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During "team time", he did his best to turn a deaf ear to the bitching and whining of those at his table.
Just as he was about to pour himself yet one more cup of coffee, and perhaps smash the pot on the floor to give the VP of Operations just one more thing to bitch about, Justin froze.
"I am very proud to introduce our new Vice-President of Training and Development, Ms. Sara Vickers!
Justin turned to see Sara, standing side-by-side with CEO Clyde Hanson.
"VP?" he thought to himself, as he joined in the resonating applause.
"Damn she looks amazing,"
Sara stood with a proud grin, dressed in an emerald green blazer suit, accented by a navy blue undershirt.
Justin maintained his usual swag through the various workshops and meetings.
Following dinner, Justin and other District Supervisors were ushered into a large conference room.
Rumor had it the group would meet with a "Coach" and spend the remainder of the evening discussing Barriers to Success.
Just as Justin was about to stand and find someplace to hide or nap, he heard that familiar voice...
"Fuck!...again," he thought to himself.
"Good Evening OSI!" Sara waved from the makeshift stage.
"I am Sara, and It is my pleasure to be here and meeting with you, all!"
Justin took a seat with a smile.
His grin never wavered, as he watched Sara confidently explain every element of her training program.
The evening hours soon flowed into the night, as Justin made his way through the numerous workshops, small group projects and mini-team meetings.
Carefully excusing himself from each.
As he headed toward the elevator, he paused.
He tugged his phone from his pocket once again.
"The social Dinner and Networking hour is on you rockstar, I'm looking forward to it!"
"You betcha! Thank you J!" she texted back.
He maneuvered to a position where he could observe and enjoy her final presentation of the evening, alone.
By 10 PM her presentation had drawn to a close.
Justin hung out in the background, as Sara was quickly surrounded by "company people."
Tugging his phone from his pocket, he texted her:
"Well done Miss. Vickerstar!"
As he turned to head upstairs to his room, his phone chirped.
"Thank you, JB..."
Justin tucked his phone back in his pocket as the hotel elevator took him "home."
Once inside his room, he switched on some sort of Blues/R&B channel on the hotel TV and poured himself a strong Crown &7; peeling off his polo and tossing it in the corner.
Just as he sat down, his phone "chirped"
Sara: Thank you for everything!
Me: You're welcome!
Sara: Wyd?
Me: Having a drink. Chillin
Sara: Can I come over?
Me: Idk.....you're a VP! (OMG emoji) (smirk emoji)
(brief pause)
Sara: I'll come over as Sara then, I'll leave my VP shit here!
He cocked a half-grin at the text and pondered.
"Nope, don't do it man!" he thought to himself.
Just as he was about to reply to her..
(Gentle knock)
He jumped; startled a bit
"Yea!?"
Silence.
"Hello!?" he called out again.
Silence.
Irritated, he stood and jerked the door open.
Sara stood before him.
Her blazer suit had been replaced by a pair of plum-colored gym shorts and a white sleeveless shirt.
The thick, dark curly locks which had once flowed over her shoulders, was now drawn up in an untidy bun.
Justin blinked, then smiled.
"Hi!..so uh, the VP wanted to hang out and do VP shit...but I decided I had enough of being a VP for tonight," she explained, a bit of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Justin stood motionless.
"May I come in?"
Justin stammered a bit, a combination of sheer surprise and the whiskey inhibiting a response.
He nodded, "Yes, yes of course.." stepping aside.
He couldn't help but follow her as she walked into his room, a bottle tucked under her arm.
What he was unable to observe before was now in plain view.
Sara's relatively short-shorts showcased a pair of short, but well toned, lightly tanned thighs and calves.
Her sleeveless shirt hugged her stomach, stopping just short of the waistband of her shorts; allowing brief glimpses of her lower back and the edges of a colored tattoo just above the waistband.
While not exactly what he would consider "large", Sara's breasts filled out the shirt nicely.
He detected a bit of a berry-like scent as she walked past him.
What he first guessed was the scent of her body wash, or perhaps perfume, was soon corrected as she set the unlabeled bottle on the desk under the TV of his hotel room.
As her fingers deftly tugged the cork, the unmistakable scent of strawberries teased his senses.
Justin quietly shut the door.
"Strawberry kool-aid?" he mused.
She glanced over at him as she tipped the bottle to her full lips.
"Good guess Mr. People-Person..."
He raised a brow.
Her comment set forth a lengthy conversation of his interactions during the day's training conference and feedback she had heard.
As well as her southern roots and family tradition of wine-making.
Justin didn't divulge much during the conversation, as was his nature.
He was more of a listener than a talker.
Except when it came to people's assumptions.
"I'm not as much of a hard-ass as people think," he explained at one point, fixing yet another Crown and 7.
"But I've learned loose lips sink ships. At these conferences, it's nice to network and chat. But there always is and always will be drama. People like to stir the pot, mix words and exaggerate shit. So I've learned to just talk the talk when I have to, keep my personal shit out of the arena, and take away whatever I can."
As he turned with his mini-hotel cup in-hand, he was started to see Sara behind him an amused grin.
"Talk the talk Mr. Bolan?" she asked amusedly, a bit of her accent complementing "talk."
Justin nodded with a bit of a smirk as he sipped.
"Yea, does that amuse you Misssss Vickers?"
"I mean you are a Miss right?"
Sara's grin quickly faded.
"Don't be an asshole."
Justin blinked.
"I'm not. At least not right now..."
"Fuck Justin, can't you just have a conversation without the cryptic bullshit?" she blurted, as she turned to walk toward the bathroom of his room.
"I am...we're having a conversation, but it's kinda hard with someone who is walking away from me. And I'm not being coy..." he stopped short as the bathroom door slammed shut.
He stood for a moment, rethinking his words.
"Ok, maybe I was being a bit coy. But she walked away from me!" he thought to himself.
He sat on the bed for a moment.
His cup was still full but his bottle of Crown was low.
His buzz had set in nicely and the conversation was going rather well for the last few hours.
Justin glanced at the bedside clock.
11:26 pm.
"Fuck!" he smirked,
"Longer than I thought!"
He noticed the strawberry wine which was full a few hours ago was down to maybe a glass-worth.
He knew he probably could have handled the conversation better with Sara, but afterall...she is the Vice -Prez of T&D.
AND, she wasn't honest about it.
AND, he was attracted to her.
AND, that could be problematic.
Justin sat for a few minutes, awaiting for her to emerge.
"Sara?" he called out from the bed.
Silence.
With a sigh and a gulp from his drink, he stood and walked over to the bathroom door.
Knocking softly, "Sara?"
"What?"
"Ar..are you good?" he stammered.
Silence.
He knocked again.
The door quietly opened.
She stood with a stoic expression.
"I'm fine, I had to pee..." she said flatly.
"I'm sorry," be blurted, before even realizing he had.
She looked up at him, her brown eyes studying his momentarily.
"It's just...you didn't tell me...you...didn't" he stammered again.
"I didn't tell you I was appointed VP 'cuz I knew you would avoid me," she explained quietly.
"Last night I needed support and you gave that to me. You were such a gentleman when I showed up. Our conversations in our mini-groups today were amazing, I kinda seen the Justin Bolan opposite of what I have been told. I'm sorry, maybe I should just go back to my room...I'm sorry for.."
"After peeing for over 10 minutes!?" he mused.
Sara couldn't help but laugh and shook her head.
"Maybe you should stay for at least another fifteen minutes...for observation and well, maybe for me to stop being an asshole...maybe..."
"Ok fine JB....but for the record, yes I am a "miss"...smart ass," she replied with a grin, gently placing her hands against his bare chest.
"I'm 24 for god's sake, marriage has yet to cross my damned mind. Now if ya don't mind, I'd like to finish my wine..."
Justin nodded and stepped aside as she walked past him.
Instead of taking her seat back at the desk, she picked up the bottle of wine and fixed herself up cross-legged on the hotel bed.
"I promise, fifteen minutes and I'm goin to bed," she chuckled.
Justin nodded as he sat in the desk chair across from the bed.
"Fair enough, if you pee for another ten minutes or more, I'll have to call Jessica..."
Sara nearly spit out the swig of wine she had taken, as she burst into laughter.
"Jessica!? Sweet Mother Mary that woman needs to get laid or drunk...or both!"
Justin laughed and nodded.
"She needs something, or just retire!"
The pair embarked on another lengthy, jovial chat about Jessica Schreiber, the General Manager of the OSI operations team.
Not only known for her reputation of inappropriate micro-management, Schreiber lacked the very same skills she demanded of those she managed.
"Oh lord I had no idea it got so late!" Sara said as she stood to use the bathroom once again.
Justin glanced at the clock
1:03 am.
He quickly offered her a hand as she teetered a bit when she stood up.
"You good champ!?' he laughed.
Sara quickly grabbed his hand to steady herself, with a giggle.
"Yep sir, I just gotta get my footing!"
He watched amusedly as Sara made her way to the bathroom.
"Remember VP Sara! If you're in there longer than ten minutes I gotta call Jessica!" he called out.
"If ya do that, I'm gonna tell everyone in the company about ya rescuin' that beautiful bulldog of yours and how ya cried when 'ol boy had to be neutered!" she replied, her voice echoing from inside the bathroom.
Justin sat speechless.
"Now that's not nice! I told you that in confidence!" he thought to himself, and thought about his buddy Duke, back at home.
He had indeed rescued Duke, a pure-bred English Bulldog, from a puppy mill.
Now, three-years old, Duke was living the high-life.
Spoiled rotten and twenty pounds overweight.
Sara emerged from the bathroom and slowly made her way past him to the bed.
"So reckon I overstayed that 15 minute rule," she grinned as she sat cross-legged once again.
Justin smiled over at her as he poured the last of the Crown Royal into his cup.
"Well you look to be ok and we didn't have to get Jessica involved so I think we're good,"
Just as he was about to reach into the refrigerator for the bottle of 7-up.
"How 'bout we have a shot of that together?" Sara asked.
Justin glanced at her.
"Don't look at me all crazy, a girl needs a shot of whiskey now 'n again! Tomorrow's a big day!" she chirped with a lazy, or drunken grin.
He was unable to tell which.
Teetering on the edge of being a bit drunk and nursing one helluva whiskey buzz, Justin glanced around for a cup.
"I promise I don't have the herpes, JB! You take a pull and I'll take a pull." Sara laughed.
Justin blinked a time or two and took a good hard swig, before passing Sara the bottle.
Following a much healthier swig than he expected, she tucked the bottle between her thighs.
"So before I go, I'm curious about something,"
Justin stood up from his chair; realizing he too was a bit unsteady.
He reached over her crossed legs to pick up the bottle.
"Ok?"
"How do you relax before a big meeting or company event?"
Justin finished the last of the liquor, grinning a bit at the hot bite of the whiskey traveled down his throat.
He tossed the bottle into the trash can as he sat back down in the desk chair,
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well we talked before about you being calm and collected all the time, but I'm curious how you get there. How do you relax and get yourself...ya know..'ready'?
"Oi, how do I answer this...professionally," he thought to himself.
"Fuck it, truth is truth"
"I have an orgasm.." he replied simply.
Sara blinked and started to speak, then went quiet.
"You...wh..what?"
"I have an orgasm...it's relaxing and puts me right to sleep," he replied, with the best matter-of-fact tone he could muster, in the moment.
Sara sat quiet, an obvious blush spreading across her face.
"Oh..." she said quietly.
The pair sat mute for a few minutes.
Justin noticed her fidgeting a bit
"Listen Sara...I know I'm blunt if I made you-"
"No, no its fine. I'm good," she interrupted.
"I've just never had that....done that.."
"You've never had an orgasm!?"
"No....I mean. I dunno, this is embarrassing."
"Ok, I'll just listen..." Justin replied.
"I've never had an orgasm. I haven't been with a lot of guys...just a couple.
They were just in it for themselves I guess.." Sara explained.
"You've never masturbated?" Justin asked quizzically.
"Oh lord no! That sorta thing was just not ok " she replied.
Justin nodded and tried to backpedal.
"Well, between the wine and the shot of Crown, you should be good for tomorrow afternoon!"
"Maybe, yesterday went great. I just have a feeling once I go back to my room, I'm gonna lay there wide awake." Sara explained.
"We don't...." he caught himself.
"You don't have to be there until the afternoon, so if ya can't sleep right away. You can sleep in!" he reasoned.
But Sara sat with a bit of a comical expression on her face.
"What does an orgasm feel like?" she asked, her brown eyes suddenly a bit hazy.
Justin thought for a moment, caught off-guard.
"Well, to be honest it's an Amazing, friggin experience! You're entire body gets into it.."
Sara nodded slowly, listening intently.
"It helps with sleep?" she asked with a slight smile.
"It can...sure" he answered.
"Ok, let's do it...." she replied.
Justin blinked.
He was expecting a bit of small talk and Sara to retire to her room, to "handle things."
"Do what?" he asked, rather innocently.
"I'd like to have an orgasm..." she stated, in her own matter-of-fact tone.
Justin was dumbfounded.
"Uh, mmm ok..but we have a problem," he muttered.
"If you're worked up about the fraternization thing....it'll be fine" she replied.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself.." he replied.
She smiled and met his eyes
"We're both consenting adults, what they dunno won't hurt 'em"
Justin stood from the desk chair and nodded as he knelt on the bed beside her.
"Ok, this is a first for me..."
"How so?"
"I've never been asked by a woman to...."
Sara nodded, as she lay back into the pillows.
"So a first for both of us...."
Justin lay beside her cautiously, kissing her bare shoulder.
Sara reached up and snapped off the bedside lights, slipping her small hands over his forearms.
"If I do anything...you're not comfortable with, tell me.." he whispered.
Sara nodded as she leaned toward him, grazing her lips with his.
He avoided her kiss, whispering "Just close your eyes and....relax,"
Sara hesitated, then did as he asked as he deftly slipped his torso between her thighs.
His lips trailed down along her delicate jawline, as his fingertips teased her smooth belly, beneath the white cotton fabric.
Sara's hips stirred a bit beneath him.
He worked further, kissing her collarbone as his hands deftly lifted her shirt, up and over her head.
Sara gasped as Justin's lips encircled her left nipple.
Justin spread his broad paws over her warm belly as he gently sucked the warm, taught, rose-colored surface of her nipple between his lips.
As he kissed lower over her warm belly, Justin felt her fingertips over the back of his head.
"Sara..." he whispered,
"Hmm?"
"Keep your hands behind your head....relax..." he replied with an edge of a stern tone.
"Ok..." she sighed.
As his lips trailed lower, Justin teased her navel with his tongue tip as well as the soft pudge of her lower belly.
A soft sound emitted from Sara's lips as she closed her eyes once more, similar to a "coo."
Justin slipped a bit lower, teasing his lips over the soft fabric barrier between his mouth and her dampness.
He hooked his fingertips into the waistband as he gently tugged her shorts over her hips; tossing them aside.
Sara sighed heavily as she raised her ass off the bed.
As Justin was about to tug at her blue boy-shorts, Sara raised up on her elbows to grin down at him, her thick brown locks now cascading over her shoulders.
"'Is it ok if I watch?" she asked.
Justin nodded.
"Are you ok with me taking these off?"
Sara nodded hurriedly.
Justin shifted a bit lower as he grazed over the cotton fabric.
He took a moment to inhale her scent, before gently kissing between her thighs,
And then lower.
Justin pressed his lips against hers.
Sara suddenly gripped the smooth surface of the back of Justin's head.
'Sara...relax.....enjoy..." he reminded, as he leaned back on his knees and tugged her boy-shorts down her thick thighs.
As Justin dropped them aside, he noticed Sara's legs were closed.
"Sara?"
"Yea?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yea....why?"
"Well..." Justin replied as his hands caressed the smoothness of her inner-thighs.
"You seem a lil tense...."
Her thighs parted a bit.
"I'm nervous....."
"I can stop....." Justin replied.
"No...don't stop!"
Justin gently parted her soft, tanned thighs.
"Oh my my" he thought to himself, as his tongue tip traced her silky curls, and lower over her bare cleft.
His tongue tip worked a bit lower, suddenly forcing Sara's thighs over his broad shoulders.
Sara gasped as his warm tongue found her clit.
"Oh Jesus...J!" Sara suddenly cried out as her hips bucked involuntarily.
"Justin!!"
Justin remained quiet as his hands braced her thighs toward her breasts, his tongue-tip strumming over her swollen clit.
Justin eased back a bit as Sara reached.
"Justin...? "
He sat quiet.
"Justin.....please!.....where are you!?"
"I'm here!" he replied, as he gently guided his middle finger inside her.
He closed his eyes as he felt her tight depths grip his finger.
"Ok....Oh...Oh my goodness Ju....Justin....please..." Sara cooed.
Justin gently angled his fingertip to massage the deeply positioned- ridged area.
Sara's hips bucked and convulsed.
Justin encased her muscular thighs with his forearms; gripping them tightly as her pelvis squirmed, and her heels kicked his back.
He slowly increased the tempo of his finger probing deeply, gently stroking her soft, slick ridges.
His tongue methodically strumming her bud; slowly swabbing it at intervals.
Sara's back arched, pressing herself against his mouth.
Justin took the opportunity to angle his lips a bit, nestling his nose against her small patch of damp, fragrant dark curls.
He could feel the gentle trembles in her thighs.
Justin smiled a bit; knowing she was close.
As he continued, Sara's entire lower body began to writhe.
"Oh my....o...O....J..."
he grinned up at her from between her thighs, her wetness seeping a bit down his chin.
He continued to increase the tempo as her body responded.
She suddenly clenched her thighs around his head as she sat up, reaching for him
"Oh my...Ju....Justin" she gasped.
He grinned as she lay back on the bed, gripping the sheets of the bed tightly.
