Things are not going well inside the office.
Mr. Hamilton's partners are not very diplomatic, but they maintain the right elegance when it comes to addressing him.
Black Hamilton usually imposes himself before all the people who come to him, sometimes I do not know if what he imposes exactly is fear or respect, or both.
I didn't join the company long ago but if something I've learned with the passage of these two weeks that I've been in his private office, is that real businesses are brought to discussion once the schedules of public functions end or once it begins to sunset.
They've been in there for two and half hours. And it's the third time I've heard my boss's partner raise his voice. There's something wrong there. I try to approach the door, but then I decided not to. I keep my hand close to the mobile in case I have to call emergencies at any time.
Sometimes these people truly scare me, I just hope they don't hurt him.
Black gave me work, although he keeps himself with a huge cold demeanor and does not utter a single word about his private life, he treats me with a lot of seriousness and respect, but he keeps me working until late hours, even though the rest of the people in the company have already gone home, I can not move from my position.
He recognizes my hard work by paying overtime, but to tell you the truth, I don't complain, I need this place. Working for him teaches me a lot about my career, besides it is something that allows me to be the economic pillar that my family needs in this difficult moment.
"Fuck You, Hamilton!"
The voice makes me jump and I quickly return both my eyes and hands to the keyboard, pretending that I'm working.
The truth is I've finished my work an hour ago, but if I stayed it was also for the safety of my boss.
He is a man who at his young age of thirty. Eight years older than me, has managed to make a great fortune and business with powerful people. An entrepreneur of all letters, although much is said about how quickly he amassed his fortune.
Jack Robinson, a long-time business partner in the business, opens the door and leaves with his two companions, scary-looking behemoths, to the outside of the office.
"See you later, Mr. Robinson." I greeted him with some fear.
But they left completely ignoring me and I feel stupid for the gesture.
That's been tense!
Once, the secretary who accompanies me in the morning at the secretariat, told me that Robinson is a front-line thug who does not like Mr. Hamilton doing business with him. I don't know what they're gonna get at, but whatever it is, it's not working.
I stand and walk to his office. They retreated without worrying about closing the door, so I take the audacity to approach, with my heart in a fist and the fear of finding me a pitiful scene.
Luckily, they didn't hurt him. Apparently.
He is sitting with his elbows on the desk with his hands holding his head as if it was going to explode at any moment. This gives me a huge fear. The powerful man whom everyone fears, whom everyone admires and respects, now seems distorted.
A lot of things I've seen going on in here, but I'm not talking about anything, of course.
Less of the scene I just witnessed.
And I can't help it. "Are you all right, sir?" I ask by knocking on the door, on the other side.
He sighs and says. "You can come in, Mina.'
This hadn't happened before, but I obliged. I push the door open and go in. The night and the lights of the whole city enter through the huge window in his office.
"Yes?" I ask, scared. His black hairs disheveled, the collar of his shirt is open and the cuffs of his white shirt are rolled up to his elbows. I've never seen him look like that before. He looks terribly tense and worried. "Do you need me to bring you a glass of water?" I asked softly.
"Please," he says while massaging his neck.
There is a small refrigerator in his office, to which I approach and take out a jug of fresh water. I place this and a glass on a silver fountain and bring it closer to his desk.
He continues, massaging his nape with great discomfort.
"Do you need anything else, Sir?" I ask, after bringing him things.
If, anything builds fear in others towards Hamilton it's his tattoos. Many say he came from underground world, but I'm sure they say it because they can't stand seeing his hands and neck tattooed. The only visible parts under that suit. Now I also see his forearms tattooed and without his sack, the ink is transparent behind the fabric. His pectorals and back are also illustrated with body art.
"Yes," he says, "I never thought I'd ask for this, but...hell, I got a strain in my neck. Could you help me with that?"
Oh, my god!
My heart beats against my chest to hear him say that. "Forget it, I'd better go to my house and take some sleeping pills with a whiskey." Taking a sip of the fresh water he continues. "Your face shows that you are surprised. Sorry, don't say I asked for that, please." He muttered.
"No, no, sir. That's fine. I'm not good at massages, but tell me where... I've to push." I don't know at what point my tension ends up mutating to excitement. Fear and adrenaline mingle within me. I see him worried and I'd like to help.
He looks at me with his green eyes and nodded as he points to the crease of his neck with his shoulder. "Please, there" He indicates me.
I rub my hands to warm them a little so as not to touch him with cold hands. The heat soon takes over me. And I leaned my side to his executive chair.
I place my hands on the fabric of his shirt and the contact leaves me ecstatic.
"Wait," he says and open the first two buttons of his shirt. "Now. You can do it." He says and I did.
I gently press, swallowing my nerves. And madly enjoying the contact with his skin, the sight of his disheveled hair and the tattoos invading his shoulders.
"Mina..." He murmurs his voice appeared hoarse.
"Yes... Sir?" I replied.
"Can I trust you?"
"You can trust me, sir."
"Thanks. It is very difficult to have someone you trust nowadays. This makes me very tense and it is difficult to have anyone to ask for a favor." He said.
"Ask me what you want, Mr. Hamilton." I replied.
"You're amazing, I'll make it up to you. I'm exhausted with all this. And I need you to give me an assistance..." He says.
"Oh!"
"Can you keep a secret?" He asked.
I arrived at the Hamilton office desperately looking for work.Taking care of my sick mother and little sister, it's not easy to get ahead. Mom's illness was never something we could foresee, but having to leave her work meant I had to go out and look for work.And I got it after an arduous journey through different offices where I offered my services as an advanced student in the Bachelor's degree in philology. I always wanted to work for the publishing world, so getting into a media agency was a real pass at first.But I didn't get the job in very good faith let's say. But on arrival, while waiting at reception, one of Black Hamilton's customers dropped a newly signed check for a million dollars. What I did was hand it over to my potential boss once I was sitting in front of his executive desk.He considered it a litmus test for my trust, I thought it as a contingency that God set before me to serve him and obtain this position as an intern."Mina." He said to me after seeing my res
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When Black tangles the fingers of both hands behind my neck playing with my hair, I already have his thick stick filling my mouth.I can't reach the middle of his penis and I already have my plate full. The first thing that impacts me is the taste. A mixture of shower gel taste and the classic taste that carries the skin. What I still do not understand despite everything is, why it is something that I like so much, that attracts me. that interests me.I always thought that doing this would be chaotic, that it would cost me, that the taste I would not like or that I would not know how to do it.But it's just a matter of having it already in my mouth to know how much I like it.Obviously it's not the same to have a man like Black Hamilton as someone else's. Obviously it is not the same to know that a person whom I see always pass by, his presence demands respect. His intoxicating cologne is always so alluring when he walks by. His powerful voice makes everyone silent.“Damn, Mina, you'r
It's thick. I notice it as soon as it is in my mouth, its texture is similar to condensed milk but with a salty taste, it is not unpleasant to taste, I guess the reason is that it is Black Hamilton.But I can't spit on his office carpet either, and I won't be so rude to spit in front of him!So I kept good manners and swallowed it. With the back of my hand I clean my mouth and a droplet of cum that slides down a corner of my lips.“Damn, Mina, here.” He says, passing me a tissue.I take it and clean my mouth. He watches me in amazement as he departs with the chair and I stand. I can't kiss him, I must taste like cum in my mouth. I have to go brush my teeth right away.And I see his dick that is still hard. I wonder how long he is able to keep it that way and a wave of anxiety invades me.When I'm already standing, I put on my white shirt and skirt, shaking my knees a little. The folds of the carpet have been marked on my knees."You can go home now, Mina." He tells me, closing on the
While I look for the keys in my wallet to open the lock of the house where I live next to my mother and sister in the slums passing Puente de Vallecas (Districts of the city of Madrid), I die of fear for how dark the streets are.It is a land where there are several small houses, conventillo style, where we rent two bedrooms and a communal bathroom. It is the option left to us after being evicted after we ran out of the poor unemployment insurance money we collected following dad's death. I still can not get out of my mind the image of Black Hamilton moaning with pleasure, but then treating me as a simple employee who can exploit with ease. I think of paper, I think of the photo I keep on my mobile and a feeling of chills shakes my form. The strange sensation of being watched strikes me.I look back and nothing, for Christ's sake! Until, I find a parked black car across the street. The dark glasses are up to the top and it gives me a bad vibe, so I quickly return to the door. I'm
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Like a baby who has had a tantrum, I take the bite to my mouth. I take advantage of every minute that I find opportune to be able to drink without spilling the hot drink on top. The last thing I need is to dirty the car to Mr. Ogre and that now the scandal is for this reason, the truth is that burning is not what worries me at the moment.However, he seems to notice my concern. "I do not stop because we are on tight times." He confesses something resembling an apology. "But as soon as we will arrive, if you want, I can order another breakfast.""Why would you do something like that, Mr. Hamilton?" I have every desire to protect him and not treat him with the respect that I had until yesterday, but something suggests that as soon as respect has broken between us, I will be the one who will be at loss. What I most want is to resume the employment relationsh
It seems that I said an insult to him or something that he did not like at all. Black Hamilton, the cold and indomitable entrepreneur finally seems to have felt intimidated at my words. As if I had poison or something that made him feel offended, the truth is that I never thought I would live to see the moment when what I said, could emit some reaction. He walks away as if infected with some deadly contagious disease. But no, I'm just a virgin, don't be alarmed, Dear Boss. "I... I didn't know, Mina. I didn't have to know, forget it. I'm sorry." He pulls away and rubs his face as if he were processing the words or if he was reproaching himself internally how he could not have supposed it before. But my head gets a huge surprise a little late to process. He apologized to me. "Don't worry, sir... " I gulped and as he pointed at the door. Did you just feel like I'm a virgin? Will I risk losing my job this time? Don't I serve you as far as your particular whore? "I'll make your coff