When I walked into work that morning, I knew something was wrong.
The day had started off well enough. I woke up with a raging hardon, rolled over on my wife and we had a great morning fuck. She was, for a change, even able to relax, enjoy my cock banging her wet cunt until we both came with a roar. We had even showered together where she was open for me sucking and licking her smooth cunt to a wet orgasm where her warm juices and my cum oozed out and I licked and drank it with gusto. I hadn't even brushed my teeth so I could savour the flavor of our fuck throughout the morning.
On my drive to work, I thought about my wife and myself. At forty-five, we were still good looking and both in reasonably good shape. She is five feet seven inches, weighing one hundred thirty-five pounds with nice C cup breasts and long blond hair. Myself, I stand five feet eleven inches, one hundred seventy-five pounds with a masculine, handsome face. We had always been faithful to each other even though I had plenty of chances for an affair with some good looking women. I was replaying our morning fuck in my head and got a hard on in the car.
I didn't even make it to my office before Susanne from marketing accosted me. "Have you heard what Jeff (our CEO) did? He signed a co-development deal with Alkazi without consulting anyone!" Susanne continued for twenty minutes more detailing all of Jeff's shortcomings and sins and how this was the götterdämerung.
I was concerned since all of our acquisitions and co-development deals were usually evaluated by our commercial and development organizations with a thorough due diligence process and finally approved by the company's board of directors. As head of development, I knew that this problem would soon fall in my lap. I sat at my desk, took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and savoured the taste of my wife's molested pussy in my mouth.
I was interrupted by Jeff who knocked on my office door and summoned me to his office. There was a crisis meeting for the management team there. Jeff proceeded to tell us that the board had pushed this co-development agreement through outside of normal procedures. We were to fly out this afternoon to meet Alkazi's management early tomorrow morning.
I sat next to Jeff on the plane and he warned me about Alkazi's CEO who was apparently an evil, overbearing son of a bitch whom everyone was afraid of and called Attila the Hun behind his back.
Early the next morning we were ushered into a meeting room to meet Alkazi's management team. There he was...Attilla the Hun, six foot, six inches tall, about two hundred twenty pounds. He had straight, black hair gelled back, a strong nose and a well groomed, long salt and pepper beard. He was probably about fifty-five years old and cut a handsome figure in a black power suit. He greeted me with a firm handshake and his piercing blue eyes bored directly into my eyes making me quite uncomfortable in a way I could not define.
At the meeting, Atilla (whose name I learned was Zolton and a Hungarian immigrant) exhibited typical alpha male behavior dominating the discussions. His management team was clearly afraid of him and our management team and Jeff basically cowered in his presence. I had decided that if our company had any chance of survival we needed to get some dialogue and some say at the meeting. I kept my cool and discussed facts and options with him even when he was basically being outright insulting. I even scored some wins in the negotiations. He was too smart to lose his cool and during the day, it was clear he was displeased that I kept up with him, but he was also a person who knew a good idea when he heard it.
When the day was over, I was disappointed to learn that we all had to have dinner together that evening. In the cab on the way back to the hotel, my colleagues all complained what an asshole Attila was and what a disaster the whole thing was. At the hotel Susanne wanted to have a drink with me and over gin and tonics, she bitched even more. She congratulated me for standing up to Atilla and said what a bunch of pussies our team, and especially Jeff was. At the end of the conversation, she admitted, however, that she thought Atilla was sexy. My only comment was, "Susanne you're a fucking slut."
At dinner, Jeff was too afraid to sit across from Atilla, so it was left to me. Dinner was no more pleasant than the meeting except that Atilla wanted to talk business with me. I was pretty tired and there was a lot of wine. At one point, Atilla basically gave me the stare down at the table. Suddenly, I started to feel hypnotized by his piercing blue eyes. I started feeling that strange, uncomfortable feeling I had had earlier. I sat motionless like a rat being hypnotized by a snake before it strikes.
After what seemed like hours, I snapped out of it and suddenly we were talking business again. He was actually ready to adopt a number of my ideas discussed at the meeting. When dinner was over, he suggested that we should talk more at the hotel bar. I just wanted to go to my room and sleep. In the bar we sat across from each other and Jeff and some of the other remora tried to hang around. Attila dismissed them and told them that he and I would speak alone. We actually made a business plan based on my ideas, but with enough of his input that he could feel like they were mainly his ideas.
The bar was still crowded and he started ordering straight vodka for him and myself. He lit a cigarette, leaned back, took a big gulp of vodka and looked into my eyes for a full minute. I was looking directly back into his eyes and while I really wanted to look away, somehow I couldn't. He said, "I can see it in your eyes...you're a faggot cocksucker...and you're sitting there wondering if I have a big cock."
"Err, no I'm not," I replied curtly.
"Yes, you are...you may not be admitting it yourself...all you want is for me to fuck your mouth with my big dick."
"Look Zolten, you have this all wrong, I'm a happily married man."
