1. Conference


    Date: 2/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Author: eurorevenue, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The past couple of Mark’s parties have been wild… the beach then out with two chics in the middle of a patch of woods. Not too shabby. I was actually still on cloud nine over the two chics that when my secretary knocked on my door, I hadn’t noticed, that is until she knocked a second time and opened the door. "What on Earth are you doing in here Dave? Off in LaLa land again? I just got a call from Mark Sanders, says its vital you meet him for a conference this evening. Do you know who that is? I looked his name up in the rolodex and didn’t see it and it’s not on your schedule." She was always checking up on me, sometimes I felt like she was my mother instead of my secretary. She probably could have been. They were about the same age and had the same meddlesome nosiness about them. She was also one of those people that if someone was doing something a bit shady, she’d first feel the need to investigate and then second feel completely obligated to tell the entire company, all the while doing it in a way that doesn’t come back to her. I’ve seen her in action. It would frighten a full grown Grizzly. I nodded in her direction, making sure not to reveal my excitement. “Yes, yes I know who that is. Do me a favor would ya? Check my evening schedule. If there is anything that might even LOOK like it might run close to the Sanders’ conference, I want it rescheduled.” She winked and turned out of my office. That wasn’t uncommon, me canceling meetings at the last moment pending a new ...
    client or something. I moved the paper work that had covered my mahogany desk by the inches and searched for the calendar. Mark’s parties have always been on Saturdays and my suspicions were confirmed by the calendar, it was Friday. I sat at my desk wondering what Mark was up to and then glanced at my watch. It was almost five. What time was this conference? I picked up the little orange post it note and read seven o’clock sharp. And it was almost about a thirty minute drive. I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. As I whirled past Inspector Gidget I rattled something off about having to change suits since I spilt coffee on this one. If anyone were to call about the Sanders Case, to let them know I’d be there with bells on. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I hurried off to my place to shower and change. I arrived at the location with plenty of time to spare, my thoughts wrapped up in what Mark’s plans were and if there was in fact a party happening tonight. Of course that lead me to thinking about if there were actually a party, why were we meeting here and who was going to be the center. My mind raced as I took the elevator up to the twenty-second floor. There was a note on the door, “Sanders Meeting in Conference room 2B.” I entered tentatively, half expecting a meeting and half wishing for a party. God knows I need one after the hellacious week I’ve had. Mark and Greg were greeting and mingling among the men that had already arrived. There seemed to be about twenty or so ...
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