The Conference RoomA Story by Bishop CainThe crowd is bustling at Gino’s
steak shop here in Philadelphia. Everyone in Philly knows this is the place to
go if you want a cheese steak. I mean sure, yeah you could go across the street
to the so called “original “Pat’s. But who really wants to deal with that kind
of ego. I grab a bench outside as I sit
down to enjoy a true legend. I’m just getting ready to take my first bite when
my phone rings. I scowl as I check to see who is calling. . “This better be good Luke, you are interrupting my meal,
which just happens to be a Gino’s cheesesteak. I’ve hurt people for less bro.” My greeting earns me a chuckle from Luke followed by “yeah
where’s mine”. “Well I’m going to give yours to my dog when I get home.” Our banter goes back
and forth for a while before he finally tells me why he called in the first
place. “Listen I’ve got a line on some new hardware, thought maybe
you might be interested. Figure you could use an upgrade from that piece of
s**t tech you’ve been making your boys work with. Katie emails me constantly,
telling me how all the equipment is complete s**t.” “I’ll make sure to
have a talk with her about discussing how you have a small dick on company
time.” That commit earns me a couple four letter words before Luke
tells me to kiss his a*s, and he’d see me in a couple days. It’s been few days since my phone
call with Luke. I’m sitting in my office at Trident and Dagger Security. My
name is, Drake Owens, the oldest of three. My father always wanted me to be the
next big shot lawyer for his law firm in New York, but I joined the Army
instead. The fallout wasn’t pretty but eventually he came around. I served for
ten years in an elite unit called Delta Force. We’re not as well-known, we save
all the fame and glory for the Seals. When I left the Special Forces some
buddies and me started Trident and Dagger Security. We’ve been in business for
a couple years now, getting some big government contracts under our belts. We
even cater the millionaire wimps with way too much money who say they need the
best. But that’s the security business for you. Luke’s full name is, Lucas Cage, he and I grew
up together in New York. He’s pretty much one of the smartest guys I know when
it comes to computers and all things technology. Katie as he mentioned earlier
is, Katheryn Rose, she is the head of the IT and Cyber Division. She is one of
the best hackers I have ever met next to Luke. Luke was Katie’s professor at
M.I.T and they developed a friendship with one another. I think he recognized a
kindred spirit as a fellow internet hell raiser. Katie was Luke’s top recommendation and she’s
been a great asset to the company ever since I hired her. My secretary calls into the office. “Mr. Owens. A Mr. Cage and a Ms. Rivera are here to see you.” “Thank you, can you please show them to the conference room and have Katie join us.” I see
all three of them huddling around in the conference room. The table is already
decorated with electronic devices with blinking lights and an assortment of
cables. Luke and Katie barely seem to notice me as I walk in. They were busy already
looking over what seems to be tablet. I manage to hear something about software
and bytes. Computers have really never been my thing outside of everyday usage.
Ms. Rivera seems to be disengaged from the conversation. She is smiling and
paying attention, handing out specs when asked, but I could tell she wasn’t
really all that interested. She is
a young woman probably only twenty two, but you could tell she knew what she
was talking about. My eyes take in her coal black hair and how her caramel skin
seems to glow in the white blouse she’s wearing. Her beige dress pants
complement her nicely giving her a professional look, but still flattering her
amazing figure. Our eyes meeting as I introduce myself. “Ms. Rivera I presume, I’m Mr. Owens, you can call me
Drake.” She
seems to stammer a minute, her eyes rolling over me. I can tell she is
accessing me, trying to quell some internal conflict. She smiles though shaking
my hand. “Thank you Mr. Owens it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Our greeting seems to catch the
attention of the Katie and Luke, as they finally look up from the tablet. Luke
walks over shaking my hand giving me a smart a*s greeting from which I reply
with my own. I watch as Katie rolls her eyes at us, having heard our banter
before. She didn’t seem all that impressed. However, I notice how Ms. Rivera
seems to be enjoying our back and forth. I walk over thanking Katie for taking
the time to look over the hardware for me. “So Katie did this snake try and slip us a pile of junk?” “He tried but I made him throw it all out and come back with
the good stuff.” “I knew there is a reason I keep you around.” Luke
grumbles a minute about how he’s going to have the company’s charge me triple
for the merchandise. Luke never directly sells the equipment. He is more like
the middle man matching you up with the company that has exactly what you’re
looking for. Luke and Katie go back to discussing a new type of software, some
sort of facial recognition. I spy Ms. Rivera sitting off to the side, a tablet
in her hands. She seems in deep concentration, with growing curiosity, I walk
over to see what has captured her attention. Noticing me, she puts down the
tablet looking a bit reserved as if I make her nervous. “Can I help you with something Mr. Owens?” “I was just curious as to how you know Luke.” “I’m an intern at the College. I’m shadowing Professor Cage,
and hoping to network myself out through the companies he has connections
with.” “Smart idea, Luke has a number of contacts in several
industries.” I
continue to ask her questions about her schooling, trying to quell my
curiosity. With every answer I get, the more I see behind the curtain. I can
see the need that burns in her soul, something she’s probably not even aware
she wants yet. It’s written all over her for those who know how to look. The
devil inside gleams, as my mind starts to drift through my wicked wonderland. I can see her naked before me a thick black
collar around her neck with a simply O ring on the front. She kneels before me splitting her legs as far
as she can stretch arching her back reaching behind to grab her ankles. A
silver chain is looped through the O ring of her collar attaching to the silver
rings piercing her n*****s. “Mr. Owens you OK?” “Yes my dear, I’m sorry, I got lost in a dream.” I see
her eyes drift down checking the strain of my slacks against my c**k. She blushes
realizing that I caught her looking. She stammers a minute as her arms and legs
cross in front of her. Clearly she wants some kind of shielding from her
embarrassment. We continue our conversation, but my mind is elsewhere. As I try
to decide the best course of action. I can f**k her right here in this
conference room, and although the idea is appealing, I have something else in
mind. “Drake, Katie and I are going to grab a cup of coffee since you’re
cheap a*s never has good coffee in this place. Then we’ll wrap things up here.” “That’s fine I’ll keep Ms. Rivera company while you two have
your quickie in a closet somewhere.” Luke
gives me the middle finger salute as they walk out the door. I watch Ms. Rivera
walk to the other side of the conference room holding some sort of tension in
her shoulders. I drape my jacket across a chair. As I undo the cuff links on my
shirt. I roll up my sleeves, walking over to Ms. Rivera. “So did you like what you were staring at?” My comment takes her back. Clearly she is not used to
someone being so frank with her. “I don’t know what you’re referring to Mr. Owens.” “I’m talking about when you were staring at my c**k a minute
ago. Did you like what you saw?” She turns about three shades of red as she tries to come up
with an answer. Her arms cross in front of her chest trying to shield herself. “You don’t have to be ashamed Ms. Rivera it’s perfectly OK.” “I didn’t really see much, I’m sorry Mr. Owens, I didn’t
mean to stare.” I move closer to her letting my fingertips trace along her
arm. “You want to know what I was dreaming about.” She is
staring off into nothingness clearly trying to wrestle with the situation. My
eyes take her in reading the subtle signals. So much of this is a delicate
dance, knowing when and how to move. But like every good dance, a strong
partner makes all the difference. I know where she wants to go. I can see it
written all over her body. My palm caresses her cheek making her melt into my
hand. I can hear her give a soft purr as she rubs against my hand. “I was dreaming about f*****g you right here in this
conference room.” She shutters a quick breath looking me straight in the eye.
I can see the emeralds of her eyes darken as she gives a quiet whisper. “Please.” I can’t
keep the smile from crossing my face. I keep my palm against her cheek spinning
her into my body. Her body molds itself to mine, my hand lifting her chin to me.
She lets out another sigh as my finger close softly around her throat. I don’t
squeeze just let my hand hold her in place. “I’m not going to f**k you today. We don’t have time for
that, but I am going to give you an earth shattering orgasm like none you have
ever felt. Now open your pants for me.” She fumbles a minute her nervous fingers unable to work the
simply button. “Now reach in touch your soft c**t, I bet its dripping
already. Are you wearing panties? I bet you’re a truly naughty girl not wearing
any panties for me.” “I’m sorry Mr. Owens; I’m wearing a black lace thong. I can
take it off.” “No. keep it on, rub your c**t through the lace, tell me how
wet you are.” She merely continues to purr into
my hand. The smell of her c**t is intoxicating as I fight not take her right
here. She softly whimpers as the lace rubs against her young c**t. My c**k is
straining to be free as she grinds her a*s against me. I can only imagine how
beautiful it would look to see her a*s crimson with my marks, but that will
have to wait for another day. I unbutton her blouse a black lace bra struggles
to hold her sizeable breasts. I fold the cups down releasing her breasts as I
palm them giving them a hard squeeze. She gasps as I pinch her n*****s causing
her to stop rubbing her c**t. “Did I tell you to stop?” I reach across slapping her breast. “You don’t stop till I tell you. Now you’re going to have to
wait longer before I let you cum. Now reach inside those panties play with your
c**t.” She
starts to rub her c**t frantically, spiraling herself out of control. I give
her breast another hard slap covering her mouth with my other hand. I can feel
the beginnings of a scream form in her throat. I quickly pull her hand out of
her pants halting her orgasm. I growl in her ear my arms flexing holding her in
place. “I said you must have my permission to cum. Do you
understand?” Lost in a haze she doesn’t respond.
Her breathing is labored as her breasts rise and fall, the need to cum racking
her body. I squeeze her n****e hard bringing her out of her daze. “Do you understand Ms. Rivera?” “Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes Mr. Owens, I will not cum without your permission.” “Good now slowly tease your c**t. I want you to focus on
everything around you. Feel my breath against your neck, the strength of my
hands, and the hardness of my c**k at your back.” “Yes Mr. Owens.” I move my arm around her waist as I
enjoy the sight of her playing with her sweet c**t. I whisper into her ear
decadent imagines, causing her to moan and sigh as she gets closer and closer.
She keeps her rhythm steady as she loses herself to my control. “You close Ms. Rivera?” “Yes Mr. Owens” “Do think you’ve earn the right to cum for me.” “Yes Mr. Owens please, please let me cum for you.” “Rub your c**t faster let me see just how bad you want it.” “I want to cum so bad Mr. Owens, I need to cum for you,
please let me cum.” I hold her at that edge I know with
one simple phrase from me she will spiral out of control. Sensing that our time
is running out, I decide to end this before all my control is shattered. I will
have her again, I am far from done with Ms. Rivera. I pinch her n****e making her
whimper and plead against me. “Cum for me Ms. Rivera.” My
mouth captures hers as she screams into me, her orgasm crashing into her. I
hold her up feeling her legs slip as she struggles to remain on her feet. Our
tongues and lips do battle as I try to slack my hunger. Her passion fills me as
she continues to ride out her orgasm. What seems like an eternity passes before
I finally release her lips. I feel her still as she molds herself into me,
grabbing my arm around her waist. My c**k is raging with desire, but I will
have to wait, this is to perfect. Checking
my watch, I see that it has been thirty minutes since Luke and Katie left.
Sending a small prayer up for the good luck, I release Ms. Rivera. She
straightens her clothes, the tension returning now that she has had a minute to
process what just happened. She turns around looking in my eyes searching for
the answers to the questions that now plague her. I pull out one of my business
cards writing my personal cell on the back. “This is my number on the back, call me when you are ready
to jump further down the rabbit hole.” She
takes the card slipping it in her pocket before she throws her arms around my
neck molding her lips to mine. She sucks in a deep breath as our tongues dance
exploring one another. A minute passes before she pulls away the emeralds of
her eyes shining with passion. A thought occurs to me as am drawn into the deep
pools of her eyes. “Ms. Rivera what is your name?” “It’s Jada Mr. Owens” “Jada.” I let the feel of her name float across my lips. My ears
ring with the soft music instilled in that simple name. “Well Jada I look forward to our next encounter, and please
call me Drake.” We take
a seat again at the table making small talk while waiting for Luke and Katie to
return. They get back about five minutes later, no coffee in their hands.
Katie’s hair looks a like a strong wind caught her as she was entering the
building. Luke’s hand is resting on Katie’s lower back her skin a glow as she leans
against him. “So where’s the coffee you two went for?” They
both turn looking at one another trying to come up with a good excuse. They
finally blame it on losing track of time. I know they’re full of s**t, but I’ll
grill Luke about that later. Getting up I grab my jacket off the chair before
heading over to both of them at the door. “Well I’ve got some other business to attend to today. Luke
I’ll see you around I’m sure, let’s make it later rather than sooner.” “Sure jack a*s, you better be careful or one day you’ll walk
into the office with a computer full of gay porn.” “Well please keep your personal porn collection off my
computer thank you.” We shake hands and agree to meet for lunch in a couple days,
something about how I owe him a cheese steak. “Katie, go ahead and
set up an order for whatever you feel we need and file it in an expense
report.” “No problem boss I promise not to get carried away.” I turn back towards Jada sitting in the chair. She is
working on her tablet again. “Ms. Rivera It was a pleasure meeting you, and if this guy
gives you any s**t, give me a call.” “Don’t worry Mr. Owens I’ll make sure and call you.” © 2017 Bishop Cain |
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Added on January 29, 2017 Last Updated on January 29, 2017 AuthorBishop CainLexington, KYAboutHello everyone and welcome to my page. Here you will find a collection off my writing as well my personal thoughts and ideas. I am an amateur author focusing in erotic/romance and mystery/thriller gen.. more..Writing
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