Feeling good about making up with Craig I walk up to him confidently and wave.
In a very serious Darth Vader voice he says "The enemy approaches." I was a little shocked. Did I read the signs wrong? Were we suddenly not on good terms?
"Loosen up Mr Bezos you look like you just realised Amazon has gone bankrupt." Craig flashes his billion dollar smile and playfully pushes my shoulder. I smile and laugh a little. He really is charismatic, and charming like a car salesman, Elon Musk could learn a thing or 2 from him. He runs his hand through his hair.
"Let's see your presentation Jeff!" he says without missing a beat.
"So here's my masterplan for Applezon" I say and present a powerpoint to him and a few others. Steve wasn't there so I didn't know anyone. When I speak I can't help but notice that Craig doesn't frantically scribble notes on his iPad like his colleagues. Instead he watches me and I catch his eye every so often. When I stumbled on my words, he would give me an encouraging smile.
The next few days breezes by in the Apple headquarters, Craig and I banter and bounce ideas off each other. He's mostly playful but he can be deep and thoughtful when he needs to be. I learn to lighten up a little.
One day Craig and I are deep in the zone, creating and innovating the next great Applezon thing. Craig interrupts me and says "Hey, we should keep discussing these ideas at my house this evening, there's something big and important I need to show you..."
Later that day I rang the doorbell of Craig's glass mansion. I wasn't sure what needed to be urgently discussed at his house specifically but I wasn't complaining. When he finally appeared at the door his famous blue button-down was even more unbuttoned this evening, 1, 2 and 3 buttons were undone which coyly reveal his rock hard pecs. I shook off that image. Now we're here to discuss Applezon prime! Get it together Jeff.
We met and discussed Applezon when I said:
"Well according to predictions this will increase sales by 169% and boost of-" Craig put his hand on my thigh. I stopped in my tracks. Where was this going?
"Meet me in the bedroom in 5" Craig whispered.
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I arrived at the door to the bedroom, the tall wooden door open just a crack, enticing me to enter. I stepped towards it but then stopped in hesitation, wondering if my fantasies were going to become reality, or whether this whole bedroom ploy was just another one of Craig's mind games, another trick to make fun of me to his boys at Apple. But my temptation overtook my doubts, and I continued towards the door, grabbing the handle and entering. There he stood proudly, shockingly, with no shirt on and just his tightly fit dress pants.
"Close the door," he instructed quietly, as I turned around and softly turned the handle and pressed the door into the door frame, as quietly as possible, to try not to arouse suspicion from anyone. Steve couldn't know. As I closed the door, I heard the tinkering of metal behind me before a soft thud of something hitting the floor, and then the brushing of fabric across skin. My pupils turned to the corners of my eyes as I slowly spun around in anticipation, first looking at the floor - there layed a pair of discarded dress pants and a thick brown belt. My pupils dilated at this sight, before my eyes trailed slowly up his muscular legs, finding exactly what I was waiting for. Craig's dick was larger than I ever could have imagined - 10 inches. I felt the saliva pool in my mouth when he removed his boxer shorts, his boner bouncing up and down, enchanting me like a snake. "Fuck me" I mumbled under my breath in disbelief.
"What was that?" Craig asked teasingly
"Nothing..." I gulped back.
"No really, what was that" he said again, with a more serious and dominating tone... it turned me on.
