I hated these formal events. I hated dressing up like a penguin. But most of all, I hated my boss. Mr. Fredrick. He was a pain both at work and outside of work.
“Looking good finally, Derek,” he said to me. “Better than you usually do, that’s for sure.”
I just nodded back at him. He had rented a huge hall in a building that was way out in the countryside. He had thrown all the stops. A band that played classical music in all it was a well-catered event. I was surprised he would do something like this, even if it were his sister’s birthday. The real surprise was that he invited some of us from work.
“Well, go mingle or something. Make sure you eat some of this food; it isn’t cheap!”
That was him; he was a real cheap asshole. You would think a triple bypass surgery would make him appreciate life, but not him.
“Yes, sir,” I nodded.
I had plans to dip out of here the first moment I got. I walked around the room, making sure a lot of people from work saw me. I was looking for another co-worker when I noticed an elegant looking woman come in through the main door.
She was wearing a long forest green dress; that hung an inch or less above her ankles. The dress hugged her body tightly, showing off all of her curves. She had long, golden-brown hair that came down past her shoulders on top of all that. She had a great smile.
“That’s his wife you’re staring at,” Candice said, approaching me.
Candice was my boss’s secretary, no one at work hated him more than her. She did everything for him except clean him. I am sure if he could arrange it, he would have her do that too.
“No,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
I quickly turned my head away from them as I saw her walk up to my boss. They looked like an odd couple.
Our boss was a mean person, not just in the work sense. He also looked mean, which made a lot of individuals uncomfortable around him.
On the other hand, his wife was all smiles. She was greeting everyone with a massive smile on her face. She held their hand and talked to them. Making sure to make eye contact.
“Derek!” I heard him yell over at me.
“You, Better go,” Candice said, she wasn’t happy to be here either.
“Yes, sir,” I answered when I got close to him.
“This is my wife, Tammy,” he said, holding his wife close to him. “This is Derek, one of my analysts.”
“Not just one. From the conversations that I overhear. You’re one of the firms best,” Tammy said.
We shook hands, her hands were soft and felt cold to the touch. Now that I was closer to this woman, I could see that my boss had a beautiful wife. The lady was stunningly beautiful, by no means was she a model or something you saw on the cover of a magazine. But she had a look you didn’t see every day.
“Don’t make him fool you into thinking otherwise,” she winked at me.
He just shook his head. “We have other people to meet,” he said in his typical gruff voice, with a drink in his hand.
“It was nice to meet you,” she said as her husband hurried her along.
Mr. Frederick’s sister got in front of the crowd, tapping her glass cup to get everyone’s attention. She gave a speech thanking everyone for coming, and other things. Just like her brother, she was very long-winded.
After what seemed like hours, she finally stopped. I had learned everything about her in that speech from her family to her business. Some things I wish I hadn’t heard. I started to make my way towards the door slowly. Hoping no one would see me leave.
“Are you leaving?” a voice said from behind me.
It was Tammy; she was smiling as she approached me. “Well, I don’t blame you, these things seem to drag on,” she said. She looked over at her husband, who was talking to a group of men. With a drink in his hand. “I meant what I said earlier.”
I looked back at her then at him. “Well, he treats me like the film you find on warm milk,” I smiled back.
“Wow, now that’s an analogy if I ever heard one.”
“Just calling it as I see it.”
“Walk with me,” she said, holding out her hand. I held onto it as she wrapped her arm around mine.
We walked up some stairs, then out onto a porch, that overlooked the countryside. It was a beautiful view. The sky was much darker out here. There were no city lights to take away from the light from the stars.
“Jake comes from a family that sees emotion as a weakness, any sign of emotion. Happy, sad, and even love are seen as a sign of weakness and weakness in his family is not an option,” she said, leaning forward.
“So, he would rather be mean and cold?”
“Yes,” she paused as she turned to look at me. “Let me ask you something?”
Her hair was blowing lightly in the slight wind.
“Did he ask you to come here in person?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Everybody, including his neighbors and his friends. Got a written invitation,” she said, slightly nodding her head. “I know because I was the one that sent them out.”
I just stood there. I remembered the day he walked into my office. He just stood there for a few moments. He asked me about a case we were handling. Then as he walked out, he told me that I was coming to this event. It wasn’t a question or seemed like an invitation.
“Now, does that sound like the cold mean man?” she smiled.
I was speechless.
“Now does he like or respect you on a personal level,” she said. “That I don’t know. But he does think you’re the best he has in his employment.”
I nodded. I didn’t need or want my boss’s respect, or did I need him to like me. The truth was I could care less, either way. I did like the fact he knew I was good at what I did.
“This view is great, isn’t it?” she said as she put her hands on the ledge and leaned over.
“Yeah, it’s awesome,” I replied.
“Take a picture,” she said.
She gave me her phone as she turned around, putting her back to the ledge.
“Hold on,” she said. She took off the small green crop jacket that she was wearing.
“Okay, take it,” she smiled.
I had to take a minute. Tammy was a busty woman. The green dress had a V cut in the front that plunged downward, revealing a lot of her cleavage.
“Well?” she asked.
“Sorry, not used to your phone,” I lied.
I took the picture.
“Let’s see?” she said.
I showed her the picture.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
Suddenly Jack’s sister came up. “He did it again!” she yelled. She looked distraught.
“No!” Tammy said.
They both started to walk fast down the stairs. I followed behind them. We ran down the stairs, but I could already hear someone shouting at the top of their voice. It was my boss. Jake was yelling at the top of his voice.
“This place cost too much!” he yelled. “I could’ve got a bigger place for cheaper!”
Tammy smiled as she walked her way towards him. “Look’s like someone drank a little too much,” she said as she wrapped a hand around him. “Let’s go,” she said, trying to keep a smile on her face.
“No, No! They need to hear this!” he yelled.
He pushed her off of him, then looked at her. He had a small glass in his hand, he took a big gulp of it then smashed it to the floor.
“She married me for the money, you know, yeah, when I met her, she was a dancer!” he roared with laughter. “A dancer!” he was pointing at his wife, who stood there embarrassed.
“Okay, sir!” I interjected.
“You! You black son of a bitch!” he yelled at me. “You think you’re going to take my job?”
He poked me in the chest with his finger as he walked forward.
“I helped build that company,” he shouted.
The stench of alcohol was strong on his breath. He must have had a lot more to drink than I thought.
“But I am getting old, and they want a new face! I told them about your work. Now they want you!” he shouted. “A black n…”
Suddenly a man punched him in the face. He fell to the floor, passed out.
“Sorry, Susan, I know he is your brother,” the man said.
“Thank you, Terry,” Susan said. “We better get him out to the car.”
“I’ll help,” I said.
“Thank you,” Susan said.
“No problem,”
We carried him out to the car. Tammy was visibly upset.
“Tammy, I am sorry,” Susan said.
I could tell she was sincere. Her brother not only ruined her birthday party. But he had also embarrassed his wife in front of a significant amount of people.
“He shouldn’t have said that,” Terry said.
From the body language and other things that I had noticed. I guessed that Terry must be Susan’s husband.
“I’ll get him home,” Tammy said, shaking her head.
“You can’t,” Susan said. “You have poor night vision, plus it’s going to rain.”
“I’ll take you guys home,” Terry said.
“You have the flight out in the morning,” Susan said. “I will call a cab for both of you.”
She turned to me. “Can you drive Jake’s car to the office?” Susan asked.
“How will he get home?” Tammy asked.
“I took a cab here. My car is in the shop,” I shrugged.
“Perfect,” Susan smiled.
“I will drive his car to the office, then call a cab,” I said.
“Just drive us home, and I will call a cab from there,” Tammy said abruptly.
I could see she just wanted to go home.
“I can do that,” I said.
I knew where he lived as I had been there a couple of times before. I got into the driver’s seat. Tammy waved them goodbye, then got into the passenger seat as soon as she was buckled in I began to pull away from the building and onto the road.
“Thank you,” she smiled at me.
“The black guy is driving my car?” Jake said he was lying in the back seat. He was halfway between sleeping and being awake.
“Shut up!” Tammy yelled. “You caused enough problems with that mouth!”
“Okay,” he said as he went back to sleep.
Susan was right about the rain. The moment we got on the highway. The sky opened up. Instantly Tammy checked her seat belt.
“Relax, I am a good driver,” I smiled.
She nodded. I could tell she was nervous. The truth was, so was I.
“So what did he mean by what he said?” I asked.
I was trying to keep her mind somewhere else.
“Which part?”
“The others wanting to replace him.”
“Oh,” she said as she shifted in her seat. “The partners have been looking for some new blood to join them. They know new investors won’t buy into the company without someone on the board that isn’t about to push up daisy’s,” she laughed.
I had seen some of the members of the board; none of them were younger than sixty.
“So, they like my work?” I smiled.
“Yeah, according to Samuel, you’re the top candidate,” she gave me a playful nudge. “Looks like you’re going to the top of the food chain.”
I couldn’t imagine being a partner. That was a sure way to get on the board of directors. Then I would be making some of the big decisions.
“But Jake is pretty upset. He didn’t want to share the limelight,” she said, interrupting my dream.
“Oh well,” I shrugged. “I didn’t put in all that work to be turned down.”
“Exactly!” she cheered.
We went silent for a moment as we both stared at the road. It was getting worse. Thunder and lightning began to shake the sky all around us. The way was barely visible.
“You really are a good driver,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Thanks,” I nodded. “I got precious cargo,” I smiled, nodding back to my boss in the back seat.
“Oh, there is nothing valuable about him,” she shook her head. “He might have good tendencies, but they are far and very few.”
“Just a few moments ago you were singing his praises,” I replied.
She nodded with a smile. “A few minutes ago, he was your boss. And I was trying to make him sound better than what he was.”
“Now?”
“He is an asshole!” she said. Folding her arms underneath her massive chest.
“The dancer comment?”
“Yes!” Tammy said, highly annoyed. “Jake shouldn’t have brought that up, especially with so many people around.”
“What’s to be mad about?” I shrugged. “So you were a dancer, everybody started somewhere.”
She looked at me, surprised. “Thank you,” she smiled.
“So, were you good?”
She looked even more surprised, but she kept her smile.
“I was the best!”
“Well?” I asked.
“Well, what?”
“You can’t say you were the best without going into detail.”
“You’re serious?” she laughed.
I nodded. “We got a lot more road to go, and nothing but time.”
She cleared her throat and sat up in her seat. “What’s to tell?” she said. “I was a tall, leggy, twenty-something, and I loved to dance.”
She was looking at me to see if I was going to stop her.
“I saw a night club that was hiring. I was short on cash with a lot of unpaid bills and no way to pay them, so I went inside to take a look. The manager saw me and how I looked. He immediately let me try out on one of the stages. I danced for over twenty minutes. I got more money in those twenty minutes than a full week at my old job.”
She had the biggest smile on her face as she remembered those times.
“You liked the attention?” I asked.
“Liked it? No, sweetie! I loved it!” she exclaimed. “It was an addiction.”
“So, that’s where Jack met you?”
“You can say that. Jake wasn’t as bold as he is now.” Tammy shook her head. “He used to come in every Friday to see me.”
I laughed. I was trying to imagine my boss. Mr. stern face at a strip club.
“He would sit in the corner, just staring,” she smiled. “Then, one day, he asked me to go on a business date with him. He even offered to pay me for my time.”
“No way!” I said.
“Yep. I agreed to a fair rate. The rest is history,” Tammy shrugged. “We fell in love. I quit dancing and became a housewife.”
She said the last part with a hint of regret.
“You miss it?”
“Yes, but it’s too late now,” she shrugged. “I am going to be fifty in three months, and the girls are beginning to sag more and more.”
She squeezed her massive tits.
“Do you still got the moves?”
She looked at me with pure shock. Then there was a huge smile.
“You bet I do!” she roared. “I have been keeping a secret from him,” Tammy had said before she looked back at Jake,
I looked back, using the rearview mirror. He was still asleep.
“The yoga classes I have been going to are actually pole dancing classes.”
“Check you out!”
She was beaming. I could tell she had wanted to tell someone about this secret life, for a while now.
“I am good at it too!” she said, turning to face me. “Tina, the instructor, wants me to part of the team that competes.”
She was highly excited.
“So you going to do it, right?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Jake would kill me!”
She looked back at him. He was dead to the world.
“Fuck him,” I said. “Do it for you. You shouldn’t give a shit what he thinks.”
She looked at me.
“But…” she said.
I shook my head.
“No buts. Do you think you’re good?”
She nodded.
“Then, that’s all that matters.”
She smiled.
We pulled onto their road. It was a long twisting road that went behind a small forest area. The couple lived in a large house in the middle of nowhere.
“Jeffery, it’s me!” she yelled into the intercom as we pulled up to a large gate.
The large gate in front began to swing open. The house was magnificent if you liked huge houses built like old southern homes. It reminded me of something I had seen in an old civil war movie.
Jeffery was their live-in butler as I called him, but he was more than that. He was their go-to guy for everything and anything they needed around the house and more. Jeffery was also in charge of hiring any additional help they needed.
“Again?” he said as I pulled into their garage. He opened the door then shook his head as he looked at his boss, sprawled out in the back seat.
“This happens a lot?” I asked.
“More than I care to say,” Jeffery said. “You go on in. I can handle this.”
“No, I can help. He is my boss, too,” I said.
Jeffery got a wheelchair from the side of the garage. He brought it close to the car. I pulled my boss out of the car and into the wheelchair.
“I can take it from here,” Jeffery said.
I nodded. I walked into the large living room.
“Sorry, but the cab service said due to the storm, they can’t send anyone out,” Tammy said.
“Oh,” I replied.
I looked outside. It did seem bad out there. The wind had picked up, and the rain was coming down harder. The sky lit up as lightning shattered across it.
“You can stay in one of the guest rooms,” she offered.
“Thank you.”
“Jeffery,” Tammy called out.
The senior man entered the room.
“Derek will be staying the night,” Tammy smiled.
“I will prepare one of
the guest rooms, which one will he be staying in?” Jeffery asked.
“Claudia’s. She will not be back for a few weeks,” Tammy said.
“Will do,” Jeffery nodded.
“There is something I want to show you,” Tammy whispered.
I followed her into a room. It had a desk in the corner with a computer on it. There were pictures of family members hung up all over the walls.
“Here,” she said.
She offered me a seat in front of the computer.
“I have some videos saved on here, that I think you will like,” she said.
She leaned over my shoulder; I felt one of her huge boobs resting on my shoulder. I looked at the monitor as she moved the mouse around. She went into her folders then picked a video clip.
I watched the screen go black as it did I could see our reflection on it.
Her long hair was touching my back, but what caught my attention. Was that her boobs were the size of my head. Even the one that was half resting against my shoulder was just as big as my head.
I tried not to show my interest. But I was getting hard, really hard.
Thankfully the video loaded. At first, it was just four silver poles in a room with a mirrored wall. Then four dancers came on the screen. One of them was Tammy. They were all dressed in black leggings with white tops. They started by slowly dancing around the poles.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tammy in the video. Her huge boobs were straining the material that made up her top. Also, she looked very well for someone going on fifty.
“I hate my stomach,” she said.
‘What stomach?’ I thought to myself.
“You look beautiful,” I said.
“You think?”
“Yes. You look very sexy.”
‘Why did I have to use the word sexy? She’s Jake’s wife.’ I thought.
“I mean, you look great,” I tried to correct myself.
I could see her smile in the monitor.
She rested more against me plunging her boobs around my neck. I could feel them pressing against my skin. The video and the feeling of her big tits pressed against the back of my neck were only adding to the blood rushing to my dick.
The video wasn’t helping either. The music had picked up. All four of the dancers were dancing in rhythm, grinding and swirling against the pole. Then they began climbing.
“Wow,” I said.
It was not intentional; it just came out. I was surprised how quick and flexible Tammy was as I watched the video. She climbed to the top of the pole, then she let go it with her hands and was steadying herself with her legs wrapped around it.
“Tina says I have strong legs,” she said.
I had to choose my words wisely. All I could think of was how she was riding the pole, while her legs wrapped around it.
I never liked the song that was playing, until now. Because she was definitely riding the “pony” as the song was repeating over and over.
“Yes, I will have to agree,” I said.
Hoping that was safe to say. There was a knock on the door. ‘Saved by the bell,’ I thought.
“Come in,” she said as she exited out of the video.
“He is awake and would like to see you,” Jeffery said. Sticking his head through the partly opened door.
“Thank you, tell him I will be right there,” she nodded.
Jeffery nodded, then left.
“He will show you to your room,” she smiled at me.
She left the room. I got up then met Jeffery in the hallway I followed him upstairs and to my room.
“Here you go, sir,” he said, opening the door.
“Derek,” I said. “You don’t have to call me sir,”
“If that is all… Derek,” Jeffery smiled.
“That is all,” I said.
Then I remembered a conversation that had happened in this house just a few weeks ago.
“Jeffery,” I smiled.
“Yes… Derek?” he replied.
I could tell he was having a hard time not saying, sir.
“Take the rest of the night off, and sleep in tomorrow,” I stated with a big smile on my face.
“Sir! I can’t,” Jeffery replied.
“You will,” I retorted. “Do you remember Mr. Frederick giving any of his associates the ability to run his house in his absence?”
“Sir, he is not…” Jeffery began to say.
“Is he a responsible person at this present time?”
Jeffery was smiling but shook his head.
“Good night Jeffery, see you later in the morning,” I smiled.
The room they had picked out for me was bigger than my whole apartment. I took a shower, then put on some clean clothes that had been left on the bed.
As I settled into bed to sleep. My phone went off. It was a text from Tammy.
“Found your number in his contacts. I am sorry, you didn’t get to see the rest of the video.”
“It’s okay, from what I saw. I can tell you’re a great dancer.”
“Thank you, it just started as a way to stay in shape, but then I got into it.”
“You have a knack for dancing.”
“Did you want to see the rest?”
“Of course, maybe tomorrow?”
There was a long pause. Then a video was sent. I began to play it right away.
“I have some more if you’re interested.”
“I am very interested.”
Three more videos were sent. There were two more with the rest of the class. Then there was one that was just her by herself. She was wearing a dark purple sports bra and black shorts. The sports bra pushed her already massive chest to immense proportions.
I watched the video intently, watching her every move. She was sexy; the way she moved was seductive. Her eyes were captivating the camera.
It was another song I didn’t like. It was another one of those pop songs that repeated itself over the radio. A young woman sang it. All she said over and over was how she wanted to look good for someone. But looking at Tammy dance to it seductively made me want to listen to the song more intently.
As I watched her dance against the pole, she swung around and around it. Then slowly lowered herself to the floor, then began to crawl across it, making her way towards the camera. Her eyes never leaving the camera.
My hand went down my pants. I couldn’t believe how hard I was. And how much I wanted to fuck my boss’s wife. My fingers wrapped around my hard dick; I pumped my hand up and down the shaft of my cock, slowly at first as I watched her slowly crawl towards the camera.
Her huge boobs hung low, showing her cleavage. Her ass was high in the air, swinging from side to side. Her hair was wet and hung in front of her face. Her eyes were piercing right through me. As she reached the camera, she turned over onto her back. Her hands slid up her body, then cupped and squeezed her breasts while pushing her hips off of the ground and into the air.
I started to move my hands faster as I pictured myself straddling her chest and tit fucking her huge boobs. I came hard in my hands and on the inside of my pants. Cursing myself for not thinking to have a tissue or something close by. I got up and went to take a shower. This time, I only used cold water.
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