Chapter 5
The next day came sooner than preferred with both Hannah and Alexis, as they struggled to find their bearings. Though incredibly tame, the long night out took a toll on the two, causing them to be a bit sluggish and temperamental. Hannah sat in Alexis’s cubicle as she laid her head on her desk, groaning softly from the subtle headache that accompanied a night of heavy drinking and lack of sleep. Her blonde hair was in a tight ponytail, as was customary, though somewhat oily and draped over the side of her head forming bangs at the front. Her mouth hung open with slight, inaudible noises emitting from it while she clutched her knees in agony.
Alexis sat at her desk, attempting to organize her desk as best she could, though much slower and to no avail. In a state of haze she sat in her chair with her eyes opened wide, staring at the desk to try and make sense of where everything should go as she slid the various organizational devices around the desk in a slight panic, unable to gain the organization she required to make her day fruitful.
The girls were unable to perform even the basic functions of their jobs without a hint of dizziness, nausea, and the regret from staying out too late the night before. They were reminded of their nights in college, though attending different universities; the nights of awful decadence and disregard for their bodies were quite similar. Hannah, who was in much better shape than Alexis to begin with, struggled much more than her friend. She picked her head up slightly, drooling from the corner of her mouth as she tried to regain any sense of what she had to accomplish that day.
Alexis, on the other hand, was much more focused, yet still thinking about the previous night and how she turned down several men because of her current preference. Though she just met the man, and only spoke to him for a matter of minutes, her intrigue was driven by lust and curiosity. He seemed very intelligent and ambitious; the kind of man that she wished she could find a bit more often.
“Are you still thinking about him?” groaned Hannah, muffling her voice with her head buried under her arms.
“Perhaps,” replied Alexis, standing up from her chair and moving the rest of her things around. “You know how I get after a night of drinking.”
Hannah groaned in disbelief. “I know how amazingly annoying you get after you drink.”
Alexis chuckled before sitting down in her chair, looking out at her desk with approval as the sides of her head continued to throb. “And sometimes you just have to suffer to keep your sanity,” she replied, smiling softly as she leaned on her desk. She crossed her arms in front of the trays, leaving them on the desk as she placed her head down on her forearms, prompting an awfully sinister snarl from Hannah.
“I guess that pain doesn’t want to go away, does it?” asked Hannah rhetorically, leaning back in her chair as she looked around the office, watching the men and women of the consortium work tirelessly for their respective companies while the two of them tried to recover. “Don’t we have something we have to do this morning?”
“We have a conference call with one of the board members in New York in about twenty minutes,” stated Alexis between her forearms, still muffling her voice unintentionally as she tried to compose herself. “They’re going to ask a lot of questions about what happened yesterday.”
Hannah smirked. “Good,” she said. “I’d love to give them all of the details.”
“What details?”
“Well, not all of them; just the important ones,” continued Hannah, smirking a bit while leaning back in the chair.
Alexis looked at Hannah with a perplexed gaze, staring at her friend as she tried to read between the lines of what she just said. While she knew Hannah was not the most promiscuous of all of her friends and colleagues, she knew how to tell when her innuendos were much more than that. “Do you mind explaining?” she asked, pondering what the true meaning behind Hannah’s words. “What exactly do you mean?”
“I don’t know how much I can tell you without getting into the morbid, provocative details, but what I can tell you is that I secured the biggest deal of my professional life,” she answered. “Alexis, I will tell you everything after this next meeting, but we have to be focused. As hung over and tired as the two of us are, we have to stay focused when that conference call begins.”
“Why though?” asked Alexis. “I don’t understand why we have to be focused.”
“Because if I tell our bosses the wrong thing, it could potentially end poorly for us,” she answered, causing Alexis’s look of confusion to change into fear. Hannah paused, thinking a bit before frantically waving her hands in front of her face. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I did not mean for it to sound like that. I just mean that our trip has been fruitful and he doesn’t need to recall us yet. We are not in danger of losing our jobs at all.”
Hannah panicked, causing Alexis to chuckle lightly in relief once she realized that her job and career were not in jeopardy. “It’s not often I get to see you back pedal,” she quipped, jabbing her friend a bit while she watched her calm down. “I saw your reports and your success in the field, and while I wanted to talk to you about it last night, that would have been against the rules. So, before our boss calls us in the next few minutes, please, tell me what happened.”
“It’s going to take a lot longer than a few minutes,” she replied, dropping the corners of her mouth a bit while looking to the side and talking softly. “Alexis, I slept with one of the owners of that company. I don’t know how it got to that point, but it did and I don’t want our bosses to find out about it.”
Alexis’s eyes opened wide as the phone beside her started to ring, alerting her that their conference call was going to be starting a little bit sooner than expected. “This was the last place that I wanted a cliff hanger,” she said, looking at Hannah with her eyes incredibly wide as she hovered her hand over the phone. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to get through this conversation in one piece.”
“I will give you every juicy detail if you just let me do most of the talking,” replied Hannah. “Just hit the button and let me talk his ear off.”
She nodded. “Fine,” said Alexis, pressing the small red button on the side of the receiver. “Good morning, or should I say evening?” announced Hannah, beginning her charm offensive with her supervisors by acknowledging the time difference. It was eight am for the girls, meaning it was eleven pm for their supervisors in New York City. “How has your day been?”
“It’s been very productive,” announced a man on the other end with a very gruff, scratchy voice. “Sorry, I dosed off for a few hours in the recliner and my wife had to wake me up for this conference call. If I seem a little distracted, it’s just because I am.”
Hannah and Alexis laughed as they looked at each other, seeing a great opening. The man on the other line, Richard Dover, had been with the company since the 1980s, knew all of the ins and outs of the oil world, but was unfamiliar with many of the new practices and procedures. He had many contacts, all connected to the old oil industry, all incredibly powerful and wealthy. “It’s fine sir,” stated Hannah, trying to sound coherent for her sleep deprived supervisor. “I know you want to get to bed, so I’ll make sure this is brief.”
“No, that’s fine,” he countered. “Please, I want to hear about this accomplishment. Don’t spare any of the details; I want to be impressed.”
Hannah and Alexis both glared at each other while shaking their heads simultaneously. “Well sir, it really wasn’t that exciting,” started Hannah. “In all honesty, everything can be traced back to our efficiency and ability to handle large quantities of crude oil. They realized that we were an incredibly gifted distributor, and that with our vast network and internal connections, we were the best and most reliable partners they could link up with. It wasn’t anything special, really. We were just at the right place at the right time.”
The two listened to their boss scoff over the phone, not buying into Hannah’s story about her dealings yesterday. “I’ve worked with that family for the better part of twenty years and I promise you that they do not work like this,” he stated plainly. “Don’t feed me a load of mess. Tell me how you were able to convince him to drop every other contract they were in upon completion just to give us all of their product?”
Hannah looked at Alexis with a sense of panic, pondering her next move without making her boss wait too long. She shook her head and licked her lips while she shrugged her shoulders. “Sir, I used my wit and guile to charm him into this deal,” she said, partially confessing without giving any of the details about the encounter. “I overheard that he hated Americans and thought of us all as ugly, rude, and a few other things that I really can’t remember, so I made sure that when I walked into his office, I was the exact opposite of his beliefs. I was incredibly sweet, sincere, and charming, while also pushing up my boobs and unbuttoning the top two buttons.”
“Ha!” laughed Richard from the other side. “That’s my girl! Use what you have to so that you can get the job done! Those grease bag Italians are nothing but perverts if you ask me. Way to play to that and get the job done. I’m really impressed,” he replied, pausing a bit while clearing his throat. “Alexis, how are we going to handle the logistics of this move?”
“Honestly sir, they’re not producing enough crude to hamper us in anyway right now, but by Hannah being able to negotiate the release of crude to our sister companies in the consortium, the logistics won’t be an issue,” she explained politely, rubbing her temples while she tried not to lose focus. “For now, we can use supply trucks and flat beds to carry most of the oil to the coast and use the same tankers we were using before. We still have warehouse space in Jebel Ali, so any excess that we get from these guys, we can store it there and not have to worry about it until we need to. Our reserves will grow a bit because of this deal, but it will ultimately help us in the long run.”
Richard made an inaudible noise on the other end of the line, prompting both of the girls to lean in a bit. “Alexis, you know how much we don’t like to pick up our products.”
“Right, I know, but Hannah was able to negotiate in a pick-up fee,” she quickly replied. “They’re paying for the shipping; we’re just picking it up.”
“Ha!” he laughed again. “That’s genius! So, we charge them a little bit extra to pick up the product at their fields and take it to the port?”
Alexis rolled her eyes, thinking about how this man got to be as powerful as he was. “Sir, it’s something we offer to all of our smaller clients. Many of them just choose not take us up on it.” she explained.
“From what I gathered, sir, they don’t want to have to hire drivers or any other staff to specifically handle freight,” continued Hannah. “It’s honestly a win-win scenario for both parties. We make a little bit more money and they don’t have to spend any more money.”
Richard continued to chuckle. “Ladies, I’m incredibly impressed by that deal. The fact that you were able to tie up someone who, while not incredible, has a very large inventory of crude is an extremely big deal for us. Combine that with how you were able to tie in the sale of their excess inventory to the rest of the consortium makes us look heroic. Even if we can’t use their product, the fact that we secured oil for the other companies makes us look like an even bigger player. They will flock to our aid if we ever need them to now, and it’s really thanks to the two of you.”
“In all sincerity, the two of you heading to Dubai may have very well been the greatest move of your careers,” he praised. “You two are regarded here in the office as the future of this company. Your passion, aggression, and perseverance are unmatched by your peers and we commend you for it. I want the two of you to enjoy the next week and a half. I know you’re there on business, but try to get some time in for some pleasure. I can’t wait to see you two again soon. I’ll talk to you next week.”
“Thanks Richard,” said Alexis as she grinned at Hannah.
“We can’t wait to see you guys again!” exclaimed Hannah, fist bumping Alexis as Richard hung up the phone. With two enormous sighs of relief, the girls leaned back in their chairs and looked up at the ceiling, taking the next few moments to relax and gather their thoughts. Hannah, still looking up at the ceiling, started to chuckle as she leaned forward, placing both of her hands on Alexis’s desk before shaking her head with a very wide eyed smile. “I cannot believe how well that went.”
Alexis laughed before sitting up and repositioning herself in her chair. “I can,” she replied confidently. “You made the company a lot of money. They don’t care about how it happened, just that you got the deal in writing. Honestly, Hannah, you could’ve told him you blew the owner of the company if it got that signature on a contract.”
“Well, now that you mention it,” implied Hannah.
“Hannah Burchfield!” yelled Alexis in a state of shock. “Is that why he signed off on the deal?”
Hannah bit her lip and looked back at Alexis with a sly grin. “Maybe,” she said, letting the awkward silence set in before shaking her head. “No, we had already finished negotiating before other things happened.”
“Oh, well, alright then,” replied Alexis. “So, what happened? I have to know.”
“Look, you know me Alexis, and you know that there are times when I think a little emotionally instead of rationally,” began Hannah, looking across the desk as her best friend looked back in morbid curiosity. “So, when we got off the phone yesterday, I walked into a small trailer to meet with an Italian man who I thought was the foreman of the oil field…”
I got out of the car without my normal disposition. After the car ride, I felt a bit uneasy, simply because the terrain scrambled my brains and made my muscles ache like they never had before. So while I was incredibly sore, I still had a job to do and didn’t drive to the Oman border to come home empty handed. The sandy dirt was everywhere, and when I opened the door of my car and put my expensive shoe into it, I immediately became upset with myself. These shoes - Prada, were white leather, cost me the better part of six hundred dollars, and without even thinking, I stepped into the dirty sand and sunk in. Normally, I wouldn’t let something like this deter me, but, I also don’t normally travel out to oil fields in the Middle East.
The pathway to the management trailer was paved with a thin layer of asphalt but still covered in the sandy dirt. I walked along the pathway softly, trying not to stir the dirt with my footsteps. I stepped up the three, wooden steps and placed my hand on the silver knob, though not turning it because I was listening in to the incredibly loud conversation coming from the inside of the small structure. Though it was in Italian, which I can speak pretty well, the dialect was a bit different and the sounds were muffled from the well-insulated trailer. The man inside was on the phone, having a conversation with someone from Italy and it was about me, and how he was going to have to entertain some idiot from America and let them know about how their company ran.
I giggled, loving that he was already upset with me and I had yet to walk through the door. I kept listening at how he referred to most Americans as ugly, rude, and above all, classless. While some of what he said could be true, I felt like I could immediately gain the upper hand. I was wearing khakis; the same ones I wore yesterday while I was at the office, along with that white button up blouse and the khaki vest. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and tightened my bra straps, raising up my breasts just enough to where my cleavage was showing through the opening of the shirt. I fixed my hair, making sure it looked perfect, though still pulled back in a ponytail. I had checked my makeup before I got out of the car, so I knew my face looked fabulous. I put my hand back on the door knob and turned it, pulling the door open and stepping into the room with authority. I walked straight to the Italian man in front of me, who totally caught me off guard.
He was very well built; tall, muscular shoulders with thick biceps and a very broad torso. His legs were thick and muscular, almost as if he had worked on the rigs his entire life and had to lift the hundred pound pipes daily. His skin tone was olive, just like most Italians, but was incredibly tanned from what I perceived to be too many days in the sun. His accent was different from what I was used to, though the only real interaction I ever had with Italians speaking in their native tongue was either in Rome, Milan, Naples, or Turin. Though the northern states tend to sing their words a little bit more, this man’s accent was very direct and loud. Anyways, he turned and looked at me, placing his phone down and maintaining a very firm scowl.
“And might I ask who you are?” he asked in English, which surprised me. I honestly expected him to greet me in Italian, which tipped me off that he knew who I was.
“Good afternoon!” I said with a very perky smile, over doing it a bit with my aggressive personality. I knew he didn’t want to see me, but hearing that he thought most American’s were rude, I decided to go quite aggressive with the happiness.
I set my bag beside the door and walked toward him, stretching my hand out to shake his. His eyes immediately relaxed and his scowl turned into more of a curious frown as he stretched his hand out and shook mine. “My name is Hannah Burchfield and I’m with the American Oil Trade and Refiners,” I introduced, still being incredibly positive and perky. My eyes were relaxed as I looked at his with our hands interlocked, trying to read his emotions to get a better feel for the negotiations.
“Gregorio Bonnucci,” he said calmly, releasing my hand and staring into my eyes as I gazed into his. “So, you are who they sent to talk about our relationship?”
“I am,” I replied, catching him off guard with my answer. “Am I not what you were expecting?” I asked coyly, trying to provoke an answer to see where his head was at. If he said no, then I knew he was a liar and I was already in his head. If he said yes, then I knew I had to charm him a bit more, but by his facial expressions and body language, I did not think it would take much longer.
However, my mind was also wandering during the very brief moment. His name sounded incredibly familiar, and the more I thought about it, I remembered hearing it before. I didn’t dwell on it though, because that didn’t help me at all. Knowing who he was did not offer me an immediate advantage, though once I realized who he was, I knew that I was in the best position of my career. “You are much different than what I had imagined coming to visit me today,” he answered. “Normally, the people who are sent out to the fields are grizzled men who are way too vulgar, thinking that they are talking to some foreman on a rig.”
I grinned, walking over to a couch and having a seat at the end as he stood up in the center of the room. I started to analyze him more closely, trying to pinpoint who this man was and what he was about. I started feeling that he wasn’t the rig foreman. He looked sure of himself, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. His khakis were neatly pressed and his shoes while worn, looked incredibly expensive. His shirt was a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, didn’t look very impressive. “Well I can start swearing a bit if it will make you feel more comfortable,” I stated, trying to charm him a bit. “I’d hate for you to feel out of sorts.”
“Oh no, you’re fine,” he responded, pulling his hands out of his pockets and motioning at her that it was not a problem. He was incredibly relaxed, which was starting to unnerve me a bit. “How was your drive from Dubai? The roads here in the U.A.E. are not exactly spectacular. For all the oil money that is flowing through the veins of this country, it doesn’t tend to end up in the country’s infrastructure outside of the big cities.”
“Clearly,” I acknowledged sarcastically, pointing to my shoulder and hip. “The bumpy roads gave me the worst massage I think I’ve ever had.”
He laughed at my misfortune. “Well, fortunately you didn’t have to pay for it,” he quipped playfully, working with my banter a bit and unwinding. I felt like he was starting to get comfortable with me. Fortunately, one of the biggest things I learned in negotiating is to keep your opposition comfortable, because when they’re comfortable, they’re more likely to give in to stay comfortable. “I always try to take a helicopter from the port or from another one of my family’s sites to get to this location,” he continued, tipping me that I was speaking to one of the owners of the company. “The roads here, no matter which direction you come from, are just awful. It’s as if the United Arab Emirates is trying to keep their citizens in the country by deterring them with poor travel conditions.”
“Ha!” I laughed, still working to charm him, though with a hint of legitimacy. He was incredibly charming, relating to me while I sat on the couch in front of him. Gregorio Bonnucci was the son of Geovani Bonnucci, the wealthiest oil tycoon in Italy. The family controlled vast amounts of oil fields and possessed a great deal of influence.
Alexis, you and I have dealt with this family a few different times, though never in a face to face encounter. We’ve always dealt with their intermediaries and have always been remotely successful. While I knew that they owned and ran this field, I was definitely not expecting one of the owners to meet me personally at the field. For the first time in a long while, I got somewhat nervous. I honestly felt like I wasn’t in control for the first time in my career.
“So Mr. Bonnucci, why have you requested a meeting with us?” I asked, prying for information while trying to look relaxed, sitting back on the couch and leaning against the corner with my arm draped over the side. He walked up to me and sat on the other side of the couch, turning his body sideways placing his back against the arm of the couch and placing his left arm on the top of it.
He smiled softly as he got comfortable, adjusting his hips a bit as he slid around. “Ms. Burchfield, I understand that your company is very influential, powerful, and wealthy. We have relationships in most of the countries that we have fields and you all are very good to us in a sense that you pay us on time and pick up your product expediently. I wanted to talk to a negotiator because I feel like our relationship is incredibly jagged and not as fruitful as it could be,” he explained, talking softly while gesturing with his right hand while leaving his left firmly on the back of the couch.
“Please, call me Hannah,” I asked politely, hating to hear people call me by my last name. “My mother is Ms. Burchfield. I’m just Hannah,” I said playfully, smiling while delivering the message with sincerity, though with a sense of immaturity.
“Fine, Hannah,” he laughed, “Please, call me Gregorio then.”
“Ok, Gregorio,” I replied, turning my body to face him, placing my back against the inside arm of the couch and tilting my body toward the back cushions. “What do you feel we can do to make our relationship more fruitful?” I asked, knowing that I needed to understand what my reason for being out there was. I had given up on my pursuit for acquiring new products now and shifted my focus to making sure I could maintain our current relationships.
He smiled, leaning back a bit more while composing himself, thinking about his answer and the phrasing he needed to deliver it. I could tell we were both very aggressive in our negotiations typically, furthermore by watching his body language and facial expressions, I deduced we were both posturing for position in our discussion. “There is a lot of money flowing from this portion of the region. While our relationships in the past were devoted to, as one of your negotiators told us before, stop gaps in production, we feel that we are able to produce enough to actually become a much larger producer for you all. We feel that, given the right arrangement, we could deepen both of our pockets and create a relationship based on making each other richer than ever,” he explained, pointing out how he and his company were starting to think a bit more globally.
“Oh, so you want to expand our relationship?” I asked, trying to see what he was hinting at while not being abrasively rude.
“I think that would be amazing,” he answered. “We haven’t spoken to any other companies yet because we really understand that you are one of the best in your field. We want to work with your company.”
“Oh,” I said with a hint of surprise. “We have a few openings in our inventory. Perhaps you could give me a few minutes to see what I can make happen?” I asked, surprised that he wanted to expand our relationship. When I came out here, I really thought our relationship had soured, not the other way around. I started thinking frantically, going through our inventories in my mind about what orders I knew we could fill with their product, though I really didn’t know the volume they were seriously considering offloading on us.
I hammered home my points, playing on their need for us to be in a cooperative relationship with one another and how we must help one another in order to achieve the goals that we need for both of us to succeed. We kept talking for the next hour about logistics, discussing the quantity in terms of barrels, boat loads, and even complete ownership of the product produced from certain fields. It was an incredible conversation that I was not expecting to have. I went in there with the feeling that I would have to be an absolute bitch, but instead, I was able to really talk about products and how we would move them. This was incredibly beneficial for all of us and a huge boost for me.
Alexis, my confidence was sky high. I honestly felt unstoppable as we ironed out the finer points of our deals. While this wasn’t the biggest deal I had ever negotiated, the fact that I was able to throw in everyone from the consortium made it even better. There was no amount that his company could produce that the consortium couldn’t offload. For me, personally, this was great. Once we had everything finished, I stood up from the couch and started walking around, noticing that I was sweating a bit. “Do you mind if I take this vest off?” I asked, trying to be polite, even though I was going to do it anyway. He shook his head as I pulled the vest off, still showing off my cleavage from the unbuttoned portion of my blouse.
Gregorio looked at me differently now as I placed my vest on one of the chairs. “Are you alright?” he asked, looking at me as I placed my hands over my head and stretched my arms out, accidentally poking my chest out more.
“Yeah, I’m just a bit stiff from that car ride,” I answered as I rubbed my shoulders. “Everything is just a bit more sore than normal after that road trip.”
He chuckled. “I completely understand,” he replied. “Would you like for me to call our physical therapist we keep on staff? Maybe she can work out any of those sore spots?”
“Is she a massage therapist?” I asked playfully. “I don’t think a physical therapist can really help what I’ve got going on. It’s just in my muscles.”
“Well, what’s sore?” he asked as he stood up from the couch and stepped toward me as I pointed at my shoulders, turning around as he placed his hands on them, pushing his thumbs into my muscles firmly. His hands were incredibly gifted as he caressed my shoulders. I tilted my head up and looked at the dark ceiling of the trailer, enjoying every second that his hands were on me. “Is that good?” he asked, still rubbing the same spots. “Very.” I said, stepping forward to place my hands on a table, slouching over a bit letting him go a little lower. His hands started working down my back, spending a great deal of time in each square inch. I looked forward, feeling his fingers work magically as I bit my bottom lip. He worked the muscles in my neck and lower back simultaneously, staying on them for a few minutes before moving his hands back to my shoulders rubbing them again before working down my upper arms to rub my biceps.
“Please don’t stop,” I requested, moaning slightly again his hands began moving progressively down to the small of my back to work the muscles there. I gripped the table tightly as he pushed his hands into the muscles above my waist. I bit my bottom lip as perverse thoughts started to go through my head. Acting on impulse, I turned around and made my move. Placing my arms around his neck, I pulled him to me as I kissed him. He opened his mouth and I started to suck on his bottom lip, nibbling on it while we kissed. After a few moments, we started walking toward the couch.
With him sitting on the center cushion, I placed both of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him with my breasts against his solid chest. We continued to kiss passionately as our tongues started to stroke each other. He placed his fingers on my thighs, working them slightly like he worked the muscles in my back, it felt amazing. My muscles tensed up just enough that I could feel every push from his fingertips. I could tell that Gregorio was an aggressive, dominant man, and to be honest with you, I was incredibly ok with it.
“Wait a second,” interrupted Alexis, trying to piece together where they were at in the story with the facts that she knew about her best friend. “First off, you’re never ok with a dominant man. Second, this all started with him giving you a friendly massage to work out some of the muscles that were aching after your travels? I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time believing both of those.”
Hannah smirked. “Alexis, sometimes I enjoy not being in control. While yes, I possess an incredibly dominant personality, I also understand that it is in my best interest to occasionally let someone else be in control. Even after my confidence was the highest it has been in ages, I felt this was one of those occasions that would best serve me if I did happen to let go,” she explained calmly, almost in a condescending tone. “And as for your second point, you can think whatever you want to think. It may or may not have started that way, but you, Alexis, will never know if I’m lying or not. Now may I continue with the juicy details?”
Alexis scoffed with her mouth open as she looked across the table at her friend giving her a smut filled story. “Fine, please continue,” requested Alexis, accepting that Hannah never had to tell her what the real reason for their encounter was.
Now, before I was so rudely interrupted. I was still straddling his waist, letting him caress my thighs. His hands worked up to my ass, caressing it firmly as I started to rub my hands across his well-defined shoulders and chest. I started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. His chest was very well-defined with tight pectoral muscles and chiseled abs. He looked as if he stepped off a runway and just so happened to end up in this trailer with me. I started caressing his chest, running my nails lightly over his tight, dark nipples. He groaned, when I took one of the little buds between my fingers to give it a slight squeeze. With a low growl, he firmly grabbed my ass, pulling me toward him.
Gregorio moved his hands around to my stomach and started unbuttoning my blouse. Still kissing me the whole time as I started to grind my hips into his. It didn’t take long, but once he adjusted his pants a little bit, I could feel the rock-hard glory nestled comfortably between his legs. It felt impressive, while I had yet to personally look at his cock, it felt as if it would do a very good job. Our mouths released as he finished unbuttoning my blouse, immediately pulling it off my chest and tossing it the side. He didn’t waste any more time reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra. Once released, my boobs dropped a bit, falling into his face like a child turning the knob on a jack in the box. With a cocky grin, he ran the very tip of his tongue teasingly around my right nipple before pulling it into his hot mouth.
I moaned, feeling every flick of his gifted tongue as it caused shivers to travel down my spine. His mouth felt amazing against my breast as I wrapped my hands around his head. I ran my fingers through his dark hair as he moved over to my other breast, licking that nipple and slightly nipping at it with his teeth. I moaned as the sharp nipping increased. I grasped his hair in ecstasy as he continued to make my spine tingle. Honestly, I have never had a man do to my breasts what Gregorio could do. The attention he spent with his tongue was second to no one and after a few more minutes, I was ready to take control and dominate him, though honestly, he beat me to it.
He placed his hands underneath my hips and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his midsection as his mouth was still attached to my nipples, licking them furiously before setting me down on the couch. He took his mouth off my breast and stood in front of me as I gazed up at him in amazement. His eyes were affixed to mine as I sat at the edge of the couch, working my hands up his pant legs. I felt his muscular calves first, massaging them as I inched my way up. Sliding my hands around to work up the front side of his legs, I kept edging my way up, with my eyes firmly stuck on his, making it to his belt in a reasonable time, still teasing him slightly. I pulled back on the leather strap and unfastened the buckle to remove his belt. I worked the button before placing my hand on his zipper, grasping a hold of the metallic end sliding it down. My head was level with his groin when I finally released my gaze, turning my attention to what was in front of me. I placed my hands on both sides of his pants and pulled them down.
Before I could stop myself, I chuckled at the sight before my eyes. His undergarments were pink satin and had a black and yellow bulls-eye across the crotch. They were American style boxers, loose all around, but the overall look made me laugh. “I’m sorry,” I told him as I turned my eyes away from his underwear. “I was not expecting…”
“I don’t like for my ladies to guess where the target is,” he quipped quickly, charming me a bit as I composed myself. “It’s perfectly marked for you.”
“Well aren’t you just so polite,” I replied back while pulling them down. His package was as impressive as I felt while on top of him. While the length was only slightly above six inches, it was the girth that enthralled me. Alexis, he rivaled a beer can with the width of his cock. I have a large mouth but damn. I placed my right hand on his incredibly hard cock, unable to connect my fingers to my thumb. “This is going to take some work,” I said, leaning in and kissing the head of his cock.
He moaned slightly as the tip of my tongue touched his dick. “Don’t worry,” he moaned softly. “I’ve never had a woman actually get her entire mouth around it and go all the way down.”
Unfortunately, Alexis, my ego took over. “Challenge accepted,” I said, standing up from my seated position on the couch while holding on to his cock. I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth before pushing him onto the couch; picking his leg up and draping it on the back. With his cock straight up in the air, I placed my right hand on the bottom of his shaft and my mouth firmly around the head, licking it a bit while I gave myself the courage to try something difficult. I pulled myself forward and positioned my head just right before going down gradually with my jaw fully extended, all the way down to his neatly trimmed pubes. All six and some change inches went into my mouth, gagging me once I got all the way down. Gregorio moaned exuberantly as I made it to the bottom, pulling up quickly so I could breathe.
“You did it,” he said, reaching up for my head and grabbing me by my blonde ponytail. “Now let’s see if you can do it again.” He pulled me forward and placed my head back on his incredibly hard cock. My jaw was sore, but he griped my hair tightly as my head went up and down on his rigid dick. Saliva started trickling from the corners of my mouth as I kept working his shaft, feeling the head of his dick continuously touch the back of my throat. He continued to moan as my tongue worked against the underside of his shaft while my hand was stroking it from the bottom. I sucked on it as best I could until I felt it starting to throb. Within seconds a string of milky cum erupted from his head, right down the back of my throat. I didn’t have a chance to catch any of it in my mouth or on my tongue, because his dick was so far in my mouth, the cum went straight down my throat. After a few more strokes, he was finished climaxing and I pulled my mouth off of his still incredibly erect dick.
“Are you alright?” I asked playfully, knowing that if he told me anything else, he was a blatant liar.
He exhaled slowly, clearly relaxed from the massive load he just shot down my throat. “I’m better than alright,” he replied as he sat up slowly, swinging his legs around to stand up, leaving me on my knees on the couch. He stepped in front of me and pushed me onto my back, grabbing my pants and panties from my hips to pull them off in one fierce motion. Placing his hands between my knees, he pushed them apart as he lowered his face to my cunt. He spread my pussy lips with his jaw, his tongue flicking my clit, immediately causing me to moan and flex my hips into his face. My pussy was already dripping after the blowjob I gave him, and he lapped up my nectar like a man dying of thirst. He brought his right hand over my cunt, spreading my lips even further to expose my clit to his questing tongue. I moaned loudly as his talented tongue did circles around my sensitive little button.
Alexis, I’ve never came so quickly. Gregorio, this random Italian businessman, had the most gifted tongue I had ever come across. After a few short minutes, I was screaming in ecstasy as the muscles in my vagina tightened and I came so hard I was left breathless for a moment. I sat back regaining my breath but I knew that he wasn’t done with me yet. I felt him adjust my hips a bit, centering them on the couch while pushing my legs back toward my shoulders. My cunt was oozing with honey as his hard cock slid into my pussy with ease. As thick as his dick was, my over-heated pussy stretched to accommodate it perfectly and within a few seconds, the heavy thrusting began. Gregorio was a very direct man, both in business and in the bedroom. His thrusts were hard and deep, pulling his cock out to where only the head stayed in before ramming it back into me. I had never been so completely filled, so totally stretched before. My poor, abused little pussy continued to convulse with each drive and I started to climax again, only this time on his thick cock. He let out a deep groan when my pussy clamped down around him and he kept up the feverish pace, pounding into me till I didn’t even know my own name. Before long I felt his dick starting to throb again inside me. He looked me in the eyes as a smile crept over his face. “Where do you want it?” he asked, hinting that he was close.
“Don’t pull out,” I said, letting him know where I wanted his seed to end up. After another minute, his dick erupted inside of me, spraying his load into my gaping pussy while I quivered in elation as I felt it coat my insides. He stayed in me for a few moments after he came, leaning forward to kiss my legs while we both relaxed a bit. After pulling out of me, Gregorio walked over and grabbed both of us a towel from one of his desk drawers.
“So, basically, you two had celebration sex,” quipped Alexis, chuckling under her breath as she listened to Hannah’s story.
With a subtle nod and a shrug of her shoulders, she agreed. “Yes, we did, and to be honest, it was amazing.”
Alexis thought to herself for a bit while she stared at her friend. “Why didn’t you tell me about this last night at dinner?”
“Because we don’t talk about work when we’re out having fun,” answered Hannah. “Besides, getting your mind off this place clearly didn’t work that well. We went with the intention of getting you some action, and in turn, left with nothing.”
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t get my mind off that guy,” continued Alexis. “I mean, there is just something about him that makes me want to get closer to him and learn about who he is and what he is about. The mysterious nature of him is just something that I don’t know if I can handle and I want to get to the bottom of it.”
Hannah stood up and stretched her legs, stumbling a bit from the hangover but catching herself before anyone noticed. “Look, do you want to meet this guy?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Great, are you willing to come off as creepy or like a stalker to get him to notice you?” asked Hannah, prompting Alexis to look at her with a bit of an awkward glare.
“Maybe?” she replied with a questionable tone. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
Hannah laughed. “Well, that’s better than no,” she stated jokingly. “Look, do you know where he is right now?”
“Yeah, he’s in a board meeting with many of the other investors,” replied Alexis. “It’s in one of the conference rooms on this floor.”
Hannah nodded. “Then you’re going to camp out there all day and wait for him to walk out, and then, you’re going to follow him until he stops walking and get him to ask you out.”
“Wait, what?”
“I did not stutter. You will hang out near the door of that conference room and make it seem as if you’re just running into him again, and then, by chance or happenstance, the two of you will wander together and if he asks you out, then it’s meant to be. If he doesn’t, then, well, move on. He wasn’t that into you anyway.”
Alexis nodded slowly. “So, you’re saying that I need to do something fairly childish to get his attention?”
“Absolutely.”
Alexis continued to look at Hannah with a very odd look. “I don’t have any other options in this that I can think of that would be anywhere remotely better than that,” she followed up. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Damn right, you will.”