Eye Candy (5 page)

“Yeah, presents and toys!” screamed the two together.

“Sounds like a great idea, Monica,” I said as I paused long enough to take a break from eating. “The idea of your dad on the barbeque grill is a must-see.”

“Come on, Aaron, you know my dad is a self-proclaimed chef. I would be remised, and he offended, if I didn’t delegate him as the cook on that day.”

“I agree.”

After we all completed our dinner, it was time to put the twins to bed and spend some quality time with my wife. Monica stayed downstairs in the kitchen and washed the dishes while I tended to the boys and made them take a hot bath. They enjoyed their bath but even more so by playing with the cartoon action figures from earlier. That being said, it was a challenge trying to get them to remain still and clean them. Finally, after about twenty minutes struggling in the bathtub the boys were clean as ever. I toweled them dry and put on their matching Batman pajamas.

“Okay, guys it’s time to hit the sack,” I said as we all stood in their room. “Give me a kiss and climb into your beds.”

I noticed Braylon yawning as he climbed into his twin-size bed. Quickly, I thought about how Monica’s sediments were so right and her master plan was in full effect now.

“Where’s mommy?” asked Brandon reluctantly climbing into his bed after giving me a kiss.

“She’ll be up in a minute and give you two your goodnight kiss. For now, it’s lights out.”

I tucked Brandon in pulling the top sheet and blanket up to his shoulders. His eyes were heavy with sleep as if the Sandman had just arrived. Then, I turned toward his brother’s bed and pulled up his covers making sure he was secured and comfortable. Not to my surprise, he was already dead asleep. I kissed him on his forehead then exited the room but leaving their door barely open. The night light in their room illuminated it just enough so you could see they were both asleep from the hall.

As I looked farther down the hall, I noticed our bedroom door was ajar and I could hear the shower running. There was a slight bit of steam slowly making its way out of the room. I knew Monica was unwinding with a boiling hot shower which she always loved to do. That was my cue to go downstairs and retrieve two small glasses of wine. Once I made it back upstairs, all the lights in the bedroom were off and few scented candles were burning. The radio was playing nothing but pillow talk music.

“Well, Mr. Principal, I see you finally made it,” said a voice from behind me as I walked into the bedroom.

When I turned around, it was Monica all dressed up in her naughty Catholic school girl uniform. Her skirt was royal blue and made extra short which showed her sexy legs and thighs. Of course, the matching top was even sexier and was super tight hugging her breasts which were in a Victoria Secret bra.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Well, I had to go downstairs and…”

“No talking now,” she said taking the glass of wine from my hand. Then she walked around me in a circular motion very slowly while touching me with a small leather whip. “You know, Mr. Principal, I’ve been a very naughty girl today.”

“So you know what that means,” I said still looking forward as she circled back into my view. I took a brief moment and took a small sip of the wine from my glass.

“Punishment I assume.”

“You’re damn right.”

“Are you going to give me a demerit, Mr. Principal?”

“No.”

“What about putting me into school detention?”

“No.”

“So what are you going to do to me, Mr. Principal?”

“I’m going to give you a good spanking you deserve.”

Now some married couples going on their fifth year of marriage lived a bland one. The ups and downs of marriage can do that sometimes. Even so, not Monica and I as we always used creative role playing as a prelude to love making which helped break the monotony of just sex.

We both put our glasses down after finishing off the remaining wine that was in the bottom of it. Then, I grabbed the small, yet soft, leather whip out of Monica’s hand and pushed her on the bed. She lay on the bed with her backside facing me.

“Now turn over on your back,” I ordered after I struck her naked rear end a few times.

“Oh, Mr. Principal, I’m so ready for the rest of my punishment,” she yelled out.

Then like a male virgin on prom night, I dove in face first as Monica spread her legs wide open. I gave her a slow, gentle, and relaxing massage on her clitoris with my tongue that made her shiver. For the next fifteen minutes, I kept my face buried in between her legs while she moaned.

“Aaron, baby, I’m almost there!”

“No, you don’t, what’s my name?” I asked pausing for a minute coming up for air.

“I mean, Mr. Principal. Don’t stop go back down!”

As she commanded, I obeyed like a good husband watching her erupt like a volcano. My tongue never missed a stroke as I looked at my wife’s face which was extended to the ceiling as her back arched. Violently, her legs trembled as she squeezed her legs around my head but I kept stroking with my tongue. When her episode was over, I licked the flowing juices not letting a drop waste. Then, I climbed on top and we both came together. After our gratifying efforts, we both fell sound asleep. She even forgot to give the twins their goodnight kiss.

CHAPTER 5

The elevator doors briskly opened and I made my way into the office for another day at Donaldson and Bradshaw. As I pushed opened the large glass doors, I noticed the hustle and bustle of the firm seemed to never stop. It was only seven-thirty and everyone was busy or seemed to play the part very well. I began my normal trek to my corner office as I did so for so many years. But on this particular morning, it was different. Today was the official day I began working on the revitalization project so I walked with more pride.

“Good morning, Mr. Malone,” said a young man pushing a stainless steel cart full of mail.

“Good morning, Ryan.”

Ryan was our head mail room clerk who had been with the firm for a few years now. Everyone liked him because he was smart, efficient, and most importantly never screwed up the outgoing mail. He had aspirations of being a celebrity trial lawyer like his idol, Robert Shapiro, who resided in Los Angeles. A pre-law major at Mercer University, often Ryan could be caught watching the latest segment of
Court TV
in any one of the company’s three break rooms during his lunch.

“Good morning, sir,” said a young pretty woman walking past me as I came even closer to my office.

“Good morning to you,” I replied back.

I had never seen her before and figured she was just another temp the company had hired. Mr. Bradshaw was well-known for that as it saved him more money not paying high salaries and benefits.

After walking through the office maze, I was almost at my destination. I noticed in the short distance ahead of me stood Sebastian and Tiffany having a candid conversation at the water cooler right outside my office door. I figured Sebastian was up to his old tricks again and taking a stab at getting to know the new consultant. Mr. Ladies’ Man had every intention of seeing if he could land her in the sack as he did with every attractive woman who came into our office. I shook my head and smiled, thinking I guess you just can’t teach an old dog a new trick. Surprisingly, their conversation seemed to be going well as Tiffany’s body language was very receptive to whatever he was saying to her. Within a few seconds, I finally walked up to the pair.

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour once again,” Sebastian said turning his head away from Tiffany and her smile.

“Good morning, you two,” I said quickly trying to get to my office. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Actually no, Aaron,” Tiffany said. “We were just talking about how everyone is excited to see the initial sketches for the revitalization project.”

“Yes, this is one of my biggest projects ever, but I think you’ll be quite impressed,” I said boastfully. “Now, if you two will excuse me, I have a one-on-one meeting with Mr. Bradshaw I’m on my way to.”

“You mean the meeting at seven forty-five?” asked Tiffany.

“Yes.”

“Well, Aaron, I’ll be joining you two for the meeting,” Tiffany said smiling even more by now.

“You will?” I asked in an astonished tone. “I didn’t get word of that in my memo yesterday.”

“Mr. Bradshaw’s secretary just sent me an email notification right before I arrived here at your office today,” Tiffany calmly said. “Don’t worry, Aaron, I promise to be all ears and won’t get in the way.”

“Mr. Bradshaw probably overlooked the technicality yesterday in the memo to you, Aaron,” said Sebastian finally breaking his silence. “You know how he can be since he is so busy and all.”

“Well, who am I to question the man who signs the checks, right?” I asked. “Besides, it will be good for you to sit in with us. The left hand always needs to know what the right one is doing so they’re on the same page.”

“I couldn’t have agreed with you more,” Tiffany said. “So are you ready to proceed to Mr. Bradshaw’s office?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll catch up with you later, Aaron,” said Sebastian after drinking the remaining contents from his cup.

“Sounds like a plan, Sebastian,” I replied back.

“And enjoy the rest of your day and stay here, Tiffany,” Sebastian said with a gentlemanly smile throwing his paper cup in the trash can next to the cooler.

“Why thank you,” she exclaimed. “And you do the same.”

As Sebastian walked away, Tiffany and I strolled towards Mr. Bradshaw’s office. It was on the same floor but completely on the other side. His office nearly dwarfs the size of mine and almost took up one-half of the entire floor. From his office, one could also see the beautiful and breathtaking views of the North Georgia Mountains.

When we arrived in front of Mr. Bradshaw’s office, his secretary desk was right outside his door. She kindly motioned us to enter as she knew we were expected. There were two giant oak-colored doors that stood side by side leading into his office. They both extended from the floor all the way to the ceiling. I grabbed the shiny brass handle to one of the doors and opened it inwards for Tiffany. Then, I motioned for her to enter first. I followed behind her, closing the door after me.

“I see you two have arrived,” said Mr. Bradshaw sitting behind his enormous cherry-colored desk. “Please, come in and take a seat so that we may begin.”

I had only been in his office a few times, but every trip seemed so intriguing. Behind him was the majestic view and his office was well kept and clean. We took our seats in two separate chairs right in front of his desk. He was rumored to have over a thousand tailored suits and on this particular morning he was wearing one of them.

“Aaron, I just wanted to say once again, we are so proud to have such a seasoned designer leading the revitalization project.”

“Thank you very much, sir.”

“As you may have imagined, the project will serve as a stepping stone for major ones to come from this firm,” he said crossing his arms and leaning forward in his chair. “Thus, it is very imperative the development goes on without a hitch. Anything short of perfection would simply be a failure.”

For the next thirty minutes or so, we listened to him adamantly while he discussed details, expectations, deadlines, and budget constraints. He didn’t mind mentioning how successful he anticipated the project would be. The first deadline included having the initial proof designs of the project to him within seventy-two hours. Additionally, we all were to meet at the General Motors assembly plant location one week from this Friday. At the meeting would be engineers, project managers, upper management from Tiffany’s consulting firm, and the ever-important investors. The purpose of the on-site meeting was to present the initial designs to the individuals outside the firm involved on the project.

When the meeting ended, we made our way out of Mr. Bradshaw’s office. As Tiffany predicted, she hardly said one word while the meeting was being conducted. Excited, I raced backed to my office and she followed right next to me.

“I think that went very well,” she said keeping up with my hurried pace. “Seems like Mr. Bradshaw knows what he wants and how to go about getting it.”

“It’s just how one of the richest men in the city operates,” I said. “Today, you received an up close and personal view. Welcome to Donaldson and Bradshaw.”

By the time we approached my office, there was Jane pecking away at the computer which was on her desk. As normal, she noticed us in her peripheral vision and paused for a moment.

“Good morning, Mr. Malone,” she said in her forever kind and friendly way.

“Morning, Jane,” I said quickly knowing I didn’t want to be bothered with any small talk.

“Good morning to you as well, Ms. Towns,” Jane said holding her perfect smile. “I see you’re getting better acquainted with Mr. Malone.”

“Yes I am,” replied Tiffany. “He’s quite the man around here. Now, if I could only see the inside of his office and how the mad scientist operates.”

“You know you’re more than welcome inside my office,” I said standing outside my office door. “Besides, we’re partners for a short while.”

I led Tiffany into the area where all the creative ideas were born. As I looked back and closed the door behind us, Jane went back to working at her computer again. I offered Tiffany a seat but she remained standing looking throughout my office décor. She finally walked up to my college diploma that was framed on the wall near my desk.

“So, I see you’re a Florida State graduate,” she said placing her hands on her hips with her back towards me.

“Yeah, actually Sebastian and I are the only FSU alumni who work for this firm.”

“So how did you and Sebastian meet at Florida State?”

“It had to be all sheer luck,” I said while looking at the diploma and reminiscencing. “Apparently, through a computer error, I was assigned to a luxury off-campus apartment unit that housed the student athletes. Sebastian, who was a standout football player, was my first roommate during our freshman year and we had been friends ever since.”

“Interesting,” she said moving away from the diploma and slowly looking at my achievements and awards that adorned the wall.