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The Conference Room

A man walks into a meeting only to find treasure hiding in plain sight.
The 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 some new hardware, thought maybe you might be interested. Figured you could use an upgrade from that piece of shit tech you’ve been making your boys work with. Katie emails me constantly, telling me how all the equipment is complete shit.”

“I’ll make sure to have a talk with her about discussing how you have a small dick on company time.”

That comment earns me a couple four letter words before Luke tells me to kiss his ass and he’d see me in a couple days.

It’s been a few days since my phone call with Luke and I’m sitting in my office at Trident and Dagger Security. I’m Drake Owens, the eldest 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 I started Trident and Dagger Security. We’ve been in business for a couple of years now, getting some big government contracts under our belts along with a great reputation in the private sector.
 
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's name 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 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 a 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 I can see something else beneath the surface. Our eyes meet 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 assessing 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 ass 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 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 companies charge me triple for the merchandise. Luke never directly sold 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 with a tablet in her hands. She seems in deep concentration. Growing curious, 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 satisfy my curiosity with this young woman. 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 simple O ring on the front. She kneels before me, splitting her legs as far as she can stretch, arching her back and 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 nipples.

“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 cock. She blushes, realizing that I caught her looking. She stammers a minute as her arms and legs cross in front of her, clearly wanting 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 fuck 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 your cheap ass 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 see 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 as I walk 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 cock 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 fucking 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 ass rubs against my cock as I lift her chin. She lets out another sigh as my fingers close softly around her throat. I don’t squeeze, just let my hand hold her in place.

“I’m not going to fuck 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 had. Now open your pants for me.”

She fumbles a minute, her nervous fingers unable to work the simple button.

“Now reach in, touch your soft cunt. 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 cunt through the lace, tell me how wet you are.”

“My panties are so damp, Mr. Owens, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The smell of her cunt is intoxicating as I fight not take her right here. She softly whimpers as the lace rubs against her young cunt. My cock is straining to be free as she grinds her ass against me. I can only imagine how beautiful it would look to see her ass crimson with my hand prints, but that will have to wait for another day. I unbutton her blouse, a black lace bra struggles to hold her sizable breasts. I fold the cups down, releasing her breasts as I palm them, giving them a hard squeeze. She gasps as I pinch her nipples, causing her to stop rubbing her cunt.

“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 clit.”

She starts to rub her clit frantically. I know she is close, but I want to draw this out. I give her breast another hard slap, covering her mouth with my other hand as I hear 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 can’t cum without permission. 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 nipple 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 clit. I want you to focus on everything around you the feel of my breath against your neck, the strength of my hands holding you against me, the hardness of my cock at your back.”

“Yes, Mr. Owens.”

I move my arm around her waist holding her against me as I enjoy the sight of her playing with her sweet cunt. I whisper into her ears decadent images, causing her to moan and sigh as she gets closer and closer. She keeps her rhythm steady as she climbs, her orgasm a mere breath away.

“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 clit 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, but I will have her again. I am far from done with Ms. Rivera. I pinch her nipple making her whimper and plead against me.

“Cum for me now, 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 slake my hunger, her passion filling me as she continues to ride out her orgasm. What seems like an eternity passes before I finally release her lips, feeling her still as she molds herself into me, grabbing a hold of my arm around her waist. My cock is raging with desire, but I will have to wait. This is too 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 into 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 I 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 as 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 return about five minute later with 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 aglow 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 shit, 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 ass, 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 was working on her tablet again.

“Ms. Rivera, it was a pleasure meeting you and if this guy gives you any shit, give me a call.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Owens, I’ll make sure and call you.”

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