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Hugh was in terrible mood. He had been in meetings all week with Asian East Financial. They were planning a stock merger that focused on the importing and exporting of soybeans. Even though it was field stock, not speculative like the projects with which he usually worked, as Chief Liaison Officer for mergers and acquisitions, Hugh was responsible for spearheading the deal and working out the details. Before Christmas, he had spent a solid month in Tokyo at AEF’s Soft Sales Division defining goals and targeting issues with Yoshi Toriyama and his procurement staff. That had been seven months ago and today, they had finally signed all the contracts. It had been a long complicated process. It always was with international deals, but this one had been particularly difficult since it involved risk management for a product unfamiliar to Hugh. He pulled his Beemer into Leather and Lace. It was a little past six. He really should have gone straight home. Eloise was having one of her infamous July 4th parties and they were expecting a large crowd. He dreaded it. It was part of the reason he was in such a crappy place. He didn’t feel like dealing with his wife’s artsy fartsy friends, listening to them talk about Sean Penn’s artistic integrity or what makes crème boule classic and what doesn’t. Still, Eloise had put forth a lot of effort and money, HIS money, but he deserved a few shots of Buffalo Trace and if he was lucky, Holly Go would be dancing and he’d find some release in one of her sexy lap dances. She was worth the fifty she commanded. If she would let him suck her breasts, which she sometimes did when the bouncers weren’t looking, he’d tip her another fifty. The dark room of Leather and Lace was smoky and inviting. It matched his mood. “What’ll it be Hugh?” asked Shotgun, the bartender. “You want your usual?” “Yeah, make it a double, will ya?” said Hugh. “Is Holly working?” “No, they’ve got a new girl, a real hottie. You might cum just looking at her body. You’ll definitely get a woody.” “That good, huh?” “Unbelievable! The rumor is she’s a CWAD.” “What the fuck’s a CWAD?” “You know, a chick with a dick.” “Fuck. Are you serious? This place going homo?” “No fucking way Man. She considers herself a chick and looking at her gorgeous tits you won’t be thinking otherwise. I’d fuck her if I had the chance, but she won’t even look at me. She likes ‘em rich, a hell of lot richer than me.” “How do you fuck a chick with a dick?” Hugh took a big swig of his drink. The bourbon felt like liquid steam going down his throat. “Up the ass Hugh! Something my girlfriend sure as fuck won’t do. Been begging her for months.” “Not many women will do that. My wife let me once, but she said it hurt like a motherfucker and she wouldn’t ever do it again. She made me stop before I came. I’m not a fag or anything, but I loved how tight it felt on my cock. Nothing turns me on more than a woman’s beautiful ass.” The conversation segued into boy talk, dirty sex talk, what they had done, what they wanted to do, what they would do if they weren’t stymied by uptight frigid wives and girlfriends. For a brief moment, Leather and Lace was transformed into a high school locker room after football practice. “That’s her,” said Shotgun drying a beer mug. Hugh didn’t hear him. “Hugh, look. |
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very good
