Emperor's New "Clothes"

"Sir, there is another contract up for bid."

Another nameless intern was standing before Frank's massive oak desk.

"And I'm guessing Way is going for it too?"

Frank sneered the name, not bothering to look up from his computer screen, after all, it was a guy that was talking to him, not a girl whose tits he could imagine sucking on.

"Y-Y-Yes sir, he is."

Frank held out his hand, still not looking up. When nothing happened, he clicked his fingers like he was calling a waiter.

"The details?!"

The intern stuttered them out. It was a big contract and it could make up for the last two that he had lost.

"S-S-So Sir, are you i-i-interested?"

"Of course I'm interested! Are you new or something!?"

Frank rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Tell Megan to set up the call."

When the boy didn't move, Frank looked up finally.

"Was there something else, or do you need directions out of my office?"

The boy needed no other instruction as he ran out as fast as he could.

"Mr. Iero."

Megan came in an hour later. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a sheer blue blouse that matched the lace bra underneath. Her red hair was softly resting on her shoulders. She sat down across from his desk with her note pad poised for dictation.

"The conference call that was scheduled for eleven has been moved to one. I changed your lunch schedule to accommodate it and called the deli to change the delivery time."

She crossed her legs to get comfortable and gave a quick flash that the panties matched the bra.

"Also the call you asked me to set up is scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine. I cleared the rest of the day too."

She pushed her hair behind one ear where it had fallen forward.

"Is there anything else you need from me Sir?"

The sound of her stockings could be heard as she shifted in her seat. Frank stared openly at her tits in that blouse.

"Actually, there is."

He smirked slightly, turning his chair sideways and patting his knee.

"Why don't you go lock the door then come sit over here."

Megan rolled her eyes. After a few months now she was used to this.

"I would Sir, but then no one would be there to get your lunch."

She stood up quickly making her chest bounce and fixed her skirt.

"I will bring your lunch when it arrives."

With that she left the office. Frank huffed. He'd get her soon enough. Frank took out his second cellphone, his little black book, so to speak, and checked his messages.

*Hi Frankie.Been waiting for your call. I miss your big...*

"Delete!"

*Hiya Frank, I need your…*

"Delete!"

*Hey big boy…*

"Delete! Delete! Delete!"

Frank chuckled.

"Time for a new number I think."

He made a note in his digital diary to get the cell number changed again, then put the phone away.

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"Mr. Iero, your lunch is here."

Megan returned to the office carrying a small bag from Katz's Deli. She placed it on the desk and then walked over to the mini fridge to pull out one of Frank's bottles of Pellegrino.

"Cum join me Megan."

Frank patted his lap.

"I'm good Sir. I have my lunch on my desk and my boyfriend is going to call me."

"I bet your boyfriend can't do what I can do."

He smirked, eyes skimming over her small body. Now she turned and looked at him.

"No offense Sir, but you have at least 10 years on Jack, if not more. I am pretty sure he can satisfy me better then you ever could."

Megan walked over to the desk and put the sparkling water down.

"Now if you will excuse me..."

She turned to leave.

"Who said anything about sex Megan?"

Frank asked nonchalantly as he examined his fingernails.

"I was talking about taking you with me when I go to Hawaii next month."

He looked up, eyes intensely watching her reaction.

"Five star luxury.Private beach.Personal caterers.Hot tub.King, sized, bed."

He shrugged one shoulder.

"But if you're not interested..."

Megan stopped and turned. She knew he had the conference there, but...

"Wait...you’re serious?"

Then she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What's the catch?"

"I wouldn't call it a catch, more…"

He thought for a second, then patted his knee again, grinning.

"…a bonus."

Megan rolled her eyes, but finally walked around the desk to where Frank was. She looked at him as she situated herself between the desk and him.

"What kind of bonus?"

Frank stood up, leaning over her slightly, both hands placed on the desk, either side of her hips. He looked into her wide blue eyes.

"Kiss me and you'll find out."

Before she had a chance to answer him, Frank leaned right in and kissed her deeply, one hand moving up into her hair, as the other slid high up onto her thigh.

He was a better kisser than she thought. At first she tried to fight him, but he quickly subdued her with his technique. By the time he let her come up for air, she was a mes panting. He lips bruised and parted, wet with his and her saliva mingled.

"So.. Hawaii?"

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"All right Mr. Iero. We have heard your presentation and it sounds right for us so far. We still have a few more calls to make, but we will let you know in a few weeks whose bid we are going to go with."

"Thank you Mr. Peck. I look forward to hearing from you."

After the standard goodbyes, Frank hung up, and grinned down at the temp who was covering for Megan while she was off sick.

"I think that went very well!"

He frowned slightly at her.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking?"

He tangled his hand in the back of her hair and guided her back onto his cock.

"Let's see Way out bid me this time."

He grinned as he rested his head back and enjoyed a pretty damn good blow job.

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At the end of the day, having got quite a bit of work done, and having fucked the temp, who's name Frank didn't remember, over his desk, twice, Frank locked his computer, slipped on his jacket and headed out, winking at the temp on the way. Stepping outside, he felt the inevitable pull of cocktails and fries, so headed for the bar.

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"Thanks Ivy."

"No problem GeeWay."

Ivy walked away and Gerard inhaled the aroma of the fried veggies in front of him. As he picked one up to take a bite the door opened up and Frank walked in. He went to his usual table on the other side of the bar. Jerry was not working today so Frank had one of the other waitresses whom he flirted with shamelessly. Gerard rolled his eyes and went back to his food and drink.

"What time do you get off?"

Frank smirked, squeezing the waitress’s ass through her skirt.

"Well my boyfriend picks me up at seven...but I can tell him I have another ride."

"Excellent."

Frank said with a wink, his hand groping the girl's ass a bit more before patting it soundly, and sending her on her way as another barfly waved her over.

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"I can't believe she is going with him. Another notch on the bedpost I guess."

Ivy sat down for a few minutes with Gerard.

"One day he will get what's coming to him Ivy."

He brushed a hand across her cheek.

"Ugh, tell me again why you have to be completely gay."

Gerard laughed and grabbed his coat. He kissed Ivy on the cheek.

"See you next Friday."

Gerard walked out into the night air. He looked at his itinerary to make sure he was set for his flight for Maui on Monday. He knew that Frank would be there too. He was working on a plan. It was not perfect yet, but when he was done, Frank Iero would never be the same again.

***Time Stamp: Monday in Maui***

"Oh wow, it is beautiful here!"

Megan marveled at the view from Frank's penthouse suite.

"I can't wait to hit the beach!"

"And I can't wait to see you in your bikini. You go topless, right?"

"Of course not silly. I don't want to get arrested."

She bent over and placed her suitcase on one of the beds.

"I'm gonna go get changed."

She pulled out a purple bikini and then headed to the bathroom.

"Shame."

Frank murmured, stripping down to his skin, then pulling on a pair of green and orange Hawaiian patterned shorts, and a plain black shirt.

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Gerard was relaxing on the veranda of his hotel room. He preferred to be on the ground level even if it was not a grand room. It was good enough for him. His little sister was on the beach getting a tan. Gerard preferred to stay his usual pale color. He watched as she rolled over for the last time and then decided to play in the surf a bit.

"I'll be back in a bit Gee."

"Okay Micha."

He watched as she made sure her suit was straight and then ran down to the main beach. Her strawberry blonde hair flowing behind her. He took a quick pic and texted it to her husband.

*She is going to look amazing when she gets back to you.*

A few minutes later he got a text back with a bunch of faces with hearts for eyes. He laughed. They were so in love.

Frank walked down onto the sand, his eyes straying from Megan's ass, to all the other girls in their teeny tiny bikinis. He stood gazing around as Megan set out their beach towels. There was a particularly pretty little thing in the shallow water. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and was wearing an intriguing olive green wrap around one piece, that made her look like a present, just waiting to be unwrapped.

Frank adjusted himself in his shorts, then, glancing at Megan and seeing that she was already laying on her front, with the back of her bikini top undone, and her eyes closed, turned back to look at the blonde, who was now in up to her waist in the sparkling blue water.

"I'm gonna go for a swim."

He spoke taking off his shirt and heading toward the girl, not waiting for Megan's reply.

Gerard came back out of the room in time to see someone walking up to his sister. He squinted as best he could, but all he saw was that the man was shorter than her. He was not worried; she could take care of herself. He decided to go grab a nap before dinner.

"Hi cutie. What's your name?"

Micha looked at the man in front of her. She thought he was cute, but her husband was cuter of course. They shared the same passion for tattoos it seemed.

"Micha."

"Micha?Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"My husband likes it too."

Frank looked around curiously, then returned his eyes to the pretty blonde.

"And where is this husband?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me he's left you all on your own. Anything could happen."

He smiled his most convincing smile.

"Why don't I keep you company, seeing as I'm here alone too?"

Technically she was not alone. She was with her brother and her husband was just on another island at his own hotel.

"He's in the room getting ready for dinner...as I will be shorty myself."

She deliberately said it in that way. She hated men like this.

"Aww. Well perhaps I could walk you back to your room..."

He slid one fingertip down her arm.

"…or mine?"

Micha had to laugh.

"You really don't give up do you?"

"Not when I set my mind to something, no."

He offered his arm with a smile.

"May I?"

"Perhaps I will see you again."

With that Micha walked away from the man back to her room. She entered and saw her brother sleeping. Toweling off she climbed into bed and snuggled into his side. He put an arm around her and hugged her tightly.

"Have fun?"

"Yeah, until this short little creep tried to pick me up."

"Isn't that how you described Pete when you first met him."

Micha hit Gerard lightly and he laughed. He rolled over and pushed his face into her hair.

"You smell like the sun."

"Yeah, well now I am going to smell like cucumber and melon cause I am going to shower."

"Okay. Wake me when you are done and I can take mine. What time is dinner?"

"Honestly Gee, I don't know why you take me instead on one of your interns on these trips."

"Cause you love to travel and then I let you use the miles for a vacation for you and Pete."

"I hate you."

She kissed his nose.

"I love you too."

Micha got up and headed to the bathroom.

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Frank was in his best white shirt, black tie and jeans, though he was leaving his jacket in the room cos it was just too warm to wear it here. He was sat on the bed, checking his emails on his cellphone while he waited for Megan to hurry the fuck up and finish getting ready for dinner.

"Fuck sake."

He muttered under his breath.

"How long does it take to slap on some makeup?"

"Ready."

Megan came out in a long red dress that left plenty of open skin on the side that Frank liked. He stood up slipping the cell into his pocket, and stepped over to her. Frank pressed her against the wall, his hands skimming over her curves, his lips going to the side of her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

"We could always just stay here and..."

He slid one hand down her thigh, then up under the hem of her dress, finding, not surprisingly, that she was without panties. He pushed his hand between her legs as he sucked on her earlobe.

"Frankie...you have to make an appearance at dinner. It's good f-f-for making c-c-c...oh God...tacts."

"We can be late."

Frank hummed as he pushed a finger inside her.

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Frank straightened his tie as they entered the dining room. He looked to his left and saw that Megan was still trying to sort her hair that he'd messed up before. He chuckled, then approached the maitre'd.

"Frank Iero and guest."

He hadn't bothered to put Megan's name on the list, as he could've changed his mind and taken someone else at the last minute. She didn't seem to notice.

"There he is."

Gerard looked up from his second course as Micha tapped his arm.

"Who?"

"The guy from the beach."

Gerard looked over and nearly choked.

"Oh fuck, that's Frank Iero."

"Are you shitting me?"

"No I'm not."

"Man Gee, no wonder you get all the bids. He’s a fucking letch who doesn't deserve them and wait...he said he was not here with anyone. That little shit."

Gerard looked and saw that Frank had brought his newest assistant with him. They never stayed long. Actually several of them came to work for him when he fired them.

"It's his newest assistant. As far as he is concerned he is here alone."

"Gee, dance with me."

"What are you plotting Micha?"

"Just come on."

Gerard put his napkin down and got up. He held his hand out for his sister. She got up and looked amazing in her green dress. He helped her to the dance floor, not too far from where Iero was sitting. He could see Frank looking disinterested, and the girl looking at the dance floor longingly.

"Come on Frankie, how about one dance?"

"This isn't really my type of music."

Frank drank half a glass of champagne in one go. Megan sighed and looked out at the couples on the floor. One girl was in a beautiful green dress and was dancing with a handsome gentleman with dark hair. He was casually dressed, but it came off sharp and brilliant. She wished that she had a man like that. Ever since she started fooling around with her boss, she left her boyfriend thinking they had a chance. He was good in bed and it blinded her to the way he really was.

Frank was looking around, bored, when he saw the pretty girl from the beach..Michelle or something. She was dancing with a dark haired man who looked like he'd stepped right off the catwalk. Was that her husband? Frank was pretty sure he could take him in a fight, and also that he could take the girl from him. Frank grinned wickedly.

"Megan."

He stood up, not looking at her, but extending his hand.

"Care to dance?"

Megan smiled brightly. She stood up and let Frank lead her to the dance floor. Maybe things were going to work out after all.

"I knew it."

"What?"

Micha leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"That bastard asked her to dance when he saw you with me. Watch as he tries to cut in. Let him and then maybe help that poor girl see the light not dimmed by his sorry ass."

Gerard laughed and ran his fingers through her hair.

"In another life we would have been perfect together."

"In another life you might not be queerer than a three dollar bill Gee."

He spun her out and pulled her close again dancing toward the unhappy couple.

"True, or I would go after your husband instead."

"Ugh, you would not."

"You're right, I heard from Patrick that his blowjob skills kind of suck."

Micha made a face and hit him.

"Wow Gee really?"

"Oh stop, you like his ex."

She giggled.

"Yeah, I do and he can do this little thing with his tongue that..."

Gerard spun her away fast.

Frank led Megan through the other couples until they were a few feet from the blonde, Micha? Yeah, that sounded right, then he pulled her in and spun her twice. He shot the blonde a dazzling smile.

Micha worked hard not to roll her eyes when he smiled.

"Okay Gee, get ready."

Gerard winked and then spun Micha in their direction a little too hard. He let go of her hand and she crashed into Frank and his date knocking them to the floor.

"Oh My God, I am so sorry!"

Gerard ran over and helped...the girl in red up.

"Uh...it's okay...I'm just..."

Megan was a little woozy from the collide and maybe too much champagne. Meanwhile Micha had ended up in Frank's lap...as planned.

"Are you okay miss?"

Megan looked up into eyes filled with much concern, and blushed.

"I think so, but what about..."

She looked down at the man's date.

"I'm good. This guy cushioned my fall."

She pointed to Frank.

"Hey honey, why don't you get her a compress. I think my elbow collided with her head."

"Okay, be back in a bit."

He placed an arm gently around the girl in red's waist.

"This way please miss."

Then he was gone and Micha was left with...Frank.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?

So sun, sea and sssss..... You know the rest. ;D

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