Why didn't it surprise me to see the run-down office building...its exterior about ten years past needing a paint job, window shutters tilted or fallen from place.
"Typical" I thought. "This cheapskate doesn't pay his bills or put a dime into anything but his own pocket"
The only car parked outside had me counting the number of accidents it had endured and where all the auto body repair shops must have run off too. Perhaps the heap couldn't make the distance any longer.
I was already dreading having to meet and confront this dirt bag, but unfortunately some aspects of business were unpleasant and equally unavoidable. The guy simply refused to pay his bill and time had long ago run out.
Impressions didn't improve upon entering the main office where its complete disarray and the stench of too many cigarettes were the first assaults to my senses.
"Hello..." I called into the empty space.
"Great! The SOB has dogged me again and split..." I was thinking angrily. Stepping forward to what could be construed to be a receptionist's desk, I was preparing to leave the resident bastard a scathing note when I heard the creaking of furniture off to my right.
"Hello..." I called again, slowly walking towards the sound and entering a smaller, side office. I must have surprised the occupant because he was hurriedly tossing things around and stuffing drawers. Finished he pulled up to his desk and faced me.
"Robert...?" I asked after he'd composed himself.
"Yeah..." was the gruff reply. "Who are you?" he said in an annoyed tone.
"It's me...you know, the guy you keep telling 'the check's in the mail' to?" I said as I approached the side of his desk. He was a big man and I felt getting closer and hovering over him would increase my "power" in the confrontation. How wrong I was. "I figured it about time to collect my money and we both know you cant lick a stamp."
"The money, the money...yes..that" he began musing.
He was definitely uncomfortable by my presence, so I was winning the battle. What I didn't realize then was how willingly I would soon surrender the war. With elbows planted on the desk, he faced forward and didn't want to face me.
In complete control, I continued to dictate to him..."Yes, that...the money you've been lying to me about for the past two months. Why don't you cut me a check now so I can get out of here."
Standing over his still messy desk, my eye was drawn to a magazine protruding from a half closed drawer. There was nothing remarkable about it...unless you found the image of the young hard body with the impressive hard on remarkable...which I did.
A bit disconcerted, I tried to stay "on message" and continued..."I don't think I've ever done business with someone like you. Is lying continually the way with you?" My voice and facial expressions were carrying out the game plan still, but my mind and eyes were on the picture and that tasty looking cock. My thought patterns were scattered now...and when I realized that I'd probably caught him jerking off looking at the magazine, my cock took advantage of me and started swelling nicely...filling my already tight underwear.
Robert's head spun quickly as he counter-attacked ... " it was your screw ups that caused all the problems..." and he caught me while ogling that cock, my eyes transferring back to his face too slowly.
"Ahhhh...yeah right..." I countered hesitantly and weakly...the first indication of my turning tail.
There was an extended silence as we considered each other...too long a silence for me. Too exciting a silence from my own good...my heart was pumping hard now because of this embarrassing...and kinky situation...my cock throbbing in time with each pump. I was totally frozen in place, feeling my inner thoughts exposed and captured by this nasty man, yet strangely excited that he'd caught me!
