Access Granted
by
lachlanrose


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Notes: Thanks to Karen for the beta. :)

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"Look, I flew fifteen hundred miles for this meeting so how 'bout we get to the point?"

"No, actually, you flew fifteen hundred miles for a hundred grand, but that's not the point." Asshole. I already don't like him. All right, freak show, what the hell do you want? Jesus, and I thought my friends were weird. "Helga, meet Stanley." Helga? What the fuck is this?

"Hello, Stanley."

Who in the-? Hmm... Nice. Very nice, but also not the reason I'm here, baby. Maybe later. "Helga." There. See. I'm a nice guy. I can play by your rules. For now. Can we just get on with it? Christ. Sitting a little close, aren't you, Helga? Yeah, you look good but I am capable of thinking with something other than my dick, sweetheart.

"Ah, look, I don't have a lot of patience, Gabriel." Is that her hand? What the hell? I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed by her little game. Yeah, I feel that hand on my thigh, baby, but it's gonna take a little more than that to distract me.

It's just a hot blond with her hand on your thigh and her arm around you. No problem. Happens all the time. Just ignore it. Sure. Yeah, smirk at her a little. Good plan. You know it's a game. She knows it's a game and that asshole across the table looks like he's the fucking king of games.

"Maybe you could help me with something, Stanley." Not fucking likely, freak show. And tell your little bimbo to get her fingers out of my hair already, Christ. Yeah, that's better. Get your hand off my leg, too. Although, I wouldn't mind some of that tequila you're reaching for, honey. "Take a look at this." Uh-huh. Nice piece of hardware. "What do you think?"

I think you're fucking nuts if you think I'm gonna touch that shit. "You know I can't touch that." Not unless there's a whole lot more than a measly hundred grand in it for me, Gabe. And while you're at it, don't make the mistake of thinking that just because I haven't put my hands on one in a while, that I've lost my touch. Maybe your little game just isn't sweet enough for me. What do you think of that?

"Do you like tequila, Stanley?" You again? Jesus. Fine, gimme the drink. Not gonna take my eyes off of Gabe, though. Shit, she's not swallowing. Hang on, she looks like she's gonna- Uhhhh... God, she tastes good. Might as well close my eyes and enjoy it a second. Wouldn't want to disappoint Gabe, over there.

Ok, just what the hell is this? Not that I mind kissing pretty girls or anything, but fuck if I'm going to do it on someone else's terms. I guess they're all used to this kinda shit because nobody seems to find what's happening even the slightest bit weird. The tequila is a nice touch, though. It's been a while since I shared a shot with someone who looked like that. God, she has a great tongue. Wouldn't mind exploring that with you later, sweetheart, but I'm not here to get fucked, so get the hell off me already. But then again, looking over at Gabriel, I think maybe I am here to get fucked after all.

Good, she's off me. Finally. It'd be nice if you took your hand off my dick, too. Just gonna wipe my mouth now. Shit. I can feel some of the tequila trickling down my neck. Why don't you just run that fuck-me mouth of yours right down there after it, baby? Hmm... So, what do you think of tattoos, Helga? I'd definitely like to feel that sweet tongue of yours tracing the lines of my tattoo. Fuck. Focus, Stanley.

She wouldn't be giving you the time of day if she wasn't Gabriel's little pet. He spared her a quick look with appreciative eyes. Ok, she might. She doesn't look like she's the kind of woman who discriminates much. And I'm well aware your hand hasn't left my dick yet, baby. Hell, why don't you just go ahead and leave it there. This whole situation couldn't get any weirder than it already is.

"This is bullshit." Like I missed the look that passed between you and Helga, Gabe. I get it. If you thought I was that dumb you'd have never flown me out here in the first place, so just get on with it already.

"Look, you want something from me and I want something from you." No shit, asshole. "DOD D-base, 128 bit encryption." Is that supposed to impress me? Nice try, but no dice. "What do you think?" I think I'd like Helga, here, to stop nuzzling my neck and quit rubbing my dick. If she wasn't in your employ and we weren't in a room full of people, that'd be something different... but I don't think with my dick where my daughter's concerned. "Impossible?"

Hah. For most people, maybe. Not for me. But there's no way this is what he wants. This is kiddy stuff. "Nothing's impossible." Uh-huh. Not a yes. Not a no. All options open. Hmm... moving a little closer, Helga? Damn, you have the hottest mouth. So I looked, so sue me. It's been a while. Shit. Uhhhh... Jesus. That's starting to feel good. Rub it a little harder, baby. Wait. Wait. Fuck. You know, you're seriously starting to become a distraction.Ý

"Good. So, can it be done?" Yes, definitely, given enough time and - shit, that feels good... too good - and no distractions. "Sliding in a Trojan horse, hiding a worm?" God, what's with this guy? Does everything have to have a sexual connotation? It's probably lost on Helga, here, but I'd be willing to bet Ginger, there, knows all about Trojans and 'worms', dontcha, Ging? So tell me, Ginger, you enjoying the show?

"Something like that." Asshole. This is getting old. Fast. "Is this an interview?" You've got to give it to him, though. He knows how to pick 'em. Her head's just under my chin now, her breasts are pressing against my side, she smells amazing and I'm beginning to realize that she's really, really good at this. Pretty. Feminine. Slutty. I just.... Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Stay away from the head, baby. Uhhhh.... God. Fucking body. A little cooperation would be nice. I know it's been a while, but still...

"Sort of. Marco, let's give him some incentive." Whoa. Whoa! I don't like the sound of that. What the-? Get your hands off me, dickhead. Jesus, she can't be doing what I think she's doing. I mean a little rubbing's one thing, but undoing my belt is-

"Hey. Hey! What are you doing?" Shit, she's got my belt undone now. Fuck, there goes the button on my jeans. You know, it's times like this I wish I wore underwear. Hang on, Helga. I'm not really into exhibitionism. In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't want the entire room getting a good look at my dick. Especially now, after the alcohol and your too talented fingers have made it obvious there are some things beyond my control.Ý

"Relax, Stanley." Yeah, sure, freak show. Like that's gonna happen. Hey, wait. What's he doing with the curtain? Closing it. Shit. Oh, shit. This is not good. Not good. Fuck, stay calm. Just need to - holy shit. Did she just...? Fuck, she did. There goes my zipper. And they're all just watching like it's nothing out of the ordinary. Hope you like what you see, assholes. Ging, baby, this good for you? Fuckers. Surely she isn't gonna - Oh, hell no. Keep that fuck-me mouth away from me, baby. Don't. Don't! Unngh... God, so hot. So wet. Fuck.

"Now, I have been told that the best crackers in the world can do this in sixty minutes." Not with a pair of fuck-me lips around their dicks, they can't. That's it baby, bob all you want. I'm not feeling a thing. Uh-uh. Nope. Not a damn thing- Fuck. FUCK! Don't swirl your tongue like that. Shit. "Unfortunately, I need someone that can do it in sixty seconds." Yeah, right. Dream on, Gabe.

"You're kidding." Uhhhh... God, she noticed me tensing up there. Shit. Now she knows what I like - what gets to me. God. Breathe. Just breathe. Don't think about the wet heat of her mouth or the way she presses you up against the roof of her mouth on the upstroke. Nope, definitely not going to think about the way she's swirling her tongue with just the right amount of suction. Jesus, did my eyes just roll back in my head? Great.

"'Fraid not." Asshole. He knows what she's doing to me. He's obviously been there and done that. Lovely. Quit waving that cigarette around, freak show, and tell your bimbo to get her mouth off my dick. "Go."

Shit, he's serious. That's it, baby. Game over. You've gotta go. "Get off. Get off me. Get off!" Get the fuck off me! Oh, shit. Shit. Gun to the temple. Oh, fuck.

"Fifty five." Asshole. I can't believe it's going down like this.

"Get on with it." Sure, after you put down the gun, dickhead.

"What the hell is this?" This is seriously fucked up. You seriously want me to crack this shit with a gun to my head and her lips on my dick while you all watch? You're a sick twisted fuck, Gabriel. Truly sick. And Ginger's smirking. Fucking figures. She seems the type to enjoy watching a man squirm. Bitch.Ý

"Time's a-wastin', big guy." No shit, asshole. Shut the hell up and let me think. Fuck, she's tonguing the slit. Make that trying to think. God, it's hot in here.

"Oh, Jesus." Damn, it's been a long time since I touched one of these. Well, you know what, Helga? It's a bigger thrill and a better rush than your mouth, baby. Always has been, always will be. So fuck you. Ok, think, Stan. Think. Ok, I'll try this. Faster, gotta type faster. "Unngh." Fuck. Don't do that, baby. I can't think when you're swallowing around me like that. Shit. Concentrate, Stanley.

"Forty five seconds." Shut the fuck up. I just gotta - Access denied. Fuck. Fuck! Teeth scraping along me. Don't touch me with your tongue like that. Not there. Don't. Don't! Ahhh, fuck. Suck it, baby. Suck it. Harder. Feels so fucking good. That's it. Take it all, baby. Fuck, I can't...Ý

"Ungghhhh." God, my hands are shaking and that panting I hear has to be me. The rational part of my brain knows I should be embarrassed getting off like this in front of a room full of people, but I can't seem to help myself. I'm pretty sure she can't make me come, but that doesn't mean it stops feeling good. Hell, no. Goddamn body. It's been too long and she's just too fucking good.

"She's good, isn't she?" Like you don't know, freak show. Ok, checking the guy with the gun again. Nope, he's still not gonna cut me any slack. Not even now. Bastard.

"Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ." Ok, let me try this. Nope. This? Nope. Shit. Type. Type. Access denied. Motherfucker. I just gotta- whoa. Unghhh... Dammit. She knows I can't think when she does that shit with her tongue and I can't see to type when my eyes are rolling back in my head either. I just need- "More time. More time!" Yeah, that's it. More time and less sucking. That'd do it for me.

"C'mon, Stan." Fuck you, asshole. This shit isn't easy on a good day. Swear to God, if I didn't need both my hands for typing, I'd grab her by the hair and drag her mouth offa me. I can't think like this. Oh fuck. Fuck. Unngh. Suck me, baby. God. It would be so easy, so tempting, to just give up and let her finish if it weren't for that gun at my temple. How the fuck's a man supposed to think when some girl has her lips wrapped around his dick? And then it hits me. I'm not. I'm not supposed to be able to think.

That's the point of this whole little exercise. It isn't about power plays or mind games. Not really. He wants to see if I can perform under pressure. Cute. He wants to see if I can keep my shit together and focus on just getting the job done, regardless of the distractions around me, or if I'll crack. If I play his game, his way - focus on the goal, divorce myself from any distractions, and beat the clock - I get to live and see what the real game's about. Son-of-a-bitch. This is just a fucking test.

"Twenty. Nineteen."Ý It's starting to kick in that this could end badly. Really fucking badly. If I can't pass this, there's no reason to keep me alive for the real thing. My dick's realizing that if the body it's attached to doesn't live, this is the last blowjob it's ever gonna get. Fucking finally. Body's cutting me a little slack. Thank you, God. Don't get me wrong. It's still the best head I've ever had, but it's not worth my life.

"Unngh." Concentrate, Stan. I just need to focus. Clap my hands together hard to focus myself and get down to business. "Grrrr." Take that, Helga. It still feels good, but it's not overwhelming me anymore. Where is it? Where? Back door. Back door. Gotta be some way inside. Yes, yes. Maybe... Ok, now this. And this. Admin, adm, bin, sys, system, enter.

"Fifteen." I don't even hear you, asshole.

Access denied. Fuck. Fuck!Ý "Come on. Come on!" Work, baby, work. Faster. Gotta think faster. Type faster. Access. Need access. Need it now. Visitor, admin, sysadm, tar, device, backup, enter. Fuck. Grant it. Grant it. Come on!Ý

"Ten. Nine."

Access denied. Shit. Stupid piece of shit. Fuck. "Come on! Come on!!" Ok, what about this. Yeah, this way. Here and here, now this and this. Go, go. Access, bitch, access.

"Three. Two. One." No, Oh, fuck no. Here and here. Just need to- "Too bad, you gotta die." Motherfucker!

"No, no. No! Wait. Wait!" Here. Now this. Here. Here. Enter.

*CLICK*

Fuck. Oh, God. The damn gun's not even loaded. My heart's gonna pound out of my chest and I'm fucking panting. Christ. That's gonna cost you, Gabriel. Mark my words.

"I was just- just fucking with you, Stan." He's fucking laughing? That asshole! Yeah, that's right, get your mouth off me, bitch. Deep breath, Stan, and tuck your dick back in your pants while you're at it. What the-? Oh, hell no. Hands off. Don't you fucking touch me, Helga. And Ginger is smirking. Fuck, I can't help but wonder if it all went down this way because I thought she was gonna blow me in the trailer and I was stupid enough to say something about it. I wouldn't put it past her. Paybacks are a bitch, Ging.

And you- you're lucky I don't drag your pretty little ass off to the bathroom and let you finish what you started - without an audience this time. I wonder if you'd be so eager then, baby. But then again maybe I won't. I've had enough whores in my life. I married one for Christ's sake.

You know, I thought I was gonna be the one that got fucked here, but guess what, Gabe, maybe it's not me that got fucked after all. Let me just spin it around so you can have a look. You lose, asshole.

Access Granted



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