Chapter 13
Two weeks after the nightmare incident, Starbright Communications limped its way to a healthy start. Aspersions had been cast upon the company by financial analysts, forecasting gloom for the cable giant. Many predicted that it would fold, or merge with one of its competitors.
Erin O'Toole didn't quite see it that way.
She entered Tom Griffith's old office, now that of Brad Voight. Changes had been made, but none that dramatic. Brad had been kind in preserving its essence. Not wishing to subject the company to further upheaval, yet wanting to place his personal stamp on his executive digs, he moved only a few possessions.
Brad studied laser-printed documents she had delivered several hours earlier. He poured over them with an intensity she deemed appetizing. Erin felt a twinge of sexual arousal at watching him.
All things considered, Erin was pleased with the outcome of the tragic events. It was most unfortunate what happened at the Marquis Hotel. Who could have guessed that Monique Griffith would barge into the orgy and open fire? The woman had been positively crazed. Her husband had fatally taken two of the three bullets. His death struck her dumb. No one could be certain Griffith had been her intended target, for she refused to acknowledge any questions with distinguishable answers.
They learned of the hidden cameras Dan Gaines had planted throughout the hotel. The executive was reprimanded and discharged. Headhunters submitted resumes for his vacated position.
Fortunately, Brad opted to reinstate himself, not only as Chief Executive Officer, but Chairman as well. The Board unanimously approved the motion to award him that power. The need for continuity in the face of adversity seemed applicable.
Erin prayed Brad hadn't judged her for the three-way she'd had with Roxanne Hunter and Allan Forrest. She'd been on a sexual binge and permitted herself to get carried away. The whole thing seemed to happen in a dream. She still recalled how Allan kept calling Roxanne his "slave." That scene lacked sense, in her eyes. She never knew them to like each other. Since the shooting, Roxanne followed him around like a lost puppy. Allan neither encouraged nor discouraged her obsession.
Two weeks after the funeral, Erin counted herself lucky that she retained her position as executive secretary. Brad, satisfied with her performance, allowed her to function in that capacity.
Erin waited a respectable time before she extended certain privileges to Brad. After all, she'd granted Tom sexual favors, hadn't she? What was the harm in providing them to Brad?
Walking behind Brad, she massaged his shoulders. "Have you found it necessary to make revisions?"
He shook his head. "Everything appears to be in order."
"Good." She pressed her large boobs into his head. "Now that we've determined that, how would you like a blow job?"
Brad dropped the papers on his desk. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me," she huskily said, perching her shapely rump on the side of the chair and engaging him in meaningful eye contact. "It's something I've been dying to do."
He grinned. "Is that a fact?"
She dropped her hand over his crotch and rubbed. Brad readily responded to her feathery touch. His cock thickened and developed beneath her heated palm. "Hmmmm. I'd say it would do you a world of good."
Brad relaxed in his seat and permitted her complete license. Her fingers crackled with electricity. "You may be right."
Erin got down on her knees and opened his pants. Her mouth watered once she took out his cock. "Very nice." Slowly, she licked it, starting at the balls and hooking the head.
"Oh, yeah." His head slammed back into the chair as she seriously got down to business.
"Mmmmm," she hummed against his manly flesh.
Brad gave himself over to her warm, sucking lips. His dick disappeared in that red ring. He gazed into those bright green eyes while enjoying her tingling pull. "Oh, yeah. Feels good."
Erin's red hair spilled over her face. She whipped it back, showing him what protruded from her mouth. Her fingers gingerly slid up and down his thighs, spreading joy through his body.
Once those lips took hold of him, they wouldn't let go. He exhaled sharply as she sucked his dick. She demanded his hot goo with every lingering pull. When soaring to the top, her fingers circled him. She yanked on his member, jerking the horniness from his body. Her lips covered his head as she prepared to drain him.
"Don't stop," he said, sweating heavily.
"Finish me with your mouth."
Erin wasn't about to leave him in limbo. She made him cum fast. Her lips wouldn't let go until his jism splashed onto her tongue. He gasped, squirting into her mouth.
She sat back on her haunches and smiled. "See. You needed that. I could tell by your tension level. I'm sure you feel much better."
"I do."
"I think you and I are going to get along very well."
"I certainly hope so."
"You can trust me, Brad. I would never betray you."
He stared at her. "Not ever?"
She shook her head and giggled. "In a way, I'm glad things worked out the way they did. You're much sexier than Tom Griffith. I'm going to enjoy working under you, if you catch my drift." She sighed. "It's just a shame he got killed. If only his wife hadn't pointed that gun at him and fired."
"Oh, she wasn't aiming at him."
"Do you have any idea who was supposed to get hit?"
"Sure."
Her eyebrows went up. "You do?"
"Yes, it was me. Fortunately, I ducked. Tom, the poor bastard, didn't. He had no idea what was coming off."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Monique Griffith was having an affair with another woman. I had candid snapshots and threatened her with exposure. She paid generously for my silence."
Erin's brow knitted together. "Are you saying that you were.. .blackmailing her?"
He nodded. "For over a year and a half."
Erin recalled Monique screaming, "Not a cent more!" before pressing the trigger. "I'm stunned."
"You never figured me to be a bad guy, eh?" Brad zipped his pants and smiled. "My hatred for Tom Griffith ran that deep. Sometimes, I found his actions difficult to reconcile. He always wanted things done his way. I got tired of being outvoted, of fighting a bureaucracy. What did I do about it? Bilked his wife of hundreds of thousands. I felt avenged to a minor degree. It gave me pleasure to squeeze her for money. Did I need it? No. But I gladly turned on the heat and kept it constant."
Erin, speechless, could only listen.
"Now that I've confessed my little secret, I expect you to keep it." He peered into those emerald eyes. "That won't be a problem, will it?"
She shook her head. Knowing Brad Voight had an evil side made him even more appealing. Shivering, she got on his lap. "I think we need to seal our pact with a fuck."
Brad let her unzip him, then groaned as she sank onto his cock. He hadn't lost a bit of his excitement. "Yeah. Slide down on it, baby. Give me some executive action.. . . "