Darren stepped quietly into the small room, closing the door silently behind him and leaning against it for support. His stomach was tying itself in knots, his throat felt restricted as it dried out, and Eamonn could see the beginnings of an irreconcilable recognition in the tears that were forming in his eyes.
“Talk,” he ordered Eamonn.
“Ok, relax a little, pal,” Eamonn said.
Eamonn knew just how to handle Darren’s emotions. From the time they were four years old, they had lived three doors from each other in a quiet cul-de-sac on Foxfield Boulevard in Raheny. Darren was always the more studious, thoughtful, and sentimental of the pair, while Eamonn was a rebellious child, prone to violent outbursts and harsh verbalising to, or at, anyone that annoyed him, including his parents.
He bade Darren to sit across the desk in the middle of the room. Darren complied slowly, folding himself into the white leather chair. As Eamonn started to speak, Stewpot knocked sharply on the door. Eamonn jumped out of his seat and pulled it open.
“Paul, fuck off, will you?” he snarled at him. “We’ll be a few minutes, so get out of my sight and give us a little time.”
Stewpot knew by the use of his proper name that Eamonn wasn’t of a mind to tolerate a prolonged discussion, so he simply nodded his head, apologised, and walked away as Eamonn returned to his seat. Darren watched as he walked around the perimeter of the desk and sat down.
“What do we know?” Darren asked. “Is she fucking around on me?”
“According to Jess Black,” Eamonn said, “no fucking has taken place and, in his own words, he’s hoping to seal the deal.”
“Jess Black?” Darren said, “I know that name.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, It’s familiar,” he said, “carry on, though, it’ll come to me.”
“So I rang Liam over at Halston and he’s going to get to the bottom of it,” Eamonn continued, “he’ll be fired before tomorrow morning by the time I get through with him.”
“What about CC?” Darren asked, “she could be fired too.”
“She won’t,” Eamonn said, “it was supposed to be a team meeting and she’s not on his team. He went against policy and brought her in from outside the frame, probably as a manoeuvre of some kind to impress her.”
“What if they decided that tonight’s the night to seal the deal?”
“We can’t allow that to happen, Darren,” Macker said. “You’ll need to invent something to get her home early and then you need to fuck her brains out. Unfortunately, if she’s of a mind to stray, there are more predators around than Mr. Black.”
“Fuck her brains out?” Darren asked, “I would hardly know where to begin with that, Macker.”
“Oh right, I forgot about that, Mr. Altarboy,” he said, taking his phone out of his pocket, searching his contacts and then, finding who he was looking for, dialing the number with a fingertip touch.
“Mr. M,” a female voice sang. “This is most unexpected.”
“Hello, Paige,” he replied in a sultry voice. “How are you?”
“I’m very well, what can I do to you?” she giggled.
“Oh, lots of things but I need a very important favour today, if you have the time.”
“I’m not busy at all this afternoon,” she said, “at my age you can’t turn them over in the same numbers all the time, so I only work three days in a week.”
“Is today one of your three days?”
“No, but I can do you a favour if you wish, Eamonn,” she said.
“It’s not for me, personally, Paige,” he explained, “it’s for a friend of mine who’s going through a difficult time.”
“Oh dear,” she said, “how can I help him? A quick fuck? A nice slow blowjob?”
“No, nothing like that, Paige,” he said. “I need you to give him a crash course on how to satisfy a woman. His marriage looks like it’s going to be on the line unless he gets his finger out, or in, depending on your perspective.”
Darren squirmed in his seat as he felt his face burning up.
“Is he a young man, Eamonn?” she asked.
“He’s two days older than me and we’ve been close since we were kids, Paige,” he said quietly as his eyes met Darren’s across the desk. “He’s the brother I never had, and he’s hurting.”
“Anything for you, baby,” she responded. “I can give him two hours today. No charge.”
“You’re an angel, Paige,” he replied, “but you’re getting paid, I insist.”
“Ok, I’ll only take half because I think we might need a few appointments,” she said. “I’m at the Spencer Dock Hotel, room 118. Send him in thirty minutes while I freshen up. Tell him to knock softly on the door at 2:45 exactly.”
“Be gentle with him,” he stated and hung up the phone.
“What was that all about, Macker?” Darren asked. “Was that a prostitute you were talking to?”
“Her name is Paige, Darren,” he said, “and she’s a woman. She’s in her late thirties, and she’s going to give you a lesson in how to fuck your fucking wife.”
“You can fuck off,” Darren almost screamed.
“Look, I haven’t got time for this, Darren. We need to get this thing organised before you go to see Paige. She’s around in the Spencer Dock in Room 118. Just get around there and knock on her door at 2:45 exactly. I’ll do the rest from here.”
“I don’t know about this, Macker.”
“I do,” Eamonn said, “but before you leave you’d better call CC and tell her to be home at 5:30 for a surprise you have for her.”
“That’ll be both of us getting surprised then, Eamonn.”
“Yeah, tell her it’s a dual celebration or something, the first is that you just realised that it’s the anniversary of the day you first saw her captivating little face, and that we’ve also signed a non-disclosure on Stewie’s deal. Big it up and tell her it looks like a full slab deal, one of the best you’ve ever seen. Book a nice restaurant, a bottle of something expensive and then home to bed and fuckland. If that all works, we’ll make a plan from there.”
“Ok, I can go along with that, Eamonn,” Darren said, “but I’m not signing Stewie to a non-disclosure until I actually read the paperwork. It might be a dud.”
“Get him to sign a four-week one,” Eamonn said, “as a deposit for the due diligence that we have to put in or as a gesture of goodwill, if you will. That’ll cross CC’s eyes for her, given the carry on over there this morning.”
Darren sat back in his seat and smiled. He knew that Eamonn was right, and he also knew that, if what Stewie said was true, that she’d be in a very awkward spot. He tapped the table with his fingers and stood to walk away.
“I need out of this marriage if this is happening, Eamonn,” he said, “give it a week and get Sebastian Fuller on it. Getting Jesse fired won’t be the end of it if they’ve already made a connection.”
“I’ll do that today,” Eamonn said, “there’s no point in waiting a week.”
He made to walk out of the office and stopped dead in his tracks before snapping his fingers and turning back with a grin on his face.
“Jess Black,” he said, “I remember where I heard that name. He was fired out of PWC for harassment.”
“Ooh, that’s good news,” Macker said, rubbing his hands together, “can I have the fun of telling that to Liamo, the HR genius?”
“It’s your game, Eamonn, I don’t care how you play it.”
“Great! Now off you go to see Paige,” he said, “and make sure you pay attention in class.”
Darren left the room with a lighter heart than he had entered. He re-joined the meeting and sat down.
“Sorry about that, lads,” he said, “something came up. Now, Stewie, we’re kicking the idea around of charging a fee for the due diligence work on these files that you keep wasting our time with. It hasn’t been refined yet so, in order to keep us interested, you’ll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement that binds you to us for a month so we can complete our due diligence work without the fear of you shopping it to every cunt in the world.”
“That’s a bit harsh, Darren,” Stewie began.
“Ok, then take it away, Stewie.”
“Fuck, Darren,” he said, “are you serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack,” he said, turning to Big Fry, “will you get a copy of our standard NDA and have Stewie sign it? I have to be somewhere else.”
They shook hands and Darren left to walk around the corner to the Spencer Dock Hotel, the knot returning to his stomach as he walked. The dryness reclaiming his throat the nearer he got to the front doors. His breath coming in unintended gasps as he held it in the lift on the way to Room 118. He checked his watch for the time, he was eight minutes early.
“Might as well get it over with, Darren,” he thought.
He dialled CC’s mobile and she answered on the second ring.
“Hi,” she said, “anything wrong?”
“No, it’s all good,” he said, “can you be home by 5:30? I’ve a table booked, champagne on ice and a double celebration to celebrate.”
“Oh, I was, eh, planning on going for a few drinks after work,” she said nervously.
“With who?”
“Oh, just a few of us in the office, nothing exciting,” she said.
“That’s good, then. It doesn’t sound important, so you can blow it off,” he said quickly and rationally.
“But, Darren,” she said, and he stopped her.
“We haven’t been out together for months, perhaps even a year, Caroline,” he said, “is there someone else in the frame?”
“What? No, don’t be ridiculous, Darren,” she said too quickly. “Why would you think that?”
“No reason except you don’t seem to want to be around me too much of late,” he said quietly.
“Oh, Jesus, right, ok? I’ll blow this off then, if that’s what you want,” she said in an accusatory tone, almost in protest but not quite hitting the mark. “What’s this celebration about in any case?”
“One of them is that we just signed a non-compete with Paul Stewart on a Golf and investment deal in Canada, Caroline,” he said with a smirk that she couldn’t detect.
“Oh, that sounds good,” she almost stammered into the phone.
“A quick back of the envelope calculation shows it at over a slab and a half,” he said. “We’ll clean up on the fees.”
“A slab and a half?” she gasped. “Are you sure? That’s a billion and a half dollars, Darren.”
“Euros, Caroline, you know me, I don’t work in dollars, especially Canadian dollars,” he said with a smirk, “although I could be wrong of course.”
“You’ve never been wrong before,” she whispered.
“Once or twice in my life I suppose,” he said. “The best part about this is that we’re only in it to get him €50 million in development funds for a half share of 50% of the post build value. I have a list of investors that would be keen on that and if everything stacks up we could nearly close it in six weeks.”
“Well, I suppose congratulations are due,” she said. “I’ll see you at home at 5:30. Do I need to dress up for this?”
“You say that as if it was a court appearance or a visit to the dentist, Caroline,” he said quietly.
“No, Darren,” she said, “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just been a while since we …. you know, did anything together.”
“Yes, I know,” he said, “maybe we should change the way we do things, love. Like a proper couple does.”
“Wel,l I’d better go,” she said. “Thanks for the call, I’ll enjoy this tonight.”
They hung up as he reached the door of Paige’s room, knocking gently as he switched off his phone and slid it into his pocket. The door opened slowly into a room made dim by the blinds being drawn across the hotel room windows.
Paige smiled in welcome and greeted him with a soft kiss on the cheek and a gentle hug. Darren shook violently with nerves as Paige, sensing his distress, calmed him with light strokes of her hand to the back of his.
“I’m Paige,” she said in an English accent that he found difficult to place as she sat lightly on the bedside and invited him to join her as she did so. “You’re Eamonn’s friend?”
“Yes, Darren,” he said, “Darren Clarke.”
He offered his hand in greeting and she took it and held onto it, leading him closer to her as his arse touched down on the counterpane.
“So you’re married, Darren,” she said, quietly and without judgment.
“Yes. Are you?”
“No, I’ll get married at some point in the future, or not as the case may be,” she said in a wistful tone that was riddled with realism.
“It’s a lot of pressure, being married.”
“I’d say so,” she said, “especially these days when morals are looser, and the availability of casual flings is greater. It doesn’t help either that there is such a willingness for people to just jump into bed at the drop of a hat in search of a quick thrill.”
“I know, Paige,” he said, beginning to calm down. “Sex in the workplace cases cost more loss of time and staff than anyone can comprehend.”
“Well, we don’t work together, Darren,” she smiled.
“No, that’s quite true.”
“So tell me what you need,” she said, “Eamonn tends to exaggerate things slightly, I’d prefer to hear it from you. You can speak frankly because it will remain between these four walls.”
“I don’t know what he told you,” he began, “but I can guess it would be close to the mark. You’ll probably think I’m an idiot.”
“I’ve heard many things from many men, Darren. None of them ever made me think that any of them were idiots,” she said soothingly.
“Eamonn sometimes calls me Mr. Altarboy,” he said.
“Why?”
“I never really liaised with the opposite gender when we were young, I preferred to study or play football,” he said. “The truth is, I was painfully shy, and females always intimidated me.”
“Do I intimidate you?” she asked.
“I, eh. No, you don’t.”
“Your nervousness seems to be dissipating a little, do you feel a bit more comfortable now?”
“Yes, thank you,” he said with a smile, “I do.”
She stood and opened the ribbon that held her black robe closed around her.
“Would you like to take this off me?” she asked.
“I eh, ehm,” he stammered as she smiled and took his hand, taking it inside her robe and placing it on the warm, soft skin of her waist.
“Is that better?”
“You’re so soft,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Just touch me there, explore my skin, experience my body, Darren. I’m yours today, nobody else’s.”
She slipped out of the robe, and he watched as it floated to the floor. She wore only a black lace thong, and he was mesmerised as he took her in. Her breasts hypnotised him as she took his right hand and led it to her right breast. She leaned forward, standing on her toes, and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, his voice just an exhaled breath.
“Can I see if I like you too?” she asked.
It took a second for Darren to realise what she meant.
“Oh, of course,” he stammered. “Do you want me to undress here?”
“Just your shirt,” she said. “I’d like to feel your skin against mine for a minute. Would you mind showering then?”
“No, not at all, Paige,” he said as he removed his shirt and then breathed a deep breath of relief as she wrapped herself around him and held him close, briefly touching his nipples with her lips.
“You have a manly scent, Darren.”
“Thank you,” he said as he held her to him, wallowing in the closeness and warmth of her body.
“You go and take a shower, there are towels and everything else you need in there too,” she said. “Hurry back.”
Darren walked into the bathroom and turned the shower to a manageable temperature. He shook as he stripped off and stepped into the stall. He quickly washed and rinsed himself off and then stood at the mirror as he towelled his body dry, silently berating his reflection for the circumstances that he found himself in.
Of course, he could have walked out at any time, but he was curious about the experience and also he’d get an earful from Macker if he didn’t follow it through. So he wrapped the towel around his waist to try and preserve at least some of the little modesty that remained and took a couple of steps, filled with trepidation, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Paige lay on the bed wearing only her black lace thong arranged seductively to entice him, and a beatific smile.
Back at the office, Eamonn was busy on the phone. When Darren left for his assignation, he watched as Big Fry completed the signing of the NDA with Stewpot. Their eyes met with a flicker of understanding and, when they were alone, they walked away from the table as Eamonn accompanied him to the door.
“What’s going on, Eamonn?” Stewpot asked.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Stewie,” he said, “I want a face-to-face meeting here with your clients on Monday morning. I want all KPI and CV material of the proponents, and a copy of the sale deed and mapping for the proposed site.
I also want the local regulatory and planning arrangements and policies, including environmental restrictions, and the street address and PID number of the land in Darren’s email by close of business today. Copy me and Big Fry on that, too.”
“That’s all in the file I gave you,” he replied.
“That’s fine for a headline overview, but we need a lot more depth to everything now,” he said. “Have you run the numbers in a P&L statement yet?”
“No, I’ll get that to you by Monday morning,” he said, “I’ll get my client on it straight away.”
“Monday is too late,” Eamonn said. “We need that this evening in an unlocked spreadsheet for Darren to study and play with tomorrow. If there’s even one comma out of place, it’ll be rejected, you know what Darren’s like.”
“I’ve done the first two years, Phase by Phase,” he said. “Will that suffice for now while we work on the rest?”
“I want it over five years, start to finish,” Eamonn said, “with incremental dwelling prices shown realistically at each phase. Allow 15% retail growth per phase with scope to increase the offer included.”
“I’ll get the client on that straight away, Eamonn,” he said as his phone started ringing. “Sorry, this is Halston, can I take it?”
“Only if you’re upfront with them about what happened over there today.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Stewie,” Eamonn said, “you also have the option to fuck off out of here and never come back.”
Stewie took the call. It was Jess Black. They spoke briefly and ended the call.
“Is Mr. Black having second thoughts?” Eamonn said.
“He’s panicking,” Stewie said.
“Good, that’s a start at least,” Eamonn said, “let the cunt squirm for a bit.”
“Is there something else at play here, Macker?”
“Just get me that stuff I asked you for,” he said, “if anything else arises I’ll let you know.”
“I’m on it. What time do you want us in here on Monday?”
“I want you all in here at 8:00 and you’ll be out of the room while we shoot bullets through his BP,” he said.
Stewpot left with a smile of hope on his face as Eamonn picked up the nearest phone and called Liam O’Dwyer at Halston.
“Macker,” Liam said mutely.
“Update for you, Liamo,” Eamonn said quickly, “the word on the street is that your genius Jesse Black was harassing women over at PWC before he was told to pack his bags.”
“Who’s saying that?” Liam said in a shocked voice.
“It appears to be common knowledge,” Eamonn said, “I went to get a sandwich at lunchtime and the girl behind the counter told me.”
“Fuck off, are you serious?”
“Would I lie to you?” Eamonn said, “I suggest you do some hard talking with Mr. Black. In the meantime, you can expect a call from our lawyers, it seems Mr. Black has tried to intervene into our project with Stewie. We’re not taking that lying down. Mr. Black seems to be a bit of a law unto himself, it’s always a liability when one is not a team player. How did he get under your guard?”
“Hang on, Eamonn,” Liam said. “You’re getting your lawyers after us? You’ll need cast iron proof that Jess tried to intervene.”
“I was standing beside Stewart while he took the call, Liam. If I don’t hear within the next hour that Black is fired, I’ll notify the brief,” Eamonn said, “I’m about to show you just how big of a cunt I can be. The ball is in your court.”
Around the corner at the hotel, Darren stopped short when he returned to the bedroom. The sight of a near-naked Paige, her toned body almost shining in the refracted light of the room, catching him in a conflicted quandary of desire, excitement, and fear. He ventured a smile in an attempt to allay the awkwardness he was enveloped in.
Paige patted the bed with her hand. Darren took a nervous step forward, his hand holding on to the towel as though it were a protective shield covering the raging erection that had suddenly manifested itself in his consciousness.
“I think someone likes me,” she said with a smile of delight. “Do you think I’ll like him?”
“I hope so,” he replied, slowly loosening up with a brief smile.
“Can I see him?” she said, easing herself into a seated position as Darren unfolded the towel at his waist and dropped it to the floor.
“Oh, that’s magnificent, baby,” she enthused and reached out to stroke it lightly. “Tell me what you like.”
“Oh, you know,” he said, swallowing the lake of spittle that suddenly filled his mouth.
“What way do you usually approach a woman when you’re going to fuck her?” she said as her tongue touched the tip of his penis.
He almost came at that instant, but he fought it.
“What do you mean, Paige?” he asked.
“Do you like to be on top? Or her on top? Do you like it doggie style?”
“Oh, I’ve only ever done missionary style,” he said quickly.
“What about foreplay? Oral? Fingering? Vibes? Porn?”
“No. Nothing like that,” he said, “although I’ve watched porn at times.”
“Maybe we should concentrate on getting your missionary position up to speed for today,” she said, “does that sound logical?”
She wrapped her hand around his penis, squeezing it gently as her eyes bore into his.
“Logical. Yes.”
“Maybe some foreplay techniques? Do you like oral?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever done it, my wife did it for me once. It was enjoyable enough I suppose.”
“We’ll start there then, but you’ll be giving me a good time with your tongue too,” she whispered, “does that work for you?”
“Yes,” he breathed as her mouth slowly enveloped the head of his cock, sending a shiver of arousal through him.
He joined her as she reclined fully on the bed.
“You have a fantastic cock, Darren.”
“Thanks, I mean that.”
“What? Is it eight or so inches long?”
“I’d say it’s close.”
“And a nice thickness too, I can just about barely get my hand around it completely, see?”
“Oh God, Paige,” he groaned at her touch.
“Kiss me and touch my body the way you normally would. I have sensitive nipples so some light touches and sucking will always make me happy.”
She rested her head on the pillow as she brought Darren’s lips to hers. She led the kiss. It was intermittent at first, but she soon had him honing his technique as his tongue found its home with hers, as his hands gently kneaded her soft breasts.
“You can squeeze my nipples, Darren,” she whispered in his ear as his fingertips slowly stroked along the erect nipple, caressing it at first before squeezing it gently. “Harder, please.”
He squeezed it with a little more force, twisting it slightly as she groaned in his ear. He moved his lips to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth as she lay flat on the bed, her hand in his hair as he settled into the seductive pleasure of this new intimacy.
“That’s fantastic, Darren, you’re making me wet.”
He stopped quickly, but she pulled him back so he could continue. She moved his hand so he could feel how wet she was.
“Take my thong off,” she almost pleaded as she arched her back to allow him access.
He knelt beside her in order to position himself to do as she asked. In the process of him moving a long thin length of pre-ejaculate fluid strung from his penis to where he had been lying as he stimulated her nipples
“Oh God,” she breathed as she noticed it landing on her skin.
“Fuck that’s such a turn on, Darren,” she whispered as he slid her thong off, noticing that she was totally free of pubic hair. Another first for him.
He touched her mons quickly, pulling his fingers back sharply in case she objected. She caught it and returned it from whence it had come, reaching for him to kiss her, casting a spell over him as the kiss deepened and time seemed to slow its journey. She placed her hand on his as he stroked the smooth mound, placing her middle finger over his and directing it to the wet inner lips of her labia, showing him in real time what she enjoyed, what she wanted and what she needed.
The constant changes in the pitch of her breathing and little sighs and moans were the indicators of pleasure or pain that he learned quickly as he continued his exploration of her when she lifted her hand away and held tightly to the back of his head to kiss him, the kiss felt never ending.
She opened her legs fully as she guided his face down towards her vulva. He had inserted his finger inside her vagina and quickly removed it as she held his head with both hands.
“Fuck, Darren,” she breathed, “that is so good, I’m going to come. Use your tongue to make to finish me off.”
With a deft light touch of his tongue, he took a brief taste of her soft pink inner lips to gauge her flavour as they glistened to his eye.
“Open me up,” she said softly, “give me your tongue.”
He followed the path she had signposted and felt the tip of his tongue entering her as she rocked her hips, seeking more. She drew her fingers to her clitoris and began to stroke it feverishly as his tongue slipped in and out of her vagina, her low-pitched moans becoming breathier gasps as she felt an orgasm begin to make its presence know It built quickly until she rocked her hips against his face and cried out as electric sensations surged through her.
She released him in the hope he would take the initiative. Feeling the freedom of his newfound knowledge, he quickly took it and began to use his hands and lips to explore her lightly tanned skin, kissing her everywhere, including, to her surprise and delight, her inner thighs, groin and perineum as he lost himself in her and the moment.
She touched his head, and he lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. She smiled at him and saw his confidence and how he had relaxed. She beckoned him with a smile through lazy eyes. He knelt on all fours as he approached her worriedly.
“Did I hurt you, Paige?” he whispered.
“No way, Darren,” she said. “I need you to fuck me now.”
At that moment, Eamonn was meeting Tara in the lounge. He stood to greet her, a flute of Cristal bubbles in his hand for her. They kissed and sat down together as Eamonn toasted her with his glass.
He sat back and took her presence in as she told him about some gossip from work. At thirty-two years of age, Tara was the youngest partner in the PWC empire. She had straight blonde hair to her shoulders, a gold tint woven lightly through it adding animation and allure to her beautiful features. She used minimal makeup, preserving the healthy skin tone that shone from her face like a glowing ray of sunshine, causing many a head to turn as she walked by. Deep blue eyes and Cupid’s bow lips with a muted pink lip gloss added further to her beauty as she sipped slowly from her drink and assessed Eamonn’s demeanour.
He leaned forward and brushed an invisible piece of lint from her black jacket. She trembled at his touch when he left a finger behind to trail across her left breast as he let it travel down to touch the soft white silk blouse she wore under her unbuttoned jacket.
“Don’t do that, Eamonn,” she whispered.
“Since when have you become a shrinking violet, Tara?”
“I don’t care about any of that, Eamonn,” she said, “I showered before I left work, and you’ll have my new knickers in a wet mess before I finish this drink if you don’t stop.”
He touched the inside of her knee, a sardonic look on his face.
“Have you missed me?” he asked, stroking her inner thigh lightly,
Her skin flushed and she blew out a deep breath.
“Probably more than you’ve missed me,” she replied.
“We’ll put that right this evening, love,” he said, his fingers higher on her thigh.
“Let’s go upstairs, Eamonn,” she said. “I’ve had enough of waiting.”
“Ooh, little miss boss lady is baring her teeth,” he laughed to a smile from her.
“I may not be baring them in PWC for much longer, babe,” she said, her eyes looking around for any eavesdroppers that may have been present.
“Oh, why not?”
“They want me to work over in the New York office,” she said, a serious look on her face.
“Well, you’re certainly the best they have, Tara,” he said. “Will you take it?”
“I can’t say I’m not interested, Eamonn,” she said, “but Kenny isn’t too excited about it.”
“Wel,l he’s got his own little business moving well now, so I can’t say I blame him for that,” he sa,id trying to unruffle her feathers. “He’ll come around eventually.”
“Not this time, Eamonn,” she said, “the D word was mentioned.”
“Oh! Fuck!”
“Maybe it’s time,” she said, “he’s got young Anthea from Aventura on the back burner and he might be better off with her.”
“What about you?” he asked. “Who have you got?”
“What I haven’t got is the time to make a relationship work, Eamonn,” she said, “I enjoy little interludes like this when they arise and I can enjoy them in a relaxed fashion, and there are no recriminations either.”
“Have they made you an offer yet?” he asked.
“They’re putting one together for me,” she said, “I was going to ask your opinion on it when it arrives.”
“I’m here for you anytime, babe,” he said, “just bell me.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that, but I’d appreciate your cock inside me a lot more,” she said with a laugh. “We can chat about this over breakfast.”
“You showered at work?” he said lasciviously. “Is there a video?”
“Fuck off,” she said, “that’s all I need after the couple of months I’ve had with that Jess Black fucker.”
“What was that about?” he asked, suddenly interested.
“He nearly cost me my job, the useless cunt, excuse the language,” she said.
“How?”
“He was fucking two of the girls on one of the teams, Eamonn,” she said in a low voice. “I received an official complaint from one of their parents and I had no choice but to fire him.”
“Was that not the end of it?”
“Fuck, no,” she said, “he hired a solicitor who accused us of jumping the gun without a proper investigation.”
“Isn’t that how it should be handled?”
“Yes, but, given the evidence supplied by the parents, it was an obvious slam dunk.”
“What evidence was that?”
“Oh it was fulsome, Eamonn. Come stained panties, missed periods, a video of her blowing him under his fucking desk at the office, and that was just on Monday,” she laughed.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, so I hired a registered investigator, which flushed our star witness out into the open,” she said. “He was afraid that his name would be dragged through the mess, so he came forward voluntarily.”
“He? You mean …”
“Yes. Jesse Black likes it brown too.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Eamonn said, stunned. “So, how did he get a job at Halston?”
“He’d only ‘leave’ if he got a signed NDA, Eamonn,” she said, “but I can tell you that he was fired without references.”
“So that’s how he hoodwinked Liam O’Dwyer,” he mused.
“Fuck off, Eamonn,” she said, “O’Dwyer is also a member of the club.”
Eamonn sat back and thought for a few moments.
“Fuck, I never connected those dots, Tara.”
“Why would anyone? Liam is a respected family man after all,” she said, draining the last of her champagne. “Are we ready to go?”
“Yes, I need to visit the little boys’ room first,” he said.
“I’ll get my bag from the car. I’ll meet you back here in five minutes.”
“Great,” he said and ran to the nearest bathroom.
He called Liam O’Dwyer.
“I won’t say that this a welcome surprise, Macker,” Liam said.
“Ok, Liamo, I need you to shut the fuck up and listen,” Eamonn said, biting back his anger. “I hear that you and Mr. Black are bum buddies, don’t deny it, I have a reliable source. The word also is that you knew he was fired without references by PWC for the sexual harassment of two girls and homosexual liaisons with at least one of the male staff.”
Liam was silent on the line.
“Liam? Are you still there?” Eamonn said.
“Yes, what do you want me to do, Eamonn?” he asked.
“You know what to do, Liam, he was hired under false pretences, and the NDA he got from PWC is not worth the paper it’s written on, I’ve seen it,” Eamonn said. “If I don’t get a text confirming his dismissal in three minutes time I’m going to call Halston himself and tell him about your role in his hiring. You’ll both be fired then because I’ll fucking see to it.”
“Ok, I’ll get it done. Keep my name out of this, please, Eamonn,” he asked, “it’d kill Ursula if she knew.”
“Three minutes, Liamo. Text me,” he said and hung up.
He sent a quick text to Darren outlining everything and put his phone back in his pocket, riffled his fingers through his fair hair and walked out to meet Tara, who was just coming through the doors with a bag in her hand.
They took the lift to their room and walked along the corridor hand in hand as they chatted further about the latest gossip. When they reached the door of the room, Tara took out a sheet of paper from her inside pocket and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s a copy of the NDA,” she said, “it’ll never hold up in court. I heard about what’s going on with CC, Eamonn, but Jess Black is not your only problem in that regard as far as I can tell.”
He folded the page up and slipped it into his pocket just as the text arrived. He took a quick glimpse of it and showed it to Tara. She smiled.
“I wish you would come and work with me,” she said.
“Then there’d be no fucking my angel.”
Darren moved slowly along the bed on all fours as Paige reached for him. She cradled him between her legs, and he leaned in and kissed her softly. Her eyes were shining as she looked deep into his, searching for a sign, hoping for a positive indicator, a smile a wince, a flicker of something that couldn’t be spoken yet conveyed with perfect clarity. When Darren closed his lips and his nostrils flared ever so slightly she had her answer.
“We’re going to do this, baby,” she whispered as she reached for his penis. “Would you mind wearing a condom, please?”
“Not at all, Paige,” he said, and she reached over to the bedside locker and removed a foil square from a white leather pouch sitting on the top.
Darren sat back on his haunches, his towering erection pointing straight at Paige’s face, as she ripped the foil wrapper open and slowly unrolled a short portion of it. She took him in her left hand and held him as she placed the condom over the head and rolled it the rest of the way along his shaft, stopping about two inches shy of the base. They looked at each other and laughed.
“It’s fortunate that you got the big ones, Paige,” he laughed.
“It’ll probably come off inside me,” she said. “Ah fuck it, let’s go au naturel. If you don’t mind, of course. I’m safe from pregnancy at least.”
She lay back and welcomed him inside her, guiding him home gently and needing to spread her legs further apart to accommodate his girth. Darren clenched his teeth and pursed his lips at the sensation of resistance to his penetration, until the glorious feeling of the soft walls of her inner vaginal canal held him securely within their embrace as he stopped to rest and assess.
Paige’s eyes closed as she whispered about how beautiful his cock felt inside her, adjusting her hips to accommodate him while getting used to feeling him there. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
“Fuck me slowly, Darren,” she whispered.
Darren eased his penis out and then re-entered her, stopping short any withdrawing again. He completed this movement several times until Paige stopped him.
“Is this how you have sex with your wife, Darren?” she asked.
“Yes, am I doing something wrong?”
“No, the idea is correct, I’m just not getting the feeling I expected to get,” she said.
“What kind of feeling, Paige?”
“I thought I’d feel fuller, to be honest. That’s a mighty weapon you have there, and it feels completely different to what I thought it should feel like,” she said. “Here, lift yourself up and let me see what’s happening.”
He lifted his chest up so she could see what was going on.
“It’s only in about halfway, Darren,” she said, “can you drop your hips a little to get the correct angle of penetration?”
He dropped his hips, and it slipped in another inch or so. His face fell with disappointment, and she hugged him.
“It’s not an issue, love,” she said, “we can fix this. Here, take it back out and hand me one of those pillows off the other bed.”
He retrieved the pillow, and she placed it under her bum to give her a bit of height. She lay back down and they tried again. He managed about three quarters of his length inside her until she lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to fully penetrate her. It was another new experience and one which thrilled and excited him.
“Oh my Jesus, Darren,” she breathed, “that feels so fucking fantastic. Fuck me now.”
He began at a slow pace, speeding up slightly as he saw how much she was getting into it.
“Faster,” she said.
He wasn’t far away from his orgasm, and he whispered this in her ear.
“Come for me then, come hard, fuck me.”
He bore down and pursed his lips as he moved quicker and harder, slamming into her with a satisfying background melody composed of the sound of their skin sounding like a metronome as they held the beat against each other. He could hold out no longer as he groaned a loud groan before ejaculation violently and voluminously inside her, enticing a cry from deep within her, forging a further connection and forming an unspoken union that neither of them could explain. She eased herself out from underneath him as he raised himself up on his hands.
“Jesus,” she said, as she fixed her hair and kissed him, “that was a fuck to remember.”
He was flat on his back, his breath coming in gasps. He checked his watch, 4:00. He was surprised it had lasted so long; the last time he’d had sex with CC, it was less than five minutes. He felt Paige burrowing up against him and he held her in his arms.
“It’s a beautiful feeling, Darren,” she breathed. “Happy?”
“Very,” he said. “I can’t believe how different it is when it’s done correctly. I’ve missed out on so much.”
“It takes two, Darren, and your wife holds as much, if not more, of the blame,” she said as she held his flaccid cock in her hand, her ejaculate mixed with his as she leaned down and cleaned him with her lips and tongue.
“Well, look who wants to play again,” she laughed as she felt his penis flexing in her mouth. “Would you like to try it again? I could use a good hard fuck, I haven’t come from a fuck in over a year, this might be my lucky day.”
“I’ll get your bum pillow,” he said, laughing. “I wonder if I can get a bum pillow or two in Debenhams.”
“I’ll show you something better than a bum pillow, Darren,” she said as she slid underneath him again, massaging his growing erection until it was fully extended.
She took him to the mouth of her vagina and eased it inside her, the lubrication from their previous coupling allowing it to slip inside easily.
“Put your hands under my legs at the knees and lift them,” she whispered.
He complied.
“Now slide my legs along your arms and try to hook them over your shoulders, bending me at the hips as you push all the way inside me.”
He did exactly as she instructed to the sound of a huge moan as he bottomed out inside her again.
“Ok, now settle yourself into a steady position and fuck me again, harder this time,” she said, breathlessly.
He settled into a triangular shape at the knees as he began to move inside her with powerful thrusts and whispered encouragement. They absorbed the moment for several minutes until Darren, tiring fast, felt her vaginal muscles almost clamping him, vicelike, inside her while she milked his cock and he released another huge stream of semen deep inside her while she shook with a seismic orgasm of her own.
He rolled off to the side and they looked happily into each other’s eyes.
“It think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to having my brains fucked out, Darren,” she said, “or should I say, stud?”
They fell around the place with laughter as Darren thought back to the same comment that Eamonn had made earlier. He looked at his watch again, it was 4:15.
“With regret, Paige, I have to leave.”
“Call me again soon, Darren,” she said, “we’ll only need an hour in future.”
They kissed after he dressed, and he ran back to the office to shower and change clothes before heading home. As he dressed after drying himself off from the shower, he remembered the text that Eamonn had sent him. He read it quickly and howled with laughter.
He was going to call him to thank him, but he knew that he was probably having the time of his life with Tara, so he jumped into his car and drove home, reaching the house a few minutes before CC.
He sat in the living room as he waited for the kettle to boil. He heard it click off and stood to go and make the tea when he heard CC on the phone outside the hall door, he hadn’t heard her drive up.
“But Jasper, I told you,” she was saying in a low voice, “he wants me home early, it’s a celebration, and he’s booked a table for us. I can’t get out of it.”
He said something back to her that Darren couldn’t hear.
“I know I did, but there will be other evenings, Jasper. I promise. I’ll see you when you get back from California.”
Another comment that Darren could hear was followed by her giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Well, from what I’ve heard, your ‘only five and a half inches‘ is more than plenty to satisfy me. The girls tell me that you can do things that someone with seven or eight can’t, but I’ll have to wait for another two weeks to find out, won’t I?”
She giggled again and turned to open the hall door as Darren backed away out of the hall and padded thoughtfully into the kitchen.
“Jasper fucking Halston,” he thought. “He must be close to seventy. Let’s see if his five and a half inches are still relevant after I fuck her brains out tonight.”
TBC
