Seduction

by Velvet

  “OHMYGOD!!”

  Sage’s eyes popped open, but Roy kept sucking. He was in a zone and oblivious to the sudden interruption. “Uhh…uhh…” Sage stuttered, and tried to extract his dick from Roy’s mouth, but the suction was too tight. “TERRA, what are you doing here!?”

  Her eyes were glued to the back of Roy’s head bobbing up and down on Sage’s dick. “Your secretary wasn’t at her desk, so I just came in,” she said in a low monotone voice, as if in shock. “Guess, I came at the wrong time,” she said, still staring at Roy slobbering all over Sage’s cock.

  “Terra, it’s not—” Before he could finish his sentence she had rushed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her. “FUCK!” Sage screamed at the top of his lungs.

  Hearing that four-letter word, Roy stopped sucking, wiped his mouth with his monogrammed shirt sleeve, got up off his knees, and said, “You want to be the fucker or the fuckee?”

  Sage snatched his pants and underwear off the floor and quickly put them on. “Roy, this meeting is over. You have to leave right now,” he said, buckling his belt and hastily tucking his shirttail into the waistband of his pants.

  “What’s the matter? Didn’t you like the dual action B.J.?” he asked, confused as to why Sage had suddenly switched gears.

  “Didn’t you hear my friend walk in on us?”

  “Yeah, I did. But your juices were just beginning to flow and I didn’t want to stop. You were tasting so good. Besides, what was the use in stopping at that point? She had already walked in on us. Who was that anyway?”

  “My friend Terra,” Sage said nervously.

  “Is that your girlfriend?” Roy asked nonchalantly.

  “No, not really.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  Sage began pacing in front of his desk. He didn’t know how he could explain getting his dick sucked by another man without sounding gay or bisexual. “The problem is she knows my family extremely well, and I can’t risk her telling my father what she just walked in on.”

  “You really think she’d go running to your old man? Anyway, so what if she did? You are the CEO of this conglomerate, not your father.”

  “It’s more complicated than that. Even though my father is retired, he’s still the majority stockholder and can replace me at his discretion. My dad is from the old school and extremely traditional. He’s been on my back lately about getting married, so if he found out I was a liberal lover, he’d be morally disappointed and would probably disinherit me. I don’t own Hirschfield Publishing or Hirschfield Multimedia outright like you own your company, so you see I have more at stake than you do.”

  “I feel for you.” Roy shook his head. “I’m glad my fate isn’t in the hands of anyone but the big guy upstairs,” he said, straightening his clothes before gathering his belongings.

  Sage walked Roy to the door. “I don’t think we should have another face-to-face meeting. It’s just too risky. Next time, send over one of your associates. Once this project is complete, maybe we can hang out at Lena’s sometime.”

  “No problem,” Roy said, and opened the door to leave.

  Sage looked into the outer office and couldn’t believe his eyes. There, standing at the secretary’s desk, was his father, talking to Terra. From where he stood, he couldn’t hear what they were saying, but only hoped it wasn’t his worst nightmare come true. He quickly shot Roy a look that read “get out of here.”

  Roy briskly brushed past Terra and the elder Hirschfield without saying a word and made a beeline straight to the bank of elevators.

  Terra looped her arm through Mr. Hirschfield’s and walked toward Sage. “I was just telling your father…”

  Sage’s vision began to get blurry and his ears started ringing. Hearing the beginning of her sentence, it sounded like she had already blurted out his dirty secret, and Sage thought that he was about to faint, but her next words brought him back to life.

  “…that we had such a great time at Chanterelle, and what a beautiful pearl necklace you gave me for graduation,” she said, smiling like nothing was out of order.

  “That’s my boy.” He slapped his son on the back with fatherly pride. “Exquisite food and exquisite jewelry. I taught him well. And now he has an exquisite woman,” he said, looking from Terra to Sage. “So, you two, when are you going to make it official?” he asked, totally out of left field.

  Sage was afraid to make eye contact with Terra, so he turned around toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go into my office,” he said, avoiding the question and ushering them inside. “The temp should be back any minute with Starbucks,” he said, trying to make small talk.

  Henry Hirschfield sat on the tufted leather sofa and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit here, Terra, and tell me, when are you going to marry my handsome son?”

  After witnessing Sage getting his dick sucked by another man, Terra was repulsed. In her mind, men on the down low were sleazy, in public they wanted to front with beautiful women, but in private they wanted to butt-fuck other men. Her initial thought was to out Sage, but she knew that information would destroy his father, so she used her acting skills instead. She smiled and said, “Mr. Hirschfield, we’re both too young to be getting married. There’s plenty of time for white lace and wedding cake.”

  “Fiddlesticks! When I was your age, I was married with a family.” He shook his head. “I just don’t understand you young folks today.”

  “Dad, don’t put Terra on the spot,” Sage said, coming to her rescue. “Anyway, I’m sure she didn’t come here to talk about marriage and babies.”

  Terra got up to leave. “As a matter of fact, I’m late for an appointment,” she said, glancing down at her silver Rolex. “Give me a call later, Sage, so we can talk.”

  That was one conversation that he was dreading. “Okay,” he said, and walked her to the door.

  “So what brings you by?” he asked his father once Terra was gone.

  “I read the latest quarterly statements and since you’ve been in charge, our earnings have increased across the board. And it’s all due to you breathing fresh new ideas into this old company. Like your idea to expand into the movie industry. I think that was genius. Since there are very few soundstages located in New York, we’ll have a major foothold on the East Coast. Son, I just can’t tell you how proud I am of you.”

  Sage glanced over at the conference table where only a few minutes ago he was getting his dick sucked by another man. If his father had walked in instead of Terra, this conversation would have a totally different slant. He silently thanked his lucky stars and returned his focus back to his father who was still singing his praises.

  24

  MASON WAS in his office crunching numbers on his calculator. He should’ve been calculating vendor invoices, payroll, and new membership numbers, but he was busy dissecting his personal finances. After hearing Terra say that she loved him, he couldn’t risk telling her the truth—even love had its limits—and he knew his past would be a deal breaker. Terra was extremely private and wouldn’t want her name associated with a seedy blackmail scheme, which was sure to be splashed all over the tabloids, if the secret was ever exposed. So, Mason was willing to do whatever it took to keep those pictures and videos from ever seeing the light of day, and that included emptying his bank account and borrowing against his condo. He had saved over two hundred thousand dollars for med school, but his relationship with Terra was more important than going back to school. He didn’t have much equity in his condo, since he had recently bought it, and could only borrow fifty thousand, but he wouldn’t get that money for another week. He was short three-quarters of a million dollars, and had no way of coming up with the rest of the money. Mason leaned down and began slowly banging his forehead on top of the desk out of desperation. He thought about going down to Mexico and selling a kidney, but the way his luck was running, he’d probably end up gutted on some butcher’s table, never to be seen or heard from again.

  “Whoa there, you
’re going to break the desk if you keep that up,” Trey said, walking into the office and watching Mason assault the furniture.

  Mason raised his head and had a forlorn expression plastered across his face. He wasn’t expecting Trey and was caught off guard. He was feeling lower than low and hated to be seen at his worst, but Trey was not only his boss, he was a friend, and true friends understood moments like this. “Hey, man,” he finally said.

  “Yo, dude, what’s up with you? You look like your puppy died.” Trey chuckled, trying to make Mason laugh, but his joke didn’t work, because Mason didn’t crack a smile.

  “I wish it were that simple; then I’d just get a new puppy. But this is way more serious,” he said, holding his head in his hands.

  Trey sat down in front of Mason’s desk and asked in a sincere voice, “What’s the matter?”

  Mason didn’t know where to start. There was no way he was going to tell Trey about his homosexual indiscretion back in college. He wasn’t gay or bisexual, or on the DL like some men. He never even fucked Rico. He just let the little faggot give him some head a few times, when his girlfriend wasn’t around and he was feeling horny. Now, his lack of good judgment as a teen was coming back to haunt him as a man. If only he’d kept his hormones in check—then and now—then none of this would be happening. But without telling Trey about Rico, how could he tell him about the blackmail scheme? “Trust me, this is one story you don’t want to hear.”

  “Try me. Being in this business, I’ve heard just about everything under the sun, so nothing you say can surprise me,” he said, reassuring his friend.

  Even though Trey sounded convincing, some things needed to be left unsaid, and having his dick sucked by another man was one of them. “Let’s just say, I’ve got women trouble.”

  “Now that’s my specialty,” Trey said, pulling his chair closer to the desk and resting his elbows on the edge. “Does this have anything to do with Ms. Benson? I remember you telling me that she was ‘the one.’ Don’t tell me she’s broken your heart already.”

  “No, man, she’s in love with me,” he said. Mason could still hear those three little words she whispered to him, and instantly a smile brightened his face.

  “If you love her and she loves you, then what’s the problem? She’s not engaged to be married to someone else, is she?” he asked, thinking about his own sordid past.

  Mason’s smile quickly faded. “No, it’s nothing like that.” Mason wished that was his problem. Another man he could deal with, but being blackmailed was in an entirely different league, an area in which he had no prior experience.

  “Okay, now you’ve got me stumped. Come on, man, tell me, because I’m tired of guessing.”

  “Let’s just say, I’ve got to pay off a lowlife photographer, or else he’s going to give the tabloids plenty of material to print in their rags,” he said, his somber tone returning.

  “How much?”

  Mason didn’t want to tell Trey that the ransom for the pictures was one million dollars, because he knew an amount that huge would raise more questions, and he’d shared all that he was willing to share, so he just said, “More than I got.”

  “Sorry to hear that, man. I guess dating an heiress isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. With the paparazzi hounding her down, I’m sure it’s hard to have any privacy.”

  “Yeah, it’s tough,” Mason agreed, even though that wasn’t the problem either. He could dodge paparazzi, but he couldn’t dodge Rico.

  “Well, this must be your lucky day, because the reason I came by was to give you this,” he said, handing Mason a white envelope.

  “What is it?”

  “A bonus. Since you’ve been managing the downtown club, membership has nearly doubled. You keep inventing new theme rooms that the clients love and the word of mouth is spreading like wildfire. The Black Door is so popular with the ladies that I’m going to have to open a club in every major city across America.” Trey beamed like a proud papa ready to procreate another offspring.

  “Thanks, Trey, this couldn’t have come at a better time.”

  “You deserve it, you’re an awesome manager. Now, I’ve got to run. I have a lunch meeting uptown with an architectural firm to check out their portfolio. If they’re good, I’ll let you know so we can meet with them regarding designing the new theme room,” Trey said, getting up to leave. He walked to the door, and then turned around. “Keep your head up. I’m sure everything will work out fine.”

  “From your mouth to God’s ears,” Mason said solemnly.

  Once Trey was gone, Mason tore open the envelope and took out his bonus, which was a check for twenty-five thousand dollars. Any other time he would have been ecstatic about getting unexpected money, but this wouldn’t even put a dent in his deficit. He folded the check, put it in his shirt pocket, went into the closet, took out his backpack, and left the office.

  It was nearly three o’clock, so Mason jogged four blocks to the bank before it closed. He filled out a withdrawal slip and stood in line. As he waited his turn, he glanced down at the amount on the paper, and couldn’t believe that he was getting ready to take out his hard-earned savings and hand it over to that scum Rico. This money was earmarked for his education. Now it would probably be used to cut off Rico’s dick and construct a fake pussy. What a freak of nature, Mason thought, and made his way to the window.

  “How may I help you today?” asked the teller.

  “I’d like to make a withdrawal, and I’d like to cash this check.”

  She looked at the amount on the withdrawal slip. “For an amount this large, you’ll have to see one of our personal bankers.”

  Mason walked in the direction of where the personal bankers sat. He had a personal banker, but the situation with Rico had his mind twisted and he wasn’t thinking straight, that’s why he walked directly to the teller initially. “I need to make a withdrawal,” Mason told the banker, once he sat down.

  “Sure, I can help you with that. Can I see your driver’s license?”

  Mason reached in his wallet and handed over his identification.

  After typing Mason’s information into the system, the banker asked, “How much would you like to withdraw today, Mr. Anthony?”

  “Two hundred thousand.”

  The banker looked shocked. “Mr. Anthony, that’ll only leave you with a hundred dollars in your account. Are you sure you want to make such a large withdrawal?” he quizzed Mason.

  “Yes,” he said simply, without offering an explanation. It was his money, and he didn’t feel the need to explain why he wanted his cash.

  “Oh, I see. Would you like that in a cashier’s check?”

  “No. Cash.”

  “Oh.” The banker’s face registered another shocked expression. He typed an approval code in the computer, and then said, “You can go back to the teller, and she’ll be happy to count out your money. Have a nice day, Mr. Anthony.”

  His day was turning out to be anything but nice. Mason nodded his head in response and returned to the teller. He told her he wanted large and small bills. Mason figured that a backpack full of cash would look more enticing than a check for a quarter of what Rico was demanding. Since the funds from his condo wouldn’t be available for another week, he had to make the backpack look like it was bursting with money.

  The teller counted out two hundred twenty-five thousand dollars, and he put the bundles of cash in his backpack. With only one hundred dollars left in his savings account, Mason felt like a broke loser.

  Outside, he took Rico’s card out of his back pocket, flipped open his cell phone, and made the dreaded call.

  “Hello?” purred a female voice on the other end.

  Mason was caught totally off guard and asked, “Rico, is that you?”

  “I told you, my name is Missy now,” she snapped, changing her demure tone into a harsher one.

  “Whatever, dude,” Mason said, purposely referring to Missy as a man.

  “I hope you didn’t call to insult
me. I hope you’re calling because you have a cashier’s check for me,” she said, her voice turning soft again.

  “I have something better than a cashier’s check. I have cash,” he said, as if he had the entire amount. “And it’s all for you, on one condition,” Mason said, laying down the rules and taking control of the situation.

  Missy’s ears perked up. Cash was right up her alley. Now there would be no paper trail with the bank. She could put the money in a safe deposit box and access it anytime she wanted without the government ever knowing that she was a millionaire. “I’m listening.”

  “First, I want you to gather the videos, the pictures, and the negatives, and put them in a bag. Then I want you to type a letter saying that any photographs or video of Terra Benson or Mason Anthony taken by Rico Sanns or Missy whatever your last name is have been digitally altered and are fake, not to be used by any publication or shown on any entertainment show. Then I want you to have the letter notarized, and when we make the trade-off, I want the evidence along with the note. Is that clear?”

  Missy thought about it for a minute, weighing her options. She didn’t like the idea of signing her name in front of a notary public and admitting that the pictures were bogus, but on the other hand, with a million dollars, she could get her operation, quit dancing, buy the condo that she lived in, and finally become a lady of leisure. “Okay, you got a deal,” she said, agreeing to his terms.

  “Meet me at eight o’clock in the lobby of the Soho Grand and don’t be late,” Mason said sternly.

  “I’ll be there. Just have my money,” Missy said, and hung up.

  Mason made a beeline home, unwrapped the bundles of cash, and dumped the money back into the backpack. With the bills loose, it looked like some serious loot and it was hard to see at first glance how much money was actually in the bag. His plan was to give Rico the backpack, take the notarized letter, and get the hell out of the hotel before Rico had a chance to count the money and realize that he had been gypped. Now if the plan worked, Mason would be home free, but if it didn’t, he was screwed.