drakestories: dilferotica: “I can be at your hotel in five minutes.”“David?&rdqu
drakestories: dilferotica: “I can be at your hotel in five minutes.” “David?” It was my old boss, David Forrester, and while I didn’t mean to sound like I was running into an old flame, well, it was exciting to see him after so many years. I’d been just an entry-level B-school grad and now that felt like ages ago. He turned around and it took a half second to click. “Bill Drake? Well son of a gun! Long time, no see. How you doing buddy?” “Living large, sir. Working over at Goldman. They work you to the bone, but the pay’s good.” “Ha, tell me about it. Early retirement’s sounding better and better.” “Still a ways off I’m sure.” “Turning 54 next month.” “Well you look great, David.” That made Forrester get a knowing grin and glint in his eye. “You’re still a suck up, huh, Drake?” I blushed. “I mean it, sir. One hundred percent.” He clapped his hand on my shoulder, my trim cut suit a contrast to his more traditional but well tailored one. “You’re good for my ego, buddy. I don’t know why I didn’t keep you around.” “I don’t think I could have stayed at Harriman, not in that position…” David interrupted. “I don’t mean the job. I mean, you know, as a cocksucker.” His gaze fixed steadily on mine now. This wasn’t the Forrester I knew. The Forrester I knew liked getting blown but wouldn’t talk about it. Now he was blunt and direct and I felt a little off guard. “Then again, I guess I had more scruples then.” His statement intrigued me. “And now?” He cocked his eyebrow. “You sure you want to find out how unscrupulous I am, Drake?” I nodded. “I think I’d like that very much, sir.” He grinned real big and pulled out his phone. “Give me your number.” I did. “All right, I’ll give you a call some time. Good seeing you Drake.” “Good seeing you sir.” -- source link