Not an Ocean of Tears Nor All the Guns in the World

“Uh, sorry for grabbing you so suddenly,” Zack said, straightening his clothes as he watched Heather’s ass wiggle when she crossed the room to the door. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. The last thing he needed was to get hard again and hold them up even longer. “I knew it was coming and I didn’t want to ruin your dress like you said. Almost getting caught shocked me, and when I tensed up the floodgates just opened.”

“Sounds like you get off on getting caught. Good to know.” Heather giggled, as she peeked out the door before checking again that Zack was presentable. “It's okay. You were being considerate, and honestly, I don’t mind it a little rough sometimes.”

“I guess if I’m going to keep fucking the princess of Ravers’ Enterprises, I should keep that in mind too,” Zack fired back, lowering his voice as they passed from the room into the corridor. “At least until I knock you up, I guess.”

“Who knows though. That could take months,” Heather reminded him, biting her lip, her eyes twinkling as she looked sideways at the boy walking next to her. “And once you start-”

“Heather!”

An older woman, in her early fifties with short grey hair approached, almost entirely ignoring Zack as she grabbed Heather’s hands and cupped them fondly. She had the fierce look of a lioness, her shrewd, intelligent eyes watching the teens carefully, always, as if always looking for weakness, even when her words were as sweet as honey.

“I was so disappointed when I heard your father had chosen to name some boy to his empire,” she said wistfully, that ‘some boy’ beside them noting the skilful stinging jab at him but remaining quiet. “I had always hoped that you would take over in his retirement. A woman to show these men how it’s done, huh?” She begun to laugh, then quietened, her eyes zeroing in on Heather’s lips. “Dear, you’ve got something on your face.” She tapped the corner of her own mouth to indicate where Heather should wipe. “Almost looks like…”

“Cream!” Heather insisted, wiping her mouth hastily with her hand. “I was a little zealous with the cream puffs. Sorry, we have to go. My father’s waiting.”

Heather sidestepped Mrs. Laumann, and pulled Zack by the arm, half dragging him away as they re-entered the ballroom, the once quiet space only occupied by staff now a bustling, brimming festivity of laughing and discourse with all the tables filled, seating five or six each.

“Not a word,” Heather growled, glaring at Zack as he strained to hold back his laughter. “That was Mrs. Laumann, a member of the board. I’ll introduce you later, to all of the board, but first, I guess you should meet the rest of the family.”

Zack followed the dark-haired girl to the head table, closest to the makeshift stage, where Robert sat, joined by a man and a woman. Robert, Zack obviously knew, though perhaps not quite as well as one might expect for a man who was possibly his biological father. He knew him by name, and by reputation and by sight, having seen the man, naked as the day he was born, thrusting his large, thick cock into Zack’s mother. It was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget, and not only because he kept replaying over and over in his mind, remembering his mother’s tits swinging with each thrust, her mouth gaping open, her moans echoing off the cave walls…

The woman beside Robert he recognised as well. That thick, wavy dark hair was a perfect match for Heather’s and their eyes were a shared blue, though there was an intensity behind the colour she certainly inherited from Robert. They say if you want to know how well a woman will age, you should look at her mother. If that was true, Brooke Lakefield was evidence that Heather wasn’t going to lose an ounce of hotness over the years. Heather’s mother looked just as tight and toned as her daughter, her proud medium tits defying gravity and time as they sat high upon her chest.

On Robert’s other side was a man, younger that Heather’s father, that Zack didn’t recognise. He could hazard a guess however that he was Heather’s uncle, Daniel Ravers. Unlike big brother, Daniel had less of a reputation, preferring it seemed to remain in the shadow that Robert cast. Zack knew very little, other than his name, his relationship to Heather and that he was on the board. But he and Heather’s mother both were, which meant they already knew that he was there to replace Robert as CEO.

“Mom, Daniel,” Heather said as they approached the table, looking at each as she named them. “This is Zack Bishop.”

“Hello,” Zack said politely, shaking their hands and taking a seat between Heather and her mother. She had moved quickly, seating herself beside Daniel and forcing Zack to act as a buffer between them. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Nice for you, perhaps,” Brooke remarked, while Daniel simply assessed him with shrewd eyes. “Not that I begrudge your acquaintance. I’m sure you’re a fine young man…a fine young man who’s set to become the face of a multi-billion company.”

“Mom!” Heather hissed with embarrassment through gritted teeth. “You can’t go judging him after you already voted to let him take over.”

“I did…but not because I trusted this kid that I don’t know,” her mother said with a frown, her eyes sweeping over her daughter’s body, noting the glistening sheen of exertion on her skin and warm glow that seemed to emulate from deeper within. Since she’d become sexually active, her daughter had adopted her father’s casual outlook to sex. As such, Brooke had become more familiar with her daughter’s post-coital afterglow that she would have liked. And it perturbed her to recognise the signs and symptoms of her satisfaction here, at the dinner table, having just emerged, late, from a room with Zack. Hadn’t Robert said this boy was his son?

Robert stood, sensing that tensions were already building between his ex-wife and their daughter. Now that everyone was present it was time to begin with the evening’s festivities, but part of him was using the interruption to defuse the current situation. If he was speaking, they couldn’t very well be arguing. Neither would ever have embarrassed him publicly in that way; they knew their roles as ex-wife and daughter well, having perfected the act down to an art, regardless what was happening in private.

The tables fell silent as the CEO of Ravers Enterprises took to the stage. He stood in front of the microphone, the stand perfectly positioned for his height in advance. Wetting his lips softly, he cast an eye around the room. All the board members were here tonight, unusual for what everyone else believed to be a routine charity event. There were some community business owners in attendance as well, many who would like nothing more than to see him fail to make way for them. And, he noticed, a few news representatives, bored and suspecting an uneventful night, wondering how to boost their careers. Robert smiled, imagining the papers tomorrow.

“Every year I host this charity dinner and every year, someone, somewhere asks me why. The cynics amongst you believe that it’s purely PR, I’m sure. And that’s nice, true, but to host a charity such as this is also a great honor. If by giving them a platform and a place to be heard, I can help just one other person on this planet then it’s worth everything that I can do,” Robert began, speaking confidently and clearly with the adeptness of a man with years of public-speaking experience. “When I consider all the good works that they do, year-round, hosting this one event is actually a very small gesture, though, I know, sitting in this grandiose ballroom, it probably doesn’t seem like it, but you can take my word for it. It’s small.”

Robert looked to Heather who gave him a tight nod, unnoticed to many, but seen by her mother, who turned to Robert with narrowed eyes. Swallowing and looking back to the masses, Robert continued, “though, I must confess, if you’ll permit me, I wish to be just a little bit selfish right now and talk about myself. Talking with the fine people of this charity, hearing the trials and troubles they experience day in, day out, the difficulties of the people that they help, it puts life in perspective. Especially now, as I grow older. I know, I know, some of you are grumbling because forty-two isn’t that old. I’m still a spring-chicken compared to some of you old coots. But, when you spend your life in an office, reviewing figures and margins, you begin to see life in numbers, statistics, and miss how precious life is.”

“It is therefore, with careful consideration, that I am stepping down from active participation in the day to day affairs of Ravers Enterprises,” Robert announced, the room coming alive with murmurs as the words passed his lips. “I wish to spend my time, while I have it, to enjoy the company of my family. My daughter, Heather, will soon go off to college. I want to cherish the time I have with her. I want to see the world from a villa rather than a conference room. With this retirement, I want to recapture the individuality of people, and get away from the numbers. And, of course, I want to squeeze in a few more rounds of golf before lunch.”

“That’s the present. I want to talk about the future though. If you donate today, the future is bright and safe and clean for all of us and our children. Ravers Enterprises’ future is equally bright, in the hands of my child, my son, Zack Bishop.” Robert motioned for Zack to join him on the stage. “Yes, you heard me correctly, my son. All of you are aware of my divorce, and I make no excuses for the indiscretions I made as a young man.” He held up his hands, as if pleading guilty, though making no mention of the indiscretions he’d made recently, or planned to make later that night. “But that is the past, and I want to talk about the future.”

“When I was a young man, I was full of ambition and drive and I had the energy to achieve it all. And I did achieve it all. With every successful goal attained, I set new ones, and pushed myself further and further. Until my priorities began to change. I’m not the man I once was. I still have ambition and drive, but for different things, and not enough energy to divide amongst everything.” Robert put an arm around Zack, as he drew up beside his mother’s lover. “That is why it only makes sense to step aside and let the next generation, who have what it takes, to set their goals and achieve their dreams. Personally, I’m excited for the future, and I think you will be too when you hear from him.”

Robert pivoted towards Zack and shook his hand, a few flashes going off as the reporters scrambled to immortalise the moment when Ravers Enterprises passed from one to the other. The murmuring in the crowd grew, though remained hushed as they awaited Zack’s input. He looked around the room and swallowed hard. He wasn’t normally shy but there were a lot of people in this large ballroom, and they were all watching him, waiting to hear what he had to say for himself.