Boss Me Hard

by R. R. Banks

  “Sounds like another vagina problem,” joked Alexis. “Clearly something is going on down there if men across this country are telling you no.”

  Hannah rolled her eyes and flared her nostrils, taking Alexis’s insults in stride. “Look princess, just because I don’t have to dust out any cobwebs before my encounters between the sheets does not mean that something is wrong.”

  “Hey, I can’t help it I’m pickier than you are.”

  “Yeah, well I can’t help it men like me more than you,” playfully insulted Hannah. “Anyways, this fourth field is a client of ours already and our deal is expiring. They’re not a particularly good client, but they’re a client none the less. My goal was to expand our business with them and get more from them, but unfortunately…”

  “Let me guess, they won’t talk to you because of your vagina,” interrupted Alexis.

  Hannah shook her head before standing up and walking over to the coffee pot. “No, they won’t talk to me over the phone, preferring that I negotiate with them face to face. The foreman at this supplier sounded Italian, so I don’t think I have any worries about my anatomy upsetting him on a spiritual level.”

  Alexis shook her head as she poured both of them a cup of coffee. “So what’s the problem?”

  “I have to drive into the mainland to this supplier,” she replied. “I have to go this afternoon and I’m not even unpacked yet or familiar with the terrain. I don’t know where I’m going; all that I know is that it’s near the Oman border.”

  “Ouch, cross country negotiations,” said Alexis. “So you came to tell me good bye?”

  Hannah nodded. “More or less,” she replied. “I didn’t want to have to travel inland during our trip, much less this early, but I need to make headway to get a little momentum. I’m hoping if I can get one domino to fall, then perhaps I can get the rest to follow suit.”

  “So, you’re hoping that if you can get this supplier on board, he’ll be able to help you with the other fields that won’t talk to you?” asked Alexis, sipping from her coffee before sitting down at the table.

  “Pretty much,” replied Hannah. “If I can get this one supplier to cooperate, maybe the rest of the region will fall into line.”

  Alexis leaned back in the chair. “That’s not a terrible idea. Reputation can spread like wildfire in these parts, and if they see that you’re here for business, and that you came with a lot of money, they may be more willing to play ball. I guess that means that I’ll be organizing the acquisition and preparing it for transport.”

  “You’re assuming I’m going to succeed?”

  Alexis laughed. “You always do. Besides, they’ll agree to work with you just to shut you up.”

  Hannah nodded. “It’s a great strategy.” She stood up from her chair and looked at her phone, holding the coffee in the other hand. “I’m headed to the mainland. Hopefully this GPS takes me there without much interference. I’ll let you know when I get there.”

  “Please do,” said Alexis as Hannah walked over to the door, leaving Alexis alone, sipping her coffee.

  Alexis continued to sit in the chair, reading a left-over edition of the Wall Street Journal, providing a reminder of home. She sat comfortably, crossing her right leg over the left while flipping through the daily business information, peering over the pages to see how some of her own personal investments have been doing.

  “I wouldn’t read too far into that. It’s quite depressing,” announced a man walking into the room, speaking with a very familiar dialect and accent. “That thing has been the bane of my existence over the past year.”

  Alexis smiled, setting the paper down to look at the man walking through the room. He was tall, slightly over six feet, with light brown hair and a lightly tanned complexion. He was toned, though not overwhelmingly built. He looked as if he took care of himself, electing to spend more time on the beach and in the water than underneath a mountain of weights. His hair was neatly cut with a finely trimmed neck and ear line while his clothes seemed to be tailor made.

  “Oh, wonderful, someone actually made coffee,” he said gleefully as he walked up to the pot, reaching for a Styrofoam cup before grabbing the handle.

  “I apologize if it is not up to your standard,” she said aloud, continuing to look the man in front of her over with great intrigue as he turned to face her with a confused look.

  “New York?” he asked, listening to her accent and trying to guess where she was from.

  Alexis grinned, nodding slightly as she paused, thinking of where he was from based off of his accent. “I know you’re from the United States, but that is as far as I’ve gotten.”

  “Chicago,” he stated as he turned his back to the coffee pot, leaning against the counter while holding his cup. “I was born and raised in the Windy City.” He swirled the coffee in his hand, mixing his cream into it as he watched Alexis gaze at him. “It’s not often I get to see someone from the states here in Dubai.”

  “Well don’t get used to me. I’m only here for twelve more days,” she replied back, smirking lightly as she sipped on her coffee.

  The man shook his head. “That’s an awful short assignment…”

  “Alexis,” she said, finishing his statement for him while introducing herself. “My name is Alexis Matthews and I’m here for the American corporation.”

  “Right, I heard about them sending over a couple of people. You’re here to make me some more money,” he said sarcastically, joking with her a bit as he continued to lean against the counter. He paused, looking back at her before setting his cup to his side. “In all seriousness, I’ve heard amazing things about some of the up and coming analysts and negotiators in New York. I’ve heard that they have the best, brightest, and most resourceful group of employees in the entire consortium. I’m sure if they sent you, you must be incredibly good at what you do.”

  Alexis blushed slightly, smiling from ear to ear as she gazed at the man in front of her. “I’m the analyst and administrator,” she said calmly, informing him of her position within the organization while gazing at his striking physique. “My partner is an impressive negotiator, but my job is to…”

  “Your job is to get what the negotiator acquires from one point to another without breaking the bank,” he finished for her. “Your job requires a lot more skill and knowledge, having to be aware of so many nuances and codes that surely all run together over time. I mean hell; I can’t even keep up with the regulations of Jebel Ali, much less New York Harbor.”

  “No, New York Harbor has too many rules and regulations about what is allowed to come in from overseas, especially from the Middle East, nor is it prudent to have our crude delivered there when the bulk of our refineries are in the southwest. I actually ship everything to either Houston or New Orleans because it’s far closer, saving us thousands on land shipping, and the regulations are far more relaxed,” she explained, perplexing the man across from her as she explained how she handled importing crude oil.

  The man chuckled, nodding his head as he tilted it sideways. “I’m impressed,” he said. “You clearly know your trade. I’m here, making small talk and flirting a little bit, enjoying the conversation with someone who is from the same hemisphere as me, while you can spout out port regulations and bottom dollar figures from memory. That is ridiculously impressive.”

  Alexis nodded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to steer the conversation too seriously or show off.”

  “No, don’t be sorry, I actually liked it,” he replied, grabbing his coffee before stepping away from the counter. “Don’t think I’m running away from you, and as much as I loathe these gatherings, I have to get back to the board meeting down the hall before they think I left. It’s been a pleasure talking to you and maybe we could run into each other again sometime, Alexis.”

  “I’d like that…”

  “Oh, you never got my name, did you?” asked the man. “I have the option of actually shrouding myself in mystery to such an attractive, smart woman.
Would it bother you if I left, not giving you my name, occupation, or any tidbit of information regarding my identity?

  Alexis sat still, nodding slowly as she looked at him leisurely walk toward the door. “Yes, it would,” she said calmly and quietly, almost in a timid manner.

  “Good,” he replied, stepping out the door and leaving her sitting there staring at the wall, confused as to who she just talked to. Her brain wandered, revisiting the conversation and trying to piece together the information he told her. He was from Chicago and from her deduction, was one of the many investors in COT since he was there for a meeting. She thought about all of the members, going through each one in her head. She sat still for several seconds, deducing and reasoning, yet coming up empty.

  “My name is Nathanial Jenkins,” he said, tucking his head back into the room to see Alexis immediately smile, relieved to have that small bit of knowledge. “I figured a smart girl like you would’ve figured out my name eventually anyway.”

  She laughed as he left again, leaving her sitting in a chair, looking at the beige walls of the break room. Her mind still wandered, but now started focusing on other things. Alexis was a very taciturn woman, not allowing herself to become romantically attached or emotionally involved with many people. While she had a great deal of friends, she never would commit to a long-term relationship out of fear of her career suffering. She would keep her head down and drive toward the objective, ensuring that her career stayed on track and the money continued to flow into her growing bank account. However, there were occasions where Alexis let go, allowing someone into her life briefly for the sake of intimacy.

  Alexis’s best feature was her understanding of herself. She knew how she operated and knew what she needed to do to ensure that she functioned appropriately. Organizing things on her desk, keeping her closet organized by what she was going to wear daily, sorted and selected days in advance, and keeping a detailed ledger of every professional contact she had ever interacted with were several of the keys to her success. Alexis knew that when she veered off course, the results were not optimal, forcing her to stay within her shell and not branch out very often. She ate what she knew she would like, visited places she knew she would enjoy, and never stepped a foot out of her comfort zone.

  Talking to Nathanial brought out an emotion that Alexis believed she had suppressed. After the brief conversation, Alexis’s normal level headed persona began to dwell on his beautiful, brown eyes, his tanned skin, and his well-toned arms and legs. She bit her lip slightly, thinking about him while a sense of warmth grew between her legs. She thought more about his attitude and carefree nature, wishing she could have that. “When was the last time…” she thought to herself, thinking back to the last time she experienced an intimate encounter with anyone.

  Six months before flying to Dubai, Alexis and Hannah had had an amazing night out, celebrating that they had both had a record month, the two matched each other tequila shot for tequila shot until they had to hold each other up. “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Lexi,” slurred Hannah, calling Alexis by the unprofessional nickname she gave up in college.

  “Shh,” gestured Alexis, putting her finger over her mouth while leaning against the bar. “I left her in high school.”

  “And that was probably the last time you had any fun,” quipped a drunken Hannah. “You should let loose more often. I love you like this.”

  The night was partially a blur for Alexis as she thought it over, making her slightly uncomfortable but realizing that no harm ended up coming from it. Her next memory of that night came in her apartment with Hannah and two men they had just met and that part was anything but hazy. They were in Alexis’s living room, one man sat on each end of the couch with one of the women straddling them. While they were still fully clothed, that was quickly about to change as the making out got more intense. Alexis pulled the shirt off the man she was straddling, revealing a few small tattoos and a very flat, unimpressive chest. He followed suit, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head, showing off her moderately sized chest being contained by a pink, lace bra.

  On the other end of the couch, Hannah removed herself from on top of the man to switch places, with him standing in front of her. She took hold of his belt before pulling on it, releasing the buckle then unbuttoning his denim pants. She tugged on them gently, dropping them to the floor to hang around his ankles. Standing in a pair of loose fitting boxers, the man kicked his pants off as Hannah reached between the buttoned hole in his boxers and pulled out his hard, thick cock. With a look of intrigue, Hannah slowly brought it to her mouth, gradually licking around the tip while looking up at him. In immediate ecstasy, the man wrapped Hannah’s blonde ponytail around his hand and looked back at the ceiling, arching his back as she pulled his throbbing cock into her mouth, rolling over it with her tongue as he gently moaned.

  Alexis looked over and smiled; watching Hannah work that dripping cock was making her so wet. She stood up on the couch, still straddling her partner as she unbuttoned her jeans, motioning for the man to reach up and pull them off. Without hesitation, he grabbed her pink panties and blue jeans and pulled them down. Alexis shifted, removing the pants while hovering her beautiful, trimmed pussy in the man’s face. It was very neat, her brunette hair forming a small, inch wide landing strip that stopped right above her pussy lips. He had to readjusted himself because the sight of that sweet cunt in his face made his dick so hard it hurt.

  Alexis leaned over to whisper in his ear, “You want to taste this soaking wet pussy don’t you baby?”

  He let out a low growl, “Oh fuck yes!”

  As she stood back up he pressed his face into her crotch, opening his mouth wide as he used his hands to open her pussy and reveal her clit. He licked it quickly, making Alexis moan in delight as she placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself. She looked over at Hannah, who pulled the cock out of her mouth at the sound of Alexis moaning.

  Hannah stood up, still holding the man’s nice sized cock as she stared at her best friend. She released his cock, grabbing the button of her pants and removing them, as well as her black thong, tossing them across the room. Her cunt was smooth and clean with her clit partially exposed, making it incredibly accessible. She looked at her partner as she stood up on the couch, stepping over to Alexis while motioning for the man to come closer.

  “Now be a good boy and do like your friend there.” Hannah said as she spread her legs. He moved his head between her legs, eating her out from behind as she moved her head closer to Alexis.

  “Relax,” she whispered into Alexis’s ear as she moaned with the man between her legs continuing to pleasure her. “These are the moments that you need to have sometimes.”

  In a show of dominance, Hannah reached back and grabbed her partner’s head and pulled it further into her pussy. “I want you to lick me deep,” she moaned as his tongue reached the inside of her cunny.

  Alexis looked on and smirked before turning to look at the man between her legs, who was still providing an excellent service. Within a few short minutes, the muscles in her blazing pussy started to contract as his talented tongue made circles around her clit. When he started sucking on her little clit, Alexis lost it. She moaned as she came on her lover’s face.

  Hannah watched as Alexis moaned, feeling envious but turned on by the sight of her best friend climaxing. She pulled the man’s head from her vagina before stepping over his shoulders to jump to the ground below, placing both feet firmly on the floor as Alexis did the same, though much slower since she needed a moment to recover.

  Hannah pushed her partner back gently before turning around and placing her ass next to his cock. Bending over she placed both of her hands on the couch before looking back at him. “Well, come on,” she said, waiting for him to fuck her.

  Alexis sat down on the couch and unbuttoned the pants of her partner, finally ending his constricting torture, before leaning back on the couch and raising her legs into
the air. Without much persuasion, the man drove his rock-hard cock into Alexis’s soaked pussy, thrusting inside with fast, demanding strokes. Alexis gripped the fabric of the couch tightly and let out a euphoric scream as he proceeded to pound her pussy. With Hannah next to her, also screaming out in pleasure as her partner punished her cunt from behind. It was as if each man was trying to top the other by fucking the girls as vigorously as they could.

  White hot heat raced through Hannah’s body as she began rubbing her throbbing clit. As her guy continued his scorching pace, her pussy clamped down on his cock. She cried out as her orgasm shook her body and her cunt drenched his cock with honey. When the last dregs of her orgasm left, her lover pulled his pulsing cock out cumming on her back and ass.

  Alexis too was feeling the beginning of the “little death”. She was thrusting her hips up to meet her lover’s cock, stroke for furious stroke. The rush of ecstasy flowed over her body as her pussy contracted and she screamed out her release. Sending her lover into his own climax as he pulled out to cum on her breasts and stomach.

  Alexis was motionless as her partner stepped away to grab his clothes while Hannah fell over onto the couch, placing her head on Alexis’s shoulder as she looked to see the two men getting ready to leave. “Now was that so bad?” asked Hannah rhetorically, picking on Alexis a bit.

  She snapped out of her daydream, thinking about Nathanial again and how it had been six months since she had felt the touch of a man, though this time it felt different. She acknowledged that things were different now and that she was getting to a point where she potentially wanted more, though whether Nathanial could offer that was still up for debate. Perhaps she was changing and her emotions were starting to get to her, wanting to settle down and find someone with whom she could be truly happy with, or maybe it was the lack of intimacy for six months finally getting the best of her. She continued to sit at the table, finishing her coffee as her mind wandered further out into what it could be.