My name is Robert Patrick and I am the youngest Director for CDOT (Colorado Dept. of Transportation) at age 27. I have responsibility for all the rest areas in Colorado and hope to be head of CDOT by age 40. My wife is a regional manager for Bank of Denver and tracking exceptionally well in her Career for age 25. Last year we brought home over $250k and are on track to top $300k this year.
I met Marie in college at U of C. I was a senior and she was a sophomore. I took a position with CDOT right out of school that allowed me to travel and make it to Bolder regularly to visit her while she finished her degree.
We are both runners and in excellent shape. I had just begun training for my first half iron man. So, I was adding in the swimming and bicycling to my training regimen. I'm 5' 10" tall and about 175 lbs. Marie is 5' 6" tall and 121 lbs. She has beautiful brown eyes and jet-black hair, cut short and professional. She is very attractive with high cheekbones and a smile to die for.
She grew up in bolder from an affluent family. They own several properties in Boulder and are big in real estate. Her dad and I get along great since we are both focused and driven. He had a plan with his real estate career that he followed to success. I have planned my life and stuck to the plan since junior high.
I did not foresee working for CDOT, but business management was my focus and CDOT is a business and boy did it need managing. I was currently struggling mightily with the project manager at the rest area on I-76 in Julesburg, just over the line from Nebraska.
It is a Welcome Center and Rest Stop and had been closed for over a year for remodel. The project was months overdue and $3.6 million over budget. The facility/project manager has been a pain in my ass ever since I moved into this roll. He was buddies with my predecessor who final got reassigned after 3 successive projects that were all poorly managed.
The reason I would not have pictured myself working for CDOT, is illustrated well by my predecessor. His ass should have been fired, but that never happens in government jobs. He just got reassigned to go fuck things up somewhere else. When he retires a nice fat pension will follow. This is why I always thought the private sector was the way to go. If someone doesn't perform they are out. Simple.
Marvin Welsh was the thorn in my side that needed to be cut out. But you practically have to catch them in the act of murder to get someone removed. Thus, my early morning visit to the new Welcome Center. It was due to open in 12 days on Monday July 30th.
I suspected he was logging hours that he was not actually working, I needed to document it but needed some evidence to justify an official investigation with surveillance. The surveillance cams on site seemed to be conveniently going offline in the mornings and evenings when he should be clocking in and out. I thought a surprise visit or two as the opening approached would aid in gathering evidence.
The rest stop was three hours from my house, so I had to leave by 5:00AM to arrive at 8:00AM, the time Marvin should be there. My bet was he would not be. Marie was not a happy camper with my 4:15 AM alarm time. And when I went to bed a 9:00 she did not join me. She crawled in about 10:30PM and rolled out as I was heading out the door at 5:00AM on the nose.
"Good Morning," she said groggily.
"Morning Sweetness," I replied quietly. "Sorry to bother you this morning but I gotta go deal with Marv today. I think he's letting things slip again."
"You gotta stop this early rise shit. You know I like my banker's hours," she said smiling. "Actually, I was gonna try to get in ten miles this morning, so this is perfect."
She walked over to kiss me good bye. She was wearing a tiny little tank top pajama top and a red lace thong panty. I pulled her close and gripped her little bubble butt with both hands. She had a cute round ass, rare for runners, and zero body fat. She was firm and silky soft at the same time. I never tired of the feel of her skin.
"I am so lucky you said yes," I said kissing her deeply, morning breath and all.
"I could feel that ass all day long," I thought to myself.
"Gotta go sweetie, I need to get there early and bust his ass," I said giving her ass a love slap.
"Kicking ass in an $800 suit. You are the man Honey. Don't be too late, Sweetness needs some loving' tonight," she said in a sultry voice.
"Oh Baby, I'll be here with bells on," I said smiling and blowing a kiss as I walked out.
As I drove, I thought about her perfect little ass. I fantasized often about fucking that ass, but she was not into that at all. Once in college with the aid of some serious alcohol I got her to try it. There was nothing but pain for her no matter how slow or how fast I moved, even after baby oil for lube. She said I was just too damned big.
Apart from that little difference in likes and dislikes, our sex life is good. She can be adventurous in other ways. She gives good head and is not afraid to swallow, although the frequency has steadily declined since college. Most importantly she fucks like a Tasmanian Devil, fast and furious and loud. I love it! I could not wait until this evening.
Traffic around Denver was crazy slow for 5:00AM. I was getting frustrated as the delay was at least 45 minutes, when finally, I reached the accident, an overturned semi. The highway opened up after that putting me there at 8:27, almost a half hour later than anticipated. I had to pull past the entrance as the concrete barriers blocked it from the public. I pulled up to the exit lane and backed up to the chain-link gate.
There were several trucks pulled off at side of the road next to the exit lane. Truckers always found every nook and cranny to park overnight, even at a closed fucking rest stop!
There were no cars in sight, so my buddy Marv was not there. Things were looking good. As I unlocked the gate, I noticed someone outside the main building. "Damn, he is hear," I thought, until I got closer. It was an unknow man in his 40's or early 50's sitting on a bench out front. I parked and walked toward him.
"Good morning sir, how are you today?" I asked politely.
"Morning," he mumbled looking away.
He had brown hair, well-trimmed, wearing a white button-down dress shirt and navy dress slacks. He looked like a business man, not one of our crew, but I thought he might be a manager of some kind.
"Are you part of the team working on this project?" I asked
"A, no, I'm just meeting a colleague here." he said pulling out his cell phone.
"How did you get in here? This center is closed." I asked sternly. "Who exactly are you meeting?"
He shuffled nervously looking at the phone but did not respond.
"What's your name sir?" I asked yelling. "Are you trolling a closed visitor center trying to get your rocks off? (He stood up mumbling.) Hello, closed! Nobody here, no cock to suck today!" My voice echoed through the visitor center.
"A sorry, I didn't realize..." he said walking away.
I grabbed my cell phone and put it on picture mode. "Hey!" I shouted.
He stopped and turned around. I snapped a pic. "Don't come back you fucking perv. You're on the list!" I screamed loudly.
After the three-hour drive, I really had to piss, so I headed for the men's room fumbling for my master keys and talking to myself. "What the fuck Marvin, where the fuck are you and where the fuck is security!"
I turned the corner ready to unlock the retractable metal gate to the rest room, but it was open, and the light was on. "WTF Marvin are you in th..."
I stepped in and there was a large black man at the urinal, that startled the hell out of me. He was apparently pissing, and he rocked forward and back bouncing his belly against the top of the urinal. He was breathing like Darth Vader and growling to himself.
I beelined for the first stall passing him on my right. Upon entering the bathroom there were 6 urinals on the right, sinks on the left and stalls further back on the right. As I passed him, I saw dark blue work pants and a white collared short sleeved work shirt. His pants seemed to be hanging three quarters of the way down his huge bulging ass, his belt arching down and around.
His head was shaved except for a round circle of black hair on the top of his head about 1/2 inch high. He was thick as a barrel but looked solid with biceps thicker than my thighs. He turned to look over his shoulder and I saw a grey goatee, narrowly trimmed and a scowling look.
I ducked into the stall and locked the door. I undid my pants to set on the toilet, giving him time to clear out. I felt vulnerable as I pulled down my pants, but thankful for the door between us. I sat a long moment and continued to hear his breathing and grumbling. The silence was a bit uncomfortable, so I began to release my bladder with a sigh.
Then he flushed giving me a feeling of relief. He would be leaving. "Where the fuck was security!" I asked myself. "Marvin is a dead man walking!"
The grumbler washed his hands. (Shocking!) and I could hear him walking toward the door. I took a big sigh of relief, when suddenly he stopped, and I could hear him coming my way. I got my phone ready as he stopped outside the door and shuffled like he was trying to see in.
"Dude, not trolling, move on. I run this place and I..."
The lock mechanism started moving. I reached for it just as the door barreled open and I raised my hands to push but he moved me like a plow through snow, knocking me back and slamming me against the toilet back.
He wiggled his huge body past the door and slammed it closed, simultaneously bringing his left boot up between my legs causing me to flinch in anticipation of great pain. He was like a 275-pound ninja, masterfully gripping my pants and underwear with his heal and stomping my $800 suit pants to the floor, effectively pinning my feet and legs to the floor.
With no success moving my legs, I turned my attention back to the cell phone, which he quickly snatched from my hand with his thick meaty hand. He looked like a fucking mountain standing in front of me. My heart felt like I just finished my ironman in a photo finish.
Not sure what I hoped to accomplish if I was successful, I tried to stand up. A large paw to the chest and I collapsed back down. The paw slid like lightning to my left shoulder where a paralyzing pain shot through my neck and shoulder.
"Relax," he growled. "And you'll get out of this OK." (He slightly relaxed his grip.)
"Security will...Ah!" I yelled as pain shot through me again.
I could not budge against his weight.
"If I want ya to talk, I'll tell ya!" he said upper lip snarling.
"Please I'm married... AH!" I stopped with another shot of pain.
His power was super human.
"You scarred my bitch away..."
"I have money! I'll pay, but please don't...Ah!" I thought he would crush my clavicle.
"How much you got?" He asked easing a bit.
I got him talking, I could see my way out of this. His white shirt had black pocket flaps but no name tag.
"Let me get my wallet, it's in my jacket pocket," I said holding the jacket open with my left hand, so he could see there was no gun.
He slipped my cell phone into his left shirt pocket, while I reached my right hand in and pulled out my wallet.
