Executive Engagement
Her body relaxes. Her eyes close. Her lips part ever-so-slightly as she tilts her head toward the heavens…
She fucking wants it.
“That’s right, baby,” I tell her, running my hands up and down the crispness of her linen blouse. “Feel me. Love me. Give into it.”
“No,” she says, now sounding really irritated. “Feel me—we’re not doing this right now. I need to get a move on…and you need to get the fuck out.”
She pushes me off and steps away.
“But baby,” I joke. I can’t stop grinning. “I’m your mail-order husband. I’m supposed to swan around here all day being pampered until you get back to fuck me.”
She lets out a very angry exhalation, holding her nose briefly.
“Look, enough of this shit. Last night was great and all, but it’s back to business now. I have a job to get to, and you have other various engagements of being a fuck toy, I’m sure.”
She’s clearly trying to insult me. The joke is on her though; it was a rather accurate description. Nothing she’s saying is stinging in the slightest.
She glares at me, sipping some coffee.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a beverage, darling? Were you raised by wolves or something?”
She slams her cup down on the counter—mercifully empty, otherwise she’d be getting changed—and points furiously at the counter.
“Make your own fucking coffee. I’m not your slave!”
“No, babe, but I’m yours. You’re supposed to take me in and love me.” I give her my best sad puppy face. “I have no clothes. I’m stuck here.”
She stares at me, face going flat. “You…”
“Yeah, babe. I arrived here wearing nothing but a fucking bow,” I say, stirring up some coffee for myself and jutting my hips out so it’s very obvious how hard my cock is. “Which you remove from me, if you’ll recall. So, if you want me to get the fuck out, I’m going to get arrested.”
This is fucking hilarious. I grin over the edge of my coffee cup, jiggling my cock up and down.
“Will you fucking stop that!”
“Not until you suck it, babe.”
“Where the fuck do they find guys like you anyway?”
“Oh, we’re made to measure. Printed off an assembly line by 3D printers. Quite amazing actually.”
“Okay, fuck this,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m late now. Really fucking late! Stay here, then. See if I give a shit.”
She grabs her purse and slams out the door.
I chuckle as I finish my coffee. It’s nice to antagonize her just that little bit more—as well as make her late for work.
Wish I could’ve talked her into sex, though. Then, she’d be even later, and it would wear that edge off her.
I sit down on the couch casually, picking up the phone. I call my secretary, but before I can explain everything I need, she’s already on it.
“What’s the address, Will?” she asks.
I chuckle at her bored tone. The many times I’ve ended up buck naked somewhere I don’t remember going!
I settle back to wait for my emergency package to arrive. Once I’ve got a suit and a cell, I’ll head to work and squeeze the new CEO just for kicks.
Once my suit arrives, with a bit of emergency cash and a new phone, I head out to get a cab. It’s a nice morning, all clean and crisp with sunlight.