The King's Legend

by Cathy Clark

  "Fuck off, answer the question." Richard strongly announces.

  "I'd do it." Tommy finally answers. Richard and I both look at him with a troubled face.

  Before Richard can say a word. I burst into the conversation. "Your sick. You know that."

  "Yeah, when wouldn't you fuck her?" Richard adds.

  "What the fuck why." Tommy wonders. No one willing to give him an answer. He can figure out how disgusting he is later.

  Richard gets up from his chair. "Be right back. Gotta tinkle." Leaving the table to the washroom.

  Chapter 8

  Rachel

  Sitting around a rectangle office. Clear glass walls in the centre of their floor. Jason at the table surrounded by his staff. Ricky stands up in a firm strong stance. The glow I once saw around him, gone. "Gentleman, after looking through your company. I think the field your lacking in, is marketing and advertising." The upper management sitting around the table begin to nod.

  Showing them the projections and charts that Richard has come up with. Cash flow for the following years. Pacing around the room. Simple hand gestures. Explaining how an internet campaign would reach a wider audiences. Throwing in compliments hidden in his speech. Telling them how awareness will improve the financial and make them a boat load of money. Jason looks as though he had other things on his mind. A whole long speech follows with numbers and pictures being thrown into the air.

  "Mr. King, that sounds all nice and dandy, but I don't think that's something we're looking for." Jason says. "I thought you were going to give us something new, fresh, something that would change our business entirely." Ricky stands there pausing without another word.

  "What do you think about making custom, personal dildo's" He announces facing the Jason. I thought he said that was a bad idea. "It's innovative, new, and something no one else is doing right now." That was all me. Stealer.

  Jason responds, "What process would the customer have to take. If I was a customer, do I just walk in and tell the workers have an eleven inch cock?" Eleven Interesting...

  No one says a word. Ricky speaks up, "They can come in and take a mold. Come back a week later with a full dildo the same size as there. To give there wife, girlfriend, best friend’s wife. Whoever." Does he like it? Eagerly waiting for a response. The whole room stares directly at jason.

  Jason sits there with his elbows on the table. Hiding his mouth behind both fists. Look like he's deeply thinking about the idea. Dropping his hands, standing up. "I like it. Fuse that idea with your marketing strategy. Send it to us next week." He smiles over at me winking before leaving.

  Chapter 9 him sentimental apology

  "Hey, Rachel." I stop, as a response to that manly voice. Turning around to see Ricky slowly jogging up to me. Panting a little. "Your idea really saved us back there." He tells me. His beautiful eyes piercing into me. I squint my eyes a litt.e

  "I know." Giving him a little attitude. No kidding. It was all my idea. "And what do you say?"

  "What?" Ricky looks confused. This idiot doesn't know what I want him to say. Quickly changing to a smile. "I was wrong." Pulling out his remarkable smile.

  "Bingo." I press my lips together smiling.

  "I'll make it up to you later, somehow, some way." He glares into my eyes. Makes me want to melt into his arms like the other night. You better make it up to me.

  "How are you going to do that?" I ask him. Curious what he meant.

  "It's a surprise." I wonder what it could be. I hope it's expensive. It's not something naughty is it.

  "Okay." Turning around to make my sleek getaway. I bet he's staring at my ass again as I prance down the hall.

  Chapter 10

  Ricky ditched me, leaving me with the two knuckle heads. I don't even know where he went. We sit by the gate, waiting for our flight. Flipping through woman’s health magazine. Looking at, "The number one way to hit on a guy" article.

  Beyond my control, I start ease dropping on the boys conversation once again, over a baby boy crying at his mom. "I almost forgot. Did you know Ricky didn't fuck that girl from dinner?" Tommy asks Richard. What's he talking about. I thought he did. I keep my eyes glued to the article. Paying close attention to their conversation.

  "No, what the fuck. Why not?" Richard replies. NO WAY. I was so sure they were going to fuck. She was all over him.Touching him and shit.

  "I saw him leaving alone when I went to go take a leak. I don't know either." Tommy says.

  "I totally thought he had that one in the bag." Richard exclaimed.

  "Me two, that's so not like him." I sigh in relief. What's he really like.

  That's a disappointing and great news at the same time. The playboy, I thought he was. The man, the legend, isn’t who he's cut out to be. On the other hand, at least he's not a man whore. Everytime I think Ricky has done something wrong, it turns out he didn't. He's just perfection.

  I decide to ask them for their opinions, "So, what do you guys think about Ricky?" They both turn to me. Hesitating before saying a word.

  "Why are you so curious about Ricky?" Richard asks. They both stare at me. Richard holding up a smile.

  "Do you like him?" Tommy adds.

  I blush. Dammit, why did I word the question like that."No! I saw him on top 30 under 30 and I want to know what makes him so good."

  "Ohhh, if that's the case. He's smart and he just knows what to say and when. Well, most of the time." Richard tells me.

  "You haven't seen him in the zone yet. When he get's there, he's unstoppable." Tommy throws in. As much as they joke around they must really look up to him.

  "You guys look up to him don't you?" I ask.

  "He's someone everyone should look up to. He's the men of men and someone who works there hardest to get the job done." Richard tells me. I can't help but raise a smile.

  "Do you know that he stayed up all night working, that morning after the club. He was trying

  I see Ricky down the hall walking towards us. The eradicating light, appeared around him. Glowing bright aura. Long strong strides. Dreamy eyes glaring across the room. Instinctively I brush my hair back and smile. "Time to go ladies." He announces as he walks past us.

  Chapter 11

  Ricky

  "Can you get us those tiny bottles of alcohol?" Richard yells out to the stewardess. I notice Rachel getting up. I lean my head over to the pathway. Watching her ass enter one of the restrooms.

  Several minutes later I find myself in front of the washroom door hesitating. Staring at the red occupied sign. I look around to see if anyone else is watching. What's wrong with me, I'm never nervous. I gently tap on the washroom door, waiting for a response. Rachel slowly slides the door open. I freeze staring at her glowing blue eyes. It's as though time has frozen as we stare into each others eyes. I couldn't hold it in anymore, pushing her by the waist inside the washroom. Reaching my hand behind me to close the door. Banging lightly on the door as I try to find the lock. The sweet fragrance from her perfume begins filling up the room.

  Pressing my lips against hers. Forcing my tongue into her mouth as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. My fingers intertwined in her hair.

  I instinctively turn her around, pulling her hair over her left shoulder. Kissing my way down her neck. My rock hard cock pressed against her soft ass. I gradually begin unzipping her black caviar dress.

  Her dress slides down to the floor revealing an elegant teal Victoria Secret bra and panties with a white polka dot pattern. I start kissing her spine. Unhooking her bra as I make my way down. Moving my hand down her panties. Diving two fingers into her wet clit. Wildly spelling my name in her clit in extra extra big capital letters.

  She begins to let out short quick moans. I took that as a cue, turning her around. Lifting her on top of the counter. Splitting her legs. Her hands reach down, trying to unzip my pants. Our noses colliding, while I shove my tongue into her. She stops kissing me and her beautiful eyes enlarge as soon as she grasps my cock with her tiny hands. Gently j
erking my cock. I snatch a condom from my pants before they drop to the filthy floor. Her other hand trailing around my six pack abs.

  I push her panties off to the side as I toy my cock around her clit. She moans as I plunge my cock into her. Inch by inch. Her clit gripping my cock tighter and tighter.

  I bite down on her lip to refrain her from making to much noise. Soft moans try to escape between our lips. I rapidly accelerate, pounding her faster and faster. I release myself from her lips. Tugging her hair hair back. She faces up with her eyes closed. Her face scrunches up in pain and enjoyment at the same time. The sight that all vampires thrive for. She leans back against the glass. I kiss my way down her neck to her shoulders. Her breathing accelerating.

  With minor turbulence we slide back and forth across the counter. My thrust either extremely fast or excruciatingly slow. Trying to find my rhythm Cupping her perfect ass tightly. Squeezing tightly.

  Relentlessly slamming into her clit. She uncontrollably lets out moans. "Be quiet, someone might hear you." I whisper to her. making my way down to her luscious breasts. Sucking on her tiny nipples.

  Her body glistens as the intercourse becomes faster and more intense. "Do you like that?" I groan. She grips my waist tighter. Her clit throbbing on my cock. Pulsating.

  "Aaaahhh, yeah. Don't stop." She whispers while rolling her head like shes dazed. Licking her bottom lip. Both of us breathing heavily. Thrusting until I reaching my climax, releasing in the condom. I stop inside of her still panting.

  A short intermission appears as we try to catch our breath. Staring at each other. Amused at the actions we recently commited. I pull out, tossing the condom into the lavatory. Wiping my cock off with the single ply toilet paper. Pulling my pants up from the disgusting floor. "That was fun. Did that make it up to you?" I glare up at her. She doesn't say a word. "Don't come out for another ten minutes." I instruct her giving her a peck on the lips.

  Fixing my tie, I unlock the door. Peaking my head out. The coast is clear. I hop out, closing the door behind me. Watching the coloured occupied sign changes back from green to red.

  Walking back to my seat. Tommy and Richard have over five empty mini bottles of alcohol beside each of them. The boys stare at me as I lay my butt on my seat. Fastening my seat belt. Tommy on the verge of alcohol poisoning.

  Richard leans forward turning his head asking me, "Where have you've been?" The smell of alcohol breath travelling across the plane.

  I hesitate to reply, "uhh I was hitting on the stewardess in the back." Faking a huge smile.

  "You get some?" Tommy asks this time.

  With a winning smile, I look over. "What do you think?" Tommy raises his hand for a fist pump. "Are you serious?" I ask him.

  Tommy drops his hand, "Sorry, that was silly." Richard laughing at him.

  Chapter 12

  Rachel

  I guess I continued the saga of Ricky King. Walking back into the office on the ninth floor of this magnificent building on 73rd street. Watching Ricky greet Mr. Mayer as we hop off the elevator. Mr. Mayer is wearing a light grey suit, rounds glasses. His grey hair thin combed backwards. The man with his name on the door. I've only met him once prior in the interview. I think he wants to fuck me. That was the first impression I got in the interview when he kept staring at my breasts. Perverted old man.

  "How do you like your new team member?" Mr. Mayer's old raspy voice asks. His gleaming eyes wander over to me.

  "Honestly, normally I would say she sucks balls like Richard over there, but she was a real asset to this project. I couldn't have done it without her." Ricky tells him. Tommy laughing at Richard in the background while Richard lips out what the fuck silently. He's so sweet to give me credit.

  "That's good to hear. Keep up the good work." Mr. Mayer responds walking away. Taking a final glance at me over his shoulders. What a creepy old man.

  We're all sitting in our office talking about the final kinks of "Midnight toys."

  "Can we do this later?" Richard asks Ricky. Banging his head on the desk.

  "Please, please, please." Tommy repeatedly begs in a childish voice.

  "Fine, you lazy fucks." Tommy replies, closing the folder on his desk.

  "K, let's play. Who'd you rather." Tommy suggests. Everyone circles around the table. "Kristen Bell or Leighton Meester?" Looking around at everyone's faces. No one dares to speak up.

  Moments later, Richard speaks up first, "Leighton."

  "Really? Kristen." Ricky answers. "What about you Rachel?" I was included in this game too? Who do I choose. I do like Kristen better, but Leighton is so cute in Gossip Girl.

  "Kristen." I answer.

  "Lesbian!" Tommy blurts out. Setting me up. "You swing that way to, eh." They begin laughing at my expense.

  "Asshole." aggressively say.

  "K, one more variable. They both have a yeast infection." Tommy brings up. Adding more spice to the question. We all sit there in silence. The only sound is the neurons in our brain thinking. Waiting for someone to answer.

  Richard is the bold one to choose and answer. "Leighton, still." Richard stares at him with a serious face for a second. The rest of us sit in the quiet.

  "Your disgusting!" Tommy screams out. Uncontrollably we all start laughing. The room uproars with laughter. I couldn't hold it in. It was just to funny.

  "That's nasty." I added. Continuing laughing.

  "What why?" Richard ask. Puzzled face, unable to even smile. How could he ask why? She has a yeast infection dumbass.

  "She has a yeast infection, you dirty fuck." Ricky tells him in the midst of laughter.

  Our office door opens. "What do you want?" Ricky ask her.

  "You fiance on line one, Ricky." Jennifer tells him. My heart drops to the floor. The world begins to darken around me. Fiance? We were just in the mile high club a couple hours ago. The boys continue laughing.

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