"So, how have you been, son? Staying busy?"
Pierce was disgusted at the man sitting across from him. His smiling face shouted lies. He sat there looking at Pierce with eyes identical to his own and attempted small talk. Pierce hated his father. He hated everything about him from his expensive haircuts to his expensive shoes.
"Lets cut the small talk, Jack and tell me why you're really here." Pierce said trying desperately to control his anger.
"I am your father goddamn it!" He practically yelled, slamming his hand on the surface of the table. Jack sat back in his chair, ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair and straightened his black tailor made suit in attempt to regain composure he then repeated,
"I am your father and because of that it is my duty to look out for your future. It has come to my attention that you will be graduating soon, which is perfect timing. I have a position opening up in one of the Nevada offices and you're taking it. Now, I found your mother, she wants to see you when you come home."
"I don't want to see her."
"What I did to your mother and you was wrong. I wish I could take it back, but I cant. She didn't do anything wrong and you are going to see her."
"The hell I am."
"I will be in town for the rest of the weekend to go over the details of your soon to be branch in Nevada. Youre taking this job son."
Jack then stood up and left Pierce sitting alone. The thing Pierce hated most about his father was the way he approached things. It was as if he was stuck in work mode. To him, everything was about closing a deal no matter what it was and as for Jack calling himself a father was laughable. He told Pierce on many different occasions that he never wanted children, but 'at least that whore had a boy.' None of that ever really bothered Pierce. In all honesty, Pierce didn't remember anything about his mother. He almost came to appreciate the fact that she left because his father ignored him, which, when compared to the alternative, was a good thing.
After that Pierce was going to need something to take his mind away from his family issues for a night.
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"Its open." Pierce called out in response to the knock at his door.
In walked Maxine, petite, long blonde hair, blue eyes, milky white skin and a pair of long legs to top it all off. Just what he needed.
"Im surprised you called. I thought that....."
"Maxie I didn't call you over to talk, if you want to talk go somewhere else," Pierce said rudely interrupting her. Seeing that she wasn't going to leave he said, "You know what to do," sending her off to his room with him following behind her.
"Take off your clothes Maxie, you and I both know you're no stranger to this."
Pierce sat in a chair in the corner of the room watching a slightly nervous Maxine slowly strip. She sat at the end of the bed and first slipped off her blue sandals then she unzipped her brown jacket revealing a matching blue t-shirt and slowly slipped it off each shoulder stopping to look up at Pierce.
"Hurry up, you wont like it if I have to do it for you." Pierce said in a low threatening tone.
The thought of putting on a show quickly left her mind as she hurriedly shed herself of her blue shirt and blue jeans. Maxie attempted to look up at Pierce, but before she could get him into her full view, his hands were digging into her hips turning her around and violently ripping off her yellow underwear. He grabbed a handful of her hair and said in the same hushed tone,
"Bend over...now"
Maxie did as instructed, she bent over and she waited. She looked back to see Pierce throw his shirt in the chair, he then unbuttoned his jeans enough to release his erection pushed powerfully and painfully into Maxies warmth she winced at his largeness. He pulled halfway out and shoved back in hard and fast with consistency. Maxie started to cry out. Pierce couldn't tell if was in pain or pleasure and in the moment he didn't care, for him release was definite. He finally got his answer after he felt her pussy milk his dick three separate times after the fourth time she tried to get away. Pierce tightened his grip around her waist and started to thrust harder as if punishing her for moving...he wasn't done with her yet.
After meeting his father he couldn't get his anger under control. Pierce decided years ago that he would take over the business, but he did not want to work side by side with his father. He also didn't want to give his father the satisfaction of being happy about it. He went to the gym for an intense workout trying to focus his energy on something else. Three hours in the gym did nothing, so he called Maxie for the only thing he ever needed her for. Pierce started to feel that familiar churn so he quickly pulled out and came on her back. She collapsed on his bed. Pierce tucked himself back in his jeans and threw her a towel.
