KRISTEN
Okay... That was intense.
It's not every time you get to fuck a juicy pussy, wet and aroused. Let's not talk about the millions that the pussy was going to bring me.
Well, the deal is sealed and that's all that matters.
Hands supporting my head, I leaned into my chair and watched Dija arrange her dishevelled dress. There was a certain thrill that comes with seeing a woman weak and trembling after a hard-pounding session...
"Thanks for the drink," she said softly and flipped back her hair. Her journey to her bag was unsteady, "I could sleep for a week."
"You should," I joked. "So what do you think? I did well?"
"Greater than my expectation." She had a look of awe circling her eyes. "Good heavens, I don't think I can walk straight."
"Sit for a while," I offered, gesturing to the chair she had vacated. "Rest those thighs before you leave."
She was shaking her head in the negative before the offer fully rolled out of my lips.
"I have a meeting to attend by one. And I'd spread these legs again if I stay any longer than I have."
Ah... the real definition of 'dick so good, she kept asking for more...'
I can't blame her. Women are naturally attracted to me. I don't know which one it is, me or my dick-or both, because that'd make perfect sense.
She got to the door and winked, "I will get across to you."
"I will be waiting," I smiled and got to my feet to see her off. She tilted her head to the side and pointed to my fly.
"You are insatiable, are you not?"
Yes, that was the only word I could spare to describe the hardness straining against my trousers.
"I don't know what to say."
"Well, your dick finds me sexy... I'm honoured." she bit her lower lip and looked hungrily at my fly, "I should do something since I got you into this mess."
"What's stopping you?" I asked and took a step forward.
"I have to be somewhere now. But don't worry, we have enough time," She arranged her dress again and walked out the door, leaving me to smile at her not-too-noticeable unsteady gait.
I followed her, keeping a respectful distance between us. Everyone in their cubicles straightened and pretended to focus on their computers.
Typical of my people...
I escorted Dija to her waiting car.
Before I got back to the office, everyone had left their spaces and were now huddled around Edith, throwing countless questions about the contract with Dija.
I don't know which one is more funny, the look of suffocation in Edith's eyes or the unending string of questions that kept pouring out of the nosy workers.
I rested on the door at the entrance and watched them with amused patience.
They were so engrossed that nobody knew I was even inside the building.
At last, when I saw Edith looking around for a saviour, I decided to step in.
"Jesus, y'all need to let me be!" Edith was saying while pushing a guy back.
"She said let her be," I smiled and took some steps forward. Everybody turned at the same time and stylishly started slithering to their cubicles. "Come back."
The invitation was well-received. They all returned to their respective positions beside Edith, this time, with a focus on me.
I scanned the crowd. Most of them have been with me from the beginning. The strength and encouragement they give me cannot be measured.
I'm simply lucky...
Nobody said a word. Their expectant eyes told me all I needed to hear. I could hear the wheels turning in Edith's head.
"Okay..." I smiled and looked at them again. Then without warning, I yelled, "We got the deal!"
The screams that pierced the silence in the air made me wince.
*. *. *. *.*
"Oh my God, you did it!!"
I laughed and winked at Edith. "We did it." I had to run into my office with Edith and lock the door before they bit her ears off. Now, we were sitting opposite each other with voices from the other side of the door, begging to be let in.
"They won't stop," Edith stated and looked at the door. She exhaled in relief. "I am so happy we got this deal."
"I am too!" I raised my brows. "Did any message come in for me?"
"Yes, some emails. I would have attended to them but since you said-"
"Yeah, it's okay." I clearly remember telling Edith not to attend to my emails since it seemed she had a lot of workload on her and I was adding more. "I will work on that now."
She got up immediately. "Let me go attend to those busybodies."
I chuckled. "They are all excited; I can't handle any of them now."
"Let me see what I can do," Edith hid a smile and walked to the door.
"Oh..." I looked up as I remembered. "What about the shoes from Adidas?"
"We picked the most suitable for the ad. I was hoping to show you before sending a confirmation message."
"Okay." I nodded. "Let me see what I have to do."
I've been kind of lazy recently, and it's surprising to hear from Edith refer to my emails with the word "some"
At a time, I almost considered pushing her into a corner of my office just to answer my uncountable emails. They are always so goddamn much!
I exhaled and turned on my computer.
The number of emails I saw made my eyes almost fall out of their sockets.
"What?!"
Did Edith refer to 99+ mails as "some"?
I don't blame her. For someone who handles more than that, it's understandable why she would see it as nothing.
Where was I going to start from?
The answer came almost immediately... Edith... Yes, I will leave her to attend to them, at least, for just this period.
After this, I will make sure the messages don't pile up.
Happy with my plan, I shut the computer down and flipped through the files on my table that needed signing.
I suddenly felt weak... Oh, how lazy I've become.
How the hell was I supposed to read through more than five files and sign all necessary spaces?
It was going to be a long and lazy day...
If only I haven't gotten so damned lazy.