The Sandstone Affair

In fact, my eyes narrow as I look around, if Mark and Blake hadn’t stolen my company and totally f**ked up my life, I could afford to live on the Upper West Side too. Well, maybe Upper East. Or Tribeca.

“What the hell kind of game are you playing?” I spit out at Mark, unable to hold my tongue any longer.

“Seems like you’re the one rolling the dice these days, not me.”

“Oh yes, you were conveniently out when Blake was spewing filth out of his mouth. You have been purposefully absent for the last three days and when I finally take the matter into my own hands, you aren’t around to help me, save me or bail me out in a decent amount of time.”

I fight like an old harpy fishwife, standing in the center of the room blurting out accusations while he quietly makes a drink at the bar.

“I’d ask what you were thinking but you clearly weren’t thinking,” he says sharply.

“What do you know about it, ‘Mr. Show Up When it’s All Over’? You’re too busy to help, even though you promised.”

“I have been busy doing just that, helping you. But how am I supposed to keep a secret plan in motion when you are running around like a banshee? Imagine how I feel. I was out today digging up useful information and I return to the office to discover everyone gossiping, Blake shrieking, Kenneth plotting, and cops all over taking statements and I find out it’s because Julia Sharp has attacked my partner.”

“I didn’t attack him.”

“The red handprint I saw on Blake’s cheek would suggest otherwise,” he says. “Why don’t you tell me what happened and we’ll regroup from there.”

Mark guides me to the couch and sits a vodka tonic down in front of me. I start slowly, holding the heavy glass with both hands.

“Mark, I felt like I was running out of time, you had disappeared and I needed to get something done.”

Mark watched me, silent. I take a sip of the drink in my hands and launch into my side of the story, starting with the office visit. When I get to the part where Blake was proposing to use my body as his sex toy, I see Mark wince for a moment.

“Well, I’m sure Blake would love to do that. He loves demeaning women as a form of pleasure in return for favors. You could have struck some kind of deal with him if you let him do it. That’s the way his impulses work.”

Mark seemingly justifying his brother’s actions is like a matador holding up the red flag to draw the bull.

“So, that’s what this is all about isn’t it? You offer to help me but I have to f**k you. Blake wants to help but I have to f**k him. Welcome to Sandstone Ventures where we f**k your business then we f**k you too! Do I have to f**k Kenneth Allen too? How about your receptionist? Do I need to eat her out before she’ll put my calls through?”

“Julia, that’s not what I’m saying,” Mark tries to be rational but I’m past that. “I’m just saying I believe you—Blake’s like that. It was wrong, horribly wrong.”

“Are you really a venture capitalist, or just a highly compensated pimp? How many, Mark? How many people do I have to f**k to get my job back?”

The look on his face changes from quiet strong mentor to sad lost love almost instantly. I can see he doesn’t like being compared to Blake. Who would? I can also see he’s deeply hurt by the idea he set this up. The dear man, who is nothing like the sleazy degenerate who is holding my company hostage, has probably been at lawyers and accountants and everywhere looking for a loop hole.

“You can back out of our deal any time you want,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.

I grow ashamed of the accusation I hurled at Mark. The lady in the jail was right. I can be a stone cold bitch. Sorry for the pain I’ve caused him, I reach out and touch his hand.

“I didn’t mean all that. It’s just been a rough day.”

“Trust means you follow my lead. Trust means you listen to my advice. Trust means you get rid of the theatrics and wait for my call. You’re strong enough to spew fire and brimstone, but are you strong enough to contain it? To control yourself?”

“I understand, Mark, I really do.”

“You do?” He asks. “Let’s see.”

Rising from the couch, he offers me his arm and as I rise he pushes me with all his body weight up against the wall. It happens so fast I really don’t know what’s going on until my back hits the wall with a thud. Grabbing my hair and pulling my head up, he kisses me roughly. I feel my lips and body respond to his strong touch. His hand goes down between my legs, roughly pressing against me. I hear his zipper go down as his body holds me against the wall. Breathless, I open my stance, hoping to show him my regret about today and my willingness to follow.

“Do you trust me?” Mark asks as he reaches down grabbing one of my thighs. He lifts my leg and wraps it around his body, drawing me closer to him. He kisses me deeply, his tongue enjoying my mouth as his hand readies me.

“Yes,” I whisper as he pulls his lips away. I want him to never let me go.

I feel his c**k parting my nether lips finding its way into my wet darkness. I gasp at his slightly awkward entry, and then my body floods his member with my juices, inviting him in deeper. His hands wrap around me, holding me up.

“Lift your other leg,” he commands, pulling my body up and bracing it against the wall as he begins pumping into me. I do what he says quickly—instinctively—without any worry of being dropped. I know he will hold me up. I need him to hold me up. The small thrusts he began with get deeper as he pushes into me harder and harder. It’s the first time I’ve really seen his face, intense and strong as he plunders my body for his pleasure.

Weightless, I am floating on air, the only sensation I feel is the friction as he pumps me again and again. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him. This is everything I need, and all I desire. I’m filled and fulfilled. The depth of his c**k and the bracing of the wall behind me ground me to him. I feel the tingling growing inside me as my muscles tighten around his member. His thrusts become more like sharp quick jabs as I feel him swelling within me, his breath coming out in short hot bursts.

“Ohhh,” I gasp as my body releases, convulsing in his strong arms. It’s a slow deep orgasm that rocks me all the way to my toes. The sounds of my passion and clamping of my pu**y encourages him to pound me harder, his c**k driving itself into me as my shoulders knock against the back wall. He lets out a rough growl as he explodes deep inside my body.