Emily's Dilemma

by Gabriella Como

  "Okay, I need to settle down. We don't know what will happen, or how soon it will happen, or how the FDA will behave and how fast. Lots of questions still need to be answered. So let's take a deep breath, relax, but let's do enjoy this moment," he said as he paced around the room, trying his best to calm himself. He stopped his pacing, hands on hips, looked up, and exhaled. He willed himself into a calm state. Emily took him in with her eyes. He was gorgeous to her.

  "Robert, I'm a little concerned with Millennium buying X-3850," Emily said, her eyes narrowing. "They have a drug that competes with ours."

  Robert's smile dropped and he looked at Emily. "Theirs alleviates the symptoms. Ours cures it," he replied.

  "Robert, think about it. Theirs is a cash cow. People using their drug use it for a lifetime. Think of the money they make. Ours cures the condition. No need to take it for a lifetime," she said. "What if they buy X-3850 just to kill it?"

  Robert's face went pale. He looked down at the floor. "Ashton said they couldn't wait to brand it and market it. It would be unethical to kill it. Millennium would gain such goodwill from marketing it. It would be what they need to change their reputation, and their reputation could use something like this. They're perceived as a profit-at-all-costs company. Sure, they're a huge player in the field, but even the big boys have to do the right thing. Sometimes you can't avoid it. The price they sell our drug for will be sky-high, but if it's priced right, they make money and in the long run, the patient and insurance companies save money. No need to worry. They will market this."

  She could no longer resist him. She was willing to offer herself to him if he wanted her. She wanted him, and now. Summoning up the courage, she rose and took off her navy blue jacket, revealing her tight upper body.

  "Mind if I take off my jacket?" she asked him. Their eyes locked briefly. His constant smile dropped for a second, took in the true nature of the moment and realized there was an emotional shift in the room.

  "Please do." he responded. His face brightened. She slid off her shoes. She was trying to be subtle, but also hoping he would read her mind and her body language.

  A thought crossed his mind, and the boyish grin came back to his face.

  "Do you mind if I get comfortable?" he asked her in return. He undid his tie and threw it across the room where it landed on the desk chair. He unbuttoned a few buttons on his white dress shirt. Emily noticed he unbuttoned one too many, and if this was a more professional setting, it might be considered inappropriate. That was a visual cue he meant on purpose, and Emily got it. She could see the skin of his chest.

  He slid off his shoes and nudged them under the bed. He paused, standing still, and gazed at the carpet for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes rose slowly to meet hers. His soft, gentle smile to her suggested he was ready to reveal something. He stood there for a moment with his warm eyes locked onto Emily's. Emily slowly stood up from her chair. She realized why she stood. Her heart was beating through her chest. He slowly approached her. He was now inches from her. His hands rose to the sides of her waist and he felt her narrow hips in his grasp. Their lips met. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

  Their kiss was deep and passionate and long. Their embrace grew in strength, the admission of a longing they both shared for each other. Their breathing intensified. Emily hands trembled along with her breath. Their lips separated for a moment. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. He responded by unbuttoning hers. The pulled each other’s shirt from their slacks. They kissed again. Then they removed each other’s shirts revealing their torsos. Robert reached around to unbuckle Emily's black bra and slid it off her arms, revealing her perfect breasts. They kissed again. Emily moved to kiss his neck. She smelled him. She breathed him in deeply. She was intoxicated by his smell. She continued to kiss his neck, moving down to his firm chest, her hands grasping his sides. She reached for his belt buckle and quickly undid it and unzipped him. His slacks dropped to his ankles where he stepped out of them. She pulled down his boxers, still kissing his chest. She reached for his erect penis and held it in her hands.

  Quietly, wordlessly, she sat him down on the edge of the bed, and took her place between his long, outstretched legs. Her eyes took in his erect member. Ever so lightly her tongue flickered out to touch his sensitive tip. She by turn kissed and licked, but ever so gently, barely touching him. His manhood bounced with each touch. She was amused with his response. His smell drove her wild, but she found full control over him. She knew what to do. She remembered how to do it. All those lessons Laura had taught Emily were still with her. Emily never wanted to please a man like she wanted to please Robert.

  He was nearly silent, except for his quiet gasps. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was transported far, far away. Now and then, she looked up at him. His face is the measure of her work, she thought to herself. His head leaned down and his arms supported himself on the bed. Her hands were on his thighs, but then moved to his sides. She slid them around his body and felt his tight buttocks.

  She took him in, but only an inch. He moaned at the new sensation. She backed off; knowing the air on his wet head would cool it, offering a counterpoint to her warm mouth. She breathed on it, enhancing the effect. She took him in again, this time a little deeper. Again, she backed off, and breathed on his huge, glistening head. She did this many more times, each eliciting a timely gasp from him.

  His breathing deepened. Only when he began his orgasmic moan does she bring him fully into her mouth. His member fills her entire mouth as she waited for the inevitable. She holds onto his body, hands firmly clasped on each buttock, as he twisted and contorted and convulsed with ecstasy. He was tall and strong, and she was lifted up with each convulsion. Her head pushed into his abdomen as to not lose her grip on his swollen, erupting manhood.

  With a guttural cry of ecstasy, he delivered into her mouth.

  His orgasm was long. As he writhed, she took his every pump of semen deeply into her mouth, having to swallow several times so it didn't spill out. She wanted all of his precious masculine essence. She hung onto him, not letting him go despite his sheer strength. She has never known such an exquisite taste.

  He collapsed back on the bed. She rose slightly and looked at him. A single drop of semen slowly rolled down from the corner of her mouth. He gasped several more times as his writhing subsided. Her tongue took in the drop before it falls on him. He lay there, moaning. His manhood was wet with both their juices. His breathing was deep as he struggled to recover. Dreamily, he opened his eyes. He looked at her glistening lips. Her inner thighs were soaked. He was going soft and she knew she was not going to be able to mount him right away. She rose from his legs and wiped her lips. She lay next to him, their arms intertwined; they kissed and held each other closely. Robert drifted off and fell asleep. He must have been up all night, Emily thought. She covered him up with the extra blanket from the closet. She wanted to feel him inside her in the worst way, but she would have to wait. She knew that she would have his company for the next two days and nights. Maybe more.

  Chapter 2

  She felt alive as she walked alone through the conference. Feeling buoyant and especially sociable, she stopped by the booths of companies where she knew people in the business. There was noise from the video monitors and the sales people who manned the booths were selling attendees on the benefits of their products or services. She seemed to attract the attention of sales reps, mostly men, as she bounced from booth to booth. She felt in control of herself and her future. She felt no qualms about cheating on her husband. As she walked, she thought about what just happened in Robert's room. It was the beginning of something wonderful, she thought, both personally and professionally.

  A man from one of the big pharma booths caught a glimpse of Emily as she walked past. He stood transfixed, staring at her. She looked familiar to someone he knew long ago. Someone who looked very much like one who slipped his grasp. His memory raced. Where have I seen her before? Was it in another confere
nce or in some business meeting? His mind churned trying to recall. Then, it struck him like a thunderbolt. Kimber. No way, he told himself.

  "Kimber?" he whispered to himself. Couldn't be her, he thought. But his mind wouldn't let go. This time, he called out.

  "Kimber!" he yelled. The name exploded in Emily's mind and caught her completely off-guard. She caught herself as her head wanted to jerk toward the voice, responding to a name she hadn't heard in fifteen years. She recovered as smoothly as she could and kept on walking the floor of the conference. She hoped whoever yelled that name didn't notice her or the fact that her sudden head movement might have given her away. She took a few more steps before the voice shouted again.

  "Kimber!" yelled the man, who pulled on her arm to stop her from walking away. She turned and their eyes met. The man stared into her face, absorbing it all into his mind to make sure it matched up with his long-ago memory. It was a match.

  Emily turned and looked him into his eyes. Oh, God, she thought. I remember. But I can't let on. She could never forget that face. She was petrified. She had to react quickly and confidently.

  "Excuse me?" she asked the man. She paused without saying anything more, hoping he would realize his mistaking her for someone else.

  "You're Kimber, right? Aren't you Kimber? Don't you remember me?" he said with fierce determination. He continued staring at her blue eyes. The nightmare she had prayed to avoid was about to begin.

  "No, I'm not Kimber. You have me confused with someone else. My name is Emily Chastain. I'm with NobleCor," she replied, hoping to confuse him and get him to back off. It did confuse him. He let her go.

  "Sorry. I must have confused you with someone I knew a long time ago. Who did you say you were with? NobleCor?" he asked.

  "Yes, NobleCor," she answered. "I'm the VP of Molecular Biochemistry." She added her title as a way of completely confusing him. It worked. He rubbed his mouth in dismay. Also complicating matters was that X-3850 was the drug that his company, Millennium Pharma, wanted to buy. He waved an apologetic hand to her as she departed.

  "My name's Mitch Ashton, Jr. by the way. Sorry!" he said as she made quick distance from him.

  Emily was thunderstruck. All of a sudden, she realized the perfect storm she was now in.

  ****

  Robert woke alone from his nap. Groggy, he made himself a cup of coffee and showered to help wake him up. He got dressed, this time without a tie, and made his way down the elevator to the floor of the conference. His thoughts were consumed with Emily and their romantic encounter in his room. What a day, he thought to himself. X-3850 might be purchased from a big pharma company and I sleep with Emily. Well, he also thought, he didn't actually complete their lovemaking, but he was on the delightful receiving end of it. He felt bad for falling asleep after his orgasm. He couldn't help it, he thought, having spent all night on the presentation. With a smile he thought he would apologize to her and try to make up for it. Wonder is she'll be interested, he asked himself, knowing pretty sure what Emily's answer would be.

  Mitch Ashton, Jr. spotted and ran up to Robert with a curious look on his face. Shaking his hand far too long, he complimented Robert again on the stellar clinical trial results and how he presented them to the attendees. Mitch spoke of the process, including having received permission from their board to make such a large investment in his company. He said his company's board of directors were especially "hands-on" and often dictated actions and directions for Millennium Pharma. Both the board as well as his father wanted to see this happen, Mitch said. As an officer of the company, Mitch, Jr. assumed responsibility for their intent to buy.

  The two chatted while all the commotion of the industry's foremost conference went on around them. Mitch Jr. was a talkative type, Robert thought, and never ran out of things to say or subjects to discuss. Robert thought Mitch had a strong slimy element to him. Finally, after the obligatory pleasantries were over, he got to his point.

  "Hey, Robert, can I ask you a question?" Mitch didn't wait for an answer. "Who was that woman you were with last night at the bar? Looked like you guys were having a good time. She looks very familiar to me. I think I've seen her before. What was her name? Emily something?" His dark eyes looked deep into the Robert's. Mitch paused for his answer. He got none. Robert heard him but was already conveniently saying hello to another attendee.

  As Mitch let go of his conversation with Robert to another, his mind worked. He moved back into his booth where he inserted himself into someone else's conversation.

  ****

  Emily was still in her room. She had taken a hot shower to try and wash the chilling encounter with Mitch off her. She composed herself, and convinced herself that Mitch couldn't possibly put two and two together. The fright subsided. She talked herself into feeling no longer scared of being compromised. Be careful, she reasoned to herself. Her words to herself had the desired effect. She calmed down. Feeling better, she thought about Robert, and what, if anything, she wanted to do next. Thinking that Robert was probably down in the large ballroom where the conference booths were, she called his room, thinking that she would just leave a message.

  "Hello?" Said Robert. He was in his room when she called. Surprised but quick to recover, she asked how the "floor" was. He responded with the usual "walked around" and "talked to some people" with no intention of bringing up the encounter with Mitch. He returned the question asking what she did, and she responded with much the same, not divulging the conversation she had with the man from Millennium that unnerved her so much. His voice relaxed her. The safety of her room and the hot shower served to get her back to thinking about this handsome man in the next room. She could almost smell him. The warm sensation between her legs made her ask Robert if he'd like to come over "If he wasn't too busy, that is." He joked about checking his schedule, but then laughed and reminded her "Remember, I'm free the rest of the show." Any formal commitment on his part was over.

  Mitch, Jr. just returned from the front desk and immediately went over to the hotel restaurant where he ordered a bottle of champagne, iced, in a bucket, on a cart. His sly smile never left his face.

  Robert knocked on her door. He looked around behind him, his eyes darting left and right. Nobody is watching. Her door opened. There she was, still in her bathrobe. She apologized weakly for her appearance, knowing she was wearing exactly what he wanted. He laughed and said maybe he should be wearing his so they could match. They embraced right away. They kissed deeply and passionately. They both understood that conversation could come later. Now, it was about making love. She tugged at his belt buckle, loosening his buttoned pants as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. His jacket was already on the floor. He kicked his shoes off as his pants dropped to his ankles. Naked, they fell on her bed and continued to kiss. She moaned softly, saying, "I missed you." He responded, "I've couldn't get you off my mind." He kissed her neck, making his way down to her firm breasts, where he kissed, licked, and sucked them. Her moaning grew louder. He made his way down to her navel, kissing and licking along the way. Then down to her thighs, kissing each alternately, his tongue finding its way up to her sweet spot. He found it with his tongue. Emily's moaning was now pronounced. She could not tell how loud she was. His tongue darted and licked and her moans continued. Her athletic body writhed in pleasure. Robert looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. She was in a world of ecstasy. Nobody had ever tasted her like he did. He knew she was getting close. His arms were around her legs, holding onto her hips. He held on tightly as her hips rose in rhythm. She orgasmed quietly, holding all her release in as she held her breath. She rocked from side to side, trying to release all the pent up energy her orgasm provided. Her thighs locked his head in place, and her hands held his head with a firm grip.

  Emily exhaled deeply. She extended her legs fully to either side of him. She still cupped his head in her hands, gradually pulling him up to her face where she kissed him deeper than ever. She could taste her own taste. It was the first time for that. S
he reached down to feel his penis. It was hard. Pushing Robert over onto his back, she started to climb on top of him. She started to slide onto him. She had just gotten the head of his manhood in her when there was a knock on the door. What a bad time for housekeeping, she thought. She looked at Robert with a smile on his face. She will get rid of them, tell them to come back later, and return to mounting him. Quickly putting on her bathrobe, she went to the door and opened it.