Career and Celebration

The rest of the day after Vic's visit passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Tara, true to her word, dropped the subject of Vic, though I could still feel her curious glances throughout the afternoon. An hour before closing, I buzzed her into my office.

"Come in, Tara," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.

She walked in, looking a little nervous, her eyes darting between me and the empty chair. "You called, boss? Everything okay?" she asked, settling down.

I leaned forward, a genuine smile spreading across my face. "More than okay, Tara. I wanted to talk to you about something important." I paused, letting the anticipation build slightly. "You know, in the past few months, while I've been working from home a few hours a day, you've really stepped up. The entire staff, every single person, has vouched for you. They've told me how invaluable you've been, how you've kept everything running seamlessly."

Her eyes widened, a hint of confusion mixed with surprise. "Oh, well, I just... I tried my best, boss."

"And your best was exceptional," I affirmed. "So, I'm thrilled to tell you that you're finally getting the raise we both know you've deserved for a long time."

Her jaw dropped. "A raise? Really? Oh my God, thank you! Thank you so much!" Her voice was a mix of shock and overwhelming gratitude.

"That's not all," I continued, enjoying her reaction. "It's time your role changed as well. You'll still do some assistant work, of course, but you'll be just one step below me. Your new title will reflect that."

Tara's eyes were practically sparkling. "One step below you? That's... that's incredible!"

"It is," I agreed. "And it's also time we expanded. Your stepping up, and the growth we've seen recently, proves we're ready. Remember those sixty companies you and the staff vetted a while back? We only took on thirty-one of them."

She nodded, still looking stunned.

"Well," I said, a grin spreading across my face, "it's time to reach out to the remaining twenty-nine. Let them know we can now take them on."

"You want me to do that?" she asked, a spark of excitement in her voice.

"Absolutely. And once those companies agree to work with us, it will be on you to see which staff member would work best with them. You'll be managing that entire process."

Tara practically vibrated with excitement. "I can do that! I'm all set to do it on my own!"

"I know you are," I said, "but it could take some time to get all twenty-nine on board. So, I want you to get a few of your colleagues to help you out with the initial outreach. Lizzie, Jimothy, Irina, Ivan – they're all solid. Get them involved."

"Consider it done, boss!" she said, already pulling out her phone. "This is amazing!"

And she was right. That very day, with Lizzie, Jimothy, Irina, and Ivan assisting, Tara worked tirelessly. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and one by one, every single one of those twenty-nine companies agreed to join us. Our firm was officially booming.

At the end of the business day on Wednesday, after the last of the new contracts were signed, I called Tara, Lizzie, Jimothy, Irina, and Ivan into my office. They all entered, looking tired but triumphant.

"Everyone," I began, a wide smile on my face. "Fantastic work today. Truly. You've all outdone yourselves. Getting all twenty-nine on board in a single day is nothing short of incredible."

"Thank you, boss!" Tara beamed, and the others echoed her sentiments.

"Now, about the workload," I continued. "Tara, you've proven you can handle anything, and you need to get everything in order for your new role. So, you'll be taking the rest of the week off, returning on Monday."

Tara nodded, still glowing.

"And I," I added, "will also be taking the rest of the week off. There are some personal things I need to take care of." (Randy and I had already made plans to stay in bed, having sex, for most of the upcoming week.) "So, while Tara and I are out, you, Lizzie, Jimothy, and Ivan, will be holding down the fort. It's a big ask, and I know it's extra work, but it's also a chance to show what you're capable of."

They all nodded, a mixture of determination and eagerness on their faces.

"To compensate for that extra effort," I added, "when Tara and I return on Monday, you, Lizzie, Jimothy, Irina, and Ivan, will each take a few days off. Consider it a well-deserved break to make up for the hard work you'll be putting in."

"That sounds more than fair, boss!" Jimothy said, a wide grin breaking out.

"We're ready," Lizzie added confidently.

"Excellent," I said, smiling. "Then we're all agreed. Let's make next week a success."

As the office closed for the evening, I watched Tara practically skip out, a huge smile on her face. I knew she was going to celebrate with her boyfriend. Driving home, Randy called me to tell me that he was going to take me out to the jazz club again.

I stopped at the boutique Auriella had brought me to weeks prior. The sales associate, recognizing me, greeted me warmly. "Welcome back! What can we do for you tonight?"

"I need a dress," I explained, "something that will perfectly match these." I held up the stunning gold heels I'd bought last time.

"Ah, yes! The gold beauties," she said with a knowing smile. "Come right this way. I have just the thing that will make those sing." She led me to a rack, pulling out a beautiful blue dress that shimmered with subtle elegance. It was perfect. I already had a purse at home that matched, so I skipped getting one. Randy picked me up at my house later, and we were off.

Randy and I arrived at the jazz club, the air already thick with the smooth sounds of a saxophone and the enticing aroma of garlic and herbs. We settled into a cozy booth, ordering a bottle of rich Italian red wine and a feast of Italian pasta. The food was exquisite, the wine flowed, and the music enveloped us.

"This is perfect," Randy murmured, raising his glass to me. "Just what we needed."

"Absolutely," I agreed, clinking my glass against his. "To us."

We talked, we laughed, and as the night deepened, we moved to the dance floor, swaying to the soulful melodies, lost in each other's arms. We danced late into the night, every touch, every spin, a silent conversation between our bodies.

When we finally got back to my place, the passion that had simmered all evening ignited. We barely made it through the door before shedding our clothes in a trail, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other. The rest of the night was a wild, uninhibited blur of sex, exploring all different positions throughout the house. We engaged in missionary, then doggy, then I rode him in cowgirl, and he lifted me for the captain. We tried the hot seat and the pretzel, our bodies intertwining in a dance of pure pleasure. We explored every desire, every fantasy, climaxing hard and often, each shattering release leaving us breathless and utterly sated, Randy's thick cum filling me completely with every powerful finish. It was a perfect end to a perfect week.

The next morning, Thursday, we left for a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods. The moment we stepped inside, a sense of blissful isolation enveloped us. This was our sanctuary for the next few days, a place where the only agenda was each other.

"No work, no distractions," Randy whispered, pulling me into his arms as he kicked the door shut behind us. "Just us."

"Perfect," I breathed, already feeling the tension melt away.

And for the next few days, from Thursday morning until Sunday night, that's exactly what it was. Our time at the cabin was a continuous exploration of each other, fueled by an insatiable desire. The sex was both hot and wild, a primal dance of bodies and souls, taking us from inside the cabin to the great outdoors.

We spent hours in bed, the sheets a tangled mess, our bodies slick with sweat. We moved through every position imaginable, our moans echoing softly in the quiet cabin. Randy would pin me beneath him, his eyes blazing with desire. "You're all I need," he'd growl, driving into me with a primal force that made my hips buck. I'd wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, crying out his name as we found climax after climax.

One afternoon, in a burst of playful passion, I grabbed my silk scarf from my bag. "Think we can use this?" I teased, letting it trail over his chest.

His eyes darkened. "Oh, I think we can," he murmured, taking it from me. He gently tied my wrists to the headboard, just loosely enough to allow movement, but enough to heighten the sensation. "Now you're really mine," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck, his voice husky with desire. The slight restraint made every touch, every thrust, even more exquisite, amplifying the pleasure until I was screaming his name, my body trembling as I shattered around his thick cock, feeling his cum flood inside me.

We made love on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on our intertwined bodies. We found passion against the sturdy kitchen counter, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifted and plunged. We embraced standing in the shower, the hot water cascading over us, mingling with our sweat and his thick cum.

On one of the nights, as dusk settled, we ventured out onto the spacious deck. The cool evening air was a sharp contrast to the heat of our bodies as we found a new rhythm. He bent me over the sturdy railing, my ass lifted, exposed to the cool night air. He pushed his thick dick into my ass, a slow, deliberate stretch that made me gasp. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice rough with pleasure, as he began to thrust, a deep, rhythmic pounding that left me breathless. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white, as he filled me completely, pushing deep, eliciting a chorus of moans from my lips. After a few powerful strokes, he pulled out, and with a swift movement, plunged back into my pussy, driving into me with a wild abandon. My body was exquisitely sensitive, swollen from our days of relentless passion, and each thrust sent waves of pure sensation through me.

Another night, under the vast, inky sky, we lay on a blanket on the grass, bathed in the soft glow of the moon and a million stars. He knelt above me, his silhouette against the night sky, and I took his thick, hard dick into my mouth, sucking him deeply, feeling the velvet heat of him fill me. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "God, you're so good," he rasped, his hips beginning to thrust. After a moment, he pulled free, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you around me, all of you." He positioned himself, and with a powerful push, he was back inside my pussy, driving into me with renewed fervor, the cool night air on our skin, the stars witnessing our raw passion.

"I love this," I whimpered, feeling his mouth on my neck, his hips pounding against mine.

"Good," he'd reply, his breath ragged against my ear. "Because I'm never letting you go."

Each climax was a powerful wave, shaking me to my core, a profound, shattering release that left us both breathless and utterly sated. And each and every time, Randy groaned, his body tensing, as he released his thick cum deep inside me, filling me completely.

Late Sunday night, gloriously exhausted but still buzzing with the afterglow of our cabin escape, we finally pulled into my driveway. The house felt quiet and empty after the constant hum of our passion.

"Home sweet home," Randy murmured, pulling me into a hug as we stepped inside. "But the fun doesn't have to stop."

"It definitely doesn't," I whispered back, already reaching for the buttons on his shirt. We shed our clothes in a trail, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other as we made our way directly to the bedroom.

The rest of the night was a continuation of our cabin bliss, a wild, uninhibited blur of sex. We started with him kneeling over me, his thick dick sliding into my pussy, while his fingers found my nipples, gently rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Randy," I gasped, my back arching. "That feels incredible."

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one, sucking deeply, then biting softly, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure. His voice husky, as he picked up the pace, driving into me with a delicious intensity. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"More," I pleaded, my hips arching to meet his every thrust. "Just more of you."

We moved through various positions, his hands always finding my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were exquisitely sensitive. He'd suckle them, nip them, and roll them, each touch sending shivers through me and amplifying the pleasure. We climaxed hard and often, each shattering release shaking me to my core, my body convulsing around him. And each and every time, Randy groaned, his body tensing, as he released his thick cum deep inside me, filling me completely. By the time the first hint of Monday morning light crept through the blinds, we were utterly sated, our bodies marked by days of intense pleasure, our connection deeper than ever.