The One

I grit my teeth. It seems fucking unlikely, but my gut tells me it needs looking into. “Check Congressman Ashby. It’s a long shot, but I bumped into his daughter day before yesterday, and we have a bit of history. Nothing like that—” I add, though it’s unnecessary. Henry wouldn’t care if it was, but something inside me needs the world to know that there was never anything between us. “The congressman is an investor, though, doesn’t make sense but something stinks.”

“Okay, Van, I’ll poke around. Might take a week or two. ”

“I’m not going anywhere. Just get me some information before I land in a jail cell. Or the poor house.”

I end the call and head back to the drill shack with my mind going over everything, thinking at least things can’t get much worse. But once inside I can see the steam coming out of Jack’s ears, and my heart sinks.

“What’s up?”

“I just got a call from Wetherfield and Bigsby.” He shakes his head.

Wetherfield and Bigsby are two of our other huge drill sites right now. We are estimating to hit some solid oil flow on both.

“And?”

“Fucking other EPA guys showed up at both sites and shut them down. Some bullshit someone told them we were falsifying our logs and site plans.”

“What the fuck?” I press my fingertips into my eye sockets.

Even with this disaster, Issi still crosses my mind, and I feel my balls twitch.

“Who the fuck did you piss off?”

“Hell if I know.”

We spend the next couple hours making calls and dealing with the other rigs that are still operating. Telling everyone to make sure every ‘t’ is crossed and every ‘i’ is dotted. I employ a shit ton of workers. Mostly hands, truth be told—and if they don’t work oil field, they don’t work.

We’re almost like cowboys in a way. Most of us don’t fit in in the more civilized world. Or the more polished world, I guess you’d say. We work hard, we don’t sleep, we get dirty, and we get hurt and keep on going.

I have an office, but I’m never there. That’s where the geologists, the accountants, and the support staff help keep things running but I’m not an office guy. I need to be in the field, and these days with phones and laptops, I don’t need to be locked behind four walls.

A lot of the guys that work for me have felony records. They come usually through word of mouth, and I’ll give most of them a chance. I have my own boundaries, I check their record and if they’ve ever hit a woman or a kid, ever had any sort of sexual arrests, they’re a no go for me.

But a lot of the others, they come, they work, they work hard. They learn there is a hierarchy and a lifestyle in the oil field that fits a lot of them. They get a solid paycheck and a new start. I’m no Pied Piper, but if they are honest with me, work their asses off, they get a shot at a different life. And I feel responsible for keeping the ship afloat, not just for myself but for everyone that works for me.

It dawns on me as I think about responsibilities.

Issi is my responsibility now, and that is the one that is topping the charts. I wrap up everything I have to with Jack and the office, then message Issi I’m on my way, and I’ll meet her in her room because I need another taste of her before I explode.

Inside the room, she looks glowing.

“You made good use of the spa.” I throw my coat on the desk and walk to her, wrapping my hands around the back of her neck, enjoying her warm, soft skin against my rough palms.

“Yes, it was great. Thank you.”

“Anything to make you smile.”

I lower my lips and take her smile with a kiss, tasting her and feeling my desire gearing up.

She kisses me back, and within a few minutes, I’ve got her naked and my tongue deep inside her dripping cunt.

She cums on my face a few times before I flip her over and lay a hard smack on the white skin of her ass.

“Hey!” She turns her flushed face around as I line up my cock and take any other protests from her with a hard thrust, sinking myself balls deep in one stroke.

Something I’ve come to know about my sweet girl, she likes things a little rough.

I reach up and knot my fingers in her hair and pull, watching her back arch and her ass rise to take me.

“Turn your head so I can hear you,” I grunt, watching her comply.

I fuck her hard until I’m out of breath. She comes on my cock more than twice, gushing and squirting until the sound of wet bodies slapping fills the room.