Five `o Clock Somewhere

Several hours later, I was shutting down my computer and packing my bag. Running through the list of things I needed to deal with before Ellen kicked Karen and I out of the apartment building this weekend. Fortunately, through Ellen, we had a place to land so I didn't have to spend time trying to find a new apartment in a hurry. I cannot imagine how much a landlord in this town would take advantage of someone in a bind. Hopefully one of the women who were now so intertwined in my life had access to a truck. Otherwise I'll have to put my Tetris based expertise to work loading up my little sedan.

"Calling it quits early are we? Tsk tsk. You get a promotion and you're already getting complacent. What's next, will you be picking up golf now, Master?" Not only did the "master" take the sting out of the rebuke, but I could hear the smile in Hannah's voice.

"It is almost six, boss. Even Lindsay's clocked out for the day."

"You're management now, mister. There are going to be plenty of nights where you and I are here late, burning the midnight oil..."

"Ha! You and I both know that you seldom work late. You always talk about how important it is to separate work from the rest of our life."

"I have said that, haven't I? I guess it's true, I do like spending time at home, even if my daughter is being a right shit these days. But, master, I'll point out that I didn't say we'd be working. Just that we'd be here, late into the night, all by ourselves..."

At that point, I found myself speechless.

"Oooh...you like that idea, don't you Master? Did you know that your promotion comes with some money to to furnish your office the way you want it?" Shaking my head, I groaned as my raven haired boss walked up to me, shivering as she ran her manicured fingernails up the inseam of my pants, tracing my hardening shaft. "If I may, I think you should consider a big couch. Chairs are nice, but..."

"They're just not as conducive to collaborative team building exercises, are they?"

"Not by a long shot. You just cannot get as close to your...subordinates in chairs." With that she brought my head down to hers, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss that seemed to cause time to stop.

Hannah gently bite my lower lip as I reluctantly broke the embrace. "Well have to put something on the calendar," sensing the coming rejection Hannah groaned, "something reoccurring, I expect. But it will have to start next week. I've stalled way too much in getting out of my apartment before I get kicked out this weekend. My landlord is not going to give me any leeway on this."

The concept of a cute pout is one I've never fully understood. Nonetheless, Hannah was putting on a textbook example of it. "Fine, I guess. Just know that for shirking your duties here this week, I will be riding you extra hard next week."

"Pun intended?"

"Absolutely. Walk me to my car will you, Master?"

"Of course my dear." As I shouldered my bag, my phone lit u and chimed atop my desk, alerting me to an incoming text message. My poker face must have failed me as I read the new text.

"Something good, Master?"

What the hell, in for a penny... "See for your self Hannah." I handed my phone over to my very curious boss. "Let's see how good your dictation skills are."

"Who's Connie?"

"Someone who I believe you have quite a bit in common with these days."

"Ahhh....another one of my new sisters. Let's see what this Connie has to say..." Our departure momentarily forgotten, I sat down in my chair, pulling Hannah into my lap.

Connie ???: Mike...I've been thinking of you a lot lately...

Me: That so? I've been thinking of you too. You finally going to tell me your real name? I couldn't help but notice Hannah's eyebrow go up at that.

Connie ???: Not just yet. Soon. I promise.

Connie ???: On that front, I've got some good news, some bad news, and a present. What do you want first?

"Your pick Hannah."

"Hmm...bad news. Always better to get that out of the way first." My boss murmured as she ground her derriere into my crotch.

Connie ???: I think I've been too good on this sales trip. My trip just got extended another week. That's going to push my return back even farther.

Me: Well, that sucks that our formal meeting is getting pushed off. What's the good news?

Connie ???: As consolation for keeping me out on the road even longer than planned, I'm going to get two paid weeks off once I get back to town. Got any ideas for how I can spend that time.

Me: I am sure we can thank of a couple ideas.

Connie ???: I'm sure you can. I've got a couple items on my todo list as well. I've got to get going. They put me in a nice hotel, but the restaurants in this area close early. Before I go, I did promise you a present...

"Damn..." At this point, Hannah went rogue. She did show me the screen before sending though.

Me: By the way, do you have any idea for what you want to make Dana do? She's got something she's working on currently, but it would be good to have her next task lined up.

Connie ???: I do actually. Does the local strip club still have an amateur night?

I wasn't sure if the cackle was actually included in Connie's message, or if that was Hannah's addition. Regardless, it seemed like the idea was well received.

Connie ???: Okay, Master, I'll be in touch...later...

"Oh, I think I'm going to like her. Okay, let's get out of here, so you can move out of your apartment so you can spend more time with me."

With that, we both gathered our things and headed out of the office, locking up as we went. The sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside as we approached Hannah's car. Like the gentleman I pretend to be, I opted to wait until her engine was running before heading to my car. As it roared to life, Hannah rolled down her window, and gestured for me to come closer. I leaned down and she whispered into my ear, "I think we should make sure your new couch is leather. I think we'll save a fortune in cleaning costs...master..."

With that, she waved and drove off. I crossed the parking lot to my own car. As I sat in the driver's seat, I heard a familiar ::DING::. Now, what could this be?