The Boss

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

RhondaShe let him kiss her passionately . She pushed her back against his hands, inviting them to travel down further until they landed on her supple buttocks. Every time he seemed to be out of breath, she darted her tongue further and thrusted faster, stronger. He stayed in her mouth longer and breathed what little air there was from within her mouth. Her calves were strained, her heels arched out from her high heels to support her upward posture, meeting the mouth of her taller counterpart. Her short skirt was pulled high enough to give glimpses of her n***d flesh when he squeezed her tattooed buttocks by a handful. She flung one arm around his neck to provide pull support, with another lost between the two entwined bodies. From the side of her stretched arm, a dewy firm mound peeked out from her little black dress, which left her back bare. Under the private club’s rotating lights, the reflection of the white flesh was glossy from the beads of sweat that trickled down from her quivering armpit, whose scent served as an aphrodisiac to the man, driving him faster into the abyss of l**t.

The man swayed their tangled bodies step by step toward their table, then grabbed the quarter-full bottle of Patrón. He took a swig of the fine tequila, then licked the beads of her salty sweat dripping down from her neck. She shuddered. He emptied the bottle, but before the last swig, he swabbed her ear with his tequila-wetted tongue and whispered,

“Reach back, baby.”

Obediently, she raised her arm and threw it over her shoulder, slightly touching the back of her neck. Strong, strained arm, graceful neck, gaping mouth, and eyes in a trance—she was a sculpture to celebrate eros.

“Keep it there no matter what happens,” he said, throatily.

She shivered in anticipation.

He took the last swig and traced the beads of sweat from her tautly stretched arm down to her armpit. He swirled his wet tongue around its muscular crater, then slowly spiraled back out to trail down the side of her slightly exposed breast. She squirmed but otherwise kept still. Her breath was bated as she felt a gentle nibble on her flesh followed by his darting tongue, then they alternated. She let out a small cry nobody could hear. When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt his long tongue darted inside the cloth, and from behind the soft fabric of her dress, flicking her n****e hard. His fingers were at the opening of her last defended fort, wriggling their way in, then they reigned inside. The gate was wide open. White hot l**t and need consumed her, she threw her head back and let out a moan deep in her throat. She welcomed the flood that followed. Against the backdrop of blaring music, Rhonda had to put her full, pouty lips to her man’s ear to let him hear her groans and whimpers. Her appreciations.

That was six years ago. Rhonda was in her early twenties then, as was Gina. They met as college students, both took arts as their major. Intelligent but irresponsible, they didn’t perform well academically. It took them two extra years to finish their bachelor’s degrees.

At 5’7 Rhonda was noticeably shorter than Gina, but just as voluptuous. They both had curves in all the right places. The faces were where they differed most. Rhonda was sultry and sexually provocative, and Gina was more of a radiant beauty and grace. However different they were, they were a cut above the rest.

Their looks gave them life’s early perks. They roamed the town and out celebrating life most nights. They were the girls every party invited, every bachelor wanted to be seen with. Even if they wanted to stop, they couldn’t. The town wouldn’t allow them to keep their personae private. Their beauty was their trap.

She and Gina went together to most parties, as inseparable best friends, except on the very rare occasions when either of them wasn’t available and the party was too special to skip. The party in the private club six years ago was one such occasion. Gina had to stay home to study for her make-up exam on economics, so Rhonda went alone. The party was held for high-powered executives, one that was too valuable to skip. What if they needed a job after they graduated? One of the guests might be just the one providing them with such an opportunity. That was how their friend—the hostess of the party—argued and convinced the reluctant Rhonda to go without Gina.

As it turned out the party offered no job opportunity at all, but it introduced Rhonda to a man whom she would not forget. A man whom she never got the chance to know, but with whom she had ground bodies, exchanged copious saliva, and had unforgettable s*x without the actual c****s. The party was held for him. All she knew about him was his friends tried to pry him off his one-year mourning over the death of his wife by resurrecting his known appetite for wild s*x and beauty. When their steamy escapade was over, they were too drunk or too content to care about exchanging details. Or was it because he wanted to preserve anonymity? Her friend who hosted the party only knew the name of the man’s friend through whom the party was arranged.

She hadn’t met him since.

Rhonda told Gina of her experience that night, in great detail, with such mastery and soul, it turned Gina on as she listened to her friend. “Why didn’t you go all the way?” Gina asked. Because it was not meant to be a party like that. There was no provision in the party for anything beyond kissing, fondling, and light pecking. It was mostly an exclusive forget-all-your-sorrow party with the rich and successful. Drinking first-class booze, smoking the finest cigars, and nibbling exotic hors d’oeuvres while socializing with the most beautiful girls in town. A party after which each executive would go back home to their wives guilt-free.

“Then how did it happen, you and ‘the man’?” Gina inquired.

“It just happened,” Rhonda said. “The man was dancing with me and he had so much charisma. The booze, ambience, and music translated that charisma into s****l instinct, almost animalistic. I couldn’t stop myself—a b***h in heat—and he was reciprocating every one of my provocations. At first, he kept it in rhythm with my initiatives, but as my thirst reached a crescendo, he felt it and took over. That was when things went from wild to crazy.”

“Did you come?” Gina asked in a raspy voice and anticipation.

“What do you think?” was Rhonda’s cheeky reply.

From that night onwards, the girls used Rhonda’s experience with ‘the man’—how they referred to him—as the barometer for describing their s****l experiences. They would say a s****l encounter, or c****s was one notch below the man if it was excellent, or two notches below the man if it was good.

Today, both girls were in their late twenties and had, eventually, earned their tertiary degrees. Still as beautiful as ever, they had settled down a bit. Some for Rhonda, and a lot more for Gina. Progressing like normal people, after graduating they landed themselves jobs. Jobs that exposed them to new environments, new sets of friends and reinforced their connection to the same world of nightlife and partying. Another door through which they could glide their powerful presence into the glitzy part of life.

Rhonda was now an assistant to one of the senior executives at an American bank. The job gave her nothing too exciting, but a steady income, enough to move out of her parents’ big house and lived on her own. But her rich dad would never let her daughter live a real life—a monthly stipend comparable to twice her salary made her able to appreciate the challenge of earning money without having to bow down too much to many of its unreasonableness.

Gina started the same way as Rhonda but had made astonishing progress in skills and experience in the three years she had been with The Boss. When The Boss promoted her as a VP, she left him with no executive assistant. She did the best she could to fill both roles while HR searched for her replacement. Numerous candidates and he still took none to this day, one year after she had moved on to her VP role. Of course, he had a secretary and assistants, but none were of her level. She had been one he always had by his side and whom he could trust with some of his most intimate business thoughts and deals.

She was special.

But with the Trelleco deal looking closer on the horizon, it was of paramount importance the position be filled. And Gina had a sudden bright idea.