The King's Legend

by Cathy Clark

  "Ricky King, we're the team from Mayer and Smith." I walk up to him, reaching out my hand for a handshake.

  "Jason Morgan, the king of dildos, my CFO will come later." He releases my hand quickly turning over towards Rachel. Staring straight into her eyes. "Nice to meet you." He grabs her hand, gently lifting it to chest level. Turning it over and gently kissing the back of her hand.

  Rachel face flushes. Her cheeks turn rosy. She slightly releases a giggle. Twirling her fingers through her hair. What is she a high school girl? She responds, "Rachel Wolfe." With a cute little innocent voice.

  "Let me show you the facility." Jason heads towards the door. Ignoring the boys.

  Richard looks over at Tommy whispering, "What the fuck." Tommy shrugging his shoulders in response.

  "Let's go morons." As I trail behind Jason.

  Jason leads us to his factory. Gymnasium sized building. Tons of workers in doctor masks and white jackets. Machine with conveyor belts and ventilation system all over the place He totally ignores me. Focusing all his attention on Rachel.

  Leaning over towards Rachel. Quietly whispering, "You have to tickles his balls on this one. He clearly only wants to talk to you." Staying back with the boys, flicking dildos at each other.

  We walk around, while they talk in their own private conversation. I try my best to easedrop failling to hear a word.

  This is so pointless. I don't care about the smell of sour vinegar lingering in the air from the silicon. Staring at dildo's being molded, painted. Holes being drilled into the centres. Veins being drawn on the sides. It is like a woman’s paradise in this place.

  I linger around behind observing Jason and Rachel while the boys whip each other with dildos. She's smiling, giggling laughing at all Jason's jokes. Are we here on business or is he just gonna hit on her all day. She's definitely a good actress. If she did that to much I would believe her.

  Chapter 4

  We walk into the a strip club called, "The Wilde Coyote." It has a big cartoon coyote head in front of the building. Sticking it's long, long tongue out, winking at the passing cars. The first step into the place, Ricky is getting hugs and kisses on the cheeks from all the staff. From busty strippers to slutty bartenders."Right this way." A botoxed lip blonde bimbo with big implanted breasts grabs Ricky's wrist pulling him to a booth. They must come here a lot. The place is as big as two tennis courts. Two floors with booths surrounding the perimeter. An elevated gourd shaped dance floor in the centre with two poles beaming down from the ceiling. Surrounded by chairs for dirty old men to fondle over the women. With laser beams shooting from random places.

  "Are we billing midnight toys for this?" Richard asks screaming over the loud music while punching Ricky's muscular left arm. Two gorgeous brunettes walk pass waving at Ricky. He nonchalantly just smiles at them as they walk past.

  " Fuck, yes." Ricky screams out waving at some whores across the room. "Have fun kids, go wild." Raising his hand in the air like it's a celebration.

  "Thanks daddy." Together, the boys cheer. There faces like kids in a candy store. Unable to choose which they would like first. Ruthlessly looking around the club.

  I look over, confused. Tommy has a wife. It's none of my business. I shouldn't ask. "Hey Tommy." I scream over at him. Trying to pronunciation over the messy electronic dance music playing. All it sounds like is Unce, unce, unce.

  "What's up." Tommy leans over to get closer.

  "Don't you have a wife?" I ask breaking into laughter.

  Richard begins laughing. "Yeah, Tommy. As I recall, you have a wife." Pointing over at him.

  "What happens in LA, stays in LA." An awkward smile crosses his face. Looking away from us.

  Ricky sticks his head diagonally out from behind the booth. His eyes wide. Gapping mouth. "You have a wife? You shouldn't be here. Go back to the hotel before someone tells on you." Sarcastically pointing at Tommy.

  We all start screaming out at Tommy, "Go back to the hotel."

  "Fuck you guys! Let's spend their money." Tommy howls. They order not one or shots, but a bottle of patron for each of us. Littering the table in shot glasses. After three shots and I feel like I'm about to puke. The room shaking. The floor beneath me trembling from the bass-line. I refrain myself from drinking anymore. Trying not to embarrass myself in the presence of my newly acquired co workers.

  The boys start getting rowdy screaming, yelling, dancing around. Getting dances, giving dances. However Ricky just sits on the side of the booth. Staring into a dark void.

  Moments later, Ricky get's up off his seat and makes his way across the club. He starts chatting up a busty five foot four blonde that is pretty. She needs a nose job though. Dressed in civilian clothing of a tight white top and jeans. She isn't even hot. Mediocre at best. What does he see in her?

  Richard trying to feed me shots every two minutes. I continuously decline trying my best to not kick him in the face. He's getting really annoying.

  I continue to stare as she's giggling. His devious smile shining bright. She even reaches to lightly drag her fingers down the side of his arm.

  I take another shot. When, I look back and see Ricky leaving the club with the wannabe model. Ricky's a player... and she's a slut. Fuck Ricky.

  Sitting there quietly. Everyone having fun, but me. "YOLO(You only live once)." I scream out chugging a couple sips of patron from the bottle. The boys cheering me on in the background. Chanting my name. My face crunches from the bitter taste making it's way down my throat. Quickly snatching a lime off the table and squeezing it in my mouth. Tossing all back on the floor.

  I close my eyes shaking my head. "Wooooooo." We begin calling girls to the table getting lap dances. Shots, after shots, after shots. My vision blurry. My reaction slower than a turtle. The music sounding better and better as time goes on.

  I like cock as much as the next women, but this stripper that I found is amazing. Brunette with the face of a college freshman. Cute little body, with 34d cup breasts. She grinds her ass up into me. I slap her ass, watching it ripple. Biting my lower lip. I scream at her to bend down. Placing a shot on top of her crack. Cupping it around my lips, raising it into the air. Feeling it squirm down my throat. She turns around pulling down her pink panties. Spreading her legs across my lap. My hands rubbing on her thighs. Bouncing up and down. She has the pinkest clit I've ever seen. Before I could examine her clit any longer, she suffocates my face between her double D's.

  The boys screaming, getting dances, kissing girls and drinking. Knocking over shot glasses. Alcohol all over the floor.

  I spin her over, tossing her in the booth. Getting up from my seat. I begin shaking my ass in her face. She grasps both cheeks tightly. I fondle my hair. Dancing like an Egyptian dancer. Wiggling like a worm. "Be right back." I scream at her.

  I leave to go to the ladies room, bumping into chairs along on the journey. After the long game of charades, with the toilet. I return outside. My eyes barely able to open.

  "Are you okay?" I hear coming from behind me. I know this strong masculine voice. It sounds like Ricky. It can't be him though. He left to bang that whore. I turn around and guess what. It's Ricky.

  "Heeyy, your back!" I uncontrollably hug him.

  "Having fun?"

  "YEAH!" Ready to have more fun, now that your here. With those sexy lips of yours.

  "Looks like you've had to much to drink."

  "I'm okay." I reply swinging my head, waving my hair in the air. Ricky brushing off my hair from his face. "What happened to the girl you left with earlier?" I ask him.

  "That was my younger sister's best friend. We just went to grab a bite to eat." He tells me. Like I'm going to believe that. They probably went to have nasty donkey sex in the parking lot.

  "I'm sure, she is."

  "Let's get you back, your drunk." He interlocks our fingers dragging me out. The touch of his hand, warm, safe and gentle. No I'm not, I wanted to burst out so bad. However, the touch of his hand is just so wonderful. I don't wan
t it to end. On the way I stumble knocking some girls drink over. Ricky was pulling me so hard, I was unable to even apologize. Walking outside the breeze of the cold night air feels the best. I pause closing my eyes to enjoy the moment, only to get tugged across the sidewalk.

  Every time I blink, fast forward throughout the night. Ricky waves down a cab and gently places me in the cab. Incapable of holding myself up. I lean on his chest. His muscles are the perfect mixture of softness and muscle. I feel so turned on right now. It's like sleeping on a soft cloud. I close my eyes just for a second to rest. The next thing I know is Ricky paying for the cab fare. Dragging me out of the cab. I stumble onto the street. My feet are aching. I just want to collapse from the pain.

  Ricky pulls me into the hotel. I lean against the hard wall in the elevator. Unable to hold myself up. I lean over to Ricky. Resting between his arms. He smiles back at me. Dragging my fingers down his exquisite jawline. Closing my eyes just for a second, I blank out.

  Chapter 5 him wor idea he declines firm and she gets mad

  Rachel

  Sitting in the conference room they let us use while we're here. My head laying flat on the table between my arms. My skull holding the weight of a thousand pounds. My brain throbbing from the beating it took last night. I wonder how many brain cells I lost. My face is a mess. You don't want to know how much coverup I had to use to cover up these bags.

  "Rachel baby, you shouldn't drink so much." Echoes through my ears. Bouncing off of every little ridge of my skull. I face scrunches in torture as I lift my head.

  "Fuck off." I tell Richard. Irritated by every sound in the office.

  "Don't worry, Tommy's in worse shape than you are." Tommy with his hands and legs hanging off the chair across the room. His eyes closed, breathing heavily.

  "Didn't he only drank like four shots?" I ask.

  "Yeah!" Richard smiles in amusement. Richard tosses paper balls across the room. Aiming to land them on Tommy's hair.

  Ricky finally arrives. "You ladies have fun yesterday?" The sound of Ricky's seductive voice rings inside my head.

  "Yes, sir." Richard raises his his hand as he salutes in response.

  "Fuck Richard, I told you not to let him drink more than two shots." Ricky angrily stares at Richard, while pointing over at Tommy.

  Richard hesitates to answer. "I couldn't help it. He was just so convincing when I had a pair of juicy double D's squished in my face." Richard replies. While I try my best not to drop my head on the desk again. I take a sip of water, hoping it'll help me when I want to jump off the roof of the building in a couple hours.

  Knock, knock. "Come in." Ricky projects across the room. The door flies open revealing a cute red head wearing a grey woman’s dress suit. Richard's stands up immediately from his seat.

  "Good morning, I'm April. Jason sent me down to let you know if there's anything you need, feel free to ask me." She announces.

  "Okay, thank you." Ricky replies. She quickly turns around and leaves.

  "You guy's see that?" Richard turns around and ask us. While we look up at him in awe from our chairs.

  "What are you talking about." I ask him in confusion.

  "The way she was smiling at me." Richard answers.

  "She smiled at all of us dumbass." Ricky replies. We all squint our eyes looking at him in confusion. As though he's going crazy or something. We all know he is a little self centered, but still.

  "She was smiling at your faces, but in her head she was really smiling at my cock." Richard answers smiling. We all bursts out in an explosion of laughter. I teared up a little there.

  Tommy walks up to him. Patting him on the shoulder. Richard looks over at him. For a couple seconds no one says a word. "You're very twisted." Tommy tells him. A wicked grin all over Richard's face.

  "Whatever, on to business. What kind of idea's do you guys have so far?" Ricky asks us.

  Richard suggests, "Why doesn't he outsource production to China?"

  "He wants to keep the jobs here." I replied. I wish we could just do this later. I sit up straight, taking a huge deep breath.

  Ricky sits down. "Okay dildo queen, since your the only one the king of dicks wants to fuck. Fill us in on what he said."

  Trying my best to recollect my thoughts. I tell them the sad old story about his father wanting to keep the production here, to save jobs in the local economy. How they use the best materials. Productions are at optimal level. That's all I can remember right now other than Jason trying to pull his mack daddy moves on me. "Let's come up with idea's people."

  We sit there ruffling through financial. Business models. Papers scattered all across the desk. Tommy still dead across the room. Moaning every couple minutes. Breathing heavily as well.

  "Is there something wrong with management?" Ricky asks.

  "They run a tight ship. Financial are the best I've ever seen." Richard replies. "Fuck you Tommy. Slacker. Why don't you fucken help us." Richard throws a crumpled up piece of paper at him. Tommy just moans, groans, and rolls around in his chair.

  "How about downsizing? It'll create a panic diverting the focus off of us." Richard suggests.

  "He wants to keep jobs here, how's he going to feel about massive layoffs smart ass." Ricky answers him.

  "Loyalty program?" I ask.

  "How many dildos can one women buy, before the loyalty program to be worth it." Richard asks.

  "Fuck that." Ricky says.

  "How about introducing new products?" I submit.

  "Like what?" Richard asks.

  "What about a personal molding service." I answer.

  "People already have pocket pussies and dildos of their favourite porn stars." Ricky tells us. "No one wants Richard's two inch cock as a present." Richard's face twist. "Rachel this isn't Business school anymore. This is real life. We don't get redoes if we fuck up. Got it?" I can't believe I thought he was hot. He such a fucken dick. I think it's a great idea. Something innovative, interesting, and new. What's his problem.

  "Marketing?" Ricky brings up.

  "There advertisements are kind of weak." Richard says.

  "Let's go with that, find out what they already have. Come up with some promotion and marketing strategy for them. Online and offline." Ricky commands.

  After a couple hours of looking at graphs, posters, and charts. I decide to sneak off. I hate this idea anyways. Marketing? There going to think we're a bunch of bland idiots. Wobbling my way down the hallway. Walking past an open lounge. I. Locking the door behind me. Pulling down the blinds and laying myself on the old raggedy orange couch. Hoping my headache will go away.

  Without noticing, I fall asleep. Waking up hours later. I sneak out trying to remember where the office they gave up is. After wandering the halls, I had to ask two people which led me in opposite ways. I finally found it.

  I stop before entering the door. Slapping my face lightly. Slowly turning the knob. Tippy toeing my way in. Tommy began sleep talking causing Ricky to look in my direction. Fuck. "Where have you been?" Think Rachel, think. "I've." Fuck. "I've been with Jason. He saw me walking down the hall when I was headed for the washroom and insisted I join him for a coffee." I hope they don't ask him later. Then I'm fucked.

  "Afternoon quickie eh." Richard claim. Fucken ass hole, what do they see me as. Some kind of slut?

  "He got lucky already? I thought you have a three day rule?" Ricky smirks. I'll give you a three day rule.

  "You need more than multimillion dollar company and three days to get in my pants." I smile. Prancing my way to my seat.

  "WHOA!" The guys scream out.

  Chapter

  Rachel

  "Are we ready for the meeting tomorrow?" Ricky asks. Taking a sip from his wine.

  "We finished the charts and graphs. We just need to finish the financial." Richard replies.

  "Tommy since you didn't do anything, help him finish that by tonight." Ricky demands

  In a lazy bored tone, "Okkkkaayyy." Tommy barely able to open his eye
s. Slurping up some of his jambalaya.

  "Rachel, are you done all your stuff?"

  "Yes," I reply to him.

  "Good, get a good night's rest for tomorrow. No drinking tonight." Ricky orders. "Now if you'll excuse me." He stands up and begins walking to the entrance.

  "Daddy, noooooo." Richard announces. I don't think Ricky heard his sarcastic remark though.

  Richard asks Tommy, "Hypothetically, would you nail your wife if she was wearing a big furry pink bunny suit? And she was wearing it for like three months, and you don't know how much longer she'll continuing wearing it." I look at them with a disgusted face. What the fuck. Bunny suit? I notice Ricky stopping by the bar to talk to a red headed with C cups and a flat ass. I thought he only liked blondes. She's not even pretty anyways.

  "I would do it. It's better than having blue balls." Tommy replies. I guess he has a point. I look over and she's now touching his arms and brushing her hair. Slut.

  "Makes sense, makes sense." Richard says. "K, what if she just finished playing tennis, wearing a nightgown that your grandmother would wear, gained twenty pounds, and she's sick coughing all over the place?"

  "Playing tennis?" Tommy asks.

  "Think about it." Richard tells him. Tommy begins squinting his eyes. Rolling his eyes as he thinks. Concentrating really hard for a good five minutes. "Ooohh... Ewww." That idiot. We begins to crack up.

  "C'mon you say you love her, but let's be real. We're all men here." I clear my throat to that last comment. "You're an exception here." Richard tries to cover it up.

  "Look! Ricky's leaving with that girl." We all turn our heads to see the red head locked arms with Ricky giggling, as they walk out of the out of sight.