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Dimitri
The bar is packed tonight, but I've got paperwork to do, so I leave it in the capable hands of my staff and slip into my office. My mind has been racing lately. Even Donovan has noticed and made comments. I need to blow off some built-up energy and the key party is the perfect way to do it. Sex always works off frustration.
When the door opens without a knock, I know who it is without looking up. There’s only one fucker brave enough to do that. My best friend Donovan.
“What if I was masturbating, dude, or even better, railing some fine-ass woman bent over my desk?” I laugh as I lean back in my chair.
“Widnae be the first time I’ve seen your dick in your hand or rammed inside a pussy. Probably won’t be the last time that vision burns my eyes.” He sits down in the chair across from my desk, propping his feet on top of it with his legs crossed. I like how the fucker thinks he can do it with my furniture, but it’s a travesty if I put mine on his.
“You know you love my cock. If you were into dick, you’d be all over me,” I joke, powering up my laptop as I take a sip of my whiskey.
“So wit ye doing back here and not at the bar tonight? I saw those scantily dressed birds out there.”
“Payroll and stock reorder. Exciting stuff.” I roll my eyes and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Why don’t ye just hire an office manager? Take some of the stress off of you?” He stands and heads toward my in-office bar, pouring a glass of Starka.
I shake my head and laugh to myself. Ironically, he’s the one drinking the Russian drink and I’m drinking the Scottish one.
“Yeah, and risk them catching wind of my dad’s and uncle’s business dealings here? No, thank you. I’ll handle it myself.” I click on the icon for my inventory and jot down the items I need to order so I can contact the vendor.
We sit in silence, Donovan knowing how I like it quiet when I’m doing my inventory order. I don’t want an excess of anything on hand or too little. I’ve had this bar since I turned twenty-one and now, at twenty-eight, I have it down to a science.
Thirty minutes later, I’m done and opening my emails. One catches my attention, but before I look at it, I send the emails to the vendors so I don’t forget. Plus, my glass is empty and I may need another drink, depending on the answer.
“Get me some more whiskey, man?” I slide it over to him, knowing he’ll do it.
He picks up both of our glasses and stands, heading over to the bar.
“Stop, D. I can hear your knee hitting your desk aw the way over here.” He laughs as he turns and returns to his spot, placing my drink down in front of me.
I lift it, savoring the malty taste, a slight hint of vanilla present with it.
“Seems we got an email from the key party,” I finally tell him.
“Nah, we didnae. Yer shittin’ me. It’s been a week,” Donovan scoffs.
“Seriously, man, they've emailed me back. I haven’t looked at it yet, I’m going to now.”
I click on it, opening it up. Taking a moment, I read over it in silence, Donovan staring a hole through me the entire time. He’s growing impatient. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him shifting in his seat. It won’t be much longer before he blows.
“Okay, what does it fuckin say?” he finally barks, taking a swig of his liquor.
“Calm down. Damn, I’m reading, man. You know it takes a minute for me to process everything.”
“Bawbag.”
I laugh at his response, knowing he’s right, I am one. But right now, all I can think about is the pussy we’re going to get at this party.
“Well, it seems you were right about seeing my dick rammed in some girl’s pussy, cause we just got accepted.” I pause, so I can watch his reaction.
His eyes go wide, just before his mouth transforms into a smirk. “And yer gonnae see mine. Hell, maybe we can do the Eiffel Tower.” Donovan bursts out into laughter. “So who dae we get? Is there a picture of her?”
I just stare at him, dumbfounded. Like really dude, we just did this a week ago and you can’t remember the details.
“Man, seriously. We don’t know who it is. It’s a random girl, hence it being a key party. We both need to sign the waiver and fill in our hard and soft limits, then we need to schedule an STD and medical checkup and get a background check. Once that’s all done, we’ll get the location of the party,” I tell him as I read the instructions.
“That’s easy. Hell, we’ve been getting regularly tested since that one scare we had wae the bird who thought she was pregnant. It’s what opened our eyes to getting checked for STDs since we didnae use a johnny.” That horrid event still haunts me. It was the worst two days of my life.
