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Pulling into the hard shoulder, Jim slapped his pockets in frustration. He could hear the damn phone ringing but couldn’t find it. He shoved his high visibility vest off the dashboard knocking the phone to the floor and causing him to miss the call. He looked at the caller ID. Hank. So this was it. He knew that the Corbin’s Bend work would be finished next week and the men had already been told whether they were being laid off or reassigned to another job. It was his turn for the high jump. It was a pity, as he had really enjoyed working with Hank. But Hank had more than repaid his debt and Jim knew he’d find it much easier to find work as this time he’d be going with an excellent reference as opposed to a bunch of testimonials from a different country. Whatever happened, he’d be grateful to him, he’d given Jim the start when nobody else would.
Hitting the redial, he went straight through to Hank.
“Ah, Jim. Thanks for returning my call. I was afraid I’d missed you. Is there any chance you could come into Denver? There’s something I need to discuss with you”
“I’m halfway there as it happens. We needed some supplies. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Jim was pretty philosophical about the outcome. He’d had a good start and he understood that things might be a bit difficult for Hank. Carla and he had been working together well again since Christmas, while Jim was pretty sure that Hank had been aware of difficulties, but probably not of the true reasons behind it. He ran up the stairs to Hank’s office two by two. Might as well get it over with.
“Come in, come in,” Hank called almost impatiently as he approached the open door. He was standing over his conference table with four sets of blue prints in front of him. “I have a dilemma. Come and look. Four jobs, scheduled to start at the one time.”
“That’s not a bad complaint,” Jim said.
“It is if it’s too much and you have to select the ones to go for. What would you do?”
“As many as I could without compromising quality. Jeez, you’re not kidding are you? They’re all big projects.” He was looking at blueprints for a shopping mall, two housing developments and a retirement village.
“It’s possible to take on two the way things stand, if you’ll stay on or…”
“Of course I’ll stay on, that would be brilliant, or what?”
“Or there are two other options, one is you buy in as a partner here, and we could do three, maybe four, depending on what capital you have to invest. The other option is you set up alone, and I recommend you for one of the projects. Partnerships don’t suit everyone, I know, but I’ll be retiring soon enough, so that would be my personal preference.”
“Shit, are you sure you want to do that? I’m really flattered, but you built this business up and I’d be the beneficiary.”
“It makes sense, and you’ll be paying for the privilege. Your percentage share would depend on how much you put in, and I’d write it into the agreement that I get to take a percentage even after I retire so we would both be winners. I’ve spoken to Betty, my lawyer, and my accountant, it seems to make sense. Have a think about it over the weekend, and talk to that lovely wife of yours.”
“How much are we talking about?”
“One hundred and fifty thousand per ten percent stake is what my accountant is valuing it at, but you’re welcome to have someone check those figures. The most I’ll sell is forty percent as I want to keep ultimate control for now and the minimum is ten per cent. The rest is up to you.”
“I really appreciate it, Hank. Thank you for trusting me once again.”
“Without you, I wouldn’t have a daughter. I think you’ve a right to my trust. And speaking of which, if it helps, Carla told me she behaved foolishly and I think you and Ange behaved very honorably. Carla is totally on-board if you become a partner and won’t embarrass you again. It was a misplaced gratitude and she is embarrassed by her actions.”
“There is no need for embarrassment. She had a horrible shock. Ange and I have both been there. That’s why we moved here in the first place. As far as we’re concerned, it never happened.”
As soon as Jim came through the door Ange was on him like a ton of bricks. He was always bad about hiding things from her but her speed of discovery impressed even him this time.
“You’ve news, I can tell,” she pounced. He could feel his grin.
“Yup, sure do, but it’s got to wait until the kids go to bed.”
“I do, too. Is yours big?”
“It certainly is, yours?”
“Yes!”
“This big?” Jim asked as he produced a bottle of champagne.
“Funnily enough, it is that big, I’m glad yours is, too. Dinner in five. Kids are already fed and exhausted as I ran them around the playground all afternoon and brought them swimming to guarantee an early night.”
“Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Mrs. O’Brien?”
“I’m not certain. Maybe you should tell me just to make sure.”
“Ange O’Brien, I love you, you’re the light of my life and the woman of my heart, and now I can’t wait to get your panties off.” Jim grabbed his amused wife, slipping one hand up her top and another down the back of her trousers. She slapped him off, laughing.
“Feck off, you big eejit, you’re not getting into my panties until we’ve sank that bottle and shared our news. And I love you too.”
It felt like an age to Jim before the kids were settled. He was bursting with his news. So many times he was about to blab it, but managed to restrain himself. He knew that he wouldn’t get the opportunity to tell the story through, and be able to answer questions when the children were demanding his attention. He could see Ange was excited about something, too, and he was dying to know what it was. Finally they were asleep and Ange was sitting on the sofa beside him, leaning in against him with her feet tucked under her bum. He handed her a glass, and had a flashback of both of them sitting pretty much like that the night they had arrived, only then they’d had to make do with wine in mugs.
“Slainte,” they toasted in unison, clinking glasses.
“So what’s this all about? The Jim O’Brien I know doesn’t go buying champagne for no reason. You have that look about you. Like you’re buzzing.”
“Jaysus, I can’t hide anything from you. But you’re right. Hank wants me to buy into the business.”
“And from your excitement, I can see you want to. Congratulations, love. I’m really proud of you. Hank’s no fool. He can see a good deal when it’s presented to him. To think you were worried he was going to let you go.”
“I don’t know about that, but it’s nice to be asked. Tell me your news now and then we’ll discuss Hank’s offer.”
“Well, we certainly have our options open! Yours gives us a future here, mine gives us a future in Ireland and then we can choose what we want, not what we feel forced into.” Ange lifted the letter from a bundle of paperwork and handed it to him to read.
“Holy shit, you’re kidding! That’s brilliant. So now we have to decide, Ireland or Corbin’s Bend.”
“I’ll go to Timbuktu if you ask me to, as long as you’re with me. I know you wanted to go home for a long time so I’m going to let you make the first call. I brought you here so it’s your turn.”
“Could you go back to teaching if we stayed here? Is there any way your qualifications would transfer?”
“I don’t know. I never looked into it. But to tell the truth if we stay here, I don’t think I would want to teach again. I’ve another idea that I need to talk to you about if we stay.”
“I think I’d like to stay, if you would. For a ton of reasons, but largely because we haven’t been this happy in years, or I should say, I haven’t – I can’t speak for you.”
“No, you’re right, we haven’t. Even the kids are thriving. Look at Jack. He’s healthy as a trout here. No bronchitis and he has grown a sight.”
“We said we’d review it at the end of the first year. I don’t want to push you into an early deci
sion, but I don’t think Hank will wait another five or six months.”
“I want to stay, have for a while, but I was worried you wanted to go home. Happy?”
“Nearly! One other thing, something else that’s due for review: D.D. We can drop it if you want. You kept your end of the bargain for long enough.”
“Oh, feck! I don’t know if I do want to drop it. Once we tweaked your stupid rules I kind of got used to it.”
“Oi, watch it! It’s only up for discussion. You’re not out of the woods yet,” Jim said, putting on his most serious face.
“You don’t scare me, tiger,” Ange said, tickling him. That signaled the end of the discussion for the night. Jim took her empty glass and set it on the table beside his.
“So, you’re not scared? Are you sure?” He dragged a squealing Ange across his lap and spanked her several times over the seat of her pants.
“You’re nothing but a great big pussy cat,” she challenged. Jim could feel a rush of blood to his head and to his cock. Spanking her always made him hard as hell, but when she goaded him like that it was an extra high. He felt an adrenalin rush as the urge to dominate obliterated all other thoughts. Through sheer determination he managed to get her jeans down around her knees without opening the button or zipper, even as she fought against him.
“Is that the best you can do?” she taunted as he tried to get her panties down while she held them tight with both hands. He swatted her behind again and again until she moved her hands to protect her bottom.
“Hah, gotcha,” he said triumphantly as his swift movements had them down before she could stop him. He continued spanking, watching her round orbs change color from a light pink to scarlet red. Although she kicked and fussed, it was obviously bringing her pleasure as she shifted her position to ensure their contact was full on. After about five minutes of continuous slaps, he paused to really admire his handiwork. Ange made no attempt to free herself.
“More?” he asked.
“Break for a minute please, but then yes, more.”
“Okay, my naughty little slut, what the lady wants, the lady gets. What do you say I pay a little visit in here tonight?” Jim had started to circle his thumb around her anus. Ange arched her hips to meet his touch and yet, involuntarily, her cheeks clenched, trying to block his access. He spanked her twice more on each cheek. “Ah-ah-ah, open up for me, bad girl.” He was rewarded by a low groan as Ange slackened her muscles.
“Sorry, it always makes me nervous.”
“And wet,” he tutted as he checked out her pussy. He inserted two fingers into her dripping orifice and gathered her own slick juices before returning to that naughty tight little hole that that never failed to fascinate him. He could smell the scent of her arousal and it sent demanding messages to his brain, urges that needed to be fulfilled. He inserted his moistened index finger, just a little. Enough to make her squirm.
“This delightful little hole is mine tonight, but if you’re lucky, and I mean really lucky, I might just fuck your fanny until you come first. Only if you’re really nice to me. And you’ll have to be extra nice if you want me to go upstairs for the lube.” He heard her breath quicken and felt her body tense. He knew she loved it.
“How nice?” she asked softly.
“Blow job nice, if you give good enough head, you get lube.”
Within seconds, Ange had removed her restrictive jeans and was down on her knees at his feet. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils totally dilated. She was at her most biddable, hence her heightened state of arousal. He raised his hips to help her undo his trousers and release his shaft, so engorged that Ange fumbled as she tried to release it from his boxers. First, she very gently touched the tip with her fingers, smearing the precum that had gathered all around the head. Jim was torn between a desire to force her mouth down on him and the ecstasy of her gentle touch. Just as it was too much, she tightened her grip, pulling down the entire length and back up swiftly and repeatedly. As suddenly as she started she stopped and gave it the softest of kisses before taking it as deeply as she could into her mouth. Ange sucked hard and the tension in his cock mounted. His body stiffened as she worked her mouth up and down in swift motion. He felt her hand go round the base of the shaft and she worked her hand and mouth in opposite directions, twisting her hand in a corkscrew motion.
“Stop,” he groaned, tugging hard on her hair to prevent her going down again. He knew her game, she was trying to control him, to make him cum. “Pull that stunt again and you can kiss goodbye to the lube.”
Ange peered up at him through half closed eyes and gave him her most innocent look, but the twinkle in her eye told the real truth. She was playing him.
“I want you standing by the dining table when I get back. Don’t touch yourself, or do anything to cum. Leave your shirt on but open it. I’m going to punish you for that little power play, young lady. Seems you’ve forgotten who wears the trousers around here. That nice tight little bottom hole is going to know who is boss.”
When he returned, she was exactly as instructed. He placed his box of tricks on the table and took out a leather flogger and a pair of Velcro cuffs. Wordlessly he cuffed Ange's hands behind her back, threading the cuffs through the back of a chair. Jim admired how it caused her breasts to jut out, just as he had wanted, all the while watching her for signs of either excitement or stress. So far all he could see was excitement.
“Safe-word if you need to, it’s not a real punishment. Keep your head back,” he told Ange. He peeled back the front panels of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Carefully aiming to avoid her face, Jim flicked the flogger across her chest. Ange inhaled as the tails bit her breasts.
“Okay?” he asked. Ange nodded, her breathing ever more erratic. He repeated it over and over, delighting in how it made her nipples pucker and her breasts bob as she recoiled from the impact. Her breasts were reddening and swelling with arousal. Delicious. Once he was satisfied that they were adequately chastised, he released her from her manacles. “Bend over the table,” he ordered and she quickly complied, obviously eager both to please and be pleased.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He widened her legs and pulled her back so her bottom was jutting out over the edge, and settled himself between her legs. He teased her clit with his cock for a moment or two, but she was so greedy that a slight overshot brought his member to her welcome opening and she seemed to vacuum him up in her hunger, sucking him in deep. She felt so good to his throbbing need and he banged hard, as deep as he could go. Over and over until he felt her cunt tighten and pulsate around his shaft. Her whole body shook and trembled with her orgasm. Then he withdrew.
“No… please… more,” Ange whimpered.
Jim took the lube from the box and squirted it liberally on her tight rosebud. He brought one hand forward and rubbed her clit. The swollen nub seemed alive in his hand. With the other hand he guided his girth to the naughty opening. Ange gasped as he stretched her, inch by inch, working his way in. She met him with back thrusts, easing his entry. Once fully seated he withdrew partially and worked in and out until he felt all the tension leave her body. Then he pumped. He thrust and worked her clit simultaneously until Ange was tensing again, and it was evident that her orgasm was imminent, then he let go, ramming her with his piston until he felt the build-up of his own arousal, and as her muscles tightened around him, his passion was sucked out until he had no choice but to spill his seed in her tight orifice. He grunted with animal pleasure as his arousal exploded in her most private hole before collapsing beside her on the cold table.
“I guess we’ll have to disinfect the table before breakfast,” Ange said with a giggle as he flopped beside her.
“I never want to leave Corbin’s Bend,” Jim said contentedly.
“Neither do I. Tell Hank you’ll accept.”
“Crikey, Ange. Do you not want to see if it’s a wise investment first?”
“I suppose so, but as long as he’s not taking you for a fool, which I really
don’t think he would, then say yes. It’s more than a business venture. It’s an investment in us.”
“Come to bed with me and you have a deal.”
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