by J. A. Rawls
“Holy shit Charlie, what else could there be?”
“I guess before Mark got drunk and decided to do himself in, he broke into the parking garage and defaced both your car and Mike’s. He broke out headlights, slashed tires; you know normal juvenile delinquent stuff.”
“Damn! I should’ve known that man had no balls. Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, I hate when they can’t stand up to me face to face and instead take it out on something I love or someone I love. Okay Charlie, I’d appreciate it if you would deal with that personally. There are some boxes in Mike’s car that need to be moved upstairs and then you can send his car and mine in for repairs.”
At the mention of his name Mike turned over and rubbed his eyes, “What was that about my car?”
“Thanks Charlie, see you in a couple of hours.” She hung up the phone and turned to Mike. “Sorry, Mark vandalized our cars before he shot himself early this morning.”
“He did what? Jana, what about his family? Maybe we should cancel our trip to Vegas so we can deal with this. I really need to have that car fixed so I can leave next week.”
“It’s under control; I’m handling it. I’ll call Craig in the morning and see if there is anything we can do for Mark’s family. He was closer to Mark and his wife than I ever was. As for your car, don’t worry about it; Charlie will take care of it straight away. The repairs will be paid for by my Company since your vehicle was in the company lot.” Jana sighed, her body shrinking as the weight of the events descended on her. “Now let’s go back to sleep.”
As she eased back into their spoon sleeping arrangement, Jana realized Mike had another erection. A woman’s work is never done; she rolled over and kissed her very alert, very sexy, very much in need of satisfaction lover. Jana pushed him back as she climbed on his lap one more time. God this feels good, I’ve been denying myself this for far too long. She moved up and down, rotating her hips in sync with Mike’s movements. He caressed her breasts, reaching up to kiss each in turn. Their climax built, and Jana cried out as she orgasmed; but she didn’t stop until she felt Mike’s release. She slithered down, releasing his swollen shaft from her female clutches and rolled in behind him. She placed her hand around his waist and gently stroked him.
“If you don’t stop that we aren’t going to get any more sleep.”
“Okay,” her tongue flicked at his ear, “I’ll stop, with the understanding that this weekend is sex, sex, a little gambling, some probably much needed food, and more sex. Do you agree?” She squeezed him slightly and waited for him to answer.
“Yes, ma’am I’m here to please, and please, and please,” he whispered as he drifted off to sleep. Jana soon joined him, her hand clutching her prize.
Eight
The company car left Mark’s house, as Jana and Mike relaxed in the back seat. They’d met Craig and talked to Mark’s wife, who seemed to be holding up well, with family around her. Losing Mark didn’t seem as traumatic as Jana had expected it would be. In fact, his wife seemed to accept the path she and her children would begin.
Back at her office she relaxed in her chair and closed her eyes. The fact that she and Mike were getting away for the weekend was a God send; she definitely needed the down time. She dialed Mike’s intercom. “Hi handsome, do you know what your schedule is for the weekend? I’d like to do some planning of my free time if possible.”
“Good of you to check in,” he responded professionally. “Yes, I can answer that. I have a meeting Saturday that starts at ten, and will probably last a good portion of the afternoon. After that I’ll be free for the remainder of my visit. Does that work?”
“It does, I take it you aren’t alone, so I won’t keep you. Hope you brought some dress clothes as we have a dress up evening ahead. The rest of the weekend will be casual. My car will take us to the airport so meet me in the lobby at noon and we’ll leave from there. I got a message from Sam at the Venetian and he’s taken care of everything. I’m going to give him a quick call and see if he can get me into the spa tomorrow while you’re in your meetings. See you in about an hour.”
Mike set the receiver down and finished briefing Sean on the types of reports Jana’s management team expected daily, weekly and monthly. He questioned Sean on his first meeting with senior management, even though he already knew. “So Sean did everything go alright with the CEO yesterday?”
“Not exactly; I guess the good news is that I’m not a eunuch. She’s a tough one, but I‘m pretty sure I can handle her. She’ll come around to my way of thinking in time.”
Mike shook his head. “Sean, I hate to disappoint you, but if you don’t come around to her way of thinking soon, your time here will be short. Based on what I heard yesterday, if you don’t get your shit together she’ll have your balls. She takes no prisoners. You obviously missed her telling you exactly what she wanted and what she expected you to provide to her. If you doubt she was telling you the truth you are dead wrong. Do what she says; get her forecasting information from the financial statements and you’ll be her new best friend. Screw with her and continue to believe you have all the answers and she’ll have you fired, guaranteed. I hate to remind you of this, but you’re a contractor and thus dispensable.” He knew Sean wasn’t paying attention. As part of his departure interview with Mr. Nixon next week he would apprise him of the situation so he could do damage control. Sean left Mike’s office cocky as ever. That boy is in for a rude of awakening. His problem not mine, I warned him. Mike finished the two reports for Cheryl and forwarded them to her e-mail. He changed out of his suit, and put on a comfortable pair of tight fitting jeans and a bright colored polo shirt, elegant in his mind but still casual. He arrived in the lobby only minutes before Jana.
Jana stepped from the elevator, dressed in an orange suede jacket and cropped pants. She approached Mike and held out her hand, which he took reluctantly, afraid of what on-lookers would say. “Don’t worry about it. If we give them fodder for their gossip they leave other poor souls alone.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s get out of here.” The driver picked up her two off-white Samsonite Black Label Alexander McQueen suitcases.
“Are you planning on staying longer than the weekend?” Mike compared her two bags to his single carry on.
“No silly,” she touched his cheek, “just the weekend. I like to travel prepared, and when you have to pack for both casual and dress, I find two separate bags work best.”
“I do like the way you look,” Mike said.“You’re always so put together. The shoes, the bag, even the jacket all say...”
“The term would be casual, but elegant,” Jana said.
Mike’s eyes took her in, from her high heels to her perfectly coiffed hair, “Yea, exactly, yea.”
Jana slid across the leather seat, inhaling the rich smell of the leather and the luxury of the seats. She noticed how well Mike filled out his jeans. The suits she normally saw him in didn’t do justice to his shapely behind and the flatness of his stomach. She hadn’t really had a lot of time to enjoy those aspects of her young paramour, and she was really hoping this weekend would give her that opportunity.
Steven turned from the front seat, “Do we need to make any stops on the way to the airport?”
“No, we’re good.” Mike and Jana answered, and then laughed. They’d only been together a few days and already they were thinking alike.
“Sit back, relax, I’ll have you there within the hour.” Steven responded. “Your flight is on schedule at last check, and you should have plenty of time to get through security.” He closed the window between the seats.
Mike looked at Jana’s purse and laughed. “You know, that’s going to set off the alarms in the airport with all those buckles and chains.”
“The good news is that it goes through the security scanner without a problem. I like to give the TSA guys something to do versus just standing around. I do love the new Ralph Lauren collection though.” She raised her foot and teasingly wiggled it, “I really love the sandals with the L
ucite heels and the snakeskin tote.”
“You are really something.” Mike shook his head. “How do you have time for all this? To me it’s a purse and shoes.”
Jana looked at him in mock horror.
“Okay,” Mike held up a hand in surrender, “it’s more than that, but most people who look at you see only a purse and shoes. They don’t know the difference; I’m sure.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Most woman notice and I can also guarantee you they can tell you the maker. But even if they can’t, I know and that’s what’s important.” She smiled at him, “And didn’t some handsome, young stud comment about how he liked the way I looked? Now that you have me on the defensive about my clothes, I must say I like your jeans. I like the way they fit most of all.” She gave him a long, seductive kiss.
“Enough of that,” he laughed.
Jana’s face lit up as well and the seductive smile was his undoing. “There can never be enough as far as I’m concerned, but I can behave-if I have to.”
The drive to the airport was relaxing but uneventful, in spite of Jana’s teasing. Mike held her hand, more as protection to keep it away from his male parts, than out of a need for intimacy. He wanted her, but he wanted to wait until they were in Vegas.
As the car approached the departure gate Mike noticed a young lady out the window of the car. He closed his eyes and stifled a groan; maybe if they slowed down he would miss talking to her. Unfortunately he wasn’t that lucky. If anything, Steven was very good at his job. The car stopped, and even though Mike waited for Steven to open the door for them, it wasn’t long enough. Monique saw him and immediately rushed over. “Mike! It’s so good to see you, how have you been, it has been ages,” she leaned close and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”
Mike forced a weak smile and reached back into the car to assist Jana with her exit.
Monique stepped back and gave Jana the once over.
“Mike, please introduce me to your friend,” Jana whispered, staking her territory by placing her arm around his waist and letting her hand slide down and grab his buttocks.
“Jana, I want to introduce you to a friend from my college days, Monique; Monique, this is Jana a-friend-from work.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jana said, extending her hand.
“Nice to meet you too,” Monique ignored the outstretched hand. “Mike, I thought we were more than friends.” Monique turned to Mike, putting her back to Jana and planting herself between the couple. “So, Mike, when are we going to get together again, I’ve been hesitant to call you, I was hoping you would make the first move. The argument we had was so silly and I really do want to see you again.”
Mike couldn’t believe Monique’s rudeness. He reached behind her and took Jana’s hand, pulling her toward him and placing his hand around her waist. “Monique, there’s no us, I’ve moved on. I’m sorry; we need to catch our flight. It was good to see you, take care of yourself.”
Jana saw Steven place the suitcases on the ground and make ready to resolve a difficult situation if needed. She gave him a subtle ‘not yet’ gesture with her eyes and he relaxed by the car. Steven was more than a driver, often accompanying her and other executives on trips as a driver and security escort.
Monique stood, hands on hips, and yelled, “So you’re leaving me for someone old enough to be your mother?”
“Actually,” Mike calmly replied, “leaving is not the right word, it’s left you. Have a nice life.” He escorted Jana into the terminal.
“That was fun,” Jana whispered, rising on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being my knight in shining armor.”
“I’m sorry. When I saw her I knew she’d make a scene. That’s always been her forte. She has to be the center of attention, and she can’t stand to be upstaged by anyone. Hopefully she isn’t going to Vegas too,” he laughed.
“Wouldn’t that be unfortunate,” Jana shuddered.
*****
The Venetian hotel took Mike’s breath away. His head turned left and right, up and down, craning to take in every fresco and gold gilded carving. He had never been in such luxury. The artwork, the rooms, everything was spectacular. “Not sure I’ve brought the right clothes for this place,” he mumbled as he unpacked and hung his suit in the closet.
“There are no right clothes for Las Vegas. Watch the people and you’ll agree. They come in all shapes and sizes and every costume available. Some dress up and some don’t, and no one cares. That’s what makes this place so much fun.” She finished her own packing, “Okay, now what do you want to do? We have three hours until the show. We can go play tourist or we can just stay here and enjoy the luxury of the room. The bathtub looks inviting as well, but I’m open to anything.”
“I’d like to just relax here for a while if you don’t mind. This is a nice room it’d be a shame not to enjoy all the amenities. I’d like to order a snack from room service since dinner won’t be until later this evening, would you like something too?”
“Actually yes, have them send up a pitcher of iced tea with lots of Sweet and Low. I’d also like a small Caesar salad. That should hold me over until dinner.”
“Good idea, think I’ll get a turkey club, you can help me eat it and maybe you’ll let me share part of your salad.”
“Sure that works for me.”
Mike called room service, “They said it would be here in 30 minutes.” He began to walk around the room like a caged animal, surveying his surrounding, looking for each and every escape route. He could feel Jana watching his every move. He turned on the flat screen television, getting acquainted with the remote, then turned it off. Another remote sat on the table and Mike picked it up to see what it did too. Playing with this remote control he realized it opened and closed the curtains. “Wow, that’s pretty fancy.” He walked into the bathroom, and saw another flat screen television in the corner. “This is so cool; I can watch ESPN and take a bath at the same time.”
Jana walked in behind him, placing her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts into his back. “We don’t do television in the bathroom young man.”
“We don’t?” Turning, he took her into his arms.
“No, bathrooms are for cleaning one’s self and unadulterated sex, nothing else.”
“Well the first concept I’m fully aware of,” his hands slipped under her jacket, “but the last you’re going to have to show me, as I’ve never experienced that side of a bathroom’s utility.” Just as his hand reached her breast there was a knock at the door. “Damn! What timing,” he grunted as he walked to the door.
*****
“I enjoyed that, even though I think you ate more of my salad than I did, but I forgive you, as I think I got the better part of your sandwich.” Jana groaned and rubbed her stomach to assist with the digestion, “I ate too much.”
“I would say that makes us even,” Mike said. “Now back to that bathroom utility thing you spoke of earlier. Would you like me to run you a bath, one we could share? We could watch the ball game at the same time,” he laughed.
“I’ll agree with part ‘a’, but part ‘b’ is out…no ball game. You’re going to be too busy to watch a sporting event. Besides, I don’t want you distracted while I’m explaining the real purpose of a bathroom.”
“I’ll go start the water,” Mike got up and began taking off his clothes. By the time he reached the bathroom door he was fully aroused and beautifully naked.
Jana laughed, such an eager young man. She heard him turn on the water, “Not too hot, okay,” she yelled. She removed her jacket and pants and walked into the bathroom wearing only a burnt orange lace bra and panties. She stepped to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did you hear me about the water temperature?”
“Yes ma’am, I took care of it.” Mike unfastened her bra, kissing her shoulders as he removed it, the wispy lace falling away to reveal her full breasts. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled off her panties, holding them to his face and inhali
ng her scent. “Do you want me to get in first?”
“Yes,” she smiled and tousled the hair of her kneeling lover, “I think that would be best.”
Mike lowered himself in the tub and held out his hand to assist Jana with her entry.
She turned her back to him as she entered the water, and lowered herself to sit in front of him. She leaned back and relaxed in the warm scented water. “They had bath salts in here too?”
“These guys think of everything. Can I turn on the television now?” he smirked.
“No, you can’t turn on the television.” She took his hands and placed one on each breast. “Use these as your remote control; see what you can turn on by fiddling with these.”
“I’m not sure of the channel selection but I’ll see what’s available.” Mike turned her to face him and eased his erection into her, feeling the warmth of her tightly wrap around him. He began to lift his hips slowly, pumping in and out, enjoying every second of pleasure, but Jana indicated a need for more. Immediately he sped up his rhythm. Soon her moans and gasps changed to short, deep groans, and he knew she was about to climax. He continued his rapid, steady pace, and within seconds she put her hands on the side of the tub and cried out that she was coming. Her fingers found his shoulders and dug deeply into the skin, her moans loud and irregular. Mike knew she was on the edge and he pushed harder to help heighten her explosion. Suddenly he felt her tighten around him, and she came with so much force it was all he could do to stay inside her. Water was everywhere; in fact, there was more on the floor than in the tub.
Jana collapsed into Mike’s arms. “I sure hope the floor is waterproof, or the folks below us aren’t going to be too happy.” She smiled and purred, “That was amazing. Can we do it again?”
Mike had yet to orgasm, and he was positive the answer to her question was yes, but he wanted to continue their sexual escapade in that beautiful king size bed. “Let’s get out of here, and I’ll see what I can do to accommodate your request.”