All characters are over the age of 18.
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As David Wilson and his daughter slept deeply after their latest passionate night, Fred Hayes, Dave's former friend and Chief Financial Officer, was up and working out at 5:00 AM across town. Fred lived in a gorgeous condo in the heart of downtown Raleigh, high up on the 25th floor. His modern, minimalist place was obsessively clean, and decorated in black, white and silver, with mirrors on almost every surface. His suits and shoes were lined in military precision in his luxurious closets and his spotless kitchen was stocked with gleaming chrome appliances, though he never used them.
Due to his unaccountable loathing of Stacey Wilson, he was arising even earlier than usual and leaving the office by 3:00. So this morning he was getting in the all-important manic workout before the sun was even up. As he lifted and pumped, his mind was racing ahead to plans for the future. He pictured himself... walking into one of Dave's showrooms and paying cash for a new Porsche. Silver. He thought of the custom suits he would get, the vacations, a new watch, a house-all the hedonistic, self-aggrandizing material things he craved.
But above all, he imagined with great satisfaction the look on Dave's face when he realized it was his "best friend" who had royally fucked him over! In fact, the thought of screwing Dave, financially, figuratively and physically, made Fred so hard he had to stop his workout.
He wrapped a thick towel around his incredible body, tanned from many hours at a salon, and went to his balcony to play his phone messages back on his voicemail.
The first, from a desperate sounding woman: "Hi, babe. Um... haven't heard from you in a while. I don't understand... after our trip, what you said, I thought—"
Fred pushed delete.
The next, from a desperate sounding man, "Hey, babe... haven't heard from you. I need to see you. What the fuck, Fred...? I thought you said you loved me—"
Fred pushed delete again. God, they were all so tiresome!
Then his phone buzzed.
"Yes?"
"You're up early."
"Why are you calling me at this number!"
"Calm down. I haven't heard from you in a while. I wanted to check in."
"What do you want?"
"You know."
"I'm telling you, he's clueless. He has no goddamned idea."
"You better be right. The next few weeks are crucial. I would hate to think this has all been for nothing."
"How many times do I have to tell you? There is no way any of this can be traced back to me or you... but it might if you keep calling me!"
"Have you spoken to Paula?"
"Yes."
"And Kathy? Everything ok at the office?"
"Jesus, yes! There's just one thing—Dave's brought in a new 'intern.'"
"Yeah, so?"
"It's his daughter."
"Oh, the hot one?"
"I suppose. She seems pretty dumb, like all of them. She's in my office with that brown nose Joyce Walker."
"Well Jesus when were you going to tell me this?"
"What's the big deal?"
"It seems suspicious. Don't you think so? Why now?"
"Look, I can't take care of this. I need to go."
"Listen, Fred, you better watch your ass and keep your cool. We're so close. Just a few weeks and this will all be over."
"Right. Don't call here again."
Fred got dressed and headed out to the garage and then to the office, thinking, "Why on earth didn't I do this before? I have hours alone to do what I need to do, with no one around! Stupid."
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As Fred conspired against them, Dave and Stacey were having a much more pleasant and happy morning.
Their day began very nicely, if a little awkwardly. Stacey woke up while Dave was still sleeping, wrapped in his arms, feeling so delightful. And then the memories of their wild night coursed through her mind and she felt herself blushing. She was actually embarrassed! She snuggled down into Dave's arms, but with some pangs of conscience as she remembered the things they'd said and done! "What would Daddy be thinking this morning!" she wondered.
Dave felt her stirring and reached down and pulled her close, up to his mouth, "Mmmmmm, come here!"
He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her sweetly, smiling at first, but Stacey saw in his face that he was beginning to remember, too. She saw him blush just the least littlest bit and this made her happy. He was embarrassed, too! She smiled into his eyes, feeling completely at ease now... relieved, she knew they were both acknowledging his deep professions of love from the night before, as well as the incredible sexual intimacy the had shared...
"Morning," she said, kissing him back.
Dave hugged her, "It is a good morning, darling."
Stacey stayed on her stomach, her arms folded on his chest, studying his face in the early light.
"I know what you're thinking."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"You want a cigarette."
"Do I, really?"
"Yes," she said, reaching over him so her beautiful breasts brushed against his lips. She opened his bedside table and found his secret stash, took one out and handed it to him.
"Here."
"My temptress! How did you know?"
Stacey gave him a look. "I grew up with you smoking, remember? And I'll accept it, for now. But once these work problems are fixed, you're quitting!"
"It's a deal. Can you light this for me, sweetheart?"
Dave inhaled deeply on his cigarette. Mmmmmm, it was so bad, but it just felt so damned good. He continued to smoke as he stroked Stacey's back in big circles.
"How do you know this is going to be solved so soon, hmmm?"
"Because, now you have me helping you."
After a few minutes of wonderful morning caresses, Dave said, "Ok, time to get up. Are you getting in the shower with me?"
Stacey laughed. Like she'd say no.
Dave led her into his big, luxurious shower. He pulled her into the warm water and immediately started lathering up her gorgeous body, turning her around so she was facing away from him and his slowly awakening cock was tight against her ass. Stacey moaned remembering where that cock had been the night before, and pushed her ass back against it.
