“You’ve got the look, you know?”“What look?”“Fancy suit, good looks, slick moves. You know the type.”I knew the type, all right. His nam...e was Rod Fortner.“I’m glad you’re cool, though,” Mitch said. “One of us.”I nodded, and we washed our hands together. Mitch made a face as he wiped stray white powder from the countertop. He dusted his hands and raised his voice. “Fucking cokeheads!” But the guy was already gone.I laughed and we headed back to the table. The girls returned ten minutes later,. He moved on quickly, usually with strippers from the various clubs he owned. I dated but had no one in particular; I concentrated on the business, putting out some of the fires he started with his exploits.I even started my own small business and hired some of the people that were discarded as Sly became a billionaire. Susie O'Maker was now my top executive, running the day to day operations. I was now doing quite well on my own but enjoyed the international dealings I had with Sly.Sly. He thought of Evelyn Thomas and all of theother executives’ wives. His dick just plain hurt.Saturday morning came and Chris went off to the countryclub in his new black BMW X-5 SUV to play a round ofgolf with Bill Tyndall and one of his new clients. After golf, Bill and Chris were in the showerstogether. Chris couldn’t help but see what his boss haddangling between his legs. Now Chris knew why BillTyndall was called “Billy Boy” behind his back. It wasthe smallest penis. Halfway home he said “there is a park. Why don’t you pull in there?” As if hypnotised I did as he suggested. In the middle of the park was this rotunda. We walked towards it. The area was deserted. He suddenly pulled down his pants and sat on a bench. “Come and sit on my cock” he said “show me how horny you are”. I looked around and bite my lip. Was he serious? His cock was stiff and I couldn’t resist him. I hiked up my dress and slid down on his cock with my back to him. I moaned as I felt him.