Boardroom antics, back room sexcapades, harassment, and murder, these are just some of the Corporate Games.
Corporate Games are fraught with danger. Six short tales of power, money, sex, and love.
Who wouldn’t want to punch an arrogant boss? What looks like a chance to even the score leaves Caesar vulnerable. Working overtime gets Nick closer to his sexy boss and gives him a chance to live out his erotic fantasies. Power corrupts, but will the shares put into the hands of a paid lover prove too much for the Wheelers? Hunter makes an immediate impact on Lance in both the boardroom and the bedroom. Zev learns to use his natural advantage to climb from lowly beginnings to the very top of the movie business. Can Mark Channing secure a unanimous vote for his plan, or will the decision be taken out of his hands?
Brice entered the office. "Damn Nick! I'm glad I caught you in time. Big emergency. I hope that you haven't made plans?"
Nick was too startled to react to Brice's presumption that he had no plans for the evening and would be available on such short notice. Brice was wearing an old torn T shirt and short sweat pants, plastered to his sweaty body. Wearing an old beat up pair of sneakers he looked nothing like the high powered executive that he was. He had obviously run back to the office from the squash court. Whatever it was must be pretty urgent. Nick set down his briefcase and followed his boss into the adjacent room that made up the private suite of Brice Jones.
"Uh...I've made no plans that can't be changed, sir. Pleased to be of assistance."
Brice pulled his T-shirt over his head revealing to Nick what he knew all along, that Brice was in great shape. Brice pulled off his sweat pants along with his briefs, until he was standing buck naked in front of Nick who started to shift uncomfortably as his cock began to exhibit growing pains.
“I’m going to jump in the shower. Be prepared for some serious work when I come out.” Brice instructed as he disappeared into his private shower.
Within minutes he emerged from the shower stall, water glistened off his dark skin like falling crystals in Nick’s eyes. Brice vigorously toweled off as Nick watched and wanted so badly to offer his assistance. Brice walked over to a nearby closet and soon the hot jock had transformed mentally back into the picture perfect executive in casual sweats.
“What can I do to help, Sir?” Nick inquired.
"I'm sorry Nick. I come running in here all sweaty and mussed and I haven't even explained to you my little problem. I hope you don’t mind my casual dress. Loosen your tie, relax. We have work to do but as it is after hours... would you like a drink?" Brice turned and walked over to the bar. Nick could barely contain his excitement. It was the first time that Brice had been this informal with him. Naked in front of him, a drink, what next? First names?
“You’ve been here awhile. It’s after hours, why don’t you call me Brice?”
First drinks, without his suit of armor. The man had a real meaty body. His ass was rounded and firm, not the type of trim butt that you would expect on a man of Brice's years, but big beefy butt cheeks rounded hard and firm. His sweats hung on him while moisture formed inside the crack of his ass. Nick was acutely aware that there was nothing between the sweats and Brice's hot flesh. Nick had to do some quick adjustment to hide his growing hard on.