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I grin at her and settle myself into the chair in front of her desk. The wooden surface is covered with knickknacks, mostly gold, mostly expensive, and a few photos — also in gold frames. She probably wants the place to look classy. I think it looks gaudy. Grabbing one of the frames, I glance at a picture of our whole family. It was from a reunion a few years back, all fifty or so Keeleys are present and smiling their best haughty smiles. Except for me. I’m in the back glowering. I hated that I had to go to that thing, but I love that I ruined the pictures. Sighing, I set the frame back on my sister’s desk.
She reaches out to straighten it, setting her mouth in a line and glaring at me. “What do you want, brother?” The last word of her question comes out snide. She hates that we are related. The feeling is mutual.
“I’m setting up my computers and network this week in the annex. There is a crawl space the cables need to go into. A small crawl space. I want to borrow your employee. I saw her in the elevator today, and a small girl like that will make the process go faster. Which should make Kane and Ashton happy since I will be able to get to work quicker as well.”
Kane and Ashton are the CEOs of McKenzie Tech. Kane is dying for my team and me to get started on a new type of tablet. He wants to break into the Apple game and bring the technology back to McKenzie Tech. That’s why I’m here and earning a ton of money. Not that I really needed it. My family is seriously rich, but I feel it is important to make my own money. To prove I can. Sloane is the same way.
My sister frowns at me. She brings her hands off the computer keyboard and folds them over her desk. “Can’t one of your guys do it?” she whines.
My guys are still hard at work in my old building. Since I just found a new pet, I plan to keep them that way for a week or two or until I got bored with her — Mandy.
I lean forward and take a nice black pen out of Sloane’s golden pen holder. Her frown turns into a snarl. This is a habit I always do when I ask her for something. It’s a subliminal reminder that I can take anything that is hers.
I have programmed Sloane over the years by repeating this gesture — taking a pen, or a thumbtack, or a piece of food off her plate — something small enough that she doesn’t get too mad, but still triggers the training I have instilled in her. Now she will say yes to whatever I ask.
“Fine, Chris,” she snaps and turns away before she sees me smile.
I hook her pen into the neck of my t-shirt. There is no way I am giving it back. I stand and wander casually towards the door to her office, taking my time, and not saying goodbye. Not that it matters, Sloane is already staring back at her computer.
“Buy some suits,” she snaps as I pass through the threshold. “You look like a bum!”
I ignore her outbursts, put my thumbs into my jeans pockets, and stroll down the hallway towards the elevator.
I don’t need to, but I pass Mandy’s cubical anyway. She’s sitting, trying to act calm and staring into the screen of her computer. In her mind, I bet she’s praying that seeing me wouldn’t affect her in any way, but I can see the slight tremble in her breasts. Her soft, perky breasts. They are all mine now, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them again.
On the edge of Mandy’s desk is a pink cup filled with lollypops of different colors. The sight pleases me immensely. She likes sucking on things. That is great because I like to be sucked. Hard.
I stop and lean into the wall of her cubical. Mandy doesn’t say anything. She just eyes me with fear and lust in her eyes. I bet her panties are damp again. I reach over and pluck a green sucker from her cup. She doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t say a thing, but her breathing speeds up. Slowly, I open the wrapper and lick the lollypop with my tongue extended out as far as it can go. Just like I had it minutes ago when it was in her pussy.
Mandy shutters. A gasp escapes her parted lips. Feeling infinitely pleased, I suck the lollypop into my mouth and smile at her around the stick. She shutters again as if she is going to cum by just remembering what I did to her. I hope she will. I hope she replays our encounter this morning in her head over and over while she is using her vibrator tonight. That thought makes me smile.
