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Billie Thompson - Headhunter - Part 2 |
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By Nigel McParr
Billie had always tried to keep her professional activities separated from her personal life. She did this because she knew better; it was why Derek Hallstrom had not been able to get into her pants. Now, she found herself slipping into an easy dating rhythm with Evan. Nothing complicated, an occasional ball game, a movie, a Lake front music fest. She gently introduced him to the social skills she thought he was lacking and coached him in demeanor and dress. Those inscrutable gray-eyed looks he gave her drove her nuts. What the hell was he thinking? Still, she pressed on. She reminded him he could do so much better. Perhaps he ought to consider switching to a new job, one of the heavy hitters, one of the big downtown firms. Whenever she brought it up, he’d look at her with that maddening expressionless gaze and say he liked the company he worked for and intended to remain loyal to them. After all, he explained, they’d taken a big chance with him when he was still a youngster and they had hired him right out of college. Billie knew better than to push. She sensed the real reason for not wanting to leave his current employment was his insecurity, his hidden fears, his lack of social skills. His employer was his security blanket. And she was bent on changing that.
Derek Hallstrom MIS Systems CEO called her. He got right to the point. “How is it going with Evan? Are you close to signing him? Don’t forget the signing bonus. Does he know who you are?” Billie let him run then gave him an exasperated sigh. “Derek, I am working on it. I have to move very slowly. Evan’s like a deer in my headlights. One faux pas and he’s gone for good.” “Keep on him. Do not screw it up. I want him in my company!” “Asshole,” she muttered, shutting off her cell and throwing it into her purse.
Billie could not deny Evan was beginning to grow on her. One night late she lay in bed with her eyes scrunched shut and her knees drawn up. What she called her “naughty knob” vibrator was buried deep in her singing wet pussy. In that delicious darkness, Evan’s spirit hovered over her, wearing that damnable enigmatic smile, watching her while she roller coasted herself through purely selfish ecstasy. She finally felt so guilty she cut short the session. It was as if she owed that pleasure to him and had no business doing it herself. Her need for him surfaced like an atomic sub, leaving her awash in overwhelming wanton lust and sadness. She didn’t sleep much the rest of that night.
She was able to see beyond his awkward geekiness now. With her help, he was becoming a well-dressed well-spoken dude. She introduced him to friends in Chicago’s downtown club scene. Her girlfriends loved his soft-spoken demeanor, said he was a gorgeous catch. He did surprisingly well in social scenes, holding his own, sharing, and laughing. Migod, she thought, he’s coming out of his shell. She hoped she could land him. Watching him in clubs, she saw he didn’t seem too taken with her friends in their tight designer jeans and revealing low cut tops. Perhaps it was time for her to show him some real skin. See how he reacted. She took him to blues joints, the clubs on State Street; where he began to relax, have a few drinks. He even danced with her. The drinks loosened him up, allowed him to dance frantically, showing her a wild side she had not seen before. Turned out he was a fantastic on the dance floor. She even managed to get in some pubic rubs where she realized he was as rock-hard as she was wet. One night, he got pretty tipsy. Instead of taking him home as she usually did and poured him into bed, she took him to her place to stay the night. He was still feeling the brandy and didn’t resist her as she guided him into her bedroom. He was giggling softly to himself and smiling down at her as she knelt on the floor and unzipped his jeans. His cock was pale and flaccid when she took it out. She could feel it twitch as she teased it awake and gently skinned him back. “Wh-What are you doing, Billie?” he murmured without a trace of protest. “What do you think?” “It…f-feels…mmm…good.” She laughed. His cock was swelling now, growing huge. She’d never in a million years thought he’d be this big…Jee-zuz, she had never had a guy this big. Her first thought was he’s still drunk. Use him for stud service. Get him in bed and screw him blind. Satisfy her own raging hormones and to hell with him. In a trice, her business instincts intervened. Do that and she’d scare him off forever. She’d cock up the deal and her biggest client would simply fire her. Doing something that selfish would really fuck up the work she’d done so far not to mention her future earnings. No, it clearly wasn’t the way to go. Be gentle, she reminded herself. Be loving, quiet, simple. Forget about herself. Just make this slightly drunk boy supremely happy. Hopefully, in the morning when he awoke beside her, he would remember what she’d done. He was so damn big and hard, she had to use both hands to hold and kiss the swollen head before she worked it into her mouth. “Omigod,” she gulped as he responded with another silly giggle…
Saturday morning sunlight had just begun to backlight the bedroom blinds when Billie opened her eyes. Evan lay asleep beside her, snoring softly. She ignored his open mouth and used the moment to run her finger down his cheek. God, he was beautiful. She could have climbed on top of him and ridden his breathtaking cock all the way to glory land. She shamed herself and fought off the temptation. Even though she had breached another wall, she knew it wasn’t the right time, not yet. She rolled away from him and stared at the ceiling. So Billie the big shot was infatuated…or was she? That was the 64K question and it gnawed at and irritated her. She had never before fallen for a guy. She’d always prided herself on not losing herself. Always be in control had been her mantra. It was the safest way or so she thought until now.
Take a risk, you freakin’ idiot!
She swung her long legs over the side of the bed. “No and fuck you!” she muttered as she padded into the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she thought, I cannot take that risk. However, she couldn’t stop the feeling, the vision of that great huge cock, and she knew it. Her preoccupation with him was growing. If she let him, he would fuck her. She knew that now. He was still shy and reserved, but clearly desperate to play in her garden. She had to keep him interested and at the same time close the loop on recruiting him for Derek. A delicate dance, which made her wonder how in the hell she was going to manage it. She was not going to let him into her pants – not yet. For the moment, if not overjoyed, Evan seemed okay with that. However, she still had to recruit him. That was paramount and maybe it was the whole point. She wondered how she might broach that topic. While she strategized over how to reel him in, she decided she would play on his emotions and simply relish her newfound love…if that’s what it really was.
She could dress up or down from either end of her wardrobe. Sometimes she wore mom jeans, loose-fitting tops or a full skirt and a bust-minimizing bra. Other times to keep Evan where she wanted him, she’d put on a tailored black dress with a low vee-neckline or skin-tight indigo designer jeans and a soft clingy top that set off her unsupported breasts and let her erect nipples show. A few days later, she picked him up and took him down to Navy Pier for an afternoon of walking the boardwalk and eating everything in sight. She wore heels, a stretchy top, and a denim mini-skirt. The top had a high neckline that didn’t show her breasts. It didn’t have to. The ponderous jiggle and fulsome sway of her navel-deep breasts beneath her top and her gorgeous long legs were quite enough to keep Evan in line. That afternoon for the first time, he revealed a bit of himself. He slipped his hand into hers. The warmth, the solid feel of his palm, electrified her. Her nipples hardened at his touch. She imagined his hardened cock filling her mouth again, a living pulsating organ with a life of its own. She decided right then and there, it was time to move on. She would have to change her panties when she got home, which on balance was a small price to pay.
That evening over wine and marbled steaks at Gibson’s, Billie again broached the subject of Evan’s employment. “Look, she said, “With your computer and software smarts we both know you could do so much better. You could be earning more than you ever dreamed. Why not go for it?” Evan laid down his fork and stared at her with a look she had not seen before. “Billie, you sound like my mother. She’s been after me, too. There is no way I’m switching jobs! No way will that happen. It upsets me you would even think I’d consider it. I’m not qualified. I like my present company. They took me in right out of college. They trained me, suffered through my bonehead mistakes. I really like it where I’m at. Why do you keep on bringing this up?” Seeing the hurt and frustration in Evan’s eyes, Billie knew she’d hit the wall and had better turn left real quick. “Alright, Evan, I hear you…It’s time I told you the truth. MIS Systems hired me to recruit you. At first, it was strictly business. I’d introduce you to the right people; teach you how to act on a higher social plane, and then spirit you away to the land of mega bucks.” “That was the plan?” he said, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, that’s not how it turned out. I’ve come to like you, Evan; I mean I really like you. Our relationship is so much more now than just a business thing. I’m an executive recruiter. I own my business and my focus is MIS people.” She smiled. “I even have a part-time executive assistant.” “You’re a head hunter, Billie, plain and simple. Let me guess. You’re working with software giant MIS Systems.” She nodded. “They are my biggest client. Derek Hallstrom, MIS Systems CEO wants desperately to bring you on board.” He leveled her with his incredulous gaze. “I’m really shocked and really pissed, Billie. You deceived me. I had thought you and I were actually becoming a number. “Shit!” he said, banging the table, breaking the murmured conversations and lifting heads around them. “I thought you actually liked me for who I was. I sure as hell have or had feelings for you.” Billie studied her half-eaten steak and wished she had never met Derek Hallstrom. Her appetite had disappeared. She took a long sip of wine before she spoke. “I’m sorry, Evan. Honestly and truly sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. If I have, I am so very sorry. At first, I must confess it was strictly business. How can I get you in Derek’s employ? That was my quest. The ploy with the lap top, the virus…all bullshit.” “And then?” Evan demanded. “And then things changed…I mean I still had to recruit you. I couldn’t afford not to. MIS Systems is my biggest client. They pay my bills. I need the money” Billie lowered her eyes. “At the same time, I have come to realize there was something else going on, something vibrant and exciting between us that has nothing to do with that goddamn business relationship. Why do you think I unzipped your jeans? Why do you think I let you sleep with me?” When she lifted her eyes and looked into his, her mascara was streaking and running. “Do you honestly think I routinely do that with my clients?” Evan stared back at her, unsure now of what to say. “You should know me well enough by now, Evan. You do know me well enough. What I did to you has nothing to do with getting you into MIS Systems.” Blushing furiously, she lowered her eyes again, waited, and hoped. Evan didn’t speak for a long moment. When he opened his mouth, she could hear the underlying anger. “I know I’m awkward and lack certain social graces. However, I dreamed about you, Billie. I trusted you. I opened up to you. Now I see it’s all about the money. I’m sorry. I think I should leave now.” Billie watched stunned and speechless as Evan rose from his chair. The next morning she could not recall how she had gotten home.
The ensuing weeks passed slowly. Derek Hallstrom continued to bug the hell out of Billie. What the fuck was happening, he demanded. Billie was on a downer. She felt terrible about letting Evan slip through her fingers. She had let him down, lost him, and felt like a failure. When she told Derek Evan wasn’t coming to work for him, he let her have it. She thought about telling him to go to hell, but then reconsidered. Eating crow made more sense than losing all of his business. After hanging up the phone, she stared out the window and decided she had nothing to lose. She would call Evan tonight. After all, what could he say – screw you?
Hands shaking, she scrolled to Evan’s number on her cell phone and punched the green button. He sounded terribly despondent when he picked up. “Hey,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant even though her heart was racing. “The weather is supposed to be gorgeous Saturday. There’s a world-class blues festival going on the Lakefront - the one we talked about at Grant Park. Knowing you love blues…well…I mean…I just thought… you might want to go.” She held her breath and waited. His voice lifted ever so slightly. “Nothing has changed, you know.” “I-I understand that. I promise not to bring it up.” “Well…alright…okay…sure.” “It’s going to be jammed. Can you be ready by eleven?” “Yup.” “I’ll pick you up.”
Billie showed up in a huge straw hat, over-sized sunglasses, flip-flops, hip-hugging jean shorts, and a cotton halter. The skimpy halter left her small waistline and arcs of her hips bare and scarcely contained her big bouncing breasts. Every movement defined her full bottom cheeks and luscious thighs, and set her massive breasts into fabulous jiggling motion. It had been years since she’d displayed this much spectacular cleavage and bold fat nipple outline. With a practiced eye, she ignored the ogling crowd and simply gauged Evan’s reaction. At least, she decided, that part of him had not changed. It was a hot bright sunny day. When they finally found a parking place, the park grounds were already packed. Looking around her, Billie gauged her competition. There was plenty of eye candy: jean shorts, legs, boobs, tight jeans, some great butts. Lots of pretty young women and women her age. Still, she thought, I can hold my own. She had one thing they didn’t - Evan who was now holding her hand as they made their way through the crowd to the Lake. When she bent to spread their blanket on the grass, she looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on her breasts and stunning cleavage. “I’m still sorry, Evan, and I mean it. I was a perfect shit through all of this. Sometimes, I get too aggressive in my business activities. This was definitely one of those times.” “Look, Billie, as far as I’m concerned, that’s behind us now. I got a little carried away too.” He sat down on the blanket and opened two beers. As he handed her an icy can, she could almost feel the fondling caress of his eyes on the pendulous motion of her breasts. She knew she would have fucked him right there if he’d asked her. “Truce, Billie? Let’s just listen to the music and have a silly good time.” The first band was up, playing a funky staccato beat. She watched him sway to the music and wondered, tried to imagine, what was going on in his jeans. She was so wet now she hoped it didn’t show through her denim shorts. The mere sight of him was creaming her.
She heard then didn’t hear the bands. They ate the picnic lunch she had packed. They drank a couple bottles of Liebfraumilch. The hours flew by. In the sweet light of the setting sun, there was a lot of kissing and groping going on around them. Evan had closed his eyes and was listening intently. He reminded her of a carved marble statue she’d seen in a museum. Even with his eyes closed, she knew he was watching her, taking in every delicious movement. His attention strengthened and excited her. I am woman, she sang to herself. He was trying unsuccessfully to hide his excitement at being so close to her. She didn’t care now. She took his hand and could feel his need and discomfort. She put his palm on her breasts. When his eyes opened, she smiled and kissed him. His eyes engulfed her as his fingertips ran over the hardness of her nipples. “Let’s go to your house,” she whispered. “I want to spend this night in your bed.” He laughed nervously. “It’s not clean. It’s a total mess.” Billy ignored his blush. “That’s not important.”
She made a game of it as she helped him put clean sheets on the bed, showed him how to make hospital corners. He grinned at as she leaned over the bed, her grand breasts swaying ponderously, practically falling out of her halter. “God, you are something, Billie.” She smiled back at him, looked down at her exposed breasts, and then back up at him with shining bright eyes, encouraging him. Rain began to pelt the windows. “We just made it,” she giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl about to lose her virginity. She studied him with wide eyes filled with desire. “Would you like to kiss me or them?” “Both and much more,” he murmured as he put his hands at her waist and cupped the arcs of her hips. He held her for a moment then ran his hands over her tight-jeaned backside. When he pulled her closer she parted her lips, opened her mouth wide, and met his mouth with hers. She hoped he could smell the lavender scent, her favorite. As their lips came together, she felt his shudder. She prayed he wouldn’t come in his jeans. She wanted all of him inside her. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and began to tease. While he continued to kiss her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, she pressed his hands into the pillowy resilient warmth of her breasts. The erect posture of her nipples aroused both of them. “Oh mercy,” he whispered as her undid her halter and her huge breasts spilled into his eager hands. “Migod...” “I love it when it rains…” She dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. “Dammit, Evan, you’re even bigger than the last time. What has your momma wrought?” she was talking and tugging to free his huge cock of his jeans. She finally got it into her hands. It took both of her hands to manage and contain it. In the soft light, the domed head of his cock emerged from the wrap of her fingers and shone like a beacon. She could see the first wet glimmerings leaking from its eye. In a faux southern drawl, she murmured, “Evan, How in de world you expect to fit this big thing between mah legs…I swear.” Her mouth opened wide as she positioned the turgid cock head between her lips. Her cheeks drew taut as she worked him into her mouth. She felt him shiver, encouraging her to work her magic. He looked down at her tousled hair covering her face and let himself go. He was in her hands now, her care, and she could do whatever she wanted. She began to draw him out. Moments later when they were in bed and she lay beside him, she let him hold her. “I am sorry, Evan,” she whispered to the accompaniment of the rain on the windows. “I never meant it to come to this. To hell with MIS Systems. I’ll tell Derek Hallstrom I’m through. Let’s just be friends you and I.” He smiled into the darkness. He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her with as much love as raw passion. Billie melted in his embrace. She became his. She cried with a desperate need as he ran his hands over her face, her breasts, her pussy, her thighs. He was rabid now and she encouraged him to continue. “Evan, take me! For god’s sake please fuck me…front and back!” It may have been what he wanted to hear. She had no idea and didn’t care. Evan took charge. He gently drew down her panties. She could feel his fingers shaking. “Evan!” she screamed. “More! Hurry up.” She was lost now on a sea of desire without a trace of fear. She no longer cared what he might do to her. She was his and she loved him. He arranged her nakedness on the clean sheet. She watched him strip and climb back into bed. She moaned as he spread her thighs wide and laid himself between them. His cock was straining, full of life, fat and erect. Her eyes were wet with submission and love. He looked down at her and laughed to himself. “It’s about time, Billie that I get to use my cock for something other than my personal pleasure. I’ve wanted you since the day we met. From that day you first knocked on my door, I was determined to get you into bed and teach you a lesson.” “What do you mean…a lesson?” “Look, I knew what you were after from the very beginning. Your contact in my company is also a friend of mine. We were in college together. She filled me in.” Billie turned scarlet. “Shit,” she whispered. “Evan…you knew all along?” Evan looked down at her and shrugged. “I can’t tell you how many head hunters have tried to recruit me. Compared to you they were all rank amateurs.” “You bastard!” she began to beat her fists on his bare chest. “Hey, you started it. I will admit it was kind of difficult playing dumb. You are so much smarter, so unlike the others. All they could think of was their fees. Money isn’t what makes me tick, Billie. Computers make me tick.” I won’t lie to you. If you hadn’t called me, I would have called you.” “I’ll be damned.” “Don’t look at me like that, Billie. When the others tried to recruit me, I’d just screw them and send them on their way. It serves them right for trying to make money with my career. But, you, girl, oh you are different - something else altogether. I really like you, Billie. Truth be told for the very first time in my life I’ve never felt this way. Hell, I don’t know…” “Evan,” she gasped. “Don’t talk. Just get that fat cock of yours moving in the right direction.” She lifted her hips into him, inviting him, begging him with every fiber of her being to force himself into her. He moved slowly, gently insinuating, sending shiver after shiver through her. As his huge cock slid into her, she willed this moment to last forever. “Evan…Evan, I-I had no idea.” He bent and took her nipple into his mouth. “O-o-o-g-h!” She was barely conscious of his muted pleasure laugh as he drove deep into her, transforming her into a screeching frenzy. “I’ve never…Billie…I want to butt-fuck you. Are you up to that?” “Oh, Christ, Evan, you don’t have to ask. I’ll do whatever you want.” He cupped her pillowy breasts in his hands then and buried his face between them. It was the most glorious night of Billie’s life.
Weeks later, Evan agreed to meet with MIS Systems CEO Derek Hallstrom. During those interviews, he discovered working in a much larger corporation not only meant a lot more money but also an opportunity to work on the cutting edge of his career field. Derek offered him twice his salary, a lucrative stock option, and profit sharing. Aside from the money, which didn’t mean that much, Evan saw a chance to work with the best software minds in the country. Still, he wasn’t sure. He agonized over leaving the firm, which had taken him in as a rookie and treated him so well. He wondered if he was up to the task of taking on a complex new logistics software project. Could he do it? What if he failed? Billie encouraged him to make the jump. She was no longer in it for the money. Unbeknownst to Evan, she had already told Derek she would not accept his fee if Evan came on board. At that same time, Derek offered to hire her as an HR consultant. She would remain free to head hunt as long as she didn’t tread on his toes. Over dinner one night, Evan looked deep into her eyes. “I’m going to do it, Billie. God knows if I’ll make it, but I’m going to give it a try.” Billie slid her hand over his. “It’s the right decision, Evan. Tonight, you call the shots…whatever you want.” Evan looked across at her and grinned that lop-sided smile she’d grown to love.
Billie was standing at the back of the cherry paneled meeting room, doing her best to blend into the background; scarcely breathing she was so nervous. She watched Evan walk to the podium. He looked the part now, impeccably dressed and groomed. He had gained a little weight, added a touch of gray at his temples. But, then, so had she. Evan was chairing a design review meeting in the glass-walled client conference room set against the epic backdrop of the Chicago skyline and Lake Michigan. Derek Hallstrom was watching him, silently. She thought he was as amazed as she was at his transformation and success. Every dime well spent, he’d told her. Their clients clearly admired and respected Evan’s incredible intellect. While Evan was speaking, he glanced back at her and she read his thoughts. As always, he was multi-tasking. In the front of his mind, he was speaking easily, eloquently to the client, never pausing or missing a beat. At the same time, Billie knew Evan was thinking of his bride, plotting what he might do to her tonight when he got her home. She could hardly wait…
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