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By:Alexis Angel


"Beautiful spread," he says to her, motioning at the table, and my mother smiles.

"I can show you a different kind of spread," she purrs, and I want to  gag. I mean, literally fucking gag. But this feeling of disgust is mixed  with something more  …  is it jealousy?

Yes, I admit that Mason can be a cocky asshole at times, but he's  confident, successful, driven, powerful  …  and it helps that he's hot.  Scorching hot. The good outweighs the bad. Believe me.

Yes, he's technically old enough to be my father  …  and I guess he is my  father now  …  well, stepfather, but that doesn't make it any less  strange, and I mean, if I'm honest, the moment I placed my hands on his  chest and my fingers traced the hard edges of his rippling muscles, I  knew he was truly a god among men.

He's ripped. Just thinking about those eight, perfect squares of muscles  in his abdomen makes me wet. And I can't even think about his faultless  12-inches of manhood  …  unless I want to be instantly soaking wet during  dinner.

If Mason is feeling the same as I am, it's impossible to know because  he's completely playing along at this point. He smiles and places his  hand on hers.

I watch as the two of them engage in friendly, albeit slightly flirty  banter, and I decide to take the evening into my own hands.

"You two are perfect for each other," I say, taking another sip of wine.  Carl's been doing a good job of keeping our glasses full all evening.

They both turn and look at me, caught off guard by my remark.

"I thought it was too premature to suggest congratulations," mother says.

"Oh, it is," I continue, smiling, "but who knows? Maybe two wrongs will make a right?"

Now I have Mason's attention. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

"I just mean that I could never seriously date a man who publicly blows his load on one of the biggest financial news networks."

I figure I should use reverse psychology. If I talk about what he can't have, he'll want it even more.

"That's not my proudest moment with the MarketWatch anchor, Stacy Sawyer," he says. "It wasn't planned; it just happened."

"Just happened?" I ask. Give me a break. Things like that don't just 'happen.'

"Well thankfully you've got me, dear," Lorna purrs devilishly. "That'll never happen again."

I can almost detect a grimace on Mason's face, but he does a good job of hiding it. It goes undetected by my mother.

"You should really think about settling down, Becca," my mother says. "You aren't getting any younger."

I've heard this spiel before. Settle down. Get married. Have kids. As  unconventionally career-minded as my mother is, she's also annoying  conventional in terms of the advice she insists on dishing out to me.

"I'd settle down if I ever found a man worth settling down for," I reply.

I can feel Mason's eyes on me. He has a look that says he's mentally  undressing me. Good. That just means my approach is working.

"You can understand that, right Mason?" I ask. "A woman needs a strong,  powerful, driven man. A man who is equally powerful in his career and  personal life, and who can keep up with me and  …  what's the correct word  here? Keep me satisfied?"

"Satisfied?" he asks. He's shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yes, I need a man who has his fingers on the pulse of my life, if you  know what I mean," I smile. "Would you know anything about that, Mr.  Kane?"

I can see him take a nervous gulp. His large Adam's apple bobs up and  down his throat. I have him in my grasp, and I'm loving it. It's not  every day that a woman can say she's made Mason Kane, the Wolf of Wall  Street, nervous.

I sit up straight, purposely pushing my breasts out and I give him a  deeper view of my cleavage. My mother doesn't notice. She's a few  glasses of wine deep at this point in the evening, and is in her own  world. I decide to take advantage of that.

Carl brings us a plate of figs, sliced lengthwise and drizzled with honey.

"Do you like figs?" I ask Mason.

"Sometimes."

"You have to know how to eat them," I say, and I decide to demonstrate.

I pick one up and hold it delicately in between my fingers. I make sure  Mason is watching and I slowly bring it to my mouth, parting my red lips  and then dragging my tongue across the flesh. I lick the sweet honey  off of it by dragging the tip of my tongue across its glistening, soft,  split ripeness.

Mason's visibly uncomfortable. There's a hunger growing in his eyes that  can't be sated by the food on this table. He's shifting his weight from  one side to the next in his chair, and not knowing what to do with his  hands, he leans back and rubs the back of his neck. I wonder how hard  his cock is right now.

There's only one way to find out.

We are sitting across from each other and I push one of my legs forward  until it meets his. I slip my feet out of my heels. I'm wearing silk  stockings, and I drag one smooth foot up his leg.

He coughs in surprise.

"Are you okay?" my mother asks him.

He waves her off. "I'm fine. I think a bite of food went down wrong, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

I decide to drag my silky foot up further until it's pressed against his  soft inner thigh. He's shifting in his seat again until I bring my foot  to the secret center of his crotch and I feel him-his 12-inch cock is  as hard and thick as a cucumber, and I stifle a smile. I bring my second  foot up until both feet are cradling his manhood. I stroke him with  both silky feet, slowly at first, and then at a faster tempo.

He's trying not to look at me. He's trying to suppress the desire  pulsing through his veins. He tilts his head back, tugging at the  Windsor knot of his tie.

"It's hot in here," he says, loosening his tie some more.

"Carl!" mother shouts. "Please adjust the thermostat. Mr. Kane appears to be uncomfortably warm."

"Yes, ma'm," Carl replies, and walks off to adjust the temperature.

Little do they know, the thermostat can't help Mason. Things are about  to get a lot hotter. I stroke his cock with increased pressure and  speed, until I feel him twitch. His entire body is tense and I know I'm  bringing him dangerously close to the edge of an explosive orgasm.

But not tonight. Not now.

I'm not going to give it to him that easy.

I remove my feet and slip them back into their heels as if nothing  happened. "Well, it's getting late," I say to no one in particular.

Then I turn and look at Mason. "Perhaps I'll see you at work tomorrow?"

His words catch in his throat and he doesn't respond. He merely nods.

I've never seen Mason as speechless as I'm seeing him right now.

Who has the upper hand now, huh?

Bet he's never gone up against a brat like me.





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MarketWatch Journal Flash Update





Wall Street industry insiders were stunned yesterday when Mason Kane,  the bad boy CEO of the Kane Price investment bank announced a surprise  marriage with Lorna Lowell, his longtime foe.

Ms. Lowell is an activist shareholder who holds a large percentage of  stock in the Kane Price investment bank and in recent months has been  more and more critical of the way that Mr. Kane has conducted himself.

Her claims of Mr. Kane's inability to manage his position were taken up  by other critics of the CEO recently after a scandalous episode in which  Mason Kane was caught on camera engaged in crude sexual acts with a  television reporter. That act was inadvertently broadcast nationwide  during a camera malfunction and reached an unfortunate conclusion when  Mason Kane proceeded to ejaculate on the camera, and by extension into  the homes and faces of every viewer that was watching.

Mr. Kane's spokesman announced that the two were married in a private ceremony attended by extremely close friends.

The marriage is surprising to many, however, not just for the playboy  tendencies that Mr. Kane has been known to possess, but also for the  loggerheads that he has often been at with Ms. Lowell and his Board of  Directors.         

     



 

Since the initial public offering of Kane Price three years ago  transformed the company from a closely held partnership into a  globe-girdling organization, Mason Kane has emerged as one of Wall  Street's hottest deal makers and its youngest billionaire. However, this  self-proclaimed 'King of Wall Street' has not been without his  detractors who claim that his hard partying ways have caused a crisis of  confidence to develop among the firm's top clients, as well as his  Board of Directors.

In an industry where confidence and surety are prized, critics claim that Mason Kane provides neither.

The marriage to Lorna Lowell may however, in the opinion of some  industry observers, go a long way toward alleviating some of the  concerns regarding Mr. Kane's temperament.

"People love him. They think he's the life of the party. But quite  honestly, you don't want the life of the party managing your money when  you're talking about hundreds of millions of dollars. You want the most  boring guy in the room. The guy who can't talk to any of the girls  because he doesn't know how. All he knows how to do is count coins.  That's what clients are looking for when they look toward an investment  bank," commented a source who asked to remain anonymous due to the fact  that his company was already doing some business with Kane Price.