Chapter Five
Because some people had cancelled their flight and made other arrangements, Tony and Mike were able to change seating assignments to sit next to each other.
They also upgraded to first class on Asher Insurance’s dime.
Because,fuckyeah,that’swhy.
That meant relaxing, chatting, and both of them ordering drinks for the flight home. Tony hated flying anyway, but it was a necessary evil.
“I can’t wait to get home,” Mike said. “Why’d I let you talk me into going back out there to supervise them?”
“Because you love me?” Tony joked.
“I guess.” Mike snickered and dropped his voice. “I’m not wearing a butt-plug for you, though. Even if you tell me my ass is gorgeous.”
Tony chuckled and they gently “clinked” their plastic cups together. Tony wasn’t worried about driving when he got home, because Shayla would be doing that.
So he allowed himself three cranberry juice and vodkas, while Mike had wine.
Day-drinking, FTW.
Excitement filled Tony and inflated his cock more than a little as he thought about what he wanted to do to Shayla when they got home. Blowjob first, becausefuckyeah,that’swhy.
He smiled to himself and sipped his drink. He kind of hoped Jenny was going to come get Mike. That meant he could nail Shayla in the parking garage before they even left the airport.
Or maybe have her pull off at one of the Skyway rest areas and get a blowjob from her there.
Tony somehow suppressed his evil giggle.
I am an excitable boy today.
Fuck, he was a horny man now that he was so close to home he could practically feel Shayla’s sweet mouth around his cock.
Maybe this even worked out better. Sure, going out tomorrow to buy a car would be a pain in the ass, but this way they could get home sooner so he could bend his wife over and spank her, fuck her, spank her some more…
He sighed. And then collapse in bed, naked, and zonk out.
Work knew not to call or text him before Monday morning unless something was literally on fire, or the whole system went down and they’d tried everything possible to get it up and running first.
That disturbing him before then for anything less than those criteria wouldnotresult in a pleasant experience for the disturber.
I really need a new job.
Then again, he had seniority, a decent 401k plan, good health insurance, and trying to find another job that not only paid as well as he was currently making and had all those benefits—in the Sarasota-Bradenton area—would likely be nearly impossible. He was well-compensated for his work, that wasn’t in dispute.
To be fair, it normally wasn’t this shitty, either.
Even his own boss admitted Tony had gone above and beyond, and the VPs and higher in the corporate food-chain were impressed by his performance now that they knew everything he’d had to overcome to get the project finished.
Darren had also told Tony that, in addition to Tony’s upcoming vacation, he would work with him on coming in late and leaving early for a while, if he wanted, to make up for all the extra and basically unpaid hours he’d put in while in Denver.
Tony would be at work on Monday, work through the week, and then take two weeks off the following week. It’d been tempting to start his vacation immediately, except he had some loose ends to tie up first in the wake of his absence, and he wanted to be available in case Denver had any issues.
With the way his luck had been running, he’d head out on vacation just to spend most of it on the phone in conference bridges while trying to remotely diagnose system problems.
No, thank you.
They were on final approach to Tampa and Tony was still happily buzzed from the three drinks. Plus now his stomach was growling, since they hadn’t eaten lunch before the flight. His foot started tapping as his impatience and excitement grew. He could imagine the smile on Shayla’s face when they emerged from the monorail chute into the main terminal.