Emily's Dilemma (7 page)

Now he was ready for the next round. He was
glad he got to see his load of semen all over Emily. He was very
proud of his capacity, and often told girls about it, hoping they
would want to see it in person. Few but the sluttiest ever took him
up on it.

Emily was now clean and dry, and was
composed. She still wore the towel around her as she leaned against
the bar holding her glass of wine. Mitch tore off his towel to
reveal his growing member. In all the videos Laura showed Emily, no
man had ever had such a head on his penis as did Mitch. Freakishly
grotesque, thought Emily. Mitch's sudden nakedness announced that
it was time to do some more business. The look in his eye turned
aggressive, and that unnerved Emily. He tore Emily's towel off and
threw it behind him. He looked at her clean, youthful body, no
longer bearing his semen trails. He got immediately excited, and
blood filled the chambers in his penis. He firmly led her to the
teak dining table and pushed her over it. Her buttocks stuck out.
He took them in with his dark eyes. He brought his penis between
her legs. Emily, at this point, knew this was the moment of truth.
This would hurt. She reached down to help guide his penis into the
small opening. She was not wet at all. She quickly moistened her
fingers to try and lubricate the area. It helped, but more was
needed. Thinking fast, she turned around and asked Mitch if he had
any suntan oil around. He found some and gave it to her. She took
it, poured some on her hand, and took his massive mushroom-capped
penis and rubbed the oil all over it, to his delight. This was
going to save her some pain, she thought. So let it happen now.

She returned to her position over the dining
table, with her beautiful buttocks up in the air, and Mitch's
unique erection pointing at them. She rubbed the excess oil between
her legs, and guided Mitch in. He let out a gasp as the tip entered
her, but there was resistance. And the resistance felt good to
Mitch, as it promised a tight entry. Gradually, a little more of
his member entered and he could not believe how tight this Kimber
was. He gasped again as another inch of him found its way in. This
was unbelievable. Mitch was used to oft-used women, and hadn't had
the experience of such a fresh girl. He knew this was Emily's first
time. He couldn't believe his father bought him this gift. He found
his way in another inch. Another wave of tingling and sensation
came over him as he slowly came in and out. At this point, he was
gentle with his motion. This feeling was so good.

He could now feel her natural juices on his
member. They were there, just deep inside her. They mixed with the
oil to increase the lubrication. They felt incredible on his penis
as he found his way in another inch. He was almost all the way in
now. His motion grew in speed just a little. He felt the
lubrication do its work. He was almost all the way in. As soon as
he felt he was all the way in, he would let his natural instincts
take over. It took some time to enter this Kimber, he thought, but
she's the tightest he's ever had. She will be the best he's ever
had.

To Emily, it was painful, but not as bad as
she anticipated. She thought Mitch's giant penis head would not fit
in her, but it did to her amazement. She did not like the
sensation, but it was less uncomfortable than she thought. Her firm
buttocks bounced each time Mitch's member plunged into her. His
motion increased dramatically. The natural juices worked to
lubricate Emily, making it less painful. Her tightness drove Mitch
crazy. His panting grew into a groan, which grew into a long moan.
Mitch's penis began to harden like never before. The tightness in
the base of his penis signaled his release was imminent.

He plunged into her, releasing his incredible
load of semen, timing his pumps with each hip thrust. His face was
contorted and purple-red. He spit saliva every time he exhaled,
unaware of what he looked like. Emily was bent over on the wooden
table, her head resting on her arms, which softened the shock of
the blows she was receiving. Gradually, the pumping subsided, the
thrusts diminished, and the strange-looking penis inside her
softened, easing some of the pressure inside her. His animal grunts
became soft moans. His shaking hands grabbed her narrow hips for
support, so he wouldn't collapse. Nearly unconscious from the most
powerful orgasm of his life, Mitch Jr. fell back slightly before
catching himself, pulling his softening erection out from
Emily.

A milky-white torrent of thick cream followed
his penis out. The oversized mushroom cap of his penis with its
flared rim seemed specifically designed to remove all the semen he
had just delivered when he pulled out of her. Rivers of his semen
found their way down her legs and onto the stone tile flooring of
the pool house where they puddled around her feet.

She had made it. Her first time was over. She
survived.

The conference was going well, and the
pharmaceutical businesses that needed exposure for new products and
innovations got it. The booth displays were modern, arching designs
with video screens flashing product images and pictures of happy,
healthy patients. On the floor, sales reps dressed in dark suits
were animatedly making conversation with the professional
attendees. Robert cheerfully made his way around, introducing
himself to the professionals he didn't know, but usually having a
group of admirers around him.

His smartphone buzzed with an incoming call.
He didn't recognize the number. He answered, "Hello, this is
Robert."

"Hello, Robert. My name is Mitch Ashton, Sr.
You've met my son already. I understand he's already talked to you.
I want to reiterate our intent to buy X-3850. We are very excited
about it. But let me be blunt with you. I hope being honest and
upfront with you will be appreciated. Yes, we intend to buy your
drug. It fits our cardiac platform very nicely. We have the sales
force and distribution channels in place for it to take off.

"But there's a problem with it. No, it's not
that it's ineffective; apparently from your Phase 4 trials, it
looks like it's a winner. The problem that I have is that it hurts
our long-term bottom line. Our drug is a lifelong drug that
patients take. And pay for. Yours is a cure and is a one-time cost.
We can't have that. Our shareholders need that revenue. I intend to
buy your drug and put it to sleep as quietly as I can," Senior said
matter-of-factly. Robert thought Emily was right about what they
might do. Fool that I am, thought Robert to himself.

Mitch Ashton, Sr. continued, "Also, I intend
on buying it at a greatly reduced price. I have no intention of
paying what our other competitors would pay for it. And you will
accept my terms and the numbers that I offer you. I can do that
because I have leverage. I will email you something that will make
you cooperate in our purchase. Look, Robert, I'm a decent man. I
want everyone to be happy. But you know in this business, it takes
a competitive edge and the willingness to do the unexpected to gain
share and keep the stock price high. Meanwhile, enjoy the
conference. If I were you, I wouldn't be talking to any of my
competitors about selling your drug."

Senior hung up. Robert stood, stunned,
looking at his phone when a "ding" sound came up. He opened up the
new email. It was from Mitch, Sr. There was a video attached. He
opened it up to see what looked like a young, naked Emily
performing oral sex on a young, naked Mitch Ashton, Jr. in a pool
house. Robert needed to sit down, but he needed to get off the
floor of the conference. He needed to be alone. He raced to his
room and closed the door behind him. His brain could not take it
all in. Emily was having sex with Mitch from a video that obviously
was about fifteen years old. Okay, he thought, that happens. I
didn't know Emily back then. But I also didn't know that Emily knew
Mitch back then. Does that have anything to do with today? Why
would Senior feel he had enough to blackmail me into surrendering
X-3850 at a low price? I'm falling in love with Emily, he thought,
but
they
don't know that. He
thought little of this blackmail attempt. Pretty weak, he thought.
But why wouldn't Emily tell me about a previous relationship she
had with Mitch, Jr.? That doesn't look right in the context of
another company buying our drug. She should have disclosed that.
Any relevant information needs to be out in the open.

Robert went out of his room and over to her
door. He knocked. He knocked again. Quietly, the door opened and
without a word, Emily let Robert in. Emily had an ashen look to her
face, and showed no emotion. They sat down and Robert told her
about the phone call from Mitch, Sr. He held up his phone to tell
her he got an old sex video featuring Emily and what looks like
Mitch, Jr.

"Nice video, Emily. I didn't know you weren't
into taping yourself," he said sarcastically. "Of course, it's none
of my business what you did years ago. But now is a different
matter. They're blackmailing us because of a video of you and that
weasel. I don't get it. Why are they using this now?"

"Robert, I have something to tell you about
my past," Emily said.

****

Two hours later, Robert recovered his
bearings enough to think clearly about a plan of action. "I'm not
used to playing victim and I'm not about to now," he declared.

"Robert, I am the one they're using against
you. I could do a number of things: immediately resign from our
company. That limits the damage and softens your embarrassment,"
Emily said, "Although so much damage is already done."

"But you would never have a career again. You
would never work again in this field. Nobody would hire you," he
responded.

Emily looked up at Robert with steel in her
eyes. "Or, we can fight fire with fire. The big boys want to play
their games. I can play that game too," she said as she picked up
her phone and dialed.

****

Laura was furious. Her 60 year-old face
flushed with anger. Picking up the phone again, she immediately
made a call to Mitch, Sr.

"Senior, I told you I would make holy hell
for you if you or your son ever caused trouble. I remember saying
that to you. You men not only can't keep your pants on, you can't
keep your mouths shut. You've got to use your secret videos against
someone who had to help her sick mom and to put herself through an
expensive school. She finally made something of herself and wanted
her past to go away. But you thought 'this is just too convenient'
and had to blackmail her to get your way. I don't know who's more
disgusting, you or that son of yours. No wonder you have the same
name, you're two peas in a pod. Well, you must have forgotten me
since you moved to that fancy big company. What goes around, comes
around, Senior. You fucked with the wrong woman. And you fucked
with an innocent girl. That just pisses me right off.

"So, you're probably wondering what I'm going
to do, right, Senior? In my right hand here is a ledger book with
your name in it. Dates, times, the girls' nicknames, your clients,
how much they spent, what were they known for, etc. It's all here.
Copious notes, Senior. And you're also featured in so many of these
entries. So you had some video cameras in your pool house back
then? That makes two of us, Senior. I had cameras in my bedroom
back then too, and I still have the tapes from when you visited me.
Oh, yes, Senior, two can play this game. Consider your scheme limp
and flaccid, like that little dick of yours.

"Here's what you're going to do, Senior.
You're going to say yes to anything Emily wants. Your son already
signed an agreement on behalf of your company, and I bet you don't
even know about that. His little weiner was doing most of the
thinking when he signed that, a typical Ashton male. But I expect
you to hold to that agreement.

"I'll be watching closely, Senior. If I see
Emily not getting what she wants, or you making trouble for her,
I'll invite the press into my living room and show them some
interesting stuff. You'll be out of that job in a heartbeat, and so
will that clone son of yours," Laura said, her face returning to
its normal color.

Mitch Ashton, Sr. slumped back into his
leather chair. Okay, he thought to himself, we will have to pay
good money for X-3850 and market it. There would be benefits to
this, he thought, like being seen as a caring, decent company with
heart. But he wondered what that document was that Junior signed.
At that very moment, an email came through his laptop on his desk.
It had an attachment. It read:

10/15/2013

Preliminary Legal Agreement for Purchase of
NobleCor product X-3850

I, Mitch Ashton, Jr., being an officer of
Millennium Pharma agree that Millennium Pharma will purchase
NobleCor product X-3850 at a fair market price determined by the
leading legal and consulting firm of NobleCor's choice.

I also agree that Millennium Pharma will
invite Emily Chastain and Robert Noble of NobleCor to sit on the
Board of Directors for Millennium Pharma beginning at the moment of
final legal purchase.

I also agree on behalf of Millennium Pharma
to make X-3850 viable commercially and available to the public at a
reasonable cost, monitored by the legal and consulting firm of
NobleCor's choice.

I also agree to personally deliver a sample
to the physician of Roseanne Chastain, mother of Emily Chastain, to
personally observe the cure for her cardiac condition.