cockblock.
At first she didn’t notice me and seemed like she was just walking down the hall going wherever she was headed for the day, but then she turned her head in my direction and her walking slowed, her eyes narrowed, and she slowly approached the conference room door.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked when she stepped through the door.
“Angel, you remember Enigma, don’t you?” Pixie said.
Angel crossed her arms loosely and looked at me with a twisted, confused face. “Yeah, I remember.”
“Turns out he is the magician of the magic show we’re promoting.”
Lee smiled. “All the papers are signed. We can get the team started on it right now.”
My head was spinning, and I could feel the blood pumping up through my neck and into my brain. I thought I was going to explode. I never thought I’d see the bitch again, but there she was, standing in front of me, giving me the stink eye, dressed in some tight-fitting, gray skirt suit cut off at the knee and hugging her curves so tightly that I could see the outline of her bra and panties.
Usually, I found professional attire the opposite of sexy, but something about the way she wore it made my cock stiffen a little. Or maybe it was my rapidly rising blood pressure that made me want to bend her over the conference room table and show the snobby bitch what she was missing the other night when she blew me off—show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and knock some of the cobwebs out of her stiff ass.
“Mr. Campbell?” Lee said, snapping me out of my trance. I’m not sure how long I had been burning a hole into the cockblock. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… Everything is alright.”
“Lee, Kim, can you give Enig… Mr. Campbell and I a few moments to discuss some things?”
“Sure,” Lee said as he stood up and shook my hand. I saw Kim swallow as she glanced at her friend, but then the two quietly slinked out and closed the door.
“Listen, I don’t want—“
“I’m sure you don’t want a lot of things,” I interrupted.
“Relax,” Angel said. “This is a bizarre coincidence. It never crossed my mind that you were the magician who inquired about our services. Had I known—“
“Had you known, you would have done what? Been a little nicer? Not had told me to fuck off in so many words?” I stood from my chair and rested my palm on the conference table. “Actually, you know what?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry… That wasn’t what I meant to say. This is business. That night at the club was—“
“No, you’re right,” she replied. “I was rude. I shouldn’t have been so brash. And if you want, we can tear up the contract and you won’t have to work with Flutterfly.”
I took a deep breath and placed my other palm on the table, then leaned all my weight over. I needed the promotion badly. It would be a while before the pickup community forgot the night at McMillan and the video that was posted online. If I didn’t make the magic thing work, I was left with nothing.
“So you’re really from Orange County?” I asked.
Angel shook her head. “No, I live here in Santa Monica.”
“Figures.” I gritted my teeth together and tried my best to swallow my pride. “I need this magic show to happen, and beside I’ve already spent all day going over the logistics with Lee and signing papers. It’s just business.”
“Okay, and I’ll do the best I can to make your show a success. We’ll be there with you every step of the way.”
“And look. I don’t want you to think I’m butthurt or something.” I waved a dismissive hand. “Just the other night when you blew me off, it caused some serious issues in other parts of my life.”
“Other ladies?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, it’s complicated.” I stood up straight and waved my hand again, hoping to end the conversation right there. “Is there anything else you guys need from me right now?
“Lee said you were good to go.”
“Alright,
At first she didn’t notice me and seemed like she was just walking down the hall going wherever she was headed for the day, but then she turned her head in my direction and her walking slowed, her eyes narrowed, and she slowly approached the conference room door.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked when she stepped through the door.
“Angel, you remember Enigma, don’t you?” Pixie said.
Angel crossed her arms loosely and looked at me with a twisted, confused face. “Yeah, I remember.”
“Turns out he is the magician of the magic show we’re promoting.”
Lee smiled. “All the papers are signed. We can get the team started on it right now.”
My head was spinning, and I could feel the blood pumping up through my neck and into my brain. I thought I was going to explode. I never thought I’d see the bitch again, but there she was, standing in front of me, giving me the stink eye, dressed in some tight-fitting, gray skirt suit cut off at the knee and hugging her curves so tightly that I could see the outline of her bra and panties.
Usually, I found professional attire the opposite of sexy, but something about the way she wore it made my cock stiffen a little. Or maybe it was my rapidly rising blood pressure that made me want to bend her over the conference room table and show the snobby bitch what she was missing the other night when she blew me off—show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and knock some of the cobwebs out of her stiff ass.
“Mr. Campbell?” Lee said, snapping me out of my trance. I’m not sure how long I had been burning a hole into the cockblock. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… Everything is alright.”
“Lee, Kim, can you give Enig… Mr. Campbell and I a few moments to discuss some things?”
“Sure,” Lee said as he stood up and shook my hand. I saw Kim swallow as she glanced at her friend, but then the two quietly slinked out and closed the door.
“Listen, I don’t want—“
“I’m sure you don’t want a lot of things,” I interrupted.
“Relax,” Angel said. “This is a bizarre coincidence. It never crossed my mind that you were the magician who inquired about our services. Had I known—“
“Had you known, you would have done what? Been a little nicer? Not had told me to fuck off in so many words?” I stood from my chair and rested my palm on the conference table. “Actually, you know what?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry… That wasn’t what I meant to say. This is business. That night at the club was—“
“No, you’re right,” she replied. “I was rude. I shouldn’t have been so brash. And if you want, we can tear up the contract and you won’t have to work with Flutterfly.”
I took a deep breath and placed my other palm on the table, then leaned all my weight over. I needed the promotion badly. It would be a while before the pickup community forgot the night at McMillan and the video that was posted online. If I didn’t make the magic thing work, I was left with nothing.
“So you’re really from Orange County?” I asked.
Angel shook her head. “No, I live here in Santa Monica.”
“Figures.” I gritted my teeth together and tried my best to swallow my pride. “I need this magic show to happen, and beside I’ve already spent all day going over the logistics with Lee and signing papers. It’s just business.”
“Okay, and I’ll do the best I can to make your show a success. We’ll be there with you every step of the way.”
“And look. I don’t want you to think I’m butthurt or something.” I waved a dismissive hand. “Just the other night when you blew me off, it caused some serious issues in other parts of my life.”
“Other ladies?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, it’s complicated.” I stood up straight and waved my hand again, hoping to end the conversation right there. “Is there anything else you guys need from me right now?
“Lee said you were good to go.”
“Alright,
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