Plunge

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next day I showed up at work and I saw this other side of my father. He expected me to be… him . What he wanted me to work on didn’t interest me. I wanted to be part of creating the campaigns, not in management. When he wouldn’t listen, I walked out. Later that night, he showed up at my place and we got into it. He said I couldn’t afford my lifestyle on a starting salary in advertising. That if I wanted to live the life I was accustomed to, I would have to work in management. I was livid. I didn’t want to live the life he wanted. I didn’t want to be my dad. So I quit and told him I would send him the money to buy the apartment from him. He said I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”
    “Wow. I never knew. I can’t imagine you ever being your father. I don’t think you would ever be happy doing that, Adam. Just from the short time I have known you, I can tell that isn’t you. So how did you end up at Plunge?” I smile at her assessment.
    “I was out getting drunk with a buddy and I was bitching about having to make big money quick. He joked about Plunge and how the money was sick. When I got home, drunk and wasted, I signed up for an account. I figured I’d shoot one video, no face. I whacked off on camera, posted half the video with a link to pay to see the rest, and then crawled into my bed and passed the fuck out. The next morning, my computer screen was open and when I clicked on the payment page, my mouth dropped open. It really was sick how much money I’d made. So that’s how my small secret business was born. I teamed up with Carly and then the money really started to roll in.”
    My face pales at the mention of her name and his face softens. “But that’s all over now. No more Carly, I promise.”
    I eye him with hesitation. He pats his lap and motions me over. Slowly I move and sit on his lap. He strokes my hair causing chills to run down my entire body. “I promise it’s over,” he whispers against the skin on my neck as he kisses a path up my jaw until he captures my mouth, devouring me.
    The next thing I know, I’m sinking down onto his length. I hold his shoulders and bob up and down slowly on his impressive cock. We take it nice and slow this time.
    “Fuck, Sam. You feel so good… Don’t stop, I’m going to come,” he says into my mouth and with one more pump I go over the edge. He quickly joins me and we both fall to the bed and quickly fall asleep.
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    T he next morning , I float out of Adam’s apartment like I’m still living in a dream. No way this is real life. There is no way I am lucky enough to have met my soul mate. I reach my hand out and pinch my other arm. Ouch. No, this is real. Everything that happened last night is real. Adam told me he loves me and I admitted the same. We then made love all through the night and into the early morning.
    Reaching up, I rub the sleep from my eyes as I enter work. I’m running super late this morning and I hope Mr. Cresley doesn’t notice. That would be a rough conversation. As I walk into my office, I breathe out a sigh of relief. Lucky for me, I make it to my desk completely unnoticed. Plopping my ragged body in the chair, I reach over and start my computer. I check my work email and there’s nothing of importance. Closing out that browser, I open the one for my personal email and sign in.
    Junk
    Junk
    Email from Plunge.xxx
    A lot has happened on Plunge since you last logged in. Here are some notifications you've missed from the contributors you follow.
    I only follow Adam so my interest is peaked. He said last night he was done, so I wonder if he announced something.
    NYCSir was tagged in a recent video published. Click here to see more.
    Following the link, I click and the video pops up on my screen. My whole world crashes around me. There on the screen in full view is Adam fucking Carly from behind. Staring back at me in the video marked from 10:00 am this morning, about 2 hours after I’d left his place, is Adam’s face

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