Longboard (Desk Surfing Series Book 1) (9 page)

              "OK."  I went and found Camille first to let her know I was headed out.  I let her know I had fun and told her I would definitely back her joining us on a permanent basis.  I just wanted her to have that as a positive to think about over the weekend.  She hugged me like a little sister.  Even as an only child, I knew what a sibling hug felt like.  I went to tell Stacey thanks for watching my purse.  I made all the rounds I could, even the people that I was greeting for the first time.  I knew pretty much everyone after three and a half years with the company.  I didn't have good instructions, so I just left the club and walked back toward my car.  There were a lot of revelers walking around downtown, so I felt relatively safe walking back to my parking spot.  As I got in my car, I realized I didn't know where I was going or what I should do.  I thought about calling Longboard, but then I thought if he didn't call me I was just going home.  I wasn't going to wait on him, not even sure if that's what he wanted.  I started the engine and left the parking lot.  I just headed in the direction of home because that was the only place I knew to go.  I wasn't going to let him have me on his desk again.  Not that it wasn't hot the first time, but so many things were hot the first time.  It was only about a ten minute drive.  So I decided if I got home for the night, I wasn't going back out.  Longboard had to think and act fast.  Then I got a text.

             
Sage Waikiki Room 1510 Reservation Blair Fischer

              I looked at the text and realized I didn't know exactly where
The Sage Waikiki
was but everyone knew the place was posh.  I had to
Google
it on my phone.  It was out on Kahala Ave.  And I was kind of headed in that direction.  I kept repeating the reservation name over and over in my head so I could just say it naturally.  About the tenth time I repeated it, I realized Blair was a unisex name.  It could be for a man or woman.  It was a nice play because I could ask for the keycard to 1510 under the name Blair Fischer and the front desk staff would easily think of me as a Blair Fischer.  But then Longboard could do the same thing.  There would be no real record that two people, male and female went to the same room, unless someone studied the camera footage.  Longboard wasn't counting on that.  Neither was I. 

Chapter 5

             
It was about 12:53 am when I got to the room.  But I wouldn't call it a room really.  It was maybe a little bigger than my duplex, including both apartments.  The bathroom had a step-in Jacuzzi, walled off by pillars.  And it took up maybe a quarter of the entire suite.  The mirror in the bathroom was so long it was panoramic.  Even before I stepped into the bathroom, I could see my reflection on the far side of the mirror.  The shower was the one thing I couldn't really figure out.  The walls were covered with Talavera tiles.  There was no curtain or glass but it was in its own area, far enough away from everything to be wet, while everything else stayed dry.  The shower was elevated, two steps lead up to the floor, where you could shower.  And the shower was wide.  The shower had a drain but then there was a slope that allowed the water to flow down over the side of the shower floor.  There was a grout covered gutter where excess water could overflow and drain off.  It looked like some modern improvement on a basic concept, showering.  I was sure it had some purpose or some
feng shui
in it.  Luxury hotels were always at the forefront of the trend.  I wasn't so sure whether the trend would catch on though.  It looked like something they would do in Spain, but everything done in Spain didn't catch on elsewhere.  Barcelona's
Park Güell
was like a life-sized version of
Candyland
.  But every city didn't have one.  Every city didn't need one.  What I was looking at was the
Park Güell
of showers.  I continued to study the room and felt how soft was the carpet in the bedroom.  It wasn't really carpet.  It was that microfiber stuff.  But it was nice. 

              I heard the lock turning at about 1:40 am.  It had been about forty-five minutes, since I showed up but it seemed like less.  There was just so much to take in.  I was playing up the role of a princess for most of my time.  I really didn't need Prince Charming.  But his real-world counterpart walked in.  Longboard was as real-world as Prince Charming got for us average girls.  Kate Middleton was a mock up.  You'd didn't live life thinking you were gonna get set up like her.  I came out of the bathroom and saw Longboard wearing the same thing I last saw him wearing.  There wasn't a greeting.

              "The front desk staff changes at 1:30 in the morning," said Longboard.

              "Then you've been here before."

              "Wolves pick their hunting ground because they know the layout," said Longboard.

              "Are you saying you're a wolf?"

              "No," said Longboard, "I'm saying I'm smart enough to follow my instinct."

              "Like a wolf?"

              "Like a hungry wolf," said Longboard.

              I didn't babysit.  Most of what I was doing was psychological, priming him.  I liked the guys that looked like men and I wanted them to act like men.  With his broad shoulders, Longboard definitely looked the part and he acted it.  Longboard gave me the impression of a man.  And that was sexy.  Longboard moved close to me and I turned my back to him.  I could feel the cover of his shadow.  I took a few steps forward but stopped.  Longboard bumped into me.  I grabbed his pants with my right hand and gave a grown-up squeeze to everything I could get my hand on.  I couldn't get my hand on all of it.  But I could feel that I had won my own bet.  It didn't seem like Longboard just wanted a bang.  Because he wasn't hard just yet.  We'd have to remedy that, which meant foreplay. 

              There was so much of Longboard that I couldn't grab all of it through his cotton pants.  I could feel the tip of his penis pressed against the inside of his pants.  The sudden pump from my hand put Longboard and his dong on the same page.  I knew Longboard could feel his hardening dick retrofitting his own boxer-briefs.  His increasing size probably slipped out the side of his briefs reminding him of something he often forgot.  He hung to the right.  He knew he was big.  He knew, probably since the locker room in his high school football days he knew.  In fact, he probably had a few girls in college call it off unexpectedly.  Because his size was a little more than they were expecting.  The strange thing about my line of thought was that it turned out to be true.  Longboard had issues with being so big.  But I was too worked up about what happened Tuesday night on Longboard's desk to think about what happened a few hours before at
Osmi
.  We got a bit personal at
Osmi
.  The conversation was standoff-ish but that's probably because we had hot sex and didn't say anything else about it.  The brief conversation at
Osmi
was the first time we actually spoke, since he finished in the conference room.  And we got a bit more personal.  Sex isn't personal, it's biological.  But Longboard talked a bit about his family.  He didn't even graduate high school.  I never knew that.  I had the feeling his family had money but I just thought he graduated top of his class and went to an Ivy League school--then graduated top of his class from an Ivy League school.  But that was judging a book by its cover.  In fact, to be as successful as Longboard in business, it seems fitting that you would have a little adversity.  How else could he stand up when business was down?  And he did struggle to get a foothold the first five years.  I didn't know that from him directly.  The
Hawai'i Tribune-Herald
did an updated article on him called
Gunslinger
in 2014.  It was a follow up to an article they did in 2000 called
Young Gun
, which illustrated his rise from a claims adjuster to entrepreneur.  The article talked about some early investments that went bust but then he learned the game of managing his insurance float and started making better investments.  The article talked about how he was riding the wave of success from investments he made in 2008 during the Great Recession.  Some of those investments were up 800% or more and he was able to use the excess capital to make more strategic investments.  And in a low interest rate environment, he was able to borrow cheap money against the value of his company to have more funds to invest.  I wouldn't have understood what the article was talking about if I didn't work for
Key Way
. 

              Longboard stood behind me and started cupping his hands over my butt.  His right hand was rounding the right cheek.  And his left hand was doing the left one.  He was starting off a lot like he had the last time, when we were in his office.  But then something changed.  He fingered my left hand.  He started at the palm and then worked his fingers between mine.  Then he locked his hand in mine and backed off.  Our hands were fastened together like Legos, as Longboard moved backward so did I.  I turned around not to lose my balance.  He pulled me across the room to the king-sized bed that was in the middle of the room.  The entire time I was alone in the suite I didn't go near the bed.  Falling on it was a good introduction.  It let me know how soft the thing was.  It had to be expensive.  Those weren't springs underneath.  I knew that much.  I kind of expected Longboard to attack.  But he didn't charge.  And there was no
Animal Planet
voice-over to explain why he didn't attack.  He was a wolf, a shark, a lion--any predatory animal.  And he was an Alpha.  He had that instinct.  It's why he was successful.  He had the fortitude to do what others didn't, like buy up a lot of assets in 2008 when everyone was heading for the exits.  But he rolled over on his back exposing his belly--classic submissive.  He was giving in somehow, giving up some ground.  His office was his den.  He attacked me when I came in it.  But the hotel was something else.  It affected him differently, me too.

              "You know what sucks about college?" said Longboard.

              "What?"

              "Youth," he said.

              "Why?"

              "Learned youth," he said.

              "What is learned youth?"

              "A trick," he said.

              "How so?"

              "Because you are too young to realize the education you get is not in the books you bought but in the mistakes you make," said Longboard, "College makes you pay attention to the wrong things."

              "What did you study in college?"

              "Economics with an accounting minor, you?" said Longboard.

              "Communications with an emphasis in web-based communications."

              "And is this your dream job?" asked Longboard.

              "It's never your dream job.  As soon as you get it, you start dreaming bigger."

              "Honestly," said Longboard, "That's been my career."

              "Your career ain't over yet."

              "True," said Longboard, "But I might be interesting in making some changes."

              "What changes?"

              "We'll see," said Longboard, "I've got several things on my mind."

              "You're the head of a company that did $303 million turnover last year.  You've always got several things on your mind."

              "That is true," said Longboard.

              "So what's on your mind?"

              "A million things," said Longboard, "And nothing."

              "How's that possible?"

              "I went from a high school dropout to sitting atop a diversified insurance conglomerate, what does that tell you?" said Longboard.

              "Anything's possible."

              "Anything is," said Longboard.  He got quiet for a while.  His body language was still more vulnerable than he ever displayed in the office.  I leaned over on my side.  I was still in my black T-shirt dress, no cleavage but arms showing.  I was trying to listen and look good while doing it.  Longboard went on.  He opened up.  I don't know why but he just started telling me things about himself that I never knew.  There was always the power balance of information in relationships.  With employees, the boss always knew more about the employee.  For starters, he knew my salary.  I didn't know his exactly.  When profits were up, I'm sure he took home more.  But I didn't know what he was taking home.  He drove an
Alfa 8C
.  But maybe it was leased.  A lot of dudes on the Island drove light pickup trucks, even if they had money.  Pick-ups were great because they compensated any outdoor sport, especially water sports.  Driving a supercar almost said
I'm a prick
.  You couldn't tote a surfboard with a supercar.  You couldn't carry waterskies, tow a jet ski or a boat.  There was no hitch on a supercar.  There was something above the line about driving one in O'ahu.  Guys who lived like that usually spent big always, because they had to set themselves apart.  Longboard could have been living on credit to maintain appearances.  A lot of guys who were supposed to be big on the Island were that way.  Maybe they had some money but they lived outside the range they could afford.   That was common in Hawaii.  Between the refined beach bods and the premium property prices, there was a lot to spend money on.  Longboard had seen my resume.  I had seen his news article.  Even though he was a high-profile figure, I felt like he knew more about me than I did about him.  But every word that came out of his mouth tipped the balance.  I started to learn more and more about him. 

              He was actually avoiding me because he was wondering how I felt about him or more accurately
how I felt him
.  He was worried that he might have been too big for me.  Apparently he had seen that happen before.   He had some awkward encounters.  It was Denise, his first long-term girlfriend that let him know it was his size.  The first time they had sex her labia swelled up.  He had to dial a non-emergency medical line.  She had to sit in a bathtub of warm water to get the swelling down.  But Denise stayed, partially out of naïveté.  She was a virgin before Longboard.  She didn't know anything else about sex.  She thought the pain was part and parcel of the act.  She resigned herself to woman-up and take it.  Besides, Longboard wasn't a boy.  He was a man.  But he didn't let his male-character prevent him from being a nice guy.  And Denise discovered another thing about being with a well-hung Alpha-male, bragging rights.  Her girlfriends didn't even know their vag could swell up like Denise described.  It was intriguing.  The rest of Denise's cat-pack wondered if they could handle it, like Denise did.  They began to complain where they hadn't complained before.  They stayed away from athletes because of the co-ed counselling.  The freshmen girls had been treated to an orientation lecture that told them the average campus rapist was typically of a more athletic build.  So most of Denise's girls dated the T-shirt-wearing gamer guys.  Because of Denise, they began to see it as a raw deal.  They sat around at LAN parties bored out of their skull, watching their boyfriends play
Halo
.  When they tried to be a 'good girlfriend' and take a turn at the controller.  They got a litany of commands in their ear and before they realized the difference between the X and Y buttons, the screen went red and they were told their turn was up.  They returned to their boyfriend's dorm to try and feel what they could feel.  They realized they were focusing during sex.  They realized they were with the wrong guy.  Guys who lived their lives in a virtual world, virtually did things in the real world.  Denise asked them if the gamer guys shot pixels, instead of sperm.  They probably did was the consensus.  Denise told Longboard that she and her girlfriends had coined the phrase
Don't Get Focused, Get Fucked
.