“Sir, you wanted to see me.”
“Tracey, come on in.” I crossed my legs and smiled after I sat in front of Mr Wynn. “Mark received terrible news yesterday. His dad passed away.”
“Oh, my.”
“Yes, he’s distraught and had to go on compassionate leave.” He looked down at the desk, shook his head and looked more upset about Mark’s absence than his dad’s death. “The Lux Jocks campaign is in two days.”
“Right.”
“Since Mark can’t make it, we need a replacement. I was hoping that you would do it,” he said and clenched his teeth.
I wasn’t sure if he really wanted me to go or was hoping that I would decline the offer. “That would be a huge honour, sir.”
He smiled with compressed lips. “Great. I’ll have Mark forward you his Powerpoint presentation. Make sure you’re prepared. The Lux Jocks campaign is extremely important to us. You know that Mark was successful in winning the campaign for the last seven years.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve already got enough grief from the board about other matters. Make sure you don’t give me another headache.”
“I’ll do my best,” I said and smiled.
“We’ll get your tickets booked today, and call Hans at the Munich branch and introduce yourself.”
“Hans? The guy that Mark complained about every year after his trip?”
“Yes. He has to be there to translate anything that the German executives might not understand if you get too technical.”
“Okay. I’ll do that right away.” I walked to the door and turned around. “And thank you for the opportunity, sir.”
He glanced at me and cracked a smile before lowering his gaze to the file in front of him. I’ll show him. Not only will I get the campaign, but he’ll ask me to do it again next year.
I walked to my desk and dialled the Munich branch. “May I speak to Hans, please?”
“One moment. I’ll put you through.”
“Hello,” said a man.
“Hi, I’d like to speak to Hans?”
“Of course you would. Everyone does. It’s me, babe.”
I frowned. “Good morning, Hans. My name is Tracey McGregor. I’m calling from headquarters.”
“Yes. What can I do you for?”
My forehead wrinkled as I revealed my teeth. “I wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I’m coming instead of Mark.”
“All right. Hope you’re quite a looker.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I’m just pulling your leg, babe, or I wish I was,” he said and laughed obnoxiously.
“Oh-kay. I’ll be in Munich on Thursday night, and I’ll see you on Friday morning for the presentation.”
“Hope so, if I still have a job by then. Hahahahahah. Check you later, babe.”
I slammed the phone and grimaced from feeling squeamish.
The following morning, the aftertaste of the scrambled eggs bubbled up in my mouth and made me stand up and run to the bathroom. Fortunately, I recovered by the time I got there, so I looked at myself in the mirror. What a disgusting, unprofessional pig. Can’t believe I have to work with him. Just keep it together, Tracey. Keep your eyes on the prize. I adjusted my tight skirt and tucked my black hair behind my ear.
Mark’s email came through as I was making dinner. I read the presentation after the meal and understood why he managed to get the campaign for so many years. I rehearsed the presentation easily ten times and recited it in my car the following morning.
“You’re ready?” asked Mr Wynn as I walked past his office.
“Yes, sir. I’ve got the presentation memorised word for word.”
“Don’t disappoint me.”
I rehearsed again about another three times when I got home that night and twice on the plane the following day. I landed in Munich at six pm and got to the hotel an hour later.
While unpacking, I remembered that I had completely forgotten about Elaine. It must’ve been my determination to win that made me forget about my high school friend, so I picked up the phone. “Hey, you. It’s Tracey.”
“Tracey. Oh, my God. Haven’t heard from you in months. What you been up to?”
“Working. Sorry that I’ve been so quiet. I’ve been busy. You know how it is.”
“I know that you’re obsessed with your job and dedicate too much time to it. Where are you now? What you up to?”
“About that. I’m actually in Munich.”
As she shrieked, I flinched and moved the phone away from my ear. “You serious?”
“Yes. I’ve got a presentation in the morning, then I leave at night.”
“What? So short? We have to see each other, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“When?” I asked.
“Tonight. I have to attend a friend’s bachelorette party, and it would be great to see you there.”
“I don’t know. It’s not exactly my scene.”
“Mine neither, but who cares? It’s for one night, and if I don’t see you tonight, then when?”
“I guess. It would be nice to see you after all this time…All right. Send me the address.”
Her text came through two minutes later, and I saw that it was a male strip club after Googling it. That was the last place I ever thought that I’d go to, but life is full of surprises. The thought of seeing half-naked, muscular men got me excited. God knew that it had been years since I had a good night out or an orgasm for that matter. Elaine was right about me dedicating pretty much most of my time to my work, but I loved it.
I arrived at the club in high heels, a white dress that reached above my knees and revealed my right shoulder. While paying the cover charge, I heard women screaming. I walked inside and saw a stripper in the middle of the dancefloor, with women surrounding him and clapping. Elaine stood up and waved.
I scuttled to her and embraced her as we swayed from left to right. “It’s so good to see you, my dear friend,” she said. “I’m glad you made it.”
“I couldn’t come into town and not see my Elaine.”
She grabbed my hand and escorted me to the table before introducing me to the bachelorette and her friends. While talking to them, I looked at the floor and saw a woman on her knees, giving a stripper a blow job. Oh, my God. What goes on in these types of places? A part of me was shocked, but the other part was excited, hoping that something exciting would happen to me.
Five strippers ran out onto the floor and got the ladies excited. I turned my head back to our circle and saw a divine human being. He was tall, had brown hair, a six-pack and a chest that looked chiselled out of stone. A vein ran through his bicep, and his triceps stuck out. I couldn’t even try to hide my smile.
He started dancing by the bachelorette but swiftly made his way to me. His hips swayed as he grabbed my hand and ran it down his abdomen. It felt amazing, and I wanted to touch him more. He turned around while holding my wrist, and he put my hands on his ass. The rest of the table cheered and gestured that I should spank his ass. They applauded after I did.
The stripper grabbed my wrists, raised me to my feet and put my hands around his neck. When he looked at my lips, I knew that he wanted to kiss me. I think he knew that I was shy when I looked down, so he grabbed my hand and pulled me. I looked back at Elaine and saw her gesture that I should go with him.
He pulled me backstage and scooped me into his arms. “Wait, this is crazy. I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t even know your name,” I said.
“Bobby,” he said before his lips crashed into mine.
He carried me to a dressing room and locked the door. I sat on a chair and watched him undress before he pointed at the floor. I presumed that he wanted me to kneel in front of him, so I did, then grabbed his cock. It was so hard and looked delicious. I looked up at him and smiled, and he nodded. I shoved it into my mouth and rubbed his balls, then heard him groan.
Bobby clutched my hair and pulled me to my feet. I thought that was a bit rude, but I figured it was part of foreplay.
After he undressed me, he sat on the chair and pulled me towards him, so I sat on top of him and wrapped my legs around. He inserted his dick inside me, and I put my arms around his neck. His dick pounded my g-spot. My mouth was open but my eyes closed as I felt pleasure that I hadn’t felt before.
He had his hands on my lower back as I screamed and experienced the best orgasm I ever had. Bobby grabbed my waist to suggest that I should slow down the bobbing. While he sucked my nipple and stroked my back, I ran my hand through his hair. He knew how to use his mouth, tongue and dick.
As he thrust, I sputtered screams. He sped up the pace, making me crane my head up and bounce. I looked down at him and saw him grimace just before he unloaded in me.
I got dressed and went back to the table. Elaine kept looking at me with a smile, but I looked down at my purse and pretended to hear my phone ring, so I took it out. I saw that Hans had sent me a message earlier in the evening to ask if we could meet an hour before the pitch to discuss the presentation. I replied that I thought it was a good idea.
The following morning, my head pounded like I had the worst hangover. That usually happened when I was stressed before a big occasion, but I kept it buried in my subconscious to avoid admitting it to myself.
My shoulders were tense and smiling felt like a chore. I made the mistake of taking a hot shower because it warmed my blood and made me want to go back to bed.
I got to the boardroom on time and slumped into the chair. My eyelids lowered involuntarily, and my body begged me to shut it down. I peered at the man who walked into the boardroom, then opened my eyes and leapt out of the chair. “Oh, my God. What are you doing here?”
“Hey, babe. What are the chances of this?” He asked with a cheeky smile.
“Bobby, what are you doing here?”
“It’s me, Hans.”
I frowned. “What? You said your name is Bobby.”
“That’s my dancing name. We don’t give out our real names.”
My fingers pressed my temple, and I tightly squeezed my eyes closed. “No, this can’t be happening. How is this possible? How could you be a stripper and work for Global Ads?”
“I told you that I might not have a job soon, so I got that gig recently in case they gave me the boot. I’m not exactly the boss’s favourite.”
“Yeah, I figured that when we spoke on the phone.”
“What’s the harm? We had fun, and now, we’re gonna do a presentation and go our separate ways. Don’t look so stressed.”
“Well, I am.” Hans stepped behind me. “What are you doing?”
“Just relax,” he said and squeezed my shoulders. I closed my eyes and felt the tension subside the longer that he massaged me. “You know what would make you feel really good?”
“What?” I asked.
“A good bang.”
“What?” I asked because I was curious about what he had in mind.
“There are private bathrooms in the basement parking. Nobody goes there. Let’s go for a quickie. It will put a smile on your face so that you can be perky for the presentation.”
Hearing him say that was enough to put a smile on my face. “Are you sure?” I asked to avoid appearing like a desperate slut, not because I cared if he was.
“Of course.”
“All right. You go ahead, and I’ll keep a few metres distance behind so that it doesn’t look like we’re going in there together. Just in case.”
After we got inside, Hans pinned me against the wall and banged the living crap out of me. He was right about restoring my smile. As I got dressed, I said, “You go ahead. I’ll come out in a few minutes. I don’t want to risk it.”
I was putting my shoes on as he walked out, and I heard a key turn in the door. That was strange. I walked to the door and grabbed the handle, only to discover that the door was locked. What the hell? I pulled the handle again because I thought the door was jammed, but it didn’t budge. I banged on the door and shouted, “Let me out. Somebody, please. Help me get out.”
Banging on the heavy door for the next half an hour did nothing but bruise my hand. I continued banging with my other hand for about fifteen minutes, but nobody heard me.
The janitor opened the door four hours later. I ran up to the boardroom and saw that it was empty, so I walked to Hans’ desk after the secretary guided me.
I got up in his face. “What the hell was that all about?”
“What?”
“You locked me inside the bathroom, you ass.”
“Sorry, babe.”
“What do you mean, sorry, babe?”
“I wanted to impress my boss because I’m on my last leg with him, so I thought it would be best if I did the presentation.”
“You’re such an ass. Ugh!” I shook my head with clenched teeth. “How did it go? Were they happy?”
“No. They walked out after twenty minutes because they said I didn’t know what I was talking about and that I wasted their time. Hahahahaha.”
“This isn’t funny, you dweeb.”
“Come on. Lighten up, babe,” he said and put his hand on my shoulder.
I smacked his hand away.
My phone rang. “Hello.”
“Tracey. It’s Mr Wynn.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I just received a call from the Lux Jocks executives. They said that you didn’t even show up, and Hans had to cover for you.”
“Sir, I was on my way and -.”
“You’re fired!”