Literotic asexstories – Guilty Pleasures Ch. 07 by Publius68,Publius68
One thing you can be sure of, even though this is Literotica, and this story could easy veer off into… THERE, it does not in fact, go THERE. So either don’t fear, or don’t get your hopes up, whichever your preference.
Also, as we wander through Act Two, there seems to be in the comments a belief that there needs to be some of THAT as well. There is indeed a plausible argument for inflicting a bit of THAT on certain characters, but that ain’t going to happen either. At least not the way you think…
Lastly, as always, I am not going for deep truths or gritty realism. The aim for me is a plausibly ridiculous course of events.
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Guilty Pleasures – Seven
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After Wanda walked home, a pep in her step and a gleam in her eyes that told me she was looking forward to still more sex, this time with a waiting Yancey, I collapsed with a large scotch. Ye gods, the woman was amazing.
I for one was done for, and I wandered back to my bedroom to sleep. I didn’t bother with my pajamas, just striping bare and crawling into bed. I didn’t make the damned thing either. I just grabbed a sheet and a pillow from the floor and cuddled down for about five seconds before sleep took me.
I awoke Sunday feeling far more refreshed than my forty five year-old body had any right to after all the previous day’s activities. I looked at the clock and popped out of bed. I took a good shower, during which I thought a good bit about Wanda. Despite the content of those thoughts, I got not a trace of an erection. My guy had done his job superhumanly well the day before, and he deserved a rest. Actually, he was going to take a rest, whether I thought he deserved it or not.
I almost just left my bed for another day, but I realized that Becca and her friends would still quite possibly be over later. My daughter, and sometimes others, would occasionally use my bathroom if the others were all in use, and I did not want to explain to her friends, much less Pumpkin herself, how my bed came to look like it did!
I slid into my backyard hanging out trunks, sunscreened up, and went out to get some work done. I had done zero work on Saturday, and I was behind.
Becca’s friends did indeed start showing up at the expected time, in about three carloads.
Mary was back in the crowd, but she still kept her distance from me. So, thank God, did Carol and Anne. The last thing I needed was any of them starting up with me again. Some sins, I needed to put behind me.
The reptilian brain in me also noted that it would be quite awkward if circumstances got to the point where I had to explain to any of them why I was so fucked out as to be suddenly impotent…
No, the only problem I had to deal with, other than more work than I could possibly accomplish before it was time to grill burgers for everyone, was Stephanie. Since she had determined that I would let her have booze the last time she was there, I was now her friend. And being who and what she was, that meant she had to actually full-on flirt with me, at least a little. When she came over for her first White Claw of the day, she had her ID again. This time, she had it tucked into the top of her bikini, nestled against the inner curve of her breast. She even tugged gently at the fabric of the smallish top as she pulled free the driver’s license with her other hand. The tug wasn’t enough to flash nipple at me or anything, but it was enough to let me know that she could have, had she wanted.
Thank God that this girl, at least, wasn’t actually interested. She was just a sexy beast, knew it, and liked to exercise the fact.
“You don’t need to keep flashing me your ID, Stephanie,” I said drily, regretting my word choice, and trying to look back at my laptop, adjusting it slightly on my legs, because even my exhausted cock had twitched at the show.
“Just wanted to be sure, Mister Howard,” she giggled, and popped back up to rejoin her friends. My eyes could not help but follow her ass all the way across the pool deck until she joined a group of two guys and Anne. I sighed as I watched. Even if I wanted to put up with the sarcasm and bluntness I always heard from her to her friends, come on. My self-confidence had taken astronomical boosts lately, but that little Ferrari of a girl? Still far beyond my league.
Unfortunately, I realized that Anne had been following my eyes as they followed Stephanie, and she was looking at me in amusement. I actually blushed tiny bit, but she did nothing but raise one elegant eyebrow at me, then turn away. That girl was one cool customer.
When she turned away and wasn’t looking at me, I could not help but shift my gaze to appreciate her backside as well, shameful old goat that I am.
Why did it have to have been Anne who put the moves on me first? She was not stacked like Mary or Carol, although she was still amazing looking, as my eyes’ magnetic hold testified at the moment. But Anne had that extra something, that extra measure of grace, and a knowing nature that had been lethal to my self-restraint on the cruise.
Had Mary or Carol made their move on me first, I really think I might have been able to say no. And if I had said no to the first of them, I’d have been able to say no to the rest. I would have had to. But Anne had been first to decide to ‘help me’, and I had not been able to say no. Not to her.
I sighed and dove back into work.
*
Monday was a good day at the office. My team seemed more interested in working than usual. My email bin was full of less crap.
Or maybe I just was still on a post-orgasmic high from Saturday.
Then at 3:30, a new email popped up. Sigh.
It was a message from the Human Resources department. One of the nice perks offered by the start-up where I worked was extensive vacation time. The kids we mostly employ especially like to see that during the recruitment process. One of the realities of start-ups however, is that people seldom actually take much vacation. We tend to hire workaholics who then reinforce that in each other, and it always seems like things are just slightly on fire anyway. But HR was upset that too much vacation time was being accrued and it was a problem. Would employees please consider scheduling some?
Then I got another email for a management all-hands meeting the next day, and it was signed by both Trevor our founder and CEO, and Thalia, the new President. That meant that whatever the meeting would concern was about something the two of them were fighting about.
We had recently gotten a second round of venture capital funding, and with that money had come Thalia, an experienced tech executive who was there to help ‘professionalize’ our management practices. The two Ts were a great team, but not a smoothly cooperative one. Trevor was frankly brilliant, and immensely creative. He was crazy hard-working and intensely motivational to those around him. Thalia was experienced and conventional. She was every bit as smart as Trevor was brilliant, and was a ‘write the book, then live by that book’ kind of stickler. And she nurtured, rather than inspired. Trevor was intensely gay, and while Thalia seemed moderately attractive, she hid even that under frumpy clothes. At least the rest of us did not have to deal with the kind of shit-show there would have been, had there been even the slightest romantic chemistry between those two.
More importantly from my perspective, I was confident that the two of them were going to make me far more of a millionaire than I already was. Enough of a millionaire for that word to actually matter. But until then, they were a pain in the ass whenever they got cross-wise of each other. They usually ended up with both getting their way, and the rest of us getting a lot of new requirements.
This time, it was the vacation thing.
“The accrued vacation labor account is becoming a significant liability on the balance sheet,” Thalia started right in. “We want to target a situation where the average employee has no more than a week, at the most two, of as yet unscheduled vacation at any time. Right now, the average is almost four.”
“It shouldn’t be a problem,” put in Gary from Accounting. “I had one person already email me after the HR email earlier to request a week this November.”
“Yeah,” added Reggie, who managed the rest of the designers that I did not. “I had one of my guys ask to extend a weekend two days in August.”
“Anybody else?” Thalia asked drily. “Exactly. We are talking about a drop in the bucket, people. We need leadership and management from you guys. But we also need you to set a goddamned example. You are collectively averaging more than a year’s vacation time in arrears yourselves. Linda, you have almost two!” I saw Trevor smile approvingly at Linda. He seemed to feel that vacations were for useless layabouts and corpses. “I’m asking all of you to take visible, mid-week vacations and use up some time. Take a week, if you can.”
“Let’s not get crazy, Thalia,” Trevor said. “A Tuesday through Thursday will make the point.”
“But make it soon,” Thalia said, backing down on the week thing, having made her own point.
“I don’t know,” Reggie said slowly. “The way things are right now, I’m not sure I want to leave my team alone with the current design.”
Thalia frowned. “If you can’t leave your team on their own for two or three scheduled days, Reggie, that is a problem.”
Trevor leaned in, equally frowning, and addressed us all. “Absolutely. Any manager whose team can’t run smoothly on their own for a few days… even a week,” he added, as a concession toward Thalia, “needs to be repurposed. Do I need to call Harry about any of your positions?” Harry was our headhunter.
Okay then. When the two of them were suddenly in agreement on something…
We all needed to take vacation.
“Clark already got in a good start,” Trevor added, suddenly pointing the spotlight at me, exactly where I hated it in meetings. “He took a whole week’s cruise!”
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