“Fuck,” I say. “How did they pull this off?”
“There’s something else,” says Marty, handing me his phone.
There’s an article with a picture of me at the top.
The headline reads, “Douchebag Billionaire Voted Douchiest in…”
I stop reading and hand the phone back to him.
“So?” I say.
“So?” says Marty. “This is huge. It’s not just this site. You’re everywhere. They’ve got all this dirt on you from over the years. Remember that time that you…”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say. “I get the idea. You don’t need to give me the whole history.”
“And that time that you fucked that waitress right on the table in the corner of the restaurant, right before the dinner rush…”
I wave away his words with my hand. That’s all ancient history at this point.
“This is a coordinated attack,” he says. “This is something they’ve been planning. They got all the articles out on the same day… And they’re all up to date and accurate.”
“It’s slander,” I say. “Let’s sue them.”
“It’s not slander if it’s true, and they’ve done their homework… honestly, I’m impressed… an incredible PR team.”
“Why do you care so much about this?” I say. “It’s just your own reputation, right? But when have you cared about that?”
“Uh,” says Marty, pulling at his necktie uncomfortably. It’s damp from his sweat. “I may be having a personal financial crisis.”
“Dad cut you off?”
“Something like that. I don’t want to get into details.”
“All I care about is whether you can get me out of this,” I say. “Or I’m finding someone new who can handle it properly.”
“Come on, man, we’re old friends.”
I just stare at him. “I need you to seriously do your fucking job,” I say, coldly.
“No problem,” says Marty, eager to agree with me. “I’m already on it. I even made a visit to the office…”
“You actually have an office?”
“Of course,” says Marty, trying to play it cool. But he knows too damn well that he’s been bragging to me about spending all his time at the beach with models.
“I need to work on the coding side of things. You’re going to have to handle this bullshit PR stuff. I need you to clean up my image so that my new product can destroy Simmons’s.”
“But do you have a new product?”
“Don’t worry about that,” I say.
Lily
“Oh my God!” says Hailey in an exaggerated voice. “You fucked him?”
“Shhh!” I say, looking around nervously.
We’re in a crowded coffee shop near our apartment.
“Don’t worry,” says Hailey, waving her hand dismissively. “Everyone here’s on their laptops.”
It’s true. Supposedly, coffee shops used to be a place to socialize. But here, in the modern world, everyone’s just on their laptops, with their headphones on.
“I think I even saw a guy over there watching porn,” says Hailey.
“Eww,” I say, making a face.
“Don’t give me that,” says Hailey. “Now you’re one of us. You’re one of the initiated. And you can obsess about sex all the time like the rest of us.”
“It’s not like that…” I start to say, but Hailey cuts me off.
“Oh,” says Hailey, her face falling. “It wasn’t any good? His cock wasn’t… you know?”
I have to laugh at this. I may be inexperienced, but Ryan’s cock was completely massive.
“It was…”
Hailey’s face is too funny, waiting expectedly for me to say it… She’s hanging on my every word.
“It was amazing,” I finally conclude, getting some enjoyment out of her face.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I say, lowering my voice. “It was… really incredible… I had no idea it could feel that way.”
“You did everything?”
“I think so,” I say.
Her face lights up in surprise.
“Oh,” I say, realizing she thinks I’m talking about anal or something. “Maybe not… everything, if you know what I mean… But it was everything for me… I’m no longer a virgin.”
I know Hailey likes to talk about sex a lot, and I’ll sometimes hear her talking about it with her other friends. I know she’s going kind of easy on me, knowing that I might not feel comfortable discussing exactly everything about the experience.
“Well, cheers,” says Hailey, raising her coffee mug.
We clink our mugs together and grin at each other.
“So now you’ve just got to find a decent guy,” says Hailey. “I don’t see you as the type for a bunch of flings… Then again, it might do you some good… embracing that side of yourself… until you get a little more experienced, and then you can go after exactly what it is you like…”
“Well,” I say. “About that…”
“About what?”
“Finding another guy…”
“Oh no!” says Hailey, her eyes almost popping open in worry. “You’re not falling for him, are you? Really? The douchebag billionaire?”
“Oh,” I say. “No…” But inside, I’m wondering if I’m not. After all… Well…
“I can see it in your eyes,” says Hailey. “It’s already happened. I should have warned you about this.”
“About what?”
“About falling for the first guy you sleep with. You know, when you’re a virgin, it just seems so wonderful, but trust me, there are better guys out there than the douchebag billionaire. Didn’t you see all those articles about him?”
“You mean that first one that you showed me?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen the new ones then,” says Hailey.
She pulls out her phone, taps away for a moment, and then hands the phone to me.
“And that’s just one of like ten,” she says.
I start reading, just to appease her. But I have to admit, I have some curiosity of my own. What do I really know about Ryan, after all? Not a whole lot.
I feel my eyes growing wide as I read. “Oh my God!” I say, after half a page. “Did he really do that?”
The article starts off describing how Ryan Hudson didn’t show up for an important press conference once, so they all started. There were about a dozen high class business guys there, as well as a ton of reporters, seated. About halfway through, noises started coming from behind a curtain, where Ryan’s presentation for the press was supposedly set up, in waiting. There were grunts and squeals and moans, and less than thirty seconds later, Ryan and a naked woman fell through the curtain… and continued fucking.
“Yup,” says Hailey.
I get through two of the articles before I’ve had enough. They describe Ryan’s various sexual exploits, which include more than a few instances of him having sex in public places. And a host of other things.
“I can’t read any more,” I say, handing the phone back to Hailey.
“I don’t think he’s exactly boyfriend material,” says Hailey, apologetic now. “But don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice guy. Just let me work my magic.”
My own phone rings.
“Hey,” I say as I pick up. I’m conscious of the fact that my voice becomes somewhat girlish and flirty. It is Ryan Hudson, after all, the man who made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“Is it him?” mouths Hailey, motioning for me to hang up the phone.
“He’s my boss, remember?” I mouth back at her, but I’m not sure how good I am at mouthing, and I don’t know if she understands.
“We need to work on the algorithm today,” he says.
Oh shit!
I can’t believe I forgot that I still have a job to go to.
The trauma of the fire, and the huge event of losing my virginity to Ryan Hudson… it pushed everything out of my mind. Instead of heading into work, I agreed to m
eet Hailey for coffee.
“Are you at the office?” I say.
“Not yet,” he says. “I’ll meet you there, OK?”
“OK,” I say, not sure if I should tell him I’m not there.
My mind is going a thousand miles a minute as I imagine how I could beat Ryan to the new office. First of all, I don’t even know where it is yet. I’d have to use my phone to get there, and I’d have to take a taxi or an Uber. But Ryan has all those fast sports cars. There’s no way I could beat him there.
“You still there?” says Ryan.
“Actually,” I say. “This sounds really dumb, but I forgot to go to work…”
I have no idea how he’s going to react. I hold my breath. He still is my boss, after all.
“Whatever,” says Ryan. “Just meet me there.”
He hangs up and I put the phone down, confused. He didn’t mention last night, or talk to me any differently than before we had sex.
“You forgot to go to work?” says Hailey, starting to laugh.
“Hey,” I say. “A lot’s happened to me in the last 24 hours.”
“You’d better get going,” says Hailey. “Don’t want to keep the boss waiting.” She winks at me.
“It wasn’t like that,” I say. “Actually, he didn’t even mention last night…”
“… the douchebag billionaire,” says Hailey.
I grab my bag, which has my laptop in it, thankfully, and rush out the door after saying goodbye to Hailey.
I’m trying to hail a cab when I realize that I’m just dressed casually, not in my work clothes. I’m wearing a casual sort of spring dress with flower prints on it. The hemline is certainly higher than would be considered appropriate for an office, showing off a good bit of my thigh.
Oh well, they’re just going to have to deal with it.
Plus, I hope Ryan won’t mind. Maybe he’ll even think I look sexy.
I imagine him telling me I look hot today, and I imagine it sending a shiver down my spine as he looks me up and down, his eyes full of desire like last night.
I’d better not keep thinking about this, or I’m going to get the taxi seat soaking wet.
Ryan
“You’re finally here,” I say to Lily, who looks up at me with kissy eyes.
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t forget you still work for me,” I say coldly.
A few minutes later, we’re in the conference room, where Jerry and I have been waiting for her.
“OK,” I say, standing in front of Jerry and Lily, who are seated around the conference table with their laptops in front of them. “So we don’t need Johnny. We’ve had some set backs… the building burning down… but the Simmons algorithm is apparently already ready…”
“Basically we’re screwed,” says Jerry, in a rare display of negativity.
“Not necessarily,” I say. “As I always say, fuck them before they can fuck you. That’s gotten me far in this business.”
Why do we even need Jerry here? says a little voice in my head.
Trust me, though, we need him. An old hand like that—well, he might not come up with the newest or most innovative ideas, but he’s going to be perfect for things that Lily and I could easily miss.
Lily may be bright but she lacks the experience that Jerry has under that stretched belt of his.
Lily’s making eyes at me, but I ignore it.
I can’t let pleasure get in the way of business. That’s a rule that I haven’t always followed. But I’ve got to follow it now. I’ve got to fuck over Simmons before he can fuck over me and everything I’ve worked so hard to build.
“So, you found something yesterday, Lily?” I say.
I speak to her as if she’s just my regular employee, and she looks taken aback for a moment. She probably thinks that I’m doing it because Jerry is here, but that’s only a half truth. Even if I did just fuck her yesterday, taking that sweet virginity from her, she still is my employee. And she’s going to have to work hard for me, whether she wants to or not. She’s got to know that I’m the boss.
What I say goes.
“Uh…” says Lily. “Yeah, I was looking at the algorithm and I was thinking what I would do if I had been in Simmons’s shoes when he was writing the paper. There was basically only one path that he didn’t take, only one path that he didn’t describe.”
“You mean a reverse stack algorithm sorting subroutine?” says Jerry.
“So you actually did read the paper instead of just falling asleep,” I say.
He looks hurt, but he can take it.
Anyway, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to fuck over Simmons by whatever means necessary. I’m going to take my company back.
“Yeah,” says Lily. “And…”
“But it would never work,” says Jerry. “That’s an antiquated method… the efficiency is terrible… All the other types of subroutines would run circles around it.”
“That’s what I thought at first, too,” says Lily. “But then I started thinking that actually with the rest of the algorithm it would work really well… if you look at the way the rest of the thing is set up, an old piece of code might actually be more efficient.”
What she’s saying actually makes sense.
Maybe she’s smarter than I had initially thought.
She’s wearing a cute little flower dress that shows a good bit of her thighs.
I’m not looking so much at her dress, though.
She’s wearing a pushup bra that makes her tits stand up perfectly, and I can see a bit of the side of one through her dress.
That’s not something she should be wearing to work.
People might get distracted. People meaning me.
My cock is stiffening in my pants. I can’t take my eyes off her, and now I’m not even listening to what she was saying.
I know I’ve got my rule not to let pleasure interfere with business. But fuck is she hot. Her body is calling to me.
And what’s the point of being the boss if you can’t break your own rules?
I snap out of my little day dream and notice she and Jerry are both staring at me. Apparently she’s finished talking, and they’re both waiting for me to say something, to give the orders, as it were.
“All right,” I say. “Get to work on that, Jerry. I’m going to be, uh… working on something else. I want you to run some simulations. Use my code and plug in this other subroutine and see what happens. I don’t expect it to be perfect but the benchmark scores will hopefully be good enough to blow Simmons’s out of the water…”
“That’s going to take hours, possibly days,” says Jerry. “I’m going to need some help with that.”
“Don’t forget who you work for,” I say. “Just do it.”
“OK, boss,” says Jerry, looking upset and frustrated.
“Lily,” I say. “Come with me. I have an important assignment for you.”
“Don’t you want me to help Jerry with the algorithm?”
That would make the most sense. But fuck, I have needs.
“No,” I say. “Come with me.”
I say it like the order that it is.
“Leave your laptop here.”
I can’t take my eyes off her smooth thighs. They’re just so fucking perfect.
She’s awakened the beast in me.
My cock is almost fully hard.
Not that I give a shit if anyone sees it.
“What do you need help with?” says Lily, as I close the door hard behind her.
“I need you,” I say. “I need your body. Go into the closet there and wait for me.”
“The closet?” says Lily, surprised.
I nod sternly.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I say.
She gives me a hesitant look.
“Just do it,” I say. “You’re going to like it. Trust me.”
She demurely heads into the closet, closing the door softly behind her.
With my cock fully hard now, thre
atening to burst through my suit pants, I head back into the conference room.
Jerry looks up, waiting for me to give him more orders.
I just head to my laptop case, where I have a pack of condoms stashed.
I grab the entire box, and Jerry sees it, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Special project,” I say, before heading back out the door.
I open the closet door in the hallway, step inside, and pull the door closed behind us.
The lights are on, but they’re not bright. Just little lights that softly illuminate Lily in front of me.
She looks hesitant, or a little confused.
But now she knows what I’m here for.
I push my body against her, pushing my hard cock against her lower stomach.
“I can’t wait,” I growl at her. “I need you.”
“I thought today was all business,” she says.
I shake my head.
“This is part of business,” I say.
“Last night was incredible,” she says.
“I know,” I say. “And that’s not all. Let me show you some more.”
“There’s more?”
Her eyes are wide with anticipation and a little fear.
“Don’t you want me to eat you out?” I say. “Don’t you want me to lick that tight little wet pussy again?”
She nods her head shyly.
The closet is cramped and there’s not much room for the two of us in here. It’s already getting hot from our body heat.
There’s nothing else here in the closet with us, since it’s a completely new office building, probably recently vacated, given the price I’m paying for it.
Her back is against the wall opposite the door, and I push her gently.
She lets out a moan as I do so, and my hands aren’t even on her. I’m just pressing my body against her soft, innocent body. Her breasts press perfectly into me. I look down and can see that her nipples are pointed and rock hard.
I’m sure she’s lusciously wet.
I can’t wait to taste her.
I get down on my knees and shove my head under her skirt. She pulls it up for a moment, holding it.
Her panties, a pink pair of plain ones, are completely soaked. That’s to be expected, though. Who doesn’t soak their panties for me?
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