Climbing the Ladder (Closed)

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As Annaleigh Brayden stood admiring the skyline from her new office in the thinning light of early evening, she thought back to all the time and effort she had to put in to get to this point. She was a hardworking woman, staying those late nights and doing any task required along the way to climb the corporate ladder one rung at a time. When she’d graduated from university with her MBA, prospects were short but she had managed to secure an internship at a fairly good startup company. From there, she had worked hard and employers began to take notice. She was offered promotions and eventually when there was nothing more the company could do for her, they introduced her to other firms they did business with where they felt she would fit in. Several years later, Anna stood as the CEO to a popular insurance firm at the young age of 27.

She had been looked down on because of her age in the past but had always managed to overcome it with her sharp mind for business and work ethic. She was also able to make friends wherever she went - seniors at the companies she’d worked at previously still called her to go out for the occasional drink even now because of her bubbling personality.

On Monday, she would officially be introduced as the new CEO. She was excited to receive the full tour of the office and meet some of the individuals who worked here, preferring to get to know her a staff a bit. She could be a friendly boss but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tough when she needed to be! Due to issues with her weight, Anna had learned to be confident and headstrong in other ways - her assertive nature in the workplace only one of those.

Tonight she was going out celebrating for her new promotion. Her girlfriends were meeting her at ten at a local bar but being just past seven now Anna had lots of time to go home, shower and get dressed. She was only planning to stay for a few drinks, but she could let loose and have a little fun if she so chose! Before that, however, Anna had an appointment to keep.

It was a dirty secret, one that she kept exclusively to herself and the people who knew her only as “Lynn” online (her sister’s middle name: so what, she wasn’t creative!). Back in university, Anna had struggled with finances towards the end of her journey there. Then she stumbled head first into the world of camming - her roommate at the time introduced her to it. It was lucrative if you could build enough popularity for only a short few hours work. She helped Annaleigh figure out how to get started and how best to gain a fan base.

Now, after almost 6 years she had amassed a loyal following. Every Wednesday night at 830 and one night per weekend (this weekend’s was tonight: a Friday) Anna stripped for the camera and engaged in dirty acts of sinful pleasure. Sometimes, she would even follow through with demands from her followers at large. She was sometimes surprised at the attention, honestly. Anna was shorter, 5’2 with long dark curly hair and what she considered a fairly pretty face. Her face wasn’t the issue. In the last several years, she had grown to hate her body, gaining weight after a rough period in her life. Her viewers seemed to enjoy her thicker thighs and wide hips, the slight wave just under her belly button where her tummy was almost but not completely flat. Her breasts were a decent size at 36DD. She had never had a complaint in that department!

As Annaleigh prepped the equipment for tonight’s show, she also dug into her toy chest. When everything was ready, she hit the record button and climbed onto her bed, speaking softly into the camera’s microphone about tonight’s plan. She was careful not to show her face; the only distinctive characteristic visible was the large tattoo: a chain of roses and thorns beginning at the gentle curve of her left shoulder and around to her rib cage. She had gotten it when she was 21, signifying her blossoming from a silly little girl into the beautiful woman she was always destined to be.

The show was just over an hour of playing with herself, riding a large dildo slowly until she came on it, and popping in the cool glass of a large plug into her ass as she talked dirtily into the camera. From her position on her hands and knees with ass directed at the camera, she teasingly said, “I wonder if some lucky gentleman will discover this little treasure tonight while I’m out with the girls!” as she giggled mischievously and disconnected.

Her work life and cam life had always managed to remain separated, never interfering with one another. She was confident she had never slipped and shown her face to her viewers, not wanting to be discovered living her day to day life. She thought back to all the good years and money she had made doing her much naughtier second job as she climbed in the shower and dressed quickly. It didn’t take long before she was sliding up to the bar to meet her friends. She laughed but wasn’t surprised when she found her drink of choice ready and waiting for her while her friends were half a glass in already.

Mmmmm Nice!!!

Mack K. Sandore

A can of imported beer goes flying through the air and lands perfectly in the center of the white trash can, ten feet away from where Mack Sandore was sitting. A leather red office chair that was tilted all the way back next to a desk with a 32-inch computer monitor on top of it. Normally a very well-kept man, he had of recent, let his facial hair grow out, his hazel eyes narrowed as he squinted at the can. His hands push upward and out from his body as that of someone that had just shot a free throw in basketball.

"Nothing but net and the crowd goes wild!* Mack says in an imitation voice of a sports announcer. He was sitting in his office chair next to his personal desk in his apartment, wearing only an open blue and white stripe button shirt, which was open, and a pair of gray, tight boxers. His computer beeped, letting him know that what he was waiting for had finally come.

Mack never considered himself the kind of person that would watch a Camgirl. But one of his buddies had sent him a video of "Lynn" a couple years back, and he was completely taken in by her. He found her completely captivating. At 37, a Vice President in a very well known and popular insurance firm, who worked 12-14 hour days, he didn't seem to find time to go looking for female companionship, and instead, gave his attention to this sweet 27-year-old Lynn. It was a guilty vice of his. This busty and petite woman had everything he loved in a woman. Thick thighs, large breasts, a plump rear with wide hips and a very sexy tattoo that curved around from her shoulder to her ribcage. Those lips... when she sucked on a dildo... God damn, he loved to think it was his. He loved how bubbly her demeanor was. Granted he never got a good look at her face. The lips "barely" in the shot when she would do that.

He growled in need as the video started and Lynn laid out her plans. A show and then a night out with her friends. He would get a whole hour right now of watching her plow into herself with her dildo. His hand reached down and freed his throbbing hard cock and began to stroke himself. Harder, then he would normally. He was in something of a mood and was grateful for the distraction that Lynn brought into his life.

Mack had been, from all sources he had heard, the front-runner for the CEO position of his firm. He put in endless hours, was loved by the employees, very well liked by the Firm's clients, and... damn it he deserved it. But he had just found out that the CEO position was given to someone else. Some woman he didn't know of... someone the Board thought would take the company in newer and bright pastures.

"I... Fuck Lynn... you sexy slut...." He growled as he jerked himself with his built up anger and disappointment with his life. He was pissed off, he knew he was being a selfish prick in some ways when he heard about being passed over but damn it, he wanted that position. All to be passed by some 27-year-old... He had over twice the experience as her, having started in this company as an intern when he was 20! He was 36 damn... He had plans of being CEO before he was 40!

He exploded as he came, released his cum as he howled in a deep grunting voice, shooting his cum on the spread open thick thigh image of Lynn still masturbating with that dildo. Damn.. he had only lasted 20 minutes. Lynn was going to go a full hour before she left-

His phone rang. He checked his hand and noticed it was clean of cum before he grabbed his expensive cell phone and answered it. "Hey Don, how are you?"

He spoke with his friend for about ten minutes, almost refusing to go out and hang with Don and the other two buddies, Ken and Chow. But... he had already cleared his mind of his seething disappointment for the moment and figured what the hell. He might as well get out and enjoy himself. Get drunk, and maybe find a "Lynn" to take home. He just closing the browser when he swore he heard Lynn say “I wonder if some lucky gentlemen will discover this little treasure tonight while I’m out with the girls!”

"Damn lucky is right. Well, Lynn, I hope you find that special guy tonight, just like I hope I find a special lady." He chuckled and closed the browser, forcing himself to forget everything that was eating at him as he got himself dressed for the night. Fancy black shoes, slacks that framed his ass very well, a red button shirt and a black suit. No tie, not tonight. He would go casual. A trim of his beard and some mousse to keep his well-groomed dark hair in place, and he was out the door.

He showed up just as his buddies were, Don, a short stocky black man that seemed lonely and wrong when he didn't have a pair of ladies on each arm, was a stockbroker. Ken, a Japanese-American 3rd Generation who was the town's most famous critic, who wrote about movies, plays, food, and art around town. Chow, who was actually a mutt of sorts. Indian, Chinese, and some latina blood was the group's comic relief. He came from a rich family, but fancy himself a comic and his winning joke at the clubs was about himself being a mutt.

He hugged and wrestled a bit with his buddies, friends since college, and together, they went into the bar, a hopping place, even more so this Friday night.

Although she had promised herself she wouldn’t get too drunk, Anna found herself working on drink number four. Her drink of choice was rum and coke, heavy on the rum. The bartender here knew her and the girls since they came pretty regularly and he was good enough to always offer her a generous amount of alcohol for no extra cost. Her friend Lina decided it was time for tequila shots and Anna groaned. She had a love hate relationship with the stuff but it was the only thing Lina would do shots of. The last time they did this, Anna ended up passed out in her neighbour’s bathtub (don’t ask how she had gotten there - she still didn’t know). Definitely not the most responsible thing she had ever done, to say the least.

Lina was currently involved in classes for film school. She hadn’t quite committed to the program yet but that was unsurprising; this was her third degree after all. Lina was wild like the wind - constantly in her face, buffeting her into things and places she’d rather not go and then gone the next, not to be heard from for several days before she’d surface at some rich older man’s penthouse. She was a stunning strawberry blond and had no issue getting dates.

The other girl they were here with was a bit more reserved than either of them -people often wondered how Alie had gotten involved in their troublemaking ways. She was the sweet, well behaved one. Alie was always dressed immaculately to the nines and her plum blouse and black pencil skirt certainly did nothing to betray that image of her. She had been Lina’s college roommate and always seemed to end up saving Anna and Lina from sticky situations in those days. She’d just ended up melting into them as easy as breathing, like she had always belonged there. Alie was much-more levelheaded than either of them and tended to be the one even now to help solve their problems and dig them out of any mess they found themselves buried in.

Although the bar was packed with bodies and the din of voices yelling over one another to be heard, her main concern was that she could still felt a chill every time the door opened and admitted various patrons. It might be because the red shirt she had on only tied at the neck and low around the waist with an open back and her skirt rested just above the knees but was quite flowy and therefore breezy. She liked it because it emphasized the curve of her spine and the dark ink bleeding into her skin.

This most recent group to enter was four men. She noted that one guy looked pretty rough around the edges but in a ruggedly handsome way. The strain on his face indicated he could really use a drink. Waving down the bartender, she gestured to the dark stranger and told the employee to put his drink on her tab before she touched Lina’s arm and announced she was going to dance. Gracefully weaving through the crowd to a spot just outside the middle, she began to swing her hips as her hands tangled up into her hair and held it away from her neck as she moved to the beat of the music.

The downside to her shirt was that she kept feeling unwanted fingers ghost across the sensitive skin of her back. These men breathed booze into her face and groped her a little too hard and she had to keep moving away. By the third time, Anna decided she’d had enough and migrated back to the bar for one last drink before she called it a night. The tequila was starting to hit her like a truck and Anna was a bad drunk; clingy, giggly, silly. She didn’t want to devolve into that hot mess until she was home in her bed.

Upon her return, the bar keep was quick to plop down another glass in front of her and she smiled widely in thanks. Turning to lean her hip against the bartop as she sipped, her eyes roved to find that mysterious stranger and see if he had settled a bit since the drink she’d sent his way. She’d almost given up on her quest when she met a pair of dark eyes intent on her own in the far left corner. She had to squint as the lights above the bar shone down and blinded her momentarily, sure that he must be looking at someone else. However when she focused once more, that smoky gaze was still locked on her face as he sat twirling his glass upon the table, his friends laughing and joking around him.

She offered him a smile and a wave before breaking eye contact and leaning in to tell Lina she was leaving. Planting a kiss on her cheek and a playful slap to her bum she ordered “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, babe!” Lina swatted at her as she laughed but Anna had long since skipped out of her reach, heading straight for the door. It was a good thing she only lived a few blocks away and could walk home - the chilly trek would help to sober her up!

The bar was so crowded, but luckily they knew the owner so it wasn't hard to get in and past the bouncer. The bouncer, of course, was letting all the beautiful ladies by so Don would be happy with the odds of hooking up tonight. Mack was... far pickier.

He had just settled down in a comfortable open couch area with a small table when a waitress came over to take their order. He was surprised when she said that his tab was covered. She pointed out a very cute brunette that was out on the dance floor. He kept trying to catch her eye to give her thanks, but she seemed to be mostly enjoying herself and then was with her friends.

He ignored most of what his friends were saying about some of the other ladies, normally he would have joined in some banter with them, but he couldn't take his eyes off this woman. Something about her seemed... familiar.

He was grinning when finally she looked back over and their eyes meant. He twirled the drink that was being paid for by that mysterious woman as a way to show thanks. His buddies saying things he just didn't care for. His focus completely on her and his mind going through the possible approaches to go with when he would go over to introduce himself. Instead, he saw that she was going to leave, most likely the drinking of the night was getting to her.

He wasn't about to let her escape so easily and got up and used those long legs of his to catch up. He caught sight of the open back of her shirt that she had a tattoo that was nagging at the back of his head. That same tattoo he saw when she was dancing that caught his eye.

About a 10 feet from the bar he was just a few feet behind her. "Hey, leaving before I can at least offer to buy you a drink first?" He said loudly in his best smokey voice filled with a bit of thanks.

Anna paused as the skin on the back of her neck rose. It was no surprise since the bar was crowded, but nobody had managed to send a tingle racing down her spine like the deep smoky voice in her ear did. Turning to peak over her shoulder, she saw the mysterious gentleman had approached the bar and was gaining on her. She smiled and did and about-face. "Hey now, I'm the one plying you with alcohol, isn't that right?" She teases as she steps in closer to meet him. From here she can see the rough stubble on his chin and the dark brown of his eyes, like slow melting chocolate dribbling over her senses.

She holds out her hand for him to shake and introduces herself, "I'm Annaleigh. May I at least know the name of my mysterious benefactor?" Now she can smell the spritz of cologne, tangy and sharp in her nostrils with the underlying scent of beer radiating from his throat and chin. She finds she doesn't mind it at all.

Grinning and feeling like a fool, mostly from the paid for drinks he had downed while this woman was dancing, he couldn't help but think about those lovely lips and eyes. Hhmmm. He was also very pleased with how well she filled that shirt.

"Yes, you were the one supplying me with alcohol. But I thought you were going to leave before you could see how well of a job the drink has done." As she stepped closer, he kept staring into those beautiful large eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes. He focused on them as he completely closed the gap with only an inch between them. His tall height of 6'6" he towered over her and he liked it. He hoped she did too.

"Annaleigh." He whispered, making it sound like he would treasure her name. "Mack, and here I thought you were my mysterious benefactor." He reached out to gently grab her hand and watch her reaction. Seeing if she would accept his advancement on her or not. "But I do like to be mysterious."

She laughed softly at his charming ways. His hands were rough on her own, not quite callused but strong and sturdy, completely enveloping her much tinier set. Standing so close to her, she found that he towered over her and she tended to like it. The power of a man much bigger than her had always sent heat racing into the pit of her belly and igniting her arousal. Hooking her arm through his, she found a miraculously empty table and settled into the chair. Scooting hers slightly closer, she flagged the bartender.

"I suppose it doesn't matter who the benefactor is as long as you're good enough to drink with this lonely lady tonight," she responded. The movement of that chair caused her to flush and bite her lip as the plug she was wearing resettled and brushed against her sensitive insides in all the right ways. She'd almost forgotten about it - so busy dancing and having a good time, but with the current position of her bum on the chair, the base of the plug nestled as far as it could go inside.

"Whatever he's having on my tab, please," she directed at the young woman who came to attend to their needs. Turning her attention back to Mack, she observed him carefully as he settled his drink order and the waitress dashed off, obviously detecting the tension between them. "Do you come here often? I've never seen you before. I would remember a face like that," she flirted, leaning further into his space across the table. She realized this emphasized the ample line of her bust but she really couldn't be bothered. In fact, Mack was perhaps the only gentleman she'd be willing to let slip his hands up her back and around to her shoulders as she danced in this establishment.

Earlier, when finishing up with her cam show, Anna had spritzed on perfume and carefully selected a beautiful set of lacy black panties in stark contrast to the bright red of her shirt hoping that some lucky man might get to discover both those and the surprise hidden within. She'd all but given up on that plan on her way home, at least until she'd spotted Mack only just a few feet behind her. Anna might usually be a bit more reserved but Lynn definitely wasn't: Lynn had started this night planning to get laid and Anna was damn well going to follow through!

Being led to the table by the hooked arm, he quickly helped her with her chair as she sat down and thought he heard her make some kind of eep sound as she did. He gave her a quick questioning glance but smiled and kept staring at her as he sat on the other side, but noticed she scooted closer, and adjust his as well. He wanted to be near her, among other things. He would play a gentleman for now, though he was so frustrated at things, he really just wanted to pick this little vixen up carry her to his apartment, throw her down, rip that red shirt open and ravish her roughly. It was actually taking some willpower to not just openly stare down at the swell of her breasts in her shirt.

"Oh, I think I am the perfect kind of person that a lonely lady will want to drink with tonight. I am all hands." He slides a hand over to her forearm, gently taking it between his fingers and thumb and slowly begins to rub her skin. "But only hands until we both agree we have had too much to drink." He winked at her and swore her perfume was having more of an effect on him then the whiskey he was having earlier.

He ordered another whiskey with the waitress and went back to paying attention to how smooth her skin was under the roughness of his fingers. "I do come here quite a bit, I actually know the owner, I helped him get a deal on the insurance for the place." He grinned and leaned very close to her face. "I am something of a big shot in a huge insurance company." He wouldn't let the fact that company was the reason he was in such a mood right now. "We just must miss each other, which is a pity... though I swear... I must have seen you here or somewhere else because there is something familiar about you." He was just a couple of inches away from her face as his hand on her arm was moving further up, his thumb always stroking.

"What a coincidence! I work in an insurance company too," she murmured, tasting his breath on her tongue. The sharp tang of whiskey would be nice as she kissed it from his mouth, she mused. She noted that he was quite touchy, stroking her arm and pressing in close. Hoping to make her feelings on the matter clear, she leaned in and took a sip of his drink, pressing her cleavage against his wrist and forearm maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"I think with this last drink I'll be a bad conversation partner," she giggled. "I'm feeling a little tipsy right about now. I should really be tucked up in my bed, but here I am."

The door opened once more and she shivered, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Sliding closer still until her side was pressed against his chest, she grinned in contentment of his warmth. Her right hand slipped down onto his thigh just above the knee, lightly squeezing at the firm muscle she found there.

“Like you said, we must just keep missing each other. You’ve probably seen me here before,” she responded. “I would definitely remember meeting a guy like you,” she, refused to even let herself think about the true possibility of where exactly he might know her from; the only defining characteristic was her tattoo, and his eyes had passed over it with no glint of recognition in the earlier so she felt like that wasn’t the case.