Power Play - Episode 8

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So that was it for Caleb Vancortlandt. I pretended, of course, that it didn’t matter. After all, I barely ever saw him at the office when he was working for me. And I really didn’t want to know who he was banging on my staff—or so I said to myself. 

But who was I kidding? I kept looking for him at Roughriders, but he no longer showed up there. I even tried Brewed Awakenings on the weekend, but no Caleb.

One Saturday night at the bar, after being shot down by three hot guys in a row, I felt Jack’s rough hand on my shoulder. He gave me a hard look and said: 

“You are fucking off your game, Clay! What’s going on?”

I decided to come clean and told him everything that had happened with Caleb.

“So you’re still mooning over that cream puff? Jesus fucking Christ! What is wrong with you? Looks like I’m going to have to fuck some sense into you. C'mon! Let’s go back to my place.”

And he did try to fuck some sense into me—and with a fair amount of success, I might add! It’s hard not to be distracted when you have a hard cock drilling your ass. I went home from Jack’s place that night feeling better than I had in a long time.