"Come to my office."
Victor hung up the phone and got up. By now, the office had emptied of most people. Carmine had even left at six. Walking into his boss's office he saw Meredith sitting back in her chair behind her desk.
She brought her hands up and arched her fingers. Victor steeled himself for her end run on the marriage proposal. "What will our schedule be like next week Victor?"
"One call on Monday for out in Leethon. It's a hospital looking at upgrading from Dellis 9's. On Thursday and Friday two meetings in Wendlewood just up the street."
"Change the Friday to Thursday or Wednesday. I have my mother coming into town."
"I see."
Meredith walked around the desk and leaned back on it reaching for him. "Come, Victor." He walked over grabbing a hand. She pulled him intimately close face to face so he was pressed against her breasts. Her cool minty breath and her Chanel wafted up dueling lightly.
With the heavy eyeshadow she wore her yellow eyes seemed especially bright as she stared into him. "Have you thought on my offer recently? I am very curious if any questions came up during your decision."
"Did you tell your mother?" He asked dryly.
She blinked. "My offer Victor." She leaned in to bite his nose.
He pulled his head back blowing her wavy black hair from his mouth. "Not yet Meredith." He eased her back and looked at her. Her yellow hazel eyes shone wetly and contrasted with her deep bronze olive tan. "Have you told your mother?" He asked again plainly.
Her foster parents were childless Israeli immigrants who had meticulously taught her everything they knew, and were the reason the emotionless sociopath wasn't on a F.B.I. case list by now.
Meredith paused holding his gazed before answering. Behind him, her hand strayed from his back to his ass. "She knows I considered marriage. She has wanted children from me for some time now. She knows you, and despite being a Gentile, you are... okay. She feels if you have to be the one, then she won't argue anymore. As long as quotas are fulfilled she will agree."
Victor chuckled, her parents actively tried converting him over the holidays every year. "Well isn't that sexy. I don't suppose there is a nice Jewish man out there for you."
She tried to bite him again. "No." She went in for a kiss and caught his lips. "You are best."
She sat up further on the desk and leaned in and kissing him again. Her hand snaked down releasing his hardening length. With a practiced technique, she pulled him straight, and slid him along the inside of her thighs.
His cock nudged on something smooth, warm, fleshy, and wet. "Wwwhat are you doing?" Sitting as she was he didn't remember she wasn't wearing panties.
She eased over onto him hopping of the desk onto his cock. She held herself on his shoulder and around his neck while her thick muscular legs slid down on either side of him. The move surprised him as his cock moved up into her, her hole grasped and clutch at him. Finally, their hips met in the awkward standing position. She took a long deep breath as her pussy pulsed around him. He could feel she was very close already. "Thank you for accepting my offer. I feel you will be most pleased with our decision. We offer excellent service."
Meredith thought she closed the deal.
"Listen..." He protested as she started humping against him. They both struggled as she bounced onto him and he tried getting a hold of her. she really got into it and bit his shoulder to stifle a few yelps.
"Listen." He said stopping her body and pulling back her head to look at him as her hips still spun. Her eyes were glassy and showed her obvious distraction. "You're doing it wrong."
Victor eased back and spun her around. His cock glistened and he was shocked she had climaxed on him already somehow. He moved in quickly, spun her around, bent her happy butt over, exposed her huge bronze red buns, and buggered her winking brown-eye before she could stop him.
"No. We should have a child. I was told--" Meredith pleaded sounding despondent while struggling with him trying to turn back, but he stood on the outside of her legs and trapped her in.
Victor pushed lower over onto her pushing down her head, and continuing to slide in deeper. "Shut your mouth. I'll give you one when I'm good and ready."
He built up speed in her padded ass and started fucking her faster in a ruthless rhythm that sent shock-waves along the exposed flesh.
As he pushed up into her ass, Meredith protested and she tried to get out from under him. Her movements helped him quickly climax from the earlier teasing with Carmine.
After catching his breath, he tried to lay down the law. "This weekend I'm going to think about your offer. I gotta take time to consider it fully. I know we've been together awhile but questions like do I move in-"
"Yes." She interjected.
"...Or money? Or insurance? Do you keep that? How many children? Do our dogs even like each other?"
Meredith froze as she tried to follow his juggling questions.
Victor continued. "We have lots to think about don't we?"
"Yes." She said slowly.
Getting home as usual was a quiet affair. He lived in apartment complex of nice duplexes for young professionals and young families since he had a dog. His weekend was slow and uneventful.
By Sunday morning, Victor was up late but took Simon his blondish red Australian Heeler out for a run. On his way back, he got the paper.
"Hey you! What you doing?" Taris said catching Victor walking Simon through the parking lot.
Taris was a leggy dark blond with an orange tan. Today she wore a tank top and tiny gym shorts that showed just how long her legs were.
She came up and latched onto Simon the mack. "Just got the paper. I'm gonna see what Dan Henninger and Steve Forbes think of the world."
Victor eyed down her tank top. Taris was a decent hand full up top, but, she had a real fine ass and today her shorts were making her famous.
She looked up distracted. "Who?"
