I give up! I was awakened this morning by a sweet female voice, the smell of fresh coffee blue wig, and mismatched flip-flops. It was bad enough that my bladder was smacking my shoulder blades, this vision did not help. I got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
After I had made peace with my body, I opened the bathroom door and sighed. Pam was standing there holding our coffee with a puzzled expression.
“Wath it thomething I thaid?” came the squeaky high-pitched voice. I lost it all over again.
I settled down, and got into bed, Pam handed the coffee to me and then sat next to me. I handed her a cup, and she smiled. I waited. I acted like I was going to take a sip of coffee, then it happened.
“Shanks,” she said. I knew it! I started to chuckle again.
I settled down enough to take my first sip of the hot liquid happiness and inhaled the wonderous antioxidant vapors. I inhaled and exhaled with a sigh.
“Good morning, Baby. How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Very good, and you?” I asked.
“My man held me most of the night. I slept very well.” She smiled and sipped her coffee.
“You feel good in my arms.” I leaned over and kissed her.
“Baby, I know you are going to call in this morning. And I know you’ll ask about Jack. But Saturday we are invited to Allison’s around five. They start the party a bit early for the Moms in the group. Is it still okay to go?” Pam sounded anxious.
“Sure, I’m looking forward to going. Are you?” I know Pam is a little worried because of our situation.
“Yes, but I am a bit nervous. I hope you understand.” She took another sip of coffee.
“So am I, Honey, but everything should go well. I’m sure of it." I touched her face with my hand.
Pam gave me her cup to hold and went to get the laptop. She brought it to bed and set it on my lap. I returned Pam’s cup, then I signed in and waited. Welcome to P&D splashed across the screen.
I said my usual good morning to Mrs. Worth, then asked if I could talk with Platt this morning. It would only take ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I finished my coffee, Pam took my cup and went to refill it. While she was gone, Mrs. Worth answered me. She said I should call Platt now, he is free.
Pam brought my coffee and phone, I dialed Platt’s number. His baritone voice was even more imposing on the phone. I told him tha a friend would like for me to survey a property for this company and asked if there would be a problem.
“Mark, what is your friend's name and who does he work for?” Platt asked.
I told him about Jack and his employer. Platt was quiet for a minute.
“Mark, did he tell you why he wanted you to do the surveying?” Platt was asking more than I thought he would. I was getting worried, and by Pam’s expression, so was she.
“No, sir, and I didn’t think to ask him,” I admitted.
“Jack Mercer is a friend of yours. What is his position?” Platt asked.
“Yes, we’ve known each other for almost twenty years. He is a civil engineer." I gave up no more information.
“Mark, tell no one, I mean no one. Jennings and Lupton are downsizing. They had some deals go south on them. I’ve heard they may lay off several employees, but that’s not for publication, even to your friend. Understood?” Platt meant it.
Pam and I looked at each other in shock.
“Yes, sir,” I said no more.
“Mark, I have no problem with you doing side work, especially for Lupton. He’s a gruff old fart, but a damn good man, and so is Jennings. As for your part, I have no objection to a man who is loyal to his employer but has the ambition to make a little extra money on the side.
Tell Mr. Mercer you will do the survey for him. And Mark, if he is of a mind, give him my number. Lupton only hires damn good people. I have a survey coming up next Thursday for you.
Tell your assistant that she has done an excellent job uploading your information. We’ll talk soon,” Platt ended the call.
Pam and I just started at each other.
“Baby, do you want a Scotch, beer, or more coffee before you call Jack?” Pam wasn’t kidding.
“Coffee – please,” I whispered.
When Pam returned with the coffee, I asked her if Cynthia seemed worried or upset when they talked at the grocery store. She said no; she seemed to be the same happy Cynthia she always was. To me that said Jack hasn’t said anything to her. I didn’t tell Pam what I was thinking.
“Mark, what are you thinking about? You have that worried look on your face. Mark?” Pam sounded worried.
“Let me call Jack. Maybe he will open up a little,” I hoped.
“Hey, Jack, happy coffee time. What’s for lunch?” I hoped I sounded happy.
“The Brat Bar on Main Street? Sounds good. What time? Eleven-thirty? Done. Yes, please bring as much info as you can. I’ll do the survey tomorrow, and Pam will upload it for you tomorrow evening. See ya!” We ended the call.
“Well?” Pam asked.
“He sounds like good old Jack. Eleven-thirty will tell the tale,” We finished our coffee.
I got dressed to go to work, Pam made sausages and eggs. Yummy. I didn’t have a big day ahead, so we could have a leisurely breakfast together. In the back of my mind, I wondered what type of personality I would be coming home to tonight.
I stopped by the office. Mrs. Worth told me about the upcoming survey. What Platt didn’t tell me is I may be gone overnight. Shit. I don’t want to leave Pam alone overnight, I would miss her a lot. But what scares me is the blue hair. She did that even with shopping. I have no idea what she could or would do with a day and a half.
I checked out the upcoming survey. It looks like a walk in the park, but you don’t know until Pam does her magic. She could find a missing mouse hole on the internet. But now it was time to meet Jack. I asked Mrs. Worth for a couple of the boss’ business cards. She gave me a knowing look. I smiled and thanked her.
“Jack, how are ya?” We shook hands and sat down. “How’s tricks?” I teased him.
The server took our drink order and left the menus. I told him the lunch was on me, but Jack wouldn’t have it.
“You’re working for me, so I pay the bill.” He looked as though he said something he shouldn’t have.
“Jack. Talk to me. We’re friends. I’m not dancing unless you’re my partner. What’s up?” I was in my relentless mood.
“Okay, cards face up. My company has made some bad decisions. I’m hoping to get this job, but the surveyor quit. His paycheck bounced twice. It set his bills back and he’s screaming.
As for your next question, no. I have not said anything to Cynthia. You know what she’ll do. She’ll be cleaning someone’s house the day after tomorrow,” he took a long pull from his beer.
I looked across the table at my friend and thought about the time I was in his position. I had left Richardson and was in Credence. They closed the plant I was working in, I damn near lost my apartment in January, my fridge was starving to death and so was I. Time to take over.
“Okay, Jack. Here’s the deal. I will buy lunch, and do the survey for gratis. You make a phone call. Those are my terms.” I put P&D’s card on the table, sat back in my chair, and waited.
“You have a deal, Mark. This is between us?” His expression was hopeful.
“It never leaves this table,” was my response.
Jack and I finished our lunch. He left with a lighter heart. I’m sure Platt will hire him. I hope. For now, back to the office.
I walked in, Mrs. Worth was watching me. I walked up to her desk, and she spoke first.
“Mr. Platt is busy right now, Mark. He’s on a phone call with Mr. Mercer. I don’t think you would want to disturb them,” her kind smile put me at ease.
“Would you tell Mr.” Mrs. Worth stopped me.
“I will, but I’m very sure he knows,” I left work encouraged. But what will be awaiting me at home?
I pulled into the garage and sat in the car while the door closed. There was a sheepish tap at the window. Pam was holding a beer. I chuckled and opened the door.
“Are you okay?” her voice soft and loving.
“Yes, I am. And I think Jack is okay. I feel a different type of tired, and YOU are just what I need,” Pam all but crawled onto my lap to hug me. She kissed me gently on my cheek.
“You’re a good man, Mark Compton. I’m a lucky woman,” she kissed me again.
“Come in the house. I have your shower and shave ready for you. I thought the puppy dog tee shirt and bare feet would be enough for tonight,” she grinned.
“Undies?” I asked.
“Um, no,” she blushed.
Pam took my hand and led me into the house. She led me to the bedroom and removed my shirt and shoes. Then she removed my slacks and briefs. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and remove my socks. I was sitting there naked, Pam stood between my legs and hugged me.
After a moment, she led me to the shower and handed me a beer from out of nowhere. She was closing the door, “Honey, take your time. Dinner and I will be waiting for you. I love you,” then she closed the door.
The shower felt better than any other including the shave. I signed and took a long pull from my beer. I left the fog behind and sat on the edge of the bed next to my attire for the evening. A pair of boxers with MINE embossed on the fly.
I walked into the kitchen, Pam was putting the fish sticks and French fries on our plates. She stopped, looked at me, nodding her head and licking her lips. What I didn’t notice was across the back was marked ‘PAM’S’.
“Yep, dat’s mine – ALL mine, ALL night long,” she came over and kissed my cock. Imagine her on her own for a day and a half. Oh, Lord.
Pam had put another gastronomical delight on the table. We considered the possibilities between Jack and P&D. I thought Platt may offer Jack a position, but I couldn’t see Platt “steal” Jack from Lupton, two guys he spoke highly of. Then Pam came up with a left-field idea; would Platt buy Lupton out, or maybe a merger? Not out of the realm of possibilities.
“Mark, I think Cynthia said something about Andrew. I’m not sure I got the impression his job was in jeopardy. But she didn’t say who he worked for. Wouldn’t it be weird if they both wound up with your company?” Pam’s voice was serious.
Pam went to refresh our drinks, I sat on the couch thinking. I was getting nervous, but didn’t know why. When she came back, she picked up on it right away.
“A penny for your thoughts?” She asked me softly.
“You would be overpaying me. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I’d hate to see Jennings lose the business, but you have to do whatever to survive. Platt is no fool, but neither is Jennings. I guess we will see how it plays out.” That was my best answer.
Pam snuggled next to me, rubbing her body against me. She kissed my cheek and put her arm across my chest. She squeezed me and kissed my chest. Then she tugged on my ear lobe.
I reached over Pam’s body and pulled her on top of me. She pulled up her tee shirt for comfort. I looked into her soft eyes and softly kissed her lips. Her eyes searched mine, she sighed softly and removed her tee shirt.
“You seduce me without a word. Your eyes, your strength, your masculinity. You hold me and I feel as though your hands are caressing every part of my body. You make me so wet, that my nipples get hard, and my heartbeat goes crazy. I can feel your hard cock trying to get into me,” Pam was panting.
I pushed myself up enough to slide my boxers down to my knees, Pam pushed them down to my feet. I put my hands under her soft butt cheeks and lifted her so she could slide my cock into her pussy.
“Oh God, that feels so good. I love your cock, Baby,” Pam whispered.
Pam “hid” her face in my neck. She moved her hips back and forth rubbing her clit against me. My cock was sliding around in her pussy, her pussy muscles wrapped around it. It felt like her pussy was stroking my cock.
“Baby, I want you. I want to feel all of you, cum in me,” Pam panted softly.
“I’m cumming now, I want you to cum with me. Mmmm, oh now,” Pam begged.
As if on command, my cock began to empty the contents of my balls deep into Pam’s demanding pussy. Her cum squirted our bodies and flowed around my cock. It felt as though every time she moved, my cock shot another load of cum into her.
“Ah – ah- ah – ah, can’t no more, ummmm, oh Mark,” her orgasm was slowly ending. Pam’s pussy held onto me as long as she could.
Pam let her body rest on my chest. Her breathing was still a little rapid, I could feel her heartbeat trying to slow, as her warm breath flowed around my neck. Pam slowly slid from my lap onto the couch. She curled into a fetal position and cuddled as close as she could to me.
Pam looked up at me. Her face, still flushed and beaded with sweat. She was still breathing a little heavily, she licked her sweet lips, “I love you so much.”
Departed Soul
