Disclaimer: No characters are under 18 as it pertains to any sort of sexual activities. While the fictional MC's LI does afford her champagne at 18 years old, I do not condone or encourage anyone from doing this in real life.
If you haven't check out the first chapter https://www.literotica.com/s/from-simplicity-to-complicated
Chapter 02
Dear Diary,
Well I think I covered enough of our past for you to understand me a bit better. And now we come to the part that starts the complications and why I decided to start journaling.
Between all the economic floundering the country has seen these past years and the pandemic, they have caused a lot of issues in trying to secure investment capital for everyone in the business. Even David, who is absolutely the best in my opinion, has had a harder time securing investors than he has in the past.
Despite all the problems of the pandemic, I kind of enjoyed it. David spent most days on his zoom calls and I would tease him some times. In his home office, his computer desk is against the same wall the door is on. And I would often walk in front of the door, while he's talking away, completely naked. I'd stand there posing in different positions until he became tongue tied and then I'd walk off.
Once he was on a very important call and I was bored. So I stepped into the room naked and stood there looking at him. I was about 6 degrees away from the camera's field of vision. He tried not to look too nervous, but several times his eyes tried to determine how close I was to being seen. Once he was sufficiently struggling to speak, I got on my hands and knees and crawled around and under his desk.
David did his best not to reveal what was going on, and I took my time as I sucked the hell out of his cock. He ended up having to adjust his camera upwards to keep the back of my head from showing up on the lower edge. As I slurped along his cock, my hands roaming about his thighs and ass, I could feel his muscles twitching. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so right. And he always told me he would never turn down a blow job from me...so...was I wrong? He was getting so close to his orgasm, I could feel all the little tremors. Suddenly he said he'd be right back, he needed a paper. He cried out as he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down until his cock was pressing into the back of my throat.
"Fuck! I love you, you sexy little bitch." David said as I felt him cumming.
Oh man, that was delicious and so much fun. He slouched into his chair as he let go of my head. His breathing was rapid and the grin on his face was wonderful.
"Get up here and kiss me." David told me after I finished sucking his cock.
I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled.
"I've paused the connection." David breathed out.
I slipped out from under his desk and onto his lap and we kissed for a minute. That was so much fun. But he really pleaded with me never to do it again while he was on a call. He slapped my ass and told me to get out of there so he could finish.
I told him I couldn't promise him that as I grinned wickedly and slipped out of the room.
Anyway, David had become my dad's private investment counselor after we were married and he offered to sign on to the firm's portfolio but David talked him out of it. David did not want to formally mix business with family. He was happy just giving my dad advice and my dad's money always did well under it.
Since the end of the pandemic, things got so bad that David's boss Jason, also the owner of the firm, slashed everyone's entertainment budgets to the bone. Unless of course you got the client to sign a significant deal and then they would reimburse the money you spent.
Wining and dining clients was sometimes the make or break for deals for most clients. And while we had plenty of money, David refused to put any of it up when he couldn't be sure we'd get it back. Since I was no longer working, I offered my skills as a culinary specialist to prepare and serve meals at our home for his clients. David was thrilled at the prospect of it, he always hated missing meals with me. As I said, sometimes I got to go with him to the dinners, but there were still a lot of clients where it would work against him, for me to be there. With me cooking and serving the meal, it would cut our possible loss to just the cost of the ingredients and the energy to cook the meal. Plus, he loved to show me off as I mentioned before.
David quickly created a catering type business, he set it up and got us a license for our kitchen to cook meals. He planned to bill his firm to get me paid for all my efforts when the clients signed. He picked one of his longest clients as our first project.
David had long ago explained the complicated nature of selling investors on a project. Wine, dinner, numbers and knowledge are key, but one thing that's just as important. It boils down to a fine line between a type of dominance. He said a lot of people, even if they don't know it, like to feel they are superior in a sense, even if it is just a smidge. But they don't want a weak broker, he has to make them see him as nearly an equal. Someone to be respected, because if they can't see him that way, how can they trust his advice on a project?
Mr Avery was a sweet older man. In that respect, he reminded me a bit of my dad, physically he was the polar opposite of my dad. We'd met several times before. His culinary preferences weren't anything challenging, until I saw what David's assistant ferried out about his favorite dessert. Mocha Dacquoise, it was a bit of a challenge, but it was fun learning something new as well. He enjoyed it all and even took over half of the dessert home with him.
David signed a good deal with him over a project and his boss pretended to have a heart attack with the entertainment bill. But it was 15% lower than what one of their regular restaurant dining experiences would be.
I needed stuff for Monday's dinner and we wanted to do some personal shopping so we went to the mall the weekend after that and I got a surprise.
"Miss Beth!" I heard a young but much deeper male voice call out. I turned first and David followed suit. And there moving quickly through the crowd was my Robbie. My how he had grown so much these past years.
"Robbie!" I grinned and pulled him down a bit and hugged him tightly to me for a moment. He had to be six foot tall now. "Happy Birthday, how are you?"
"I'm good, Miss Beth. You've always remembered my birthday, your dad called me to come get the card you sent to them. Thank you for the money. I'm so glad I decided to come get some new work pants today." Robbie grinned and reached his hand out to David. "Good afternoon Mr. Gryndsley."
"It's good seeing you again Robbie." David smiled and shook his hand. "And you can call me David."
"Thank you David." Robbie grinned.
