Taking One For the Team: Part Eight
I woke up suddenly, jerking off my place on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece together what had happened together. I was at Samantha’s. I got off the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha’s house.
He started coming to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I volunteered to help Samantha pull some of her old furniture out of the front of her lawn. The church was going to send someone to pick it up. Samantha had bought all the new furniture. I nodded as I remembered carrying all the furniture through the door.
We waited for the donation truck, and I helped them load everything. We came back inside and started drinking. Is that why I fainted? If so, why was I naked? No, we started kissing, she gave me one of her bra breasts fucking here on the couch. I loved her. Samantha’s breasts were huge, bigger than huge. They still surprised me every time I saw them.
That’s when she pulled me to the ground and got over it. I shook my head every time Samantha overcame me. It scared me. I felt like she was going to rip my dick off. That’s when I tried to stop it.
“She did it again,” I said, recalling what happened.
I had tried to stop her, and she grabbed my head and pushed it between her breasts. She made me a blackout again.
“You’re in place,” Says Samantha, with a towel wrapped around her. She had come from above, and she looked like she was coming out of the shower. Her red hair was wet as she pressed a towel at her. A large towel was wrapped around her.
“You have done it again,” I said, shaking my head.
“Don’t shake your head like that,” Samantha smiles. “I told you I wouldn’t do it again, and you told me…”
“I know,” nodded. There was a part of me that liked that one of my friends with benefits could literally face me fucking me with her breasts.
“How long have I been out for?” I asked.
“Thirty-four minutes,” said Samantha, looking at the clock.
Better than the last two times. The first time was almost three hours, the time after that was just over an hour.
“Would you like to see him?” Samantha said she was holding the remote control.
“Did you film it?” I asked.
“I wanted to show you what it looks like,” Samantha says, reuniting next to me.
She pressed a few buttons, and he showed us both drinking and talking on the couch. She accelerated to the point when she got down on her knees in front of me.
“Wow!” I said looking at Samantha’s huge. Even from the back, they looked huge. I could see her red hair and the back of her body, but on the sides was her big tits bouncing up and down on my dick.
Samantha had told me that she stopped measuring after graduating from university. At that time, she was a P cup. When she said that, I almost fainted. A fucking P, I didn’t even know they had bras of this size. Samantha laughed and said she was sure they had grown up a bit since then, as she had gained some weight since college.
On the screen, she had stopped fucking me and removed her bra. I lay down on the floor while she was riding me. I had seen her face many times as she rode my dick, but not from that angle. I used to look at her, not on her side. She really liked to ride my dick.
“Damn,” I said, shaking my head. “If only it didn’t feel like you were tearing my dick and making me happy at the same time.”
Samantha could give some of these pornstars a lesson on how to ride a dick. Her hands were on her hips or in her hair as she bounced up and down, only using her thighs and legs to bounce. His feet were on the floor on either side of me.
Not like many others who sat and rocked back and forth. Samantha could really go upstairs. That’s when she put her hands on my chest and started to go faster. “That’s it,” smiles Samantha.
Of course, as I tried to prevent her from bouncing, Samantha fell forward, pushing my head between her chest. Then she slowly pushed one breast than the other around my head, then locked it in place with her arms.
Holy, Holy! I said Samantha paused it. He was there, my head was completely between his chest. All I could see was the top of my head and the parts of my back. “You’ve swallowed my head!” I said with a smile.
“That’s not all,” Samantha said, putting pressure on the game.
Samantha kept riding me with her head locked in her cleavage.
“Was I still hard?” I asked.
“Like a rock!” Samantha said.
On the screen, Samantha fucked me until I arrived. When she let go of her arms, I immediately fell unconscious backwards.
“Damn,” I said, turning it off as Samantha extinguished it. Seems even sexier than I thought, I say.
I knew that most men said it was scary or that they were too big. But for me, it was sexy. I immediately started looking at her sitting next to me.
I said, “What?” Samantha teased with a smile.
“You know what,” I said, digging a finger between the towel and his chest.
“Do you want to see them?” Samantha smiles as she looks at me.
Want to see my absurdly huge? Samantha asked again. “Tits so big that they swallow that big head of yours?”
“I can devour you,” Samantha shook. She freed her hands from the towel I pulled at her.
“Damn,” said I, looking at her huge breasts leaning against her chest and almost descending on her stomach.
“What are you going to do with them?” Samantha said, looking at her chest, then up towards me.
“What do you think I’m going to do?” I asked with a smile.
“Oh,” Samantha said as she lay down on the couch, dropping the towel.
I straddled her chest as I put my hard cock between her breasts. “Say goodbye to her,” Samantha says, pushing back her two breasts.
My dick was completely hidden under big tits. “Fuck my boobs!”
I started kissing Samantha’s big chest as she locked her breasts up by folding her two arms through them. What size did they have to be that even with two arms through them, they still looked huge?
“Harder!” Samantha yelled at me, her red hair lying under her head.
I grabbed the arm of the couch and started kissing her breasts as hard as I could. As if I didn’t them hard enough. Samantha began to match my thrusts by moving her breasts back and forth. “I love being fucked! Fuck my huge boobs, my massive, fucking fucking boobs!
Her dirty speech made my dick beat between her breasts. “You love me talking about your big black dick, fucking my pale white breasts, looking how tall and pale they are!” Samantha said when she looked at me. “I can’t even see the head of your big dick, between them!”
“I’m cumming,” I said, “I pushed my cock forward and hard between her breasts.
“I still can’t see him,” Samantha teased. “I can feel it. I can feel you pulling another big load of between my breasts.
I sat on the couch while Samantha held her breasts together. Already cum was leaking from the bottom of her breasts. She let them go, and they fell, showing a large amount of sperm between them.
“Now you’re going to have to go upstairs and help me take another shower,” Samantha said. “You messy boy!”
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“I can’t wait for this season to be over!” Tiffany screamed as she walked into the office.
The holiday season was the worst for us. With all the online shopping and order shops like crazy and distributors who send us anything and everything, it was non-stop. Our seven bays had trucks, whether they were transporting or connecting. Twice this week we had to wait for our forklifts to get gas or a new battery. They ran back and forth all day and night.
Fortunately this year, with the job boom across the country, we were able to hire good seasonal help for the warehouse. Last year, we had to teach some office staff how to operate a forklift so that regular workers could get a day off.
“Three months,” I smiled. I was glad I wasn’t in his shoes anymore. It was easy for me now to direct traffic from here.
“My feet are killing me,” Tiffany says as she sits down.
“You know you don’t have to go that often,” I say. “He can do it without you,” I said, referring to his replacement.
“I know,” said Tiffany. I knew she was saying it, but she was like me in that she wanted to be pand not just a wall flower.
“So?” he asked. Tiffany told me while looking at me.
“Then, what?” I asked that I looked at the monitor. Another delivery of stupid Christmas canapés was coming. Who bought sofas that had Christmas themes on it?
“You know what,” said Tiffany. “You can either tell me, or I can hear about it on Friday.”
I shook my head. I could not believe that they had started meeting on Friday. Most of the time they talked about work and other things, and other times it was about me.
“The three of you, kill me,” I said, shaking my head.
“Not yet, we haven’t done it yet,” said Tiffany with a smile.
“Okay,” I said, looking at her. “It made me black again,” I admitted.
“Damn,” said Tiffany, shaking her head. “I bet Lauren can do it too.”
It was funny when they talked about each other as if it were a competition.
Lauren had tried to put her legs behind her head two days ago when I had him on the floor of her office. None of them ever said to stop or they didn’t want to hear about each other.
Having three women quite comfortable with the fact that they were fucking and sharing the same guy was something I never thought would happen to me. Satisfying each of them was another job, more like three separate jobs in addition to my regular job.
My regular work was accelerating at a frantic pace. I was asked to apply for a position in one of the newly built warehouses. I didn’t want to do it at first, but thinking about the pay increase and the ability to move on inspired me to put my application for the job.
“Then,” said Tiffany, going around the table. I knew that look on his face. It was the same look she had the first morning after we had sex for the first time. I ended up kissing his face on that table. Tiffany had become addicted to me filling one of her holes with my sperm.
I couldn’t believe I was the first guy she had allowed to enjoy inside her. Before me, she had never left any of them cum inside her. She always gave work to finish a guy or used condoms.
“My throat is very dry,” Tiffany said as she sat on my lap.
“Oh, really?” I asked when I looked at his chest.
As usual, she wore her typical buttoned blouse with a few buttons left undone. I put a finger between the buttons and pulled forward. “See everything you like out there?” Tiffany asked how she looked at me.
“Yes, two things, actually?” I answered, looking at his chest.
“Are you sure?” Tiffany smiled. “They might be too small for you now.”
Tiffany was always joking about the size of her chest compared to Lauren and Samantha’s chest. But she knew I still loved hers.
“Perhaps, I should give you a better look,” Tiffany said as she turned completely around, so her legs straddled my chair while she was facing me.
Slowly, she began to unbutton all the buttons. “Not bad for just DD, right?”
I’ve never known a woman to say only when it came to DD-sized breasts, especially a woman built like Tiffany. C or D cup would be huge on its frame, and DD made them look huge on its athletic frame.
She took off her blouse and sat on my lap with just her bra and skirt.
“They look great!” I said, staring at them.
“They’d be even better off with your dick between them,” Tiffany said.
I shook my head as Tiffany got off my knees. “What do we have here?” She leaned forward as she stood.
“Someone thought of naughty things he wants to do to his innocent assistant,” Tiffany said as she stroked my cock while looking at me.
Innocent, was not a word I would use to describe Tiffany. It was as if a monster button had been pushed by the time I put my cock inside it. There was nothing she wasn’t ready to try. She went ass to mouth the first time we did anal. She even said she wanted to fuck me in public with other people watching.
“I had some ideas,” I smiled.
“I know what I want,” Tiffany says as she climbs onto the desk. She rolled up on her back and put her head on the desk.
“Again,” I said.
Tiffany quickly nodded as she opened her mouth. “Addict!” I laughed as I ad. I lined up my cock with her mouth and pushed her inside. Immediately watching his throat swell as my dick entered. I had to admit that I had enjoyed kissing his mouth.
I started slowly, then slowly I started to go faster, watching the bulge in his throat disappear and reappear.
I started to squeeze and play with her chest as she moaned. A slap on my leg let me know that she wanted to breathe. The saliva came out of his mouth when my dick came out of his mouth. Before he was completely out, she was already pulling it in her mouth. The monster inside her wanted me to use her mouth as a shithole.
I hammered my cock in his mouth, hearing the sounds of his mouth made as I fucked. Again, I pulled it out just before it hit my leg. This time, I slapped his face with my dick. “Would he come back?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Tiffany, praising myself for my dick.
“Say it louder,” I said, clutching his nipple.
“I want your dick back in my mouth,” Tiffany said. “I want to feel that you’re fucking my throat and dressing my bowels with your cum,” says Tiffany with her eyes filled with tears and saliva running down her face. “Fuck my mouth! Right now!
I pushed my dick back into his mouth. When I started kissing him again, the door opened. “Relax,” Lauren says, rusing inside. “It’s just me.”
Lauren acted casualasas as she moved through the room. “Nice!” he said.
“Did I miss a meeting?” I asked that we stopped.
“I didn’t say stop,” Lauren says casually. “I know that when I have your dick in my mouth, the last thing I want you to do is stop.”
“Exactly!” Tiffany said she hit my dick.
I went back to kiss my assistant’s mouth while one of my bosses sat on the edge of the desk, looking at her. “Does my throat swell like that?” Lauren asked as she reached out and grabbed the bulge in Tiffany’s throat.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Really?” he said. Lauren said.
What happened next was unclear. Lauren pushed most of the remaining things out of my office, except for the monitor, and then laid on her back. “Fuck it!”
I took my dick from Tiffany’s mouth and into Laurens. Tiffany sat down and looked at her. “It looks good,” she says, wiping her mouth. I pulled Tiffany back and stabbed my dick in her mouth. In both directions, I went, fucking both their mouths.
! I said I felt ready to cum. What mouth to cum in was my dilemma, which was quickly resolved as Lauren sat down and watched me fuck Tiffany’s throat.
She wrapped her hands around Tiffany’s throat and began to jerk her hand back and forth. “I feel it exciting,” smiles Lauren, flying away from Tiffany’s mouth. Slowly, I took it out. Tiffany let out a slight breath.
“Well,” said Lauren, resaning. “The real reason I came here is to tell you that they approved your application, so you should get a call soon.”
“That was the only reason you came here,” said Tiffany, wiping her mouth.
“Oh, what could be the other reason?” Lauren said.
Both were flirting. They were leaning towards each other, and then the unexpected happened. They kissed.
I thought I wouldn’t see them together, but that’s it. The two leaned closer to each other. Then they started doing, the tongues clashed and teased each other. Then the clothes started to deport.
As I sat in my chair and watched the two of them undress, the intercom chirped. “Is Tiffany up there?” was one of the loading dock members.
“Yes,” I replied. Tiffany looked at me with venom in her eyes.
“We have a situation,” the MP said.
I knew it was too good to be true. We couldn’t be at the busy time of the year and have time for ourselves.
“She’s on her way,” I replied.
Tiffany shook her head. “I hate the holiday season,” she says, picking up her clothes. She quickly got dressed, then looked in the little mirror. “Damn, I have to stop in the bathroom, my makeup is ruined!”
“Sorry,” I shrugged.
“Well, it’s worth it,” said Tiffany on the way out of the room.
“Then there were two,” smiled Lauren.
“Feels like the good old days, huh?” I laughed like it was the two of us in his old office.
“Not quite yet,” said Lauren, sinking her feet of the ordeal. She turned around and slowly lowered herself on my hard cock.
“Got this hard to look at the two of us?” Lauren said she was riding me inverted cowgirl in my chair.
“Yup,” said I, ranting in the corner and sening his breasts.
“You bad boy!” Lauren said she was bouncing off my dick.
“No,” said I, lifting it from me and threading it over the desk. “A bad boy would do that,” I said, tucking my dick into her.
“Bad hole for a bad boy!” Lauren said she was pushing my away.
‘You’re right, ‘ I said I took my cock out of her wet pussy and put it against her ass.
“That’s where a bad boy like you belong,” Lauren says, pushing me back.
My dick crept up his ass. “Fuck, it’s been too long,” Lauren said as she began to bounce off my dick. My has been waiting for a good pounding.
The last time I fucked, Lauren’s ass was in this room. That was more than a month ago. Now I was deep inside her. I grabbed his hair and pulled it back when I fucked his ass. “Fuck it,” said Lauren through the creaked teeth. “Fuck my ass!” “Fuck it hard!”
I slammed my dick in and out of his ass as hard and as fast as I could.
“Fuck, so tight!” I said I could feel his ass squeezing around my dick.
“Fuck my ass, like you did last time,” Lauren begged. “I want to feel all your dick in my ass!”
“Like that?” he asked. I said when I got on the desk. I rode her as she looked up in the air. I slowly lowered my dick up his ass.
I said, “Yes!” Lauren said with her face on my desk. “Yes, fuck my ass, deep and hard!”
I slammed my cock in and out of his ass as hard as I could.
I loved fucking Lauren. She loved the feeling of me using her body for my pleasure. I could tell she liked to know that I was looking at my cock in her ass.
“You love him, don’t you?” Lauren said with her ass in the air, and her twisted body so I could fuck her ass as hard as I wanted. His face lay sideways on the desk. “You like to see your black dick in my white ass!”
“Yes,” Said, “Slowly removing it, and then pushing it back.” “I’m going to fuck you up your ass!”
“No, wait,” said Lauren, looking up from the height. I have a meeting with all the department heads, I can’t have your sperm leaking from my, or I’ll have a lot of explanations to do, Lauren smiles.
“You’d like that,” he said with a laugh.
“Yes, I would,” said Lauren, kneeling before me. “I’d like to keep my job more,” she grabbed my dick and jerked it off by throwing it at her face. “Cleaning it from my face will be a lot easier.”
I came hard to shoot on his face. Lauren smiles as she looks at me. “See so much better!” “Now you have a call to make, and I have a meeting to attend,” she said as she stood up.
She wiped her face with some of the towels I kept in the office. Then she put on her clothes. “See you later,” she waved as she left the office.
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I was still waiting for Jackson. I had called Neil at first, but he had told me that he had nothing to do with my application being made, so I called the district manager, he told me that he had received from Joanna, who was the regional director. She then told me that he was coming directly from Jackson.
“Jackson,” the voice on the phone said.
“Hello,” said I, “i immunized myself, speaking to the person in charge.”
“Hello,” Jackson said.
“You may not remember me,” I said to myself. “My name is Kevin. We met at the…”
“Kevin, of course,” Jackson said. “I saw that you set up for the new deputy manager of the warehouse?”
“Yes sir,” Said I, sitting in my chair.
“Think you’re ready?” Jackson asked. “It’s a new market. Our competitor has held the crown in this market for many years now. This warehouse will be our first step in their backyard.
“Well, we’d better put our best foot forward,” I replied. “Many warehouse managers are used to being dominant in our safety net; most of us new future managers are hungry and ready to …” I stopped as I tried to say my following words carefully.
“Willingness to do what?” Jackson asked.
“Can I be frank?” I answered.
“Of course,” said Jackson.
“We are willing to take risks and circumvent some of the rules that hold some of us back,” I said.
“Like telling their regional boss that they’re building the warehouses wrong?” Jackson asked.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. “If we go to their backyard, we have to intervene in this as we already have, not as we want to take over one day. Or worry about what they’re doing in their stores and what we should be doing to be competitive.
“So you’re not a fan of going into their stores to look around?” Jackson asked.
“No, sir, I don’t care what they do in their warehouses or stores, we can go online and watch the reviews and can say what they’re doing wrong without setting foot in their stores. We should bring them into ours,” I said with a smile.
“I like it,” Jackson said. “Unconventional, but we have to make a big splash, and I think your way of doing it, not saying that others will like it, but I’ll put your name forward.”
“Thank you,” I said.
I felt better about my decision. That would mean a considerable gesture. The new warehouse was going to be on the west coast, a place where the company had no stores or warehouses.
The stores were going to be built soon, and the warehouse was in its finishing stages. Four stores, one warehouse. With four more stores planned in the near future.
Samantha called me to her office. I was hoping it wasn’t for sex, or something like that, I was physically tired. Of course, my mind wanted things to happen, but my body said no
“Relax,” Samantha said as she entered her office. “You’re lucky, I have a district meeting in half an hour, or that look wouldn’t save you.”
Samantha threw an envelope at the table. “Open it up,” she smiles.
“Airplane tickets,” I say, looking at twelve tickets.
“Twelve,” Samantha smiles.
It took me a few minutes to hit me, but there were six managers and six assistants. “We were invited?” I said, excited.
Once a year there was a company party, and only a few were invited to go, it usually depended on sales and results. Samantha nodded it.
I sat down. Our warehouse had never been invited. “Wow,” I said, smiling.
“Better to get your beach clothes ready, we’re heading to Miami!” Samantha said, enthusiastically.
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Derek was sitting to my left when the plane took off. Derek, an accountant, was a talkative man. He could talk so much that he could put someone to sleep directly.
Samantha was sitting to my right, by the window. “Can I get a blanket?” Samantha asked the hostess that the plane levelled. It wasn’t a long flight, but the night was cold.
Our flight was delayed by a few hours, and we were all tired and a little aggravated, especially as the tickets mixed in the envelope. The girls were pulling straws on who was sitting next to me.
“And then…” Derek said he started another conversation with me. I had cleared him, but he kept talking.
“Thank you,” says Samantha, draping the large blanket over her legs and mine.
I tried to get comfortable for the three-hour flight. I felt a hand on my leg as I leaned back. It was Samantha’s. Her hand reached my crotch as she unzipped my jeans.
Looking at her, you’d think she was closing her eyes and lying down. His hand wrapped around my hardening dick.
I smiled as I looked at Derek, who was reading one of his books. Samantha stroked my dick under the blanket. “Meet me in the bathroom,” she whispered.
“Excuse me,” Samantha said as she got up and went to the bathroom.
I had never done anything on a plane before, so this had my cock thrilling to what was going to happen. I gave him a few minutes before I got up and followed.
I didn’t know which one she was using. They both said busy on the lock. “This one,” said one of the flight attendants, pointing to one of them. She had a smile on her face.
I knocked slightly on the door, “Sam?” I whispered.
The door opened quickly, and I walked in, hoping no one noticed. The porn movies happened were not kidding about the size of the small bathrooms. “I have to move fast,” Samantha says, looking at me.
“Well, we know you’ll be too strong if we …” I started saying before
Samantha dropped the front of her blouse. The bra quickly followed.
“Oh,” I said, realizing what she wanted.
Samantha took a seat on the toilet as she leaned back. I took off my pants and straddled his chest.
“Never fucked big boobs on a plane?” Samantha said she sandwiched me with her breasts.
“No,” I said, i began to fuck her big pillow-shaped breasts.
I said, “Okay!” Samantha said, pushing her breasts together tightly.
I started fucking her breasts as fast and as hard as I could. Samantha bounced her to match my intensity. “Cum,” said Samantha, staring at me. She knew how much I loved fucking her big boobs. They were, by far, my favorite. I loved the size they were, how they made my dick disappear between them.
“I know you want to make sperm,” Samantha teases. Don’t hold back, for me!
I nodded quickly as I pulled my cock under her breasts. Samantha opened her mouth as I pushed my cock inside.
“I’m going to go out first,” Samantha says, getting dressed.
I left, but I was pushed back into the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tiffany said she was closing the door behind her.
“I was going back to my seat,” I smiled.
“Oh, you think you could just empty a load and call it a trip?” Tiffany smiles as she give up my back. Tiffany wore a short-checked skirt with a white shirt. She raised her skirt and waved her at me.
How could I be tough already? I thought to myself. I quickly got behind her and pulled her thong to the side. I pushed my dick into it.
“No, ” said Tiffany, reaching behind her and pulling my cock and he aimed for her ass. “That hole,” said Tiffany, looking at me with a smile in the mirror.
I pushed my cock into it, and with a slight moan and a bite from her lower lip, Tiffany let me know I was in the right hole. “Fuck my ass,” Tiffany muttered, trying not to scream. Fuck my ass on a plane full of strangers.”
I plowed my dick, and out of her ass, Tiffany looked me through the mirror. I loved the faces she made. She talked most of her dirty words as we heard the door knocking.
“I’m here, ” I said to the one who hit with my cock balls deep in my assistant’s ass. I was close to Cumming for the second time.
“Don’t do it,” Tiffany says, feeling in the ass of my pulsating cock. She turned and knelt on the floor, grabbed my cock and buried it in her mouth. His nose was touching my pelvis when I came to the bottom of his throat.
“It’s all gone,” said Tiffany, opening her mouth.
This time, I went out first. When I got to my seat, Charlotte was sitting in my seat. “Sorry,” said Samantha. “Charlotte doesn’t like the middle of the plane,” says Samantha.
Bullshit, I thought it was no secret that Charlotte and Derek were having an affair. Both were married, and they had been caught several times in difficult situations.
I was lucky because the seat Charlotte had abandoned was next to Lauren.
“You sly devil!” Lauren said I had sat next to her.
I said, “What?” I asked.
“Here,” said Lauren, holding out her phone.
It was a group text with Samantha and Tiffany. They just told Lauren what we did.
“Guess you want your turn?” I asked.
“Oh no,” Lauren shook her head. “You know very well that I can’t take that anywhere inside or between me, without making a sound.”
“Okay,” I said.
“But,” smiled Lauren. “The moment we get comfortable in our rooms.”
“I’m going to make sure you’re the first,” I smile.
“Well,” said Lauren, squid with her head on my shoulders.
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“Damn!” I said for the second time.
We were not locked in rooms. We were in villas. Villas that were a few steps from the beach and a massive stadium like the building, the company had booked the room for us.
There were a lot of activities inside some of them were racketball, basketball, there was even a pool.
The person who showed us around had said there was a model convention held here a few months ago. That most models had used the villas.
The villas came with everything from a living room, bedroom, large bathroom, and a full kitchen with a standard sized refrigerator and freezer, stove and microwave.
“There’s a meeting at Nine in the morning at the convention center inside the stadium. The starlight lounge is the bedroom. I expect everyone to be there early!” Samantha’s text came as a group text to all of us.
We all sent our usual emoji thumbs up. I lay on the couch after I unpacked. There was a blow to the door. “Damn,” I said, forgetting Lauren.
I wanted to lie down and rest a little, maybe set up my video game console, and play a few games. “I’m coming,” I said, opening the door. “Jackson,” I said, astonishingly.
Jackson walked into my villa. “Well aren’t they?”
“Bigger than my apartment,” I smiled.
“I’m going to go all the way,” Jackson said. “You’re in the race, and I didn’t have to press the issue that hard.”
“Well,” I said, nodding.
“You made a splash in a vast lake,” Jackson said. “Don’t be surprised if you don’t get it. There are some very prominent names still for work. I just wanted you to know that you were still in the running.
Jackson got up as he walked towards the door. “Have fun. If you get the job, it might be a while before you get the chance to relax again.
I sat on my couch. He was right. If I got the job, it could be weeks before I have a day off. I picked up my phone. “Are you coming?” one read, sending the text to Lauren.
“I thought you would never ask,” she replied.
Take one for the team: Part eight