by Maggie Way
My hands went to her tits, hanging from her chest like bulbous fruit from a tree. I massaged her tits and brushed my fingers over her long nipples. She moaned into my mouth.
Her fingers made short work of my belt buckle. Quickly, my pants were down and my cock was out. It was so hard it hurt. It felt like the muscles of my cock were about to split the skin.
When Monique took my cock in her hand and got to her knees in front of me, I thought I would blow my load all over both of us.
I closed my eyes as Monique’s perfect lips went around the head of my cock. She once told me that she learned how to give head from a French model she did runway shows with. She also told me the model taught her how to eat pussy. That’s a talent I’ve yet to see her display. Someday, perhaps. Someday.
She held the base of my cock between her hands and swirled her tongue around the head. It blossomed and turned purple for her. She flicked her tongue under the head, along the slit, knowing that it would drive me fucking wild.
Her right hand started sliding up and down the shaft. She started bobbing her mouth up and down, covering my cock and her hand with spit. She pulled her lips back and pumped with her hand until all ten inches of my cock looked like it was primed and ready to blow. She gave me a smile. She had me. She knew it. Damn her.
She got to her feet and turned around and wiggled her big ass at me. I dug my fingers into her cheeks as she reached down and held my cock steady. She lowered her pussy onto my cock until it disappeared inside her. I put my hands on her hips and set the motion of rocking her up and down, up and down, slamming her perfect pussy onto my throbbing cock.
It didn’t take long. Within seconds, I felt my balls tighten and the cum flowing up the shaft and shooting into her hot box.
Monique was bouncing up and down on my cock like a twerking stripper, impaling me fully into her pussy with every down stroke.
She started to scream, but I put a hand over her mouth to stifle her. We came together in a great wave that sent shudders raging through both our bodies.
Monique collapsed back on me with my cock still inside her. I put my arms around her and my hands on her tits. She lay her head back on my shoulder. She put her lips to my ear and asked, “Better?”
Before I could reply, the intercom on the desk beeped and my secretary Robin’s voice came across. “Um, Mr. Shaw, you have an employee orientation in five minutes.”
“I have to go,” I said, running my tongue along her ear.
“Such a pity,” she said, wiggling her ass against my deflated cock. “I was just getting started.”
She reluctantly pushed herself off me and picked up her dress and carried it with her to the private bathroom attached to my office.
She closed and locked the door.
I heard the shower come on and knew that she was not going to come out anytime soon.
If I wanted to clean myself off, I’d have to do it elsewhere.
I was left sitting there with a cum-soaked cock and the feeling that I was losing control of my life.
I wasn’t in the mood to greet a bunch of new employees, but I had no choice.
I cleaned myself off with a wet cloth at the bar, stuffed myself back into my pants, and headed out the door.
Chapter Seven
Cameron
I fucking hated new employee orientations. Normally, Mitch handled this kind of crap, but he was still at my house in the Hamptons negotiating the purchase of some real estate there that I was interested in.
He thinks it’s important that someone from upper management show up to welcome new employees coming into the company once a month. He says it’s good for moral. I think he does it just so he can troll for new pussy. Mitch is a bit of a cock hound, if you know what I mean. His cock is always sniffing around for pussy like a hound dog on the scent of a fox.
I avoided the stare of my secretary as I breezed out of my office still putting myself back together. I knew that she knew what had just happened. More than once, I’d caught her with her ear to my door. And if I hadn’t slapped a hand over Monique’s mouth when she came, the entire fiftieth floor would have known what we were doing.
I checked my reflection in the mirrored elevator doors as I rode down to HR on the tenth floor. This was my private elevator. It was small, but had no security cameras and was accessible by only me. I’d fucked Monique and a dozen other women in here. The mirrored walls made it quite interesting until they fogged over from our hot breath.
I glanced at my watch. With any luck, this wouldn’t take more than a few minutes and I could get back to work. Hopefully by the time I got back to my office, Monique would be gone.
“I’d like to welcome you all to Shaw Investments,” the woman from HR was saying as I quietly slipped into the back of the room. I acknowledged her with a nod and she gave me a nervous smile, like a rabbit that had just spotted a wolf across the field.
Good, that’s what my presence was supposed to do.
Most of my employees looked like frightened rabbits when I came into the room. It was commonly known that I ran a tight ship. The work place was no place for horseplay or bullshit. I’m paying people good money to do their jobs, not hang out at the water cooler and make friends.
The HR woman was going on and on about our wonderful 401k program (you’re welcome) and benefits package. I leaned back against the wall and counted twenty new hires in the group. Shaw was growing like wildfire, and once I merged with Sebastian Ell’s company, we’d be one of the biggest investment companies on Wall Street. And I would be at the helm as CEO after Sebastian retired, which he promised to do on the one year anniversary of my marriage to his daughter. My lawyers would hold the old bastard to it.
I wasn’t giving up my freedom because Monique was the best fuck in Manhattan. I could get pussy anytime I wanted it. Hell, I could screw every girl in the room right now, but that’s not what cranked my tractor, as they say. I was all about the business of making money and building an empire.
A homeless guy could find a woman to fuck him, but it took a giant to build the legacy I had planned.
The new employees were sitting in rows of chairs with their eyes fixed on the PowerPoint that outlined the bonus system we had in place for Junior Analysts.
We paid them shit to start, just eighty-five-grand or so, which was barely poverty wages in New York City. But if they worked their asses off eighty hours a week and gave every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears their body could muster for a few years, they just might end up rich.
To a twenty-five year with an MBA and a shit load of school debt, that was music to their ears.
I glanced at my watch again and shot the HR rep a hard look. If she didn’t wrap this shit up soon, she’d be looking for a job by the end of the day.
I was about to interrupt her when my eye caught a red head sitting in the back row looking over her shoulder at me. For a second, I nearly came unglued and almost screamed at her to pay fucking attention, but then something odd happened. She smiled at me. It wasn’t a frightened smile or a flirty smile. It was just a nice, easy smile. I was a little taken aback by the effect it had on me. It made me feel… good. Nobody smiled at me like that. At least nobody had for a very long time.
“Now, I’d like to introduce you to the man who makes all this possible,” the HR rep was saying. I heard her words, but my attention was transfixed on the smiling girl, who had already looked away.
“Please give a warm round of applause to the founder and CEO of Shaw Investments, Limited. Mr. Cameron Shaw!”
The HR lady clapped like her hands were on fire and held out her arms to beckon me like we were old friends. I stood there mesmerized for a moment, then realized that everyone had gotten to their feet and were staring at me, clapping their hands. I pushed myself off the wall, mustered my best modest smile, and walked to the front of the room.
“Thank you…” shit, what was her name…
“Betty,” she said quietly. Her face sagged, as if she’d just sp
un the wheel of fortune and hit a zero.
“Yes, of course, thank you, Betty,” I said. She went to sit in a chair on the back row and I turned to the group and held out my hands to welcome them.
My eyes drifted across their smiling faces and came to rest on the girl who had smiled at me. She was smiling at me again with a sparkle in her eye. There was a look of great expectation on her pretty face, as if she was watching a magician about to pull a rabbit out of his hat.
I didn’t have a rabbit in my hat, but I had something else I’d certainly love to show her in my pants.
Something that would be very glad to see her, indeed.
Chapter Eight
Alex
I caught a glimpse of him over my shoulder, the man in the tailored suit who had slipped quietly into the meeting. He was gorgeous; tall and fit, with black hair that he wore slicked back from his handsome face. There were wisps of grey stemming from his temples. His skin was tanned, as if he’d just spent time in the sun. He had crystal blue eyes and when he caught me smiling at him, he smiled back. His teeth were white and perfect. When our eyes met, I felt a little twinge between my legs.
I wondered who he was, then the HR lady told us to welcome Shaw Investments founder and CEO, Cameron Shaw. I looked back over my shoulder to see the man I’d been making eyes at moving to the front of the room. Holy shit. I had been making eyes at Cameron Shaw. Crap, what was I thinking?
Cameron Shaw stood at the front of the room with his hands clasped in front of him and a welcoming smile on his face. The girl sitting next to me bumped my knee with hers and gave me an “oh my God” face. I gave her a nod and glued my eyes on the hot, sexy man who would be signing my paychecks, hopefully for many years to come.
“First of all, I’d like to welcome you all to Shaw Investments,” he said, holding out his hands and letting his eyes go around the room. I didn’t know what I would do if he looked at me. Shit. He’s looking at me. Shit. Make him stop. Shit.
He smiled at me and I felt my body relax, as if he’d wrapped me in a warm blanket that let me know it was okay. I licked my lips as our eyes met. I didn’t mean to. I know what signal that sends to a guy, but I couldn’t help it. Damn it, my mouth was dry.
I realized that I was breathing through my mouth like a dog panting for water. After a moment, he let his eyes trail away from mine and I felt my entire body give a huge sigh. I squirmed in the chair, realizing that the crotch of my cotton panties was soaked.
He was talking. His voice was deep, like a speaker with the bass turned up. I found myself wondering what it would be like to hear his voice whisper my name in my ear. Shit. Stop it, Alex! You’re not in college and he’s not a professor to fantasize about. He’s freakin’ Cameron Shaw, the billionaire, your boss!
Focus, dammit, focus…
“We hire only the best of the best here at Shaw,” he said, his handsome face turning serious. “I look forward to meeting all of you and learning more about you.”
I wondered how old he was. I wondered if he liked younger women. I wondered if he was married.
“Miss?”
The girl next to me bumped my knee again. I blinked myself out of the daydream and frowned at her. She had a look of panic on her face. She nodded toward the front of the room. I turned to see Cameron Shaw, and everyone else in the room, staring at me.
“Um, I’m sorry?” I muttered.
He smiled. “I asked your name.”
“Oh, um, Alex,” I managed to say. I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone bone dry. I tried to think, but my mind was still writhing in the gutter.
He smiled again. “Do you have a last name, Alex?”
The room gave a nervous chuckle. I glanced down at the HR lady sitting at the other end of the row. She was glaring at me in disbelief. She’d probably never had an employee get fired so fast.
“I’m sorry,” I finally managed to say. I got to my feet and cleared my throat. I wasn’t going to be fired on my first day because my brain couldn’t keep itself out of the gutter.
In a strong voice, I said, “My name is Alexandra Hart. I have an MBA from Wharton just like you.” I didn’t realize how stupid it sounded until after I said it. My confidence crumbled and I felt my knees starting to shake. I lowered myself back into the chair and for a moment, thought about crawling under it. Maybe going back home to Idaho wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Well, welcome Alexandra Hart,” he said, his smile fading, as if he was more annoyed than amused by my ridiculous display. Either way, the look on the HR lady’s face told me my Wharton degree wasn’t going to save me now.
I had no idea what he said next. I think it was something about working hard and being rewarded for it. I just sat with my head down and clapped when everyone else did. When I looked up, the older man of my dreams was already gone.
Chapter Nine
Cameron
I crooked a finger at what’s her name from HR and she followed me into the hallway. She had the look of a prisoner about to face a firing squad. She stuttered at me. “Mr. Shaw, I am so sorry. I have no idea what she was thinking.”
“It’s fine,” I said, holding up my hands to placate her. “She was just nervous, I’m sure. Not a big deal.”
She blinked at me. “Really?”
“Really,” I said with a nod. “In fact, I’d like to see her file if you have it with you.”
She blinked at me again. Christ, this woman blinked a lot. “Her file?”
“Yes, her personnel file,” I said. “Do you have it with you?”
“Um, no, it’s in my office,” she said with a frown. “I can have it sent to your office if you like.”
“That would be great,” I said. “I’d like to see everything you have on her. School records, resume, the works.”
She blinked again. Jesus, did this woman need glasses? She asked, “May I ask why?”
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Miss… whatever, do you like working here?”
She didn’t blink at that one. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Yes, Mr. Shaw.”
“Get Alexandra Hart’s file to my office,” I said. “Now.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw. Right away.”
I watched her wobble away on shaky legs, as if she’d just gotten off a harrowing ride and was now looking for a place to puke.
I smiled all the back to the fiftieth floor.
God, it was good to be me.
Chapter Ten
Alex
I left the employee orientation in a daze. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I was daydreaming about how freakin’ dreamy Cameron Shaw was instead of paying attention to the man himself trying to talk to me.
I knew I had screwed the pooch when the HR lady called my name. I was at the back of the group of new employees, headed to our next point of orientation. I turned to see her heading my way with her face twisted into a scowl.
“Miss Hart,” she said, teeth gnashing like a mad dog chewing on a bone. “What were you thinking? Do you have any idea how irate Mr. Shaw is right now? And it’s your fault! I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t order me to fire you!”
I winced at her hot breath in my face. “I’m really sorry, Miss, um, Betty, was it?” I tried to smile, but my face would not cooperate. “I’m not sure what happened. I mean, I just had a total brain fart and …”
“Do you think this is funny?” she asked. She put her hands on her plump hips and shook a stubby finger at me. “Mr. Shaw wants me to send your personnel file to his office. Do you know what that means?”
I didn’t know what it meant, but I had a pretty good idea. It didn’t matter because she looked like she was busting at the seams to tell me what it meant. She said, “It means that you shouldn’t get too comfortable being here.”
“Oh.” It was a stupid response, but it was all I could come up with. Oh. As in, oh, I’ve invested two-hundred-grand in a Wharton MBA that I can’t use at Shaw because I acted like a silly schoolgirl when Cameron Shaw s
poke to me. Or, oh, what the fuck have I done?
She glared at me with a smirk on her face. I’m not sure why she was enjoying this so much, but I didn’t dare ask. She said, “I have to get back to work. You catch up with the rest of the orientation group. I will let you know when Mr. Shaw makes his decision.”
“His decision?”
She gave me the look I give the kid at the ice cream shop when he asks if I want one scoop or two. What a stupid question to ask. Two, of course.
She lifted her chin and looked down her nose at me, “Yes, I’m sure that once he reviews your personnel file he’ll decide whether you should remain at Shaw. You’d better pray that your Wharton MBA impresses him more than you did in person. Now, I have to get to work. Thank you for ruining what had begun as a very nice day.”
She huffed at me once more for good measure, then turned to walk away, leaving me standing there with my severed head in my hands (you know, after she bit it off and spat it out I couldn’t just leave it lying on the floor). I fought back the urge to cry and went off to find Vee. We hadn’t known each other long, but at that moment I desperately needed to see a friendly face.
Chapter Eleven
Cameron
The woman from HR personally delivered Alexandra Hart’s personnel file to my office. My secretary, Robin, took the file and delivered it to me with a questioning look on her face.
“HR just dropped this off,” Robin said as she walked into my office with the file in her hand. She read the name on the folder label. “Alexandra Hart?”
“That’s her name,” I said, taking the file and slipping it into a desk drawer. “A recent Wharton grad. What’s her name from HR suggested I look at her for the Hamptons project.”