Wednesday
How do you know when it's time to call it off?
Maybe when he's packed your bags for you and tossed them outside on the driveway.
Asshole!
Claudia was more than a little cheesed off at being dumped. Again. She was one of those girls who always did the dumping – you know the type, cut and run before it gets out of hand and absolutely before your man sees all your flaws and imperfections!
Not this time. Claudia had fallen hook, line and sinker for Adam. Adam with the tight ass and tanned torso. Adam with the 'my place is bigger, move in with me' routine. Adam with the 'come here and fuck me' twinkle in his eyes. Adam who regularly dumped her. But this time, he seemed to really mean it. Claudia found herself wishing she had held off moving in with him.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck!"
What in fuck's name was she going to do now? Claudia stared at her bags piled in the drive and mentally checked off her loser list. No job. No apartment. No reliable friends to speak of and no point dwelling on his huge cock and plasma TV either... Fuuuuuuck!
Claudia grabbed her cell phone and dialled for a cab. Maybe she could call Daddy... not that she wanted to exactly. Their last encounter had been less than pleasant. What was it he said? "Get your pretty Princess ass out of my face". Charming to be sure!
Point of clarification; obviously her ass wasn't in his face exactly. Claudia cheerfully (and often) confessed to most of her sins and shagging her father wasn't one of them. Not that she'd turn him away if they weren't related – her Daddy was more than alright in the looks, charm and big cock stakes.
Half an hour later and Claudia's cab pulled up outside BigPrick Corporation. Okay, so that's not the name on the office stationery but it may as well have been. All suits and power lunches, corner offices and kiss and tell office politics. The modern day 'boys-own' adventure in the big city. Claudia took a deep breath and sashayed past the security guard narrowly avoiding his attempts at conversation. He always had the same lame drooling expression. (Claudia conveniently forgot that the lacy pink top she had donned that morning, with strategic buttons open to show matching lacy pink bra, was designed to elicit that exact same drooling expression from Adam!). She nipped into the elevator and shut the doors before the Receptionist could stop her.
Claudia stared at her reflection in the polished mirrors of the elevator and applauded herself for her sexy outfit and stylish good looks. She was a tasty brunette, wide-eyed and friendly with nice tits. Scrap that. GREAT tits. Adam loved her tits. Oh fuck. Adam. Claudia sighed audibly. No. She would not think about him. His well-defined biceps. His bulging thighs. His huge cock. His huuuuuuge cock.
Claudia was startled out of her reverie by a polite cough. She looked around at the only other person in the lift. A very good looking man, probably in his early 30s she guessed. He was polished but sexy in a superbly fitted business suit; smart hair cut and carried the unmistakable whiff of expensive cologne. Claudia smiled inwardly and mentally purred. Adam or no Adam she could recognise talent when she saw it.
"I'm Dave". He put his hand forward and introduced himself.
"But of course you are" smiled Claudia.
"I've seen you before, haven't I?"
Original opener. NOT.
"I don't know, have you?" Claudia kept the smile but groaned to herself and turned back to face the doors. Shame. What a waste. But then good looks don't often come packaged with a personality to match, do they? She glanced at the digital display above the doors; twenty floors to go.
Dave shifted his stance and tried to unobtrusively adjust his underwear where a telltale bulge had emerged. Claudia hid a grin and watched his discomfort. It was always fun to see the impact she had on men. With an optimistic sigh, Claudia decided to put Dave out of his misery and reached for his belt. What the hell – we all need breakfast and talent is talent and maybe it would cheer her up. She dropped to her knees with practiced ease, knocking the emergency stop button as she went.
Barely five minutes later the lift doors finally opened and Claudia neatly stepped past the now dishevelled and slightly damp Dave. Despite writing him off as exciting in the same way a tax seminar might be, she couldn't resist a flirtatious wave as the doors closed.
"Claudia!"
Her father's voice boomed down the corridor.
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away. Your last stint here nearly ended in a lawsuit!"
Claudia arranged her face in an innocent expression and stood on tiptoe to kiss her Daddy's handsome face.
"Oh Daddy, it wasn't my fault your Vice-President couldn't keep his hands to himself." Affecting concern she asked "And how is his poor wife...?"
Claudia's father, perhaps better known hereon in as BigPrick himself, relaxed his stern expression and grinned. "She's fine - divorced him and is somewhere in the Pacific on a cruise I believe."
Claudia slid her arm through his and steered her Daddy back into his office and onto marginally safer territory.
Once inside and the barest of pleasantries about her mother exchanged, Claudia took a deep breath. "Daddy... I've got a little problem..."
He sighed. "Undoubtedly. It is YOU after all".
BigPrick leant against his desk with all the style and arrogance thirty years of being the best of the best afforded him.
