by Mia Ford
We had met at a networking event with my old partner, Dean Markus, who was strong-minded in marketing and finance but had always lacked the motivation to make the difficult decisions and put his work above his family. Dean and I had been best friends since before college, meeting at a mixer for future business owners. We both had somewhat of an entrepreneurial attitude and seemed to match up perfectly. It wasn’t long after business school that we started MJ Marketing & Finance.
The company was a hybrid, something no one had seen before. We had combined our expertise and provided a full-frontal approach to handling corporate finance and one of the most important aspects of a company’s future, marketing. What people in each of the different sectors didn’t seem to realize was the bigger picture showed how one really moved the other one forward. Everything was working well until it was time to make some hard growth decisions that would push Dean further from his family, and it resulted in a complete blow up of our relationship. Me, I had learned my lesson about women when I married my ex and realized she was using me for money, not love. So, business always came first for me, which was the reason my company had become so successful.
After the fight, Dean and I couldn’t seem to compromise, so we dissolved our partnership, and I retained the rights to the name, paying out a good sum of money for the rest of the company assets. It was the right choice for me, but I knew it was the right choice for Dean as well, though he never forgave me for it, and we had barely spoken in the last ten years. I guess you win some and you lose some, which was exactly the motto I had to adopt to keep myself sane with the company.
I grew MJ through the roof and managed to make a billion-dollar company out of a very small investment. It was worth it to me to live the bachelor life and keep all the hassles of a wife and kids at bay for the sake of the company. Dean could have never made some of the tough choices I made, and that was okay, because the company was completely mine. I was the only one who would feel the burden and reap the benefits of those tough sacrifices. It was the best thing I’d done for myself, though I do wish we could have kept our friendship.
As I raised my glass and smiled at the CEO of the third party, I knew exactly what I was doing. That old man was ready to give in and give up. It was only a matter of time. Once that happened, I would be able to move the company in the direction I saw fit. I was already making myself comfortable with the board members coming in, and in time, they would trust me just like my board members had. I seldom made a mistake when it came to business, and that was the true line that kept them tethered to me. They knew I wouldn’t make a spur of the moment, off-the-cuff decision, and my stats on positive improvements in the company lent me their ears when it came time to make a decision. It was rare that I couldn’t sway them to my choice, which was exactly what I had done with old Mr. Consworth of the financial firm we were merging with. I’d gained his confidence, and he swayed right in with the rest of them. I was damn good at my job.
When everyone else had decided to retire, I shook their hands and let them know I was looking forward to getting the merger process started. I had an entire team of project managers standing by to get things underway. I’d also brought in a new assistant financial consultant who happened to be Dean’s daughter. Hiring her was dangerous since he was not going to be happy about it and would do his best to cause problems if he found out, but she’d graduated top of her class with her MBA, and I needed a go-getter like her. I offered and she’d accepted, so that was definitely something that would help us get higher up as things went along. She started on Monday, when the departments would start finding out about the status of the merger.
I watched the last of the old geezers walk joyfully from the building, their fur coat covered wives in tow. The bar was calling my name, and I needed to relax after a night of fake smiles and even faker laughs. This was the only time I wished I had a significant other who could take the attention off me. Then again, after seeing the tiny, blonde cocktail waitress with giant tits bouncing across the restaurant, I remembered why I was constantly single. I ordered a whiskey on the rocks and sat on the bar stool, looking up at the television and glancing to my left as she approached the bar. The bartender served my drink and then walked over to the service area, talking the waitress.
“I’m finally off,” she said with a sigh.
“You want a drink?”
“Sure,” she chirped. “Anything that will get my mind off how slow it was in the restaurant tonight.”
She walked past me, meeting my eyes and smiling flirtatiously. She sat down on the stool next to me and watched as the bartender poured her a rum and coke. I looked up at the bartender and nodded my head, pointing to the drink, and signaling to put it on my tab. She stuck her cocktail straw in the soda and sipped, turning toward me.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Not a problem.” I smiled and let my eyes move down her sexy body. She was everything I wanted in my bed for a night. “A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to work so hard.”
“Mmm,” she said, swallowing visibly. She was nervous. I loved it. “In a fairy tale world.”
We sat there for almost an hour, talking, drinking, and taking shots. By the fourth shot, she had taken off her work shirt and sat there with her large breasts bouncing around in her white tank top. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the top as she leaned forward and rubbed her hand up my leg, giggling at whatever I had just said. As the alcohol flowed, she flirted relentlessly before standing up and leaning into my ear.
“Follow me,” she whispered, grabbing me by the wrist.
I stood up and put my napkin in my drink, signifying I’d be right back. We walked quietly through the crowd that had now turned into a bar crowd and entered through a small door to the back right. I looked around the dusty room, some type of storage room. I turned back toward the blonde standing there in her black skirt and tank top and raised my eyebrow with a knowing smirk.
“You showing me around or—”
“Shhh,” she said, stepping close and grabbing onto the waist of my pants.
I watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, grabbing a cushion from one of the stacked patio chairs and putting it under her knees. She reached up and slowly lowered my zipper, smiling up at me as she unfastened the button and yanked my pants around my ankles. She reached up and pulled her tank top down, letting her tits spring out and bounce up and down. Her hand ran slowly across my cock, and she giggled as it pulsated beneath my boxer briefs. She pulled them down and smiled as my erection sprung out, bouncing up and down in front of her face. She licked her lips as if she were about to lick a gigantic lollipop.
Immediately, she brought her hand up and ran it over the head and down the shaft, grasping it at the base and leaning forward. She licked the tip and lifted it upward, running her tongue from the base to the top, sending shivers down my spine. She pressed her juicy red lips against the head and used it to force her mouth wide open, taking my cock deep into her throat and then raising her head back up. I looked down, chuckling at the ring of red lipstick around the base of my cock, and then watched her blonde hair move back over it again. I leaned back against the wall and put my hands behind my neck, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feeling.
As my dick reached the back of her throat, the muscles tensed around it. She sucked hard as her mouth moved back up, and I groaned loudly. I could feel her lips move into a smile as she reached up and cradled my balls, rolling them in her hand like stress balls. She liked me to watch her. I could tell when I opened my eyes and looked down to see her watery stare looking back at me. One of her hands was on my nuts, and the other was between her legs, rubbing against her blue satin panties. I bit my lip and stared deeply at her, the intensity itself making me want to come all over her face. She was hot, but not in a classy way, more like a trashy waitress kind of way. The kind of way that made me want to bend her over and fuck her, but felt safer just letting her suck my cock.
I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head, wrapping my fingers around her hair. She had started to bob her head up and down faster and faster, and I pushed hard against her, forcing her to linger at the base for several seconds before coming back up for air. As my dick cleared her throat, she moaned loudly, letting me know she liked that kind of control. I reached my other hand down and grabbed onto her head, creating two ponytails with her hair and using them as controls.
“You focus on rubbing that pussy,” I whispered. “I’ll worry about fucking your mouth.”
She opened her mouth wide and moved both hands into her panties, one fingering herself, and the other rubbing her clit. I immediately began to thrust my hips forward, holding her head still as I fucked that pouty, beautiful mouth of hers. She moaned loudly as she pushed herself closer to orgasm. I started to move her head faster and faster, feeding off the sounds echoing against my shaft. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes back as her fingers danced across her pussy. I could feel the heat in my stomach begin to explode, and I pulled back, stroking my cock with one hand and holding her head steady with the other. She smiled as she opened wide, looking up at me, a look that sent me straight over the edge. With one last hard stroke, the pleasure moved through my body and streams of warm come shot from my cock and into her mouth.
She moved her head forward, moaning lowly as the last of my come seeped from the head and over her lips. I leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily as I tucked my cock back in my pants. When I opened my eyes, she was swallowing and wiping her ruby red lips and chin. She pulled the straps up on her tank top and smiled at me, leaning into to kiss me on the cheek.
“That was hot,” she whispered. “Let yourself out when you’re ready.”
This was why I didn’t screw with commitment. This kind of chick was way less messy, in more ways than one.
Chapter 2
Ava
I was fortunate to be starting my first day at my first professional job only a week after graduating with my MBA. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t worked my ass off in college. My father had instilled in me, from the time I was a child, that it was important to decide what I wanted before I was married, before I had kids, and before I had other people relying on me. He told me it was my life, and I could decide how to live it. He was a very smart man and had started a business with his best friend right after college.
The money was amazing, the potential of the business growing all the time, but in the end, he wasn’t willing to give up his time with his family for the company. So, he and his best friend, Tanner, broke things off and went their separate ways. My father was brilliant with money and had saved enough to support us, keep us in the same lifestyle, and even have enough to leave in a trust fund for me whenever I wanted to have a family. My mother wasn’t thrilled at first, but once she realized she wouldn’t have to change her lifestyle, she went back to being only half as unpleasant.
Tanner, however, had taken the business all the way to the top. He, as far as I knew, had a wife at one point but chose his company over family. I felt like I was more like him, worried about the future more than I was about other people. Of course, that could also be because I had never actually been in a relationship that lasted more than a few weeks. I was too busy trying to make it to the top of my class to be worried about guys, and their immaturity and inability to decide on a goal-oriented future left me dumping most of the guys I dated after only a few weeks in. A relationship like that just wasn’t something I wanted to consume my mind at that point. Building my future was much more important to me, and it was already paying off. Tanner had given me a job with his company at a time he was getting ready to merge with another large financial firm, and I was going to get to be on the ground floor of it all. It was really freaking exhilarating, to say the least.
I walked toward his office, excited to get my first day started. He called me in, and I stood in front of him, remembering doing the same when I was in my teens. He looked up and smiled, walking around the desk and embracing me as if I were family. He didn’t speak to my father anymore, but I knew he still cared.
“Ava,” he said, leaning back. “I am so happy to have you here with us. I heard what an amazing job you did at Design Corp, our sister company, and I couldn’t help but get you here with us to do amazing things and bring the future of MJ into the next stage.”
“Thank you so much for having me here, Mr. Johnson,” I said, smiling.
“Call me Tanner.” He laughed. “And please have a seat.”
I sat down in the chair facing his desk and looked around the room. His office looked like a giant bedroom without a bed. It was decorated in mahogany shelving, the rugs were dark reds and greens, and there were two couches and a coffee table facing the wall of televisions that he’d put up to follow the stock market. To the right was a shelf that had crystal vases filled with an assortment of whiskey and a painted self-portrait hanging above it. The only thing missing was a fireplace with a bear skin rug on the floor. An upper-class hunting lodge came to mind.
I was nervous to start a conversation, but I knew I had to talk to him about my father. To this day, my father had blamed Tanner for the fact that he was not still part of MJ. I hadn’t told him where I was working, and I needed to be sure Tanner kept that to himself as well. I didn’t want to cause any problems at home, but I knew this kind of experience could catapult my career.
“Tanner,” I said, folding my hands in my lap.
“Yes,” he said putting down his file and looking at me.
“I know that you and my dad, well, you aren’t on the best of terms,” I said nicely. “I wanted to know, well I guess, I more wanted to tell you that I haven’t let him know this is where I’m working now. I don’t plan on telling him either.”
“I completely understand.” he chuckled. “Your father still has hard feelings toward me?”
“Well, you know how he can hold a grudge.” I laughed. “I’m pretty sure he’s still mad from the time I spilled grape juice on him, and I was nine back then.”
“I do miss him sometimes,” he said, laughing hard. “He would have loved where the company went, but his choice was family, and I can respect that.”
“He’s happy,” I said, smiling. “Sometimes I think he wonders what could have been if he’d stayed at MJ, but then he sees me. We laugh and talk, and he remembers why he made the sacrifice.”
“How’s your mother?”
“Grumpy and snobby as always.” I chuckled. “I thought she would soften as she aged, but I was wrong. She’s a brick house now.”
“She never liked me,” he said.
I sat back, talking to him about the family, reminiscing about the times he would come over and barbecue when I was a kid and about all the memories he had of my dad and himself. He was really a great guy when you caught him at the right moment. He was also an incredibly handsome man. I had always had a thing for older men, and I could even remember crushing hard on Tanner when I was about sixteen, just about the time he and my father had parted ways. Sitting here in front of him, it was like he hadn’t aged a day. He was almost fifty years old, and I was half that age, but he always had some sweet young thing on his arm. It was no secret he was into the younger women.
Tanner was never one to slack on his appearance, and from the look of how his muscles filled out the arms and chest of his designer shirt, he was still going to the gym on a regular basis. He had dark brown hair, almost black, with just the tiniest hint of silver when he turned his head toward the light. He kept it longer on top and pushed back, with the sides trimmed perfectly, as if he went by the barber’s every single morning. But that wasn’t the only thing that made him hot as hell. It was the kind of man he was, too. He was ambitious. Surrounded with the future of marketing and finance, he was goal driven, and work was what satisfied him about life. He didn’t take much of anything else seriously, including his relationships, and I kind of felt like I was the female version of him.
Tanner’s strong will and desire to succeed was sexier than his biceps, and I couldn’t help but picture him close to me as I sat in the chair. I mean, there was no way I was going to have an affair with Tanner. He was too old for me and the head of a billion-dollar company, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t daydream about it. I had to get my kicks somewhere since my dating life was null and void except for the guy my mom had tried to set me up with from the country club. He was the most boring rich boy I had ever met, and I ended up leaving him at the restaurant and grabbing a cab while he was in the bathroom. I really didn’t know what I expected out of someone my mother had chosen.
I went through the rest of the day following either Tanner or the head of finance around the building, learning what my role would be. The learning curve was steep, but I had enough education between college and my internship that I was only slightly overwhelmed. When I left that evening, I waved at Tanner, and I almost thought I could feel him staring at my legs as I walked. Maybe all the times throughout the day when I thought he’d been flirting, I might not have imagined it all. I put the thought out of my head, trying to keep myself on task, and took the elevator to the lobby where I walked outside and grabbed a cab to Pier 49, the bar where I was meeting my best friend, Brianna.
Brianna was my voice of reason, the girl who kept my ambitious feet firmly planted on the ground. She didn’t let me get too far ahead of myself when I was running toward the edge. She was sassy and smart and always had men falling all over themselves for her, though she never really noticed. She was athletic with curvy hips, a tiny waist, and huge tits. Her long brown hair spilled out over her shoulders, and she hadn’t needed anything more than a touch of blush and a smile since we were in college.