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week. What kind of weird-assed glue did the guy use to keep every hair neatly in place? He probably spent more time in front of a mirror than he did a TV.
And Walter had to go and hire the asshole, like dragging Lucky around by the leash wasnt entertaining enough. Lucky would love to see Newbies fashionably styled hair sex-tousled, those full lips swollen from kissing and sucking. Oh shit. What was this stupid crap he was thinking? I have got to get laid. Soon.
With Ol Windbag up at the head of the table in full steam about legalities, causing Luckys eyes to glaze over, he thought, What the hell, and let his imagination out to play. In a brief mental vacation he fisted those highlighted brown locks in his callused hands, as Bos enticingly sinful lips got down to business. Oh, baby, I bet you could suck the sheets straight up my ass, city boy.
Lucky searched the fingers clutching a bottle of spring water. Nope, no wedding ring, but Newbie sure groomed well. Most straight single guys of Luckys acquaintance didnt give a rats ass about appearance unless they were on the hunt. Even Lucky spiffed up a bit if heading out in hopes of finding a rousing game of hide the salami. Was Bo straight? Spaghettis straight until things heat up. Purdy boy, do you have any idea how many ways Id rock your world?
Following Walters instructions, Bo swiveled his attention from one end of the conference table to the other, pen racing over a legal pad. Lucky followed his line of sight, hoping to pick out some better fantasy fodder. No such luck. He wouldnt fuck any of those suits, not even with Walters dick. Well, except for Bo . Id have you screaming my name. He attempted to send the message telepathically across the table; however, the guy didnt seem to be taking his calls.
He tried again. I bet you got an ass like an onion. Make me wanna cry. Shit. Hed been standing behind the man out in the hallway. Why the hell didnt he check when he had the chance? Was he losing his touch, or, Heaven forbid, becoming involved in his work? Lucky always checked out the scenery, even when whoever he ogled suffered a bad case of no-ass, like Walter.
It ate at him, sitting there, imagining Bos rear end hidden beneath those razor-creased dress pants. He caught sight of a slight arm bulge beneath a jacket sleeve when Newbie raised the water bottle to his lips. Must work out. Do you work those glutes? Are you hiding a nice haunch of bubble-butt beneath your suit?
Knowing he was obsessing and finding a reason to stop were two different things, and Lucky worked himself up to an aching cock while fantasizing about parting two rounded mounds. With your coloring, your hole is probably dark pink. Ill bet you shave your balls, dont you, Mr. Prim and Proper? Youre a hellcat in bed, too, aint cha?
He tore his gaze away for a second to find Walters disapproving frown. Lucky shrugged. His boss had had eight years to get used to his roving eye. If Walter didnt like it, he ought to hand over the pink slip hed been threatening to for years. I wish!
Lucky recalled what hed have to trade for the pink slip. Maybe hed better tone down some. Ogle more discreetly, perhaps. Only a few more months to go; dont screw it up now.
The coffee lady returned. Lucky damped down his libido and held up his empty cup, but she bypassed him to smack down a handful of papers next to her boss. Kramer stared at the pile, holding up the top page for closer inspection. “The first lot in question produced 47,000 units, 12,000 of which were on the truck, and 6,000 remaining in the warehouse. Weve been shipping cases out for six weeks.” He handed the printout the man next to him, who began hammering away on a calculator.
A hush fell over the room, funeral parlor quiet except for the shick, shick, shick of the adding machine tape. When the adding stopped, the man stared in shocked horror at the display.
“Yes, Robert?” the CEO asked.
“If we cant recover the product, well have to issue a full recall