Chapter 4
Kason
I dragged Marcus to a new speakeasy that had opened downtown. The owner was the brother of someone I worked with. I’d told him I’d give it a shot while I was in town. The dinner with my parents had gone all right. Hanna had worn a skimpy little number that hugged her tits and ass in all the right places. I had to keep reminding myself not to stare at her enticing figure. A few times, I caught Marcus looking at me while I was looking at his sister and thought he was going stab me under the table. But then I had slapped his back and talked to him about his problems and finally gotten him to open up.
Apparently Marcus was trying to get his business off the ground but it wasn’t working. He had his own web design business but he couldn’t get anyone in the door to sign contracts with him. He was starting to burn through his entire savings.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me this shit sooner? There’s plenty of shit I have to do with the company website.”
“Don’t you have someone on-site to keep up with that stuff?” Marcus asked.
“Two whiskey sours for the handsome men in the corner.”
The waitress set two drinks in front of us, and I couldn’t help but glance at her tits. They were obviously fake, but you could wrap a fake toy in anything to make it look appealing. Her smile was bright and her makeup was caked on. She licked her ruby red lips lightly before her eyes flickered to Marcus.
“If there’s anything else, please let me know,” she said.
“Will do, doll.” I smirked and turned back to Marcus. “Anyway, as I was saying. I paid a flat fee up front to have the entire thing designed, and then they walked me through how to upkeep it. I touch it sometimes, but I’m too fucking busy to update it regularly. Wanna give it a shot?”
“Kason, I’m not here asking for favors. You asked me what was up my ass and that was it. I got this.”
I snickered. “Obviously, you don’t. But it’s all right. I was fortunate in how I got my start, but some people aren’t. I’ve seen the work you did in high school. If you can do half that shit now, I’ll hire you on.”
“I don’t need your handout,” Marcus said, a bite in his voice.
“Look, do you want the contract or not? It’s time for a redesign anyway, and the information is sorely outdated. Quote me for the initial fee and the monthly installment; then use that shit to land other customers.”
He groaned. “Kason…”
“I’m not going to pressure you any more about it after this. Get a proposal in my hand by tomorrow or keep struggling until you’re broke and crawling home to your parents. I don’t give a shit either way.”
Marcus smirked. “You know you do.”
“Yeah, I fucking do. You’re my best friend, and I’m pissed you didn’t tell me you were struggling earlier.”
“Pride and all that, I guess.”
“Yeah, well, get rid of it. Tell me what’s on your mind, all right, dude?”
“Fine,” Marcus said.
“So.” I swallowed. “How’s Hanna doing in school? Last I heard was something about some dumbass internship she had to do.”
“Yeah, Kason. I was there. That was this morning,” Marcus said.
“Right. Well, I talked to a few people, and there are some spaces she’d be good for. Did you know my company actually has an in-house psychologist working for my HR department? Who the fuck knew?”
Marcus chuckled. “You don’t know who works in your own company?”
“Not individually! I know the departments and their heads and shit, but not all the details.”
“So, you think one psychologist needs an intern?” Marcus asked.
“I called, and she said she could use someone to help with the paperwork, but that would be it. Hanna wouldn’t get any hands-on experience working with anyone. But, there is a place where she would. It just has nothing to do with her degree.”
“Well, what is it?” Marcus asked.
“So, each department head has a secretary. HR, IT—even the main security office that hires the security guards does. But I don't.”
Marcus choked on his drink, and I thought he was going to drown in the whiskey he’d sucked back. I reached over and slapped his back a few times. When he finally regained his composure, I posed the question to him again.
“She’d have her own desk and office, and I could probably write some money into the budget for her, so it’d be a paid internship. She’d sit in on my meetings and take minutes, schedule and reschedule meetings, all that shit. So, it’d fulfill her requirement for school, give her some money, and she’d have some work experience to fall back on. Hell, she could even use it as a job until she found one that suited her career path if she wanted. I don’t give a shit.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Marcus murmured.
“What?”
“Look, I saw the way you were looking at my sister. All through dinner you kept asking her questions. ‘How’s school going?’ and ‘Dating anyone lately?’ and ‘What are your plans after college?’ and ‘Where do you think you’ll live?’”
“The fuck is wrong with those questions?” I asked.
“Dude, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush on my little sister. My baby sister, Kason!”
“I was just making small talk with her. Fuck, Marcus, I hadn’t seen your sister since she left for college!”
“You better not try anything with her. And this secretary thing? It better not be some weird-ass fantasy shit of yours.”
“The fuck does that mean?” I asked
“If you pull that shit with my sister, I’ll kill you and leave you to the birds.”
I stared hard at Marcus, and all he did was stare back. I could tell this had been eating at him all night, and it made me so angry. I had no plans to ever pursue his sister. She was twelve years younger than me. Hell, I’d grown up with her! I’d protected her from bullies! It was like she was my fucking sister, too!
Gross.
But I couldn’t help but tug on Marcus’s strings, especially since he was so worked up.
“Now why would you go and do a thing like kill your best friend over your sister?” I asked. Then that woman walked by again. The one who had served us drinks and whose fake tits were spilling out of her top. The one with her cut-off jeans riding so far up her ass crack that I could see the under slope of those beautiful cheeks. I wanted to cup them in the palms of my hands. I caught her eye, and she stopped to look at me. Just as Marcus began to answer my question, she stopped at our table and bent over.
“I’m sorry, but are you Kason Marx, that tech billionaire guy?”
I smirked. “Maybe.”
The woman was on me faster than Marcus could finish his answer. I knew he was pissed, but I wasn’t fucking with his sister. I had told her I’d get her an internship, and I felt she needed more human interaction than HR could give her. Fuck him if he thought I was trying to get in her pants. I had women, just like this one, flinging themselves at me every single day.
I didn’t need some little girl twelve years younger than me to sit on my face.
The waitress shoved her tongue into my mouth, and her tits brushed against my chest. She took my hand and tugged me to my feet. I happily left Marcus behind and followed her into a back room. She shoved me into a velvet chair and spread my legs wide. When she sank down onto her knees, my dick hardened inside my pants.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered.
She looked up at me with her doll eyes, taunting me while she slowly and torturously pulled my dick free. She licked her tongue along the pulsing ridges of my thick dick. When she wrapped her mouth around it, I relaxed back into the chair. Her mouth was so warm, and her tits were pressing into my legs. I wrapped my hand in her hair and began thrusting deep into her throat.
“That’s it. Take that dick.” I groaned. Her ruby red lips were leaving lustful trails behind on my skin, and I pressed my hips so far into her face that her nose touched my skin. She swallowed and hummed in delight, her cheeks tugging at my dick as she sucked me dry. My balls were hanging low with need. I raised my hips and fucked her face, standing up from the chair while her hands gripped the backs of my thighs.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
My orgasm hit my body with a fury, and I fell back down in the chair. My legs grew taut and my body shook. Her cum-greedy mouth gulped down every single drop I had to give. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to catch my breath. When she cleaned me off with her mouth and released me with a soft pop, I crooked my finger under her chin and guided her in for a slow, warm, delicate kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmured against her lips. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a few bills that I pressed against her palm. I stood up, buckled my pants, and left.
I walked back out to the table and sat down beside Marcus. When I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips, Marcus said two words that caught my attention.
“That’s why.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. You forget that I grew up with your sister, too. She’s like my own sister. You don’t have anything to worry about, dude.”
“I better not.”