Part 1

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[Part 1]

“Daniel, for the last time, no. We are not installing viruses in our software to force people to buy the upgraded software. That is not within our moral means, and I swear I will have your head if you go ahead.” I growled through the phone, unable to believe this. This guy was supposed to by my twin brother!

Years into taking over the company, and he hadn’t grown a single brain cell dedicated to doing business. Granted, his technological expertise had been a great help to the company, but Daniel simply did not have a head for business. I was the one dealing with business, while he dealt with the technical side of the company. Such was our dual-man-show in this company, and Kevin had no complaints when he was shown the sudden spike of sales after we took over from him.

“But, I could just put a teeny bit… people wouldn’t even notice it!” Daniel begged, but what was the point?

“No means no. It’s final. You’re trying to be lazy, and I’m not going to let you do that.” I said seriously, slamming the phone back down on its cradle. Spinning around on my swiveling chair, I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Sometimes, dealing with Daniel was a thousand times harder than dealing with businessmen from all around the world.

My intercom buzzed once, and I sighed, turning around and pressing the button.

“Mr. Kries, your girlfriend is here to see you.” My secretary reported, and I bit back my grin.

“Let her in.” I spoke back, and then lifted my finger off the button, smiling as the door opened. She sashayed in, in her perfect, slutty clothes. Sometimes, I hated how she emphasized her body shape, how she purposefully showed off the roundness of her two lovelies with her clothes. It made me just unable to look at her face.

“My face is up here, Damon.” She put her hands on her hips, leaning to one side in a perfectly slutty movement. I felt myself begin to drool.

“I know, Trish. I can’t help it.” I admitted; my eyes still on the deep, deep valley between her breasts.

“You’re drooling over your table.” She reminded.

“I know. But you’re making me horny.”

“Just by staring at my breasts, Damon? Your tolerance is decreasing.” She said with a frown, as she sashayed to take a seat across the table.

“It has been years.” I reminded, still staring at her mounds. It was awfully rude, but at least she was used to it.

“So you’re saying years make you hornier every time you see me? Will there be a day where you stare at me and just think of having sex?” She crossed her arms over her assets, finally making me bring my eyes up.

“You don’t have to wait for that day. It’s here. You wanna do it now?” I suggested, eyes meaningfully going to the couch. Truth be told, Trish and I had done it a few times in the office. Once, it had been awfully kinky when she pushed me on the table and rode me right on my desk.

“Now you’re being a bad boy, Damon. What happened to working hard?” She scolded, but all the same, she got up from the seat, already unzipping the front of her blouse, setting the restraints to her breasts free.

“I’ll work you hard.” I promised, unbuttoning my suit as I stood up.

I began to make for the couch, but something caught my eye. The full length window showed me the entire span of the city from my office, and there was a continual flash that caught my eye. The white light sparkled at me, grabbing my attention as I stopped in my steps. I squinted, trying my best to see from my office.

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