Because I was visiting a client, I had to leave Tank at home, but I spent a few minutes with him in the yard before I left.
The trip from Chicago to Valparaiso took just over an hour and we spent most of that time silent, aside from the radio. I noticed when the pretty boy tried to talk to the cowboy, he was met with resistance. I had no idea what that was about, but I made a mental note to deal with it tonight when we got home.
When we were five minutes out from our destination, I nodded toward the glove box. “Open that and get the two boxes out.”
The pretty boy, who was riding shotgun, did as I requested. He pulled out the two boxes and stared at them with wide eyes.
“When we get to the building, I want you and the cowboy to go into a bathroom and insert those. Feel free to help the other out if necessary. There’re a couple of small lube packets in the console. You’ll have five minutes. Should you take longer, you will be punished.”
The pretty boy didn’t say anything, but he did retrieve the lube when I moved my arm out of the way.
“Oh, while I’m thinking about it…” I passed the pretty boy my cell phone. “Once you’ve got them in, set up the app on my phone. Then test them to make sure they work.”
“Yes, Zeke.” He took my phone, then glanced down at the boxes. “Do I carry them in like this?”
“Up to you. You’re more than welcome to take them out if that helps.”
He tore into the boxes as I was pulling into the parking lot. I glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing the cowboy was staring out the window. He didn’t seem at all curious about what I had planned.
I guess I would have to fix that.
*
Once inside, I signed in at the reception desk, then took a seat in the waiting area while my fuck toys disappeared into the bathroom down the hall. I was eager to see what they thought of those prostate massagers. More importantly, I wanted to see how well they could compose themselves while we were sitting in a room with other people.
Ten minutes later, the head of the IT department came out to greet me. He was an older man, probably in his early sixties, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and thinning white hair. He was kind, seemingly not at all intimidated by the three of us.
“I’ve secured a conference room,” he informed me. “Are these your partners?”
I glanced over at my fuck toys. “They’re just along for the ride.”
The IT guy smiled. I’d already forgotten his name.
“Well, hopefully we won’t bore them with the details.”
I grinned. “I doubt they’ll be bored at all.”
Once we’d taken a seat in a small conference room, two other men joined us. The IT guy introduced them as his direct reports. They were going to walk me through the details of the security breach they’d experienced a month or so ago. He mentioned how his CEO had referred him to Ben, and I assured him I had the company’s best interests in mind and would handle their issue with complete discretion and professionalism. I knew how to play the game even if I wished I had direct reports of my own who could handle this shit for me.
I took a seat on one side of the long, narrow table with each of my fuck toys on either side of me. I kept my phone on the table in plain view with the app that controlled those massagers open.
While the cowboy pretended not to give a shit that he had a toy shoved up his ass, I could tell he wasn’t able to ignore it completely. I figured that would be doubly true when I turned it on.
Once the white-haired IT guy started in on his spiel, I turned my attention to the screen on the wall while they alternated speaking parts as they walked us through what had happened. I waited roughly one minute before I turned on the pretty boy’s massager. Sure enough, it wasn’t quiet as it rumbled inside his ass.
In fact, it was loud enough, the guy talking paused to look around. When his eyes met mine, I signaled for him to continue. He glanced at the pretty boy, obviously noticing where the sound was coming from before turning his attention back to the screen.
A minute later, I turned on the cowboy’s.
Once more, the IT guy paused but not for as long as before. Now the sound was rather loud because it was coming from both sides of me. Personally, I didn’t care if they knew exactly what I was doing. Granted, the pretty boy’s ears were red, which meant he didn’t feel the same. That or he was trying to fight the heat that was undoubtedly consuming him.
