Hayley

Now what do I do?

For close to five years I had immersed myself in tech startups before launching my own company. I built an ace team of coders, marketers and others to launch a new product that had been well received. As we thought about what was next, I got a call from an attorney whose firm was big in the tech arena. He invited me to a conference with him at his office. Mystified, I accepted his offer and we worked out a time to meet. That day had arrived and I presented myself at his office.

"Hi, Brad, my name is Phil Whittier." He had me sit in a comfortable chair in front of his massive desk and took the other chair. "Before we proceed, I need you to review and hopefully sign an NDA. I can't really talk openly unless you do. If you're uncomfortable with signing today, you can have your attorney review it before our next meeting."

I took the proffered NDA and sat back in the chair to read. I hate attorneys and their fancy words and phrases. I could have used half a page to say what they said in eight pages. It was pretty standard stuff. We had used similar documents in our development phase. I took his pen and signed it on the corner of his desk and handed it to him.

"Now that's out of the way, here's what we need to talk about. My firm works with many tech companies. One of them wants to buy your company. They love your app and want to see your team develop more. They can take you all the way through becoming a very successful, thriving business without going through fifty or more meetings with principal investors with you essentially begging for money and sitting through endless meetings with attorneys and other parasites."

"Who's the company?"

I can't really say at this juncture but you will be very happy when you know. They want to buy your company and keep your development team together."

"OK, I'm intrigued. What's next?"

And so began a series of meetings. I learned the company's name at the third meeting and found out I would be very well compensated for our work. I owned the company with one angel investor. We would be bought out.

In the fourth meeting I found out I would no longer be in the company, as their management team would take over. So it was between being rich (by my standards) or being in control. I took my time to decide, talk to my investor and his attorneys and decided to be rich. I would miss what I did and what we had accomplished, a lot. But I would have the money to take my time before my next project.

So, what now? I went through a flurry of meetings with my personal attorney (he was a buddy of mine, so I tolerated what he did), accountants and a financial advisor who directed me as to investing my money. That concluded, I bought a house and worked to furnish it with something other than discount store furniture like my last apartment. A designer made a difference. Someone had to have taste. It sure wasn't me. Hayley was a blessing who gave me alternatives without pushing, slowly educating me that there was a life outside of sitting at a desk coding all day and night. I ended up with a great house that I loved. But now it was too quiet.

"Hayley, it's Brad. I want to take you to dinner to thank you for everything."

"That's not necessary, really. You've thanked me a hundred times already, but I'd love to go."

"Give me three ideas as to what you like so I don't make a fool of myself." She laughed, such a wonderful laugh, and gave me some favorites of hers. We made a date and she gave me her address. On Saturday, In spite of what she had suggested, I took her to to a tiny Vietnamese restaurant I knew. I told her it was the best I had ever had. An older man seated us at one of his five tables and introduced himself as Phan, the owner.

"I've seen you in here before, but not with such a beautiful woman!" He said with a huge smile on his face. I explained to Hayley that my coding crew and I had stumbled upon it and became regulars.

"He always brought all these men with him. I thought maybe he was gay. But now I don't think so."

Hayley smiled at him. "Maybe he goes both ways. I wouldn't mind."

Phan, the owner, laughed heartily, took our order and disappeared into the kitchen. The place had filled up while we talked and everyone was busy.

Hayley looked at me, her eyes flashing, her million dollar smile on display, and asked, "Well, do you?"

"What?" I was mystified.

"Do you go both ways?"

"Oh, that. I've spent five years being a monk, too busy to even think much about sex. I dated a little but nothing has ever really clicked."

"Maybe you should date men instead if women don't move you."

I smiled at her. "Looking at you, I'd say I definitely I am into women."

"If you change your mind, I can set you up with the right guy."

With that, we had a fabulous dinner. Phan was our waiter as well and brought out samples of many dishes. We tried it all and were stuffed when we ready to leave. We walked to my brand new car and I drove her home. I walked her to the door.

"Thank you for dinner. I sort of figured you'd take me to some expensive place but I loved our dinner." We kissed once, twice, and then a third time, this one much more intense and exciting.

"I want you to come in," she said. "I've been hoping you would call. I've been intrigued with you since I began your house. It was just exciting to watch you open up, a rose bud that bloomed into a wonderful flower."

With that, she opened the door and we went into her living room. We kissed some more before she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. It was of course very well decorated but I really only had eyes for her. We undressed each other and moved onto her bed. My goodness, Hayley was even more beautiful than before. Her figure was in perfect proportion, with long, toned legs, some muscle definition to her arms, and a tight stomach and ass. A classic California girl: blonde, blue-eyed, and beautiful. I kissed her from her shoulders down to her navel, then slowly drifted south over her bare mound to first kiss her clit, then labia, then I kissed her inner thighs and all the way around her pussy.

"Brad, that's wonderful. Oh my god that's incredible. Suck my pussy."

I licked and kissed, using my tongue as a mini-cock to her pussy. Judging from the moans from her, I was doing something right. The moans turned to cries, then she orgasmed. I kept licking and was rewarded with yet another orgasm. After that, I moved up her body, told her to get on her hands and knees, moved behind her and slowly fed my cock into her pussy. So this is what it feels like I thought to myself as I bottomed out inside her and slowly began using long strokes to fuck her. I slowly began to increase my speed, then finally really slammed my cock into her pussy.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" She orgasmed again and that led me to cum in her.

I moved to her side and took her in my arms. "I just want to hold you for a while."

We lay there at peace, then eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing. I got up and walked naked into the kitchen where I found an equally naked Hayley pouring two cups of coffee. In the light of day she was even more beautiful and I told her so. I hugged her and kissed her neck as she moaned.

"You're spoiling me, Brad," Hayley said.

Coffee cups in hand we moved back into the bedroom.

"Shower with me."

She didn't need to ask me twice. I followed her into the bathroom where she started the water. We took turns washing each other, then, after asking her if she wanted to wash her hair I washed hers twice, then put conditioner on. She groaned during all of this.

"Where did you get the idea for that?"

"My first girlfriend and I took turns doing it for each other. Then we would dry each other and put lotion on each other. We both loved it. I wish it had worked out between us. First love is golden until it crashes and burns."

I led out of the shower, dried her and applied lotion on her. She took another towel and did the same to me. She wrapped her wet hair in another towel and I found her robe and put it on her.

"Oh god, you're hired! That was wonderful. So sensual and intimate." She sat me on the bed and knelt in front of me, looked up at me and took my cock in her mouth. I was the beneficiary of lots and lots of practice as she sucked me, deep throated me and drove me crazy. I warned her I was close and she redoubled her efforts and I came in her mouth. She pushed me higher on the bed, lay on top of me and kissed me deeply. I tasted my cum as we kissed. She slid to one side and lay her head on my chest.

"This has been wonderful," she said. Eventually we dressed, me in the same clothes as the night previous, her in a sleeveless purple top and white pants. We went to brunch, drank mimosas and talked and laughed nonstop. All good things must come to an end and I took her back home. At the door we kissed some more, then parted. Her last words were, "Call me."

I did call her and the next Saturday night she took me to a nightclub in the east part of town. I paid the cover and she took my hand and led me into her world. As we wandered through the place, lots of people were dancing in a wild mixture of gays, straight couples, lesbians, Hispanics and Blacks. People came up to her and hugged her, happy to see her. She in turn introduced me and even I was the recipient of hugs as well.

"Any friend of Hayley's is a friend of mine," said an imposing black man whose name I promptly forgot as he enfolded me in his arms. He then turned me around so my back was to him, then started a conversation with Hayley. The two of them talked a mile a minute. She finally took pity and dragged me an open booth in the back

"Reggie is an old flame of mine." Hayley kept up a running commentary of how she knew all these people. As we talked, two men came up to the booth and started talking with us. Lenny and Gerry were introduced, then Gerry took Hayley by the hand and said, "let's dance." She waved goodbye to me and disappeared onto the dance floor.

Lenny sat down beside me and asked, "How do you know Hayley?"

"We've worked together."

"You a designer, too?"

"No, a client. She worked on my house."

I turned and watched Hayley dance with Gerry. She had her back to him and ground her ass into his cock. Looking around, I saw many couples doing the same. It looked to be the thing. Later, Haley and Gerry came back to the table, looking out of breath. We drank for a while, the four of us talking. Men would come up to her and ask her to dance. She didn't seem to tell any of them no. She dragged me to an after-hours club and talked our way in. She seemed to know everybody. OK, that's an exaggeration but it was a lot of people. We danced and drank some more. I called an Uber back to her house as I was in way ready to drive in my condition. In the car she started making out with me, then unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and deep-throated it. I thought we were going to die as the driver was paying more attention to what was happening in his rear view mirror than he was the road outside his windshield. We pulled up in front of her place and she kept blowing me, then swallowed my load right there in the car. She got out of the car laughing, telling me I would get a bad review from the driver because of her actions.

"I'll probably get a great review and he hopes I took one of his cards for future rides and backseat blow jobs."

"Did you really take a card?"

I pulled the card out of my pocket and waved it at her.

"We could make this a regular Saturday night thing! Would be a hell 9f a way to ring in the New Year!"

I was too wasted to do anything other than take off my clothes and crash on her bed. She stripped and snuggled up next to me and we went to sleep just before the sun rose on a new day.

It turned out she was a big football fan so we spent part of the day watching, as she put it, 'some team playing some team in a meaningless game.' The day moved on and I took another Uber to pick up my car and return to her place. Then I took her out for dinner and we crashed early, still tired from the previous night.

I woke up to hearing her on the phone, pitching a client on a future event, her iPad in front of her, with not a stitch of clothing on. She ended the call and looked up at me.

"A bit early for that, isn't it?"

"My clients are in all four time zones so I start with the East Coast and work my way back to Pacific time."

She was making notes in her client database. I walked up behind her and began playing with her nipples. She tried her best to ignore me but gave up, pushed her chair back, spread her legs and said, "Eat me."

And so began our day. I left her to work and went home, with us agreeing to see each other again on Wednesday. Instead, she called me Monday night.

"Hey, I've been thinking. Why don't you spend part of your millions on helping me build my business. I need a small staff so I can focus on client interactions. In this day and time, everyone can work from home so I don't need an office and all that overhead. I'll text you a file I worked up a while ago for you to look at.

I got the file a minute later and looked it over. She had done a good job of including all the expense I could think of and her assumptions were conservative, perhaps too conservative. But better conservative rather than optimistic.

I called her back and said, "You've done a excellent job. It's something we need to obviously discuss in deeper detail but it's an great idea. Would working together, or having me provide the funds, change our relationship for the better or the worse?"

"Good question." She laughed and said, "Probably for the worse!"

Wednesday night was a pizza and work night. We drank wine, ate pizza and tossed ideas back and forth. Not only was she a good designer but she also had a good head for business. I could help her jumpstart her business from a one person shop to an actual company. My startup work would be an asset and we weren't talking about a ton of money, just money well spent.

Three months later I was there when she introduced the staff to each other and had everyone talk a bit about themselves. She introduced me as an investor who had successfully ran a startup and cashed out. She was a natural, having interviewed and selected a staff, given everyone direction and followed up religiously until she thought she could back off some and let it run.

By that time we were largely living together and shortly after that i persuaded her to give up the lease on her place and make it official. My home was the site for a holiday party, New Years Eve bash and a meeting place for face to face time. Everything was running to plan and our life together as lovers and as business partners was largely drama-free. I found myself financing other startups in the hope that one of them became successful. Nurturing a business was very rewarding and I was enjoying myself.

If anything, I found Hayley more interesting as we grew her business amid the stress of closely working together. One day, I called out to her as we worked in separate rooms. "Hey, I've got something I want to discuss with you. Let's talk when you have time."

I got back, "OK, Bradley, let's hear what it is. I've got fifteen minutes before I have a meeting."

She only called me by my full name when she joking around.

I came up behind her, kissed the top of her head and said, "This is a long-term idea." With that I moved in front of her, knelt down, pulled the little black box out of my pocket and opened it as I said, "Will you marry me?"

I got a shriek and a joyous "Yes!" in response as I took the ring from its box and put the ring on her finger.

How's that for a long-term plan?