by Haley Nix
A second later he showered me with cum, blowing out a hot, forceful load that shot past my tits and onto my face. I winced, slightly surprised, but giddy at the feeling of it, the fulfillment of our lustful desires. I rubbed my curvy body, playing with his cum on my soft skin. Lane looked exhausted, but happy. He fell down with his back against the couch, spent from all the activity.
I turned around on the couch and grabbed at his cock, putting it into my mouth and trying to squeeze out the last few drops, wanting to taste every last bit of his salty cum. I wished desperately that he’d fuck me again, that this secret meeting would become a daily occurrence, perhaps under cover of darkness when everyone else had gone to sleep.
If it would always be this good, I wanted him to fuck me again and again and again. I let his cock smack against my cheek, feeling the heaviness of his huge dick drop against my pretty face as it began to soften.
Then I sat up next to him and leaned into his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. I could still smell bourbon on his breath. I liked that. How I wished I could just fall asleep right then and there! But I knew I had to head back to work.
After I cleaned up in the bathroom attached to his office, I stepped outside the door into the main hallway looking prim and proper. I closed the door behind me, leaving Lane inside to attend to his other business as I went off to train with Fast Lane.
After closing the door to Lane's office, I nearly jumped out of my boots when I realized Don was right in front of me.
“Woah! I didn’t see you there.”
Don just scowled at me, giving me the dirtiest look possible.
“You should head back to the stable,” he said coldly. “You are just a trainer, after all.”
“OK?”
I didn’t understand what his problem was, so I just walked away. I’d seen a side to Don today that he’d never showed me before. I couldn’t understand the source of his cruelty or his icy demeanor. Was it the fact that Lane was back at the ranch? Was that what put him on edge? Maybe. I let these thoughts occupy my mind as I walked back through the gigantic mansion to the stables outside.
I wouldn’t let Don’s attitude ruin the pleasant feelings that still remained after my time alone with Lane.
***
“I don’t like that girl,” said Don after entering the office.
Lane looked up, relighting his cigar and taking a slow puff.
“Why?” he asked, his voice sounding amused at Don’s surprising outburst.
“She’s nothing but trouble," replied Don gruffly.
“Well, I like her.”
“Ha, yeah. I can tell,” said Don.
“What are you implying?”
“You know damn well what I’m implying.”
“Tell me, Don. I want to hear you say it.”
“You’re fucking that broad.”
“So what if I am?” asked Lane, taking a sip from his bourbon. “That doesn’t sound like any of your business.”
“It’s not my business. I’m just trying to look out for you. This could lead to a load of trouble.”
“Thanks, Don, but I’m a grown man. I can handle my own affairs.”
“Lane, she was loud in here. I could hear her moaning from out in the hallway. Now, I know it ain’t my business and you know I won’t say anything, but what if someone else on the staff walked by? They could sell that information to the tabloids. You know what kind of headlines that’d make?”
“You’re being ridiculous, Don. My staff is loyal.”
“Yeah, everyone is loyal to a point. But they’ve all got their price. You’ve got enemies, Lane. There are a lot people who’d relish a chance to get this story out in public. I mean, we’ve been doing everything we can to hide our Derby ambitions. Imagine what a paper would pay to find out not only that you’re entering horse racing, but that you’re sleeping with one of your fucking trainers!”
Lane was silent for a second. Was he risking too much to be with this gorgeous, curvy woman? He spent a moment wondering this to himself. So far the pleasure of his time with Callie seemed to completely outweigh the risks involved. Then he spoke.
“Do you really think I’m in trouble?” he asked.
“No,” said Don. “Not yet. But you have to be careful. And one other thing, how do you know you can trust this girl?”
Lane froze.
“I trust her,” he said.
“But why? How do you know she’s trustworthy? You’ve only known her for a few days. What if she tries to blackmail you? Women do this sort of thing. Target a wealthy man, seduce him, then go after his money.”
“She’s not like that,” said Lane, staring down into his glass.
“How do you know? You’ve known her for less than a day. You’ve probably spent more time fucking that broad than talking with her.”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” said Lane, his voice starting to sound aggressive as he got up from his desk.
“My apologies. I didn’t know this was such a sensitive subject. I’m just warning you that she might be a gold digger.”
“I’m grateful that you’re looking out for me. You’ve always been loyal, Don. And you know I appreciate that. But if you ever speak about her like this again you’ll be out on your ass.”
“I meant no offense,” said Don, holding up his hands as if to portray innocence in the matter.
Lane nodded in a gesture of recognition, one of pardoning Don for his impoliteness. He sat back down at his desk and took a sip of bourbon, watching as Don walked towards the door and exited the large office.
***
After Don closed the door, Lane noticed that his glass was empty and got up to pour himself another drink. He didn’t normally drink this much during the day, but something was weighing on his mind. Could Don be right about this situation? Was he foolish to put so much trust in Callie so soon?
As he poured himself another drink, he looked out of the large window over the expansive fields of the ranch. From his vantage point he could make out Callie and Fast Lane at the edge of one of the pastures that had been converted into a makeshift racetrack. Jim was walking over towards them.
Lane continued watching as they ran his prize race horse through various training drills. He cradled his drink, then brought it up to his lips to take another deep sip. That smoky sweet flavor with a bit of bite to take the edge off. Callie could be like this drink in his hand, something sweet to ease his tension, to help him relax from the stresses of his work life. But could he trust her?
He decided to have another drink to help him figure it out, but the more he drank the more he questioned himself. How could he, a cautious, strategic businessman have made such a flippant decision? He knew nothing about this girl – didn’t know her history, where she’d come from, etc. All he knew was that she was a damn good trainer and that she turned him on more than any woman he’d ever met in his life.
He hadn’t second guessed himself until now. Maybe Don was right, he had to proceed with caution. Maybe he needed to cut things off entirely. He glanced out the window again and watched her in the pasture, laughing as she worked with his horse. Deep down, he knew there was no way he could just cut her out of his life. She’d made too much of an impression on him to do that.
But only time would tell whether his decision to seduce her would be the beginning of a new glorious life together or whether it was one erstwhile step along the road to his own eventual downfall.
Part Three
Lane
Lane stood by the window a little while longer. He poured himself another drink and watched his prized horse being led around by the girl who’d suddenly come into his life, as if out of nowhere. Taking another sip, he watched them together in the pasture. Callie was good with his horse. She had a kindness about her, an understanding that allowed her to interact with animals on a level unbeknownst to most people.
He wanted her. He wanted her so damn bad. He cursed Don for putting doubts into his mind about this woma
n. Lane didn’t know whether he should trust his instincts or admit the possibility that his feelings had blinded him to the true nature of the beautiful, curvaceous girl he watched running outside. Was she just here for his money? It didn’t seem like it. But smart as he was, even he had to admit that his judgment wasn’t infallible. Maybe he should trust Don, an impartial, outside spectator.
As he took another sip of his drink, Lane heard his cell phone buzzing on his desk. He walked over and looked at the name flashing on the screen: Phillip Boyd. Phil was his right-hand man at the company, a loyal compatriot who had been with him from the very beginning. Whenever Phil called, Lane knew it must be something very important. He picked up the phone and answered.
“Hello, Phil.”
“Lane, they’re in. Oil North of Omaha. They’ve agreed to the merger.”
Lane gave a silent fist-pump in the air with the sound of this news.
“That’s phenomenal, Phil. They’ve signed?”
“No, but they’re ready to sign. They want you here first. They want to do everything in person. There is a strong belief here that the best business is done face to face.”
“I’m inclined to agree with that,” said Lane.
He polished off the rest of his drink in one gulp. Hell, he was ready to celebrate.
“What’s the soonest you can get up here?” asked Phil.
“It’s gonna take me some time to get to the airport, but I can be up there probably by sometime around 7 PM. We can sign the contract and have a little celebratory dinner.”
“I think everyone here is quite ready for that. This has been a long process for everyone involved.”
“You know I appreciate everything you’ve done on this deal, Phil. You made this thing happen.”
“I do what I can.”
“Let them know I’m on my way.”
“Will do.”
“And Phil?”
“Yeah?”
“I hope you’re thirsty for champagne.”
“Always am,” said Phil tersely.
Lane hung up the phone and laughed to himself. That was just Phil’s style. Always understated. Such a funny guy. This deal had nearly doubled the size of the company, but to Phil it was business as usual. In Lane’s mind, there wasn’t a better man in the business than Phil Boyd.
He put his empty glass down on his desk and paged Don, letting him know that he should make flight arrangements ASAP, that he needed to be in Omaha by 7 PM. Then he sat back down at his desk, closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasant buzz of the liquor. Was it the liquor? Maybe it was the high he always got from doing a big deal. That was his mark as a business man.
***
Callie
As I led Fast Lane around the track, I marveled at the beauty of the horse I was working with. He was such a perfect specimen – well-bred, strong, and by the time I was finished with him, very well-trained. I felt the warmth of the Texas sun on my face as I looked up at the rolling hills beyond us. I closed my eyes, drinking in the sensuous pleasure. Perhaps not surprisingly, my thoughts turned to Lane and the romp we’d shared earlier.
I was crazy for him. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind, but an absolutely amazing one. As I worked, I daydreamed about the moments we’d spent together, bodies entangled, his roughness and gentleness combined in one nature, a complex amalgam of lust and passion. When would we have our next moments together?
With this last thought I glanced back over at the mansion – the large, stone-built edifice that dominated the ranch. I looked up towards a large glass façade on the third floor of the mansion. For a second, it seemed as if I could just make out Lane’s figure against the glass of the window. Was that the office? It was too far away and I was too unfamiliar with the property to tell. But I stood there a moment longer looking upwards, trying to make him out behind the plates of glass.
I imagined him up there with a glass of bourbon, looking out on the little empire he’d built up around himself. Was he looking down at me, his eyes drifting over my body, wishing he had me up there again, naked and all to himself? I held my eyes there for a moment longer before looking away and turning my attention back to my work.
When would I see him again? I really had no way of knowing, no way of communicating with him. Our relationship was still a secret, and for good reason. Who knew what people might say if they found out? But it still left me feeling at a loss. I guess he’d come back to me when he wanted to. I’d just have to wait for him.
***
Lane
Lane stepped off of his private jet and onto the windy tarmac in Omaha. A black Bentley Arnage was waiting for him, the personal car of Louis Caldwell III, the CEO of North Oil of Omaha. It was a gesture of friendship and good faith, one that Lane appreciated.
In the soft leather of the back seat of the car, he found a bottle of 21-year old scotch and a tumbler engraved with the logo of North Oil. Lane smiled to himself. This was a partnership that he felt confident in. Caldwell was a good man and a ruthless businessman. Together they would make more money than either had ever dreamed of.
As he rode to North Oil’s headquarters, Lane sipped a glass of the scotch. Once there, he’d sign his portion of the document and they’d all head to dinner, something lavish and celebratory.
But truthfully, he didn’t feel like celebrating much anymore. It wasn’t that he was unhappy or that he had misgivings about the deal. He just didn’t like the turn these things usually took: long hours of drinking followed by strips clubs and a wanton display of affluence. That life just didn’t interest him tonight. He planned to enjoy dinner and then make up an excuse to leave, catching a flight on his jet back to Houston. Could he really help it if he wanted to get back to his ranch that badly? But truthfully it wasn't the ranch, but the girl he'd left behind that he wanted to see so much.
He finished off his glass of scotch and went to pour himself another. Then he thought better of it. He could hold his liquor, but he didn’t want to drink too much; he didn’t want to be distracted. Drinking made him think of Callie, her touch, and her relentless sexiness, the smooth, soft wetness of her pussy. He felt his cock jump in his dress pants, throbbing with thoughts of her and her wild curves.
Calm down, Lane, he told himself. But he was feeling excited. It’d been so long since he’d felt like this about anyone. He leaned back in the leather seat and closed his eyes, trying to picture her back in the soft light that streamed in through his office windows, imagining the clothes sliding off her voluptuous body, the fabric disappearing only to reveal a landscape of curves and supple skin he was desperate to explore.
He felt his cock jump again and groaned. There were so many hours between now and when he’d see her again. He’d find a way to make it through, he knew that. But still, he wished he could at least speak to her. They’d made love twice, rough but still sensual, passionate to the extreme. And yet he didn’t even have her phone number.
He laughed to himself about that. Maybe this was just how things were when you rushed right in. In his time away, he felt his hesitation disappearing. All of Don’s admonishments and warnings to stay away from Callie were falling on deaf ears. Lane didn’t give a damn what he was risking, he wanted that curvy girl in his life … and in his bed.
He checked the time on his phone: 6:47 PM. The driver was pulling up in front of the North Oil headquarters in downtown Omaha. He recognized it well, having been there so many times before, enduring numerous heated negotiations between both executive teams, trying to hammer out a price, a workable structure for integrating their two companies.
Lane loved business, but sometimes he wondered if it didn’t make sense to retire and move on to the next stage of his life. Retire. Ha! He was in his early thirties. But was it really that crazy of an idea? He’d done more than he’d ever dreamed he could accomplish, he had more money than he could possibly spend, etc. Wasn’t it time to concentrate on something else, to open up his life to new and exciting challenges?
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br /> Maybe he was crazy to even be thinking these thoughts, but something inside Lane told him that he was about to face a turning point in his life.
But his mental musings were soon interrupted by the door of the car being opened. The driver looked in at him as he lounged against the opposite door.
“Can I leave this in here?” asked Lane, pointing to the opened bottle of scotch.
“Of course, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Lane got out and pulled a crisp hundred dollar bill out of his wallet to tip the driver.
“Do you have a number so I can make arrangements for getting back to the airport?”
“Mr. Caldwell can arrange anything you need, sir,” said the man.
“Of course. Thanks again.”
As the Bentley sped off, Lane walked confidently into the building. The woman at the front desk knew immediately who he was and led him over to the executive elevator that whisked him up to the top floor headquarters of North Oil.
He stood silently in the elevator, smiling to himself. He was about add another half billion to his fortune. Between that and a good glass of scotch he was feeling pretty damn good.
***
Callie
I walked into my little cottage around 10:30 PM. It had been a long day, but a highly productive one. I was starving, but barely had enough energy to open a bottle of beer.
I kicked back, lounging on the couch, turning on the television and surfing through the channels. I was flipping past one of the news stations when something caught my eye. Going back one channel, I saw a big banner flashing across the screen announcing the acquisition of North Oil. The camera zoomed in as Lane shook hands with a man in a designer suit, both of them smiling artificially at the camera.
Shaking my head, I took another sip of my beer. Never in my life had I been with someone like this, someone so big in every sense of the word. To me, Lane seemed larger than life.