by R. R. Banks
Alexis laughed as she sipped on her bottle of water. “Dinner started off kind of awkward, but only because he was running late and I was given illicit instructions on how to behave in the restaurant by the maître d′.”
“I guess after the last incident involving one of his dates, they decided it best to inform you how the decorum of the restaurant was before you made a fool of yourself and ended up in a tabloid,” stated Hannah. “I suppose his instructions were meant more for your protection than anything.”
“Well, after a few minutes of me talking to the young hostess at the table, who mind you, was wearing a dress that I think you would look incredible in, Nathanial walked up and received a warm embrace from the young girl,” continued Alexis. “He was loved by everyone in the restaurant, though our waiter and his assistant didn’t seem too pleasant. Anyways, we talked a lot about the things most people talk about on a date before he brought up the deal the two of us brokered, and at first, he seemed a bit upset and made it appear as if we overstepped, but once I explained to him what my motivation was, he was incredibly appreciative.”
“He should’ve been; we saved him millions and gave him the opportunity to make everything he lost back,” quipped Hannah, almost seeming as if she took offense to his perceived objection. “With that, by the way, Richard was somewhat reluctant, but after spending a few minutes outlining the profit that we’d make, though not as great as they normally prefer, he gave in and accepted that having a strong ally in the Australians could prove to be incredibly beneficial in the long run.”
“Yeah, we’re going to have to talk about that after this story,” stated Alexis as she looked away. “Just, let me get through all of this like you requested and then we can talk about the conversation Richard and I had when I woke up.”
Hannah looked at Alexis with a frightened sense wonder, pondering what her boss, who she believed was pleased with the brokered deal, could have possibly wanted to know further. “Alexis, is the deal still on?” she asked, wondering if Richard changed his mind before the paperwork and contracts could be signed.
Alexis nodded. “Yes, the deal is on, but upon requesting the guarantee from the consortium, an additional amendment was made,” she answered plainly. “In terms of our careers, we are in the best spot of our lives.”
“Oh, good,” said Hannah as she breathed a sigh of relief. “Continue your story and then you can talk to me more about it.”
It was around eleven when Nathanial and I left the restaurant, to take a walk on the beach underneath the stars instead of parting our separate ways for the evening. We walked over to the valet and they delivered his Rolls Royce Wraith almost immediately. He opened the door for me like a gentleman and I stepped in, noticing how incredibly fancy and custom built his car was. He got in on the driver’s side and we took off through the streets of Dubai, noticing how, on a Friday night, incredibly busy the city was, especially around all the clubs and bars. “Do you want to go to a nightclub tonight?” he asked me as we drove through the city, still thinking about taking a walk on the beach and honestly preferring that over going back to a club, since we did that the night before.
“No, I’d rather spend some more time getting to know you without the sounds of bass thumping in the background,” I replied, looking out the window to see the ocean with the moon and stars reflecting off the deep blue water. The radiance of it was amazing as we pulled into the public parking lot next to the coast. I took off my heels and stepped out of the car with my bare feet, thinking that walking with heels in the sand was not the best decision I could have ever made. Nathanial was a bit slow getting out of the car, as he was doing the same, untying and removing his shoes and socks to walk barefoot through the sand.
We walked down a small, wooden walkway and reached the beach, placing our toes in the sand and standing there for a bit to look out at the splendor of the ocean. We both turned and started walking down the shoreline, looking out into the distance as the waves washed over our feet with our toes digging into the wet sand. “I’ve never liked the beach,” stated Nathanial as he cringed, feeling the soft, wet sand squirm in between his toes. “I’m not someone who is really in to awkward feelings between my toes.”
I laughed at him, especially since his face resembled how yours looked after the protein shake. “So, you never told me about your life in Chicago,” I said, changing the subject to something more relevant to getting to know him, instead of focusing on his toes.
“I was fortunate to have parents and grandparents who were well equipped with the finances to make my dreams happen,” he explained. “I went to college and majored in international business, though my focus there was more gender studies. I graduated and immediately took my trust fund and invested it in the smaller companies of the consortium, as well as a couple of the larger ones to protect and diversify my investments. My parents were distributors for gasoline and oil in the United States, owning several refineries that were eventually sold to your company, so it only made sense for me to get into the oil business. With their expertise in distribution and some of their contacts, I was able to get my foot in the door and here I am now, living in Dubai.”
“So, you were blessed by your family’s money and connections?” I asked bluntly, though trying not to come off as rude.
“Absolutely,” he replied. “I’m not naïve enough to think that I could be where I’m at if it weren’t for them,” he paused as we continued to walk through the sand. “Dubai has been very good to me, but like I told you during dinner, I’m not married to the concept of living here forever. I’m in a position where I can be mobile enough to run my business and control my investments without having to actually be present to do it. Unfortunately, one of the issues that I’m facing is that I don’t have a lot of people that I can trust. While I’m a minority owner in several companies, I am the majority owner of the Australian company that tanked, trusting its finances to a man who was not only inept, but incredibly corrupt. He skimmed so much money out of the company by entering into acquisition deals with shadow companies. Unfortunately, because of his incredible connections outside of Australia, he took the money and moved to an island in the Caribbean that doesn’t extradite. He took about one hundred million from the company over four years, funneling it into a Cayman Islands bank where it couldn’t be followed, and then ran as soon as the authorities got wind of it.”
I was amazed at his candor and shocked how someone could do such a thing, opting to ruin the professional life of someone who enabled him to further his career. “Greed is a powerful motivator,” I said, trying to comfort Nathanial as he confided in me. “Have you found someone else to run the company yet?”
“I honestly do not know, but without the assistance of you and your friend, we’d be filing for bankruptcy in the coming months and essentially allowing the other companies in Australia to pick up the pieces from our fallen empire,” he continued. “I think the thing that frustrates me the most is that I trusted him and he blatantly defiled it. I have had an incredibly difficult time finding someone to help me since then.”
We turned around as we reached a few rocks, opting to stay in the soft sand instead of trekking through the jagged rocks. “Well I really hope that your company is able to thrive again,” I said, reaching over and grabbing him by the hand, stroking the top of it with my thumb to comfort him. “It’s got an incredible infrastructure and means, so perhaps with the right people helping you, the company will flourish again.”
“I really hope so,” he replied, clasping his hand with mine and interlocking our fingers. “So how do you like Dubai?”
“It’s been different, though I’m starting to get comfortable here,” I answered, immediately shifting into my professional mind without much of a transition. “While operating near the fields is a bit different, handling the logistics is still the same. The ports all have rules and the countries all have laws, so no matter what happens or where I’m working, it’s still the same
job. Working in Dubai for the past few days has allowed me to work a bit closer with representatives from the other countries in the consortium, exchanging stories and contacts with each other as we strengthen our logistical and administrative skills.”
He smirked a bit as we continued to walk down the coast, talking about our hopes and dreams, plans for the future, and what we wanted to get out of life. While he was already successful, Nathanial was going through the first set of professional hardships he had ever dealt with. The strife of having to repair a company from near ashes was weighing on him and frustrating him. Success is addictive, and to suddenly lose it can be devastating. As we continued to talk, I started noticing how Nathanial was struggling to cope with the near death of his largest company, though he was incredibly thankful and relieved that we were able to put it on life support.
We made it back to the car and sat against the hood, looking out at the water as it was closing in on one in the morning. “So, do you want me to drive you back to your apartment or do you want to crash in one of my guest rooms?” he asked politely. “I live two blocks from here, so if you’re pretty sleepy, you can stay with me tonight and I can get you home tomorrow morning.”
I thought about his offer for a few seconds, and to be honest, I was tired, but also curious about his house. “Sure, I could use some sleep,” I answered, accepting his offer for me to stay with him that night.
“Wait, he offered you the guest room?” asked Hannah. “Surely he had something else in mind.”
Alexis smiled. “Possibly, but we’ll never know.”
Anyways, we made it to his incredibly large house, finding that it was something out of a dream. We pulled up to a massive black gate that had his initials on it in gold, N on the left gate and J on the right. A long path lined with trees finally lead to a house that sat at the edge of the ocean. It was two stories with large marble columns on the front porch and incredibly large windows facing the ocean. He opened the tall, wooden door for me and I entered the atrium, looking up to see a skylight in the roof that the moon was fortunate enough to creep through, lighting up the room. The floor was a marbled tile with several Persian rugs and a beautiful grand piano in the corner. Directly in front of the door, a gorgeous staircase was positioned at the end of the atrium, leading up to the bedrooms. I followed him up the stairs and then down a hallway, where he opened the door to one of the guest bedrooms. A king size bed sat in the center of the room with matching end tables on each side and a dresser against the wall. The sheets were made of silk and the comforter was filled with Egyptian cotton.
“If you require anything tonight, please don’t hesitate to let me know,” he said politely. “I want you to make yourself at home. The kitchen is downstairs if you feel like you need to get something to eat and there is a bathroom right across the hall. If you need anything else, my bedroom is at the end of this hall with the double doors. Just come in, wake me up, and I will take care of everything. I don’t have any butlers or servants, but if I can get you anything to make your stay here more enjoyable, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you for your hospitality,” I replied after listening to his speech. “I appreciate it.”
He smiled as he stepped away, nodding as he placed his hand on the doorknob and closed the door, leaving me in the guest room by myself. I walked over and sat on the end of the bed, thinking back on the night and how I ended up in the guest room of his house. I reached behind my back and pulled down the zipper of my dress, loosening it up before slipping it off. I laid it across the bed, to make sure that it would not wrinkle. Then I walked over to the dresser and removed my jewelry, setting it on the dresser. As I took off my necklace, several thoughts started to go through my mind. I felt a real bond with Nathanial, something that I never experienced with another man. For the first time in my life, I was not thinking about my career but about what I wanted for me.
“Screw it,” I thought to myself, looking in the mirror above the dresser before turning and walking toward the door. I walked down the hallway with a purpose, looking at the double doors and focusing in on them. Placing my hands on both of the knobs and turned them simultaneously, I swung them both open and walking in to see Nathanial wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts standing near the bed. I charged toward him and placed both of my hands on his face, bringing his lips toward mine to lock them together in a passionate kiss. I kissed him like I had never kissed a man before. Releasing every inhibition I had against letting myself getting hurt, I decided to take what I wanted, knowing that after spending time with Nathanial Jenkins, he was it.
Our tongues touched as our lips remained locked. His hands came up and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me toward him as I left my hands on the side of his head, running them through his hair. The hunger between the two of us was palpable as we kissed each other. I lowered my hands to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and lowering me onto the bed. Parting my legs he positioned himself in between, leaning forward and placing his weight on my hips. We continued to kiss intensely as I started rubbing my hands down his back, holding onto him tightly as his hands started to travel below my waist. We stopped kissing briefly as he reached back and grabbed my ankles, rolling me forward a bit so he could remove my panties and toss them to the floor before bringing me back to resume our passionate exchange.
I felt him move his hands around between our hips, pulling his cock out from the hole in his boxers and sliding it into me, still kissing me as he pushed it in gently. I moaned, feeling the head of his cock slowly moving between my petals and the delicious fullness as he completely entered me. We continued to kiss, our arms wrapping around each other as he slowly thrust his cock into me. He was sliding inside me with slow, deliberate strokes, moaning along with me with every motion.
I pushed him back, placing my hands on his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist so I could roll, putting myself on top. With his hands on my hips and mine in my hair, I rode him unhurriedly, savoring the feel of his cock.
He felt amazing inside me, the fact that the moment felt special made it the greatest I’d ever experienced. Leaning forward I started kissing his neck as he thrust his hips upwards into me. I spread my legs a little bit more, trying to brace myself for his thrusts, seeking to offer a little bit of resistance. He snaked a hand between us to find my clit. I whimpered as he worked it. It wasn’t much longer till I felt his cock began to pulse and that pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my hot little cunny convulsed around his cock. “I’m about to…” he said, and I kissed him as hungrily as I ever had, allowing him to climax while inside of me.
After he came, I pulled his cock out of me, kissing him again before wrapping my arm around him and falling asleep in his arms. It was, without a doubt, the greatest night of my life. For the first time ever, I did not care about work or anything professional. I only thought about being with him and how we could make it work.
“Is that it?” asked Hannah as she leaned against the side of the couch with a look of disappointment. “No foreplay or dirty, sexual shenanigans; just a really intense encounter between two people.”
Alexis grinned. “Yeah, sometimes those are the best kind of encounters,” she replied. “I felt a real bond with him, something that I’ve only felt with you.”
“Aww, well I love you too, prude,” joked Hannah, still disappointed at the lack of details in her friend’s evening. “Alright, so you told me earlier that you had a conversation with Richard. What was it about?”
Alexis’s face became pale as her cheerful expression slowly faded, giving way to a more stoic expression. “Hannah, with what we did yesterday, we showed something, that while our employers knew we possessed, the rest of the consortium was only made privy to through stories,” she began, trying to explain it in a very wordy, formal manner. “After seeing how impressive we were with the short notice deal, as well as how prepared and knowledgeable we were, they want the two of us to take
over the Australian Oil Trade and Refiners, with both of us taking positions as Directors, and only answering to the consortium during the rebuilding and recovery phase.”
Hannah sat up in her seat, looking on with great intent as Alexis continued to explain. “Our employers and the consortium, through negotiations yesterday, have agreed to buyout our current contracts with the American Oil Traders and Refiners and offer us two incredibly lucrative positions within the consortium. We will be paid four times our current salary and both will personally oversee the reclamation of the Australian company, and once we’re done with that, we will begin to work in another company.”
“What does this mean?” asked Hannah. “Are they asking us to move? Are we getting a promotion? What’s going on?”
Alexis smiled earnestly. “Hannah, we are being given autonomy within the consortium. Our positions were essentially created to help the struggling companies recover and the smaller companies grow. We can go where we want to go, opting to stay in our New York office or moving wherever want, however, with the Australian project, we will need to be in Melbourne for a few weeks to get it functioning properly. You are now the top negotiator for the consortium and I am the top logistics administrator. If any companies struggle, they are allowed to turn to us for assistance. Hannah, we have just been given an incredible promotion.”
Hannah smiled before screaming in jubilation at the news. “You’ve got to be kidding me!?” she screamed in excitement. “So what do we do from here?”
“Well, unfortunately, our trip to Dubai has been cut short, and we will have to pack up and leave this evening for Melbourne where we will sign our new contracts and begin working on the recovery,” explained Alexis as Hannah looked on with glee.