One Year Internship Ch 19 Wk 46

CHAPTER 19

Week 46

It is a beautiful crisp morning, on the last stretch of my run. I am pushing hard for a new personal best for a 10k. As I made the turn halfway through, I switched over to my favorite David Goggins motivational speech. It is the one where he calls us all pussies and tells us to push harder. It worked for me as I achieved a new personal record.

I am in such a good mood as I walk back to the Tri-Star facility. Achieving another goal is always good, but I am really feeling amazing. The breeze is blowing through my damp hair, and my body is tingling from that post exertion high. I am feeling positive about another great week, knowing I am so close to being done with this internship. My mind is wondering through the choices I need to make soon, where all of the options seem like good ones.

It is about a half mile back to the facility and just enough time to cool down. My mind is jumping from one good topic to another, as I soak in the moment the sun comes over the trees and finishes brightening my morning.

I find myself still reveling in last Friday evenings happenings. I killed it with Keith and Beth, giving them both a memorable experience. I am proud at how I took control and amazed a couple twice my age. The blowjob on the drive home was a nice touch that makes me giggle each time I think about it. I still surprise myself by the sexual experiences I keep having, even after several months of sucking and fucking every day.

As I round the corner and enter the parking lot, I continue my reflection of Friday. I followed up my time with Keith and Beth by seducing a couple guys in the gym, so that I could get my own satisfaction. It was unusually selfish of me, if I have to admit. I continue to smile as I consider how far I've come in the last ten months. I would have never had the courage to approach two men in a gym and tell them to fuck my brains out, even had I secretly wanted to.

Upon entering the building, my daze is broken, as I see an unexpected visitor waiting for me in the lobby. I ask, "A little early for you to be here on a Monday isn't it, Victor?"

He looked at his watch and nodded. "I need to talk to you, and it is a little urgent."

"Obviously if you are here at not quite seven in the morning. You could have just called me."

Victor frowned and replied, "This is too important, so I needed to see you."

"Okay, but you will have to walk with me as I have to shower and make it to a seven thirty appointment."

Victor started talking as we headed to my apartment. As any great salesman would, he opened with the ask right off the bat. "I need you to go to Vegas with me."

"Okay. For what?"

"An enormously, huge, insanely important sales opportunity."

"What makes it so big and why do we need to go to Vegas for it?"

"There is a company, Feluca Pharmaceuticals, I am sure you have heard of them?"

I nodded. They were one of the biggest niche pharma companies in all of North America.

As we exited the elevator onto the fifth floor, Victor continued, "We have an opportunity to sign a partnership with them. The benefit for us is that they will invest in our research. We are talking about hundreds of millions of dollars, Megan. And as we finalize and get government approval for our products, we will have a guaranteed seller. It will expand our reach out to individual consumers in addition to the corporations we sell to now. It could drive our company to double or triple in size in the next five to ten years."

We stopped outside my apartment. I looked at Victor and recognized how frantic he seemed. It was a mix of excitement and worry. I replied, "That sounds enormous. Why are you and I going as opposed to Jon?"

"Oh, Jon is going also."

"This all seems way too big for little o' me. Why do you need me to go?"

"Their CEO, and majority owner of Feluca Pharmaceuticals, is a little eccentric. He is a little over fifty years old and very wealthy. He is currently unmarried but has a son from a previous relationship. And he dotes on his son a lot. You could say he is more than spoiled."

"So, you need me to entertain his son, so you can do business with his dad?"

"Yes and no. You see, I think Jon and I can convince the dad of the business case. But I don't want to take any chances with his son distracting him or for his son to alter his thinking in any negative way. He can be very unpredictable and moody."

"So, you need me to entertain his son, so you can do business with his dad?"

"We need you to make sure his son is entertained, and happy, and that he is satisfied. We want to make sure anything he says to his dad over those few days is minimal, and positive, and supportive of what we are trying to accomplish."

I thought for a few moments, on what scenarios could come into play, and finally asked, "When do we leave?"

He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. After a few taps, I received a text. I looked at my phone and it was a boarding pass. "We leave tomorrow morning. Shana said she will help you get your calendar cleared. I knew you would be in."

Victor gripped my face in his hands at kissed my forehead. As he started to walk away, I called him back. I leaned into him and kissed him with some vigor. I retorted, "I am not your daughter. If you are going to kiss me, do it properly."

We exchanged a smile and I turned to go into my apartment. I looked at the clock in the kitchen and saw that I had twenty minutes to shower and get to the sixth floor for my first appointment.

I powered through my morning appointments with more efficiency than usual. Two out of my four customers commented that I had more energy than expected. I think it was because I was in such a good mood. In my opinion, at this very moment, life was amazing.

Shana booked the first opening I had, right before lunch. I assumed it was to review my calendar for the week and to move or cancel appointments. She was standing outside my apartment as I came out of the stairwell. "I have told you a bunch of times that you are welcome in my apartment whenever you want."

She replied, "I know you said that, but I still feel like that is your space and I want to respect that."

"We had this discussion months ago when I asked IT to give you badge access."

I let us in the apartment, and as soon as the door shut, Shana pulled me to her. We kissed like long lost lovers. It had some passion, but also some control. I broke our kiss and led us in the direction of the living room. She stayed right next to me. "I thought we were just going to review my calendar for the rest of the week, but that kiss may suggest otherwise."

We stood in the open space of my apartment, where the entryway, the kitchen, and the living room all meet. She smiled up at me and replied, "I thought so too, but I have an uncontrollable urge to kiss you, which is only made worse by the fact that your tongue still tastes like cum."

I smiled, "Well you didn't give me a chance to clean up from my last appointment."

She had a very mischievous look on her face. "And was your last appointment just a blowjob?"

"Not just a blowjob. My handsome customer fucked me quite well in fact. That cum you taste is from me cleaning his manhood up when he was done."

Shana clapped her hands and asked, "Does that mean you still have a hot load of cum in that sweet pussy of yours?"

"Yes. I need to go take a shower."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom like there was a fire in the apartment and that was the only way out. I had never seen Shana like this.

The bed was still a bit of a mess from this morning. I did not call for maid service, nor make the bed myself. I was out the door before six am to do my run. Shana ordered me to take my shoes off, which I did. I was not sure what her plan was.

She dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. I barely got to step out of them before Shana was pulling me onto the bed with her. "Mount my face now," she ordered.

Shana was on her back, her expression shouted impatience. I knew she was not going to answer any questions if I asked, so I did what she wanted. I lowered my bare cunt down onto her mouth. She latched onto me like a newborn would their mothers' teat.

She started suckling, and licking, and swallowing what she found. Every few seconds, she would swipe her tongue up and over my clit, sending a surge through my body. I quickly felt an orgasm stirring as I had not had one yet this morning.

Shana licked and cleaned my pussy like a seasoned pro, sucking on my tiny labia and intentionally licking my clit often. From time to time, she would bury her face as deep as she could and shove her tongue deep into my hole.

It did not seem like very much time had passed, when she redirected her complete efforts towards making me cum. Her hands moved under my bra to my nipples, where she started rolling them with her thumb and forefingers. She completely pulled my tiny clit-hood into her mouth and started working it hard with her tongue. My orgasm rushed to the front at full speed.

I sank a little deeper into her face and started rotating my hips. I slid my right hand into her hair and pulled her face tight into my quivering pussy. I was almost there. She doubled down on her efforts and increased her pace. When I came, it was strong, I could feel my orgasm leak out of my pussy all over Shana's face. She invited it as she moved her head in a circular motion.

My orgasm finally puttered out and I went to crawl off of Shana, but she held me tight. She spent the next few minutes meticulously pulling every bit of juice I had expelled into her greedy mouth. Finally, she loosened her grip, and I fell off of her.

I looked at her face and her hair. They were a mess. She was smiling, showing off how proud she was. I crawled over and kissed her deeply, tasting my own pussy in her mouth.

I pulled away and sat up. "You're going to have to freshen up while I take a shower."

"So worth it," she exclaimed with a wide grin.

We headed to my bathroom and as I showered, she made herself presentable. After a few moments of silence, I finally asked what had been on my mind for some time now. "Shana?"

"Yes, hon," she responded.

"I have been avoiding this question, but it won't stop popping up in my head, so I feel that I should just ask it."

She stopped what she was doing and walked over to the shower. "What Megan? You can ask me anything."

I was dreading asking, but I had opened the can of worms. No going back now. Bashfully, I asked, "It has been a couple months since you told Brad about us, and I know he did not react very well to the news."

Shana's expression changed. I could tell this was a tough subject for her too. I continued nonetheless, "He moved out, but you guys are still trying to work through things, right?"

I paused, I guess not knowing how to ask what I wanted to ask. "I really hate to butt in, but how are things going with him?"

She walked away from the shower and turned her back to me. I wish I could've disappeared. But I bravely got out of the shower and started to towel off as she organized her thoughts. Finally, she turned back to me and responded, "I don't think we are going to make it."

"Oh my god, Shana. I am so sorry."

Tears started to roll down my cheeks, and Shana pulled me into her. The very thing I was afraid of is what seemed to be happening. I kept apologizing over and over and it was not until Shana pulled away from our embrace and practically shouted at me. "Megan!"

"What?"

"You did nothing wrong. I am an adult, and I made a choice to be with you. And it has been one of the best choices I have ever made. I do not regret it one bit. I also made a choice to tell Brad about us, knowing that he could react poorly, and that it could lead to us breaking up, but I do not regret that either."

Trying to regain my composure, I replied. "In this role, I am intimate with a lot of people who have significant others. I am at peace with that. But none of them matter to me. If somehow me being with them has a negative effect on their relationship, I have convinced myself that that is on them. But I feel some ownership to what has happened to you and your relationship with Brad."

Shana took my face into her hands and kissed me. It was a loving kiss that she intentionally held for a long time. As we parted, she said, "We have not talked about what is going to happen in a few weeks when you are no longer in this role. We will soon. But these last six months have been liberating for me. My experiences with you have changed my life for the better. And if Brad does not want to be with the new Shana, that is his loss. I am not going to lose a moments' more sleep over it, and neither should you."

She turned back around and went about finishing her makeup. I walked out of the bathroom and began to get dressed. My mind continued to try to process what she said and to reconcile my feelings about what had happened.

We did not speak for a while as we finished making ourselves more presentable. As we were headed to the dining room table to work on my calendar, she pulled me close to her. She looked intensely into my eyes, and I hers. Her face expressed genuine serenity and love. She kissed me again, and I melted. All of my despair seemed to fall away.

Shana pulled away and expressed, "Megan, I will always love you. I will always want you in my life, even if you choose to do something else, or go somewhere else, or even date someone else. We have a special bond that will not be split by some man, or some job. Do you hear me?"

That authoritative, commanding Shana had reappeared at just the time I needed her to. I nodded my head in agreement. I knew we still had a lot to talk about and decisions to make, but now was not the time.

We moved over to the table, and I opened up my computer. "Oh shit, I exclaimed."

"We can move it. I will call him right now."

"How did you...."

"I'm still Shana, remember?"

I smiled as she picked up her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hi Rick. It's Shana. No, you are not in trouble. No, you are not being rewarded either. I am calling you to let you know that your appointment with Megan is not going to happen right now. I see you are free at four. Can you reschedule to four?"

There was a brief pause as I sat, enamored with Shana, watching her in her element.

Finally, she spoke again, "No sir. We cannot move you to later this week. Unfortunately, Megan will be accompanying our executives to pursue an opportunity that will take up the rest of the week."

Another pause...

"No sir. It has to be four pm today or next week."

Another pause...

"Rick. Listen to me carefully. Megan has to leave at 6 am tomorrow morning. I am not going to allow her to have late appointments tonight. She will be gone all week. So, this is the last time I will offer. Do you want her four pm slot this afternoon or not?"

Another pause...

"I am very sorry for the inconvenience Rick. Just know that she is doing good work for our company. If it will make you feel better, when you set up an appointment for next week, make it a little longer than usual and tell her you are going to fuck her in the ass."

The look on my face changed. She winked at me.

"Good-bye Rick."

She hung up the phone and before I could get anything out, she jumped in, "I just got us some more time, opened up your afternoon, and got you an anal date for next week."

I raised my eyebrows. She continued, "I know you like anal, and you are going to be on your period next week anyway."

I added a frown to my raised eyebrows.

"You'll thank me later. Let's look at your calendar."

I sighed, and for the next thirty minutes, we worked on my calendar. Shana had to call multiple people and have similar conversations about moving appointments to next week. She offered every single one of them anal as recompense for the inconvenience. I had a feeling my ass was going to be worn out by the end of the week.

When we finished clearing my calendar, Shana looked at the clock in the kitchen. She picked up her phone and pushed a couple buttons.

"Hi Jon. I am going to be late. I am still working with Megan on opening up her calendar for the rest of this week."

I sat through a pause.

"Yeah, maybe twenty more minutes.... No worries. I have it covered."

She hung up the phone and redirected her attention toward me. I commented, "You are telling Jon you are going to be late to a meeting with him?"

Shana smiled. "Yes. He knows how important clearing your calendar is."

"But we have finished clearing my calendar."

"Yes, but we have not talked about the next seven weeks."

"Oh. Okay. What do you want to talk about, specifically?"

"You need to decide what department you are going to work in. What is your plan?"

I cowered my head a little. I knew it is going to be a tough decision. I answered her, "I am going to meet with each department executive, and any other person they want me to talk to and listen to their pitch. I want to know what position I will be offered and what my day-to-day duties will look like."

"Sounds fair. And what about your final appointments with each of the executives?

I smiled. "I am going to go all out and make sure they never forget me."

That made Shana laugh. I really liked her laugh... and her smile. As I gazed at her, she stopped short and asked, "What?"

"I really love being with you. You make me happy, and I feel all warm and tingly when you smile at me, or you laugh."

Shana blushed a little and replied, "Likewise my dear."

We strategized through a number of topics related to my final weeks and determined the best ways for her to help me. One of the primary things she wanted me to do when I found the time is think about what other items, I wanted the company to pay for while I still had the ability to expense it.

It was both difficult and exhilarating to consider life after this internship.

I frowned a little and then built up the courage to ask, "Shana, what about you and me when I am done?"

She rose from her chair and walked around the table to me. I slid back the chair and she sat on my lap. She took my face in her hands again and leaned in to kiss me. It was passionate and powerful. I felt myself melt off into another place again, forgetting everything else that was on my mind.

Soon enough, she finished the kiss and pulled away. With a sincere smile she said, "We will talk about that very subject soon enough, but not today. You still have a lot of other things to focus on over the next several weeks. But know this... I love you, and I want you in my life."

I would have to accept that for now. She looked at the clock in the kitchen again and reminded me that she had a meeting with Jon to get to. We said one more round of goodbye's and then she was gone.

There was no chance that this was not going to be on my mind every day until it was resolved. I glanced at my calendar and noticed that Shana had cleared the rest of my week, including the rest of today. I smiled and felt a warmth in my belly when I considered how well Shana took care of me.

Having the rest of the day free allowed me to get a few things on my 'before I go' list done, in addition to meeting with Victor one more time to gameplan our trip to Vegas.

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Before I knew it, it was Friday evening, and I was in the executive car coming back from the airport. Time flies when you are a supporting actor in a three-day long party. I could not wait to get back to the office so I could see Shana. She blocked my calendar so we could debrief, and I had plans for her.

I gazed out the window and was enjoying the nice weather and lost in thought about how the week went, and more importantly, where my frame of mind was. Several times these recent days, I found myself acknowledging that my internship was ending, and I was truly excited to make the most of the final weeks I had.