Mr. President 2(162)

Five seconds later my tablet chimes, telling me that I have a new email.

Taking the tablet, I get up and start walking.

I get to the elevator and head to the 5th floor where Mason's office is.

Yeah, I work on the 18th floor. The executives all sit on the lower floors.

Oh right, that's something that doesn't make sense right? Let me explain it to you. It takes a bit to walk from the elevators as the doors open to get to Mason's office anyways.

See, it's really pretty simple. Back in the day, the more senior you were, the higher up in the building you sat. Better views. Less accessible to the common workers. All that old guard Wall Street stuff.

Then 9/11 happened. And all of a sudden you had executives making $150 million a year who were jumping from the 102nd floor while you had the lowly interns and mailroom clerks running to safety from the ground floor.

So Wall Street changed. Today, the closer you are to the ground is the higher up in the food chain you are. So you have the Board of Directors who have their offices on the 5th through 10th floors.

And then you have the Finance and Human Resources people sitting on the 60th floor, admiring the views.

Because Wall Street views them as more expendable than the executives.

It sucks, huh? Everything about this industry is based on how much value you have.

I mean, look at Mason's office.

He's got a bathroom and a shower in here I notice as I walk in. I make sure to close the door behind me. This conversation is not for public consumption.

He looks up at me.

"The door was open," I say, all of a sudden a bit nervous. Just because we have sex in private doesn't mean I should parade myself around in public like this. What if he was in a meeting?

But he seems genuinely interested to see me.

"What's up?" he says, leaning back in his leather chair.

I take a moment to look at the man.

Tall, fit, strong, muscular. Everything I could ever want.

Is it possible to fall in love with your stepdad?

He's at a solid oak desk, the kind where the front of the desk has a board going across the back so you can't actually see his feet or the space underneath the desk.

God, I must still be so horny from before because a part of me wants to forget about what's on the tablet and just crawl under and....

"Becca?" Mason asks, and I can see he's trying to be patient. But he's also had a long day. He's working. He's trying to stay one step ahead of his wife—my mother.

I walk over and hand him the tablet.

"This is a screenshot of people engaged by Red Lion Aviation in the last year," I tell him. "Look at the fifth name from the bottom."

He looks at the tablet and freezes.

Oh right. I forgot to tell you the name.

I'll tell you later, okay?

Because right now Mason's looking at me, and asking, "Where did you get this?"

I shrug. "Standard SEC filings," I tell him. "It's open to the public. You just gotta know where to look."

Mason shakes his head.

"I have four fucking VPs trying to find something...anything, and they've come up short," he says with disgust. "And you weren't even assigned to this."

"You just gotta know where to look," I say, trying not to blush at his offhanded compliment. "I have an ulterior motive."

"What's that?" Mason asks me with the beginnings of a smile.

I smile as I walk over.

"I want to see Daddy happy," I say with a mischievous smile of my own.#p#分页标题#e#

"Well, listen, Becca," Mason says to me. "Talk to my admin if you need to, but can you please keep digging on this path? Go explore this angle. I need someone that Lorna isn't going to keep tabs on and you're perfect."

He's asking me to work in secret.

For him. Against my own mother.

My vile, ruthless, lying, mother.

Yeah, I know, right? Tough choice.

"I only have one price," I say to him, my mind wandering back to earlier.

He sees the twinkle in my eyes.

"What's that?" he asks.

I take the last few steps toward him and sink to my knees.

Without another word, I push his chair out a little bit and position myself underneath the desk.

Wow, am I glad I had the foresight to close the door behind me.





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She goes down to her knees and I lean back against my chair, allowing her to kneel under my desk. Placing her hands on my knees, she runs them up to my crotch, never taking her eyes off of mine.

“This is my price, Daddy dearest,” she whispers, a lewd smile adorning her lips. Fuck, this is the kind of price I’m more than willing to pay. My heart starts to race, pumping blood to my cock and hardening it. It doesn’t take long for all of my length to strain against the fabric of my pants, its thick shape bulging and aching to feel the touch of her fingers.