by Luke Young
Gary scoffed. “This is the best bachelor party ever.”
Brian swallowed hard as he watched the passion unfold from his front-row seat.
Jim said, “I wonder what the girls are up to?”
All of the men glared at him in utter disbelief for a moment before returning to the action unfolding before them. He slumped down in his seat, embarrassed by their response to his query.
At the male review, all eyes were on Jillian as Antonio moved his stiff manhood to within six inches of her face. Focusing on the bulbous head, her eyes bugged out a bit.
She asked, “Do you feel faint or anything? Do you need to sit down?”
Shaking his head with a grin, he waved his prize in front of her. “Last chance.”
Jillian rolled her eyes, shrugged then began to slip on the gloves. The women cheered her on, quietly encouraging her. Once the gloves were on securely, she frowned slightly as she hesitantly moved her hands toward Antonio’s monster.
Grinning broadly, he stared down at her. With her eyes wide, she took a good look at it while her gloved hands slowly closed in. All eyes watched as her fingers were less than an inch from him. Suddenly stopping, she grimaced then pulled her hands back shaking her head.
She tore her eyes from his manhood and looked up at his face. “Impressive and tempting, really but I just can’t. There’s only one for me now and it’s a couple hundred miles away.”
All the women, even Victoria, gave her a sympathetic and jealous smile as Jillian shyly looked away from the show. The smiles faded when Antonio turned and headed to the center of the room. With all attention, except Jillian’s, returning to his groin, he waggled his eyebrows with a broad smile to the group, sauntered into the bedroom and closed the door.
Jillian fanned her hand in front of her flushed face. “All of a sudden I feel inspired to write a chapter.”
Victoria said, “Yeah—a long, thick chapter.”
The women broke into laughter.
Back at the bachelor party, the girls were now sitting up on the chaise making out. After a few moments, the redhead slowly moved away and reached under the chaise. She pulled out a head harness complete with a large black dildo attached over the mouth area.
Jim instantly recognized it and said, “My parents have one of those.”
All of the men in the group turned their shocked expressions to him for a moment. Even the girls delivered him confused looks.
He shrugged. “They really do.”
With the attention returning to the young women, the redhead carried the harness to Brian. She handed it to him, and he looked at it with curiosity.
“Put this on,” she commanded.
Brian’s face turned pale, and he looked more than a little horrified. “Oh, I shouldn’t—my sinuses are clogged… it’s this humid air.”
“Oh do it, Brian.” Carl frowned. “If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Brian looked with dismay at the group of men who were obviously eager for him to strap on the harness. Only Rob, who appeared to be torn, and Jim, who appeared to be reliving his horrific experience with Jillian in the closet involving his parents and a similar harness, weren’t trying to egg him on.
After taking in Brian’s panicked expression, the harness and the naked woman, Rob grew immediately concerned. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to have the image of his mother’s future husband wearing that harness and doing what he assumed would follow, or maybe he just wanted to do it himself. Either way, he’d take the bullet for his friend.
“I’ve got this.” Rob stood and Brian looked at him gratefully.
“All right.” Carl smiled proudly at his young protégé. “We have a man here.”
After finishing off his beer, Rob handed the bottle to Carl then walked to the redhead. He placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder, leaned in and whispered, “You owe me one. Although, this might be fun.”
The redhead handed him the harness, and he struggled to put it on his head. She spun him around and secured the straps. He looked ridiculous with his nose sticking out just above the long, thick, black dildo, but he was drunk and up for just about anything.
The redhead led Rob to the chaise and guided him to lie down so that his head was closest to the crowd of horny guys. The blonde crawled over his face, held the black dildo as she placed it at her entrance and proceeded to slide down. She pumped slowly up and down for a few minutes as the crowd watched, completely captivated. Crying out in ecstasy, the rider neared climax. With everyone watching unblinkingly, the blonde brought herself to a huge orgasm. After she disengaged, the redhead took her place and did the same, taking just over five minutes to climax. All the men looked on, dry-mouthed and gasping for breath.
When the girls were finished using Rob, they helped him remove the harness. With his eyes glazed over, he rushed to the bar and grabbed a drink. After the girls left, the guys all took beers outside and watched as twelve other gorgeous women hung out around the pool and bar area wearing their sexy bikinis.
As one particularly hot young woman in a tiny white thong walked past them, they all stared at her.
One of Brian’s friends said in a dreamy tone, “They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth, but, uh, I think this really is.”
“You can never move from here.” Turning to Rob, Brian swayed back and forth a little. “Promise me.”
“Yeah…” Rob muttered, still a little shell-shocked.
Another guy asked incredulously, “So you guys actually leave here to go to work each day—how?”
“Um, yeah it’s not easy,” Rob replied with a weak smile not wanting to destroy the fantasy for the group as Gary had recently destroyed it for him.
15
Brian returned to Miami on Sunday. Both he and Jillian described their respective parties simply as ‘fine,’ giving no other details.
At work the next day, Brian was in his office when a call came in from the division vice president, Tom Myers.
“This is Brian.”
“Brian, Tom Myers here. Can we go over the figures on the quarterly report?”
“Just give me a second to pull it up. You mind if I put you on speaker?”
“No, that’s fine.”
After hitting the speaker button, Brian cradled the handset. As he struggled to find the directory on his computer, his boss, Richard Brown rushed into his office. He closed the door. “Hey look—”
Brian quickly interrupted him. “I’m in the middle of something with Tom, can I—?”
“Myers?” Richard asked with a frown.
“Yes.”
“Fuck Tom. I need to talk to you now.”
Brian’s eyes widened and he glanced at his phone to see the green light was on, indicating that he was still connected.
“But Tom’s on—”
“Tom’s on his way out of here. I’ll be the one sitting in that office soon,” Richard shot back.
Brian slowly moved a document so it was covering the green light on the phone. He leaned back in his chair, struggling to hide a slightly evil grin.
Tom Myers’s jaw was wide open as he sat listening to the speakerphone in his office. He hit the mute button, rushed over and closed his door. Returning to his desk, he wore a big smile. Obviously, he wasn’t a big fan of that prick Richard. He was looking forward to what might spill out of his fat mouth next.
Back in Brian’s office, Brian asked, “So what do you need?”
Richard sat back in a chair. “Look, Brian, I like you. I think you have a future here.”
“Okay.”
“There was a problem with those loans you reviewed for me a couple months back. You didn’t find any discrepancies and after the regulators reviewed them—”
“I did find a bunch of issues. I detailed them all in the report I submitted to you.”
“I didn’t get any report.”
Brian sighed. “I printed it out. It was on the stack when I placed it in your office and I
sent you a second copy by e-mail.”
“Whatever.” Richard waved his hand at him dismissively. “There was no report when the files went to the regulators. Now we’re officially under investigation by the government for not reporting the—”
“I sent you the damn report,” Brian interrupted.
Richard stood and glared at him. “Look, you little shit. It’s your word against mine. You back me up on this, and there will be good things ahead for you. Especially when I’m sitting in Tom’s big office. You fuck me on this, and I’ll bury you here.”
With his heart pumping wildly, and his anger boiling over, Brian glared at Richard. “I quit.”
After looking shocked, Richard smiled. “Actually, that’s probably best. I didn’t think it was working out anyway.”
Tom’s voice blasted out of the speakerphone. “Richard, I need to see you in my office. Now!”
After glancing around the room, confused, Richard caught sight of the phone. Brian grinned as he slid the page away that had covered the green light.
“Richard?”
Richard took a deep breath as his face turned pale white. “Tom, we were just—”
“Save it, Brown. Come to my office now.”
The phone went dead. Richard stood there, speechless.
Brian said tentatively, “I guess you’ll be sitting in Tom’s office a little sooner than you originally thought.”
Glaring at him, Richard ripped open the door then took off.
Brian stood and paced around the room with a sick feeling in his stomach, his hands clammy and his blood pressure sky high. He hated that asshole, but he also hated being stuck in this office. He couldn’t stand the job. Taking a deep breath, he felt a wave of relief pass over him. He just quit. He actually did it. Sighing, he slumped back in his chair and gazed out the window.
Ten minutes later Brian was packing his things in a small box when Tom Myers walked through the door.
“What are you doing?” Tom asked.
“I already quit. Richard is a complete—”
“Fucking asshole. I know. He’s gone. Security ushered him out a few minutes ago.”
“Okay, but I…”
“What?”
“I’m not sure if this place is for me, you know?”
Tom took a seat and looked at him sincerely as he said, “You didn’t really quit. I mean, you told some guy who was about to be fired that you quit, so we won’t hold you to that.”
Brian moved to his chair. “I just don’t think I want to do this anymore.”
Tom scoffed. “You’ve been doing it what—four months?”
“Yeah.”
“We like what we’ve seen from you so far. If you had a little more experience, I could see putting you into the just recently vacated director’s position, but I can’t justify it yet.”
“I understand.”
“Look, I need to fill that job. I can bring in someone from another division, temporarily. When you’ve been here a year or so, if your stellar work continues, I’ll definitely promote you. I give you my word.”
“That’s a great offer.” Brian paused, thinking. “I appreciate it, but I think I’m going to leave. I’m getting married Saturday and I just don’t see myself doing this ten years from now. I’ve got to find something else to do—something I’m passionate about. I can’t just stare at these documents and numbers all day without wanting to kill myself.”
Discovering Tom suddenly wearing a sad expression, Brian gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, I meant no offense. I mean, it’s great—”
“Oh, no, that’s okay.” Sighing, Tom looked as if he was almost on the verge of tears. “Please take me with you.”
Brian chuckled and Tom pulled himself together a bit. “Just kidding.”
As Tom’s face morphed back into sadness, Brian knew he wasn’t kidding and was even more confident of his decision.
Thirty minutes later, Brian arrived at home. He knew Jillian wanted him to quit, but for some reason he was still a little worried about what she might think. He assumed that she’d probably wanted him to find something else to do before he left this job. After looking for her unsuccessfully upstairs, he searched the rest of the house. He finally discovered her in the workout room, stretching with her leg on the ballet bar. Wearing nothing but a tiny leotard, she looked amazing.
“What are you doing home?” she asked, obviously surprised to see him home so early.
He moved to sit on the weight bench. “Um, you know how you wanted me to quit my job?”
She pulled her foot off the bar. “Yeah.” Her face wore a bright, hopeful expression.
Nodding, he flashed an insecure smile.
She smiled widely as she rushed to him and knelt to look him in the eye. “What happened?”
“Richard was blaming me for some problem that was totally his fault. I had the VP on the speakerphone and Richard didn’t realize. It’s a long story, but I quit. The VP fired Richard and wanted me to stay, but I just—”
After interrupting him with a long kiss, she pulled back and gave him a sincere look. “You know I love you and will support you in whatever you want to do.”
He frowned. “I guess I didn’t actually give it a chance. But I feel like if I don’t leave now, ten years might go by and I’d still be there and still be just as miserable.”
“Take some time and figure out what you want to do. You don’t need to rush into anything.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to have you pay my bills.”
“What bills do you have?”
“The car and my school loans. Also, I had my eye on this little gift I wanted to get for you and now—”
“I don’t need any gifts from you—other than you, that is.”
He smiled at her, unconvinced. “I’ve got to figure out how to keep myself busy. I won’t be some lazy slob sponging off you like your ex-husband.”
Moving away from him, she said suggestively, “You’re nothing like George.”
She pulled the straps of the leotard off her shoulders and slipped them down to uncover her breasts. His heart pumped faster as he stared at her, mesmerized.
She smiled. “I think I can figure out how to keep you busy.”
After slipping the leotard off completely, she moved until she was just under a strap that hung from the ceiling. She slowly lifted her leg until it was in the leg thing position and widened her eyes at him.
“Seriously?” he asked blown away.
“Why don’t you come over and slip it in.”
“But I thought you couldn’t hold this position for very long.”
“I’ve been practicing,” she said proudly with a suggestive glint in her eye.
Rushing to his feet, he struggled with the buttons on his shirt. After stripping it off, he unbuckled and pulled down his pants. Wearing nothing except black dress socks, he looked a bit odd as he stood before her breathing heavily. He was more than ready to go.
Her eyes locked in on his excitement. “Something tells me I won’t need to hold this position very long.”
Jillian was right. Less than three minutes later, it was over. Somehow, they pulled it off with her doing the leg thing and the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d anticipated.
As she rubbed her hand over her cramping thigh muscle, she said, “Hey, if you’re not going to be working, I insist that you give me more orgasms.”
They shared a smile. Moving to him, she kissed him deeply.
He pulled his lips away from her. “Would you like me to start now?”
She nodded with a sexy smile. He scooped her up into his arms and rushed out of the room.
At the same moment Jillian was climaxing, over a thousand miles away, Natalie was on her knees in Josh’s office rubbing her hand over her attorney’s suit pants directly over his bulging groin. That morning after filing the necessary papers with the court, he called her with the news. She rushed over as soon as she could.
As she massaged his growing
penis, she smiled. “So when do you think she’ll get the news?”
“I have a process server scheduled for both her and her publisher for tomorrow, late morning.” He gave her a cocky grin. “Let’s just say that a couple lunches will be spoiled tomorrow.”
With her eyes locked onto his, she slowly unzipped his fly. His mouth opened wide as she reached inside and extracted him from his underwear.
He watched closely as she gave him a blowjob that was unmatched by any he’d ever received before. She never pulled away, not once and even after he finished, she kept going.
When she was finally done with him, she wiped her mouth, stood and grinned. “When you settle this, you can touch me. In fact, you can do whatever you want to me.” She leaned in an inch from his face and repeated in a whisper, “Whatever you want.”
He stared at her, panting and struggling to speak. After a moment, he simply said with his voice cracking, “Okay.”
At just after 6:00 p.m. in Orlando, Rob sat by the pool casually taking in the sights of the half-dozen spectacular looking, emotionally unavailable, working girls as they made occasional casual conversation with him. Working on his fourth beer, he was starting to feel the effects. Carl strolled up in his swimsuit and flopped down groggily next to him. He seemed drunk, high or maybe both.
“Hey, Mr. Rodg—I mean Carl.”
Carl smiled. “Blow that bonus yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Hey that girl I told you about is coming out tonight.” Carl eyed Rob’s body a little creepily. “Yeah… I think, uh…”
“What?”
Carl closed his eyes as Rob glanced at him, confused.
Rob asked, “Carl?”
Shaking his head as if to rouse himself, Carl opened his eyes. “What?”
“Some girl, you were saying she’s coming over.”
“Oh, yeah.” Carl ran his hand over his sleepy face. “She’s coming over and depending on what kind of mood she’s in, do you feel like getting together?”