Phone Sex Escape – 12 –

Another part. The writing bug has caught me this week.

“Thomas, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” I said. I was almost to my car when the old man pulled up in his limo. You would think he could drive himself once in a while. The man owns at least fifteen vehicles and has never driven any of them. Each one over one hundred grand, and the paint will wear off before the tires. Pity, but that’s beside the point. What the hell did he want, and why now?

“Get in. We need to speak,” Thomas growled.

Before I could complain, the driver opened the door, waiting for me to listen to my father-in-law. No one denies Thomas Anderson a meeting when he asks. Not if you want to be successful. Without being obvious, a groan escapes my lips, “Alright, Thomas. I do have a meeting for a new intern in an hour.”

Thomas shook his head, knowing the woman was fired after the phone call earlier. Another mess he would need to pay for to keep the young girl quiet. It was the second intern this year, and it is only April. “She better not be pregnant. The last one’s abortion cost me forty grand. Learn to wrap it,” Thomas growled, lifting his drink to his lips. “Why is it you can get all these whores pregnant, but not my daughter? I’ve wondered that for a while now,” he added.

As I reached for the bottle, stopping to pour a drink, I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, your daughter was on birth control. I found that out last week and took them away. She knew when I married her that she was not allowed, but as you know, Haven doesn’t listen for shit.” The first sip of the drink, the driver pulled out of the lot and into traffic. I have no idea what the hell this meeting is about anyway. We discussed all of this earlier when he called. “Thomas, was there something else? I’m having lunch with a client and then an interview. Time is money. Remember, you taught me that, Sir,” I added.

Fifteen minutes later, long enough to ruin my lunch, the driver let me out back in the same play he found me. A double-check of the watch. There was no way I could leave now. Thomas played his hand, but when this was over, I would check-mate that old fucker.

As I walked back into the office, I growled out my order for the deli down the street without looking to the secretary. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it would fill a void.

“Sir,” she called out, running down the hall, “The interview is in the boardroom. She was early.”

“Well, fucking great,” I growl, walking by my office and into the boardroom. The girl was okay. Not attractive in the way I usually prefer them. She has dirty blond hair, a little on the chubby side, and her tits too small. Even a short skirt and low blouse couldn’t help this one, but she might be fun since she ruined my lunch.

A new intern, another piece of ass to train. “Bend over the desk, pull the skirt up, panties down, yadda yadda, you know the routine. By the looks of those knees, this isn’t your first rodeo.” As the young girl did as told, her rapid breathing brought a smile to my lips. With my back to her, I poured a glass of bourbon, waiting. “Here’s how the interview will go. Hold my drink,” I said. Handing the girl the glass, I will admit, she isn’t at all my type, but fuck it. Sometimes shit happens. “Don’t spill the drink. That was a gift from my father-in-law,” I laughed. My hand now on her ass, a slow trail of my fingers down the crack, a single finger parted her quivering lips. “I am sure you’ve heard, I only hire virgins. Just a kink of mine,” I added. As my fingers reached her entrance, a forceful thrust of two fingers inside her cunt, brought a scream from the female’s lips. I pulled back, my fingers covered in blood, “Well fuck, I said I only hire virgins, and well, it looks like you don’t qualify,” I laughed. As I looked back at the girl, I washed my bloody fingers off in the glass. The girl cried out in waves of pain. “You can go now. I’ll have someone be in touch,” sipping the bourbon as I left the boardroom.

I stopped at the front desk, grabbing my lunch, “Give her a reference. She isn’t what I need. Call human resources and have them send another one. Someone, well, better looking,” I said, leaving the secretary sitting there with her mouth open in shock.

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