Ecstasy (10 page)

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Carl
was concentrating on the new project in his office when Lisa walked in. All
perky and dressed in a blue shirt with a rather short skirt tight on her ass,
she invoked every bit of a woman's presence in the otherwise all-male world
around her. He could smell her perfume and pick up her scent from his desk. He
leaned back against his reclining chair and was ready to greet her.

"Ah,
Carl, I need to talk to you."

"Sure,"
he agreed a little taken aback by her forceful words. "What's up?"

"I
know you don't really deal with these issues, but I've been looking at a rather
odd thing lately."

"I'm
all ears."

"The
thing started with a former BP subsidiary. BP allowed a license take-over for
the Southern Slope and they allowed it to no other than Halliburton."

"So
what's so odd about it? That happens all the time!"

"Well,
it wouldn't be so odd if it didn't involve the risk-inheritance that came with
their contractual obligations. In other words, BP relinquished the license with
the condition that Halliburton also takes over any environmental damage claims
that might come about in the future due to BP's drilling in the Southern
Slope."

Carl
nodded an ok and looked over the skyline of
Los Angeles
.
Lisa was right; that was unusual and in fact it was almost suspect. Why would
any oil company agree to take over the potential environmental baggage of
another, license or no license?

"How
much is Halliburton stand to gain from this?" he asked.

"There
is no telling, because I don't know how long they'll hang on to this open-end
lease, but the wells are certified for several billions of barrels."

"So,
that may very well be your answer," he said winking at her. Lisa turned
around and closed the door, desiring both his undivided attention and privacy
from his secretary in the hallway.

"Carl,
don't be an ass. I know you know I can see behind that."

For
once Lisa trumped Carl, or at least he felt so.

"I
really have no clue what you mean!" he defended himself vehemently. She
raised her brows and rolled her eyes in disbelief. 'Is he playing games with
me?' she asked herself.

"I
really do not understand," he insisted, almost as if he read her mind.

"Ok.
Yes, Halliburton can stand to profit from it, but only given that no
environmental suits or other issues come out of their drilling. And that
includes the past. In other words, if there were any issues in the past in that
area, they will surely represent a constant risk of being renewed. In other
words, they can come back and they can quickly eat into any profits they hope
to make," she added.

"What
makes you think there were any problems in the past? Do you know anything about
it?"

"No,
but then why would BP insert such a clause in their contract?"

Carl
felt like a complete idiot. He failed to see that aspect and kicked himself for
it. Ever the sport, Lisa felt his impotency and reached out to him.

"Don't
feel bad. I failed at this on the first try, too."

Carl's
ego got hurt easily but he recovered just as fast. He came early in life to the
conclusion that spending too much time on an insulted ego would be a waste of
time and resources. Pick up the pieces of your shattered ego and move on, he
would say. His mind moved on to more important things.

"That
is
interesting, Lisa. Would you give me a little time to think about it?
In fact, how about we talk about it over dinner tonight?"

Lisa's
face glittered with sexual innuendo and she couldn't help herself taking a prod
or two at him.

"Is
this all you want to do over dinner, big boy?"

"Hmmm.
That depends on what's for dinner," he answered just as provocatively.

"Ahhhhh.
Let me think. Let me see what I can come up with. Meanwhile, see to it that you
come up, too."

"Come
up or go up?" he asked as he winked at her again.

"Both,"
she said as she walked out of his office proud of her manhandling experience.
She knew she was good, but not this good. Little did she know he was about to
teach her much more.

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It
was simply too late in the night to wake him up for a quickie. Monica struggled
to fall asleep, but just couldn't. She tossed, turned, kicked and even counted
to ten about fifteen times, but all to no avail. Sleep just didn't want to come
to her beautiful eyes and she worried about them. 'I must sleep,' she said
angrily to herself.

She
knew that a good orgasm might just do the trick. A deep orgasm. One that would
take all that damn energy from her. An orgasmic outcome that would simply knock
her out. 'Man, how great it would be if doctors could come up with a pill
that'd give us an orgasm to sleep!' she muttered to herself.

She
knew how to give herself some of the best orgasms she ever had, but she had to
be in the right mood for it. She needed stimulation and her mind began to
search in her sexual memories. Soon, though, she realized that thoughts,
'dirty' or not, wouldn't be enough. She needed more. She needed to see, to hear
an orgasm.

She
reached for her cell and the ear set and plugged them together. A little
on-mute porn may do the trick, but soon even that proved to be a problem. 'What
do I want to watch? Foursomes, couples, orgies? Oh, hell, who am I kidding? A
good anal flick might just do it.' She was grateful for once that Craig was a somewhat
of a deep sleeper and as ironic as things might have been, the late hour worked
to her advantage, too. The later the hour the more sound he slept.

She
turned on to the first anal pod she saw and tapped play. As the movie played,
she realized she needed some extra help and reached for the banana vibrator by
her nightstand. He bought that for her sometime ago as a joke, but soon
realized it was more than that. He was only too happy to make her happy.

She
placed it against her clit as she watched the movie. She felt a tinge in her
clit, but realized she may soon get too loud. That would've been bad. It
would've been bad both because it might disturb his sleep and because she
wouldn't get the best out of her orgasm. The more quiet she stayed, the better
orgasm she'd get. Her experience told her that.

She
turned on her tummy and positioned the vibrator between her thighs in her clit.
With the cell in her hand and the ear set on, her hips began jiving in circles
around the vibrator. The mattress beneath added to the vibrations in her
clitoris and she began to bite the pillow.

The
woman in the movie pressed her ass against the man's cock and Monica's body
responded almost unconsciously by pressing her hips against the mattress. She
felt the pleasure going higher and higher through her body and she groaned as
quiet as she could.

She
felt her body needing more and she took her left index and penetrated her anus.
A little in the beginning, then a little more and soon she had her entire anus
deeply finger-fucked. Her motion and groaning increased, but she believed she
could master them without too much noise.

Soon
her entire body felt a pre-orgasmic stage and her abdomen, thighs and hips got
more rigid in expectation for the much desired nocturnal ecstasy.

Suddenly,
she felt him on the top of her and his cock almost in her ass. It all happened
so fast that she let out a short scream. He caressed her hair and whispered in
her ear.

'Don't
stop watching it," and pushed his cock deep into her ass. He felt her
tight muscles stretching to welcome his cock and her body convulsed at the
sheer thought of the pleasure. Anticipating it, she started moaning and
groaning out loud, not worrying about a damn thing anymore. The pleasure was
great and was about to get much greater.

She
gripped the sheets with both of her hands and cried in the pillow as loud as
she could. His width and length felt majestically ecstatic and she could barely
muster enough breath to beg him.

"Please
push my head into the pillow as you thrust me!
Pleease
. And don't
stop!"

She
dropped the cell and had no idea of the ear set as it came off her head. She
couldn't watch it any longer anyway, as her brow was dripping sweat in her
eyes. She managed to keep the vibrator in her clitoris, knowing that it will
bring her the sexual finale she was looking for.

His
thrusts met with the resistance of her ass that bounced off the mattress and
every one of them made her feel his fullness in her. There wasn't a single
muscle in her body that didn't tighten in expectation of an orgasm and the
build-up grew stronger with each of his strokes.

Her
things were dripping wet, her clitoris was aching with the pleasure given by
the vibrator and she felt the first orgasmic spasm. Monica's lungs muster all
the air she needed and she let out a scream and writhed under Craig as the
first wave of the orgasm hit her body.

Her
muscles suddenly relaxed and her entire body went limp. He felt her turn soft
and almost unresponsive. He guessed it was good for her and he expected her to
turn over, but he was soon disappointed. She attempted a few words of love to
him, but the pillow captured all of them and he decided they could wait until
morning.

As
Monica drifted asleep, she felt his warm jizz on her ass and only then realized
he, too, came.

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The
whole day proved boring, but the meeting with Carl sounded promising. He had
brains aside from other things and Jennifer liked that in him. She closed her
laptop and went to his office.

"Hi,
Carl. How goes it?"

"Excellent!
How is your day?"

She
smiled openly at him and admitted honestly.

"Better
now. Much better."

"Oh?
How's that?"

"You
want the truth or some bullshit story?"

"What
do you think?"

Jennifer
smiled again, this time because she managed to cross that bridge with Carl. She
wanted to get to know him and know him in more ways than one. And it seemed he
was willing to open the door to his heart. Perhaps he could also open the door
to his manhood.

"Ok.
Because I like the way your brain looks."

"My
brain?" he asked with natural curiosity.

"Yes.
Your brain. It's one of the best things about you. That's perhaps why you're in
that chair today." Carl never did well with brown-nosing, but Jennifer
didn't do that and he knew it.

"But
not all good-looking things are good," he went fishing.

"Looks
are important. In fact, they are critical."

"Is
that so?"

"Yes
and here's why. Looks are the first things we see about anything in this world
and we love to look at good-looking things. Looks matter. Appearances
matter."

"I
am sure you've heard that saying, 'looks are not everything'. Right?"

"Right,
they are not. They're just the most of it."

"I
am not sure I agree with you."

"Well.
Ok, do you ever look at an ugly woman?"

"Yes,
I do!"

Jennifer
frowned a little.

"Do
you really?"

"Sure.
How else would I be able to tell she's ugly if I don't look at her?"

"Well,
ok. But you know what I mean."

"Ah.
You mean do I like ugly-looking women? No, to be honest."

"See?
That's just it. And nobody does. And whoever says they do, they're lying!"

"I
guess I see your point."

"For
example, do you like looking at my body?" She decided to chance it.

Carl
was taken completely by surprise. This was a work meeting and they'd both cross
the line if he went there. Yet, he was sure she wasn't setting him up.

"What
if I told you I do?"

"I'd
believe you!"

"Then
what of all this?"

"My
point is we like nice looking things."

"True
enough, but how useful is that?"

"It's
very useful if we do wisely," she persisted.

"What
do you mean?"

"Wouldn't
you like to have something nice, something good-looking in your kitchen for
example? Or your bedroom?"

"Like
what?"

"Like
a flower. Or like a nice bottle of champagne. They're both very useful."

Carl
sensed she insinuated something but couldn't quite tell what. In either case,
he decided they needed to focus on their work, but before he could say
anything, Jennifer took the lead.

"There
is a beautiful spot up in the mountains, about four hours from here. It's an
old mining town called Groveland and it's got some of the most beautiful
scenery in
California
. It is the quintessence of 'good-looking'
things all natural. I wonder if you've ever seen it. Anyway, it's the perfect
park for our project and we really need to consider it."

"Ah,
no. I can't say that I have."

She
let a minute pass by, opened her laptop and thought about it. 'It's worth the
try,' she decided. Jennifer liked Carl. Tall, slender and with a natural 'I
don't give a shit' attitude, he was as close to a man as she desired. She
wanted him.

'Perhaps
we can look at it together for our project," she said almost whisperingly.

He
tried to focus on his work and acted as if he didn't hear her, but she knew
better.

"So,
let's take a look at the first stage of this and see if we can conclude it
today. It's taking a little too long." he said, hoping that she will take
the hint. 'I'd love to go with you there, Jenny and I'd love to do more than
that with you there. But where do you come from, being so forth with this
proposal?' he asked himself. There was no way he could concentrate on the work
anymore and she knew it. Something had to change. Someone had to break the
silence, else nothing would get done.