by Carla Kane
‘Well shit,’ he said, ‘that was close. Didn’t I tell you to wait by the opening in the fence? You know what would have happened if they found you in here?’
Clara stared at the man before her. He was tall and handsome, with grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair, a shadow of stubble around his thick jawline. She recognized him, but it still took her a second to realize from where exactly. It was the last person she’d expected to see.
‘You know how much my pa would like to catch you on his property? Damn…’
The man’s name was Bobby, Bobby Cooper. He was Ace Cooper’s only son. The heir to the Texxon business empire.
‘You look surprised,’ Bobby said, ‘don’t be. You’re not the only one who cares about the people in this state, you know.’
Clara couldn’t think of a thing to say, she just stared at him in disbelief.
‘You’re doing the right thing,’ she said finally.
‘Ha,’ Bobby snorted. He turned away, but not before Clara could read a whole world of pain and ambivalence on his handsome, sun-weathered face. ‘Am I?’ he asked, ‘either way I’m betraying somebody. Either way I’m a traitor.’
‘No,’ Clara said, stepping towards him, ‘Ace Cooper is the traitor here Bobby. He made his own choices. You’re only a traitor if you stand beside him.’
Bobby said nothing. He was still facing away from her. It was typical of all these men around here, Clara observed – as soon as they felt one bit of emotion they shut themselves off completely. She was only too familiar with that hyper-masculine cowboy attitude. It was why she’d gotten so frustrated with Harvey, her last boyfriend.
‘Look at me,’ Clara said, reaching out to place her hand on Bobby’s strong shoulder, ‘your father has ruined countless lives and now you have the choice to do something about it. That makes you a hero Bobby. I know how much you have to sacrifice here and it makes you a hero.’
The brooding cowboy turned towards her. She could smell the heat and power on his musk. ‘Is that what you really think?’ he asked her.
‘Yes,’ Clara said. She really did.
His eyes were so deep and sorrowful, even as he tried to hide the pain beneath a veneer of strength and power. ‘I’ve got some documents that could end this thing right now,’ Bobby said.
‘Then it’s your duty to make that happen,’ Clara said.
Bobby stepped closer towards her. ‘And what then?’ he asked, ‘what am I going to do then? Everything will change. We’ll lose everything.’
Clara reached out and took his strong hand in hers. She held it up towards her face, shivered as he rubbed his palm against her cheek. It felt like boiled leather on her skin. She opened her mouth as he ran his fingers over her lips. She was starting to get wet now, the whole night had been so exciting and now… Now she wanted to make it all worth Bobby’s while.
She closed her mouth gently over his fingertips, kissing him softly. Bobby tilted her head up to face him and then leaned forward and kissed her.
She put her arms around his waist, relishing the touch of his strong body beneath her hands as he kissed her, deep and tender.
‘You’re a very beautiful woman, Clara Silverman,’ Bobby said, his voice both strong and soft as he gazed at her with those deep eyes.
‘Hell, you’re pretty hot yourself, you know,’ Clara smiled and ran her hands down over his firm ass.
Bobby narrowed his eyes as something atavistic awoke inside him and he kissed her again, harder this time. Excited by the sudden display of passion Clara dug her hands into his ass, pulling him closer against her small body. A fresh of wave of excitement washed over her as she felt Bobby’s huge cock beneath his jeans, already hard as iron. She was looking forward to feeling it inside her.
As they kissed, Bobby reached down and ran his hands around her back, squeezing her flesh with primal dominance. The sensation of his touch filled her with lust and she pressed her crotch against his, as her pussy continued to plump out and moisten. This was turning out to be better than she ever could have expected.
Bobby ran his hands insider her blazer and helped her out of it as she unbuttoned her blouse. With a look of pained hunger on his handsome face, Bobby threw open her blouse and took her breasts possessively in his hands. Clara closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as he pressed them together. It felt so good. She threw back her head again, inviting him to devour her with his mouth. He pressed his hot lips over hers and started fucking her with his tongue, darting in and out with rapid, powerful strokes. He pressed her tits hard against her chest and Clara shuddered with pleasure. Down below she was absolutely soaking and when Bobby dropped his hand against her thigh she rocked her hips forward and panted with lust for him to take her.
Bobby began working his hand up her skirt, feeling his way along her thigh, already sticky from the hot juices that ran down her leg. Clara let out an involuntary scream when he took her whole pussy in his hand, almost hurting her from the force, though not nearly as much as it filled her with pleasure.
‘Shush,’ Bobby whispered, his voice deep and his face flushed from desire, ‘you’re still on enemy ground here, remember?’
‘Uh-huh,’ Clara whimpered, pushing her crotch forward against his strong touch. She was aware of the danger only too well. And it filled her with profound excitement.
As Bobby stroked her pulsing lower lips with his strong fingers, rapidly accumulating a covering of lubrication, he reached up with his other hand and held her by the back of her head. He leaned forward and kissed her again, as her whole body lit up with pleasure and ecstasy. She let herself fall back into his grip, giving herself over entirely to his control, body and soul.
Bobby slid his fingers inside her crevice and she felt a rush of pleasure reverberate through her belly and down to her loins. He pressed his thumb over her clit as he frigged her hot pussy, holding her with his other arm as she lay against his grip. It felt so incredible to be in his arms like that as he pleasured her and soon Clara could feel herself approaching climax. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to hold back the screams of pleasure that seemed intent on escaping from her frenetic body. Sensing the problem, Bobby leaned down towards her and clamped his mouth over hers, filling it with his tongue as she came hard all over his hand. She lay in his grip, quivering and shuddering through the pleasure, until finally it passed. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
‘That was so good,’ she said, ‘let me return the favor.’
She stood up from his grip and began running her hands over his firm chest. She worked her way down to his belt and jeans, gripped the huge bulge through the denim, as Bobby sighed with pleasure above her. Smiling up at him wickedly, Clara began to slowly unbuckle his belt. She opened his pants and pulled them slowly down, looking forward to facing his cock at last.
Underneath his briefs, his cock seemed absolutely massive. Clara was not disappointed as she slid his underwear slowly down. It was like God’s own member.
‘You’re so big,’ Clara whispered to him, her face close to the heat of his thing. ‘I can’t wait to taste it.’
She wrapped her hand around the shaft and worked it up and down a couple of times, relishing the look of pained lust on Bobby’s face above her. She guided the thick cock towards her face again and slowly opened her mouth as she lowered her head over it.
Mmm, it was delicious. So hard and wet, so hot and powerful. Bobby grunted, breathing heavily, as Clara slowly opened her mouth all the way over his dick, feeling the head press against the back of her throat long before she hit the hilt. She gagged a little and then pulled back up, a sliver of saliva and precum falling out of her mouth. Bobby ran his hands through her hair as she opened her mouth and went over him again.
She continued to work her head up and down over his huge cock until suddenly, without warning, Bobby hoisted her to her feet.
‘What is it?’ she asked.
‘Lie down on the desk,’ he grunted, ‘I want to eat you out while you suck on me
.’
‘Ooh,’ Clara smiled, ‘I like the sound of that.’
She let him lift her up and carry her over to the table, before lowering her on the surface. She watched as Bobby pulled off his jeans and climbed up onto the table beside her. He smiled and leaned back to allow her access to his great coil that stuck out before him, firm and rigid. Clara positioned herself in the sixty-nine position against his body and took his cock in her mouth again. Bobby took her legs in his hands and spread them apart as he lowered his face against her aching cunt. Clara went rigid as his tongue brushed against her lips, filling her body with tremendous pleasure.
They stayed in that position for several minutes, each one feasting on the sexual heat of the other, while they both gave themselves up to the pleasure it caused. Clara could feel that Bobby would soon climax if she kept on as she was going so she began to kiss her way back up his body towards his head, pulling her own crotch free from the pleasure of his mouth.
‘What’s wrong?’ Bobby asked, suddenly jerked out of the spell of the moment.
‘I want you inside me,’ Clara whispered, licking her own juices off his chin and then kissing his hot mouth once more.
Bobby rolled over onto his back and Clara lifted her legs over him, lowering her hungry cunt down onto his rock-hard cock. She bit her lip as her bottom lips spread open over his girth and she felt him slowly begin to enter her. She plopped herself down completely onto his cock and then started to rise again as she ran her hands all over his heaving chest. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
‘Oh God,’ she panted, ‘that feels so good!’
She ran her fingers up over his throat as she fucked him, over his hot face and flexing jaw as he looked at her with those intense blue eyes, narrowed with lust and concentration. He grabbed her ass and held her tight as she thrust her pussy up and down over his dick, relishing the power and control she had over him right at this moment.
Waves of pleasure washed through her body, heat and electricity, lust and rapture. She was going to cum any second now. She wrapped her hands around his throat, tight enough that she could feel his excited pulse as she fucked him. She went faster, harder, the pleasure was so intense it almost hurt – she was definitely going to be sore later. She began to squeeze his throat as she fucked him, as the onset of orgasm rushed through her body and inflamed her cunt. Her whole body started to tremble as she came, squeezing her hands tighter around Bobby’s neck. As he grunted, he erupted inside her too, his whole cock seeming to empty up inside of her, fill her with all of its masculine power. She loosened her grip on his neck and a moment later she collapsed above him.
‘Oh god,’ she panted, ‘that was so good. I didn’t hurt you did I?’
‘A little,’ Bobby smiled, ‘but in a good way.’
‘I guess I should get out of here,’ Clara said, ‘I hope you haven’t changed your mind about giving me those documents.’
Bobby chuckled. ‘Hell no,’ he said, ‘in fact, if anything I’m twice as sure that I’m making the right choice now. If I’d known the good guys fucked like that I would have defected years ago.’
Clara laughed and then rolled over off Bobby’s hot body. She stood up and began pulling her clothes on. Bobby sat up and lowered himself to the ground. Then he began doing the same. He reached into the inside pocket of his aviator jacket and pulled out a folder full of papers.
‘What are they?’ Clara asked, rifling through the documents.
‘Those are records,’ Bobby replied, ‘some of em forty years old, detailing all manner of illegal activities in the name of the company. Some of them are signed by my grandfather, some by my father. There’s a couple that prove for a fact that Ace Cooper not only knew about the dumping campaign in Prudence, but ordered it himself.’
‘Holy shit,’ Clara gasped, ‘this will make the whole case.’
‘Uh-huh,’ Bobby nodded, ‘just like I said.’
A world of emotion welled up inside of her and Clara threw her arms around the man. ‘Thank you!’ she sighed, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. ‘You’ll be a hero after this.’
A dark look came into Bobby’s eyes. ‘No I won’t,’ he said, ‘I’m going to try my hardest to make sure nobody knows the leak came from me and I hope you’ll do the same. This is my family, after all.’
Clara stared at him. ‘But you’ll be ruined,’ she said, ‘even if you don’t get charged on conspiracy with your father, you might be forced to resign.’
Bobby smiled. ‘I know,’ he said, ‘but some things are more important than business. Besides, I been meaning to get back to the family ranch for a long time now. Breathe in the fresh air of the wilderness, just me and a steed to carry me across the sand.’
Clara smiled, she took his hand in hers. ‘You’ll always be a hero to me, Bobby Cooper,’ she said, ‘even if nobody else knows just what you gave up.’
‘Thank you Clara,’ Bobby said and held her in his strong embrace.
Bobby led her back out the way they’d come in, slipping ahead himself to make sure the coast was clear. It would be even more risky if she was caught on the Texxon grounds now, considering she now had these illegal documents in her possession. Luckily the area seemed to be deserted and Bobby soon hissed at her to step out of the shadows and hurry through the break in the fence.
‘Thank you!’ she whispered to him as she fled to the exit. She didn’t get a chance to hear his reply.
A few minutes later, she was back in her car. She looked at the folder in her hands in wonder. Right now it was the most valuable thing in the world. From here on out she would keep it on her person until she got a chance to unveil it in court. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Ace Cooper’s face when he saw that the most sensitive documents in his company were now in her hands.
She wondered if she’d ever get a chance to speak in private to Bobby again. As she drove off across the desert back towards the city she knew that it might never happen. That was the sacrifice that they both had to take.
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Ad Men
Seducing the Heiress on the Skyscraper Roof
‘Unleash your wild side,’ the ad read with a picture of a puma beside a car, possessive and dominant. It was cute.
Jon Sugar ruffled the newspaper and cleared his throat. It was eight am and the train to the city was filled with professional working men making their way into New York to try to seize the day. No different, on the surface at least, than he was.
Jon was the creative director at Harlan Fisher Advertising Agency, one of the Madison Avenue firms, albeit a little smaller than the main contenders. But then, that was part of what he liked about it in the first place. The freedom afforded to him by the lower scale of operations; the opportunity to build something meaningful and strong; the control bestowed upon him, creative and otherwise.
He sat in an empty booth, with his legs crossed beneath the paper and a cigarette held in his fingers. He turned the page and scanned the stories. The Russians had just put a man in space, while elsewhere the trial of Adolf Eichmann, Nazi war criminal, was underway. Jon brought the cigarette to his lips and glanced dryly out the window as he inhaled. Things were definitely happening in the world, but sometimes it still seemed like nobody on the entire planet really knew what they were doing.
‘Rex?’
He almost reacted but did not. Surely they couldn’t mean –
‘Rex Walton? My God, it is you.’
A rush of adrenaline shot to his brain. From the outside it was imperceptible. He cleared his throat and glanced up. ‘Excuse me?’ he said, in a way that suggested he did not appreciate being roused from his thoughts.
Standing in the aisle, a skinny young man in a beginner’s suit was smiling down on him, his face a mixture of stunned disbelief and pleasant surprise.
‘Wow,’ the youth grinned, ‘you look fantastic Rex. What in heck happened to you?’
Jon frowned. ‘I think you’ve got the wrong person,’ he said.
The you
th knitted his brow with pained ambivalence. If Jon remembered correctly, his name was Jem Bowman. ‘What do you mean?’ Jem said, ‘Rex, it’s Jem! Don’t you remember? We lived just down the road from your people.’
Jon smiled slightly, but only with his mouth. ‘I’m sorry,’ he shrugged, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, I have some business to prepare for the day.’
Jem Bowman said nothing. He stared at Jon for a moment longer and then continued walking further along the train, shaking his head like he was questioning his own sanity.
For a moment, Jon glanced out the window, as though recalling some distant life, long in the past, and then his face was stern and blank again.
Forty-five minutes later he was at his place of work.
‘There he is!’ Tommy Harlan, joint partner of Harlan Fisher, whooped as Jon walked into the main lobby, ‘Jon Sugar – the John Wayne of Madison Avenue.’
‘Stick em up,’ Jon smiled coolly, as if only to humor his friend, ‘Pilgrim.’
Tommy laughed and put his arm around Jon’s shoulder, walking him deeper into the offices.
Tommy Harlan had inherited his position as one of the firm’s two joint partners from his father who’d founded the company with Chuck Fisher, Tommy’s current counterpart. Tommy was a handsome, middle-aged man with snow white hair and an impish face which seemed to suggest that he’d never truly left his boyhood behind him. And certainly, that was how he conducted himself around the workplace.
‘Come on,’ he said, leading Jon towards his office, ‘I’ll pour you a glass of scotch. The people from Sunset Hotels are coming in soon and I want to get a sneak preview of the Jon Sugar magic.’
Jon glanced at him. ‘Tommy,’ he said, ‘if you start any earlier you’ll be drinking vodka in your dreams.’
‘Hey,’ Tommy quipped, ‘I already am.’
As they crossed the hallway, Jon’s secretary Suzie rushed up to him with her agenda clasped firmly in her hands. Chances were she knew that if she didn’t catch him now, she might never. Smart girl.