Disclaimer: All of the Characters and the story told are fictitious in nature. This work is wholly from the imagination of the author with some life experience to help bridge the gaps.
Chapter 1: Meet Carlos
Carlos Santiago was a man of many sides. He enjoyed that about himself. After all, if a thirty-year-old man running his own investment firm were only to have one or two hobbies, he would get bored
very
quickly. He stood a strong six feet tall, one hundred and ninety pounds of lean, strong muscle in the summer and a relaxed two hundred and fifteen in the autumn and winter.
On the third of March, he looked great in his three-piece suit. Checking his watch, he confirmed the accuracy of his wall clock. Both read two minutes past six in the evening. His office was beautifully decorated with a high school diploma on the wall and art of beautiful women in stylistic photos or paintings. His eye fell onto a particular piece of a beautifully tanned woman in a black slimming dress. He looked in the top drawer of his desk.
"Stacy!" He called out.
"Yes?" The fun and flirty voice of his secretary replied.
"Where is Tiffany's gift?" he asked with irritation.
There was a giggle from the other side of his door before a chubby blonde slid her head in. "She's wearing them," she said with her playful timbre.
Carlos looked up, enjoying the full, plump chest of his assistant. When he beckoned Stacy with his right index finger to enter the room, she pranced in with her cute black skirt. He kissed her cheek, felt her thick thighs up to her recently shaved pussy, and flicked the lips with his index and middle finger.
Stacy squirmed from his touch. "Mr. Santiago!" She cooed. "You know my boyfriend hates when you do that."
"I know," he remarked smugly. He spanked her ass with his left hand. "You don't have to tell him."
"You're going to get in trouble."
"I haven't yet," he said with a boyishly cocky smile. "I don't intend to start now."
She shook her head and smiled at her boss' incorrigible behavior.
Straightening up his desk, she trembled, feeling his hands on her full ass over her skirt. "Yes?" She asked, almost wishing he would flip her skirt up and fuck the absolute shit out of her.
"Where is Michelle?" he asked, whispering into her ear.
She shivered over his desk. "Copy room with Tim."
"That's a good girl," he said, slapping her ass before leaving the room.
"Mister Santiago?" She asked, exasperated.
"Yes?" He had a teasing edge in his voice.
"When are you going to stop playing and fuck me?"
Carlos paused at the door frame, looking back at his exceptionally full-figured plaything. "When you say yes," he answered, flashing his entitled grin.
"You know I have a boyfriend," she reminded him again. Perhaps it was more of a reminder for herself.
"Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him," he said, weighing the idea. "And come on! Isn't anticipation half the fun?"
"Go fuck Michelle!" Stacy said in her sexual frustration.
"Not today," Carlos replied in good spirits and waved with his back to her. He was going to fuck Stacy someday on his desk, and he planned to cum in her, on her, all over her when he had his way. He would get his "yes" first. Whether she was single, taken, or in between, it did not matter. She knew of his casual sexual lifestyle, and much like the rest of his firm's employees, there was a similar tone with their sexual partners.
"Speaking of partners," Carlos murmured to himself as he went to the next floor and found the copy room. Cracking the door, Michelle, a busty, straight-haired redhead, loudly moaned as if someone had his head between her legs.
She was a beauty, a short, five-foot-three-inch woman. Her chest was a full 38DD on display for anyone to see. Her large pink nipples looked incredibly suckable. "Yes, yes! Fuck yes! Eat that pussy," Michelle ordered the younger man.
When Carlos saw the vision of a young man's head buried between Michelle's legs, he was not jealous of Michelle's flagrant sexual adventure; he could only hone in on her wedding ring, remembering her husband, Steve, who was undoubtedly far from her thoughts. He mouthed, "Are you still on birth control?" Carlos recalled Steve wanted more kids soon. He hoped she was being responsible with her partners.
"Yes!" Michelle hissed, confirming that she had not lost complete control of her senses. Carlos did love that about her. She was sexy, desirable, and absolutely breathtaking, but she was not stupid with her play. That made it all the more fun for him.
"Enjoy," he mouthed as he quietly shut the door.
Checking his watch, he thought,
fuck it,
and hit the button for the elevator. On the way down to the second floor, he could hear the raucous sound of a party. Forty or so people were crammed into a laid-back office with desks, computers, lamps, and other accessories. Between the wine, champagne, slight drunkenness, and a few younger men hoping to get laid, it was the same old, same old. Carlos loved everything about his office life.
"Make way!" A voice yelled. "The best gift giver is here!"
"Yeah, yeah," Carlos said, acting bashful under the circumstances. He made his way through the throng of people. At its center was a gorgeous middle-aged woman. She had a light tan, shoulder-length hair, and wore a floor-length black dress with a slightly less-than-professional cleavage. Carlos appreciated the view. The guests parted so the two could embrace. Some had the decency to chat amongst themselves while others listened intently.
"How do you like the dress?" He kissed her cheek.
"Not half as much as hubby enjoys the new girls," Tiffany responded with an impish smile.
"Did you go to the surgeon I suggested?" He asked, keeping his words quiet.
"I did, and he said the bill was covered," she replied with a hint of suspicion.
"Think of it as my second birthday gift. What did Tim say about it?"
"He said I had to pay you back somehow," she remarked mischievously.
"I will get to see them, I hope."
