Who Says Business Can't Be A Pleasure?

Lavvy-honey. I'm sorry this took so long. My pnuemonia meds made me really out of it. But 'tis finished. Enjoy!

Who Says Business Can't Be A Pleasure?


Felix unfolded himself from the driver's seat of his '98 Honda, nervously checking his appearance one last time in the left rear-view mirror. From what his coffee colored eyes could see, there was a 24-year-old, six foot, freelance photography prodigy with ebony skin, close-cropped bleached blond hair, high cheek bones, and a soft chin. Said man was wearing white slacks and a congac-colored silk shirt.

He nervously straightened his cuffs one last time before heading to the entrance of Salamandra, one of the most incredible restaraunts in the world. No less than five stars, open only three months out of the year, and nearly impossible to get reservations. The fact that his prospective employers wanted to meet him here of all places made him exceedingly nervous.

"May I help you, sir?"

The Maitre'D looks like he is smelling something suited in a garbage heap...

"I'm Felix Evans, part of the Sharon Industries party."

The expression changed to simpering.

"Of course, right away, sir. Follow me if you please."

The Snooty Waiter (as Felix dubbed him) led him to a platformed nook where the most elegant man he had ever seen sat. His heart beat a little faster.

~Oh my god! He's standing to greet ME!~

The Elegant Man waived the maitre away and extended his left hand.

"I'm Samuel Tyler, the Vice President of Sharon Industries. Hopefully we'll have a full-filling partnership."

Felix took his hand and looked up into stormy gray eyes; taking in the black hair gelled back into chunky spikes and the flawless white skin. Legs that went on forenver were incased in black fishboned slacks and a cashmere sweater that seemed a strokable extension of his body...

!!! - He was staring! *blush*

"Um, yes! Felix Evans."

Samuel sent him a Heartthrob(c) smile.

"Please, have a seat. Order whatever you wish."

Still blushing, Felix took his seat and opened his menu.

~Focus Felix. This is a business meeting. Talk about
business.~

"So... Who or what am I going to be photographing? I asume that it's for an ad campaign."

"Yes, though we haven't completed the plans yet. I can't give you a definitive answer. I'm sure that you'll do well, WHATEVER we do."

*eep!* ~Something brushed my ankle!~

"Something wrong Mr. Evans? You have the strangest expression on your face..."

"No! No, I'm fine. Just thinking."

The waiter reappeared and took their orders.

*gasp* ~There it is again! It's - it's rubbing up my calve!~

"Mr. Evans?"

"FINE! Fine - I'm okay."

Felix couldn't stop the blush from rising back into his cheeks as the Thing teased the bend of his knee. He crossed his legs lady-style and prayed to who ever would listen that he wouldn't get any harder. Then he looked into Mr. Tyler's eyes.

*gulp*

The expression on Sam's face could only be described as preditory. Those delicious gray eyes were roiling with hunger, a kind Felix doubted could be sated by grilled tilapia. With a shiver he realized the Thing! was a Foot! Samuel's Foot! The aforementioned foot owner seemed to catch the realization. Smirking, he slid down slightly in his seat.

*Oh. My. God!*

Samuel's Foot was now kneading his now raging hard-on. Felix couldn't keep a small sound escaping from his throat.

"Here you are, sirs. Please enjoy."

~Fuck! The waiter!~

Felix struggled to calm down; to think of his grandma can-canning naked, but the Foot applied even more pressure. His last brain cell just went out the window. Swallowing like his life depended on it, he tried to gracefully excuse himself from the table.

"Ex-xcuse me, I must use the facilities."

Felix made his way to the restrooms as fast as decorum and his swollen flesh would allow. If he would have looked back, he would have seen Samuel take a sip of his wine before giving an evil grin and following. Though his pace was more stately.

Ignoring the plush interior of the restroom, Felix bee-lined for a stall in the middle of the row.

~Jesus H. Christ! Is my boss TRYING to give me a heart attack?~

He was panting so heavily he didn't hear Samuel enter the stall until those beautiful eyes rounded the door.

*squeek*

"Mr. Tyler! W-what are y-you doing?"

Felix began shaking even harder.

"Because, FELIX, I want you. I'm going to have you."

Any vague protest Felix might have made was drowned in fiery lips settling over his and an even fierier tongue joing the fray. Long arms encased in living cashmere and big hands wrapped around him - held him in place. Felix could do naught but reciprocated.

An imagined eternity later those big hands began to roam south, sliding back north under the silk and under shirts. Nipples were stroked and tweeked, abs traced. That fiery mouth moved to his throat as an equally large finger dipped into his navel.

Both hands continued on their way, slipped beneath Felix's waistband and palmed the soft globes. Felix arched into Sam, uttering the most obscene sounds.

"Mmm...more..."

"Oh yes pet, there shall be much more."

Sam pulled Felix by his bum from the stall, not breaking the kiss. When he felt the marble counter befind, he turned them. Sliding his hands out partially, Sam moved them around to the front of Felix's slacks. He undid the catches and pushed the material to Felix's thighs.

"Silk briefs pet?"

"Cotton bunches."

Sam pressed another kiss to Felix's lips and wrapped a fist around the black man's cock.

"Oh god!"

"I can't be that good."

Felix scetched a glare at Sam that was instantly ruined by a strategic squeeze by Sam's index finger under his head.

*!* ~Was that a condom?~

Felix looked down.

"We don't want to make a mess, do we pet? Now, relax..."

Sam turned Felix around and bent him over the counter.

"Breathe, pet."

Even forewarned, Felix jumped when a warm, slick finger nudged at his entrance. Said finger slid in slowly; up to the second knuckle. He only moaned and the finger slid all the way in. It withdrew to the third knuckle and another finger tip joined it. Nearly to the first knuckle, it began to hurt and he wimpered.

Sam reached under Felix and stroked his cock again. The fingers scissored and brushed against the little nub that made his vision go spotty and his cock to return to rock hardness.

"A little more, pet."

Now it was three fingers; every inward glide hit his prostate. Felix whined and pushed back when the fingers left him.

"Easy, pet. Breathe again."

Big hands grasped his hips and something large, blunt, slick, and latex-covered pushed at his stretched hole. It began pushing in while his hips were pulled back. A strangled yelp signalled the bulbus head breaching his body.

One of the hands slid back to his erection. The other wrapped around his waiste and steadied him while he was gently speared to the hilt. Felix could only moan at the pleasure/pain felt when being filled by something so very large.

"I'm moving now, pet."

The hand tightened and stroked faster while Sam withdrew to the tip before slipping back in. Each subsequent stroke was faster and harder. Felix screamed and writhed, back and forth, into the tight fist, onto the hard cock. On a particularly hard thrust, Sam leant down and bit the back of Felix's neck. He sucked and licked the teeth marks; pistoning into the dark body beneath him.

"So close..."

"God! I'm going to cum!"

"Ughhhh!"

Felix came with a sharp jerk, his spasming muscles brought Sam over the edge. He came with a hoarse cry. He locked his knees to keep from crushing the younger man. When he softned enough, he withdrew and carefully removed his condom and tossed it into the wastebasket.

Gently, he turned Felix over and did the same. Felix was on Cloud 9 - bonelessly sprawled over the counter. Sam smiled and wiped them both down. Felix sluggishly righted his clothing while Sam did the same.

"Well, this certainly has been a most lucrative business venue. I expect you in my office on Monday. It was a definite pleasure doing business with you."

"Wait! You planned this!?"

"Indubitably."

FIN

Ha ha! I love the word 'indubitably.' I have not abandoned my fics. I have pneumonia and the previous medicine messed me up to the point where I could barely tell whether it was day or night. Reviews fuel my fires!

Ja matte ne!