"Young Up and Cummers"
by Carl Chelsea
Copyright Carl Chelsea 2011
Published by Rachel's Lace Erotica
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Chapter 1 - The Big Game
The ruddy faced man in plaid shorts threw open the massive oak door and offered a chunky pink hand. "Jack! Hello, buddy! Just swell of you to drop by for the big game."
"My pleasure, Boss. Thanks for inviting me.
"Let's have none of that 'Boss' stuff. Call me Willie. We're not at the office today old boy." He slapped Jack on the back. "Come on in. You'll freeze your dick off out there." He laughed and then caught himself. "Oops. Sorry, Glory. I didn't see you there."
Across the room stood the most electric blonde Jack had ever seen. Her white peasant blouse and matching floor length broomstick skirt accentuated her curvy hourglass form. Jack found he could make out most of her shape through the gauzy fabric.
"Jack, meet my daughter, Glory. Glory, this is Jack, one of our up and comers."
"Oh, is he now?" The blonde stepped slowly. "Up and cumming. That is impressive." She offered her hand to Jack and smiled politely. Her eyes roamed over his body, thoroughly checking him out just as he was checking out her's.
"She's home from private school for the semester break and says she can't get enough football."
"What can I say? I just love watching sweaty men bend over and score." She shook Jack's hand and gave it a squeeze, her eyes locked on his.
"Well who doesn't?" Willie laughed, missing the joke. "Glory, bring Jack a beer. The games already started."
She held her focus on Jack as she turned. "Of course." She returned to the kitchen, enticing Jack with the sway of her ass.
"Jack, sit. You know Peter from HR, Johnson fro legal, and Rod from, well, whatever Rod does. Guys, Jack finally showed up to one of our game nights. Let's show him a good time and make sure he comes again and again."
Jack shook hands with the central units of management.
Rod smiled humbly and murmured, "-from accounting."
Jack nodded and winked. Soon all the ancient old geezers were smiling inanely and staring at the screen. Jack picked out a spot on the couch near the kitchen and behind Willie's direct line of sight. He sensed that this day was going be complicated. For the second he saw Glory his cock started to rise to attention.
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He caught Glory staring at him while she got him his beer. She stood in the doorway and caught Jack smiling at her. She smiled shyly and stepped fully into the room. Jack waved her over and patted the spot next to him.
She sat on the arm of the small sofa. After looking him over she asked, "So what do you do for my Father?"
"Do? I handle our biggest clients when they come to town. I seem to entertain and shmooze better than most anyone."
Rod shouted over the game. "Plus, Jack knows the cheapest holes in this town. He sends our clients home with happy endings without ever going over his entertainment budget!"
"Well it doesn't take much to stiffen those dinosaurs." Willie exploded with laughter. "Group of Girl Scouts in wet uniforms makes them happy."
Jack raised an eyebrow at that. He leaned towards Glory and whispered, "I just buy the cookies for the articles. I promise." Turning back to the boys he spoke up. "Hmmm. Well, I'll have to try and arrange that one, Willie. Let me write that down…wet girl scouts. Maybe for our big summer push eh?"
"So that's the kind of thing you arrange for our clients; strip clubs, wet t-shirt contests; that sort of thing?"
"Obviously not, Glory. Our clients aren't frat boys on a wild weekend. We avoid the mud wrestling and wet t-shirt venues whenever possible."
"Doesn't mean Jack can't get a girl wet though." Johnson spat out over his beer.
"Johnson, please. There's a pussycat in the yard." Peter admonished.