“That was when I moved into the bank building. All our business tenants had moved over into the Buckman’s building so I had my pick of space. I converted an area for a kitchen and a bathroom but the rest is just open space. I had to shutdown the building’s boiler to conserve energy costs. That’s why I have trouble taking a hot shower. The entire building’s hot water source is from an ordinary residential water heater.”
“So now you know why I’m living here in an empty oversized marble tiled cavern with inadequate hot water.”
“As far as the everyday struggle with the bank you have some idea of what I’ve been going through. From the first days that I took over, I’ve been scrambling to keep the bank afloat. I’ve had to resort to speculating in risky currency arbitrage and betting on minute to minute fluctuations in the market. Knowing all the while if anyone caught wind of the bank’s exposed position they could cut us off at the knees.”
“I’ve had to offer loans to risky business ventures that no other banking institution would touch. And you know about the books… How I’m presenting a false set of numbers to show that the bank is secure. But, in reality, the real books shows how much trouble I’m in. If the examiners ever gets hold of them, I’ll be finished and in prison.”
“That’s why the Sorrant Oil field venture is so major for me. As you know, I’ve been working on this deal every day for the past two years. If I can pull this off, I’ll be solvent once again. I can reimburse the bank and the creditors and stop robbing Peter to pay Paul. I can carry a legitimate set of books and not worry about having my head on the chopping block.”
“Information is knowledge, Janet. That is why I have all those files in my desk drawers. I have to stay ahead of everything Charles Buckman tries to do to finish me off. Do you think I like to keep confidential files on him, and Staci, and David? I have to just to make sure I cover all the bases.”
“Think about that. I have to keep tabs on the woman that broke my heart. I have to keep tabs on my once best friend… And I hate it… I fucking hate it, but I got to do it.”
I finally paused, amazed at myself that I finally broached the subject with someone and the psychological release I felt at the confession. Janet stared at me appreciatively at me for opening up to her and trusting her.
“But Troy,” she said, “are you certain that you can swing this Sorrant Oil deal? I mean , aren’t you concerned about dealing with a Siberian oil deposit?”
“Janet, as I explained it to you, my French contacts have done the heavy lifting to make this a reality. Once the oil wells strike the deposit, the oil will be refined at a plant that will be built on the coast of the Bering Sea. From there tankers will transport to the west coast ports of the United State and unload.”
“Just from the difference of time and distance from Middle East supplies will make it immensely profitable. This will be as close as a sure thing as there ever was.”
“The only drawback is there’s a number of players that are getting interested in it. That is inevitable. You can never achieve total secrecy. The stock price for Sorrant Oil shares has been skyrocketing lately so somebody knows what it has under wraps. But, I’m close to getting a majority of the stock and after that I can dictate terms and the success will be assured. I just have to keep in the game regardless how high the stock shares goes up,” I explained.
“Then I can be free from the Buckmans. I can buy out the rest of my pissant relatives and stop all the lawsuits, have the bank on solid ground… And I can finally let go of David and Staci and start living my life again.”
“I’m ready, Janet. I’m ready to commit to someone and live out the rest of my days.”
As I stared directly at her, it dawned on her what exactly I was inferring. Her eyes widen and she caught her breath as I moved in for a kiss. Kiss after kiss, I moved to her delicate neck and stroked my face against her.
Her arms moved across my chest as I adjusted my position. My hands moved against her familiar body. I moved lower to her chest. Kissing various positions of her tit. Lower to her ribcage. Kissing and nibbling.
Her hands now on my shoulders urging me to continue to go lower. I paused to pay homage to her stomach and abdomen. The taut flesh reacted by jolts by my attention. I caught her scent.
She moaned as I converged at her junction. Slowly, I moved my face nodding against her. She reacted to my scratchy unshaven cheeks moving roughly against the insides of her thighs. The discomfort she felt was being weighed against the portending pleasure I was about to endow upon her.
Her hands blindly groped for mine and we interlocked fingers which limited me solely to using my lips, teeth and tongue. I tilted my head so I could gaze at her. Her face showed a desperate anticipation for me to begin as she stared back at me.
Then slowly I opened my mouth and slid my tongue to taste her. Her body immediately arced in reaction as her legs lifted her off the mattress. It wasn’t enough to throw me off however. I continued to lap, lick, nibble, probe and stroke her delightful little honeypot as she moaned and thrashed when I hit a particular apex for her.
She disengaged my hands and I greedily brought them to help me pleasure her. I lightly caressed her labia as I continued to probe her with my tongue. Then deftly, I slid my middle finger in her.
She yelped her approval and I felt her muscles gripping my invading digit. I began to slowly stroke it in and out of her. She reacted by shifting her body around and I felt her hands reaching into my boxer briefs to gain access to my stiffening cock.
I sensed it becoming freed and immediately I felt her warm lips moving across the tip of the crown enticing me to full erectness. I felt the flicking of her tongue teasing the sensitive head and I moved forward to encourage contact.
Slowly, I sensed the warmth of her lips sliding across my cock as she devoured my girth in the warmth of her mouth. I groaned my approval as her tongue swirled around my member.
I enjoyed the vacuum of her suction as she encouraged me to climax by her suckling my cock. I had other ideas for my gratification. I finally eased away from her and my erect member sprung out of her mouth, throbbing for an alternate source of pleasure.
I lined my dick against her pussy and slowly the bulb disappeared from view and I relished the warm moist haven it found. So much so, that I pushed gently in more and more of my penis.
I moaned as her pussy tightened against me. She answered back with a moan of her own and begged me for a kiss. I moved into her clinch as we slowly rocked back and forth.
The concept of time disappeared. The concept of worry was put on hold. All that mattered was the primal need to connect to another being. It was only for these fleeting minutes that I could forget the world. So, I made sure I treasured them.
Janet began to shudder from a minor climax. Then another. And another. It worked wonders for my ego that I could provide for my woman. Her sighs and moans gave evidence that my efforts were appreciated until she finally begged me to bring her to the mountaintop.
“I owe you one,” she said dreamily. “God, I owe you a thousand!” She grabbed little Troy and swallowed him.
In response, I engaged with more attention the task at hand and pursed my lips and sucked in her clitoris. The tremors erupting from her proved it was an effort well worth it. I rode out the storm and then reaped the reward of her frantic efforts to reciprocate by attempting to deep throat me.
It was scant minutes later when I warned her of the pending climax I was trying to forestall. She moved away from my mouth and watched as I shot stream after stream of jizz on the bed sheets. She was adamant that she would never swallow my cum.
So be it. There was no similar ban on depositing it in her pussy so I engaged in post coital play to keep her interested as I recovered for another erection. Moving against her exquisite body as she wrapped arms and legs around me as I gently fucked her and brought her to her second climax.
From there, I repositioned her to her hands and knees doggie style and I held her hips firmly as I stroked her. I watched her buttocks reverberate from my pelvic contacts. She moaned and began to counter thrust against me. I moved my hand into her hair and tugged her head backward as I forcibly kissed her.
She begged me to allow her to ride me cowgirl. I got in position and soon she was squatting over me, positioning my dick to the right angle to enter her. There she used her pelvis to squirm against me as I watched this beautiful vision approach her third orgasm.
Just as she shuddered and convulsed, I erupted into her and she soon collapsed on top of me as I continued to kiss her in appreciation.
It was noon before we finally got out of bed, showered, and got into our clothes. She told me she had to leave to visit her mother for an overnight stay. We made plans for Sunday evening.
I spent some time corresponding with some oversea interests through the Internet and then decided to go for an afternoon run. As soon as I stepped outside to prepare stretching and warming up, I saw her leaning against my beat up pickup truck.
As much as I wanted to avoid the confrontation I decided it was better to go ahead and get it over with. As I approached, she raised herself off my truck. “I didn’t think you were ever going to come out today, Troy,” she remarked.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t?” I asked.
“I would have come back tomorrow and waited.”
“And, if I didn’t show tomorrow?”
“Then, I would have come to your office tomorrow and waited all day while you refused to see me and the whole town would have another laugh at our expense,” she explained matter of fact.
“Well, then it is a good thing I’m here so you won’t be embarrassed before the whole town, isn’t it,” I replied with venom.
The anger of the retort rocked her, but still she continued.