A Little Side Business Pt. 01

On screen the pair were fully coupled. They held still as the film returned again to real time and we watched them slowly grind together in the near dark, vagrant shafts of light leaking through as their flesh parted. Then suddenly, he said NOW! and on screen Charlotte pulled rapidly upward, his cock sliding out of her with some majesty. She rose completely off of him and her hand reached and gripped him down in his curlies, his testicles swollen and tight. Her juicy thighs swung out of the tight frame and for a moment we were blinded by the light. She said, Come for me, Baby.

Slow motion, again. The first burst of his semen erupted from his cock into the light as her mouth came down into the frame. He splashed on her lips, the light peach fuzz there catching drops. She continued down, mouth in a great "O", teeth sheathed as a second spurt shot out, this time into her throat. As her mouth engulfed his crown a third burst filled it, spilling down, splattering on her hand, his thighs, lens flare pinwheeling. She sucked his pumping cock in and stroked her fist, pulling all he could make from his balls. There was no mistaking the director's intention to parallel the lips of Charlotte's vagina and mouth. Both had been swollen, red and slippery, both stretched around the thick black shaft, both smeared with juices and dripping, both smiling. I knew I would never look at Charlotte's mouth the same way again.

Good God, the thing was almost over and I was shaking with desire like I hadn't in years. And I was supposed to seal a business deal. A weird business deal. I couldn't think straight, honestly.

The music and the sex reached their denouement on screen. Unfocused, hands pulled, lips were tongued, sighs and giggles were exchanged. The screen faded to black. The orchestra sighed into silence. No credits rolled.

The fluorescent flickered back on. I squinted but didn't know what to say. I needed a minute to absorb what I'd seen, what it meant, to recalibrate my relationship to my boss. Was she my double-boss now? She'd made herself vulnerable and yet had taken on a new power over me. Well, it was a good product. Really top-notch production values. A single take. Custom soundtrack. I was surprised that a woman had asked for something so graphic, but equally surprised that the act had been made so beautiful by craftsmanship. I wanted to meet the crew. I was going to say yes enthusiastically, of course. To be a part of a ground-breaking team, making beautiful things reminded me of my highest aspirations from my building days.

Charlotte was holding out her hand across the desk, looking flushed. "Can I welcome you on board, Frank?"

"Yes." was all I could say. I shook her hand. Ours were both a little sweaty. I could hardly look in her eyes, knowing that she knew that I was aroused by her on-screen self, knowing I was way too old for her to consider sexually. She looked pleased, and a little devious just then. Was she pranking a dirty, old man? I turned for the door, feeling especially awkward, forgetting I didn't have any idea what really came next, thinking a quick visit to the men's room might be best.

My phone chirped a text alert. It was a link to Google Maps. Charlotte said, "You get off at seven tonight, right? Meet me at that address at eight. Now get back out there. We've got eleven in the queue. It's a hot floor."