closer to ecstasy. As Angela began to reach her climax, her body stiffened, and she raised her hips upward, forcing Anderson’s cock deeper into her as her legs began to shake. She cried out Anderson’s name as her orgasm wracked through her body, grabbing Anderson’s ass and holding him there inside her. She breathed deeply as her climax began to subside and her body went limp.
Anderson picked up the pace, pounding away at her tight, wet pussy until he, too, came in a monumental orgasm. He moaned loudly as he shot a huge, hot load of cum into Angela, squeezing her ass cheeks as his orgasm took control. As his climax subsided, he fell back into his seat, panting heavily. Without exchanging any more words, they got into their clothes again, and holding hands, they giggled wildly at each other.
After driving around for a while Angela glanced at her phone and saw that it was already 11:00 pm. She told Anderson, and they decided it was time to visit Frank and Amanda. Pat took them back around the city and into the neighborhood where they’d just had dinner. He pulled up to Frank’s condo and, opening the door for them, let them out on the sidewalk.
“Thanks, Pat,” said Anderson.
“Thanks,” echoed Angela. Angela was smiling giddily from the drinking. She took Anderson’s arm and, still giggling to herself, walked with him up to the condo entrance. Anderson kissed her on the forehead in a loving, compassionate way.
The happy couple buzzed up and took the elevator up to the thirty-second floor and entered Frank and Amanda’s condo. It was a beautifully decorated place with hardwood floors, a grand piano, a beautiful, large kitchen, and several bathrooms and bedrooms.
Amanda walked up to Angela and hugged her warmly.
“So great to see you! We were hoping you’d decide to stop by,” said Amanda. “Can I offer you a drink? We have wine, spirits, beer, juice, or my personal favorite, Spanish coffee.”
“I’ll take one of those coffee thingies,” said Amanda, still awe-struck at the beauty of the condo and the quality of the company.
The foursome sat down on one of the comfortable, leather sofas that were positioned to face the breathtaking view of the city streets and lights.
“So, Angela, tell us about your current job,” said Frank in a non-threatening, fatherly-type way.
“Well, I have been there for about five years. My boss, Eric, is wonderful. I do a lot of the legal work and fact-checking whenever a big client joins with us. I am one of the head people on the team that is handling Anderson’s merger. I look forward to doing some great work on that file.”
“She is already doing a great job,” interjected Anderson. “We are very pleased with the level of legal support that our merger is receiving. It has barely been a few weeks but we can tell that it is going to be a smooth process, thank God.”
“Has anyone ever made you any other job offers?” asked Frank of Angela.
“Um, I’m not sure what you mean, sir. Work has been steady for me ever since I joined up with our firm. I do like it there.”
“I’ll tell you what I mean, Angela. Our office has a position opening up, for a head legal counsel within the treasury. I was wondering if you’d like to interview for it. I am one of the people on the hiring committee so there would be at least one friendly face. I think you might be perfect for it.”
Angela could tell that Frank was really good at sizing people up. He had not known her for very long, but this type of opportunity was something that Angela coveted. After all, she had been with her firm for five years, and things were getting kind of stagnant. Her raises over that term had been pretty underwhelming. She made good money, of course, but it was not as glamorous as working for Frank would be.
“I am definitely going to consider that, Mr. Edwards – I mean, Frank. Can you leave me your card please?”
Frank got up and walked across the room to the other end of the leather sofa. He sat down next to Angela and took out a card from his wallet, and gave it to her. Angela read the card.
Frank Edwards
Head of National Treasury
(416) 555-8232
[email protected]
“Thank you very much, sir,” she said.
“Just get in touch with me next week and we’ll arrange for you to come visit us. If you decide to stay at your current job, there will be no hard feelings. It’s just something to consider. I am pretty good at judging the merits of a person, and I think you’d fit in greatly with our team.”
“Now,” interjected Amanda. “Who wants some tequila? Don’t get soft on me now, Anderson. Are you enjoying your Spanish coffee, dear?”
“Very much so,” said Angela. She took another sip. It was very warm and tasted like strong whisky. It was the kind of beverage that could sneak up on you and make you even drunker than you were. Of course, tequila did that too.
Amanda lined up some shots and the four of them downed a few rounds each. When it came time to take his first shot, Anderson sprinkled some salt on Angela’s cleavage, licked it off before downing his shot, and then sucked on a lime wedge to chase the effects. Angela was giddy and laughed very hard.
“Who wants to see Angela’s panties?” asked Anderson.
“I do!” cried Frank.
Before Angela knew it, Anderson was lifting up her dress. Not only that, but he was taking her over his knee and spanking her ass. Then,
he decided it would be appropriate for the three of them to get a look at Angela’s bare ass. So he yanked down her panties and spread her cheeks, exposing her cunt and asshole to the welcoming crowd.
“No fair!” exclaimed Angela. “I’m drunk!”
“That’s not an excuse,” said Amanda.
All of a sudden, Amanda brought her hand down onto Angela’s bare cheek, swatting it in a spanking motion. She did this a couple more times, gently squeezing her cheek every time she brought it down.
“I wanna see her cunt!” said Amanda. “Up close, that is.”
Angela was just at the right state of being drunk where she didn’t really care to put up a fight any more. Besides, they all had been drinking, so what was the harm in getting a little playful?
Angela leaned back on the sofa, and raising her hips, spread her cunt for all to see. Amanda wasted no time in getting a closer look. She laid down infront of her and licked a line going from her ass-crack all the way to the top of her pussy. She paused on her clit, licking circles around it, before going back down.
Anderson, who was getting hard, wondered how he could enter the playful mix. Frank had already gotten behind Amanda and was undoing his trousers, getting ready to fuck her from behind.
“Fuck my face, Anderson,” said Angela. “I want to taste your balls and dick.”
The evening progressed into a scene of completely steamy sex. The drinks kept coming and the four of them got all the more adventurous. Anderson ended up fucking Amanda for a while, who let her husband, Frank, fuck Angela. The rest of the evening, for Angela, was a bit of a blur.
***
The following morning, Angela’s head ached. It took her a few moments to figure out where she was. Evidently, upon surveying the area, she figured out she was not in her apartment. The condo that she was in looked much nicer. Then she remembered the events of the night. She remembered Anderson, and the Edwards’, and the dancing, and the Spanish coffee, and the tequila. She was naked except for her bra and panties. She looked over to her side but found the bed empty. Then she heard some noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded as if someone was making something using a blender. That must have been Anderson.
“Anderson?” she called out.
“Yes, honey? Glad you’re up. I’m making us the breakfast of champions. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, and my own special fruit smoothie (that has won many an honorary award).”
“Did last night really happen?” asked Angela. “How many drinks did we have?”
“I lost count after that second round of tequila,” said Anderson. “It was a lot.”
“Don’t we have to be at work? What time is it?” asked Angela.
Anderson laughed. She remembered that sexy laugh from the night before.
“It’s Saturday, silly. Aside from answering e-mails, I never work on Saturdays. Especially when I have someone as sexy as you to spend time with.”
Anderson walked over to the bed and planted a soft, tender kiss on Angela’s forehead. She surprised him by grabbing him by the wrinkled shirt and pulling him onto the bed. Then she flipped him around and mounted him, pinning his hands in place above his hand.
“Ha!” she exclaimed. “You see, now I have the upper hand!”
“Don’t get too excited there, tiger,” said Anderson. “Say, have you given any thought to Frank’s offer last night? I thought that that was incredibly generous and astute of him, offering you an interview like that. It could be a big step up for you if it worked out.”
The memories came back to her, like a bubble being popped, and the offer that Frank had made her settled into her mind.
“Oh yeah!” said Angela, trailing off a little bit to herself. “I do remember that. He gave me his card, right?”
Anderson nodded.
“He seemed most impressed by you, and who could blame him?”
“Alright there, Mr. Suck-up. Say, did we have sex last night?”
“No,” said Anderson matter-of-factly. “We were way too drunk for that.”
Angela smiled at Anderson warmly. He smiled back.
“Come get some of this breakfast!” said Anderson. “It took me forty-five minutes to make!”
“Sounds delish,” said Angela.
The two of them made their way to the kitchen and sat down at a high marble table. Anderson served some pancakes and bacon. Angela ate hungrily.
“You know what would make this breakfast even more enticing?” ventured Anderson. “If we ate topless.”
Angela laughed so hard that orange juice almost came through her nose.
“That is maybe the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard! I think we can arrange something.”
Angela took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her large, voluptuous breasts plopped loose. Anderson’s eyes became glued to her chest.
“I think I may have trouble finishing the meal. There is too much eye candy in front of me. As hard as it is for me to have an actual discussion while you look as amazing as you do, what do you think you are going to do about Frank’s offer?”
“Well, I think I may learn more about it. It sounded very tempting. Frank seemed like a great guy to work for. He is so senior, and quite the gentleman. I also really liked Amanda.”
“What do you think Eric will say? Surely, he won’t want to lose you.”
“I will mention it to him only if I’m serious about the job. Perhaps he can give me a counter offer if he’s that eager to keep me. We’ll have to wait and see.”
Angela put another mouthful of bacon into her mouth.
“Well, Anderson,” she began. “I think I should be going. I have to get back to my place and freshen up. I was hoping to get a workout in today or tomorrow, and I want to see Maxine as well. Thanks for the wonderful time.”
They kissed one last time and Angela got dressed and took the elevator down to the main floor. She hopped in a cab and headed back to her apartment. There, she showered and got into a new outfit. She called Maxine to tell her about all that happened. About the drinks, the company, meeting Frank and Amanda, and about the delicious breakfast that Anderson had prepared. She spent the rest of the day lounging about her place, contemplating the interview offer, and then finally going to the gym.
In the evening, at about 10:00 pm, Angela’s mother called with some news. Apparently, her sister, Rosalie, was going to be in town this week to visit. Also, apparently, she had a new boyfriend, Sam Harris. They were fellow Masters students. He was getting his degree in Archeology. Karen laid out plans for them to go to an Italian restaurant on Wednesday.
New Opportunities
At work on Monday, Angela decided to give Frank a call to follow up on their discussion. She wanted to reaffirm that she was interested in interviewing for the position, and to showcase her enthusiasm once again. She and Frank had a detailed conversation regarding the opportunity and it sounded as though she was a perfect match. She resolved to discuss the idea with Eric later that day.
After lunch, she made her way to Eric’s office and knocked on the door. Eric was on the phone but she let herself in and sat down on the couch in her office. He was just finishing up talking with Anderson and finalizing some legal details. He hung up the phone and then focused his attention on Angela.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Hayes?” he asked, shuffling some papers on his desk.
“Well, Eric, I just wanted to let you know that I am going on an interview for the office of the treasury. Frank Edwards asked me over the weekend. I only thought it would be fair to let you know that I was considering it.”
“Angela, you’ve worked for me for five years. I have always supported you and given you opportunities to grow. I don’t want to lose you now. Anderson’s business is going to present huge opportunities for you, myself, the rest of my team, and the firm. What can I do to keep you?”
“Well, Frank has offered me almost twice my current salary. Plus I would have a staff of four clerks working under me. So it would be a real opp
ortunity to grow my career. Plus I have always wanted to work in government. I did take some finance classes in college, so I could combine what I learned there with the legal know-how I learned working for you.”
“We can talk about that. I can match the salary that they are offering you and we can hire some staff to support you. We could create a new position for you, higher up in the firm. You could even sit in on some board meetings.”
“That sounds very intriguing, sir. I will think about it over the next week.”
Angela had already decided that she was leaning towards interviewing for the job working for Frank. At the very least she could apply for the job and then decide later which one she would take. Eric was making a very generous offer.
Later that afternoon, Angela sent an e-mail to Frank. In it, she said that she would like to go to the interview. His assistant got back to her at around 4:00 pm offering to see her on Wednesday. Angela’s meeting with her Karen, Rosalie, and Sam was at 6:30 pm, so the timing would work out.
When the interview rolled around, Angela was nervous. She wore her best suit, and had gotten a manicure and pedicure the previous day. She had gotten a number of complements at work that day. Also, Anderson had texted her telling her “good luck”. She had replied back thanking him and telling him that she would get in touch soon about their second date. Also, Mark had texted her but she hadn’t replied to that one just yet. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Mark. She had a feeling that if things progressed with Anderson, she would have to give some thought about seeing both of them at the same time.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Hayes,” said the assistant as she walked into Frank’s section of the office. “Please have a seat, Mr. Edwards will be with you shortly.”
Angela couldn’t help but feel relieved that it would be Frank that was interviewing her. Although, probably, he wouldn’t be alone. After about five minutes of waiting, Frank opened the door to his office and came out, surrounded by about five or six Japanese businessmen. He said a few words to them in Japanese, and then they all bowed and made their way across the office and towards the elevators.
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