The mountain peaks offer a surprising backdrop against the immense turquoise sea. It is breathtaking. Victoria was right, this is exactly what we need. This morning, the water was clearer than I’d ever seen. We saw a massive bull shark while snorkeling. It scared the shit out of me, but Vickie didn’t flinch. Instead, she freaking followed it! She is fearless. But sometimes, she shouldn’t be. We’ve got plenty to be scared of. If Dennis finds out about us, we’re both fucked. I will lose more than just my job; we both could lose, quite literally, everything.
***
I’m Bubba Wallace in the Cup Series coming in on my final lap. The screeching sound of tires echoes throughout the garage as I hit the gas in my Supra around the turn. The smell of burnt rubber announces my arrival. I piss everyone in the office off when I drive like this, but today I don’t care, I’m just having fun.
“Speedy Gonzales, you’re going to kill someone driving crazy like that!” Sandra, my coworker, says while we wait for the elevator.
“I’m always careful. But, just in case, is there anyone you’d like me to ‘take out?’” I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Oh hush, Kyle! You're always starting shit.”
“Who, me? Never!”
“Yeah right, you know the reputation you have. How many girls have quit this place because you can’t keep it in your pants?” she says, teasing me.
“Hey! Not my fault they all fall in love and can't control themselves.” I shrug.
“Do they fall in love with you, or that giant thing in your pants?” She motions toward my groin. “Do you have to wear them so tight?”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Sandra? It’s ok, you can tell me.”
“No, dumbass.” She scoffs. “I won’t lie though; it is a little distracting.”
We reach the eighth floor and part ways. I head to the kitchen for some coffee. I have a busy morning ahead. A meeting with Dennis and the VPs today to propose my new pet project. I’ve been working on it all year. After that, lunch with Cindy. And if all goes well, I might leave early today to celebrate.
***
I meet Cindy for “lunch.” We stagger the times we leave our desks. I go at 12:50, take the stairs to the top of the stairwell, and wait for her there. She takes the elevator and meets me on the landing. I guess someone spilled the beans because now every slut in the office wants a piece. “Cocky Kyle,” the lovely ladies have dubbed me. I’m not sure if it's a reference to my penis, attitude, or most likely both, but I love it! They get me.
“New color?” I ask, noticing her lipstick.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s nice.” I don’t want to hurt her feelings.
“How’d your meeting go?”
“Let’s not talk about that,” I say, unbuttoning her shirt. When I get to the top button, I brush my hands against her shoulders pushing off her shirt so it falls off. Massive lumps suspended in an industrial-like bra appear. I reach behind to unhook it.
“Here, let me help you,” she says, removing her bra and allowing her flabby tits to rest against her belly. Her giant areolas point straight down, aiming for the ground.
“Look at these things! Amazing!” I am cupping each of them. Then pinch her nipples, getting them hard. Jiggling her breasts, we watch as waves of flesh respond in succinct motion, crashing at her chest. I lift one of them to my mouth, lightly scraping her nipple with my teeth. I’ve never seen nipples as big as Cindy’s before. It’s like I’m sucking a cow udder.