Life as a New Hire Ch. 08

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Don't get me wrong. Felix was the type of person who got the job done and would never claimed the accolades that he didn't deserve. He wasn't a thief. He was really damn good. He was simply an asshole for constantly pointing out how damn good he was as a means of cowing/enticing people he encountered.

Trent was superficially similar to Felix but different in several important ways. The most important thing to Trent Grant was Trent. Trent seemed to talk endlessly about Trent. If the conversation wandering, he would insert a 'Trent moment' into things to bring the words back to where they belonged - talking about Trent.

The Havenstone women's description of Trent now made sense - he was dull. If you considered that so much of what he bragged about - his lineage dating back to Colonial America, his long family history in politics and business, and the collegiate successes of both him and his ancestors - made no impression on them; basically Trent might as well have been babbling in Martian.

Their bloodlines traced back 3000 years. 300 was nothing to them. If you had something they truly wanted, they killed you and took it from you - they were a cult of psychopaths after all. Colleges? They had built up a global powerhouse without the help of any male-founded institutions of higher learning, thank you very much.

Trent could be civil, polite and congenial when he made the effort. He had punched in all the proper markers for a posh college career. Fraternity president, winning Captain of the local intermural basketball team and Dean's List. He even had a bookend - Brooke Lee of Virginia and Vassar girl.

She was darkly tanned, shoulder-blade length silky black hair, and luminescent green eyes. Her curves were in all the right places and her smile must have cost her parents a fortune to be that white and perfect. By the familiar way she hung on Trent, he had lied to Havenstone - BAD, bad move, Trent. The look she gave me implied that Trent shouldn't trust me around her, or her around me.

It wasn't that buddies couldn't trust me around their girlfriends...actually buddies couldn't trust me with their girlfriends. I was of low moral character and perpetually horny with a glib tongue and a sexual charisma that was a threat to nuns, Christian cheerleaders and grandmothers alike. Brooke knew this to be true. Trent would have if I hadn't been so 'beneath' him and Brooke.

Brooke had brought some friends - all Vassar girls. The two who wanted to be there glommed onto Felix and Brian. The third girl basically knew she was 'settling' for me. I didn't belong to their exclusive social club. My three 'new hire' pals sealed the deal (screwed me over) by informing the girls that I was with Executive Services - the gophers.

I saw some sympathetic eyes from the first three ladies to my 'date'. Libra Chalmers attempted to make the best of it.

"Do you like your job?" she gave a weak grin. I sighed.

"I wish the President and CEO didn't know me on a first name basis...or her daughter and granddaughter," I shrugged. "Most of the Board of the Directors are nice enough."

Blink.

"Did you bring them their laundry?" Felix chuckled.

"That and other stuff," I grinned right back. "Mostly its drudgery with the occasional bizarre request covered by corporate confidentiality."

"Like what color shoes to wear?" Trent snorted. My face became deathly calm.

"No Trent," I stared at him, "things that I cannot talk about. Do you seriously think Executive Services has long term employees picking up birthday presents and detailing cars?"

"But you are a 'nobody'," Brain blurted out. I was sure that how he really felt.

"Where did you go to school?" Libra inquired.

"You've probably never heard of it. Bolingbrook in New Hampshire," I smiled. I was proud of my school. I even showed her my class ring.

"Holy Cow!" Libra laughed. "I'm from Bolingbrook."

"Chalmers...as in Marla Chalmers of the 'Seldom Read' bookstore?" I chuckled.

"That's my little sister," Libra nodded. Whoops, I'd nailed Marla and how. Took her virginity.

"Hold on," she grinned as she pulled out her phone. "What's your name again?"

"Cáel Nyilas," I answered. I was too insulted she hadn't remembered it the first time.

Five rings later,

"Marla, it is Libra and I'm with an old friend of yours - Cáel Nyilas," she winked at me. There was a long pause. Libra put the phone on speaker for the group's amusement.

"Well, how is he?" Marla asked.

"He's on crutches," Libra answered.

"Well, you can bet a girl did it to him," Marla sounded a bit pissed. Not good.

"I was shot with an arrow by a woman who I actually hadn't slept with," I confessed.

"Cáel?" Marla yelped. "Oh my God, is that really you?"

"Sure is," I tried to remain upbeat.

"Damn Sis, does he still look hot?" Marla inquired.

"Very much so," Libra smirked my way.

"Cáel...I still miss you," Marla sighed. "Even after that...thing." That thing was her finding me in bed with her aunt...and me not being her uncle.

"Yeah," I groaned, "I really screwed that up. I can't apologize enough for what I put you through." Brian and all the women at the table were attentive and curious.

"Well, I should have figured you didn't get all that sexual prowess from the internet," Marla mused. "So, are you seeing someone now? Let me rephrase, how many women are you seeing at the moment?"

I was busted. I was also looking down the barrel of 'make-up sex'.

"At present it is a waitress, an heiress, two teachers, a CPA, a security operative and a policewoman, but I'm not having sex with the last two," I related. They thought I was lying.

"That sounds about right," Marla laughed loudly.

"You had sex with this guy?" Libra gasped. The whole 'my little sister must still be a virgin' thing.

"Oh yeah," Marla exulted. "He took all three of my virginities. It was one hell of a great summer. Even after I nearly killed him, I still missed his loving."

I was a deviant pervert. I could see it on their faces.

"I miss you to, Marla," I told her.

"Really...what do I like?" Marla teased.

"Inside of the triceps; little kisses," I immediately responded. Those kisses drove her nuts. There was a long pause.

"I miss you, Cáel," Marla moaned.

"He's on a date with me right now," Libra interrupted. "Talk to you later, Marla." The connection went dead. "You took my little sister's virginity?" she got heated.

"Apparently she gave it all up to Cáel," Felix chuckled. Idiot.

"You really took Marla's virginity?" Brooke jumped in. "Where?"

"Lake Carrie - freaking cold water. Marla loves the place so I took her to a location she'd feel comfortable in," I explained.

"Did it occur to you that she might want her first time to be with someone who was important to her?" Brian prodded.

"Brian, it's a hymen, not the Ark of the Covenant," I smirked. "Wanting a girl to be a virgin is more a matter of a guy's fears of penile inadequacy than a woman's promiscuity. Certainly if I was a woman I'd want the guy to know what he's doing as opposed to fumbling around until the mood died." That brought some chuckles from the girls.

"Let's get a bite to eat," Trent broke the tension. Libra had no trouble sticking close to my side as we left. We ended up sharing a taxi with Trent and Brooke. We learned what a fantastic job Trent was doing at Havenstone. From his version of events, the company would have been teetering on the brink if not for his historic efforts.

"What about you?" Brooke shot me a look. Yep, I was going to have sex with her. No doubt.

"Apparently I sunk the Maldives Islands yesterday. Friday I caused Umpa Lumpas to spontaneously combust all over the chocolate factory, so I consider Monday to be an improvement in the fewer fatalities I caused," I stated straight-faced.

Trent didn't understand my job place revelry. The girls cracked up laughing.

"Honestly, I get abysmal work reviews for no reason I can understand. I don't respond to instructions, am rarely locatable and never, ever answer my phone," I frowned. "Trent gets away with it, so why shouldn't I?" More laughter and Trent was being pissy.

"Ms. Shore thinks I will make a Lead Investigator in two years," Trent bragged.

"Olympia is a smart cookie," I nodded. "You may end up globe-trotting with a bevy of young ladies most of the year."

"Who is Olympia?" Libra questioned.

"Olympia Shore," I beat Trent to the answer. "Everyone at Havenstone is on a first name basis and very friendly. I mean, as the only five guys in the entire corporation, it's different than what I expected."

"Trent, do you work with many attractive women?" Brooke inquired lethally.

The lesson being: don't screw with me without a game plan. Making me look bad as a causal thing in front of women isn't wise. The restaurant was nice, but Katrina's place had been nicer. I ordered, talked, flirted with Libra openly (and Brooke covertly). Libra and I were working on a hook-up when a chilly voice killed the ambiance.

"Cáel Nyilas, come with me," the female voice droned. Why did the other guys flinch? She was one of those stone-cold bitches from the Security Detail. On Saturday, they had manhandled the other as if they were nothing. Since the SD were most likely all full-blooded Amazons, they were correct in that assessment.

"I don't know your name and what is this about?" I turned and asked the Arabic swimsuit model.

"Aisha and you need to check in with Medical," she stated. At least she wasn't too rude.

"Thanks for the drinks and dinner, guys," I staggered up. "Libra, it was very nice to meet you." I put a few twenties on the table, grabbed up my crutches and followed Aisha out.

She was double parked. Aisha went around to the driver side, got in and waited. It wasn't like she'd missed the crutches. I stumped out to the car and rapped on the door.

"A little help here?" I requested. She looked my way, returned to looking forward and did nothing. I had obeyed. I had been nice. This was simply punishing me for having a dick.

I hobbled back to the street and headed across town under my own power. Three blocks away, she put the car in my path. She stepped out of the driver's side, clearly unhappy.

"Get in," she commanded.

"Are you going to help me?" I countered. She glared at me. "You are in the cross walk."

She didn't respond, so I hobbled down the street. I didn't try to get past her. I was going to cross at the next street. She didn't reappear so I painfully dragged my sorry ass over to the first taxi I could find and was dropped off at Havenstone twenty minutes later. She was waiting for me at Reception.

"Come with me," she snapped as she grabbed my arm.

"Let go of me," I yelled. "You failed at your job. Hell if I'm going to cover for you."

"I didn't fail," she pointed out. "You are here."

"Without any help from you," I stated.

She dragged me to the elevator and up to Medical we went. Aisha pushed me into a medical bay then left. A medical type - who was a physician or a physician's assistant wasn't clear - appeared, my pants went down and she got to work. There is nothing like grabbing your own calf and pulling it up to your chest while a doctor examines your wound.

"Hot date," she caught me off guard.

"I was working on it," I grunted as she swabbed the wound. She looked around my thigh and into my eyes.

"When was the last time you had sex?" she intruded.

"Uh...six-ten - this evening," I answered.

"This was before your date?" she was puzzled.

"Well, when I met girl #1, I didn't know girl #2 existed," I explained.

"Wait, you met one girl randomly at six and had sex with her then were aiming for a second girl," she blinked. "It isn't even 8:30 yet."

"How is this any of your business?" I grumbled.

"Do you want me probing your wound with a cotton swab, or with a steel scraper?" she threatened.

"Yes. I went out for drinks, met the first lady, we hit it off and we went to the ladies room and had sex - a trifecta if you are curious - and parted on good terms," I said.

"When I got back to my buddies' table, they had several other women, one who was my assigned dinner date. It turns out I had sex with her sister a few years back," I sighed. "We were hitting it off when Aisha showed up with the personality of a marble slab and made me walk back here."

"Really?"

"Okay, she wouldn't help me get in the car, so I stomped off like a spoiled child for a few blocks then took a taxi the rest of the way," I grinned. "All I asked was for her to help me in the car and she wouldn't even do that."

"Is any of what you told me the truth?" she let my leg down, on the outside of her so that my crotch was pressed against hers.

"Everything after the probe - yeah," I nodded.

"Very well," smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Needs no translation.

"Oh, I wish you could, but I need to work out three hours of non-stop sexual frustration and neither one of us has the time right now," I moaned. "Maybe later."

"Mmmm...I get off at 4 am," she licked her lips. "What is your address?"

"Sadly, I'm rooming with Desiree for the rest of the week," I frowned.

"Are you going to work out some frustration on her?" she pouted.

"Noooo," I declared. "No sex with any Havenstone women for 75 days. When I told you later, I meant 75 days later. It is corporate policy for interns."

"Pity," she sighed. "You are good to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Cool. Maybe we can squeeze in a massage next time," I grinned. No rest for the wicked.

"What do you want me to massage?" she teased.

"I was thinking that I could start at your neck, work through your shoulders, down your back and jump to your thighs before finishing up on your calves," I offered.

"Are we sure that won't violate the rule about sexual contact?" she purred.

"Of course not. It is a public service. You have a high-stress job and need a break," I met her hungry gaze.

"I think this is only a ploy for you to get your hands on my body," she wiggled closer. Duh.

"Absolutely. It is absolutely a ploy for me to get my hands on your body," I promised.

"Go," she gave a throaty chuckle. I got on the elevator and...nothing happened. I didn't have clearance to go down to that level. Since my humiliation could get worse, it did. I was dialing up Desiree when Aisha stepped on the elevator. She looked at me.

"Yes?" she stared.

"I need to get down to the housing level," I muttered.

"Which one?" Oh...there was more than one...fuck.

"The one that Desiree lives on," I sighed. Aisha hit the proper button and down we went.

The door opened to a familiar level. Oh well.

"Thank you, Aisha," I acknowledged her kindness.

"You are welcome, Cáel," she answered. The doors shut and I was sure she enjoyed the 'what the fuck' look on my face. I didn't know what to make of that at all.

Aya didn't charge me at the door. She vibrated excitedly until I put my crutches aside and could pick her up. I saw Desiree putting a book away as she looked me over. It turned out none of us had further plans so we all turned in around 9:30. As we settled into the tight confines of the bed, I decided to ask Desiree for her advice.

She listened to my tale of the encounter, shook her head and looked at me with something akin to pity.

"Elsa sent Aisha to ruin your fun. Aisha stalked you up to and including your encounter with the doctor, which she listened in on," Desiree explained. "Aya, what does that mean?"

"Daddy is even more desirable than ever!" she proclaimed loudly.

"Idiot," Desiree muttered. Me - not Aya.

"Aya, we have a new project," I whispered to my little friend.

"What is it?" she was all excited.

"You are going to research Leonardo Di Vinci's flying machine. We are going to build one on the roof so I can make my getaway on my last day at work," I informed her.

"Can I come with you?" Aya hoped.

"Aya, it has never successfully been tested before," I told her.

"After I take off, if I can circuit the building, I'll land, pick you up and we can head out for Patagonia - just you, me and the penguins," I teased her.

"You can count on me," Aya yawned. I let her drift off.

"You can count on me too," I whispered to her. I caught Desiree studying me through nearly closed eyes.

(Wednesday and Thursday)

On Wednesday, the floodgates opened. Aya and I had barely settled in - Katrina had banned the use of all Nerf products until 3pm Friday - when the front desk gave me a call. I had a female visitor. It was Odette - crap. I excused myself from Aya and was gathering my crutches when I saw Katrina staring at me.

"I have a guest at the front desk," I explained.

"Are they a bomb-wielding maniac, an expert assassin, or an investigative journalist?" she inquired.

"No Katrina," I gulped. She called down to the front desk and told them to let her up.

Ten seconds later, she told the front desk to let all female visitors requesting me to come up...then she added Timothy to the list.

"Katrina, if I ever stop being afraid of you, please understand that I am either high, or stupidly drunk," I pledged.

"Noted. Aya, get to work," Katrina captured her nieces gaze. "Cáel is on Sick Leave. You are here to pick up his slack."

"Yes Katrina," Aya nodded then put her cute little nose back to the grindstone. Odette was the harbinger of disaster.

She had stopped by late Monday night...and had crashed with Timothy. Bright and early Tuesday, Officer Nikita showed up. Nikita wasn't happy. In more precise terms, she was going to rip my nuts off. Timothy told Odette not to worry, but Nikita had a firearm and a uniform, so she worried. Odette polished this revelation off by requesting some 'private time'.

I wouldn't swear on a stack of Bibles that Katrina smirked, but I'd take those odd in Vegas. Aya had a different approach.

"Cáel, can you take Daddy Time when you are at work?" Aya smiled politely. I was weighing no puppy dog eyes from Aya for a few hours versus my dick's desire to be a dick and do what dicks are meant to do.

"Please don't make me transfer Buffy after she murders you," Katrina offhandedly remarked. She had an excellent point. I decided to give Odette a nice, toe-curling kiss at the elevator.

"If all you are going to do is kiss her, you can do that here," Aya grinned.

"Okay," I nodded. Aya was my buddy. I steamed up Odette good and proper then sent her floating on her way.

Three hours later I hadn't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth before Aya provided this cute piece of information to Buffy and Daphne - our food providers.

"Buffy, Cáel kissed a girl so much she was walking on clouds when she left." The lesson here? No woman is your friend, buddy, or otherwise.

The food dropped to the ground and Buffy came storming around my little desk.

"Please don't kill me," I cringed. Buffy hovered centimeters away, her intense struggle for control evident to everyone present. Finally, she clasped her hands behind her back. Balancing a hand on the back of my chair and the desk, I pushed myself up.

My hands came to rest on Buffy's shoulders then I tenderly started turning her around. She resisted initially before curiosity took over. I brushed the left side of her hair back first. We started with the traditional small puffs of air on her neck and ear. My tongue flicking on the back of her earlobe gave her a jolt which she quickly suppressed.

While the air and tongue play along her neck and ears was going on, I was able to sneak my hands around to her stomach right above the belt. Buffy found her hands were pressing against my cock. She stroked it with an unexpected gentleness. My hands migrated up until I cupped her breasts. I didn't squeeze them yet the intention was there.

"Are we okay now?" I whispered.

"I'm thinking about it," she looked over her shoulder. "I'm still having trouble waiting."

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