Emperor's New "Clothes"

Frank was enjoying the position he was in. The pretty blonde, who he was about 98% certain was called Micha, was in his lap, and neither her husband, or Megan were anywhere in sight.

"Well. As much as I love having you sat on me..."

His eyes trailed up and down her slim body.

"…people are starting to stare, so I think we should probably get up off the ground, and I should take you for a spin around the floor."

He smirked slightly.

"I promise I won't throw you away so easily."

Micha refrained from rolling her eyes and gave a small laugh.

"I am grateful for that Sir."

Micha pushed up to her feet again and brushed her dress off.

Frank stood and offered his hand. He could tell that this one wasn't going to go easy.

"May I?"

Micha curtsied and then they were dancing to the music. She was happy that it was a simple classical piece. No chance for Frank to mess with her.

"So."

Frank began.

"You're really married to that stiff?"

Micha raised an eyebrow.

"My relationship with him is quite satisfactory thank you. What about you Sir, I don’t see a ring on your finger...or did you just decide to take it off for the occasion?"

"I've never been married. Never found the right one I guess."

He shrugged slightly, spinning Micha in his arms.

"Perhaps they have not been born yet?"

She smirked and then allowed him to dip her.

"I mean that one looks like she is barely out of high school.

"Who Megan?"

Frank laughed, shaking his head.

"She's just my secretary. I couldn't exactly come here alone."

"Just your secretary?"

Micha spun away and then back again. She didn't like how tightly Frank was holding her to him. She hoped that Gerard would finish soon with Megan.

"Yeah."

He nodded.

"She wants more, but I'm not interested."

"So you're just all about a quick fuck huh?"

Micha watched Frank's eyes grow wide. It was what Gerard loved about his sister. Her ability to shock.

"So, are you two getting to know each other?"

Megan seemed to carry herself differently now. Micha knew that her brother did good.

"Oh yes, I learned a lot about...I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Frank."

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Micha's husband.

"And you are?"

"This is Gee."

Micha stepped up to Gerard and covered his chest with her hand, over his heart.

"Well then, I see that dinner is being served. If you will excuse us."

Gerard bowed to Frank and kissed Megan's hand and then left with Micha. Frank frowned, then turned to Megan, a smile plastered on his face. He offered his arm.

"Shall we?"

"Actually, I am feeling quite lightheaded. I'm going to retire to the room and call my doctor just in case."

Megan kissed his cheek and then left grabbing her stole.

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Frank left the little waitress he'd just fucked in a vacant room to get dressed, and headed back up to his and Megan's room. When he got there though, there was no sign of her, except for a note on his pillow that said she had returned home to get checked out properly, after speaking to her doctor. Frank shrugged and tossed the note into the waste paper bin, then got ready for bed. At least now he was free to fuck as many island girls as he wanted. He went to sleep with a big grin on his face, and his spent cock in his hand.

***Time Stamp: The Next Day***

"Have you heard his speeches before?"

"Yes, they are inspiring and his now his sister is involved with the company too."

"Between them both, they could take over the world."

"I'd rather take over the sister, if you know what I mean."

"Don't let Way here you talk about her that way. He is fiercely protective over his family."

"Right, remember when that magazine went after the matriarch of the family?"

"That magazine does not even exist anymore."

"Way is a force to be reckoned with and...oh, good morning Mr. Iero. Are you ready for the meeting?"

"Of course."

Frank stated, like it was obvious.

"Except I don't seem to have a coffee."

He raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"Double-shot espresso."

Then he strode into the conference room, and took a seat at the large table.

"Did he just..."

"I guess he didn't know who you were."

"What an asshole!"

The group of business men continued to talk till it was time for the presentation. When they walked in they all found their seats by their names. The one that Frank demanded coffee from scowling at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will start shortly."

Frank clicked his fingers at a boy who was setting papers around the table.

"Coffee."

He grunted as the boy reached his side.

"Double-shot espresso. And make it quick."

"We only have regular Sir."

"Then go across the street and buy one."

Frank snapped.

"And be back before the meeting starts or don't come back at all."

The boy ran out the door nearly tripping over the two people coming in.

"Careful son."

"Sorry Mr. Way."

Frank's head snapped toward the door. All the times Way had stolen contracts from him, and he'd never actually met the…Fuck, yes he had! What were the fucking chances? The stiff from last night, was the one and only Gerard fucking Way!

"It's no trouble. Where are you on your way to?"

"Oh, uh heading across to the coffee shop."

"Oh, would you be willing to get us something?"

"Sure."

Gerard pulled out a twenty and handed it to the boy.

"I'll take a straight black with two sugars and ..."

"Make that two."

Gerard smiled at Micha.

"And get yourself something for being a sweetheart."

Micha smiled at the boy and he blushed.

"Yes Sir, ma'am, I'll be back soon."

He nodded and was out the door. Immediately all the occupants of the room were flocking around them. Except for Frank of course, who sat and studied the other man with narrowed eyes. What was so special about Way?

"Gentlemen, if you could have a seat please, we can get this meeting started."

At that point the boy returned from the coffee shop. He handed Gerard the two cups of coffee he requested and then tried to give him his change. Gerard pushed it away. He then went to give Frank his cup.

"What took so long."

Frank stared the boy down. He took the cup and sipped it. He raised an eyebrow.

"It's cold!"

"I..."

"If Mr. Iero is done. We can start."

Frank gave the boy one last scathing look, then dismissed him. He hadn't decided if he would have him fired him or not, but he was certainly leaning toward it.

"Let's get on with this, shall we?"

The meeting was boring and the same shit it always was. It was not till Micha stood up and took the podium that it turned interesting...mostly because of the low cut blouse she was wearing. Frank watched the blonde. Micha Way. He would've made a bigger effort to get her into his bed if he'd known who she was. He could see a touch of black lace at her cleavage, and his mouth watered. He wanted her before, but now he knew that she was Way's wife, he wanted her all the more.

"And that concludes my part of the presentation. Any questions?"

She smiled innocently at the group before her. Frank wanted to ask her if her panties matched the bra he could see peeking, but he didn't. The questions were all good ones and Micha answered each one.

"Thank you Mrs. We..."

"Oh please, no thanks are needed. I am just happy to share what has been working for our company for years."

Micha smiled at her brother.

"Well we still thank you."

Gerard looked at his sister trying to figure out why she didn't want the presenter to say her last name. He raised his eyebrows, but she just showed him her bright eyes and that made him smile.

Frank had listened to every word she said.. he was a professional after all.. but his eyes had strayed over her slim body the entire time. As everyone got up to shake the couple's hands before they left, Frank waited until there was just two people left speaking to them, then he got to his feet and rounded the table.

"Well, Mr. Way."

Frank shook his hand, then turned.

"Micha."

He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips and kissed the backs of her knuckles, his eyes locked on hers.

"It's nice to see you again.".

"Yes, small world isn't it Mr. Iero."

Micha gave him a small smile.

"So where is Megan?"

Frank bristled slightly.

"She left the company. Something about going back to Texas."

Micha nodded knowing that Gerard had told her that he had a position for her at their company. Why he said Texas was anyone's guess.

"Oh, so suddenly too."

Micha frowned a bit.

"Excuse me."

Gerard nodded at another gentleman that entered the room. He placed a hand on his sister's shoulder.

"I'll just be a minute."

He then walked off to give Micha time to set her plan in motion. Frank smiled at the pretty blonde.

"And then there were two."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Well I could be pregnant, you never know Mr. Iero."

Frank's eyebrows rose. He'd somehow avoided that particular nightmare, as far as he knew, and he had no interest in even the idea of children.

"Are you?"

He glanced down at her flat stomach, then back up to her face, eyes lingering slightly over her breasts on the way.

"Oh you never know...I have a very active husband."

She cocked her head to the side.

"If you say so."

"What about you Mr. Iero. Are you active?"

Frank smirked.

"Every chance I get."

"Well that's good. It's important to exercise and stay in shape."

"Sorry about that Michy."

Gerard came back over and kissed her cheek. He then turned to Frank.

"So Iero, I hear we are going for the same contract again. Good luck to your team."

Gerard gave a warm genuine smile.

"Ha. Yeah. Good luck."

Frank said sarcastically.

"But I think I might just have this one in the bag."

"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you Iero. Care to make a little side bet on it?"

Micha placed a hand on Gerard's arm.

"Are you sure you should be doing this Gee?"

"Sure why not, it's all in good fun anyway right Iero?"

"Of course. What do you suggest?"

"Hmmm..."

Gerard placed his finger over his lips as if in deep thought.

"How about a simple one. If I win, you have to do anything I say for...one month."

"Oh Gee, what are you 16? A month? Make a real bet! Do it for a year!"

"And if I win?"

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"You'd do anything I say, really?"

"If that is what you want for your end of the bet, then yes."

Gerard held out his hand.

"Do we have an accord Mr. Iero?"

Frank considered for a moment then grinned, grabbing the offered hand tightly and shaking it firmly.

"Deal!"

"Wonderful."

Gerard took his hand back.

"Well now, I hope you enjoy the rest of the day on the Island before we all leave."

"Gee can we go swimming again?"

"You know how I hate the sun Michy."

Micha let her shoulder droop and sighed.

"I guess I'll go alone."

She looked at Frank and made sure there was a sparkle in her eyes.

"Mr. Iero. Pleasure to meet you and I hope we will do so again."

Then Gerard and her left.

Frank was absolutely certain they would, and sooner rather than later. Leaving the conference room, he headed to his room to change into something more comfortable, his swim shorts, then he headed to the beach.

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Micha loved how predictable some men were. She opted for a more revealing swimsuit then before and sure enough, in less than an hour there was a shadow blocking her perfect tan. She reached up and brought her sunglasses down with a bored look on her face.

"Mr. Iero, you are blocking my sun."

She reached over and took a sip of her cocktail.

"I'm sorry..."

Frank stepped to the right.

"May I join you?"

He indicated the sun lounger next to hers.

"It's a free country."

She put her cocktail down and then, placing her sunglasses back, settled in again. Frank grinned and sat down, placing his ever-present cellphone under the lounger, out of the sun, and his own cocktail on the small table between them. He couldn't wait to win this bet, cos he had been thinking about what he'd have Way do, and the first thing, would be to hand over his wife for the year. Frank grinned wider at the thought, and settled back to enjoy the sunshine.

"Tell me..."

He began after a minute.

"…how long have you and your husband been together?"

"Well we have only been married for a few years, but we were high school sweethearts."

"He looks too…boring, for you."

Frank smirked.

"Don't you ever want a little fun?"

"Trust me...he is anything, but boring."

Mikey sat up stretching. She began to get off the lounger.

"Going for a swim?"

"No, I need Gee to put oil on my back so I can continue my tanning."

"Oh don't go bothering him. Let me."

Frank sat up, flexing his fingers, a slight smirk on his face. Micha looked at him and gave a non-committal shrug. She then lay back down on her stomach and undid the back of her top letting the strings fall to the side.

"Just don't get the oil on my suit. It will stain."

Frank picked up the bottle of sun oil and poured some on his hand before setting the bottle back down. He moved over to kneel on the sand between the loungers, and spread the oil over both his palms, then gently lay his hands on the back of Micha's shoulders, and started to massage it in. He began with her shoulders and made his way down the soft curve of her back, enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands.

"Well, I will say that you at least have a good technique."

Frank moved his hands lower, almost to the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"In everything I do."

He murmured, leaning in close so his breath fanned the back of her neck.

"Still, we seem to get more contracts than you do. Perhaps your technique needs a little tweaking in other places."

Frank removed his hands from her back and wiped the remaining oil on his own thighs before standing up.

"I'm gonna take a swim."

She sighed and waved him off.

"Have fun with that."

Frank walked down to the water and straight in up to his waist, before diving beneath the crystal blue. To deny his advances was one thing, but to question his technique in business was quite another. He needed to cool off before he faced her again, else he was likely to say something that would lose him any chance he had of getting Micha to open her legs for him.

MIcha's phone rang.

"Mmmm?"

"Having fun love?"

"Not really."

"Well Gee said that you were playing a little game of cat and mouse."

"Yeah, but the cat is really fucking stupid."

Pete laughed.

"When do you get back?"

"I still have three more meetings, so probably not till the day after you and Gee get home."

"I'll be waiting in my fur coat for you."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that."

"That's cause you think I will have nothing on underneath."

"Oh no love, I hope you will be wearing that diamond bikini I bought you."

"It itches."

Pete laughed again.

"Let me let you go, I see the cat has returned."

"Alright, bye love."

"See you soon."

Micha hung up just as Frank returned with a new plan in mind. She turned slightly letting part of her top fall and giving him a small glimpse of the side of her breast.

"Guess the water must have been a little too cold for you."

"Not really, no."

Frank sat down and retrieved his cell from under his lounger. He went to his contacts and found a particular number, then pressed call. After a moment.

"Hi Vince.. Yeah.. Oh yeah, it's.."

He glanced at Micha.

"..interesting.. Haha yeah, totally."

He listened for a minute, nodding and humming in agreement every now and then.

"Yeah actually I was hoping you could fit me in the day after tomorrow?.. Yeah, the piece we talked about, but with something added.. Haha sure, I'll tell you when I see you.. You can? Great!.. Yeah, see you then. Bye dude."

Frank hung up and returned the phone to its safe spot, before laying back and closing his eyes. Micha pushed up off the lounger and did another stretch letting Frank get a full side view for a moment. She then reached back and retied the top.

"Well, I have packing to do. It was nice to meet you Mr. Iero, and thank you for helping me with my back."

"My entire pleasure sweetheart."

Frank purred with a wink.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing more of you real soon."

"Well we live in the same town, so you never know."

"Oh."

Frank smirked.

"When I win this bet, I'll definitely be seeing a whole lot more of you. You can count on it."

Micha shrugged and then picked up her phone hitting speed dial.

"Yes, I'm checking on my appointment for Friday? Yes, seaweed wrap and mudd bath."

Frank's ears perked up, but he remained relaxed on his lounger. Mud baths, as far as he knew, were taken naked. Maybe he could show up for a manicure, or something, and catch a glimpse or two, or more.

"Yes yes, thank you."

Micha finished her phone call and turned to Frank.

"Have a good flight Mr. Iero."

"Wait a second?"

Micha turned back from stepping away.

"Yes Mr. Iero?"

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear. Does that place do facials? My mom's coming to town in a couple days, and I'd like to treat her."

Frank hadn't spoken to his mother in nearly five years, but Micha didn't need to know that.

"They do, but it is very difficult to get an appointment at short notice."

Oh I'm sure that won't be a problem. What was the place called again?"

"Oh I go to Elizabeth Arden's Spa, Red Door."

"I know the place. On 5th Avenue, right, opposite Rolex?"

"You continue to surprise me Mr. Iero."

Frank smiled wide.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Take it as you like."

Micha wrapped her sarong around her slim waist. She picked up her cocktail and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head.

"Well."

Frank sat up, his eyes sliding over her once more.

"Guess I'll see you back in the Big Apple."

He noted her tiny waist and the smooth curve of her hips. He felt his cock stirring and drew his eyes up to her face and spotted her Tiffany sunglasses, sat on top of her perfectly styled hair. She had expensive tastes. No wonder she married that stiff. Frank knew the guy was rich. She nodded and then walked off with her hips swaying naturally. God, he couldn't wait to get his hands on those hips, and his cock in her... Frank smirked, and now he'd have to go for another swim to hide his hard on, or go find that little waitress to take care of it.

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"Look lady..."

Frank growled down the phone.

"All I want is an appointment for a deep tissue massage on Friday... No! I know you have a waiting list, but I'm sure you can fit me in. Do you realize who I am? Yes! So you should know that I could get you fired with a click of my fingers."

He listened for a moment, fuming. Then calmed as the woman relented.

"Well, thank you!"

He said sarcastically, before hanging up.

***Time Stamp: Friday Back in NY***

"Alright Mrs. Wentz. Just relax and we will get the Mudd bath ready for you."

Micha nodded. She was feeling good. Her body was tightly wrapped with seaweed and she had cucumbers on her eyes. She was relaxing on a bed in the media room with the other occupants, and enjoying the classical music being piped in.

"Well hello there. Fancy seeing you here."

Frank smirked as he stopped by her side, on his way to his massage. Micha feigned surprise as she lifted one of the cucumbers off her eyes.

"Mr. Iero. Nice to see you again."

She noted that he was wearing the spa robe.

"I trust you were able to secure an appointment for your mother?"

"Oh yes. But I figured I'd check the place out myself first."

He looked around the room.

"It's very comfortable here, isn't it?"

Yes, I come once a week for my treatments. My husband comes twice a month. You should try it, it works wonders when you are stressed...although he rarely is."

Frank smiled at her.

"I guess we all have different ways of dealing with stress. I personally enjoy a good workout. Gets the blood pumping, y' know?"

"Oh I like to work out too."

Micha rolled over and sighed.

Frank looked over Micha's slim, seaweed covered body, his cock twitching under his robe as his eyes skimmed over her bottom.

"What does that do?"

He indicated the seaweed with a nod of his head.

"It helps you sweat out the toxins in your body and leaves the skin smooth and supple to the touch."

Micha looked back at Frank.

"Come here."

Frank raised an eyebrow, then walked over.

When he was close enough Micha reached out and touched Frank's thigh.

"Pretty rough. I would ask your last conquest whether you gave her burn marks on her thighs."

Frank nearly choked on his tongue.

"Uh.. Um.."

He swallowed heavily.

"So I should, um, get one of these?"

"It couldn't hurt."

Mikey turned over again as one of the spa workers came over and started to remove the seaweed from her body.

"Or you might want to go for a mudd bath treatment. That also softens the skin."

"How long does this take?"

He nonchalantly leaned one hand on the edge of her bed as he watched the seaweed coming off, and smooth, perfectly tanned skin be revealed. The spa worker was concerned that Frank was there, but Micha brushed her off with a look so she continued to remove the wrap.

"I've been like this for an hour."

"Ok. And how long does that mud bath thing take?"

The worker removed the last of the wrap from Micha's chest and now started to work on her hips.

"Usually 20 to 30 minutes."

Frank struggled to keep his eyes on her face. It was damn hard, but then, so was he.

"And you have this every time you come here or do you have different treatments?"

The worker finished her hips and then began to wipe the mask off.

"Oh don't bother; I'm going right into the mud."

Micha stood up just covered in a wet green substance and reached for her robe.

"We can continue this conversation in the mud room if you like. I have a private room."

"Sounds like an excellent idea."

Frank smiled wide.

"Lead the way."

Micha handed him her robe and then walked ahead of Frank heading for her private suite. Frank followed, his eyes glued to her ass. Micha stopped at the door and opened it. She walked in and walked down the stairs into the mud. Frank took a breath, placed Micha's robe on a chair by the door, then removed his own robe and joined her in the mud.

"This feels so weird!"

He chuckled.

"I like getting dirty."

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"But this is something else."

Micha rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me regret asking you to join me Mr. Iero."

Micha moved to the wall and sat down on the hidden ledge. Frank found a spot opposite her and sat down.

"Oh come on."

He smirked.

"Most people would say that mud, by definition, is dirty."

"No Mr. Iero, 5-8 years olds would say that and 15-25 year olds would have cracked that lame joke."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"So you don't have a sense of humor. Guess I'll have to remember that."

"I have a sense of humor; it's just that you have to work harder to tickle my funny bone."

Micha lifted one of her long legs and pushed at Frank's chest with it.

"Shame I can't reach from here."

Frank smiled crookedly, then leaned his head back and relaxed.

"Well you are pretty short, let's be honest."

Frank laughed out loud.

"Yeah, but you know what they say about good things. They come in small packages."

He winked, a wide grin on his face.

"Well than..."

Micha rose from the mud and headed to the stairs. She walked to the small shower stall and began to wash the mud and seaweed mask off. When she finished she stepped out and picked up her robe.

"...perhaps one day you will be able to show me..."

She stood there for a moment longer and then slipped her robe on. She walked to the door.

"...how good you are."

And then she was gone.

Frank stared at the door for a moment, then slipped his hand beneath the mud, and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock.

"Christ! That girl's gonna be the death of me!"

He muttered as began to stroke himself quickly, the image of Micha, stood there naked, burned into his memory.

"Sir...can you uh...do that in the shower please."

The spa worker stood at the door blushing looking down.

Frank looked up at her. She was a petite girl with dark hair pulled back in a knot.

"I will if you'll join me."

He stood up, turning to face her completely, his hard on more than obvious.

"Or you could always help me."

He smirked, stepping out to stand in front of her.

"I..."

"You better take your uniform off first though, else you're gonna get it a bit muddy."

He stepped up so he was no more than an inch from her.

"Well? What're you waiting for sweetheart?"

She swallowed hard and then began to unbutton her shirt.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?

So, sun, sea and mud baths! Hope you had fun?

Til next time.. PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!<3