by Mia Mills
I see that he's wearing his trunks that Ryder brought hours ago. "You don't need to wear this, baby." I take them off as I slide them splatting with water and putting them up to our heads, near the drainage.
Seeing the measly sight of his elongated structure, I go near him and go under the water to do something that may surprise him a little.
Under the water, his shaft is hanging while he sits and I am nearing it. I am ready to attack him with my mouth. But I let out my tongue and lick the head first.
Then, I suck his cock continuously upward motion. Jonah gives moans as he looks up with his eyes closed.
I come up as I breathe for air. Then go underwater again, to have another round.
After a few blows here and there, one job never solves the deed. In fact, he is wanting more.
"ZO- uh... Zoey I am about to cum."
"Hold it, you're not until you make me."
Suddenly he lifts me up and carries me from the hot tub and lies me on the floor. I am all drenching naked, cold and also hot on the inside. What is he going to do, leave me here?
He tugs my legs near to him, like a scissor opening its blades. He comes near to me gently crawling with kissing my every section and inch of my body from my feet upwards.
Electric current comes rushing through. I can feel some in my veins. How absolutely enticing.
Next thing I know, he is next to my core. This is it.
He rubs my labia and licks it, then opens it and sees my clitoris. He smiles and he gives it a swirl.
I am now in a daze, probably looking at the stars. Jonah puts his finger inside, rubs and makes circles as he put his tongue again to the opening. I can feel something wet and engorging.
He then touches my left breast as he sees my perky hard nipples. But he continues sucking my pussy. Eating me in delight, I wonder what is he thinking right now?
"Oh... oh OHHHH... my god. JONAH"
"Jonah I... stop... No... Wait...” He doesn't stop surely. He continues eating me up.
"Arghh aughhhh!" "FU..... UGHHH FUCKKK!" I sit up and bend my body as my jaw opens wide.
Jonah is not done with me. I can see his shaft gorging on me. He then puts his cock in my pussy. Opening my core first and slowly entering, he shushes me so I won't let out a noise.
"Easy peasy, darling. I won't bite."
Just then, he thrusts hard and vigorously like a madman hammering his victim. I can feel his balls slamming near my anal area. Maybe he is lifting me up right now, who knows?
I cannot even think straight. My legs are up as he holds them high in the air, and fucks me repeatedly. Probably my favorite position so far.
But my standard is always missionary at its best. I gaze upon his naked body.
Is this a dream? Somebody has to pinch me. Fucking all four on the same night.
No, I am wide awake. You're just a floozy bitch.
He turns me over to the side. I'm surprised he's not finished with me yet. Actually, I'm not even surprised at all.
Because I am fucking craving for more. Eat my ass, you freak!
I am so right. My ass is on top as he faces it. He opens my derriere and kisses it repeatedly.
I am in a jolt, like an electric shock even. He opens it to the core that his cock would fit it right through. Damn, it is humongous and hard.
Anal is never really my favorite but I always crave it as it's in my fantasies a lot of times. I remember the times we fucked anally with these four.
Just then, his penis pushes right through my ass as if it were a sword slicing something up. A bit painful to say the least. "Aaaachhhhh!!!" But after a while, it feels heavenly.
It goes faster until I feel some wetness from our own bodies. We each sigh and gasp. Our breathing is not ideal for the weak or the ill-hearted.
"I am going to come, baby" He belts out.
"Shit" I can feel white milky viscous liquid splattering on my butt.
My mind goes blank all of a sudden. We both cannot move. Our heartbeats are definitely racing faster.
Zoey
Stretching my arms out, I make an attempt to blindly search for another source of warmth and find nothing. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light coming in from the wide-open windows. Cool air from outside makes the sheets colder and makes me more aware that I'm alone in the room.
I sit up and wet my lips before rubbing my eyes, "Guys?" I yawn, "Gavin? Ryder? Anyone?"
Wrapping the blanket around my body, I explore the other rooms to check only to find nothing, not even their clothes. Maybe they're having breakfast downstairs?
I let the blanket drop from my shoulders and walk around in my bare skin; letting the cool air kiss me and wake my senses up. I take a brisk shower and fix myself up in no time. When I get out, I half-expected them to be back in the room and I'm disappointed when I realize that they're not.
My phone is on the end table beside the bed, I grab it and unlock it to check the time but it's out of battery.
Taking my things, I make my way down to the lobby where I'm greeted by the maître d'hôtel.
"Good morning, Ms. Foster. If I'd known you were awake I would have sent breakfast over to your room." He smiles warmly at me.
"Oh, there's no need. Could I ask if you have a charger around here I could use my phone?" I take my phone out from my bag.
He gestures towards the receptionist's counter, "You can ask the receptionist for assistance."
"Thanks." And then, I remember to ask, "Oh, wait. One other thing, I woke up alone. Do you know where I can find the people I was with? They haven't been back to the room."
He checks the time on his watch and looks back up at me, "They all left almost five hours ago before the sun even rose. From what I know, they were talking about heading back to their offices."
My heart skips a beat. That can't be right. Five hours ago? If they left five hours ago for their offices I should be at mine now. I start looking all over the place for a clock or anything to tell me the time, then I remember the maître d'hôtel's watch.
"Excuse me. Sorry." I swallow the lump in my throat so that my voice doesn't crack, "I just have to know one last thing. Could you tell me what time it is?"
He blinks, obviously aware that I'm panicking, when he checks his watch, the smile he had on fades away into a pitiful frown, "It's half past eight."
Oh my fucking God.
Scrambling, I bring my phone closer to the receptionist and she gives me the cord to charge it. When it's plugged in, I have to wait for it to have 1% before it powers back on.
"Don't you guys do a wake-up call around here?" I know it's wrong for me to direct my panic at them, but I can't accept that I'm late for no reason than my own irresponsibility.
"We do. B-but when you answered you said you were up." The receptionist purses her lips after she speaks as if she's scared.
I close my eyes and bite my lower lip, "Oh my God. Okay. I get it. I'm sorry."
Fuck. I must have done that in a daze. I can't remember even answering the phone.
My eyes stare at the battery logo on my screen, it's like I'm etching it into my brain.
Please, please, please. Hurry.
I whip my head back to turn to him, "Please call a car for me. I'm in a hurry."
"Of course." He makes his way to the telephone on the corner receptionist's desk and makes the call.
When I look back at my phone, I see that it's at 1%. I fumble, click the power button and wait for it to turn on.
Finally, my phone is back up. Without a moment passing, notifications flood in. E-mails, texts, several missed calls from Lily, and a shit ton of messages from her as well on Facebook.
I am fucked!
It dawns on me that we had a meeting scheduled for today. A very important meeting that had been scheduled for so long. It's a big deal that I cannot miss. And right now, I'm fucking missing it. I'm so fucking screwed. Fuck me.
"Miss. The car has arrived." The maître d'hôtel looks at me, I can see my o
wn anxiety projected on his face as if it's infectious.
I nod and thank both him and the receptionist quickly before running out to get in the car. Once inside, I tell the driver to step on it and tell him the address of my office. He senses my urgency and drives fast.
I look back at my phone, it managed to charge up to 6% but I know that that's not enough to last me until I get to the office. I need to let Lily know so I dial her number, my hands are shaking and my breathing is unstable. Please pick up.
"Zoey!" She whispers into the phone, her pitch is higher and I can tell that she wants to yell out of worry, "Where are you?? I've been trying to get to you but I couldn't reach your phone. Is everything alright? What happened? You were gone for so long!"
I take a deep breath, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Listen, is the meeting still on? Are you guys done?"
"The meeting? We can't hold the meeting without you here! We've been waiting. They've been pressuring me into saying where you are and I'm running out of things to say!" She lowers her voice, even more, I assume she's not alone, wherever she is.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm on my way. Please hold things down for me. I'm running low on battery right now so I might not be able to contact you again." I pause and try to gather my thoughts, "Tell them that I'll make it. Make sure they stay. I'll find a way to convince them to sign with us when I'm there, no matter what it takes."
Lily sighs, "I don't know, Zoey, they've been waiting a while. I've stopped them from leaving three times already. I don't know how long I can hold them back."
My shoulders sag, but I try to remain as optimistic as I can, "Please. Just try. I won't hold it against you if they leave. I just..." I inhale shakily, "I just need a bit more time."
She pauses, it seems like forever before she speaks again, "Okay. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm hanging up now." I close my eyes and try to remember what the meeting's going to be about.
"Okay. See you."
In my head, I practice how I'm going to explain myself and how I'm going to turn this into a good moment. I can't tell them I went out of the city, got drunk and had sex the night before the meeting. I'd ruin my chances if I did that.
And then I move on to how the meeting is going to go, the pointers that we're going to go through, what's on the agenda and why it's there. My mind struggles to retain all the information because I'm slightly hungover, but I try to keep my heart still and move on with the notes.
I can't let myself be defeated by this. How can I be confident in what I'm trying to preach if I can't hear myself talking over the pounding of my heart?
The car pulls over the curb near my office's building, I thank the driver and make my way to the entrance. People watch as I run and I can hear them talking to each other. Probably gossiping about what happened to me. I've forgotten how fucked up Wall Street can be sometimes. There will always be people waiting for you to make a mistake, and there will always be people ready to take you down when you do.
I'm waiting for the elevator to go down. I can't stop tapping my foot out of anxiety. It's eating up at my system. I feel like I'm about to puke.
The elevator doors finally open, I get inside and press my floor. As the elevator doors close, I catch sight of something that makes my heart drop.
Fuck.
The clients walk past my elevator as the doors close. They're leaving. It's over. I can't chase them and ask them to stay. No one wants desperation. My breathing slows. I wish it'd just stop. Let me die here and now. I'm so embarrassed and frustrated. There's nothing I can do to salvage the meeting. I can only hope that they won't drop all deals with the company.
When I get to my floor and the doors open, Lily is waiting on the other side. Her face tells me all I need to know. I've lost this fight.
She moves aside and I walk out onto our floor. Her expression is sullen and afraid. I'm assuming she fears to lose her job. So do I.
"The higher-ups want you in their office as soon as you're here." She presses her lips together.
"Is that why you're waiting for me here?" I'm looking straight ahead, but at the same time, I'm looking at nothing. My eyes are blurry and my brain doesn't seem to be processing what's going on.
Have I gone into shock?
"Yes. They asked me to wait for you like a dog." Her eyes are glassy, they must've been harsh on her.
"You're not a dog." I sigh and nod, "Let's get this over with."
She takes a deep breath and we both straighten our clothes before making our way to their office.
This isn't going to go well.
Zoey
"Whiskey again." I push the empty glass a bit forward, the ice cubes clink against each other as I do so.
The bartender keeps an eye on me and refills my drink. I smile at him and take a sip, smacking my lips together as the citrus-like taste spreads through my taste buds and the heat envelops my chest. At this point, I don't give a damn if people recognize me. Let them.
I guess people were right, the higher up the ranks you are, the further down you fall every time you fail. It's probably why people who make it to the top are the competitive and desensitized ones. They just stop caring at some point.
They have to. So that they survive.
Ahh...I'm so fucking annoyed with myself. Seven years. Seven fucking years I've never missed one meeting. Not one. But I taste good sex and suddenly I'm a fucking mess.
I've been the perfect employee since day one. No complaints, hardworking but knows my own limits and faults. People loved me, not because they could order me around, but because I did everything needed even before they thought of asking me to work on it.
And now what? Now I've actually become a factor for failure. The client pulled out. They decided they no longer wanted to invest in our company, not if it meant I would be the one responsible for their money. And before we could do anything to repair the damages, they went ahead and signed with another company.
The higher-ups had a bit of talk about it, and they decided that they weren't going to fire me.
But that doesn't change the fact the repercussions for this particular failure of mine cost the company a lot, so much more than my track record can ever try to overcome. So they're demoting me.
I can't fucking believe this fucking day. Demoted. I've never even gotten myself a scolding until now. And I'm demoted just because I woke up late. Goddamn. I can't forgive myself.
I take another swig of the whiskey and feel the substance settle in my guts. Maybe I should stop drinking? I mean, the whole reason I was a mess was because I drank and got all slutty.
The more I drink, the more I feel like everything's my fault. It only makes me want to drink more.
"Zoey?"
I turn around, almost swivelling off of the stool, only to be caught by Wyatt. My eyes stare at the golden strands of hair falling over his blue eyes and I note that if America had to have a face, it would be like his.
"Heeey..." I draw. It's like I'm writing the word but end up scribbling a bunch of loops instead.
"Hey." Wyatt smiles and helps me back up onto the stool before tucking the hairs back behind my ears and placing a hand on my shoulder, he asks the bartender for some water and then looks at me, "You alright?"
I smile and give him two thumbs up, "I'm per—hic—perfect. How'd you know where I was? Aaare you stalking me?" I poke his shoulder, it's tense. He should get a massage. I could massage him.
"I asked your assistant, Lily? Was it? I think it was. I asked her where you were and she said you were given the day off. And that you told her you needed a bit of time to yourself." His hand rubs my back, I feel bile wanting to exit me when he does that so I push his hand away.
"No. No rubbing. I'll puke." I put a hand over my mouth to stop the urge to vomit as if that'll help.
"What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" He leans closer and I almost feel sorry for him because he's probably getting a whiff of all the alcohol I've been drinking.
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"Talk's going to do nothing. I made a mistake. Easy peasy. The client said no to us and went to another company. Feels like I got cheated on. Or worse. I wouldn't know." My words are slurred, I don't even know if he understands what I'm saying here.
I don't really understand what I'm saying here.
The bartender hands Wyatt the glass of water he asked for and Wyatt helps me drink it. Kind of weird to taste water when your tongue is numb from so much whiskey. It's not even lunch and I'm already drunk. What a day this is. What's next? I sprout wings and fly away?
...that'd be amazing, actually.
"Zoey."
I snap out of my thoughts and look him in the eye, "That's me." I laugh.
He brushes my hair with his right hand, the warmth spreading to my cheeks, "Yeah. It's you. Zoey Foster. Strong-willed Wall Street market analyst. Best one I know. Ring a bell?"
I almost cry when he says this, it's not every day someone tries to comfort me. And usually when someone refers to me as strong-willed, that someone is me. No one has really said it outright when I need it. I will admit that if he says any more cheesy shit I might just burst into tears though.
"Yes." I rub my eyes, "It was a shit day. It's alright, I guess."
He nods and looks down, "How about this, just listen, okay? How about I buy out the other company? Maybe force the client into relying on you guys. Make them see the light and all that?" His eyes meet mine again, for a while, I just want to be lost in his ocean orbs.
As tempting as his offer is, I'd have to decline. This is something I dug for myself and I should be able to climb out of it. I can't let such a small thing take over me.
"No, no need." I put a hand over my heart and beam with optimism, "I'll get back up in no time. Just had to let whiskey give me heat. To warm me up. Need the fire."
He makes me drink more water, supporting my hand as he does so, "Alright. If you insist on it. But I'll be here if you need help. All of us are here for you, okay?"
I touch his face with my right hand, "Awww...that's really—hic—sweet. Thank you."
"Come on. I'll help you up and take you home for now so you can get some rest and face the next day properly." He gets up and offers his arm so I can hold onto him as we walk.
