Aubreys Playground

:Five:

"Why don't we do Florida?" Oliver suggested.

Aubrey cringed frowning up his face. "Everybody does Florida. It's cliché." He said back swiveling his office chair from side to side

"True, but that's where the money is!"

Aubrey chuckled and shook his head still not sold on the thought of financing a spot in Florida. Sure it was a lucrative state but it came in spurts and he wasn't interested in sometimes busy sometimes not.

"Nevada?" Oliver said tossing out another state.

Aubrey pressed his lips together as he rested his index and middle finger to his left temple. Nevada was good, but where would he squeeze a lounge or restaurant in the middle of a Vegas strip that already housed 20 plus identical establishments. Aubrey liked the competition, he never backed down from it but not enough to lose money over, he picked his battles wisely, something that seemed to be working better for the company since he took it over, something that his father once had trouble doing. The boardroom was filled with head members of each department, a end of the week update on the numbers and standings that was held on Fridays was pushed to a Saturday morning due to lack of preparation which in itself put Aubrey in a bad mood. This had never happened before and the whole time sitting there at the head of the table all he could think about was who he was going to fire for letting the bullshit happen, yet he quickly tossed that option out, sure letting somebody go out of frustration would make him feel better but that would only force HR to search for a replacement and there was no telling how long that would take.

His attention drifted over to his far right as Tom's presentation lacked the luster to keep his mind on the numbers at the moment.

Aubrey was very good with remembering faces but was positive he had never seen the woman standing in the corner. She was pretty, very pretty, for sure she was at least 22, 23. He looked down at the badge clipped to the top of her skirt, it gave him a reason to look at her waistline, her badge read 'intern' in blue capital letters, that was why he never seen her. A picture and name underneath the title. More than likely fresh out of college, this was her first big girl job. Aubrey looked her up and down sizing her measurements, size six foot stuffed in a five in a half heel, her beige skirt was tight but stopped at her knees, there wasn't much of a curve she was extremely petite, too petite, he preferred weight, heftiness to the lower half, thighs that rubbed together when a woman walked, or a crease of fat between the thighs and hips when she sat, her long sleeve white blouse was tucked neatly, large B cup possible a small C, the cleavage was subtle but based on the three buttons she opted on leaving undone she wanted eyes there for at least a few minutes, her hair straightened stopping just passed her shoulders, he preferred curls but sleek hair never really stopped him from bending a woman over. Her skin was peanut butter, lips full, makeup was light but her eyes were dark. They met his once they got to hers, she smiled at him but he didn't return the gesture, she had been watching him mentally size her up the whole time and judging by her seductive look that replaced her smile she was perfectly fine with being undressed by his eyes.

He pulled his gaze from her figure and looked down at his expensive watch, growing extremely impatient with the time that wasn't passing fast enough. He looked up to see who now occupied the front of the room, Tom was no longer standing there and he hadn't heard a word he'd said, which honestly was ok with him

"Vanessa? How much more do we have?" He asked while turning to his personal assistant.

She quickly sat up in her chair looking down at the tablet that was always glued to the palm of her hand.

"15 more minutes." She answered back. He let out a heavy sigh, it was going on 12:30 in the afternoon.

Oliver turned and eyed him. "You good?"

"No. This honestly could have waited till Monday."

"Yeah, no kidding." He agreed.

"When did we hire her?" Aubrey finally asked growing curious about how long the intern had been working. He never really paid attention to them, probably because six out of seven never lasted long enough for him to pay attention too.

Oliver looked in the direction of Aubrey's eyes. Her attention back on the presentation in front of her as she stood against the wall, her arms now folded across her chest. "Hell if I know, but she is a nice addition to RGE, can't lie."

The room grew loud as everyone stood up and shook hands with one another, conversations went on about business, to family discussions, to weekends plans that were interrupted by that same business. Aubrey for sure wasn't interested in staying behind to chitchat about useless information. Oliver stood up simultaneously with Aubrey making his hand into a fist and connecting it with his best friend, a grade school friendship that blossomed into a business one, trust worthy enough to be CFO to the Graham family company finances, it also helped that he was an accounting he had ran several self made companies, either way, it was a win-win situation. Aubrey nodded but kept a steady pace towards the double doors of the boardroom, Vanessa pacing right behind him easily keeping up in her heels.

"Aubrey! I wanted to ask you..."

"Chad, whatever you have to ask me it can wait till Monday. It's Saturday man. Go home!" Aubrey cut him off waving whatever his question was off, the employee stopped following and shrugging happily taking his bosses advice and walked in the other direction "You too Vanessa."

"But Sir, you still have one more meeting!"

He stopped walking and turned to her she immediately stopped with me. "Vanessa, Oliver and Nessel have a meeting. I can meet with them on Monday and get their updates. Go home, enjoy your day weekend, get drunk, do something fun!?"

She sighed. "Ok, see you on Monday." She said turning on the heels of her shoes and walking the opposite direction.

"Vanessa!" Aubrey yelled out before she got far enough from him. "Before you leave, let April Levonchuck know I want to speak to her."

"Yeah, of course, I'll catch up to her!"

"Appreciate it."

He pushed open one of the doors to his office walking around his desk to have a seat, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and leaned into the back cushion of his computer chair thumbing through new and old emails and messages he answered based off urgency and if he cared enough to answer them on what was supposed to be a day off. A knock at the open door sounded throughout the spacious office.

"Come in, have a seat." He said without looking up, he simply continued typing out a text, then finally set his phone on the desk. "April, when did you start here?"

"July of last year... about six months ago."

"Where'd you graduate from?"

"Princeton!" She said quickly with a smile, more than proud to let him know, it was like she walked around waiting for people to ask her where she graduated from,

"Sheesh, hell of a University. Congratulations on your first job."

"I'm not in trouble am I?" She asked with a frown.

Aubrey smirked to ease her assumption. "Depends on what you call trouble." She gave that same seductive look that he saw in the boardroom. He looked down at her chest making it very obvious where his eyes landed and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. She was a fast learner and even more willing to please, she reached up and unbuttoned three more buttons on her blouse Aubrey smirked as he got a full view of the nude bra that cupped her breast. "Definitely a small C," He said out loud as he pushed from under the desk and untucked his dress shirt, she smiled at the comment and stood up, he followed her seductive steps towards him rounding the corner of the desk, she dragged her fingers across the stainless steal surface. This was not her first time doing what he had in mind and by the way she dropped to her knees in front of him she knew he knew. "You're easier than I thought."

She smirked. "Only for certain men."

He leaned further down in the chair, it was the wrong answer, one that he frowned at. She reached for his his pants, he immediately grabbed her wrist. "Ask me if you can touch me." He ordered in a deep whisper.

"What?..." She replied back confused.

"Do not touch me without asking if you can first."

She noticed the dangerously serious look on his face and swallowed the thick lump in her throat. "Can I touch you?" She asked sounding unsure but not wanting to risk any kind of mood change.

"Yes." He replied letting go of her wrist.

She reached for his lower half, watching her unbuttoned and zip down his slacks, he tensed up as he felt her reach down his boxer briefs and grab the shaft of his d**k. He focused in on her watching her wrap her lips around the tip, he clenched his jaw at the warmth of her tongue as it ran across the most sensitive part, she did her best at putting him all the way in but the choking and gagging stopped her, forcing her to revaluate her oral gesture. For Aubrey it was one of the most pleasing sounds in the world, he placed his hand to the back of her head and pressed down forcing her to take all of him, the amount of spit and saliva that naturally formed in the back of her throat made him groan out load, the sight of her forcefully pulling up to get air made him grow harder, watching a woman struggle to swallow the length of him always satisfied him, he could sit and watch the struggle all day. He rarely came from oral if ever, he would eventually have to force himself to c*m, he had a few woman that achieved the task but he only kept one of those women around for that specific pleasure. Her technique was ok, it wasn't great and for sure could use some work based on him being the judge but it would work as a stress reliever for the moment.

She stroked the shaft while sucking on the tip of me, her way of making up for not being able to fit it all in her mouth, he silently applauded her efforts to please and make up for what she lacked, a very nice business trait that would for sure get her a long way. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes listening and enjoying the sound of her sucking his d**k another trick he used to help speed up his climax. The longer she stayed down there working the more spit he felt.

"All the way in," He instructed her. "Look up at me." Her eyes met his, there was nothing special about them, some women just had a twinkle about them that came from the eyes, Aubrey could always tell about a woman based off hers.

His phone screen lit up easily getting his attention, he groaned out loud seeing the time. In efforts to speed up the moment he grabbed the back of her head with a handful of hair and guided her up and down quickly finally releasing himself in her mouth. She lustfully played with his c*m between her lips while looking up at him, he eyed her hoping to get more aroused from her as she let his c*m fill up her mouth and drip down her chin, but there was nothing.

"That's not something you should spit out," He growled looking down at her. "Swallow it." It took her a few seconds to swallow the large load but eventually got it down. She had to be instructed which was something he didn't care to do, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt considering this was her first time with him. She stood up standing in front of me fixing her shirt and smoothing down her hair.

"This won't affect anything... will it?..."

Aubrey frowned at her, unsure of her question. "The way you suck my d**k has nothing to do with the way you perform within my company. Those are two different things that I will expect you to separate, if this happens again."

"Right!" She quickly shook her head in agreement.

"It will also never go any further than you being on your knees in front of me." He warned her, killing off any hopes that she might of had. Her body language shifted she was no longer open, her arms wrapped themselves around her waist, as she stood there almost feeling embarrassed about her previous s****l activity. "That was all I wanted. You can go now."