Part One

 

Raymond Ronson, the multimillionaire financier and president/CEO of the company I work for, left me in charge while he attended an important conference in Miami, with his secretary. This surprised and thrilled me. Finally, I was getting the recognition I deserved.

On my first day as Boss, the intercom buzzed. "Yes, Glenda."

"Sorry to bother you Mr. Fullmer, but Mr. Ronson is on line one for you."

What does he want? The old fart probably wants to make sure I didn't crash the company on the first day. "Thank you."

"You're welcome"

I picked up the handset and sat up straight. "Hello?"

"Hi Johnny. It's Ken."

I cleared my throat and replied, "Yes Boss."

"How're things going? Is everything all right?"

"Things are going well. It looks like we locked up the Hillsboro account. Other than that it's been a normal day."

"Hillsboro. Hmm that is good news. Good job."

I couldn't help but smile and puff out my chest. "Thank you sir."

"Your welcome." He paused and I wondered what was coming next. "Johnny, that's only part of the reason I called."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The main reason I called is Mirán.

Mirán, the bosses flat out gorgeous wife? "Mirán?"

"Yes. She belongs to this women's civic group, I forget the name right now. Anyway, there is some kind of charity event going on for which she needs a man's help."

I took a deep breath. "What kind of help?"

I heard him sigh. "I'm not sure, something about an auction, she didn't elaborate and I didn't ask. Just make sure she's happy, will you."

"Yes boss. I'll have Roland Hobbs help her out."

"Hmm. No, Roland won't do."

"No?"

"No. Actually, Johnny, she requested you. I'm hope you can pull yourself away from your girlfriends and do something for charity for a change."

"Well, I do have a date I'll have to break, but if you insist."

"I do. Thank you. She needs you to be at the Fallbrook Inn by noon tomorrow." click.

Hmm! He hung up. No goodbye, no thanks for breaking my date, he just hung up. I wonder what this thing with his stunning wife is all about.

I dug out my smart phone, punched in my date's number a pushed talk.

"Hi this is Robin."

"Hi babe, it's Jonathan."

"Johnneeee, I was just thinking about you. I'm so looking forward to out date tomorrow night, I even bought a new dress."

I wasn't looking forward to breaking this date. I sighed. "Robin, sweetheart, baby that's why I called. I'm afraid we're going to have to cancel our date for now. The big boss has arranged for me to help his wife at a charity event."

"Damn. I was so looking forward to our date and afterward, a nightcap...if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean and I'm all for nightcaps."

"Will we reschedule?"

"Absolutely, I can't wait." I glanced at my watch. "Baby, Sorry to cut this short, but I have to run to a manager's meeting right now. I'll call you, okay."

"Okay."

I ended the call and dug my fingers into my hair. Robin was going to jump in bed with me. That gorgeous piece of ass was going to fuck my socks off and now this.

 

By the time workday ended I was in need of a drink, so I headed across the street to Geno's. The second I walked in my friend, Dave waved me over. As I slid into the booth, Ginger slipped a cocktail napkin in front of me. "Hi Johnny. The usual?"

"Uh-huh."

As she turned and strutted off Dave said, "God, I love redheads. Look at the way her ass moves under that skimpy skirt."

"Yeah Ginger is nice."

He shifted his gaze to me? "You tapped that prime piece of tail, didn't you?"

I cocked my head and smiled. "Yeah. Ginger's definitely worth dinner and a movie."

"Did you go back for seconds?"

I shrugged. "And thirds."

"What happened?"

I liked her, but she's like Saran Wrap."

Dave frowned. "Saran Wrap?"

I snickered. "Yeah, after awhile she gets clingy, like Saran Wrap."

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. You still seeing Sharon?"

"Nah, I've moved on."

Dave took a sip of his drink. "I thought she was marrying material. Would you mind if I ask her out?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Of course not. Don't forget if you get married, who your best man should be."

A grin formed on his face. "You got it."

"One thing though."

"What's that?"

"She's not very experienced in the nuances of sex."

Dave nodded. "Yeah so what?"

"Well since you want to go out with and maybe marry her..."

"Let's not rush things, now I just want to go out with her, but what's wrong with her."

"Nothing's wrong with her. She's a great gal and an eager learner when it comes to sex, but..."

Dave started moving his hands around like he does when he gets excited. "God dammit, what?"

I shrugged again. "Well, when she sucked my dick, she didn't pull her teeth back enough and they, you know, abraded my prick."

He laughed. "No, I don't know. I don't have big dick problems like you. I'd like to have the big dicked, Johnny Depp look alike problems you have, but like always I settle for your leftovers."