Tate
“Another man on a chain.”
I put my phone back in the slot in front of me as I continued to run on the treadmill. I ran ten miles every morning, sometimes in the street and sometimes in the gym. I looked around the gym and nodded at the bulky guy two treadmills down from me. He was stocky, but he wasn’t cut like me. A cute blond chick was on a recumbent bike to the left, and I gave her a little nod as she glanced over at me, yet again. She’d looked at me more times than I could count and I knew she was hoping I’d strike up a conversation with her. I’d thought about it when I’d arrived at the gym, but now I was too annoyed.
I picked up my phone again and stared at the text message from my college friend and business partner, Jagger Scott.
Can’t make the bar tonight. Magnolia wants us to go to a pottery class. Have a shot for me.
“A fucking pottery class?”
I rolled my eyes. Jagger was my third friend in two years to have become a pussy just because he was getting some. I had no idea what the hell was going on. We were only thirty, in the prime of our lives. We were supposed to be going out, getting wasted and waking up in strange chicks’ bedrooms like we did in college. Shit, we’d all had a ton of fun in college. I remember one night when I’d gotten ten numbers and had one girl blow me in the bathroom before I’d gone home with her friend. That had been a fun night.
I sighed and scrolled through my phone, trying to figure out who else could be my wingman for the night. The traction on the treadmill increased as it switched to uphill mode, and I stopped looking at my phone in order to concentrate on running.
As I ran, I thought about the note I’d received the day before. I’d found it tucked inside my gym bag, with no idea who had placed it in there or when, as my gym bag traveled with me everywhere. It was obviously from a woman; what man would send me a note saying I thought I was God’s gift to women?
On the other hand, she obviously didn’t know me; if she did, she would know that I actually was God’s gift to women. I chuckled to myself at her comment that every woman didn’t want to sleep with me.
“You obviously want to, though,” I muttered under my breath. Whoever had sent me the letter was clearly someone that wanted me very badly. They want my big cock to give them the orgasm of their life.
I grinned to myself as I ran. I only wished that I knew what she looked like so I could decide if I wanted to sleep with her as well. I increased my pace on the treadmill and looked around. Blondie was staring back at me, fluttering her eyes. I gave her one of my quick smiles and another nod. She was okay, maybe a six. She had a good body, face was just okay. I’d do her if she didn’t go to the same gym as me. Fucking with her would just be asking for trouble. I looked to the right and there was a cute redhead doing squats, her ass practically popping out of yoga pants so tight I could see the outline of her thong. As she stood up, she looked over in my direction, played with her ponytail and bit her lip. I could picture myself pulling her hair as she gave me a blow job.
I looked away from her and focused on my machine. No point getting hard now, nothing I could do about it.
My phone beeped. Another text message from Jagger.
I opened it up, cursed under my breath, and then put my phone back down without responding.
Magnolia wants to know if you want to come over for Sunday lunch? She and the other girls from the office will be there. Let me know. She wants to make a good impression.
“Good impression, my ass.” I shook my head, increased my pace, and resolved to get in the last two miles of my run in twelve minutes. My heart was pumping and sweat was running down my back now. No, I did not want to go to lunch with the five women who worked for me. Now that Jagger was dating—shit, engaged to Magnolia, he had completely lost the ball. Domesticated didn’t even begin to describe him. Back in grad school, we’d partied hard every weekend. I’d thought he was a kindred spirit and had been delighted when he’d invested in my startup. We’d both done well on the stock market, and I valued his input as much as his money. Starting my own company four months ago had been a huge endeavor; on the weekends, I wanted to blow off steam with anonymous women. I didn’t want to be sitting at a table with the five women who worked for me.
Magnolia, Jagger’s fiancée, was a pretty girl with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. She was a very eager employee. She was a copywriter, meant to write the company’s blogs and press releases, though she didn’t really seem to know much about finance. I’d started a new website and an app that helped people figure out the quickest ways to raise their credit scores and manage debt so that they could get to join the 800 Club.
The original name of my company had been Cool Credit, but one of my other employees had gotten Jagger to persuade me to change the name. 800 Club was a better name than Cool Credit, but I wasn’t about to tell Jane Garcia that. She was the employee who’d come up with the new name and was a pain in my ass. Jane was one of those women that seemed to think she was smarter, faster, and holier than everyone else. With her judgmental brown eyes and long black hair, she could have passed for a model, except her breasts were a little too voluptuous and her hips a little too plush. She had the smile of a vixen, with perfect white teeth and pouty pink lips.
Jane Garcia drove me crazy in more ways than one. She was the type of woman who needed to be taught a lesson … and I wanted to be the one to teach it to her.
The fact is, I would have fired her if she hadn’t been so good at her job. We’d gotten off on the wrong foot the day she’d started working for me and nothing had gone right since then. I had to admit she was a good employee, though. In fact, she was probably the best employee I had. The ideas she came up with were creative and forward-thinking, and we’d already implemented most of them into our work plan. That didn’t stop me from wanting to spank her, though, and I’d nearly told her that on more than one occasion. I’d love to see the look on her innocent face if I told her what I’d like to do with her. But there were many reasons why that was a bad idea. One, she was twenty-four years old, and at thirty, I knew better than to mess with girls in their early twenties. Two, she had a fiery attitude, and heaven knew what she would do to me if I had my way with her. And thirdly, she was my employee. I was almost certain she’d sue me for sexual harassment if I even muttered the words “get on the ground and suck my cock,” let alone if I whipped it out in front of her. Unfortunately for me, I had to keep my mouth closed and my cock in my pants … but that didn’t stop me from having wicked thoughts.
“Hey, there, handsome.” A silky voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to see the blonde from the bike in front of me.
“Hey.” I reached forward to press some buttons and lower the speed of the machine.
“Working out hard?” She played with her hair and smiled at me, her blue eyes devouring my sweaty muscles with eagerness.
“Or hardly working,” I said with a conceited smile.
“Funny.” She laughed, throwing her head back and chest forward so that I could examine her certainly large breasts.
“Okay.” I nodded.
“So, I notice you come here a lot.”
“I do.”
“So do I.”
“I guess that’s good for the gym.”
She looked put-off by my response, but I wasn’t happy about having my workout interrupted.
“I bet I can think of another way to work off some calories.” She licked her lips, her long tongue moving quickly back and forth.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She winked and slipped a finger into her mouth and started sucking. “Have you been into the steam room yet today?”
“No.”
“Want to go?” She pulled her finger out of her mouth and I watched as she ran her hands down her breasts and squeezed them for a few seconds. “I know I could make it worth your time.”
“No, thanks.” I shook my head. “Too many germs in there.”
She looked taken aback by my words and her face looked confused as she stood there. “I meant we can go there and have some fun. Maybe I’ll give you a blow job and you can titty fuck me?” She smiled again then, certain that her explicit words would do the trick.
“Like I said, too many germs.” I shook my head and leaned forward to increase the pace on the treadmill again. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a workout to finish.”
She stared at me, her eyes wide with annoyance, as I started running faster on the machine. I knew that I’d been rude, but what had she expected? I mean, I liked easy, uncomplicated fun, but I didn’t like easy women. A little chase made the final kill a lot more worth it. I didn’t need the food—or rather, the lay—to drop at my feet. What fun was that?
“Well, it was nice chatting,” she said finally as she started to walk away from me.
“All right, Plastic Titties,” I said under my breath and chuckled. I wanted to call after her and tell her that I wasn’t a silicon man. I liked big breasts, but I also liked them to jiggle. Her tits had been as solid as rocks as she’d squeezed them. No thanks! I thought to myself. She wasn’t worth the ten minutes in the steam room when I could wax one out in the shower in five without looking at her face. I wondered if my anonymous not-admirer was a member of the plastic brigade or not.
“Shit.”
Plastic Titties might be my secret non-admirer. The note had been left in my gym bag, after all. But then, why would she come up to me all flirtatious-like if she had left me the note? The person who had left me the note obviously didn’t like me very much. Or maybe they liked me too much. Maybe they wanted to suck on my balls but didn’t know how to tell me.
I laughed out loud as I finished the last five minutes of my run. I was pretty sure the only thing they wanted to do with my balls was put them in a blender.
Hot water streamed down my face as I stood in the communal showers, torso forward. I knew that some guys were self-conscious bathing in front of others, usually the guys who weren’t very well-endowed. I didn’t have that problem. I was well-endowed with a trim, muscular body that women admired.
I soaped up my chest and washed my hair, letting the hot water take the tension out of my shoulders. My plans for the night were now out the window because fucking Magnolia Allen wanted to take a pottery class. I didn’t know who I was more pissed at, Magnolia for her boring idea or Jagger for agreeing to it and blowing off our weekly Friday night plans. Granted, he hadn’t been in San Francisco for that long, but when we’d lived in New York City, we’d always gone to a bar on Friday nights. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with friends. We’d have some shots and talk about stocks and football before making small talk with a group of women and homing in on the two that we wanted.
Jagger would tell the story of his childhood love to garner sympathy (though I knew I couldn’t tell Magnolia that), and I’d talk about being the youngest guy at my hedge fund to make a billion dollars in profit for our clients. Women couldn’t stop themselves from fawning over me once they realized I was rich as well as hot.
I grinned as I soaped up my cock. I was feeling horny and wondered if I had time to rub one out. There were only three other guys at the gym, and the chance of one of them walking in and catching me was slim, but I knew better than to risk it. If I was going to get caught in the showers, it would be with someone else—and not Plastic Titties outside, either.
I turned the water temperature all the way down and almost jumped out of my skin when the cold water hit me. Shit! I felt like I’d taken a dip in the Arctic Ocean, but at least my erection was gone. I was going to try to get to the office early today. My employees often gathered in the kitchen to talk, and I loved their salacious gossip, though I would never have admitted that to them. Especially coming from a background in Wall Street where ninety percent of my colleagues had been male, working in an office with all women was a new and different experience for me. Women thought differently and worked differently. I actually enjoyed being in an all-female working environment, even though I hadn’t planned it that way.
Out of my five employees, one, Magnolia, had been chosen for the position by Jagger. The other four had been the best candidates that the agency had found. Magnolia, Jane, Millie, Birdy, and Olivia were all excited about my startup, and I truly felt like they were doing everything they could to help make 800 Club a success. Even if half of them rubbed me the wrong way.
Well, if I was honest, it was only Jane who rubbed me the wrong way—and not the sort of rubbing I enjoyed … asides from on the first day. On the first day, she had quite literally rubbed me. I grinned at the memory. Maybe it was because she had teased me on her first day that I was so antsy around her. I turned the shower off and headed to my locker.
I pulled out my duffel bag and unzipped it, images from Jane’s first day in the office flooding my mind. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on my face. It had been an unfortunate day, but funny all the same. It wasn’t like I’d planned it. Not that that really mattered, of course, but still, the fact that she’d played along for a few minutes had been gold. My cock twitched, and I leaned back against the locker as memories of that day flooded in.