Emperor's New "Clothes"

*Mr. Iero,

We reluctantly inform you that we have decided to give the contract to Way Enterprises. We hope that in the future that we can work together, but for this venture...*

The intern ducked when the steel pitcher of water went sailing over his head.

“GODDAMMIT!

Frank yelled.

"Fuckin' Way! I swear, if I don't get the next one..."

He growled, kicking his trash can sending screwed up paper, empty take out coffee cups, and half a Katz's Pastrami sandwich, (that had gone cold when Frank had to take an important phone call), all across the floor. He sighed heavily, then looked up at the young man, who somewhat resembled a dear caught in the headlights just then.

"You, whatever your name is."

"Troy, sir."

Frank waved his hand, signaling that it was unimportant.

"I don't care. Just leave and send Megan in."

Troy left, and a moment later, a small blonde girl, barely out of college walked in nervously.

"Clean that up Megan. I'm leaving early."

He turned off his computer, locking it with his unguessable password, then grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and slipped it on.

"See you Monday. Have a nice weekend."

He leered at the girl as she got on her knees to pick up his mess, then left the office. He wanted her on her knees doing something else, but she was still too new to approach. He didn't speak to anyone on the way out, just nodded to a couple of heads of departments, then left the building, and walked a few feet to the bar on the corner. Stepping inside, his senses were assaulted by the smells of cocktails, greasy food, and the sounds of good music and happy people. Frank started to relax. He went to sit at the bar, and waved over the server.

"Hi Jerry. Give me something with lime in it, and some fries."

He grinned at his old high school friend.

"Please?"

"You got it Frankie."

He brought him a glass of water to start.

"Must have been a tough day. You are here a few hours early today...not that I mind the company."

He winked.

"We've been over this Jerry."

Frank laughed.

"I'm straight, remember, but yeah fuckin' tough day."

He sipped his water.

"That asshole took another contract, right from under my Goddamn nose!"

Jerry knew exactly who Frank was talking about too.

"Man I'm sorry. You'll get it next time. Let me go see if your drink is ready."

"Thanks dude."

Frank said, glumly stirring his water with a swizzle stick.

"Here you go Frankie. It's called a lime Derby and here are your fries."

Jerry put everything down. He patted Frank on the shoulder.

"I'll check on you later."

"Cool. Thanks man."

Frank took a sip of the drink. It was sweet, but with a strong kick of vodka, and a distinct lime flavor to it.

"Mmm."

He hummed in pleasure, before popping one of the fries into his mouth.

Gerard was tired. It had been an eventful day full of congratulations and pats on the back for the contract they landed. It was nothing new for Gerard or his company, but it was important to him to make sure that the people that worked hard to get it, got their credit. Gerard always considered himself fair in that respect. If you worked hard for something, you deserve the recognition.

"Hey Ivy, how's it going?"

Gerard walked into the bar and was greeted by a friend from school...although in school his name was Sam.

"GeeWay, what's going on?"

"Decided to do a little celebrating before I head home to my big empty house."

"Oh shove it, you know you love living alone. You get to kick everyone out after the party and you don't even have to clean up."

Gerard laughed.

"That is very true."

Gerard sat down at his usual booth.

"What can I get you?"

"Hmmm, surprise me with something fruity with a bit of sour in it, oh and of course tempura."

"You got it GeeWay."

Ivy kissed his cheek and then left. Gerard took off his jacket and loosened his tie a bit. He relaxed with a sigh and waited for his drink.

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Frank had been sat, eying up a girl in an extremely short skirt, for the last half hour. He wouldn't approach her of course, she was with a six and a half foot jock looking dude, who was currently bending over her back at the pool table, "teaching" her how to line up a shot! Frank smirked, taking a sip of his fourth cocktail, this time, something with strawberry. He liked watching people, and it certainly didn't hurt when they were cute, and currently nearly showing off their panties to the entire bar.

"Be right back babe. Gotta go drain the lizard."

The jock kissed her on the cheek and then walked off. She sipped her drink and finished it with a sigh. There was no denying she was bored. Frank saw the jock leave, downed the rest of his drink, then got up and walked over to the girl.

"Hi sugar. What's a pretty little thing like you doin' here all on your own?"

He offered her a smile.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She looked up at the man before her and smirking popped her gum.

"Yeah, I could use another drink if you are buyin' daddy."

She placed a hand on his chest and lifted her leg a little against Frank's. Frank smirked.

"Sure thing sugar, what you drinkin'?"

"Surprise me daddy."

Frank nodded with a small smile, then waved over his server.

"Hey Jerry, can I get something pineapple, and another one of those strawberry things please?"

Jerry smirked. He knew this game.

"Sure Frankie, give me a minute and I think I can whip something up."

Jerry left and the girl looked at Frank.

"Your name is Frankie?"

Frank grinned.

"Yeah, it is. And what's yours sugar or shall I just keep calling you that?"

He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him a little.

She giggled.

"I'm Anna Marie, but you can keep calling me sugar if I can keep calling you daddy."

"Fine by me sugar."

He smirked, sliding his hand down from her waist to her ass, and squeezing lightly.

“Another round GeeWay?”

“Ugh, no thank you, I could not take another bite.”

Ivy smiled. She took away the two empty baskets.

“Well then I will get you another water.”

“Thanks Ivy.”

Gerard sipped the last of his water as he looked around the bar.

“Well would you look at that.”

Gerard saw his nemesis Frank Iero, owner of Iero Incorporated, chatting up a girl young enough to be his daughter…maybe. Frank and Gerard have had a rivalry going for years, but mostly Gerard always came out on top. He didn’t think that Frank was a bad business man. Quite the contrary, he admired a lot of what the man did, but the way he treated his employees and those around him made him unlikable. He saw the girl come into the bar with another man, but did not see him around anymore. He knew that Frank was probably eyeing the girl waiting for his chance and he pounced on it. He saw Frank’s bar buddy Jerry walking over and knew that they were working together. Ivy didn’t like Jerry. He was fine with her when he thought she was all female, but when he found out she was trans he became a dick. Gerard put him in his place right away when he was messing with her. They rarely worked a shift together and if they did, they stayed on opposite sides of the bar.

Jerry brought over their drinks. Anna Marie took a sip and licked her lips.

"Yummy. What is this?"

Jerry smirked.

"It's called a slow comfortable screw up against a wall...with pineapple."

Frank hid his smirk by glancing across the room at a couple of drunken idiots who were getting a little rowdy. He smiled as he turned back to the girl, whose real name he couldn't even be bothered to try to remember.

"So…"

He said slowly, leaning into her ear.

"You like a slow comfortable screw up against a wall?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She looked away shyly.

"If it's good like this one, than yeah. Why, are you offering me one daddy?"

Frank pulled her closer against him by her ass.

"Absolutely."

She looked at the bathroom door and saw that her boyfriend had not come out yet.

"Well then daddy, why don’t we go to your place where you can show me your technique."

"Excellent idea sugar."

Frank grinned, turning toward the front of the bar and, waving bye to Jerry, escorted her toward the front door, then out onto the street.

"Hold on, I'll hail a cab."

He stuck one arm out as a yellow taxi cab came toward them, and whistled loudly at it.

Gerard watched them leave. A few minutes later, the guy came out of the bathroom. He looked around for his girl, but of course she was gone. Then Jerry came with a fake message from the girl. The guy nodded and then went back to his beer and pool game. Gerard decided that he had enough for one day too. He paid Ivy and then, kissing her on the cheek, left himself.

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"Wow, you live here all by yourself?"

Frank slid off his jacket and hung it in the closet.

"Yeah sugar.Just little old me, all on my own."

He faked a wobbly lip, and big puppy eyes.

"You gonna make daddy feel better?"

She walked around the living room staring at the ceiling and how expensive everything must have been.

"How can I do that daddy?"

Frank sat down on his big leather couch, loosened his tie, and relaxed, his legs spread slightly as he watched her ass in that almost-skirt.

"Well, you could come over here and keep daddy company? My lap's awfully cold right now."

She turned and looked at him smiling. She walked over, her tits bouncing as she went and dropped on his lap in a straddle position.

"There is that better daddy?"

"Much."

He grinned, one hand going to her ass, and the other to the back of her neck, pulling her down so he could crash his lips to her's.

She kissed like someone her age would. Sloppy and uninformed. It gave him a chance to mold her into what he liked.

"Mmmm, I think you promised me a slow comfortable screw against the wall daddy?"

Frank grinned.

"I did."

He slid both hands under her ass, which had no panties on it, and then pushed himself up onto his feet.

"Pick a wall."

"How about you show me the walls in your bedroom."

Frank smirked, hoisting the girl's legs up higher so she could wrap them around his hips. He could feel how hard he was getting from being pressed against her crotch, and each step he took toward his room created delicious friction. Once inside his large, darkly decorated bedroom, Frank lowered her legs to the ground, enjoying the rub as she slid down his body. He pushed her back up against the nearest wall and attacked her neck, leaving dark purple marks that would last for days, as his hands slid over down her sides, then up, under her skirt, pushing it up to her hips. Frank grinned into her skin as he started to touch her, intimately.

"Mmmm yes daddy. Fuck me. I wanna feel you."

She shamelessly pushed against his fingers making them go deeper inside. Frank fucked her with his fingers for a minute while he undid his flies, and pushed his suit pants and boxers down with the other hand.

"Suck me sugar. Get me nice and hard."

He growled in her ear, before placing his hand on her shoulder and pushing her gently downward. He could tell that this was not her thing. He had better blow jobs from beginners and she used her teeth a little too much. After a few minutes, Frank guided her off and back up to her feet before pressing her back against the wall and grabbing her ass as his mouth attached to her right tit through her shirt. No bra either. This really was his night. She arched her back and practically jumped into his cock.

"You want it sugar? Tell me what you want."

"I want it daddy, Fuck me with your big hard cock!"

Frank grinned, then picked her legs up, hooking them around his back, tugged her skirt up out of the way, lined himself up, and thrust in hard.

"Ahhh fuck daddy!"

She cried out. Her brain completely off line to the fact that he was not wearing any protection. She wrapped his arms around his shoulders as she fucked herself on his cock. Frank basically had to do no work other than hold her up...and the wall did most of that.

"That's it sugar. Fuck yourself. Let daddy hear you."

"Fuck daddy!Yes, oh God yes!"

She screamed and obeyed and Frank was kind of glad cause he was getting tired just watching her. It wasn't long before Frank felt that familiar feeling in his gut, and was soon thrusting up hard and fast as he approached his climax.

"I'm close sugar. Ahh.Nearly there.AHHHHHH!!"

He cried out as he came hard. He had no idea if she came at all. He didn't even care. Pulling out, Frank lowered her legs down and kissed her cheek.

"That was fun sugar…."

He looked at his platinum Rolex, then turned back to her.

"…but I got a meeting early tomorrow, and I need to sleep."

He went to his nightstand and fished in the top drawer, before removing a gold money clip.

"Here."

He held out a fifty.

"I'll call you a cab."

"I...uh, okay."

The girl gathered her stuff up and took the fifty. She headed to the door.

"Do I get to see you again?"

Now she looked every bit her age of hardly 21.

"I don't think your boyfriend would like that, do you?"

Frank pulled his cell out of his pants pocket and dialed a local cab firm. After giving his address and finding out the car would be about twenty minutes, he hung up and looked at the girl.

"Cab will be here in five, so you should probably wait outside."

He thought for a second.

"And you can keep the change."

He shrugged, leading her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She followed him quietly. He went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer, offering her nothing.

"Okay then...bye."

She walked to the door.

Frank heard the door open, then close. Chugging half the bottle, he walked through to the entrance hall and secured the three deadbolts, two chains and set the alarm, before heading back into the living room, crashing onto the sofa, and turning on the TV. He didn't have a meeting tomorrow. He didn't even have work. It was Saturday. Grinning as he found a movie he hadn't seen in about five years, he settled back and enjoyed the rest of his night, completely forgetting the girl, and ignoring the fact that it was now starting to rain heavily outside.

Notes

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