Embargo (Hot Off The Press) Book 2 (6 page)

Within seconds, my boss has pushed legs pinned my ears. He begins to lick my pussy so well that I cry like a virgin. This man’s tongue is sure working overtime.

I lie back on the couch and enjoy my boss’s incredible oral techniques. He knows just when to speed up and when to slow down. The best of all, he doesn’t keep the rest of my body lonely. Those strong hands and playful fingers explore my breasts and my sides with equal enthusiasm. When my boss is done pleasuring me, I return the favor and place my lover on his back. I grab his huge cock and lovingly stroke it. Mr. Rex looks at me with anticipation. I tease him a little bit by kissing the shaft of his cock. He seems to be enjoying that. I open my mouth and go down on that big stud. His moans are music to my ears. The more noise the better.

Mr. Rex pushes my head all the way down on his dick. I don’t gag as much as I did before. In fact, I am becoming a sort of an expert at deep-throating a cock this size. “Oh my God. Your fucking mouth feels so good,” my boss growls as he forces me to take as much of his dick as I can handle. After a full minute, Mr. Rex pulls me off of his cock. I happily climb on top of that throbbing dick and begin to ride it. I look down at my boss. I run my finger across his massive chest. He plays with my nipples. I bounce and grind. Then we start to build an intense little rhythm. Sweat begins to drip from my forehead. Mr. Rex pulls me close to him. We embrace and kiss as our sweet lovemaking turns to hard fucking.

We fuck on the sofa. We fuck on the floor. Before I know it, I am being bent over a table with my hands tied behind my back. The table shakes as Mr. Rex drills me at full speed. I feel my hair get pulled. My boss spanks my ass and chokes me. I cry and scream. I cum. My boss forces me on my knees and makes me suck off his cock. Dammit, what a night.

After we finish in the library, we make our way to Mr. Rex’s private bedroom. I walk out onto the balcony and hear what sounds like screaming. “Mr. Rex. I think I hear something outside,” I call out. My boss walks out there and looks towards the bungalow across the back lawn of his sprawling estate. After a few seconds of confusion, it dawns on me that those screams are coming from Harold’s mouth.

Mr. Rex and I put our arms around each other as we listen to the lucky editor have his way with the four Asian escorts.

“I’m guessing right now he’s glad he didn’t run to Mexico,” I tell my boss.

“Harold was really going to leave the country?” my boss asks me.

“He was already in Austin.”

“I think that guy is just uptight,” Mr. Rex declares as we walk to bed.

We lie down and just hold each other. It’s a good feeling that my boss and I can fuck and simply enjoy each other’s company. The more I know Mr. Rex, the less I see the myth and the more I see the man. He is a passionate and sometimes stubborn businessman who won’t allow anyone to have the upper hand on him. But he is also an understanding person who has a sense of justice and fairness.

“You are probably giving Harold the best night of his life,” I tell my boss as I rest on his strong stomach.

“And it came cheap. I was ready to offer your editor several million dollars to kill the story. This escort only cost me five grand a piece. And the cigars maybe another grand. It’s always good to watch the bottom line.”

Mr. Rex is a smart businessman indeed.

***

Mr. Rex and I wake up at 8:00 a.m. I am a little tired from the late night fuck. My boss is completely unaffected. In fact, as I am getting into the shower, I find Mr. Rex returning back from his early morning workout.

“How much sleep did you get, Mr. Rex?”

“Four hours,” my boss replies as he steps into the shower with me.

“I wish I could be as invigorated after such little sleep.”

“You get used to it. Sixty minutes of weight training and cardio also helps,” my boss explains as I soap up his pumped up body.

“I’m sure Harold is having a great sleep right now,” I mention.

“I don’t think he went to sleep last night.”

“Really.”

“Yes, this morning I got up at 6:30 to go for a little run around my estate. I still heard some moans and screams coming from the bungalow. I don’t know what was going on but it sounded like Harold was having every last sexual fantasy fulfilled.”

We laugh at the notion of Harold’s hedonistic evening. And if that is enough to make Mr. Rex happy, then I’m happy.

We exit the shower and get dressed. As I step out on the balcony to brush my hair, I see Harold walking across the lawn, in a robe, with one of the petite Asian girls around his arm. The satisfied smile on that man’s face is priceless.

“I think Harold is coming by to thank you,” I say.

“Oh, I suppose I should see him before we head back to the office,” Mr. Rex declares as he puts on his necktie.

We finish getting dressed and head down to the first level living room area. We see Harold walking in through the French doors with his petite Asian escort.

“I trust you had a good evening,” Mr. Rex says to the editor.

“I have not slept,” Harold answers simply.

“Well, it appears you have a strong, healthy heart,” Mr. Rex jokes.


“Mr. Rex, how could I ever thank you?”

“Just make sure my name is never mentioned in your fine publication.”

“I really wish I could somehow herald you as the greatest thinking mind in the history of business,” Harold declares as the little Asian escort runs her hands into the editor’s robe.

“Thanks alright,” Mr. Rex answers.

“Mr. Rex. I know you don’t want your name in the papers. However, Harold will be more than happy to shape the story however you wish,” I offer.

Mr. Rex thinks about this for a moment. The wealthiest and most powerful man in Texas may certainly value his privacy. However, he is not one to let a prime opportunity slip through his fingers.

“What did you have in mind, Julie?” Mr. Rex asks me.

“I recall you talking about your problems in Veracruz,” I answer. Then I look over at Harold and in particular, Harold’s escort.

Mr. Rex smiles as he looks over at Harold and his girl. “Perhaps your friend there would like to take a little break,” my boss tells the editor.

Harold nods and whispers something to his escort. The petite escort kisses the editor on the cheek and leaves the room. After we are all sure that the escort is gone, we continue our conversation about Mr. Rex’s Veracruz situation.

“Mr. Rex has an extensive oil production operation in Veracruz. And as you probably know, that area is rife with trouble from Los Zetas,” I explain. Harold nods. As a seasoned journalist - who has worked his entire life in Texas - he is more than familiar with the brutal drug cartel. “Every company in the region pays extortion money to operate in Veracruz. That is, everyone except for Mr. Rex. Instead, he funds the local law enforcement agencies. While this has caused Los Zetas to back off from Mr. Rex’s operation, it does make for an interesting struggle.”

“How long have you been dealing with the situation in Veracruz?” Harold asks Mr. Rex.

“Five years,” my boss answers.

“Have any of your employees been kidnapped?”



“Twice.”

“What happened?

“We got them both back unharmed.”



“Did you pay Los Zetas?”

“No.”

“How did you get them back?” Harold asks.

“Let’s just say we got them back and Los Zetas has not kidnapped anymore of my people since.”

Harold is sitting at the edge of his seat. I can tell from the look of his eyes that he has a story that could be far more interesting that just an expose on a reclusive billionaire. He has the story of a Texas mogul who is, single-handedly, taking on one of the world’s most dangerous criminal organizations.

“The thing that infuriates me is that I have to take it upon myself to deal with these criminals. Mexico and the United States have been incompetent when it comes to dealing with these drug gangs. And if you look at the statistics, Los Zetas is a far bigger threat to America than Al Qaeda. They ship thousands of tons of drugs into the U.S. per year. Their activities directly affect gang activity that kills more Americans than any Islamic terror group. Where is the outrage?” Mr. Rex explains in a simple yet piercing manner.

“Mr. Rex, I can craft a story that can make waves. Even though we are a regional magazine, I believe this story can definitely capture the attention of the Texas lawmakers in Washington,” Harold explains.

“If you could make that happen, it could make it easier for me to operate in Veracruz and expand into other territories.”

My boss and Harold continue to talk. The editor agrees to get started on researching Mr. Rex’s Mexico operation as well as Los Zetas’ activities in Veracruz. The editor thanks my boss again for the “unforgettable” evening. Between the Asian escorts and Mr. Rex’s Veracruz story, Harold looks more invigorated than ever. He is a man truly reborn.

***

Mr. Rex and I get to the office at a little after 9:00 a.m. The usual activity of status meetings comes and go. When the evening comes, Mr. Rex’s office gets a call from Harold. The editor has been working feverishly on the Veracruz story. At the end of the call, Mr. Rex tells me that Harold is coming over.

“It looks like Harold is on top of this story,” Mr. Rex comments.

“What are his next steps?” I ask.

“He wants to go down to Veracruz.”

“Excellent,” I respond. Then I look at my boss and get an idea. “Can I go, too?”


“It’s dangerous down there, Julie.”



“I have a background as a journalist. I know how to conduct an interview.”

Mr. Rex thinks about it. Then he gets on his phone and asks for his head of security. “Fine. You can take one of our Gulfstreams. But I want Mr. Skoca to personally head your security detail.”

Less than a minute later, the silver fox himself - Mr. Skoca - enters the office. Mr. Rex gives him the lowdown on our Veracruz project. The head of security starts working right away on assembling a security team in Veracruz to handle our arrival.

At 8:00 p.m., Harold walks into Mr. Rex’s office with his eyes open really wide. “So this is the inner sanctum of Rex Industries,” the editor comments with a sense of awe. I have always looked upon the top of this building and wondered what it looks like from the inside.”

“The view is not bad at all,” Mr. Rex remarks. Harold looks out of the window. He takes in a moment or two to soak up the “top of the world” perspective of Mr. Rex’s office. Pretty soon, however, the editor of
Texas Monthly
gets down to business.

Harold begins his formal interview with the most powerful man in Texas. I watch more as a young journalist than anything else. I am immediately impressed by Harold’s interviewing skills. Even though he is an editor, I know that Harold had spent about twenty years as a reporter for the
Star-Telegram
. Mr. Rex explains his interest in the oil fields of Veracruz. “If the oil supply is cut off from the Middle East, Mexico will be the single most important oil importer to the United States. That is why it is paramount that both the United States and Mexico should work hard to keep Veracruz safe. It is more than just about my company’s security. It’s a national security issue for both countries.”

The interview continues for a couple of more hours. While I listen, Mr. Skoca comes into the office with a schedule for our Veracruz trip. “You will depart by helicopter from the Rex Building at noon and land at Love Field at 12:15. We’ll depart for Veracruz at 12:45.” As Harold and Mr. Rex wind down the interview, I begin to get butterflies in my stomach. I am actually going to be covering this huge story that will help Mr. Rex immensely. This is important to my boss and it will be the biggest journalistic moment in my young career.