Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

I should have been ecstatic. Food and sex, in that order, were rapidly becoming my two favorite things. Food being there long before sex. Though, without Joshua there, there was a hole in my being I just couldn’t fill. No matter how huge or delicious the feast laid before me. It wasn’t just my sex holes I wanted filled by my master but the ones in my heart and my soul.

The food was gone quickly. I didn’t want to be eating when my master came back for me. Cleaning my plate like a good girl, I put the whole kit and caboodle on the bedside table, to make room for him. Leaving the robe on, because he hadn’t told me I could take it off, I lay back on my bed. Waiting for him to return and use me as he wished.

Just to make things clear, I angled myself toward the camera, on the chance he was watching from wherever the feed went, and opened my legs wide. The robe coming open at the bottom. Giving the electronic eye a full view of every thing I had down there. Hoping he would see I was ready for him. I was ready for him. Ready for anything. Except for the nothing that was to come.

Chapter Eleven - Joshua

It was going to be a good day. The investors, who could be stroppy at the best of times, finally understood the value of my presence in the president’s office. I had started the company after all. It only stood to reason that I might know a thing or two. A predictable fact that was given final evidence by the project I’d started. It was going to be big. Something no tech company had attempted since Microsoft back in its heyday. The media were already calling me the new Bill Gates. I wasn’t quite sure if I that was a compliment but the commentators seemed to think it was, so I just let it happen.

It had been a long road with more than a few setbacks but we were finally on the path to victory. It wasn’t the first. time. Not by. a long shot.still, it was a trek that had yet too lose any of its appeal.

The wheels squeaked not at all as I rolled the chair away from the desk. Within seconds, there they were. Actual size and in living color, displayed on the wall sized screen. The screen had been my idea. As was the particular network being used to beam their images into my office from all corners of the globe. Instant and accurate sub titles coming up when needed.

I was going to be on the news soon to announce the project and, perfectionist that I was, I wanted to make sure that everything was going smoothly before the off. Even though it was something I had certainly done before. Media appearances in my line of work about as common as general meetings in others.

I wasn’t actually sure what time it was for everyone when the call started. At least not in New York. It was important to try and find a time that wouldn’t be ungodly for everyone else. The last thing I needed was for them to be tired and cranky. On my end it was so late it counted as early. At least according to the insanity of the standard time zones. One of the greatest drawbacks to the modern, American businessman Even more than the I.R.S. or anti-trust laws. Neither of which I really minded much, outside of the aspect of government control. I had no problem with an agreed on administration and organization by consent. It was when those in power started to see their positon as some kind of “right” that things tended to go pear-shaped. At least, if the Civil War is anything to go by. The English Civil War in any case. Pretty much anything America did politically, Europe did first. Including going to a cash economy and abolishing slavery.

The news was good. It was written on their faces. No new glitches or gremlins had come about since the last round of testing. They were all about to get a lot more money to add to their already obscene fortunes. It made me a little sick in a way. ‘Pot meet kettle’ as my sister would say. It was true. I did like having the money. It gave a sense of security and true freedom. The only real freedom to be had in a capitalist democracy being financial freedom. I could buy whatever I needed and pay away any problem. Even then I had a ridiculous amount. Most of the excess I gave to charity. No doubt another reason for the Gates comparison.

There were others who seemed to have their entire sense of their manhood if not their identity twisted up in their financial sense. Like they would be eunuchs, or even worse non-entities, if they ever stopped bringing in more money than any mere, foolish mortal could possibly spend in ten life times. A few of them, I happened to know, could, and in fact did, own entire countries. Small countries but still.