Friends With More Benefits (12 page)

"Okay."

"There was a problem with those loans you
reviewed for me a couple months back. You didn’t find any
discrepancies, and after the regulators reviewed them—"

"I did find a bunch of issues. I detailed them
all in the report I submitted to you."

"I didn't get any report."

Brian sighed. "I printed it out. It was on the
stack when I placed it in your office, and I sent you a second copy
by e-mail."

"Whatever. There was no report when the files
went to the regulators and now we're officially under investigation
by the government for not reporting the—"

"I sent you the damn report," Brian
interrupted.

Richard stood and glared at him, "Look, you
little shit. It's your word against mine. You back me up on this,
and there will be good things ahead for you. Especially when I'm
sitting in Tom's big office. You fuck me on this, and I'll bury you
here."

Brian's heart was pumping wildly. He stared at
Richard. "I quit."

Richard looked shocked and then he smiled.
"Actually that's probably best. I didn't think it was working out
anyway."

Tom's voice blasted out of the speakerphone as
he said, "Richard, I need to see you in my office. Now!"

Richard glanced around the room confused, and
then he caught sight of the phone. Brian grinned as he slid the
page away that had covered the green light.

"Richard?"

Richard took a deep breath and as his face
turned pale white, he said, "Tom, we were just—"

"Save it, Brown. Come to my office now."

The phone went dead, and Richard stood there
speechless. Brian said tentatively, "I guess you'll be sitting in
Tom's office a little sooner that you originally thought."

Richard glared at him, ripped open the door, and
then took off. Brian stood and paced around the room with his heart
still pumping and his hands clammy. He did hate that asshole, but
he also hated being stuck in this office. He couldn't stand the
job. Brian felt a wave of relief pass over him. He had just quit.
He had actually done it. He sighed and then sat back in his chair
staring out the window.

Ten minutes later Brian was standing and
collecting his things in a small box when Tom Myers walked through
the door.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked.

"I already quit. Richard is a complete—"

"Fucking asshole. I know. He's gone. Security
ushered him out a few minutes ago."

"Okay, but I'm not sure if this place is…"

Tom took a seat and looked at him sincerely as
he said, "You didn’t really quit. I mean, you told some guy who was
about to be fired that you quit, so we won't hold you to that."

Brian moved to his chair. "I just don't think I
want to do this anymore."

Tom scoffed. "You've been
doing it what—four months?" Brian nodded, and Tom continued, "We
like what we've seen from you so far. If you had a little more
experience, I could see putting you into the
just recently vacated
director’s
position, but I can't justify it yet."

"I understand."

"Look, I'll need to fill that job now. I could
bring in someone from another division, temporarily, then when
you've been here a year or so, and if your work continues, I'll
definitely promote you. I give you my word."

"That's a great offer." Brian paused thinking.
"I appreciate it, but I think I'm going to leave. I'm getting
married on Saturday, and I just don't see myself doing this ten
years from now. I've got to find something else to do—maybe
something creative. I can't just stare at these documents and
numbers all day without wanting to kill myself." Brian looked at
Tom and was surprised to see him wearing a sad expression. "Sorry,
I meant no offence."

"Oh, no," Tom gave him a look like he was almost
on the verge of tears and continued, "Please take me with you."

Brian chucked and Tom pulled himself together a
bit. "Just kidding." As Tom's face morphed back into sadness, Brian
knew he wasn't kidding and was even more confident now of his own
decision.

Thirty minutes later, Brian arrived at home. He
knew Jillian wanted him to quit, but for some reason he was a
little scared of what she might think. She probably really wanted
him to find something else to do before he left this job. He looked
upstairs, and when he didn't find her there, he searched the rest
of the house. He finally discovered her in the workout room,
stretching with her leg on the ballet bar. She wore a tiny leotard
and looked amazing.

"What are you doing home?"

He moved to sit on the weight bench as he began,
"You know how you wanted me to quit my job?"

She pulled her foot off the bar and then
replied, "Yeah." Her face wore a bright, hopeful expression.

He nodded and flashed an insecure smile. She
smiled widely as she rushed to him and then knelt in front of him.
"What happened?"

"Richard was blaming me for some problem that
was his fault. I had the VP on the phone, and Richard didn't
realize. It's a long story, but I quit. They fired Richard and
wanted me to stay, but I just—"

She interrupted him with a long kiss and when
she pulled back she gave him a sincere look. "You know I love you
and will support you in whatever you want to do."

He frowned as he said, "I didn't really give it
a chance. But I feel like if I didn't leave now, ten years might go
by, and I'd still be there and still be just miserable."

"Take some time and figure out what you want to
do. You don't need to rush into anything."

"Okay, but I'm not going to have you pay my
bills."

"What bills do you have?"

"The car and my school loans. Also I had my eye
on this little gift I wanted to get for you and now—"

"I don't need any gifts from you—other than you,
that is."

He smiled at her unconvinced, and he said, "I've
got to figure out how to keep myself busy. I won't be some lazy
slob sponging off you like your ex-husband."

Jillian moved away from him as she said
suggestively, "You're nothing like George."

She pulled the straps of the
leotard off her shoulders and then slipped them down to uncover her
breasts. His heart pumped faster as he stared at her mesmerized.
Jillian continued, "I think I can figure out how to keep you busy."
She removed the leotard completely and then moved until she was
just under the strap that hung from the ceiling. She slowly lifted
her leg until it was in
the leg
thing
position and then widened her eyes
to him.

"Seriously?" he asked hopefully.

"Why don't you come over and slip it in."

"But I thought you couldn't hold this position
for very long."

Brian stood and began unbuttoning his shirt as
she replied, "I've been practicing." He pulled his shirt off
quickly and then rushed to unbuckle and pull down his pants. He was
already hard as he stood next to her just staring.

She grinned. "Something tells me I won't need to
hold this position very long."

Jillian was right. Less than three minutes later
it was over. Somehow they pulled it off with her in that position
and the pain was a not nearly as bad as she had anticipated. As
Jillian rubbed her hand over her cramping thigh muscle she said,
"Hey, if you're not going to be working, I insist that you give me
more orgasms." They shared a smile. Jillian moved to him and kissed
him deeply.

He pulled his lips away from her. "Would you
like me to start now?"

She nodded with a sexy smile. He scooped her up
into his arms and rushed out of the room.

At the same moment Jillian was having an orgasm,
over a thousand miles away Natalie was on her knees in Josh's
office rubbing her hand over her attorney's suit pants just over
his bulging groin. That morning he had filed the necessary papers
with the court and called her with the news. She rushed over as
soon as she could. As she continued touching him, she asked, "So
when do you think she'll get the news?"

"I have a process server scheduled for both her
and her publisher for tomorrow morning. I think a few lunches will
be spoiled tomorrow." Josh gave her a cocky grin. Natalie smiled up
to him and kept staring into his face as she unzipped his fly. His
mouth opened wide as she reached inside and extracted him from his
underwear.

He watched closely as she gave him a blow job
unmatched by any he had ever received before. She never pulled
away, not once, and even after he finished, she kept going.

When she was finally done with him, she wiped
her mouth, stood, and then grinned. "When you settle this, you can
touch me. In fact, then you can do whatever you want to me." She
leaned in an inch from his face and repeated in a whisper,
"Whatever you want."

He stared at her panting and struggling to
speak. After a moment he simply said with his voice cracking,
"Okay."

At just after 6:00
P.M.
in Orlando, Rob sat
out by the pool and casually took in the sights of the half dozen
spectacular, but emotionally or otherwise unavailable working girls
as they politely nodded and made occasional casual conversation
with him. Rob was working on his fourth beer and really beginning
to feel the effects. Carl strolled up in his swimsuit and flopped
down next to Rob. He seemed drunk or high or maybe both.

"Hey, Mr. Rodg—I mean Carl."

Carl smiled. "Blow that bonus yet?"

"Not yet."

"Hey that girl I told you about is coming out
tonight." Carl eyed Rob's body a little creepily as he added,
"Yeah…I think, uh…"

"What?"

Carl closed his eyes, and Rob glanced at him
confused. Rob asked, "Carl?"

Carl shook his head as he opened his eyes.
"Where were we?"

"Some girl, you were saying she's coming
over."

Carl ran his hand over his face to bring himself
to life. "Oh, yeah. She's coming over and depending on what kind of
mood she's in, do you feel like getting together?"

"Uh, sure."

Carl stood. "Awesome. Keep your phone on you. I
might be calling."

About two hours later, Rob was in his apartment
watching television and finishing up his sixth beer when his phone
rang. He checked the display and saw it was Carl.

"Hey, Carl."

"Rob, she really wants to meet you. Can you come
down?"

"Sure."

"We're in the party room—you remember where the
Bachelor party was."

"Yeah."

"Hurry down here, dude. Oh and the combination
to the lock is seven-one-six-seven. You got
it—seven-one-six-seven?"

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Rob dialed the combination
into the door lock and went inside carrying a full ice-cold beer.
He found a naked young woman lounging on the chaise with Carl
kneeling down and having sex with her. He was fully clothed except
for his thin penis, which hung out of his fly. The woman he was
having sex with was gorgeous, but she appeared a little
uninterested.

"Yo, Rob," Carl said without skipping a beat.
"Come in." The woman looked at Rob and instantly perked up. She
stared at him while licking her lips and moaning. Rob walked in
slowly and was mostly creeped out, but a little turned on as he
watched the woman who suddenly seemed to really be enjoying the
sex.

"Rob, this is Daphne. Daphne, this is the guy I
was telling you about."

"Nice to meet you, Rob," she said with a wide
sexy smile.

"Good to meet you also."

Carl pulled out of Daphne and walked over to the
counter without bothering to cover up. He asked, "You want to do a
line?"

Rob stammered, "Uh, no…thanks."

Carl bent over to the counter, snorted, then
lifted back up, and rubbed his nose. Carl looked at Rob for a
moment dizzied and then headed back to Daphne. He slipped back
inside her and began moving his hips.

Daphne stared at Rob as she said, "I feel like
sucking a big cock. Do you feel like getting your big cock
sucked?"

He really did, and she was hot, but this was a
little weird. He was just drunk enough that he unzipped his pants
and took it out. He took a big sip and then placed his beer down on
a stool next to the chaise. Daphne stared at his penis with her
eyes widened and reached out to touch it. She swallowed him whole,
and Rob felt Carl's eyes on him as Daphne worked her magic mouth
over him.

"Oh, God," Rob moaned and he leaned his head
back with his eyes closed.

Carl's phone rang. He pulled it out of his
pocket and took the call while still pumping away. He said, "Okay,
I'll be right there."

Carl walked to a door just ten feet from Rob.
Carl fumbled with his keys as he stared back at the two of them
completely captivated by the oral pleasures. He tried to put the
key in the lock then dropped the set to the floor. He reached down
with his eyes still locked on Daphne's mouth, discovered the keys
and then glanced at the lock as he inserted the key.

He opened the door and stood with his back
against it as he continued to stare at the busy pair. Rob looked up
to the ceiling as Daphne worked him harder and harder. He groaned.
Carl grabbed a box and placed it against the door to prop it open,
then he glanced down to his erection, opened his pants, and
uncomfortably tucked it away. He walked to a large garage type, but
secure-looking steel rolling door at the back of the room. He
pressed a button and the door began to rise up.

Rob glanced to the left inside the propped door
and spotted what looked like the door to a giant safe. It was
bright steel and looked like a bank vault; Rob moved away from
Daphne for a better look. She glared up to him annoyed, but
adjusted her position and followed him over. She returned her mouth
to him just as the rolling door opened fully and two uniformed
security guards each wheeled a hand truck carrying three large
crates. Carl looked back to Rob, gave him a thumbs up, and Rob
returned the gesture with a weak smile. The two guards and Carl
stood in the doorway watching the act, grinning and quietly
commenting. Daphne glanced at them, grinned, then moved until her
ass was high in air and pointed directly at the three spectators.
Carl and the guards stared at her ass, and Rob noticed that the
guards were both armed, but he didn't see any markings on their
uniforms to indicate what company they were with.