Full Figured 4: Carl Weber Presents

by Weber, Natalie

  “Change of plans.”

  “Huh? Why? Okay, I can be ready in ten.” Amber kissed him.

  “Well, since we have missed our reservation ... And, by the way, it cost a lot to get a table where people are waiting months for a reservation. But never mind that. We can still have a good time.” Stephen brushed her hair back with his hand and grabbed her by the hand. He led her through the master bedroom into her bathroom.

  Amber saw the bubble bath and melted.

  “So let’s get you in there ... ,” Stephen said, starting to undress Amber. He removed her shirt, then her bra. He kissed her body, moving slowly to remove her skirt. He stopped abruptly. “Why is it that you have no panties on?” Stephen stepped back.

  “Ummm ... I ...” Amber’s hesitation didn’t help her prevent an argument.

  “Is that why you were late?” Stephen slowly walked over to the tub and shut off the water, then took a seat on the covered toilet. He bowed his head.

  Amber walked over to him and placed her hand on top of his head. “Baby, my panties were bothering me, so I removed them. What makes you think I was doing something else?”

  “I don’t know... . Maybe ’cause you were late ... and that’s not like you when it comes to me ... so it makes it different when your ass comes home with no panties!”

  Stephen took this opportunity to start an argument so he could leave. He pushed her hand away from his head. “You know what? I’m going home to do some work. Enjoy your bath. Oh, yeah, your surprise is in the top drawer of the nightstand.” Stephen walked past her and down the stairs to the front door.

  “Stephen, please don’t do this. You are making a mistake.” Amber stood at the top of the staircase, fuming.

  Stephen stood at the front door and then turned around. “Mistake? And what mistake would that be?” He placed his finger on his chin, as if he were thinking. “Forgetting to put your panties on after your little whatever? Fuck this. After all this time you been with me, you want to throw everything away!”

  “Okay, so let me get this straight. You are leaving because I was late or because I didn’t have any panties on? You know what? You are a true asshole, ’cause you know you are the only man I’ve been with, and you are the only one I want to be with. So, if you wanna leave, go right ahead, but just remember, I may not be here when you decide to return.” Amber stormed into her room, grabbed the tiny box out of the nightstand. She returned to the top of the stairs to see that he had already left. She threw the box as hard as she could toward the front door.

  Stephen parked in front of Candy’s complex and dialed her number. “Hey, baby, would you like to take a little trip?”

  “Right now? For how long?” Candy asked.

  “We should be back by morning. Just come out in something spectacular, and no panties. I’m waiting.” Stephen hung up the phone and dialed his private jet pilot. He spoke briefly and indicated he wanted to go to New York for the night. He said he was on his way to Miami International and he would be there in forty minutes.

  Candy walked to his car, wearing an Oscar de la Renta tiny, strapless black dress. The dress hugged her body as if it were painted on. She opened the car door. “Is this good enough?”

  “Yes, it is ... . Yes, it is ... .” Stephen smiled from ear to ear. “I hope you like the New York nightlife. There is a club called Greenhouse I want to check out.”

  “Fine with me, and as long as you’re happy. I’m here to please you.” She kissed Stephen passionately and rubbed her hand along his growing dick.

  “We better save that for the plane ride. We will have two hours to spare, and besides, I think my dues are up for the Mile High Club.” Stephen placed his hand on her thigh and laughed as he drove out of her complex. They headed to the airport for their departure.

  Amber walked into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. “Damn, what a stupid bitch you are!” she spat at herself and turned to the shower. She turned on the hot water and got in. She let the water soothe her aching heart and swollen flesh from her earlier play session. Amber wanted to call Stephen, but she shook the thought from her mind. If she wanted to keep her man, she would have to play the game right. She made a mental note to check in with the ex-agent to see how her investigation was going.

  When she finally stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off and grabbed her silk robe. Then she entered her bedroom and saw rose petals all over her bed and lit scented candles all around. She hadn’t noticed them before. She felt even worse now, so she descended to the kitchen for the opened bottle of champagne—a true fix for her reckless behavior and disappointment. She heard an echoing ringing sound coming from the foyer. Maybe he fell for it, she thought, rushing to the front door.

  “Damn, it’s just my phone.” She walked to the staircase and retrieved her phone from her purse. ROBERT POLLAND MISSED CALL was displayed on the screen. “What the fuck does he want?” She contemplated calling back and decided that she would. “Might as well call back. I got nothing else to do tonight.” Amber picked up her purse and walked to her patio office with the bottle of champagne.

  She dialed Robert’s number. “Hey, Robert. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower. What’s up?” She logged on to her laptop and took a seat at her desk.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like to call me back?”

  “No, not at all. My plans got spoiled,” Amber said, still disappointed at Stephen’s reaction.

  “Sorry to hear that. I don’t want to take too much of your time, but I was waiting for your e-mail with the client list. Do you think you can send it to me now?” Robert asked.

  “I just pressed the SEND button. You should see it shortly.” Amber let out a sigh.

  “Ahh, yes, I have it in my in-box now.” Robert sensed something was wrong. “Amber, are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Nothing a few drinks can’t fix.” Amber laughed.

  Robert chuckled. “So, what are you drinking, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “Oh, one of my favorite champagnes, Perrier-Jouët Rosé.” Amber took another swig from the bottle.

  “I don’t think I have ever had that... . As you may know, I really don’t know much about the finer things in life,” Robert said with a little embarrassment in his voice.

  “Oh, please! The finer things in life aren’t always the best. What do you like to drink?”

  “I actually like beer. A nice cold Heineken is my favorite.” Robert smiled.

  “Yes, I can definitely feel that, and don’t tell me you like it with fried chicken,” Amber joked.

  “Oh, see you got jokes. Actually, I like it best with some steamed shrimp, crawfish, and crabs. Something like an Old Bay—seasoned seafood boil. Have you ever had that?”

  “That’s my favorite, but I don’t get to have it that much. My boyfriend thinks it’s too much work, but I actually love the work.”

  Robert paused. “Well, maybe one day I can cook it for you. I better let you go. I got a schedule to organize.”

  Amber took another swig from the bottle. I need the company, she thought. “Why don’t we do it together? That way you will be done in no time.”

  “How can I refuse help from the master organizer? Of course ... I would like that.” Robert smiled from ear to ear.

  Amber was on the phone for an hour with Robert. She laughed and joked like he was an old school buddy. She just didn’t know what it was, but she was comfortable with him. She could just be herself, not the person her father wanted her to be. As a young child, she was taught by her father that life was always better when you had money, and when you earned your own, there was a bigger pride within.

  All she knew about Robert was that his father had just died and had left him the company. After their hour-long conversation, however, she found it rather strange that he hadn’t worked in the car business with his father. She didn’t want to seem nosy, but she really wanted to know why. Amber got the sense that his upbringing was far different from hers.

 
Chapter 6

  It was six o’clock when the alarm went off. Robert turned over and hit the snooze button. He hated waking up early, but he knew that his father would be proud. Robert lay in bed and looked up at the ceiling, remembering the last conversation with his father.

  “Son, I want you to learn the business and guide your siblings to the bigger picture. I know your sister and brother can be slackers at times, and your mother will need your help to keep them on the right track. So, I am asking you... Put your singing aside and help your mother. She can’t handle it alone. You know your sister is working only until she finishes law school and your brother ... Well, let’s just be thankful he hasn’t robbed us blind with his addictions. I need you, son. My days are limited, and I want to go to rest in peace knowing that everything will be all right.”

  “Pop, please, you know I will do anything for you and the family. I know Mom can’t handle those two without backup,” Robert said with sadness in his voice.

  His father coughed uncontrollably. After five minutes he spoke in a slow, low tone. “Son, I’m not saying you should give up your dream, but just put it to the side until you can find ...” He began to cough again.

  “Take it easy, Pop. I get it... . Don’t worry about it... .” He poured a cup of water for his father. A bell sounded, and his father began to grab his chest. The nurses rushed into the room. Robert stood there, watching them try to keep his father alive. He left the room to call his mother and siblings to inform them that they should come down to the hospital and say their final good-byes. His father died the next morning of respiratory failure.

  “Two packs a day for twenty-five years ... damn, Pop,” Robert said out loud. He rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom to relieve himself. He turned the shower on and let the water run. He walked back into his room to turn the radio on. They were playing “Dance with My Father” by Luther Vandross, and Robert couldn’t fight back the tears in his eyes as he slowly walked back into the bathroom to shower.

  Stephen awoke ten minutes before landing on the taxiway of Miami International Airport. He looked beside him and saw Candy, naked, with only her four-inch Prada stilettos on, and soundly asleep. He began to suck on her nipples to wake her.

  “Mmm ... ,” Candy moaned.

  “Come on, baby. We only have about five minutes before we land ... and I need to cum... .” Robert sat back on the butter leather recliner and motioned for Candy to climb on top of him.

  Candy’s head began to spin as she rose to accommodate her sugar daddy but lost her balance and ended up on the floor.

  Stephen laughed. “I think you partied a little too hard. You want something to wake you up? A line? I still got one of those happy pills... .”

  “Steph—”

  Before Candy could finish calling his name, she puked all over the floor of the jet.

  “Fuck!” Stephen shouted and rang for one of the crew members immediately.

  A door slid open, and a short, young, red-haired woman stepped out. “Yes, sir? How may I help you?”

  “Can you do something with this bitch and clean this shit up?” Stephen’s stomach began to knot, and he himself felt like barfing. He covered his nose and walked toward the back of the jet. “When is this shit going to land? I have to get off this motherfucker ... ,” he said. His muffled voice echoed.

  “Sir, the plane is approaching the taxiway now. Please, have a seat. You will be off in less than sixty seconds. Your car will be waiting for you. Please, have a seat,” she said with a clear, calming voice.

  Stephen took a seat while he watched the red-haired woman open a cabinet and pull out an orange bag. She unzipped the bag and removed two small white sticks. She broke them in half and waved them under Candy’s nose. “Okay, miss. Take it easy. Can you sit up?”

  Candy shook her head and just lay on the floor.

  “Sir, we have landed. You can exit now,” The red-haired woman stated.

  Stephen stood still and just stared at Candy on the floor, with disappointment written all over his face. He reached into his pocket for his money clip. He peeled off five one-hundred-dollar bills, crumbled them with his hand, and dropped them on her naked body. He exited the jet and told himself that Candy needed a new sugar daddy.

  Trevor arrived early at the garage, wanting to make sure his opportunity wasn’t noticeable to others. He didn’t know what to expect from Amber given their close encounter the day before. He already knew that he couldn’t get her pregnant. At a young age he was in a bad bicycle accident, which decreased his ability to produce live sperm.

  Usually, after any act Trevor had with a woman, they were all over him the next day. He knew it would be different with Amber. He had a plan that could be a bit compromising, but he was ready to put it all in and prayed he had a straight flush. He looked around the garage and saw only one coworker there. Trevor glanced at his watch. Shit, I only got ’bout an hour before it gets crowded, he thought. He waited impatiently. Finally, the breakfast truck arrived. Like clockwork, his sole coworker quickly headed to the truck outside.

  Okay, now is the perfect time. Let’s get it poppin’, Trevor’s mind chimed. He looked around to make sure no one was in sight. He picked up his knapsack and hurried to Amber’s office, then opened the door. Evidence of their fuck session yesterday was everywhere. Folders with invoices were scattered over the floor. He walked behind her desk and scanned it for her tissue box container. He opened his knapsack and pulled out another tissue box container, then replaced it with the one on her desk. Trevor zipped up his knapsack and headed out of the office with a smile of accomplishment on his face. He dropped his knapsack by his work area and leisurely walked to the breakfast truck. His cell phone vibrated. Trevor pulled out his phone, then read the incoming text message.

  Are u done?

  Trevor replied, All good. Turn it on.

  Now, I just have to get those panties one more time. He smiled at the thought.

  Chapter 7

  Amber walked into the office around quarter to ten in the morning with her daily latte from Starbucks. She sipped her coffee, ingesting the hot liquid. She walked through the garage and saw Trevor working on a car. At that instant her mind and body felt their passion-filled interlude from the previous evening. That’s the shit that got me in trouble, she thought as she opened the door to her office. “Oh, what the fuck,” Amber mumbled under her breath, through her teeth. She walked in and closed the door, then locked it.

  Amber didn’t want to be reminded of what caused Stephen to leave her, and she definitely didn’t want her father to walk in and see her office in such disarray. She started to pick up all the folders and papers on the floor. She came across her torn panties, covered by some papers under her desk. She picked them up and quickly threw them in the garbage.

  After cleaning her office, she sat at her desk and logged in to her computer. She reached for her cell phone but got interrupted by a knock at her door. “Come in,” she said, forgetting that the door was locked.

  There was another knock at the door, and this time a familiar voice called her name. “Amber ... is everything okay?”

  “Oh, one moment ...” Amber quickly jumped up to unlock the door. She looked around to make sure nothing was out of place. “Good morning, Daddy. How are you?”

  “I think the question is, are you okay? Since when did you start locking doors? Is there something I should be aware of?” Ray Couture questioned with concern.

  “Daddy, I’m a big girl now. I must have locked it by accident. I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong. What’s up?” Amber smiled and motioned for her father to have a seat.

  “Just wanted an update on our detailing department.”

  “Oh, Daddy, come on. Detailing department . . .” Amber chuckled. “I love how you are able to make something small sound so big. And I guess Robert is”—Amber tried to fight her laughter—“the chief executive of this department, huh?”

  “Ha-ha. Haven’t I taught you that when you’re given
a title, your prestige and self-confidence become more effective, for the company’s benefit. So, Ms. Vice President, let me ask you again. How is our detailing department looking?” Ray smiled.

  “Funny ... Too bad that title shit don’t work on me.” She turned to her computer and typed. “Let’s see... . Actually, everything is on the up-and-up. I have gotten some good feedback from our clients as well. So, everything is good with our chief executive... .” Amber laughed.

  “Okay. Then I guess if there aren’t any other issues, I can conclude this business meeting.” Ray rose from his seat and headed to the door.

  “Dad, there is one thing... . Can you tell me why you hired Trevor?” Amber asked.

  “Is there a problem with him?” Ray asked with a serious face.

  “Well, I know how much you like his work... . And don’t get me wrong, he is one of our best, but ... I have noticed some lateness and minor equipment missing ... and ...” Amber dropped some hints about wanting Trevor to be fired.

  “Okay, I don’t think I can keep it from you any longer.” Ray stood up and walked over to close the door. “The deal with Trevor is that me and his father were great friends at one time, and he begged me to bring him over here from New York and give him a job. He wanted his only son to live to see his twenty-second birthday. Trevor was in some trouble with not going to school, drug dealing, gang affiliations, and even involvement with stolen cars, so—”

  “What the fuck? Stolen cars! Dad, are you serious?” Amber stood and began to pace the floor of her office.

  “Honey, everything has been fine up until now... . I mean, you did say that he was slacking and there has been some missing equipment, right? Listen, he has been here working and not getting into any trouble for the past two years, and now that his probation is finished at the end of the week, he knows that he can either stay or go. I will have one of the security guards look through the surveillance footage and see if we have a problem. For now I want you just to keep cool and calm. I will have a talk with him later on today to make sure things are right ... because you know there’s nothing worse than being fucked by someone who’s benefited off you.” Ray walked over to his daughter and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, assuring her everything would be fine.