This is a continuation of the Martyn's storyline from my previous contribution called Charlie's Ex. You don't have to read the previous story, but there are references to it. I have tried to provide enough context that this story stands on its own.
I am sincerely trying to improve both my writing technique and character development. I would appreciate any comments or suggestions you might wish to share for this or any story I submit.
Thank you.
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I.
My boss is a bitch.
As a project manager Margot makes hard calls and tough decisions daily to keep things on-time and within budget. And she is good at it. If you're pulling your weight, she'll leave you alone. You're not going to get a lot of pats on the back, but we're all big boys out there and all we really want is a paycheck at the end of the week.
But if you should fuck something up, she will drop a ton of bricks on your head. I've seen her fire guys on the spot if they weren't meeting the schedule. Once, I saw her grab a piece of rebar and chase a big idiot off the job site. He thought it was a good idea to get up in her face to intimidate her.
But the worst part about her is that she is gorgeous. Not skinny model gorgeous, but like a pinup model from the 1940's. Like something you would see painted on the nose of a B-17 Flying Fortress.
She has raven black hair, dark olive skin, ample breasts, generous hips, a perfect ass, and long legs. It is hard to focus on work when she visits the job site.
She knows the effect that she has on the guys, but she never uses her feminine charms to make things happen. If anything, she dresses down at work. Somehow, she still exudes raw, erotic energy. Regardless, everyone that works for her long enough respects her skills in a role not often filled by a woman.
New guys, especially the cocky college kids working a summer job, will sometimes try to make some moves on her. It's always good for a laugh when one of the old-timers convinces a kid that she has a thing for young bucks. Watching them get shot down as they make their play is priceless.
It's obvious why she is so tempting to them. On those long, hot, summer days, I fantasize about her walking towards me, hips swaying as if she is on a fashion show runway. She glows with golden morning sunlight. She tosses her hard hat aside and shakes out her long, wavy, black hair in slow motion.
Of course she's wearing a thin, white cotton blouse, unbuttoned enough to reveal her substantial cleavage. I am mesmerized watching her tits bounce and jiggle evocatively with each step. It's so hot she will grab a convenient water hose and drench the front of her shirt to cool off. A fundamental law of sexual fantasies dictates that she forgot to wear a bra to work this day. Her large, dark nipples poke out as if to tear through her shirt.
I know it's a safety violation, but, in my daydream, she's wearing a tight denim skirt so short it barely covers her privates. For some reason she turns and bends to pick up a hammer. Setting her feet wide but keeping her long legs straight as she bends, she presents her ass in the most tantalizing way. A black thong rides deep into her butt crack, revealing the tinted darker skin around her asshole.
Maybe it's me, but the whole look is completed by the steel-toe Red Wing construction boots. If I could afford one, I would have to ask a therapist about the construction boots.
It's something to daydream about while I munch on my baloney sandwich and Flaming Hot Cheetos.
We're all so intimidated by Margot that we know next to nothing about her personal life. Is she married? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? We try to get a handle on her age. By consensus the guys in the crew think she's about 35. None of us is willing to bring it up with her. And then we put our lunch boxes back into our respective trucks and get back to work.
II.
I was having a hard time getting over my encounter with Cara, Charlie's ex-girlfriend. It felt so right to make love with her, but all she wanted was a sexual release and I was in the right place at the right time. Normally I'm ok with that, but I really hoped for more from her. However, she did not want to see me again. I reminded her of Charlie.
I bring that up to explain why I was drinking alone in a very upscale hotel bar. My local watering hole got shut down by the city for a rodent infestation, so I needed somewhere else to be. I heard this place had a good happy hour and a taco bar. I had not tried the taco bar yet, but the drinks were good and cheap, right up my alley.
The place was getting crowded, with an interesting assortment of young ladies, alone and in small groups. At my usual haunt, I go out in the same t-shirt and dirty jeans that I wore at work. At this place I thought it best if I cleaned up. I swore a dark grey Henley shirt with tight, blue, slim fit chinos. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and confirmed this outfit really accentuates my golden tan, muscular chest, and narrow waist.
The subtle glances and outright stares that I got from several of the women should have cheered me up, but I was not feeling it. I politely declined a few offers from some very attractive ladies with the excuse that I was waiting for someone. Soon enough the message got out and I was grateful to be left alone.
I was so engrossed in staring into my drink that I didn't notice the person who sat on the barstool next to me. It wasn't until I felt a delicate hand on my forearm that I realized that the woman was trying to get my attention. I turned, ready to make my usual excuse.
"Margot?" Shocked as I was, I could not help but notice the sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels. Her hair, spilling elegantly over her shoulders, gave me the clue that she was meeting someone. The bountiful cleavage she displayed suggested that it was someone really special.
"Why are you here?" Her dark eyes flared. "Did you follow me?"
"I'm just blowing off some steam after work. Maybe get a taco."
She looked me over, as if to see if my posture would confirm the story. "I've never seen you here before."
"So, you come here a lot?"
"None of your business."
"I had no idea you were here," I said. "I'm trying to drown out the world. The last thing I want to see is you."
She seemed almost offended. "Bullshit," she snapped. "I know how the crew watch me. Especially you."
"Why especially me?"
"Because you know that you might have a chance to fuck me."
I drew back. I knew no such thing.
"Look at you," she said. "You're like a shy cowboy."
"I'm not that shy," I said. "I talk to my share of women."
"Talk? Is that all?"
"No, of course not. But I'm not on the hunt all the time. I want to talk with a woman who interests me. Maybe I like to develop a connection before I fuck them senseless."
