
Introduction
Chapter 1
“Give me your office contacts,” Ray whispered, as his cock began to deflate and slide out of Ella Mae’s well-lubricated pussy. “I want to fuck you again next week.”
She leaned on the stall partition to steady herself, then plumped her full breasts with her hands to settle them in her bra. It had been a wild bout of sex in a stall of the airport ladies’ room and she was still breathing heavily. Her unbuttoned blouse was damp with sweat and her skirt was hiked up around her waist.
Ella Mae Shelton was a sales executive with a software company that Ray had literally ‘bumped into’ in an office plaza about a year previously. They had started a short, steamy affair soon after.
For a few weeks, they met in hotel rooms for afternoons of frenzied sex. He bought a lot of her software for his corporate group, ensuring that she racked up big commissions. He also impregnated her and set up a fund to pay for all her expenses.
Now months later, he’d run into her at the airport. She’d had his baby and was newly trim and fit. She was wearing a navy-blue suit with a short skirt and a transparent white chiffon blouse. She made a sexy picture and had aroused him instantly, for he knew she could not resist him. Initially reluctant, she soon matched his arousal. She came more than once – Ray pushed her to heights of pleasure that her husband could never give her.
One arm still around him, she reached into her handbag, pulled out her card case, and gave it to him. He took a card and put the case back in her handbag. He reached down, took her wet panties and put them in his pocket. Then he opened the stall door and let her lean on him as he led her to the sink.
They both heard the sharp intake of breath and froze. Ray looked up and saw a cute, young, raven-haired flight attendant standing by the door.
“OMG, that was incredible!” she said breathlessly. “I wish someone would fuck me like that!”
Ray left Ella Mae leaning on the sink and walked to the door. As he approached the flight attendant, he saw that her eyes were riveted on his crotch, where his softening manhood still made a somewhat of a bulge in his pants.
“Now is not a good time,” he said, stopping and speaking into her ear in a low tone. “But give me a call and I’ll be happy to give you demonstration.”
He drew one of his cards from his wallet. She automatically put her hand out to take it, but Ray evaded her. He undid the top button of her blouse and slid his card into her bra, feeling her firm breast as he did so. Then he left the ladies’ room and went to the men’s to clean up.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text just before he boarded his flight.
“Hi, I’m Kayleigh Walsh,” he read. “We just met in the ladies’ room. Look forward to seeing you!”
There was an attached picture of her in her flight attendant’s uniform, looking rather pretty. Her Irish heritage was reflected in her dark hair and peaches-and-cream complexion.
Ray signed the deal just before lunch and saw his team of counterparties out of his office suite. He walked them to the elevator and waited till the doors slid closed. Then he exhaled a long breath of relief.
It had been a hard-fought negotiation, but he had prevailed in the end. The acquisition added over a billion dollars of sales and $100 million of annual profits to the Reinhardt Group where he served as CEO. His cell phone rang as he ambled back to his office, and he looked at the screen. It was Roland St. Pierre, the chairman of the Reinhardt Group, and his father-in-law. He swiped the screen to answer the call.
“Did they sign?” enquired Roland.
“Yes,” said Ray.
“It took you long enough. Three weeks.”
“It was a tough deal to negotiate. They wanted to retain some control so they would get to keep some of the profit stream. But I managed to talk them out of it and get 100% control. It added another $10 million to the price, but it was worth it. It’s all ours now.”
“Did you authorize the bonuses?”
“Yes. All of my staff will get 100k each. I authorized 150k for Romi. She worked with me day and night.”
“You probably fucked her every night, Ray. That’s a lot of money to pay for sex.”
“What Romi and I do is none of your business. It is between her and me and my wife.”
“I really don’t know why my daughter puts up with all your philandering, Manning.” Roland paused. “She may accept you and your ways, but I don’t. I'm just waiting and watching. You've amassed a large pool of enemies. And the day one of them kills you will be the happiest day of my life.”
“I know,” said Ray.
“I don’t care what you pay your staff. I’ll have the accountants make sure that you don’t get anything. Not a penny, Ray, exactly like it says in your contract.”
“Yes,” said Ray, thinking ruefully of the sixteen- to eighteen-hour days he had put in over the last three weeks. “Not a penny.”
You bastard, he thought. I just made the Reinhardt Group a $100 million.
He took the rest of the day off. He went to his country club and played a round of golf. Afterward, he had a drink at the bar and distracted himself by talking to the barman. Ray was not one to mope or brood, especially about things he could not change. By the time the sun began to set, he put the deal in a compartment of his mind and shut it. He pulled up the picture of Kayleigh Walsh, the attractive airline flight attendant.
He texted her. “You in town? Still interested in getting together?”
Almost immediately his phone buzzed with a response.
“Flew in yesterday. But my fiancé’s coming over to my hotel room tonight. ”
“Blow him off,” Ray texted back.
“Wish I could. But he’s flying in just to see me. Here’s something to keep you interested.”
There was an attached picture of Kayleigh with her uniform jacket wide open, her blouse unbuttoned down to the waist, and the cups of her lacy black bra pulled down. She had a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage around his business card.
“Say you have to work,” Ray texted back immediately.
There was a long pause without a response. Ray thought she was not going to respond and almost ordered another drink when his phone buzzed again.
“OK. But I’ll need something official.”
Ray called Romi and had her send Kayleigh an email on the official letterhead asking her to attend an evening interview and assessment session for a cabin crew supervisory position. Then he called Simon and sent him to the downtown Marriott with his limo.
“Check your email – the position is real, I’ll get you a promotion,” Ray texted Kayleigh. “My limo will pick you up in thirty mins.”
Within the hour, Kayleigh was with him and he took her to the exclusive country club dining room for dinner.
While they were dining, Kayleigh’s fiancé Tripp called and said he was at the Marriott and asked when she would be back.
“I’m working, darling,” she said, brushing back her dark tresses and smiling at Ray. She took the phone off her ear and put it on speaker.
“But you are always working,” Tripp’s tone was plaintive.
“Yes, I have a demanding job. As do you. So you must understand. This is very important for me.”
“When will you be back? Will we have dinner together?” A note of pleading entered Tripp’s voice.
“No, I’m having dinner at my assessment session,” said Kayleigh. “And don’t wait up for me, I may be very late – there are a lot of things to go over here.”
Tripp muttered something unintelligible but both Kayleigh and Ray knew it was something disparaging about women working. She cut the line and smiled at Ray uncertainly.
“I am sure you will keep me very busy,” she said. “But I have to go back to the Marriott later tonight. Tripp wants to marry me.”
“Then you must definitely marry him,” Ray nodded as he reached for her thigh under the table.
They went to the Hilton in Ray’s limo. Simon drove steadily, unaffected by the scene in his rear-view as Ray’s hands and mouth roamed everywhere over Kayleigh’s body, doing everything he could while leaving her clothes on. In the elevator on the way up to his suite, Ray tore her clothes off.
He carried her from the elevator to his suite in just her bra, panties, and stockings. With her semi-nakedness, the uniform scarf knotted around her throat was incongruous and she clutched the rest of her clothes in her hands. They passed a young couple in the corridor and the pair stared at them open-mouthed.
With practiced ease, Ray managed to brush the girl as they passed, running his forearm over her thin chiffon top and getting a quick feel of her nipple through her bra. The girl let out a sudden exhalation, drawing the attention of her boyfriend, but by then Ray and Kayleigh had already passed.
The thought of Tripp waiting at the Marriott gave an added edge to Kayleigh’s excitement. With Tripp, she was a slow burner and it took a long while for him to heat her up. But tonight she was already wet by the time she was laid down on the bed. Ray stripped her wet panties off and only rubbed her nether lips briefly before she panted, “Please hurry, I want you inside me. Now!”
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