Chapter 2: Darren

Now that I'm back in the city, I realize that I should have got her name.  Oh well, she is just a number in the scheme of things and I probably will never see her again anyways.  There is just one thing bothering me about that woman.  When we touched, I felt electricity course through my veins.  Honestly, that is something I have never felt before with anyone.

Matter of fact, I need to get her out of my system and one of the secretaries downstairs wants to meet me for a drink tonight.  I intend to make her bow down to me and pray.  After I get done with her, she won't remember ever being with another man.  Who knows, maybe she will worship me.  I let out a hearty laugh at that thought.  

The tow truck driver lets me off at the door and I give him a smile, "Hey, thanks man.  Hope you have a good rest of your day."  I turn around and I'm met by Celeste, who seems to be in a not so good mood.  

"What are you doing out so early?  Or is this out late?  I honestly can never tell with you."  She taps her foot and I watch as she crosses her arms under those perky breasts.  Celeste is a milf that I have done a couple times in my apartment building. Her soft skin and appealing curves made me want to fuck her until I dropped, but she got too needy for my taste.  The way she is looking at me tells me that she better get an answer now or there will be hell to pay.

"Well, if you must know.  I got stuck out in the middle of butt fuck nowhere and had to get a tow truck.  I hit a deer and then my cell phone died, so I had to wake up some lady and wait to get back here.  Talk about bored out of my skull."  I place my hand firmly on her shoulder, leaning in and towering over her with my almost seven feet, just to make sure she knows that I'm the one in control.

With a low growl, "Look, I hate to cut this short, but I really need to get a few hours of shut eye before I have to be in the office."  I give her the don't mess with me look and start to walk past her.  

From behind me I hear her following me.  "I'm sorry Darren.  I just haven't heard from you in awhile and I could have sworn that you are trying to ignore me.  Please forgive me.  Can I see you tonight?"

I turn to face her, "Look, I am busy tonight and I told you before that what we had was just for a couple of laughs.  You need to get over it."  She tries to grab my hand, but I stop her and leave. 

When I finally get to the elevator, I pull out my key and wait for the doors to open.  I can hear her behind me crying and I ignore her.  If I turn around, she will just think that she has a chance.  There is no room in my life for a woman who is clingy and needs a man to be there for her.  Between the company and my sexual proclivities I have my hands full.

I hear the elevator stop and the doors open.  Only after stepping inside and the doors close, do I finally let my guard down.  I hope that with three hours of sleep, I can perform my job today.  If I remember right, I have an appointment with the owner at 10.  That should give me enough time to print out the earnings for the month and highlight the gross.

Stepping out, I see the door to the penthouse in front of me.  "Thank goodness."  I say under my breath and walk over to it.  

I open the door and I'm pleasantly surprised to see that the housekeeper was thoughtful enough to leave a bag of donuts on the table for me, along with a note.  Absentmindedly, I cast it aside and remove a donut from the bag.  I take it with me to the bedroom after discarding my shoes and suit jacket.  

Sitting down on the bed, I shove the donut in my mouth and pull off my socks.  Mmm.  That's good.  I must remind myself to thank Ms. DiAngelo for them.  I smile and after finishing the donut, slide my suit pants off and place them on the chair at the end of the bed.  My Calvin Klein's hang on my hips, because I haven't been eating very much lately and I am definitely starting to lose mass.

Mental note.  Get some protein shake powder at GNC and buff back up, before I look like a prepubescent twelve year old.  On that thought, I have to laugh.  I honestly don't think I could ever look like that again.  At almost seven foot, there isn't any twelve year old that comes close.

After taking my shirt off and grabbing a drink of water from the bathroom, I'm ready for bed.  I glance over at the nightstand and take note that it is almost four thirty.  If I don't go to sleep now, there will be no point. 

Trying to sleep, I roll on my side and find myself thinking about the woman from tonight.  Why her?  It's not like she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met, or even close.  I would call her average in my book.  Big breasts, curvy and certainly not my usual type.  Definitely not a city girl and yet when I think about her my cock is as stiff as a steel rod.

Rolling over again, I soon realize that if I don't relieve myself, I won't be able to sleep at all.  I think about the way she tasted in my mouth and her pussy clenching my fingers and it is all I need as an aid jacking off.  As soon as I grab him, I feel the come dripping off the tip.  A few strokes and I climax so hard that I yell out into the darkness.

When the aftershocks stop, I get out of bed and clean up.  With barely open eyes, I slide back into bed and fall asleep.  All throughout the next couple of hours, I dream of her and the things I would do to her.