Liars Never Prosper

"Wow aren't you a cute one?"

The booms and roars resounded so loudly in the club that Alasdair almost did not hear the honeyed words. He turned left, then right, from the front bar he sat, sighting the smiling beautiful specimen standing aside of him. The young Asian woman wore a body-hugging, flashy dress that sparkled on par with the varied lighting around them. While not his type in terms of form, being more boyish, her lidded, doe eyes; slight, button nose and supple lips on her heart-shaped face did well to catch his attention.

"You like what you see?"

Her pale, ivory skin flushed, a playful smirk growing. Alasdair noted how the pink developed from her smallish breast towards her upper body. He couldn't help but lick his lips, making the youthful woman giggle. He patted the empty, upholstered stool beside him.

"C'mon. How about you have a drink or two with me?"

The woman's lips curled upwards once more, taking her seat besides Alasdair.

"Quinn."

"Alasdair, but call me Alis."

A ring came from his pocket. He collected and checked his mobile, grumbling beneath his breath at seeing the screen.

"Something the matter?"

"No Quinn, let me take this call and we will resume our impromptu date."

The youthful woman grinned as Alasdair placed the phone to his ears.

"—ARK Industries informed us that your materials were not only untrue, but defamatory. Upon review, I would say that I agree. Almost nothing you prepared reflected the attributes of their device. The ramifications of your actions if this had gone live would have been abysmal," continued Mr Russel Pickle, the CEO of inSite.

He was a slim man, whose determination and will all but made up for what he lacked in supposed brawns and height. Alasdair could imagine him glowering at him through his mobile, the commiseration burning holes into his skin. Russel valued principled behaviours and actions, supervising the entirety of his company by the same moral principles he lived by. Alasdair violated Russel's code of conduct. Their friendship placed him in a predicament. The foreboding silence put Alasdair on edge while Russel contemplated his next words.

"Your business and marketing acumen alone have propelled inSite to heights I could have only imagined since starting here. While we did not always see eye-to-eye, you have showed me that a minor disagreement could go a long way. However, your dishonesty and behaviour are the last straws."

"Russel wait—" started Alasdair, however the CEO, the true top dog, interrupted.

"—you know what I think about liars, Alis. What were you thinking?"

"I love what I see," spoke Alasdair in a baritone, as he watched her lounge, unwrapped and nude, on the bed before him.

Quinn beckoned him, enveloping his neck in her arms as she grazed his cheeks before meeting his mouth. He shuddered at the feather-like weight, closing his eyes to take in the moment. Quick, light puckers from one another raced their hearts, proliferating their essential consumption of each other for fear that their breaths would cease to exist. She parted Alasdair's lips, playing chase with his tongue before exploring it completely. She gasped, the rumble of his moan and skilled play invoking sentiments so primal that her pussy moistened. He groped and squeezed her soft, plump breast with his large palms, before pulling and flicking her pert, redden nipples. Her mumbles became bemoans brimming with pleasure.

Alasdair leaned into her ears, his voice so deep it could have been mistaken for a growl.

"You didn't answer from before…"

Quinn mumbled, slipping into carnal gratification from Alasdair's touches. He smirked, gliding his hand towards her pussy before playing with her clit. She squealed, bucking under his touch, her breathing growing heavier.

"I asked a question…do you like what you see?"

No response. Alasdair lightly spanked her hips before plunging his fingers down her moist canal. Quinn gasped aloud, arching her body upwards as the warm pleasure radiated from her pussy. She shook for seconds before crumpling unto the mattress, the orgasmic energy washing over her. After steadying her breath, she spoke.

"I can't answer… I cannot see nor like what remains hidden, Alis?"

She sat at the edge of the bed, sitting face-to-face with his bulging slacks. She giggled, confusing the top dog. Discarding his belt and unbuttoning his pants, she watched them fall to his feet, revealing loose, moderately distended boxers that made her smirk. The two exchanged looks for a moment. He knew something was not right. Quinn, her look now smug, affirmed his anxiety. She flicked the tented fabric; the stiff, pitching rod barely moving.

"Alis, are you sure you want me to answer?"

"No…"

"I'm sorry, Alis," spoke Russel. "Both you and I know that such misconduct is not tolerated here. It's a civil wrong that could run us into the ground and compromise our profitability. We cannot afford to be sued by ARK Industries nor risk opportunities working with them moving forward."

Alasdair gripped his phone, the pressure cracking his screen.

"You are an exceptional asset Alis, but I support Martina's decision. I cannot allow liars to prosper at my company. With deep regret, I must terminate your employment from inSite."

Quinn's laughter echoed as Alasdair pumped his steel shaft with vigorous action. He watched her through his computer screen, gesturing at him with her index finger and thumb. Two inches. An inch and a half?

"I'm very disappointed," she spoke, unable to take her eyes off Alasdair's erection. "Truthfully, I expected a nice, maybe thick cock. I knew you weren't a Mandingo, but I definitely did not expect another cocktail sausage. Stop wanking. I want to see your alpha cock."

Alasdair nodded, cringing at the intonation and finger gestures when she said "alpha cock." Though as he slowly removed his enormous hands that had obscured his crotch, his rigid dick lurched at the acknowledgement. Quinn's gaze did not falter, her laughter resounding throughout Alasdair's apartment. Blaring in his ears. His mind. Confirming that hidden beyond his guise of top dog sat the recreant, compensating beta pup. He wanted to say it was just another POV porno. That Quinn was just another bitch paid to insult men for cash! But he couldn't help but think…was this how women would see him—a manly man that exuded so much masculinity, yet possessed a prick so subpar, barely average, if that.

His erection tensed; his bliss welled forth from his jolting shaft to his tip. The pressure inflamed little Alis with familiar titillations and throbs, carrying him far beyond the point of inevitability.

"Oh fuck!"

The beta pup groaned aloud, his sensitive cock contracting before shooting several loads up and over his head. He tried grabbing hold of his firing piston, but only managed to lose balance on his reclining chair and crash onto the ground. He laid still on the carpeted floor, his bare buttocks knocking over the twentieth bottle of beer he drank this morning. His attention faded in and out, occupied by the verbal humiliation from the playing video, before succumbing to the drunken sleep that pawed at him since his fifteenth swing of the spirits.

Quinn gazed upon his drooling, **** muscular physique, contrasted by the softening dick that rested atop his heavy family jewels, his cock now passing for her button nose. She shook her head, exhaling a deep breath.

"Oh. Oh dear. Really?"