Longboard (Desk Surfing Series Book 1)

by Davila Eggert

  Alex was tall with dark hair. He actually looked more Eurasian that native Hawaiian. He kind of had the Keanu Reeves thing going. But Keanu was more handsome. Alex was pretty. He had like no fat on his body but he wasn't built. He was just toned. And he had no cheek swell. His face was very bony. He had that Calvin Klein model look but he might have been too talk to model for Calvin Klein. Alex said he wasn't from the Island, not even from the state. He was from San Francisco Bay Area. The thing about Asian-Americans, we flock to where Asians are prosperous or plentiful to gain success. Look at Maggie Q, Daniel Wu, Leehom Wong, Michael Wong and all the others. They were all Asian-Americans who went to Hong Kong to start modelling and acting. Because in the US, if you wanted to be a model or actress, you had to wait till they felt like casting an Asian. In Hong-Kong, they were casting Asians, you had to wait till they felt like casting a white girl. Apparently, Alex moved to Hawaii because it had a large Asian population. The Bay Area did as well but you were seen as an Asian. In Hawaii if you were Asian, that's just the way things were. It was nice to talk to Alex and get that perspective on being an Asian-American from someone who wasn't local. He was a smart guy, went to Caltech for business. But I was sure his looks and charm got him a bit further than his Caltech degree. It was odd talking to him. The conversation was great but he had to lean down to talk in my ear. Otherwise, the music would have drowned out our conversation. I could somehow feel Longboard's eye plowing into me. Interestingly enough, it was a similar feeling to when I was on his desk. I could feel a lot of emotion. I had a few business cards in my wallet purse. I went back to the Key Way area to get my wallet purse from the sofa.

  I saw Longboard in the middle of the way. Almost dead middle. He had his tie on still. It fit squarely in the middle of his wide shoulders. As I approached the table, the impression hit me like the cold air when I stopped dancing. Longboard's frame was so large, it looked welded together--constructed not developed. He must've had Samoan blood. It was the first time I thought about his parentage. He wasn't so tall, maybe 5'11" or 6'0", maybe. But seated, he looked mythical in proportion. His size looked unnatural. It was the first time I noticed how stocky he was. I guess because I had spent so much time over the last few days thinking about him, maybe justifying him. It was no surprise his shoulders weren't the only part of his body that was outsized. He had the look of a high-roller. His shirt was seamless. I could see it because I had seen it. I knew Italian when I saw it. And he was drinking Red Bull. He came to play. It didn't matter to me how it played out, as long as it played out.

  "Hank, have you seen a red wallet purse?"

  "No I haven't," said Hank. He went into action. He stood up and did that whistle thing with his lips.

  "Has anyone seen a red wallet purse?" he asked the crowd. Stacey, the girl from accounting pulled it from behind her. And stood up to hand it to me. I mouthed thank you to her because I didn't want to try to shout over the music. She held up an OK. I turned back to Hank.

  "Thanks boss." Hank nodded. I walked back in the direction of Alex. I got the feeling that Alex was a nice guy by the fact that he waited for me in the exact spot where I left him. Either that or the fact that he was interested. I gave Alex my card and he said he didn't have one but I told him to call my cell so I'd have his number, which he did.

  "We'll be in touch. Now go climb your company ladder."

  "You too," said Alex, "But be careful climbing in those heels." I smiled. I went back to the Key Way table and didn't want to avoid Longboard. That would've been just childish. He had seen that I wasn't waiting on him to talk to me. I was perfectly comfortable talking to other dudes, even from other companies. One of the green lasers passed over his chest. It felt to me like a metaphor. Maybe he was green with envy. I wouldn’t fawn over the man. He was a smart man. He was a successful man. But he was just a man. There were plenty of fish in the sea. That was the Ocean Thinking that came with growing up on the island. It lead you to think outward. That's how I got into the idea of desk surfing in the first place. I just walked over to him.

  "Hey Hank, have you been to this club before?" My body was at a 45-degree angle. My boobs weren't real but they were real nice. He knew. The-45 degree angle was the best view to show them off. My left nipple pointed directly between his eyes. My dress wasn't see-through but he couldn't help but notice where my nipple was. I made it technical before it became sexual. Any red-blooded male would feel his balls run hot with a perfectly sculpted 34C boob twelve inches from his face. But my nipple was where his eyes were trying to focus. His eye couldn't focus without moving his head back. My nipple was too close for his eyes to lock on. As he moved his head back, he was reminded that he did want a clearer picture. He moved his entire body back in his chair as I stood still. I was right where I needed to be. He wasn't. He didn't just reposition himself to look at my rack. He wanted a look at my entire form. He decided to stand up.

  "I usually get by at clubs," said Longboard, "I used to club a lot when I was younger."

  "Here in Honolulu?"

  "Yeah," said Longboard, "And other places."

  "Like where?"

  "I went to London a lot and sometimes Milan," said Longboard.

  "And your parents were OK with that?"

  "Well my dad wasn't always in the picture," said Longboard, "He was a busy businessman, but he financed me with private schools and what's supposed to be a great education. I went to boarding school in New Jersey before I got kicked out and had to come back to Hawaii. I actually worked for my dad for a little bit before I left for college. I didn't actually graduate high school I actually got my GED."

  "Where did you go to college?"

  "Penn," said Longboard, "That's when I would leave to Europe to go party. My dad gave me an allowance, so I just went."

  "Nice. And Henry is that a family name because you always go by Hank so it seems..."

  "Well," said Longboard, "The Pittsburgh Steelers are a family tradition. So when Dad got a boy, he did what he had to do. He named me after Steelers' coach, Chuck Noll."

  "Then why didn't you end up with the name Chuck?"

  "Because Dad didn't like the name Chuck," said Longboard.

  "So where's Henry come from?"

  "Chuck Henry Noll," said Longboard.

  "Ah."

  "Dad, wasn't that creative," said Longboard

  "You have sisters? You said when Dad got a boy."

  "Two on top, one on bottom," said Longboard.

  "You're one of four."

  "The only boy," said Longboard.

  "Then you're used to playin' with girls."

  "Maybe, maybe not," said Longboard.

  "With that shirt and that tie, you look like maybe so."

  "Only one way to find out," said Longboard, taking a sip of his Red Bull.

  "Really?"

  "Seriously," said Longboard.

  "I'll follow your lead."

  "Did you come alone?" asked Longboard.

  "Yep."

  "Then say your goodbyes now," said Longboard. It felt like an order because I wasn't really that keen to leave just yet. I could have hung out for another forty-five minutes because I didn't club regularly anymore. But I was playing the cards I was dealt.

  "OK." I went and found Camille first to let her know I was headed out. I let her know I had fun and told her I would definitely back her joining us on a permanent basis. I just wanted her to have that as a positive to think about over the weekend. She hugged me like a little sister. Even as an only child, I knew what a sibling hug felt like. I went to tell Stacey thanks for watching my purse. I made all the rounds I could, even the people that I was greeting for the first time. I knew pretty much everyone after three and a half years with the company. I didn't have good instructions, so I just left the club and walked back toward my car. There were a lot of revelers walking around downtown, so I felt relatively safe walking back to my parking spot. As I got in my car, I realized I didn't know where I was going or what I should do. I though
t about calling Longboard, but then I thought if he didn't call me I was just going home. I wasn't going to wait on him, not even sure if that's what he wanted. I started the engine and left the parking lot. I just headed in the direction of home because that was the only place I knew to go. I wasn't going to let him have me on his desk again. Not that it wasn't hot the first time, but so many things were hot the first time. It was only about a ten minute drive. So I decided if I got home for the night, I wasn't going back out. Longboard had to think and act fast. Then I got a text.

  Sage Waikiki Room 1510 Reservation Blair Fischer

  I looked at the text and realized I didn't know exactly where The Sage Waikiki was but everyone knew the place was posh. I had to Google it on my phone. It was out on Kahala Ave. And I was kind of headed in that direction. I kept repeating the reservation name over and over in my head so I could just say it naturally. About the tenth time I repeated it, I realized Blair was a unisex name. It could be for a man or woman. It was a nice play because I could ask for the keycard to 1510 under the name Blair Fischer and the front desk staff would easily think of me as a Blair Fischer. But then Longboard could do the same thing. There would be no real record that two people, male and female went to the same room, unless someone studied the camera footage. Longboard wasn't counting on that. Neither was I.

  Chapter 5

  It was about 12:53 am when I got to the room. But I wouldn't call it a room really. It was maybe a little bigger than my duplex, including both apartments. The bathroom had a step-in Jacuzzi, walled off by pillars. And it took up maybe a quarter of the entire suite. The mirror in the bathroom was so long it was panoramic. Even before I stepped into the bathroom, I could see my reflection on the far side of the mirror. The shower was the one thing I couldn't really figure out. The walls were covered with Talavera tiles. There was no curtain or glass but it was in its own area, far enough away from everything to be wet, while everything else stayed dry. The shower was elevated, two steps lead up to the floor, where you could shower. And the shower was wide. The shower had a drain but then there was a slope that allowed the water to flow down over the side of the shower floor. There was a grout covered gutter where excess water could overflow and drain off. It looked like some modern improvement on a basic concept, showering. I was sure it had some purpose or some feng shui in it. Luxury hotels were always at the forefront of the trend. I wasn't so sure whether the trend would catch on though. It looked like something they would do in Spain, but everything done in Spain didn't catch on elsewhere. Barcelona's Park Güell was like a life-sized version of Candyland. But every city didn't have one. Every city didn't need one. What I was looking at was the Park Güell of showers. I continued to study the room and felt how soft was the carpet in the bedroom. It wasn't really carpet. It was that microfiber stuff. But it was nice.

  I heard the lock turning at about 1:40 am. It had been about forty-five minutes, since I showed up but it seemed like less. There was just so much to take in. I was playing up the role of a princess for most of my time. I really didn't need Prince Charming. But his real-world counterpart walked in. Longboard was as real-world as Prince Charming got for us average girls. Kate Middleton was a mock up. You'd didn't live life thinking you were gonna get set up like her. I came out of the bathroom and saw Longboard wearing the same thing I last saw him wearing. There wasn't a greeting.

  "The front desk staff changes at 1:30 in the morning," said Longboard.

  "Then you've been here before."

  "Wolves pick their hunting ground because they know the layout," said Longboard.

  "Are you saying you're a wolf?"

  "No," said Longboard, "I'm saying I'm smart enough to follow my instinct."

  "Like a wolf?"

  "Like a hungry wolf," said Longboard.

  I didn't babysit. Most of what I was doing was psychological, priming him. I liked the guys that looked like men and I wanted them to act like men. With his broad shoulders, Longboard definitely looked the part and he acted it. Longboard gave me the impression of a man. And that was sexy. Longboard moved close to me and I turned my back to him. I could feel the cover of his shadow. I took a few steps forward but stopped. Longboard bumped into me. I grabbed his pants with my right hand and gave a grown-up squeeze to everything I could get my hand on. I couldn't get my hand on all of it. But I could feel that I had won my own bet. It didn't seem like Longboard just wanted a bang. Because he wasn't hard just yet. We'd have to remedy that, which meant foreplay.

  There was so much of Longboard that I couldn't grab all of it through his cotton pants. I could feel the tip of his penis pressed against the inside of his pants. The sudden pump from my hand put Longboard and his dong on the same page. I knew Longboard could feel his hardening dick retrofitting his own boxer-briefs. His increasing size probably slipped out the side of his briefs reminding him of something he often forgot. He hung to the right. He knew he was big. He knew, probably since the locker room in his high school football days he knew. In fact, he probably had a few girls in college call it off unexpectedly. Because his size was a little more than they were expecting. The strange thing about my line of thought was that it turned out to be true. Longboard had issues with being so big. But I was too worked up about what happened Tuesday night on Longboard's desk to think about what happened a few hours before at Osmi. We got a bit personal at Osmi. The conversation was standoff-ish but that's probably because we had hot sex and didn't say anything else about it. The brief conversation at Osmi was the first time we actually spoke, since he finished in the conference room. And we got a bit more personal. Sex isn't personal, it's biological. But Longboard talked a bit about his family. He didn't even graduate high school. I never knew that. I had the feeling his family had money but I just thought he graduated top of his class and went to an Ivy League school--then graduated top of his class from an Ivy League school. But that was judging a book by its cover. In fact, to be as successful as Longboard in business, it seems fitting that you would have a little adversity. How else could he stand up when business was down? And he did struggle to get a foothold the first five years. I didn't know that from him directly. The Hawai'i Tribune-Herald did an updated article on him called Gunslinger in 2014. It was a follow up to an article they did in 2000 called Young Gun, which illustrated his rise from a claims adjuster to entrepreneur. The article talked about some early investments that went bust but then he learned the game of managing his insurance float and started making better investments. The article talked about how he was riding the wave of success from investments he made in 2008 during the Great Recession. Some of those investments were up 800% or more and he was able to use the excess capital to make more strategic investments. And in a low interest rate environment, he was able to borrow cheap money against the value of his company to have more funds to invest. I wouldn't have understood what the article was talking about if I didn't work for Key Way.

  Longboard stood behind me and started cupping his hands over my butt. His right hand was rounding the right cheek. And his left hand was doing the left one. He was starting off a lot like he had the last time, when we were in his office. But then something changed. He fingered my left hand. He started at the palm and then worked his fingers between mine. Then he locked his hand in mine and backed off. Our hands were fastened together like Legos, as Longboard moved backward so did I. I turned around not to lose my balance. He pulled me across the room to the king-sized bed that was in the middle of the room. The entire time I was alone in the suite I didn't go near the bed. Falling on it was a good introduction. It let me know how soft the thing was. It had to be expensive. Those weren't springs underneath. I knew that much. I kind of expected Longboard to attack. But he didn't charge. And there was no Animal Planet voice-over to explain why he didn't attack. He was a wolf, a shark, a lion--any predatory animal. And he was an Alpha. He had that instinct. It's why he was successful. He had the fortitude to do what others didn't, like buy up a lot of assets in 2008 when everyone was
heading for the exits. But he rolled over on his back exposing his belly--classic submissive. He was giving in somehow, giving up some ground. His office was his den. He attacked me when I came in it. But the hotel was something else. It affected him differently, me too.

  "You know what sucks about college?" said Longboard.

  "What?"

  "Youth," he said.

  "Why?"

  "Learned youth," he said.

  "What is learned youth?"

  "A trick," he said.

  "How so?"

  "Because you are too young to realize the education you get is not in the books you bought but in the mistakes you make," said Longboard, "College makes you pay attention to the wrong things."

  "What did you study in college?"

  "Economics with an accounting minor, you?" said Longboard.

  "Communications with an emphasis in web-based communications."

  "And is this your dream job?" asked Longboard.