Page 13 of Under the Influence
Fucking ironic how I always swore I would never be in this weak ass position. Young and dumb, beating and killing my way to the top, because I wanted more. I wanted all of it. Tired of being poor and hungry and weak. I could fucking taste the power and wealth just as surely as I could the champagne and lobster we stuffed ourselves with once I thought I owned the fuckingworld.
Once my Mom died, I didn’t need anyone or anything. Tucker stuck around even though he probably shouldn’t have. We both missed the chance to have normal lives with wives instead of fuck buddies. Suburbs and yards instead of penthouses and armed guards. Cookouts and football games instead of beat downs and hired hit men. All I ever thought I wanted and now I hate. Because I can’t haveher.
Never wishing more that the glass was a bottle, I swallow down the last of my drink and gesture toward the spectacle next to us. Wincing from the blond in the purple halter shoving her tongue down the redhead's throat while her small hand caresses the white cotton stretched taut across her huge, fake tits. "Invite them to join me in myoffice."
"Gio?"
For the first time ever Tucker hesitates. Never before defying my order. Until now. Well aware how fucked up crazy I am over Chryseis. Also, cognizant of the fact that there are two things I never do to women. Hit them or cheat them. I still refuse to do either one, but she won't believe that after tonight. "The only way she can be happy is to let hergo."
He nods. Slow and contrite. His remorse almost as devastating as mine. Beyond fucking grateful he doesn’t argue because I'm not sure if I could convince him when I’m barely able to convince myself. Just grabs his phone and strides off while I motion to Zach for another drink. The heat of the now stifling bar no match for the torment already blazing in mystomach.
Both girls giggle but hop up quickly from Tucker's request. One on each side, snuggling against him as he guides them through the hall, supporting them as they stumble down the back stairs before disappearing fromsight.
Just like I fucking want to. Grab Books and haul ass out of here. Take her home and fuck her until I can't remember what I was worried about. I force myself to stand up too. Neither of us lucky enough to earn thatluxury.
Ignoring everyone else vying for my attention, I stride to my most trusted bartender as he lifts up my freshly poured whiskey. Good employee but I know he's a dirty motherfucker and won't refuse my request. Not from fear, which he probably is a little scared, because hell, it is me. But because he's the biggest man whore I know. Catching him more than once fucking the dancers in the store room after hours. Didn’t give a damn who sawhim.
"Anything else Mr.T?"
I nod, and he grabs his pad of paper. Ready to satisfy my request regardless of what I demand. Unaware it's actually his lucky day. Christmas comes early for him this year. "You know those girls who were practically fucking each other next tome?"
His head bobs, and his hand clenches tighter around the pencil. Probably forcing himself to keep his fingers from curling around his hardening cock. "Yeah sure. Who could missthem?"
A smug and cocky smirk curls my lips. Not betraying the shit ass guilt killing me inside. "They're looking to party, but I got something I've got to do first so I was hoping you could keep them company for me. Youinterested?"
Desire battles with confusion on his face. His thumb stroking over the stud in his lip trying to figure out why I'd pass on such a spectacular opportunity. Or maybe wondering why I'd even consider a ménage when I have a woman like Chryseis on my arm. My chest pulls tighter. The other part of my asshole plan to broadcast she's not mine anymore. And pretend I'm fucking thrilled about herdeparture.
He finally smiles. The realization sinking in his thick head from the fucking amazing gift I’m giving him. That he’d be a complete and total dumb ass not to accept. "Yeah definitely, man. I’min."
Thank fuck. As easy as I hoped. "Then come on to myoffice."
"Yessir."
Leaving him for a moment to settle up with his co-workers from his new order from the boss, I stride through the crowd and down the stairs. Each fucking step closer ensuring her devastation and mycrucifixion.
Tucker's deep voice vibrates from the other side of the heavy, wooden door. Murmurs of soft feminine words I can't decipher blend with his. Breathy with nervous anticipation. That fall silent when I stepinside.
The aggressive blond, with half her ass hanging out of her lavender booty shorts, sashays up to me. Tugging my tie with a confident smirk that does exactly nothing for me or my bored dick. But I lie for both of us. “Do you want to play, babygirl?”
An excited shudder jolts her body. She leans closer, brushing torpedoed nipples against my chest. Engulfing me with a heavy dousing of spicy perfume. “I want to do anything you want me toDaddy.”
Jesus. Only a slight slur to her answer. Drunk and high. Perfect since she’ll be less likely to argue when she finds out it won’t be me fuckingher.
“I like to watch.” I gesture to the girl in the zebra dress, swaying next to my desk. Floating even higher than her bestie. “Why don’t you let me see how fucked up the two of you really canbe?”
Her glassy eyes light up. Huge pupils dilating even more. “Yessir.”
Only a few inches shorter than me, she lifts on her tiptoes. Strange overly-plump lips hovering too close to mine. I refuse to let this scheme get that far. Instead, I spin her around and growl in her ear. “Show mefirst.”
Earning me another convulsion and ass grind against my disinterested cock before she strides to the girl already leaning backward, shoving the papers off the smooth glass top. The sheets billowing like feathers before slowly drifting to thecarpet.
“Open for me,baby.”
Guess we know who the boss is in their relationship. The auburn-haired girl eagerly follows the command and sprawls out completely. Already jerking aside her panties and moaning as she fingers herself in anticipation while her platinum friend caresses herthighs.
Unbelievable. I've got fucking porn live in my office. Most men would be in fucking heaven. When all I want is the woman I no longer canhave.
“Fuuuuuck....”
