This is the next part in from my previous story, Kitten gets some Crème. All characters are over 18 and are based on actual events, only the names have been changed to protect the perverted.
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Jac leaned closer to his two friends. His olive skinned complexion and brown eyes stared back at Lashonda and Sapphire. They moved in closer in response. His muscles tensed as he began his story.
"Ok, you know how Sobki Cement is our town's biggest employer, right?"
"Yeah" the girls said in unison. "Well, I fucked the owner's daughter!" he responded.
"Bull!" exclaimed Lashonda. "No, really I did!" he said with a slight Euro-Spanish accent that tended to come out when emotional, "Let me tell you from the beginning how it happened."
The nervous man paced the room, as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He pulled out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and patted his head down. He muttered that he was clearly getting too old for this. He focused his attention to the man in the room, a young 30-something male with dark brown hair and hawk like eyes that didn't see to miss much. The young man was sitting at the desk scanning worksheet after worksheet.
"Sir," said the nervous man "If you look at our computer files, you would find what you are looking for."
The younger man clinched his fist as he clearly was being annoyed with the older man's interruption. Outside the office window the sun sank lower into the sky as the world prepared their evening rituals before bed. The younger man had been going nonstop for several hours without so much as a coffee or cigarette break. Even after a 14 hour flight he was still going! The old man searched for a chink in his armor, but couldn't find one. He was tired and wanted to go home. The knock at the door broke their collective concentration.
A green eyed ginger walked into the executive office pushing a cart with coffee and assorted pastries. Her eyes were of emeralds, but she kept her gaze averted.
The older man gave her a "you're late," wrinkle of the forehead.
As a nervous habit she pushed her short red hair from her forehead. Both men followed her with their eyes as she pushed the cart. Her starched white button up shirt and black pencil skirt complimented her pouty lips.
"Ahh my daughter Jessica is here with some refreshments of coffee and..," he said breaking the awkward silence.
"Does the coffee have the answers as to how long your company has been operating in the red?" asked the man taking a quick glance at her wedding ring.
"No, sir, I mean," he started to say "Mr. or should I say Herr?" Even after so many hours the old man didn't know what to call him. After all it would be rude not to show proper manners for his guard.
"My name is Horus Blackburn, not mister or sir or Herr anything. I asked you address me by my first name only," he said in an annoyed tone. The old man reluctantly nodded and looked down at his big belly.
"Let me be honest with you," the old man said in attempt to regain control of the situation.
"That's a first," snapped Horus "I see money being spent, but little in the way of the justification of these expenditures. Where is your income going?"
"It's right here!" exclaimed the Jessica. She pulled out a thick file labeled Waist Management Distribution, and handed it over to Horus. He took a moment to peek between the buttons of Jess' blouse at her white lace bra. Then he thumbed through the memos and expense reports.
"This is going to take some time to go over this," Horus sighed in frustration. The old man was relieved to finally be getting some feedback from this work-a-holic machine. He looked at his watch, frustrated it was getting so late in the evening. "If you don't mind I have to call my wife and tell her I'm going to be late coming home to dinner."
"Don't bother; I'm going to need a few hours to sort this out. I require a ride to my hotel." He said. The old man sighed with relief, relieved to finally be getting out of the office.
"Jess, would be a dear and take Mr. Blackburn to his hotel room, please?" he ordered.
"Daddy, Scott is expecting me home soon!" she pleaded. Her father refused to give in and gave her "that" look. He wore a happy expression. Finally, he could push Mr. Blackburn off on someone else. She forced a smile "yes, daddy."
"If you need anything please don't hesitate to call me," the old man said handing Horus his card. It was a hallow promise. He didn't care how sincere it sounded and fled the office as if it was on fire.
