by Tania Cooper
“You need to find a balance of both. You can do it. But right now, I need to talk Hot Tradie into doing it with me tonight before Miss Bleach Barbie at the end of the bar walks over to him and sinks her claws in.”
You know, I think we can do this; we can get everything back to what it needs to be. I can feel the confidence flowing out of you like a hole in a keg, bro. Please don’t let it just be hot air and foolishness, I don’t think either of us could take that fall.
You know what we need? We need to go see the boys, get a few down our neck and have a decent night of it. Maybe you can see what they would do. Well, we both know what Bookend would do, and we don’t want that, but when paired with Benji, well, they can be, insightful, and I’ll see if the guys, mainly Henry, have any ideas. Okay, so that’s what we’re doing. Just toss your jacket and briefcase in the car and head on down, don’t sod about getting changed. Come on, let’s get going.
“Sup bitches, how’s it hanging?”
“Hey, not bad bro, not bad. Henry’s been waxing philosophical all evening, I think Bookend has a new squeeze. Not seen him like this since that Russian chick got her Cyrillic muff on Henry.”
“Yeah I remember her, couldn’t understand a single word she said, but shit, her girl could drink with the best of us.”
“So what’s new with you and B.E?”
“Well, uh, you know what, fuck it.”
“Come on bro, spill, we can both see something is up with you, spill.”
“Uh, well, you know what, I’m in deep and I mean deep. Lexi, shit, she’s perfect, she’s everything. I just don’t know how to tell her exactly how I feel, I’ve fallen hard for her, boys. I really have, but, I just, ah fuck. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah bro, I do, I was this way with Natasha, you’ll know the time when it comes. Just for now, try the little things, you know, keep it subtle and soft.”
“Well you boys heard that, and know my boy is head over heels and well, so am I. Hot Lips is fucking amazing, she makes my world complete and well, I love her, I absolutely and unequivocally love her. No two ways about it boys, I’m in love.”
“Well, I for one am thrilled for you. You deserve a chance at happiness. I know Lane’s last girl wasn’t one to sniff at, but we all know you never felt like you have here, when it came to her camel toe. That girl was septic, yeesh, bad hoodoo.”
“Thanks Henry, and yeah it was, bad everything when it came to that bitch, but Hot Lips and Lexi, they’ve washed everything away; nothing is left behind to tarnish anything when it comes to our love for her.”
“You really are head over heels for her ain’t you, bro. Kudos, it’s rare to find that kind of love, I hope it pans out, bro, you deserve it.”
“So Benji, Booker, I know you’re holding something back, so come on, lay it on me.”
“Mate, we’ve both been there, the ache in your gut and the thump in your chest when you’re near her. Yeah we’ve been there, best thing either of us can tell you is, don’t wait, don’t be a pussy and hide what you’re feeling, just tell her. No if’s, and’s, or but’s; just straight up honesty. Look her square in the face, take her hands in yours and tell her.”
“Benji is right, Lane, you have to tell her, sooner rather than later, bro. You don’t want to fuck it up before you get started or let her slip through your fingers.”
“Thing is boys, I just don’t want to scare her off, with all that has happened with both of us … well … there is a lot of professional crap we have to deal with and I’m worried that if I do something that brings it all crashing back, it will … well … just turn us both on our heads.”
“What the hell are you on about, Lane?”
“I don’t want to fuck up and scare her off by saying something wrong.”
“Then why the hell didn’t you just say that, you dickhead!”
“I did! You two fuckers are just too dull to see it!”
“Oh fuck off! We’re here, trying to help you and you go and insult us, well fuck you very much Mr. Anderson, next time we’ll just tell you to get piss off, shall we?”
“Sorry Booker, seriously, sorry, you too, Benji.”
“So you fucking should be, but seriously mate, you need to tell her how you feel before it’s too late to salvage the situation. You guys can find a way to work it around your work, ya know.”
“I know Benji, I know, I’m just terrified of what could happen.”
“Aren’t we all when we love someone?”
Well Lane, are we going to tell Lexi how you feel? It’s blatantly obvious she knows already, so what are you waiting for? The rapture, the end of days, your mum to swoop in and do it for you? Man up and freaking do it already. I’m open enough to tell Hot Lips I love her and just how much she means to me and as you well know, I’m a freaking penis! You’re a grown man, so fucking act like one. Go out there and tell that woman just what she means to you, or both you and I are going to lose the women we love.
“They’re right, I know they’re right and I know exactly what I need to do … so … what is stopping me? Why am I hesitating so much? I love her, I love her unlike anyone else, hell, I think she is the one. But, why am I so scared, is it just because I’m afraid of the vulnerability that comes with it? Shit, I don’t know. Lexi is my one and only, but here I am acting like a child wanting some comforting arm to take me in and do this all for me, which is, well, simply not me. Fuck, no, I can’t carry on like this, Lexi is my beginning and my end, she is it for me, she deserves to know. I need her to know exactly what she means to me. Monday, Monday is the start of it all, no more avoiding it, I am telling her. Project be damned, she deserves the real me and I need her to see me for who I am. I just hope I can be the patient man she needs me to be. Come what may, I’m going to try, for her, I’m going to try, even if it breaks my heart in the process. She’s worth the risk.”
Yes! That’s my boy, about Goddamned time, where’s the champagne? We need to pop a cork to celebrate this, this is one moment that needs to be celebrated. Atta boy, Lane, fucking hell yes. Let’s do this! Oh, yeah, you want to celebrate by popping that type of cork. Okay, I’m up for it.
I’m coming, Hot Lips, your man is coming home.
Monday:
That’s it, new week, new progress and a chance to actually change Lexi’s mind and get our girls back. I really hope you can pull this off, Lane, I don’t know how much more I can take of this; the awkwardness, the need to feel her, the sudden snatches of her perfume as she moves through the office or past us to get something from the printer or the filing cabinets. Those soft little glances she casts at us when she thinks we’re not watching her. I really don’t know how close you can force me before my limit kills me.
Friday was fantastic, we needed it, but it’s like putting a plaster over a hole in a dam. I don’t know if it’s going to be enough to sate all that we’re keeping inside. Fuck, I need my woman, Lane, and I know you need yours. Miss Queen Bitch is gone, bro; she is dead, buried and locked so far in the past that not even Jacques Cousteau could find her arse.
So there is now nothing and I mean nothing that can stop us. So, get your warrior face on bro and go, go tell our girl exactly what she means to you and get our women back.
“Lexi, can I …”
“Not right now Lane, we’ve hit a solid vein here, come on take a look, tell me what you think of this!”
Damn she smells great today, and so does my girly. Mmm damn bro, hang on what are you doing. Oh nice, little stealthy touches. Yeah okay, soft and slow, run that little finger of yours along the outside of her hand, get her distracted, just play it off as nothing, don’t even acknowledge what you’re doing, just slow and easy, back and forth along the top of her hand. Just like that.
“These designs are fantastic Lexi, freaking fantastic, you’ve got a great skill with Photoshop and an eye for spacing. Great work, I think the client will be impress
ed with these.”
Okay now, while she is struggling to separate from the physical and mental affection, cover her hand with yours and squeeze gently for a few seconds and then at the last moment make deep eye contact. That’s it, just like that. God, her eyes are like falling into lagoons of cool tropical water. Damn it, if I were you I’d never look away. But we have to, it’s been six seconds too long already.
The rest of the morning carries on with more of the same, Lexi and Lane dancing around each other with my boy casting sly and overt passes at our girl, soft little strokes here, the back of his hand over her hip as he passes her on the way to the in-office photocopier and a quick brush across her back as he leans in past her to stare at what she has worked on in the intervening hours. Lunch comes all too quickly, but the scent coming off both my Hot Lips and Lexi, well, Lane would be a fool to miss his mark and Lane’s mama didn’t raise a fool.
Lane is following a few feet behind Lexi as they head towards the stairwell, the rest of the offices a hive of after lunch activity, as they catch up and follow on with calls and work. A sly grin falls over my boy’s face as he speeds up, catching hold of Lexi’s elbow and drags her into the emergency exit access, the rarely used off shoot of the main stairwell, standing cool and dark as the door starts to swing shut.
“Lane, what on earth are you …”
“Shh.”
My boy rips his tie from his neck, jamming it into the hasp on the doorframe before the door swings shut. The bunched up silk stops it from trapping them inside as he pins Lexi to the wall, his lips snaring hers as I hear my girl moan.
“Mmm Eight, our girl needs this and she needs it bad even if she has been trying to fight it! Come on, get your big self in me and fill me up, my walls are aching for your touch, baby.”
“Damn it girl, here I come, open wide baby.”
The condom in Lane’s grip slips over me as he spins Lexi to face the wall, her hands coming up as she spreads them flat against the cold surface of the stairwell. He flips her skirt up onto her back; the sound of tearing nylon fills the air as he rips the crotch out of Lexi’s tights. The sodden cotton of her panties is pushed aside as she gasps at the sudden and all too welcome assault on her and her clothing.
“Damn baby, my girl is loving this, now get your sexy self inside me. I need my man and I need him now.”
“Oh here I come, baby, here I come.”
With an echoing slap across Lexi’s backside Lane spears me in, the feel of her soaked panties scraping along my shaft making both of us shiver as his hips slap against her warm skin.
“Fuck baby, I just couldn’t hold back, I needed you and I needed you bad.”
“I don’t care Lane, I need it too!”
He curls his hand in our girl’s hair as he drags her blouse upwards, his hand slipping inside her bra, thumb and finger twisting and teasing at her nipple as he drives me deeper into her wet core.
“Oh baby, you feel so good, oh yeah Eight, fill me deep, that’s it, oh fuck yes, fill me till you break me!”
“Keep talking like that and I will do more than break you, baby.”
Lexi yelps slightly as Lane sends another stinging crack across her backside as I sink deeper into Hot Lips’ scorching heat. The sound of my boy’s hips slapping against Lexi’s taut butt fills the air as he grunts and groans, the sound of her panting breath driving us both crazy as I feel myself swell inside her, Hot Lips clutching at me as I feel my head catch at her quivering entrance before I drive deep into her shivering wetness again.
“Fuck Lane, oh God, yes, yes!”
“Damn it baby, I just couldn’t help it, I was dying trying to stop from taking you in the office again.”
The smell of sex fills the air as Lane ravishes Lexi’s neck, her skin turning a soft pink as he continues to drive me into her to the hilt.
“God, I’m coming baby, I’m coming.”
“Oh yes I can feel it, yes, oh God Lane, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
His lips snare Lexi’s again as she struggles to stop herself screaming; my head explodes as I feel Hot Lips ripple around me, her walls dragging me deep as she drains everything from me. They stand, leaning against the wall, panting as sweat rolls down Lane’s neck, Lexi’s supple form moulding against us as I slowly begin to shrink.
“Fuck, baby, that was intense.”
“God, was it ever, I haven’t felt my girl go so fast in years and you and your boy are magic. Mmm damn, I love you.”
“I love you too baby, I love you too.”
The rest of the day passes in a blur of quiet flirting, sly petting and subconscious need as they both bask in their secret stairway tryst.
Tuesday:
Well today is a hot one, and I don’t mean hot as in sexy. Clients are in and they’re looking for something impressive or blood. Either way they’re going to be leaving with something and my boy and girl, well, they’re more nervous than a Jew in the Vatican.
So I guess there’s nothing for us to do but wait and see what the rest of the day brings. Which, if I’m getting the feel of things from my boy correct, a lot of tension, a lot of ‘business’ and finally, a hell of a lot of squeaky bed springs if he has his way. But he doesn’t, neither of them do and it looks like, as they’re standing here waiting for their clients, that nothing is going to stop the hammering of my boy’s heart.
Lane turns and smiles at Lexi, her eyes wide as she clutches at her hands. My boy reaches out, his hand finding hers, offering a soft comforting squeeze as she turns her gaze upon his. Her blue eyes are brimming with a mix of fear and excitement as my boy’s heart skips a beat. Both of them snap back to reality, the moment shattering as the door to the boardroom opens and the clients walk in.
The meeting drags on, the clients resisting slightly as both my boy and Lexi fight to lay out their combined ideas. Eventually, after what feels like a century of smashing their heads into concrete, the clients begin to see sense and listen to what my boy and girl are saying.
“So, that’s basically the entire proposed design, from the campaign’s initial run right through to the multi-media distribution. I think the only thing we haven’t worked in here is a mass leaflet drop from a C130.”
Oh Lane, dude, really bad call, bro.
“What Mr. Anderson means is that we both feel we have covered every conceivable angle. If, in the next few days before we wrap up designs and send it through to the distribution teams, you come up with anything else you feel is needed or should be included, do not hesitate to call or email either of us.”
“Thank you, Miss Ryan, we may just do that. Mr. Anderson, thank you as well, although the jokes … well …”
“Yeah, sorry about that, I get my sense of humour from my father …”
“Don’t we all. Anyway, congratulations to you. I feel we certainly made the right choice hiring the both of you. I shall forward my findings to the board and be in touch soon. Good day to you both.”
Come on dude, that was pretty lousy, but, oh okay you’re not even paying attention here, well, screw you then.
“So Lexi, what would you say to dinner?”
“No Lane, we need to keep this professional.”
“Professional, you didn’t say anything like that yesterday, or Friday. So if you don’t want dinner … how about we … toast this some other way.”
His lips slip along her neck, leaving a soft shimmering trail of flushed, pink skin in their wake. My boy’s fingers dance along the buttons of Lexi’s blouse as she tries in vain to fight the growing arousal that Hot Lips is goading into a raging inferno.
“Mmm Lane, not here, oh, oh God that feels good.”
A deep growl leaves my boy as Lexi’s backside grinds against me and Lane’s lust builds. I need to be free, free to sink deep into the moist centre of Hot Lips, but damn it if her arse rubbing over me doesn’t feel delicious.
Her fingers reach around to snatch at the zip to Lane’s pants as he slips his fingers throu
gh the layers of Lexi’s skirt and panties, her wetness soaking them as he rubs slow circles over her clit.
“Damn baby, your boy’s fingers feel gorgeous, oh please have him sink them deeper, we both want it bad.”
“Oh he will be baby, just you wait.”
Hot Lips swallows my boy’s fingers whole as he slips one after another in Lexi’s dripping heat. Lexi claws at her panties, forcing them down her legs as Lane drags me free, a condom already lying partially open on the table as Lexi reaches round and begins to stroke her hand along my thickening shaft.
Without another word, the skin of latex slips over me and I’m sinking deep into the rippling warmth that is Hot Lips.
“Fuck baby, I have wanted this badly, I cannot keep you out of my head. The amount of time I spend at night coaxing everything I can from me, I don’t know how I’m standing.”
“Stop talking Lane, and go harder.”
The table rocks and shudders as Lane drives me deep, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the air as Lexi fights to keep her moans soft. Lane reaches around, her bobbing breasts teasing his fingers as he snatches at her nipple. She whimpers, biting hard on her hand as he teases the soft bud between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God, keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
I throb and flex at her words, Lane’s lust and desire rising as I swell another inch inside Lexi, Hot Lips cooing as I sink as deep as I can into her soaked silk, feeling her walls slide against me. Lane grins as my sack tightens, their growled words lost amidst the sounds of their animal lust.
“Oh damn, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Damn girl me too. Fuck!”
“Eight, baby, that has to be the quickest orgasm my girl has ever had. What is up with these two?”
“I don’t know baby, I just don’t know. Lane just can’t turn it off. Hell, I probably have blisters with all the midnight strokings I’m getting. Wouldn’t surprise me if we give Kleenex this year’s sales quota single handed!”
“Well, whatever it is, he can keep doing it. Mmmm, he can keep doing it all night long.”