Hey, long time no see
Between larger projects, I wrote a shorter piece - a single-shot story. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon, with fantastic Californian weather, not a single cloud in the sky, and I was about to get fired. What a wonderful way to start the weekend.
Sitting across from me, my boss, Sienna Hammond, took off her elegant glasses and rubbed her temples. On her laptop screen was an email—the reason for my inevitable dismissal.
To say that Sienna was stressed was an understatement. More like devastated by what I had done. It wasn't pleasant to see her in such a state, but at the moment, there was nothing I could do about it.
No hiding the fact: I screwed up a very serious and lucrative deal for her company—a chance for a substantial financial boost through securing an investor. And I did it intentionally, but also with a clear conscience. No regrets whatsoever. I thought I did the right thing, but others, especially my boss, might see it differently. She didn't have the full picture, but that was about to change soon.
"Kian, please, help me understand how this happened. I'm just shocked. You know, in this case, I have no choice but to—" She paused, not wanting or not being able to say that she was firing me.
It rarely happened that Sienna was in such a state. Usually, she was very composed, knew what she was doing, had a plan, and could come up with solutions to any problem. But then again, I didn't usually pull off things like this. Or never, to be specific, because, in essence, I was her best employee. And very loyal, without a hint of false modesty.
"I know how it looks, Sienna. And yes, what they wrote in the email is true. I was as rude to them as possible and, in the end, told them they could go fuck themselves. However, I didn't start that argument. Those guys were a band of jerks," I replied, surprised at how calm my voice was. Apparently, doing the right thing gave me a significant boost to my self-confidence.
"Many people are jerks in this business, Kian; you know that perfectly well. But we need to see the bigger picture. What happened? You always handled these conversations so well, whether someone was rude or an obnoxious celebrity," Sienna said, shaking her head in resignation.
It was tough to look at her face, painted with a sense of betrayal. She was entitled to feel that way, for sure.
"I know, Sienna, and believe me, if they were rude to me, I would've brushed it off. You know me. But they were offensive and completely disrespectful… toward you," I said quietly but with conviction.
"Toward me?" she repeated, visibly surprised.
"Yes, toward you," I emphasized. "They said things that deserved a punch in the face, not just firing back verbally. Especially that CEO’s son," I replied, and for the first time, irritation crept into my voice. But only because I recalled what those guys were saying about Sienna.
She remained silent for a while, obviously not knowing how to react. I looked at her attractive face, still beautiful despite her forty years, and felt torn inside. On one hand, I certainly didn't want to hurt her business and the company I had been in for seven years. On the other hand, I couldn't stand by as some clowns insulted a woman. Yes, I white-knighted for my boss. And it felt great.
"What did they say?" she asked after a moment, lowering her eyes to the desk.
"Ah, they were so disgusting that I don't even want to repeat it. But I recorded our argument. In case of a lawsuit or something. I mean, not the whole thing, because I didn't expect it to take that turn, so the first exchange is not on the recording. But if you want to hear it, I can send it to you."
"Yes, please," she replied.
So I pulled out my phone and quickly emailed her the audio file. Sienna was confused and disheartened, but paradoxically, hearing at least a part of my version of what had happened seemed to improve her mood slightly. However, I didn't want her to see it as an attempt to avoid the consequences of my fuck-up.
"Listen, I know how important this deal was, and I want you to know I’m ready to face whatever comes next," I said, standing up from her desk. "I don’t want you to feel limited by what you hear in the recording. This deal could have been salvaged if I had ignored their comments and not engaged in an argument. I take full responsibility. I know business is business, but I couldn't bear it as a man and as your… close colleague."
I purposely didn't use the word "friend", although that was truly how we could be described. Heck, there was a one-time episode in our history that could have been even more. But that's a story for another time.
I didn't want to put Sienna in a position that could be perceived as playing on emotions or even using emotional blackmail. I blew the deal; I knew what I was doing, and I had to take it on the chin. Isn't that the way a man should handle things?
"Kian, we'll talk about this after I listen to it, okay? I'm sorry; I'm very confused. This is madness," she said, looking almost pleadingly at me.
"Of course. I'll be at my desk and can stay longer if needed," I replied and left her office.
It was madness, indeed. Seriously, I didn't expect that in the business world on such a tier, people could operate completely devoid of culture and class. But evidently, you can't buy that with money.
But, step by step—the whole story went like this: Since I was always good at smooth talk and Sienna trusted me, I was sent to close a deal with an investor. It was a company from the Middle East with vast capital, truly what I call "fuck you money". They could invest in whatever they wanted, however much they wanted, and in any way they wanted. They could burn money and not worry about bad decisions. Maybe that's where their arrogance came from.
Sienna ran the company AthleteAdvantage, which gathered former professional athletes from various fields, including herself, me, and practically every other employee—maybe except for the accountants and cleaning staff. We, in turn, took care of active athletes, young newcomers, and promising talents. The job involved scouting talent in colleges, securing sponsorship deals for them, managing them, arranging their participation in commercials, and sometimes even guiding them through life like toddlers to ensure they squeezed the most out of their talent so we could make a profit off it.
And here was the reason why these clowns started insulting Sienna. I mean, primarily because she's a woman and runs a successful company. For some narrow-minded idiots, that's reason enough. I don't want to say it's because of where these guys come from, as we've dealt with many counterparts from that cultural background, and no one has ever behaved like this. Here, it was more about individual deficiencies in personal culture.
But misogyny and sexism aside, in this case, there was also body-shaming and blatant questioning of her gender.
My boss was a professional female bodybuilder. I mean, she used to be a pro, as she no longer competed, but at the peak of her career, she consistently ranked in the top ten of her category, and in one season, she even secured a podium spot at the Ms. Olympia.
This meant she was the real deal in the industry, so it wasn’t surprising that she was very muscular—more than the average gym-goer, or the typical athletic soccer mom. Sienna was really big, even though she toned down her muscle mass after retiring from active competition. But despite the size of her muscles, she looked feminine and acted the same way. And she was the mother of a college-age girl, Annie.
First and foremost, she had a truly beautiful face that, despite her age and the sacrifices demanded by professional bodybuilding, retained its freshness and had minimal wrinkles. Her distinguishing features included large green eyes with subtle yellow accents, full lips, and nobly sculpted cheeks and nose. As far as I knew, she hadn't had any work done, which was even more impressive considering how good she looked at her age. Most likely, the healthy diet and lots of physical activity paid off.
Yes, she had well-developed arms, muscular thighs, and a strong back, but at the same time, a wasp-like narrow waist, sexy shapely buttocks, and large breasts. The latter were the work of a surgeon, but who cares? I know what the fitness industry demands and the times we live in. In California, every other woman had implants. Sienna's bust was very proportional to her entire figure. However, her waist did the most work for her feminine silhouette, and it was her best asset during her career, always earning her a lot of points from judges in competitions. I'm no expert, of course, but I've heard that if bodybuilders have bloated abs or a disproportionately wide midsection, their physiques are rated much lower. That's why Sienna's waist was so outstanding.
And then there was her style—she knew how to dress exceptionally well, elegantly, and with class, emphasizing the advantages of her silhouette, such as that killer waist and her curves. I couldn't help but marvel at how her large biceps didn't burst the seams of her perfectly tailored satin shirts. Whether she wore jeans, suit pants, fitted skirts, looser tunics, or dresses, she looked one hundred percent feminine. And that's how she carried herself.
I’m aware that this type of female body is not everybody’s cup of tea, and that's fine. Some people are shocked to see such a muscular woman, others are curious, and so on. It took me some time to come to terms with the fact that here was an attractive woman more buffed than I am. But I never thought about it out of spite or disrespect.
I also know that at the mention of "female bodybuilder," many people imagine some monstrosity with stubble, like the women's Olympic team of East Germany back in the Cold War era. Sienna was the complete opposite. Besides, even if she did look like that, it doesn't give anyone the right to demean and mock her. After all, it wasn’t high school anymore. Although, in the case of these guys, it wasn’t even locker room banter; it was just plain sewer-level trash talk.
So when this pathetic goober hit me with the question about working under a "lady-dude" and then started implying that Sienna was a man in a dress and stuff like that, I really lost it. Damn, even now, I was still shaking from nerves, and I don't know how I managed to restrain myself from punching him in the face.
I returned to the room I shared with two other colleagues, Maggie and Jeff. As soon as I sat at my desk, Maggie immediately turned to me.
"And how did it go? Was she furious? Did she… you know?" she asked, with such a fake expression of concern on her face that it almost gave me a stroke.
"No, Maggie, she hasn't fired me yet, but don't worry, you'll find out if she does," I replied somewhat wryly, not giving a damn about what she thought.
She made a slightly offended and innocent face, like, 'what's your problem, dude, I'm just asking,' but fortunately, she kept quiet.
Maggie was also a bodybuilder, but definitely not at Sienna's level, both in terms of musculature and professionalism. She was more of a modern female bodybuilder—or should I say, fitness influencer type. She didn't participate in any bodybuilding competitions, unless they were about contests of who could stick their ass out more on Insta****. However, she had broad connections in the industry and a lot of followers, so she did well at work.
She was a hottie, but unfortunately, the content of her quite pretty head didn't match her appearance. Maggie had a TikTok brain. She was addicted to attention, gossip, easy money, attention, social media, glam, attention, and Botox. Did I mention that she was addicted to attention? Yeah, that sums her up pretty much…
Curiously, Maggie was interested in me only when I was married. When I got divorced, her interest evaporated. But all is well; apparently, I dodged a bullet. Now, she was at the stage of pretending to be my good friend, for God knows what reasons. Probably to have an alternate source for some gossip.
Jeff, a big black guy and a former NFL quarterback, listened to my exchange with Maggie and then gave me an approving nod. I knew what he wanted to convey, since he roughly knew what happened at the meeting. We had a pretty decent friendship, of course, by modern workplace relationship standards. Our daughters attended art classes together.
So, Maggie somewhat doubled Sienna's expertise since the boss couldn't handle everything on her own. Jeff was our football guy, and to a lesser extent, rugby. We also had people for basketball, wrestling, hockey, athletics, and other sports.
As for me, as a former MLS player, I dealt mainly with soccer but also with softball and lacrosse. But football was my passion—and by football, I mean soccer. I always bantered with Jeff that we Americans got all these names wrong and that the rest of the world was right. Kicking a round ball with your feet should be called football. Carrying an egg-shaped ball in your hands and kicking it once in a while simply shouldn't. I digress, but you get what I mean.
Yeah, I know it kinda sucks to be born with a talent for the most popular sport on the planet in the USA, where that sport is like the sixth most popular or so. But what can you do about it? If life gives you lemons, you take them and... juggle them with your feet because that's what you're good at.
I spent most of my career with the Los Angeles Galaxy, playing as a defensive midfielder. Not the most spotlighted position, but it was my element. I was the heart, lungs, and liver of the team, breaking down opponents' attacks and patching up holes in the defense. Most people overlooked me because of my unassuming poster-boy look, but I had the ferocity of Gennaro Gattuso, the game-reading ability of Claude Makélélé, and passing skills like Toni Kroos. So where's my damn Ballon d'Or?
Of course, I'm kidding; I knew my place. I was good at what I did, at least by American standards—not good enough to play in Europe, so Messi, Ronaldo, and Lewandowski could sleep easy. However, when I was twenty-nine, Hellas Verona, a club from the Italian Serie A, showed interest in me. I never made it there, though, because I tore my cruciate ligaments, and that pretty much ended my career.
That's when I started working for Sienna. Her company was only three years old at the time, and I helped build it from the ground up. It was quite a journey. And if I'm painfully honest, I didn't want to be let go. I was ready to face the consequences, but I didn't want to leave the company. It was a cool job, helped me grow in many ways, and Sienna was a great boss.
Over these seven years, our relationship, both professionally and personally, was perfect. Sienna was demanding but always held herself to the highest standards first. This set a good example, and people wanted to work for her.
We also became close personally, and I can confidently say we had a friendly relationship. Since she was a divorcee herself, she was a great help and understanding during my own divorce proceedings.
Speaking of my divorce, it reminded me of the moment I mentioned earlier. During the time I was battling Cheryl, my then-soon-to-be ex-wife, for the assets of my life, Sienna and I flew to Fort Lauderdale to secure players from Inter Miami, a club that had joined the MLS during that period. We landed some interesting contracts, so our little delegation turned out to be a success.
One evening, we were celebrating in the hotel, and, let's not beat around the bush, we got quite drunk. Especially Sienna, while I held my liquor pretty well. We had fun, things took their own course, and we ended up in my hotel room, lying in each other's arms on the bed. And that's when Sienna kissed me.
We kissed for a good two minutes, and, of course, it was as amazing as it was surprising. But after a moment, Sienna pulled back and broke the kiss. Leaning her head against my chest, she mumbled "sorry" probably a hundred times, saying that she didn't want to take advantage of my current divorce situation, that she was drunk, and so on. A moment later, she fell asleep, snuggled up next to me.
I drifted off shortly after her, and when I woke up, she was no longer in the room. Sienna never brought up the topic again—maybe she didn't remember because she was so drunk, or maybe she was embarrassed. I also didn't revisit it for other reasons, like my nasty divorce or the fact that I was, after all, Sienna's employee, and things could get very awkward between us. Nevertheless, that happened.
Since then, or maybe even from the very beginning, I had a crush on her, and everything indicated that it was mutual. Still, for various reasons, we never took it further. One thing was certain—Sienna was an exceptional woman, and I respected her as a boss and as a person.
Reflecting on my seven years in her company, I was mindlessly clicking on my work computer, mostly doing nonsensical file organizing, and I didn't even notice when Maggie left. Only later did I absentmindedly say goodbye to Jeff. A moment later, I found myself alone in the entire office with Sienna.
It was already past five, and since she hadn't called me into her office yet, I decided to take a quick shower. Yes, we had a bathroom—it was pretty much a necessity in a company full of athletes. Sometimes, during client meetings, we had to get dirty, kick a ball, break a sweat, or something. Besides, many people commuted to work on bikes; some even ran. A shower was necessary to keep the office from smelling like a locker room.
On my way to the bathroom, I saw Sienna through the glass doors of her office. She was sitting at her desk, wearing headphones and leaning over her phone. Was she still listening to the recording? Wow, that was surprising. The whole brawl with those idiots lasted less than ten minutes, or twelve if you count what I couldn't record at the beginning. Interesting…
A quick, cool shower helped me clear my head and pull myself together. Whatever will be, will be, I thought. It wasn’t like losing this job would put me in any financial trouble—fortunately, I wasn’t a spoiled, free-spending, always-partying soccer star, and I earned quite a bit during my career. I had savings and made successful real estate investments that brought in passive income. I didn’t splurge on luxury cars, even though I could have. And despite my ex-bitch-wife’s efforts to strip me of everything, I could live comfortably for many months without working. But that wasn’t the point. I just liked this job and found fulfillment in it. That's what I felt sorry for.
After leaving the bathroom, I went to the kitchen to grab something to drink, and there I found Sienna. She seemed surprised to see me and looked a bit distracted. Her eyes were slightly red… as if she had been crying? Damn, that was unexpected.
"Kian! Um... I thought you had already left. It’s past five," she said, glancing at her watch.
"I said I could stay longer. We were supposed to talk," I replied calmly, looking at her attentively.
"Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I'm a bit scattered." She raised her hands to her face and, with a distracted gesture, pushed back her chestnut hair. Her big biceps momentarily became visible. She looked at me and said, "Let’s go to my office."
Although it wasn’t the right moment, I couldn’t help but glance at her shapely butt tightly encased in smooth graphite pants. And that waist! Her waist got me every time. The contrast it created between her hips and muscular back was mind-blowing.
As we entered her office, I approached her desk, but Sienna suggested we sit on the couch, so I did.
"Would you like something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?" she asked, heading toward the mini-bar.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise but replied, "Sure, I’d love that."
"Can you open it?" she asked, handing me the bottle and corkscrew.
I did it skillfully, like I was a born Italian or… someone with extensive drinking experience. Let’s not dwell on it. I handed her the bottle, and she poured two glasses.
Okay, this was a bit odd. Drinking wine with someone you’re about to fire? Did she want to get us a little tipsy to make it easier? I was beginning to suspect that things weren’t going to go exactly as I expected, but I still had no idea what would happen.
I couldn't fully grasp Sienna's mood. Undoubtedly, she was tense, and she seemed down, but… there was also a noticeable calmness around her. That, too, I couldn’t interpret.
She sat quite close to me, turning toward me and resting her elbow on the couch's armrest. Then she looked at me, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn’t race a bit. That was my usual reaction to being so close to her. Usually, it was a pleasant thrill, but today it was understandable that I was tense.
"What a day, huh?" she said, shaking her head with a tired smile.
I nodded, not quite sure how to respond. The conversation wasn’t going in the direction I expected.
Sienna looked at me for a while, her eyes holding something serious and sad. I could see she was gearing up to say something difficult; we both knew what.
"Kian… I… I don't want you to leave the company," she said in a slightly hoarse voice, clearing her throat a few times.
"You don't?" I repeated, surprised, then continued, paradoxically as if I wanted to guide her in the right direction. "Sienna, I messed up a really important deal."
What was wrong with me?
She lowered her head and looked at the wine in her glass for a moment.
"There are much more important things than this deal, Kian," she said quietly, looking into my eyes again.
"In life? Sure, I agree, but in this case, it would have been the most important investor we could have gained. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to leave Athlete either, but undoubtedly, I worked against its interests. If I were in your shoes, I’d probably kick myself out," I said with a self-destructive honesty that surprised even me. But I just felt that was the right thing to say.
I've never had trouble admitting when I screwed up, whether it was a match or something professional. When I did it during interviews as a soccer player, it gained me appreciation from the fans, but at work… it didn't quite work the same way.
Sienna snorted softly and shook her head.
"Even what you're saying proves that I shouldn't do this. C’mon, would you fire your best employee? Someone with such intuition and insight into this business? And… such a loyal friend?" She raised her well-groomed eyebrows.
I fell silent, surprised by her words. I thought about how to respond, but I only opened my mouth to take a sip of wine. It was probably a better choice than saying something stupid.
"Yes, Kian, it was an important deal financially. But I think we'll manage somehow because we've been doing pretty well without the help of those guys. And if I ran this business just looking at the money, I don't think we'd be where we are now. People are the foundation of our business, not money. The money comes only if our relationships with those people are good. And today, despite the high stakes, you chose the human side of the business..."
Again, I didn’t quite know how to respond to this because, I won’t lie, her words made a big impression on me. Or maybe more the tone of her voice, because I sensed appreciation and even gratitude in it. It made me a bit self-conscious for some reason. So, I raised my glass as if to toast.
"Well said, Sienna. Cheers," I said, and we clinked our glasses. She chuckled, this time a bit more cheerfully.
For a moment, we drank wine in silence. After a while, Sienna got up, went to her desk, and came back with her phone. She sat down again, and I swear she was even closer than before. But I didn’t mind. I don’t know if it was because of stress or if my head was just spinning, but the wine was already offering a pleasant and slightly numbing buzz. I caught a faint whiff of her perfume, which also made me a bit dizzy. Oh, what a day.
"I meant it, Kian," she said, placing her phone next to her thigh. Absentmindedly, she tapped her finger on the darkened screen. "I listened to that recording maybe twenty times..."
I interrupted her, "Damn, you shouldn't delve into it that much, seriously. Why make yourself feel bad? Those guys were disgusting haters, and you know what we advise all the athletes we work with: Don’t read comments about yourself. Don’t let that hate get into your head."
"You're right, but once I started, I couldn't stop. But it wasn't some masochistic need to hear them insulting me; it was more about..." She paused for a moment, averting her gaze. After a while, she changed the topic, "You know, I'm well aware of how female bodybuilders are perceived in society, and I've encountered negative comments about muscular female bodies more than once. I thought I had tough skin and it wouldn't bother me that much. But I was wrong. Hearing such rudeness directed at me…” She didn’t finish, just shook her head.
"That's exactly what I meant. It takes a toll on your psyche," I said. "And those jerks deserved a slap. Especially the boss's son. It was so tempting to just smack his stupid, chubby double chin. Typical guy who was never punched in the face. Besides, you heard it yourself—he was the main one talking, and his minion mostly just chuckled under his breath."
"Yes. And I'm glad you didn't hit him. The last thing we needed was for you to get into legal trouble over it. But, as strange as this is going to sound, please know that I appreciate that you wanted to do it," she said, hesitating to smile.
"Well, in the old days, the cops would probably congratulate me on my pedagogical skills." I did a pretty good impression of the classic transatlantic accent, which made Sienna laugh, this time genuinely cheerful.
"Unfortunately, times have changed," she muttered, still amused.
We sat in silence for a moment, sipping wine. I looked at Sienna while she wasn't looking at me.
I don't know why, but my thoughts kept going back to that memorable evening in Fort Lauderdale. The fact that it was because I was drinking alcohol with Sienna again would be a pretty shallow association on my part. We’d had the opportunity to party a few times in our acquaintanceship. But now, there was something more—some strange, unusual vibe to the situation.
Sienna picked up her phone but placed it on her thigh and kept holding it there. She turned toward me again.
"I know you'll think it's pathetic, but I cut out a few bits from that recording and listened to them over and over," she said with an unreadable expression.
"Oh, I'm not sure if that was a good idea, Sienna. It's kind of masochistic," I replied, trying to joke a bit at the end.
"I wanted to hear your responses, Kian. It mattered to me," she said with sudden passion. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming, but also exciting for some reason.
I won't lie, she caught me off guard again, and I didn’t know what to say… again. Probably the perfect response would come to me in a week, in the shower or while driving.
L'esprit de l'escalier.Sienna looked into my eyes and smiled faintly after a while. She unlocked her phone screen and searched for something for a moment. Then I heard my voice on the recording.
"...this is extremely inappropriate and rude." It was strange to hear my voice, since I’ve somewhat gotten used to not listening to interviews with me. I recognized that it was a snippet from an earlier phase of the argument. The beginning of my statement was cut off.
"Look at him, what a white knight," the boss's son said to his lackey, trying to find an ally. He wanted to sound cocky but was surprised that I stood up for Sienna. He thought I'd join in and roast my boss.
"A white knight? No, just someone with integrity who reacts to crassness." That was my riposte, maybe not the best, but I was boiling with nerves.
"Such a big word for mere jokes," the jerk tried to turn it into a joke, but it was ridiculous.
"Jokes have this thing—they're funny. And when they're funny, they can be told in the presence of the person who's the butt of the joke so everyone can laugh. But you have to have balls to do that. That element is clearly lacking."
I remembered the guy replying, "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to," but the recording ended on my statement. My heart started pounding as if I were reliving that argument all over again. Shit, the last thing I needed was to have some PTSD from this. But the truth was, I don't know if I'd ever felt such anger before.
"You have no idea how much what you said meant to me," Sienna said, looking at the remains of the wine in her glass. "You see, my ex-husband had this friend, Brad, who was a stand-up comedian. I mean, he would occasionally perform at open mic nights and try to make it." Sienna made air quotes with her fingers. "In reality, Brad was just an alcoholic and an unemployed loser. A forever man-child, if you know what I mean. But Robert loved him, so Brad hung out with us a lot—at barbecues, parties, and so on."
She paused for a moment, swirling the glass thoughtfully and watching the wine spin inside. I didn’t interject because I felt it wasn’t an easy moment for her. Her marriage fell apart over a decade ago, and the divorce was very messy. Her husband, Robert, was a gambler and had debts. He blew all his money at the casino, and for a long time, he managed to keep it a secret. But his addiction became so serious that he started stealing Sienna’s money she earned as a bodybuilder. As it turned out, their marriage had other issues too, all thanks to her ex-husband's shortcomings.
When it came to marriages that failed, not through our fault, we could relate. Cheryl, my ex-wife, had a comfortable life, but she couldn't keep her legs together. Even though she was proven to have cheated, she still got a shitload of money and assets. A fantastic example of our courts' sense of justice…
Sienna looked at me again and said, "Brad liked to joke about me, about how I look, my muscles, and so on. And I won't lie, sometimes it was funny. I don't think I'm so insecure that I can't laugh at myself. But there were times when he was just plain rude, and his roasts were really vicious. And Robert would never tell Brad that he was taking things too far. He didn't even mention it at all. Hell! He told me I was oversensitive. That it was just joking. Even when Brad roasted him for being married to a bodybuilder, saying it was gay or that a woman was stronger than him, Robert just laughed as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life."
Sienna fell silent and again stared into her glass as if embarrassed by what she had just confessed. Well, I wasn't surprised; it was certainly uncomfortable to talk about marital problems. I had first-hand knowledge of this. And of course, I understood why those memories came back to her.
"The more I learn about Robert, the harder it is to decide if he was more of a dick or a pussy," I joked without hesitation, and Sienna burst out laughing.
She tapped me on the thigh, her hand lingering there for a moment. Longer than necessary for a friendly tap from a coworker. Not that I minded. On the contrary, I was disappointed when she pulled her hand away. Damn, it was starting to feel like Fort Lauderdale 2.0. But again, I had no objections here.
"Oh, after all these years, undoubtedly he was more of the latter," she chuckled and offered a second glass of wine.
I nodded, and this time I got up to pour it. When I turned back toward the couch, I noticed Sienna had kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs up on the couch, now sitting sideways with one hand resting on the backrest. With the other, she absentmindedly played with the curls of her hair.
Damn, my head was a mess today, but looking at Sienna stirred up protective feelings in me. It was strange because, to an outsider, it might seem like she didn’t need any protection. She was a really strong woman—both mentally, running a tough business with such success, and physically—well, those incredible muscles weren’t just for show. I also knew she still trained hard. Bodybuilding was her way of life. Nevertheless, I felt she needed support and closeness, like anyone else. And I couldn't help but feel a bit proud that I gave her that today. Maybe I did have a bit of a white knight in me, but who cares? It felt righteous and simply good.
I sat back down, and Sienna smiled at me. Her mood seemed to have improved a bit.
"I want us to listen to another part," she said, picking up her phone.
"Okay," I replied, seeing no point in trying to dissuade her anymore. For some reason, listening to my statements during that argument seemed to help her cope with the whole situation.
"This was toward the end of the argument," she said with a smile. "And even though I was stressed as hell, when I heard how you shut them down, I burst out laughing. It was… wow! I asked myself, ‘Did Kian really say that to them?’"
"To be honest, I don’t remember exactly what I said. Probably because of the stress," I admitted.
"Hah, that’s why it’s nice to have these highlights." She chuckled and tapped her phone.
After a moment, I heard Fadiq or Fariq or whatever his name was.
"Seriously, you’re gonna throw this deal away because of your boy-scout meltdown? Do you think she’s gonna be happy you did that?"
"I don't know, probably not, but I don't care right now. But I'm pretty sure if she knew what a bunch of dicks you guys are, she wouldn’t want anything to do with you and your fucking money. You can shove it up your ass!"
"You'll regret this," he said taking on a tone of a corny villain from a C-class action movie.
On the recording, there were shuffling sounds, rustles, and other muffled noises. I knew it was me getting ready to leave the conference room in their company.
"I definitely won't regret defending a woman's good name. But that’s something spoiled limpdicks like you will never understand. You can go fuck yourselves. Oh, here's one for you, and this one for you. See you never, dickheads!"
Then the sound of a door opening, my footsteps, and muffled curses were audible as I nervously tried to turn off the recording.
Sienna turned to me with curiosity. "What was with the ‘this one for you and so on’ at the end?"
I laughed, a bit embarrassed. "That was kind of childish, but I flipped them off. I practically shoved it in their faces. A farewell gift, you could say."
Sienna burst out laughing and couldn’t stop giggling for a long time.
"Oh, my goodness. That makes the ending even better." She shook her head, still laughing. Then she looked at me. "That was epic, Kian. You were so decisive and… um… manly."
Wow, that was an unexpected statement. And combined with how she touched my arm, it made quite an impression on me. Especially since her hand stayed on my shoulder this time. I didn’t mind that at all.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” I responded somewhat evasively because honestly, I had no idea what to say.
We sat in silence for a moment, and then I noticed that it was already dark outside. I had lost track of time, but it didn’t matter. To my disappointment, Sienna took her hand off my arm and placed her empty glass on the table in front of us.
She stretched out her legs and rested them on the bench. Her feet were dainty, and her toenails were painted a dark red, just like the nails on her hands. It was these details that made Sienna, despite her large muscles, look very feminine.
I had finished my wine too, and neither of us suggested another glass. And honestly, that was fine; we drank a little to relax, not to get drunk. Yay, responsible drinking!
"You know, this whole situation got me thinking about my life, business, and so on," she suddenly said, glancing at me briefly but quickly averting her gaze.
"In what way?" I asked.
"Ah, just in general about what life is like for a modern woman who has chosen a career. How pointless it seems in the long run," she said in a subdued tone.
"Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me those jerks’ sexist remarks caused that," I sighed.
"No, it's not just that. It’s just..." She hesitated for a moment. "Lately, I've been having these thoughts. The whole concept of being a Boss Babe and having a career. Is that really the whole point of life? Yes, I run a business and have been successful. But what else? My marriage turned out to be a failure, in the era of social media, all friendships are just not what they used to be, I’m forty years old, and all I have besides work is the gym and... an empty house," she finished, her voice shaking slightly.
Damn, I would be lying if I said that her words didn’t hit home. My life looked similarly lonely, although my daughter was in her last year of elementary school, so I spent more time with her than Sienna did with hers, who was in college. And we all know what the life of college students looks like - parties, dating, sometimes also studying. No one thinks about their parents, right?
But when it came to dating and relationships, I didn’t have much to brag about either. Most of the younger women I dated after the divorce had sawdust in their heads. I literally had nothing to do with them except for sex. I don’t know, maybe I was already mentally an old coot and a fucking boomer, but it was what it was. On the other hand, women closer to my age were either in happy long-term relationships or bitter, broken, and engaged in polyamorous relationships with their cats. And the happy single myth smelled like Xanax to me.
I made good money and looked decent, so I could have had tons of hookups, but in the long run, it was soul-sucking and meaningless. The modern dating world was simply unappealing to me. Or maybe I was the one who was fucked up and outdated?
"Your marriage turned out to be a failure because of Robert, who was an even bigger failure. We both know that. But still, Annie came out of that marriage. And she is such a great girl!" I said resolutely, trying to comfort her a bit.
"Well, yes, but she's in college now and hardly ever home…" Sienna said, then sighed and added, "You're right, I'm feeling sorry for myself. It's pathetic."
I didn’t want her to think that’s what I meant, so instinctively I grabbed her hand. She looked surprised at that, then at me, but didn’t pull away. I squeezed her fingers gently and let go. Sienna's expression changed, and I could swear she looked disappointed that I'd released her hand. Damn, where was all of this heading?
“I didn’t mean it that way, Sienna. Trust me, I can relate to what you just said. But speaking of Boss Babe, you absolutely nailed it. Without a doubt, you’re a boss, but at the same time, quite a babe,” I said, and although it might have sounded like a joke, I meant it.
Sienna seemed to take it that way because she snorted with laughter, but then she looked at me with surprise, seeing my serious expression.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t make fun of an older woman,” she said with a hesitant smile.
I shook my head. “I'm not joking. I really think that way. Besides, you heard on the recording what I said to them about how you look. You have evidence on tape,” I replied, smiling lightly.
“Oh, if we're talking about that, there's another fragment I've listened to so many times. I know what you're thinking, but I just couldn’t stop,” she said, unlocking her phone.
This time she shifted even closer so that all it would take was for me to raise my hand and I could wrap her in my arms. I was tempted to do so. The scent of her perfume and her presence were so pleasant.
I could also see the screen of her phone, and I noticed that the recording file she was about to play had been renamed. Instead of "rec01" or whatever the default sound file names are, this one was simply called 'wow'. She tapped on it.
"...no woman should look like a man." Interestingly, that seemed to be the only line spoken by this minion of a guy. I had no idea what his name was, and I couldn't care less. This part was from somewhere near the beginning of the argument when things weren't so heated.
“You clearly have no idea what you're talking about, buddy.” That was my response, but the rest was directed at the boss's son. “That's downright body-shaming. You wouldn't say that if it was about an overweight or disabled person. Right? No body-shaming! But suddenly, it’s okay to do it about a muscular woman?”
“Don’t say that you like that,” the entitled brat replied mockingly.
“You'd be surprised! I think Sienna is a beautiful and sexy woman. First and foremost, she's super smart, and she's a great boss. And anyone who knows her knows she's one hundred percent feminine and acts like it. And the fact that she's muscular and strong? She’s also healthy and fit! That just adds to her attractiveness. Maybe that's why it's hitting your insecurities so hard, dumpy.”
The recording ended, and silence fell, interrupted only by our breaths, which for some reason had become slightly deeper. I could almost see in real time as blushes appeared on her cheeks. My face was flushed too, but it wasn't from the wine.
Sienna stared at her phone for a moment, even though the screen quickly dimmed, and then she looked up at me. The gaze she gave me would have swept me off my feet if I weren't sitting. That's when I realized it was indeed Fort Lauderdale part two. Only something told me this time it would end… even better.
"Do you really think so, Kian?" she asked, partly flirtatiously, partly seriously. At least, that's how I interpreted it. She tilted her head slightly and looked super sexy doing it.
"Absolutely," I replied firmly.
"Have you never had an issue with me being a bodybuilder?" she asked, sitting up on the couch and turning toward me.
"Never," I replied, then added jokingly after a moment, "Okay, okay, at first my manly pride was shattered when I saw that such a beautiful woman had bigger biceps than me. But eventually, I accepted that fact, knowing that most likely I'm still stronger than you," I finished with a wide grin.
"Oh, are you, Kian? Maybe you want to find out?" she said with a seductive tone, but there were mischievous sparks in her eyes. I knew she was joking.
She lifted her left arm and flexed it, looking at me with a playful smile. The sleeve of her shirt almost burst when the peak of her bicep pressed against the fabric. Honestly, I was surprised I didn't hear the seams ripping. I raised my hand and placed it on her bicep, sensing that she’d like the gesture. But hell, apart from showing her appreciation, I wanted to check her muscles myself. Her arm looked and felt epic. She straightened and bent her arm a few times, causing her muscles to grow and shrink in my hand. It was obvious she was enjoying it. And to be honest, so was I.
"Damn… Okay, Sienna, you're the boss here," I said jokingly. "Well, unless you want to take me on in soccer, one-on-one."
"No, thanks, Kian. I know you're a hell of a player," she replied ambiguously, looking at me from under slightly lowered eyelids. She lowered her arm, and her hand rested on my thigh.
"Your arms are amazing, but there's another part of your body that's always blown me away," I said in a lowered voice.
Sienna ran her hand along my thigh, then looked at me closely. Both gestures sent a shiver down my spine.
"Oh? I wonder which one," she whispered, lightly biting her lip.
"Your waist."
"Mhm… what about it?" she purred, rising her eyebrows. Her lips stretched into a satisfied smile. She knew damn well that her waist was out of this world.
"Well, first off, it's so fucking sexy. Perfect for wrapping my arms around. I love that difference in width between your waist and your hips and back," I said.
"Oh, perfect to embrace me there, huh? Intriguing, intriguing… maybe we'll get to that soon, but I want to show you something," Sienna said, getting up from the couch.
She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. Then she glanced at me, and I could see her eyes widen slightly as she looked at my crotch. She bit her lip again in that super sexy way. My cock had been rock-hard for quite a while, and the soft chino pants weren't the best at hiding an erection. But I guess that was the ultimate hard proof for Sienna that I was attracted to her. Men can lie, but their dicks can't.
"You wanted to show me something," I said to her, grinning widely, noticing that the bulge in my pants had distracted her.
Sienna chuckled and shook her head, then looked me in the eye.
"Yeah, focus, Sienna, focus," she joked, adding, "I wanted to show you my favorite bodybuilding pose, the lats spread. It always accentuates my waist and impresses the judges."
Sienna first stood in a relaxed position, with her arms slightly out to the sides, then smiled confidently and took a deep breath. As she drew air into her lungs, her chest lifted and expanded slightly, and her ample breasts strained against the fabric of her shirt, seriously testing the buttons' endurance. This further accentuated the narrowness of her waist, but what she did next blew my mind.
As she assumed the lat spread pose, her back expanded like the wings of an eagle unfurling, creating an impressive V-shape that tapered down to her narrow waist. This accentuated the symmetry and proportionality of her physique, showcasing the perfect balance between her broad shoulders and tiny waist. Her waist now looked like that of a wasp - narrow, compact, and dangerously sexy, as if it had been sculpted by a master artist. I knew Sienna had incredibly sculpted abs, even though she was still dressed, and the way her shirt clung to her torso only emphasized their definition. Through the fabric of her shirt, I could see the outline of her washboard abs, each muscle clearly defined and rippling beneath the surface. The sight was mesmerizing, and I found myself drawn in, my eyes tracing the curves of her body as if admiring a work of art. The way her muscles flexed and relaxed as she held the pose only added to the allure, making it impossible for me to look away.
"And what do you think?" she asked, sending me one of her enchanting smiles. She relaxed her body and pushed her lats forward again.
"Wow... I'm speechless, Sienna," I said, but despite that, I added with a wide smile, "Can I just ask one thing? Do I have your permission to touch, boss?"
"Oh, I'd be disappointed if you didn't ask, Kian," Sienna replied playfully and moved closer to the couch. "About touching, not permission, just to clarify."
I leaned in slightly and reached out toward her waist, but she grabbed my wrists with a bit of a mischievous smile.
"Wait, this will be more comfortable for you," she said softly and slowly knelt on the couch, then straddled my thighs. She then guided my hands to her waist.
Damn, she was heavy, but that wasn't surprising. Muscles that big had to weigh something. But I didn't mind having her so close to me. Sienna rested her hands on my shoulders, and her crotch pressed against my cock, which was doing its best to get free. I wanted her so badly.
"The question is if it will be so comfortable for you," I whispered hoarsely.
She smiled dreamily. "Hah, I have to watch out for... um... protruding elements so as not to impale myself onto them... too soon."
I didn't respond, just sighed. My hands began to explore her marvelous waist. It was so narrow; I could probably encircle it completely if I had slightly larger hands. It was incredibly imagination-stirring and stimulating. Her abdomen and oblique muscles were as hard as steel. I could feel her sculpted six-pack beneath her shirt.
"Damn, Sienna, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. You exude this kind of sex appeal that cannot be taught," I whispered.
She looked at me attentively for a moment, and I could tell it moved her. But what I said wasn't cheap flattery; it came from the depths of my heart. Sienna had that specific alluring and magnetic energy that would attract me regardless of her appearance.
"Thank you, Kian. You don't know how much I needed to hear something like that lately. It's so good... to feel wanted again."
We were silent for a moment as she massaged my arms, and I continued to admire her waist. However, my hands became more curious and ventured onto her thighs and buttocks, then moved higher, sneaking up to her fantastic breasts.
"Do you remember our trip to Fort Lauderdale?" I suddenly asked, raising my eyebrows significantly.
She smiled awkwardly. "Damn, I was hoping you'd never bring that up."
"Why? Was kissing me that traumatizing?" I joked.
"Haha! No, it was very pleasant, although my memory of it is a bit blurry. But I do distinctly remember how embarrassed I was about my behavior the next day," she said quietly. When she saw my questioning expression, she continued, "I felt terribly guilty afterward, Kian. I initiated it, and I have no excuses. Technically, you were still married to Cheryl. You had a lot on your plate, and I acted completely selfishly, causing confusion for you and jeopardizing our work relationship. It was unprofessional and inappropriate."
She fell silent, not even knowing that what she said made me respect her even more. Such integrity and self-reflection weren't common among most people these days. I reached out and touched her cheek.
"Yes, I had quite a mess in my head back then, but our kiss—and that trip in general—were the most pleasant things that happened to me during that time. I don't regret that it happened, and I never held it against you," I said, stroking her face. "And I never forgot about it and never stopped dreaming of repeating it."
As I said that, I simultaneously pulled her toward me as she leaned forward on her own. Our lips made contact, and Sienna let out a soft moan. As we pressed against each other, our lips met with tenderness and a hint of uncertainty. It was as if we were still hesitating, unsure if this kiss was the right thing to do, but we quickly lost our inhibitions. The desire was stronger.
Her lips tasted of sweet wine and were soft and full. And wet. And promising more. I pressed my tongue into her mouth, and she tried to fight back. For a moment, our tongues were pushing against each other in the most primal passion.
My hands gripped her waist again, this time tighter and more firmly. In response, Sienna moved her hips, pressing my hard cock against my lower abdomen. I wanted so much to be inside her, and at the same time, I was enjoying our foreplay to the maximum and didn't want it to end.
Sienna broke our kiss only to breathe out, "Undress."
"Uuuu, demanding and bossy. I like it," I replied.
She stifled a laugh, but her eyes were filled with desire. She leaned back a little and, with a decisive movement, pulled my polo shirt from behind my belt, then helped me take it off.
"Oh, Kian! You're so hot," she breathed into my ear and began to massage my chest. Her nails brushed over my skin a few times, and each time, a shiver of excitement ran through me. She kissed me again, this time intensely and possessively.
I was by no means a slouch, and I hadn't gotten fat right after hanging up my cleats. I had been athletic all my life, so I should have no problem taking my shirt off in front of a beautiful woman. My body looked good, if not great. I was a little buff, and I had nice abs and very muscular legs. You could tell I had a typical soccer player's body, nothing to be ashamed of. But to be compared to a professional bodybuilder? That was something else.
But Sienna reacted like I was the hottest guy on the planet, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't exciting and a boost to my self-esteem, which was already pretty high. But things can always get better, right?
I moved my hands up her torso and grabbed her tits from underneath. Sienna moaned and pressed them against my face. For a moment, she held my head pressed against her breasts and wrapped her muscular arms around my head. I didn't mind, although one small detail bothered me - I would have preferred to be between her naked tits. My hands, however, went to her ass. Her buttocks were as if carved in marble by a brilliant artist - as shapely as they were hard. I tried to squeeze them or poke my fingers in a little, but to no avail. Sienna was literally a hard-ass boss.
Finally, she let go of me and looked at me with a lust I had never seen in a woman before.
"Your turn, Sienna," I said, unbuttoning her shirt.
"Wait, let me do it," she said with a smile, getting off me and standing in front of the couch. She nodded toward my legs and added, "You can take off your pants first; I don't think you're very comfortable in them."
She was referring, of course, to my cock, which was forming a tent in my pants, standing up like the fucking Burj Khalifa. Yes, I was a little uncomfortable, but it looked like Sienna wanted to wait until I was completely undressed before she took her clothes off. It was such a playful and kinky boss and employee role play on her part, but I liked the spontaneous dynamic. It's always something new. And since I had nothing to be ashamed of down there either, I had no problem with it.
"Okay, your call, Sienna," I replied with a smile and started to unbuckle my belt. But I remembered something and took my wallet out of my pocket first. Inside was a single condom, a remnant from a time when dating and pointless one-night stands were more common. I showed it to Sienna and joked, "I've had this in my wallet since high school; I knew it would come in handy eventually."
She laughed and reached for the condom. I gave it to her. "High school? Sure, sure. I said you were a hell of a player, Kian." She winked with a smile. "Continue with the pants, please."
"Yes, ma'am!" I said eagerly, getting up from the couch.
Sienna moved back a little to make room for me, but stayed close and watched me. Without further ado, I unbuckled my belt and zipper, then, in one motion, removed my pants and boxers, kicking them aside with my foot. My cock jumped out of my pants and hit my stomach, bouncing around. I couldn't remember when I'd been so hard; at thirty-six, you remember the epic erections of the past few years. This one was so strong I felt like I was a teenager again. Sienna worked like a fountain of youth on me.
"Holy fuck!" Sienna exclaimed and immediately moved closer to me. Her fingers wrapped around my swollen shaft. She leaned into me and whispered, "I knew it! You always had that big dick energy, Kian. I was sure you were packin."
"Really?" I teased her a bit. "Come on, it's not that big."
"Shut up, haha! It's huge and thick. I've never seen a bigger one," she purred, her hand moving up and down my dick a few times. She leaned over and kissed me quickly.
It was great to hear. My dick wasn't down to my knees, and I wasn't knocking things off shelves with it when I turned around, but none of the women I slept with complained about size or sensations. It was a solid seven inches and on the thicker side. Sienna's reaction, however, made me feel as if I was hung like a porn star.
She ripped open the condom wrapper and put it on me, stretching it over my shaft in a caressing motion. The touch of her hand blew me away. Massaging my cock with her right hand, she reached for my neck with her left and pulled me in for another kiss.
After a moment, she broke it off and, with a somewhat diabolical smile, pushed me lightly. I fell back onto the couch, but I couldn't have landed any softer. I stretched out comfortably and looked at Sienna. She was on fire!
"Don't worry, I won't leave you naked for long," she said, grinning. "I wanted to give you a little show."
"You have my full attention, Sienna," I replied, unconsciously grabbing my cock.
Sienna smiled and her eyes widened as she saw me lazily masturbating. She shook her head and began unbuttoning her shirt, jiggling her hips slightly as she did so. She unbuttoned the first three in no time, but something got stuck on the fourth.
"Ah, damn it! I don't have time for this!" she said, and with a sudden movement, she pulled both halves of her shirt off.
The remaining buttons fell to the floor, and between the halves of the shirt were her shapely breasts, covered by a lacy white bra, and her incredibly chiseled stomach. She hastily pulled off her sleeves and tossed the shirt to the floor. Fuck, that was hot, not gonna lie!
Sienna smiled with satisfaction at the impression she had made. Her upper body was now all there for me to admire. Her arms were incredibly muscular, her biceps protruding even when her muscles were completely relaxed. The slightest movement of her hand caused individual muscle groups to move under her smooth, tanned skin as clearly as on an anatomical model.
She reached between her large breasts and, after a moment, her bra joined her shirt on the floor. It seemed to have a clasp in the front. Her boobs were fantastic! I knew they were fake, of course - it's physically impossible to have such low body fat and such big tits. But they just looked amazing! The surgeon must have been excellent.
Her tits sat high on her muscular chest and were teardrop-shaped, making them look fairly natural. They were also perfectly proportioned to her frame, and combined with that killer waist, made Sienna look like a muscular sex bomb. Her nipples stood out, hard and begging to be grabbed and fondled. The areolas were medium-sized, not too small, not too big, just the way I liked them.
Sienna flexed her pectoral muscles, making her boobs bounce and sway. Hearing my delighted sigh, she repeated it several times.
"Do you like it?" she asked, looking at me from under her slightly lowered eyelids.
"Duh!" I exclaimed. I wiggled my swollen cock. "Do you need any more proof? Come on, hit some poses, Sienna. You're so hot!"
She laughed in a hoarse voice and put her hands on her hips. Then she took a breath and pushed her boobs forward while flexing her back. She did the lats spread pose again, and it looked even better when she was naked. Immediately after that, she grabbed her breasts from underneath, as if to cover herself, but lifted them up and bent over a bit. She tensed her abs, and her six-pack became an eight-pack. The muscles bulged forward, and the spaces between them deepened. She had perfect abs. Actually, her stomach was beyond perfect.
"Damn it! I thought my abs were fine!" I said jokingly.
"Yours are great too, Kian!" replied Sienna, looking at me intensely.
"Sure, sure," I countered with a wry smile. "Better show off those amazing biceps!"
With a sensual shake of her head, she tossed her hair back. She raised her arms and balled her fists, then flexed her biceps as hard as she could. Her arms exploded, the high peaks of muscles bulging, and even from a distance, they looked ultra-hard. At first, Sienna stood in a one pose I knew the name, a double biceps, as if she were on stage, with her hips turned slightly to the side, then she relaxed and flexed her arms more casually.
"Okay, that's enough," she said, her cheeks flushing. She added with a mischievous smile, "I have to get these pants off before they... get completely soaked."
"Oh, fuck! Come here, I can't wait either." I motioned for her to come over.
Sienna came closer, and I got up and moved to the edge of the couch. With a quick motion, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me. I could no longer control myself. I started kissing her stomach, covering every inch of her fantastic abs with kisses.
"Oh, Kian!" she moaned loudly.
With my right hand, I reached for her tits, squeezing and caressing them. With my left hand, I grabbed her ass, pulling her body closer to my face. I wanted her so badly that I forgot to breathe.
Sienna tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my head toward her belly. Her hands caressed my head for a while.
"Oh, please, Kian, please, please..." she cried.
I leaned back for a moment to unbutton her elegant pants. I began to slide them down, revealing her white lace thong, then her muscular thighs and finally her shapely calves. I leaned down, momentarily thrusting my cock into my own stomach, and helped her free her feet from her pants. On the way back up, I kissed her thighs as I massaged them with my hands. Sienna sighed and moaned.
"Turn around, babe. Let me see that sexy cake," I almost growled.
I didn't immediately realize what I was calling Sienna, but she didn't protest. The "babe" came naturally, as if I had always called her that. It felt good, though.
She sighed softly and turned around, leaning forward slightly. Fuck! I started to see red when I saw her fabulous ass. It was probably the only part of her body where a bit of fat could be found, but it spread out nicely, filling out her muscular buttocks here and there. Her ass was a work of art, and Sienna was the artist.
Years of workouts and a healthy diet had created an ass that would be the envy of women half her age. Zero cellulite, smooth, supple skin. Perfect shape and size, perfect firmness and tautness. I covered her buttocks with wet kisses, causing her to make a series of moans and sighs. I also gave her a few spanks.
"Oh, you have a fantastic ass, Sienna. You're all gorgeous!" I mumbled, not quite in control of what I was saying.
She didn't answer, just moaned again and thrust her hips back. Her body was already demanding to end this foreplay and be filled. So I hooked my fingers behind the edge of her thong and began to pull it down. Her pussy flashed between her legs, wet and glistening.
As soon as her panties fell to the floor, Sienna suddenly turned around and pushed me onto the couch. She got on top of me with her arms around me and began kissing me with frenzied passion. Her strong hand grabbed my cock and squeezed it tightly.
"I want you inside me, Kian, please..." She breathed into my ear.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her a little to set her down on the couch. Sienna immediately spread her legs and twined them around me, pulling me close. I lay on top of her and we plunged into another impatient kiss. My cock was so hard it almost hurt.
I lifted myself up on my left forearm and used my right hand to guide my cock to her thirsty pussy. I massaged her slit with the tip of my cock, looking straight into her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated that her eyes were a shade darker.
"Please, gently," she whispered hastily. She smiled with some embarrassment and added, "It's been a long time since I had a real cock inside of me. And I've never had one as big as yours."
Although what she said made my blood boil with desire, I smiled and replied, "Of course. You trust me, don't you?"
"I do, babe," Sienna replied without hesitation, affirming her trust just as surely as she added "babe." Whether she did it involuntarily like I did, or on purpose, I had no idea, but it was great to hear.
I leaned in to kiss her and simultaneously thrust my hips, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. Sienna moaned into my mouth and put her arms around my upper back.
Her pussy was so tight and warm, I struggled to restrain myself from filling her up in one hard motion. It was so tempting! After a while, however, Sienna made a characteristic movement with her hips - a sign for me to go deeper. So I pushed in more firmly, slowly driving my cock into her.
Sienna tilted her head back, showing me her neck. I leaned in and covered her smooth hot skin with kisses. I felt her pulse on my lips.
"Oh, yes, Kian, so wonderful," she whispered between moans. Her hands caressed the back of my head.
Sensing her unspoken consent, I picked up the pace and began to fill her with long strokes. Sienna pulled her legs up a little higher and wrapped them around my waist. I knew she had the flexibility of a gymnast, having seen pictures of her doing splits effortlessly, and it was quite stimulating.
"Just relax and let me do all the work, Sienna," I said, not quite consciously referring to our earlier game of boss and employee.
I got on my knees and did what I had been longing to do since I first saw Sienna. I grabbed her deadly sexy waist and began to impale her on my cock, trying to keep a relatively easy pace, but lust slowly took control of me.
However, Sienna seemed to have no problem with it. Her face was immersed in pleasure without a trace of discomfort. Her beautiful full lips were parted, her eyes hooded and staring at me. Auburn hair scattered across the upholstery of the couch. She put her arms behind her head to hold onto the armrest.
Her strong, muscular body was stretched out in front of me, offering views I had never seen before. Her large breasts swayed with the rhythm of my thrusts. Her chiseled stomach looked as if it had been flexed all the time. Her biceps bulged as she clung to the backrest. And that waist! Holy fuck, her waist was the best part! I couldn't get enough of it!
"Fuck!" Sienna suddenly blurted out, tilting her head back.
Instinctively, I began to pump her even faster. She sucked in air violently and gasped, arching her back. Her pussy clenched with powerful force, almost pushing my cock out of her. But I was no amateur and thrust my entire length into her, never stopping to push forward and make circular motions with my hips. I wanted to give her as much sensation as possible from this orgasm.
The fact that she had come with me so quickly was very flattering. Well, maybe I fucked up a serious deal today, but at least I didn't fuck up... the fucking. Although I wouldn't say that I was fucking Sienna. That didn't seem like the right term, it was too... impersonal and unemotional. I was having passionate and fiery sex with her. With a woman who fascinated me and whom I had been attracted to for so many years, not just physically. I knew her very well and had a crush on her. Or even a huge crush. Or maybe a giant, massive, enormous crush. Damn, it's possible that I even had deeper feelings for her that I subconsciously repressed because there was never enough space to consider anything more serious between us. Now, of course, those feelings were coming to the surface. And it felt great! It finally felt as if that was the way it should have been for a very long time.
"Oh, Kian!" Her voice snapped me out of my trance.
Sienna was breathing heavily, her large breasts rising and falling. A dreamy smile was on her lips. I slid out of her slightly, but not completely, then leaned over and kissed her.
"I want to take you from behind. On the table. Let's go," I managed to breathe out between kisses.
Sienna gasped in surprise, but immediately her eyes widened and she smiled. I stood up, and she got off the couch as well. She moved close to me and grabbed my cock, then led the way to the large conference table in her office. She moved like a preying wild cat.
She walked over to the table and unceremoniously knocked some papers off it. Then, cruelly slowly, she bent over and leaned against the tabletop, sticking her sexy ass out at me and shaking it slightly. She teased me like the devil!
I grabbed her from behind and pulled her close. Moving my hands over her stomach, sculpted like a cobblestone wall, I cupped both of her breasts. I channeled my inner Dracula and kissed, nibbled, and bit her beautiful neck. With her right hand, she cradled my head, and with her left, she reached behind her, between our bodies, and grabbed my cock. She sighed with satisfaction when she realized that I was still hard to the bone. Anyway, there was no other way with her.
"Put it back inside me. I want you there…" she purred in delight, thrusting her hips back.
"I don't want to be anywhere else," I countered and stepped back.
Sienna leaned over and braced herself against the table again. The sight of her muscular shoulders, incredibly developed broad back, contrasted with that unearthly waist and sexy hips, was the perfect combination of strength and femininity.
I spanked her ass, then aimed and filled her with one hard thrust.
"Oh, fuck!" she yelped, looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were on fire!
Again, almost without my will, my hands moved slowly from her hips to her waist. And they stayed there.
I began to thrust like there was no tomorrow. My thighs slapped faster and faster against Sienna's firm buttocks. Now I was going as deep as I could. She lay down on the table, holding on to the edge of the counter on the other side. She moaned non-stop.
Fuck! The sight of such a strong and muscular babe as she was, completely at the mercy of my cock and writhing in pleasure, was truly powerful. As I fucked her, I moved her with the whole table, but neither of us paid any attention.
I knew I wouldn't last long, but I wanted to give her another orgasm. If the first one was a goal, this one could be an assist, and my overall performance would be rated high. Maybe in the future, I could try for a hat trick with Sienna? Who knows?
But the immediate future was the most pressing now. I held back my orgasm by sheer force of will, wanting to wait for her. Fortunately, it didn't take long.
Sienna gasped, and immediately her pussy began to clench with a powerful force. Her hands clenched on the tabletop with such force that her knuckles turned white, and her back muscles tightened in an almost unreal way. This time, the contraction of her inside literally pulled my cock in and wouldn't let go. Somehow symbolic.
Finally, it was a moment for me to let go and explode with all my might. I rammed my dick into her as deep as I could, and her spasming pussy milked me completely. The first spurt blinded me for a moment, making everything white before my eyes. My cock pulsed like crazy, unloading everything I had. My temples pulsed as well, and my own pulse was pounding in my ears.
Fuck, that was the best orgasm I had had in years. Maybe even the best of my life. I had trouble catching my breath, as if I had finished a series of killer intervals during a workout. I blindly reached to the side and held on to the chair. Oh, it felt so fucking good.
When I finally regained my senses, I opened my eyes and saw Sienna half lying, half sitting on the table, leaning on her forearms and facing me. She was looking at me with a strangely worried and tense expression on her face. I smiled at her, but her smile in return was brief and rather nervous. I could have asked what was wrong, but I didn't need to. Subconsciously, I knew what she was thinking. I could feel it; I was in tune with her.
It was like a flashback from Fort Lauderdale. Sienna probably thought we had gotten carried away with the moment, crossed boundaries, done something inappropriate, and... what next? What now? These questions were written all over her face.
Did we do something wrong? I absolutely did not see it that way, but Sienna? Could we have been friends after that? Colleagues at work? Back to the roles of employee and boss? Should we even go back to that? Or should we go in a different direction?
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have these questions rattling around in my head. But what the field has taught me is that it's not worth analyzing everything with maniacal fervor. That's what the experts in the studio were doing - drawing diagrams with markers on the screen, studying the positioning of players like generals before a battle, or dissecting every gesture of a coach or grimace of a player. Meanwhile, during the game, there is no room for thinking, and you just have to go with the flow and intuition.
That is what I did - I followed my instincts. I embraced Sienna and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. She let out a soft moan that sounded partly like surprise and partly like relief. She buried her face in my neck and hugged me as well, holding on to me very tightly. I kissed the side of her head, and my hands massaged her back.
"Kian, please don't go home yet," she said quietly.
"I'm not going anywhere right now."
"Will you stay with me for a while?" she asked in a slightly more confident voice.
"Of course," I assured her.
We stood hugging for a long moment. I thought about what to do next, how to resolve all this, and how to arrange it in terms of our working relationship, but one desire dominated over all others. Holding her in my arms, I just wanted to be with her - simply, without planning, without analyzing, without questioning.
So I decided to express it, albeit starting with a joke, and a rather unreflected one.
"You know what, eventually I will have to leave the company anyway," I said in a light voice.
Sienna, however, did not take it as a joke. She jerked her head up and looked me in the eye.
"What, why? I don't want to... We can work this out somehow, Kian-"
She didn't get to finish because I quickly leaned over and kissed her, literally and figuratively shutting her mouth. She made a sound of surprise, but soon returned the kiss.
"Sorry, I haven't thought this through to the end. I simply want to avoid tension in the company. I don't want the others, especially Maggie, to accuse you of nepotism and favoritism toward your new boyfriend," I said with an innocent smile.
"Boyfriend?" she asked, dumbfounded at first, but then immediately smiled with genuine joy. Her eyes welled up a bit, and she asked more seriously, "Do you really want this, Kian?"
"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "I want to date you, Sienna, for real. I don't want this to be a one-time thing between us. I respect you too much. But I also don't want it to be awkward between us at work, if you see it differently-"
"No!" she interrupted me quickly. "I see it exactly the same way! And I want that too! And as for the people in the company, who knows what they will say. Anyway, I think most of them won't care or even be happy for us. As for Maggie, just let her try to gossip. That entitled little brat has been pissing me off for ages, hah! She may be a good employee, but not irreplaceable due to her lack of commitment and work ethics. So she better watch out."
"You're so hot when you talk dominant like that," I joked, and we laughed.
After a while, Sienna got serious and said, "I wouldn't want to lose you in any way, Kian. Also as an employee. You really are the best and... so loyal."
"And you're the best boss anyone could ever have," I replied, then added in a lighter tone, "You're my boss and now my babe - the perfect boss babe."
Sienna hugged me again, and we stood there hugging, naked and tired, at a disarranged conference table with papers strewn about, but I think I can safely say we were both happy.
I had just had sex with my boss, and it felt so damn good. It was as if Sienna and I had finally found each other after so many years of knowing each other. And to think, it was all thanks to my white-knighting. Fate really works in mysterious ways.
THE END
