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The Professor, the Fencer, and the Lady Billionaire
A Novel
By Geoff Essex Smith AuthorHouse LLC
Copyright © 2014 Geoff Essex Smith
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4918-1801-5
CHAPTER 1
On a Wednesday morning in early November, at 9:04 a.m., Eastern Time, an ultra-long-range Dassault Falcon G550 lumbered onto runway 31-L at JFK, transitioning almost seamlessly between sky and ground.
The super-luxurious 14-passenger corporate jet, arriving from Los Angeles, was owned by Clampett Industries, a diversified industrial firm with worldwide operations in oil, chemicals, and veterinary pharmaceuticals. Clampett Industries president, Darren Clampett, and his psychiatrist, Dr. Elliot P. Elmore, were the only passengers onboard.
Once on the ground, the three-man crew remained at the airport while Darren and the doctor took a waiting stretch limousine into Manhattan.
"Mix me a bloody mary," Darren told the doctor when they were underway.
While the doctor complied, Darren placed a call to a number at the Forex Services Division of Citibank in Lower Manhattan.
"Forex, Erick speaking," a youthful male voice said.
"We're leaving the airport now. The board meeting is at twelve. What time is Reed's class?"
"Two o'clock."
"When the meeting's over, I'll drive him up to KNICK-U, drop him off, then come down and pick you up. I'll call you when I'm on my way."
"Good deal. I'm pretending I have a dentist's appointment."
"You'll hear from me," Darren said, ending the call.
Forty-five minutes later the limo pulled up at the curb outside an office building located on Madison Avenue near Forty-Fourth Street.
Darren and the doctor got out.
"Be back here at one," Darren said to the driver.
The car pulled away.
Darren turned toward the doctor.
"If you finish your shopping before one, come upstairs," he said.
Dr. Elmore set out walking up Madison Avenue.
Darren went upstairs to the corporate offices of Dynamo Capital, a highly successful quantitatively-managed hedge fund he founded fifteen years ago with the help of Reed Scot, a hotshot finance professor at New York's prestigious Knickerbocker University.
Wearing a rumpled heather-gray sweatsuit and cheap green flip-flops, Darren looked more like a bum than a billionaire businessman, but he acted like the big deal he was.
Ignoring the Dynamo Capital receptionist who asked for his name, he rushed past her desk and barged into Reed Scot's office unannounced.
Reed and his assistant stood up.
"Excuse us, please," Darren said to the assistant.
"By all means, Mr. Clampett." She gathered her things and hurriedly left the room.
"Welcome home, big guy." Reed took Darren's hand, shook it warmly, then released it. "Want something to drink?"
Darren wasn't interested.
"No, nothing." He reached for Reed's arm and grasped it. "I'll take a kiss." He pulled Reed towards him, and they kissed.
When Reed didn't put much passion into it, Darren turned angry. "That's not a kiss," he said with a scowl. "Give me a real kiss."
They kissed again, and Reed put more energy—if not feeling—into it the second time.
"That's better," Darren said when their lips separated. He reached for Reed's crotch, but Reed turned away before Darren could grope him.
"Don't give me an erection I can't get rid of before the board meeting."
Darren glanced at his watch. "It's barely eleven." He squinted at Reed. "I thought the board meeting was at twelve."
"It is, with a catered lunch."
"Then there's plenty of time for me to get rid of any erection I give you."
Reed was reluctant. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Fine," Darren said. "We'll do it after the meeting."
"No, I can't." Reed grimaced. "It'll have to be before the meeting.
I teach Financial Markets at two. I'll have to leave for KNICK-U by one thirty."
Let's do it now," Darren said. "I need a protein cocktail before lunch. Erick didn't drain you dry this morning, did he?"
"Not this morning. I beat him off."
"Ha, ha, ha." Darren laughed out loud at the bad pun. "Good for you. Erick needs to know that I come first."
"Of course you do." Reed went to his office door and stuck his head out. "Hold my calls," he told his assistant. "When the board members start arriving, show them into the conference room. Ply them with food and drink while I chat with Darren in private."
"Certainly, sir," the assistant said.
Reed closed the door and locked it.
"How's Erick?" Darren asked while kicking off his flip-flops.
"Good. I'm surprised you didn't want to stay overnight and get together with both of us."
"Next time," Darren said. "You know you're my first choice. You always have been. You always will be."
Reed sat down in a leather armchair and took off his shoes but not his socks. He undid his pants and stood up to take them off. He laid them on the top of his desk, then stepped out of his white briefs.
When he sat back down, his short, stubby, circumcised cock looked like a magenta mushroom in his lap.
He spread his legs, and Darren dropped to his knees in front of him. "Man, it's been ages since I tasted your big fat dick," Darren said while lowering his face to Reed's neatly trimmed crotch.
He flicked the magenta mushroom with his tongue and sucked it in, closing his lips around the stiffening shaft.
It lengthened and thickened in Darren's mouth, quickly becoming a long, hard, vein-laced muscle cock.
Darren's head bobbed up and down on it, massaging the shaft with his strong, experienced tongue.
Soon, Reed's body heaved slightly, and he sighed gently several times.
"Mmm ... mmm, good," Darren said when he could speak again.
Reed stood up and offered Darren his chair. "Want me to return the favor?" he asked while drying his genitals with his briefs.
"Don't waste your time," Darren said. "With all the meds I'm taking these days, I can never get it up. Even the ED drugs don't work on me."
"That must be a bummer," Reed said. He stepped into his damp briefs, put his pants back on, and tucked his shirttail in. "What about some coffee?" he asked when he was dressed.
"I'd love some," Darren said. "No cream. I've had a mouthful of that."
Reed straightened his clothes while going to get a cup of coffee for each of them.
CHAPTER 2
The board meeting of Dynamo Capital began promptly at twelve o'clock in the main conference room.
As usual, the agenda was light, and the votes were unanimous, dominated by Darren Clampett's sixty-one percent of the outstanding shares.
Reed Scot was reappointed as the fund's managing director for another three-year term.
At one twenty, Reed put on his coat and scarf. He picked up his briefcase and walked Darren down to Madison Avenue where Dr. Elmore and the limo were waiting.
Darren introduced Reed to the psychiatrist, and the three men got into the back of the car.
"We're dropping Professor Scot at KNICK-U," Darren told the driver.
The limo pulled away, headed for the compact high-rise Upper East Side campus of Knickerbocker University.
Midday traffic was heavy, and the limo made its way up Madison Avenue in stop-and-go fashion.
The graying, bespectacled doctor remained silent while Darren and Reed chatted about personal matters.
"Tell Erick I'm sorry I missed him," Darren said.
"Are you sure you won't change your mind and stay over at our place?" Reed asked.
"Not this time." Darren turned him down. "I hate to miss out on a three-way with you guys, but I'm very pressed for time. I have to be back in LA tonight. Why don't you and Erick come out and spend some time with me? I'll send the plane for you. The holidays are coming up. That would be a great time to fly west. If you can't get away, just send Erick by himself. I'd love to have him visit for as long as he likes. I might snap out of my mental funk if I had someone like him around to cheer me up."
"He might be too much for you to handle."
"I'd gladly die trying." Darren smacked his lips obscenely. "I could chew for days on that gorgeous piece of prime meat between his legs. I know almost every vein in it from studying that wanking video he uploaded to the Net."
"I know the one you mean," Reed said. "I can't believe he did such a stupid thing. Thank God he had the sense not to show his face in a clip like that."
"It's still hot," Darren said. "I watch it when I beat my limp meat. That's practically all I do these days. It's a lot easier than trying to pick up tricks. I envy guys like you who have a steady source of young dick."
"You could have it if you wanted it," Reed said. "There are plenty hot young guys out there who would sell their souls for a chance to hook up with a gay billionaire in his fifties."
"I guess," Darren said. "But you know me. I'd get tired of the same dick day after day. I need variety. Besides, younger guys have too much energy. Even one in his thirties, like Erick, might get on my nerves. I don't know how you keep up with him."
"It's a daily challenge," Reed said. "I get help from Nick from time to time."
Darren frowned at the mention of Nick's name. "I can't believe you still hang out with that Greek son of a bitch," he said.
"Oh, come on, Darren, Nick's a good guy. I have no intention of writing him off because the two of you can't get along."
"I'm not asking you to write him off," Darren said. I'd be happy to make up with him myself if Nick was willing. Maybe I should give him a call. All the shit between us happened ten years ago. He should be over it by now. Maybe I'll invite him out to LA for a weekend."
"Maybe you should," Reed said.
Darren returned to the subject of Erick. "Who else are you two doing three-ways with these days?"
"Just you, when you're around. No one-night stands anymore. Those days are over."
"I bet Erick's getting pussy on the side, isn't he?"
"Probably," Reed said. "I don't know how often. Not as much as he used to get. He says he's interested in settling down. We both are. We don't go out looking for tricks anymore. We lead a pretty quiet life at this point."
"Is he still on that stupid jag about the two of you adopting a brat? Or hiring a surrogate for him to knock up?"
"He brings up the subject frequently—practically every day, especially when he sees kids doing stuff with their fathers on TV or in the park. His sister just had another child, and that set him off."
"I can't believe a young sexy guy like him wants to be tied down with kids," Darren said. "It's a crying shame, if you ask me. I think you need to nip this obsession in the bud. Put your foot down. Press the boot to his neck. Tell him you aren't cut out for coaching soccer and Little League."
"I'm not," Reed admitted. "My dad, the busy doctor, never had time for that sort of thing with me. I never picked up the knack. But I admired the dads who did it. I thought their kids were lucky."
"Don't waver too much on this," Darren said. "Erick already has a big head. He thinks he can get you to do anything he wants by batting those big brown eyes and wagging his cock. Don't let him sweet talk you into anything you don't want to do. Let him know who's boss."
"I try," Reed said. "So far I've managed to talk him out of rushing into anything, but he doesn't give up. We'll see what the future holds. For the moment, I'm perfectly happy with the life he and I lead as a couple."
"I'd be happy too if I went to bed with Erick every night," Darren said. "Bring him out and let me handle some of the action you're getting from him. I can't offer him pussy, but I'll gladly wear a dress and shove a tampon up my ass if he'll promise to fuck my brains out."
"I promise to convey the message," Reed said, playing along with Darren's shtick. He was accustomed to Darren's tendency to express himself in outrageous, hyperbolic, egomaniacal terms. At times, it entertained him. At other times, like the present, it got on his nerves. Luckily, the limousine was moving faster now. The driver was on Park Avenue, and the car was approaching KNICK-U.
Darren Clampett put his arm around Reed's neck, pulled him close, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Nice seeing you again, Scottie Boy," he said. "Thanks for the protein injection. You're the love of my life. You always will be. You know that, don't you?"
"I know that's what you tell me," Reed said, smiling.
Darren nudged Reed's side with his elbow. "We need to spend some quality time together. Just the two of us. Bring Erick out to LA. I'll hire a top-heavy young movie starlet to hang out with him at the Malibu house while we stay at the place in Beverly Hills. I'll line up a parade of different guys for us to do three-ways with every night. It'll be like old times. Erick will never know or care what goes on. What do you say?"
Reed looked unhappy. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said. "I like having Erick around. We're not into separate vacations. He's perfectly capable of lining up his own female companionship. I don't like the idea of you procuring women for him."
"I'll bet Erick would like the idea," Darren said. "What if I give him a call and ask him about it?"
"No, don't do that." Reed used a forceful tone. "Erick's doing well as it is. Don't tempt him. We'll come out to visit you, but we'll spend the time together. Any threesomes we have will be the three of us."
Darren scowled, then forced a smile. "Good enough," he said, slapping Reed's thigh. "You're acting like an old married man, Scotty boy. What happened to the party guy I used to know. The one who always told me he'd never settle down. Not as long as there was a young cock he hadn't sucked. Or a young guy's ass he hadn't fucked. I liked that Scotty Boy. I liked him a lot. What happened to him?"
Reed inhaled deeply. "I grew up. I fell in love. It changed my life. I'm a happy man. I wish it had happened to you."
"Well, it didn't," Darren snapped. "After you gave me the big heave-ho, I gave up on love. Now all I care about is cock. Hard young cock. I can't get enough. I never will. That's the constant in my life. I'm willing to change everything else. Do anything Elmore tells me." He glanced at the psychiatrist, who looked pleased. "But I'll never give up chasing cock. Not even if I have to spend my billionth dollar paying for it." Darren paused for a moment before adding: "Not unless I could latch onto a red-hot guy like Erick the way you did."
"It could still happen," Reed said as the limo pulled up to the curb outside the Park Avenue entrance to KNICK-U.
The driver got out of the car to open the back door.
Darren shook Reed's hand while leaning in for another kiss on the cheek. "Take good care of my money. You're the only person left in the world that I trust."
"I'll do my dead-level best." Reed squeezed Darren's hand tightly. When he released it, he picked up his briefcase. "Nice meeting you, Doctor," he said when he stepped out of the limo.
The driver closed the back door.
"Citibank," Darren said when the driver returned to his seat behind the wheel. "The big building in Tribeca. Three-hundred-something Greenwich Street, I believe it is. If you lose your way, just follow the suits."
"I know the place you mean," the driver said, and the car pulled away.
Darren called Citi's Forex unit again.
Erick answered.
"Listen up," Darren said. "We just dropped Reed outside KNICK-U. We're on our way to pick you up. Head down to Greenwich Street in twenty minutes."
"I only have an hour, an hour and a half at the most."
"We'll work fast, like rabbits in heat." Darren chuckled. "I'm not wearing a suit and tie I have to get out of. I'm dressed for action. No underwear to get in your way. I burned it all a few months ago. I decided I wouldn't want to wear a straitjacket all the time. Why should I confine my genitals to one? Let them hang free. That's what this country is all about. Freedom for all, including all the cocks and balls between the legs of American men. Going commando all the time has made a different man out of me. It's a wonderful feeling to be nude underneath your clothes."
"Whatever turns you on," Erick said.
"You turn me on, you pretty thing. I should've skipped Reed's silly board meeting and spent the whole day with you. I'm tired of watching that jerking video of yours. I want to get my hands on the real thing. I can't wait for you to fill my ass with Cuban baloney. A thrill is running up my leg, tickling my balls. My dick's getting harder as the car gets closer. What about yours?"
(Continues...)
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