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Back to Business, Right? Ch. 01

By: whatthebuck9087



Well, it's finally done! Welcome to the follow up to the two-part series "Just Business", starring Brian Clancy and Emma Stone! If you haven't read those two entries I highly recommend it as plot details here may be confusing if you haven't read the previous series. There is also a large explanation of the plot itself before part two. 

A word of warning; there will not be many sex scenes in this chapter, and all of them will be video chats and sexting. If you are here for some of the back to back scenes that were in "Just Business" you'll have to wait for a later chapter. I wanted to really flesh out Brians home and set up the story for later chapters as best as possible to leave room for more intimacy later. This, and Brian and Emma are a thousand miles apart and video sex can be more tricky than real physical sex (though it is interesting to write!). 

A big thanks to user Robertdoc for his proofread and support during the writing process. I can heartily recommend any aspiring writer to find an editor, even if not a professional one. Just an extra pair of eyes looking over your work can make a huge difference in the final product. And of course, special thanks to the readers and fans of the series as well as my loving wife who supports me through thick and thin and is the best partner a man could hope for. 

Glad to be back, here we go.

The plane ride back to Texas was gruesomely long. Even with a laptop and airline wifi all I could think about was Emma. She told me not to call her till I was back home. I passed the time with some weird flash games and an old episode of "24" I had forgotten was downloaded to my laptop. Luckily the flight was only three hours, but with the time difference I didn't get back in my car in the airport parking garage until 2 AM. I texted her just before pulling into the dark and empty Austin roads; 

"Hey, I'm home. I'll call you tomorrow... tired as hell. Night" 

I hadn't driven around Austin this late at night in a little under 10 years. I tried to focus on work related ordeals but I could feel myself losing a fight with drowsiness. The drive from the airport to my small little abode just outside the city was around a half hour. My apartment was a nice little place. I was one of only six or seven other very nice people that lived in the complex. That's kind of why I moved there after learning programming. Strangers in the south are way nicer to you then in the cold, overpopulated northeast. It was funny how my room manager didn't allow pets, yet she let me keep the cat that showed up at my living room window out of the blue one day. No collar, no chip, he looked like a stray, but very calm and the most adorable thing you've ever seen. I named him Ceasar and he's been at my place ever since. How that cute and fuzzy bastard had gotten outside my apartment window that had no fire escape to paw and cry until I let him in blew my mind. 

In any case I nearly dosed off three times in those measly twenty minutes it took me to get home. Why there were no cops on the road waiting for guys like me to speed past was beyond me. It took me about five seconds to think fuck my bags and just get my suitcase the next morning. As I walked towards the door my phone went off. It was a response from Emma; 

"Okay :) Goodnight" 

I opened the door to the foyer of the complex and trudged up the stairs. I could barely remember my apartment number. Nevertheless I recognized it after a few steps and had a fun and slow attention skirmish to get the key into the lock. I eventually unlocked it and stumbled inside. I didn't even turn on any lights, just kicked off my shoes, lazily pulled off my shirt, and began undoing my belt. As I got it off I bumped into the wall near my bedroom door and cringed at the small pain on my forehead. The last thing I remember was collapsing onto the bed with my pants still on. 

The next time my eyes opened it was noon according to my phone. As I started to get out of bed I heard something from the window. I looked over to see good old Ceaser pawing at the glass. I smiled weakly and opened the window. Ceasar jumped in and rubbed against my leg. 

"Hey there pal, miss me?" 

He chirped a quick reply and walked casually out of the bedroom. I followed him into my kitchen where he glanced anxiously at an empty dish on the floor. I reached into a cabinet and pulled out a small bag of cat food, then poured some into his bowl. He always did this thing where he would sit down and wait for you to pet his head before he began eating. I proceeded to do so. 

"You're welcome you cute little freeloader." 

I got up and walked over to the front door, which in my tired stupor had not been locked the previous night. I walked out to my car and retrieved my gear. I pulled out my phone and called Emma as I unzipped it with one hand. After a few rings she picked up. 

"Hey!" she said enthusiastically 

"Hello!" I responded 

"How was your flight?" she asked. 

I stopped shuffling through my stuff and leaned against the wall next to the bedroom door. "Ehhhh it was fine, surprised I had the energy to drive home at 2 AM." 

She snickered, "You drove home at 2 AM? I thought you were already at your place when you texted me." 

I smiled, "No that was around when I left the airport. I, for better or worse, drove through the abandoned streets of Texas." 

"Wow, did you just wake up?" 

"About ten minutes ago, yeah" 

"Well what are you doing now?" 

I leaned forward and walked back to my bed, then rifled through my stuff again, taking out the untouched suit and laptop, "Just unpacking my stuff, what about you?" 

"Oh nothing, just sitting here looking over my cool new tablet..." 

I narrowed my eyes, "What?" 

"Yeah, it was weird. It showed up on my coffee table when I got back from dropping you off at the airport." 

I looked over my stuff again. "Hmmmmmm, was this tablet open to a webpage about computers? A website called TechSpot?" 

"Yeah, how did you know?" I hinted an overly innocent tone in her voice. 

I knew I left something behind. 

"Wow," I laughed once, "What are you doing with my tablet?" 

She laughed back, "Just surfing the web... do you just read about computers and technology with this?" 

"Pretty much, it is my job and that is the only thing that tablet was really designed for." 

She scoffed, "I can tell, this thing looks a little outdated." 

I looked up at the wall in front of me, feigning offense, "Hey I got that from a dumpster thank you very much!" 

I heard her laugh on the other end of the line, "I do hope you cleaned it after finding it." 

I snickered and picked up my suit, carrying it to my closet. "As best as one can with a tablet, yes." 

Her laughing died down after a few seconds. "Okay, so what else can this thing do?" 

I shrugged, which I knew she couldn't see. "Don't know, haven't used it for much other than casual web surfing." 

"Oh? Like what?" 

I turned back and grabbed the other loose clothes packed in my suitcase. 

"I don't know, I think I went onto YouTube and maybe reddit once or twice." 

There was silence for a moment. 

"Anything else?" 

She seemed to be somewhat interrogating in her questions. 

"No, don't think so, why?" 

More silence. 

"Oh I don't know" I suddenly heard an odd sound in the background. It was faint, and sounded somewhat like a hand banging on a wall. Then it slowly became louder, and I heard a woman moaning and whining. 

Oh here we go... 

"What... are you watching?" I asked chuckling to myself. 

I heard giggling mix into the erotic sounds Emma was playing into the phone. 

"Oh, that? I just uhhh..." she giggled again, "went into your... older videos..." 

I stopped and looked around in confusion. 

"What older videos?" 

I never kept any porn on that thing did I? 

"Just a few pages into your previously opened links..." Emma replied 

I was legitimately confused as to where she had found the video. And she really seemed entertained by my innocent befuddlement. I could still hear it playing in the background, which sure didn't help me think. 

That's when it hit me. I had been going through reddit just before I left for L.A. a week ago, and I had gone over some not-so safe-for-work links as a bit of... stress management so I wouldn't be nervous the entire trip up to the meeting. Turns out my efforts had been in vain, but my tablet didn't know that. 

"Oh, now I remember!" I expressed my thoughts out loud. "I was just getting some stress relief." 

Emma laughed once. "Yeah, I can tell." 

"I was nervous about the business meeting in L.A.; I swear I really don't watch good ol' fashioned porn that often." 

"Uh huh..." she mused disbelievingly. 

"I swear!" I pursued. "If I could show you my laptop and desktop internet history right now I would!" 

She kept laughing, "Brian its fine! I really don't care! Although it was kind of cute listening to you trying to defend yourself with dignity..." 

I scoffed. "Yeah, I try." 

I heard the porn noises cease and smirked. "Got old did it?" 

She giggled. "A little yeah, I always wondered how people can get into porn so much when it's so obviously fake." 

I laughed once. "That's exactly how I view it. Believe me I used to watch it all the time when I was younger. Now, I can barely watch the stuff that looks believable." 

"Oh I know," she agreed, "you just cannot beat the passion and unaltered emotion of real sex, without the cameras." 

"Yeah especially when it's with a stunning actress..." I said under my breath. 

"I'm sorry what?" she replied almost instantly. 

"Nothing!" I dodged. 

"Oh yeah, nothing my 'stunning actress' ass!" she said. 

"Well it's true you know." I replied picking up my now empty suitcase and setting against a wall. 

"Awww even when I can only hear you I want to kiss you." 

I could feel myself blushing. 

"Well now I wish you were here you could." 

"See here I am missing you already." She said. 

"Not as much as I'm missing you I can guarantee..." I replied. 

"Oh Brian you're so sweet, I just want to come over there and pin you onto your goddamn bed!" 

I snickered and walked over to my bed and laid down. 

"Done, what now?" 

She burst out laughing on the other end. 

"Oh! Didn't expect you to actually do it... Hmmmm" 

I snickered again. "Well, I'm not pinned to the bed, but I didn't think you'd mind." 

"Oh, I definitely don't mind sweetie..." she seemed to be really... relaxed about it. It seemed like she had some hint of new found power in her voice. 

I waited a moment. "Well?" 

"Hmmmmm" she thought "You'll do anything?" 

Oh this oughta be good... 

"Yes," I said rolling my eyes, "I suppose I will." 

"Okay," she continued, "get naked, now." 

I blinked. "Such a command... can I get a 'please'?" 

I heard her sigh, "Fine... please?" 

I grinned. "Why of course." 

With one hand I reached down and not-so-smoothly undid my pants. As I slid them down I stretched to readjust myself while keeping a hold on the phone. 

"Okay" I said after my pants had been discarded, "It wasn't the prettiest of pant removals but it's done, what next?" 

I could tell she was pondering what to do with me next, almost like some weird dominatrix thing. It was odd but I didn't care. It was Emma fucking Stone, who the hell would? 

"All right, now, I want your cock hard for me. Would you be ever so kind as to do that?" 

I laid back and kept grinning. I could already feel her voice making her request a reality below my waistline. All that kept me confined now was my underwear. 

"I don't think I'll have to put in much effort listening to you talk like that." 

"Oh, is my baby getting hard just from hearing me sweet talk him?" she soothed. 

"You fuckin bet he is." I replied crassly. 

I heard her chuckle once huskily. "Good, glad to be making an impact." 

I smirked to myself. "All right, what shall I do next?" 

"Hmmmmmm are you thinking about me right now?" she asked innocently. 

"Absolutely I am!" I replied eagerly. "Every inch of your goddamn gorgeous body." 

"Awwww you're too sweet, you jerking off thinking about it yet?" 

I looked down, and confirmed my hand had indeed not subconsciously started rubbing my cock. 

"Not yet, but all it takes to change that is a few inches of movement." I stated. 

She giggled. "God you're cute when you talk like that." 

I grinned wide at her compliment. "Why thank you, you're cute in just about every way." 

"Oh?" she countered. "I can think of a few things you might not consider cute. Nevertheless, why don't you start rubbing that cock for me?" 

"Yes ma'am" I responded while grabbing my member and starting to slowly stroke it. 

"Good boy." She confirmed to me. 

"May I ask if you are commencing in a similar activity?" I asked, somehow already knowing the answer. 

"Am I jerking my dick off?" she joked. "No, I can't say I'm doing THAT. I am rubbing my clit if that's what you meant..." 

I chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I meant." 

"Well in that case, I certainly am!" she admitted again. 

"Yeah? How's it feel?" I asked. 

Now, admittedly I had never really had sex over the phone or anything even close. The last time I had a girlfriend that would even be on that level, sexting and the like wasn't exactly the most mainstream known couple activity. Plus my phone sucked at texting anyway at the time, so even normal conversation with her would be done through calling. 

Nonetheless, I felt very comfortable doing it with Emma. It seemed just as normal as regular sex even though there were obvious restraints. 

"Oh it feels absolutely luscious Brian!" she cooed to me. 

Instantly the semi-joking manner we had both been adding into the erotic conversation died off. Her tone was giving off she was getting into it, so I took the hint and gave it my all as one would say. 

"Really?" I said in a low tone. "Tell me about it." 

"Tell you about what?" she mused innocently. 

I narrowed my eyes and looked off smiling. "Tell me about you rubbing that sweet savory pussy." 

She giggled. "You mean how my fingers are slowly sliding over my damp, glistening lips while I think about impaling myself on your throbbing cock?" 

I blinked and began speeding up in rubbing myself. I had only been gone for less than a day and here I was, having phone sex with my girlfriend, my celebrity girlfriend no less. 17-year old me would be so fucking jealous right now. 

I then realized that I hadn't had phone sex with someone since around the time I was 17, with my first girlfriend. And that was years ago, now voice clarity was much better line-to-line. It was also a much different experience with Emma as she was much different than any girl I had been with before. My only starting point was to pretend I wasn't on the phone with her and act like I was watching her. 

"Yeah, I'll bet you'd love to have me shove my cock inside of you right now." 

I heard her groan a little and breathe out heavily. "Yessss I'd love that." 

"Yeah? You wish I was there rubbing your clit for you, making you cum all over me?" 

She groaned again. "Oh fuck yeah I do! God damn I want you to make me cum!" 

I held the phone close to me and kept speaking in a low tone. 

"Oh make you cum all over my cock while I pound into you Emma?" 

I could hear her breathing become quick and short moaning spurts coming through the line as I talked. 

"Yes Brian! Please make me cum for you baby!" 

I stroked myself faster. 

"Like when I fucked you against the wall of your shower?" I growled. 

"Yes baby just like that! Oh fuck keep going! Fuck!" she cooed back to me. 

"Yeah and how I rammed myself in and out of your slick pussy until you exploded right there in my arms." 

She groaned again. "Fuck yes Brian keep going!" 

"And how I shoved my cock into you until I shot all of my cum deep inside of you..." 

"Fuck yes I want it! I want your fucking cum Brian yes!" she said breathlessly. 

"You want my cum Emma? How bad do you want me to cum for you?" 

I heard her stop and grunt slightly "Oh fuck Brian I want it so bad! I want you to cum with me!" 

I could feel myself ready to cum. I kept jerking myself off and let my mind envision every memory of Emma and I it could. 

"Fuck Emma I'm gonna cum!" I grunted. "Cum with me baby, cum with me!" 

"Oh god!" she moaned. "Baby I'm about to cum! Fuck I'm gonna cum!" 

I could feel my orgasm fighting to take me. 

"That's it Emma baby doll, cum with me! Cum for me!" I groaned. 

She got louder than she had been up to then. 

"Brian... Brian... Brian! Fuck I'm cumming! Baby!" she yelled. 

I felt my orgasm wash over me like hers was, and groaned out loud as I felt my cum shoot out onto my stomach. 

"Oh fuck I'm cumming too! Oh god fuck!" I grunted loudly. 

"Cum with me Brian! Fucking cum!" Emma whined into the phone. 

"Oh god damn! Fuck!" I yelled again as I felt the last of my cum oozing out onto my waist. 

"That's it... that's it..." Emma said as she calmed down herself and got quieter. 

"Holy shit!" I groaned. 

She gave a heavy single sigh and laughed once. "Wow that was fun!" 

I sighed myself and looked down at myself. 

"Man, I made a wee bit of a mess." 

She laughed more. "Yeah, I sort of did too!" 

I grinned. "Helluva morning chat I must say." 

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun!" she said. 

We both just calmed our breathing down for a few seconds. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" Emma asked. 

"Depends," I replied, "are you secretly a man?" 

She chuckled, "No." 

"Yeah sure, what is your secret?" I asked back. 

"I've... I don't know... I've always been afraid of phone sex." 

I raised my eyes. "Really?" 

"Yep. Never done it, always thought it would be weird and emotionless." 

I chuckled. "Well, was this as you expected?" 

"Oh fuck no!" she cried, "that was almost as good as the real thing!" 

I laughed a bit, "Really? Well I would be inclined to agree." 

"I had fun Brian; I can definitely see doing this with you more often!" 

I smiled. "I see absolutely no problem with that." 

She sighed. "Why did I know you wouldn't?" 

I shrugged, "Don't know." 

I got up and grabbed a dirty towel from my dirty clothing pile, and used it to clean up quickly. 

"So what are you up to today?" I asked. 

"Well," she replied, "I have a meeting with my agent in an hour to talk about my year. I just called to say 'hi' and well... get that off my chest." 

I laughed once. "You couldn't wait one day?" 

She scoffed. "Oh not at all! I masturbated for a long time after I got back from dropping you off yesterday." 

I felt my mouth subconsciously open, "Damn." 

"Oh yeah, I usually don't do that often. But I was thinking of you." 

I snickered. "Believe me if I had the energy to do so, I would have done the same thing." 

"Oh I know. Trust me, I hate jetlag." 

I nodded. "Yeah I imagine you would." 

I walked into the kitchen and leaned against a counter. 

"Well, I need a shower then I'll probably go to the store and find some edibles of a sort to eat for the next week. My house is barren." 

"Oh okay" Emma responded. "I think I'll do that too. As you saw, my place was pretty damn empty too." 

I scoffed. "Yeah it certainly was." 

"All right, well text me when you get back. If I'm meeting with my agent I won't respond so don't panic." 

I grinned. "I won't." 

"Okay" she sounded like she was moving around as well. 

I leaned up. "I'll call you in a few hours." 

"Okay" she sighed, "Bye Brian" 

"Bye Emma" I said before hanging up and setting my phone beside me. 

True to my word, I went shopping and picked an odd assortment of items for the next week. I was an odd shopper, and liked a mix of healthful foods as well as a few guilty pleasures from the frozen section. Before I knew it, it was 3 P.M. and I was back in my place. I texted Emma as I walked up the stairs to my apartment. 


Back to Business, Right? Ch. 01



"Back home. Text me when your free." 

I walked into my apartment and put away all my acquired goods, then decided it was nap time. I usually didn't take naps, especially on weekends when my free time was at its most plentiful. But being on my feet for a few hours after a plane ride I had only barely recovered from took a bigger toll on me than expected. Before I knew it I was back on my bed drifting off. 

The next time I woke up was to my phone going off. 

I leaned up and rubbed my eyes, looked at the clock (it was around 4) and looked at my phone. It was Emma. 

"Hey" I said groggily. 

"Hey to you!" she replied cheerfully. "You sound tired." 

I scoffed slightly "I am, just took a nice nap." 

"You take those often?" she asked. 

"Nope. Not at all. Just was tired." I replied. 

"Oh okay." 

"So," I said, eager to change the subject, "how was your meeting?" 

"Oh fine. Standard stuff I already knew, nothing big. I have a few directors meetings I didn't know about scheduled for the week, but otherwise everything is normal." 

"Cool. Glad to hear it." I replied 

"How about you? Have fun shopping?" 

I grinned. 

"Oh absolutely!" I said in a fake girlish drawl. "Girl I got these cute ass shoes and some sexy bras and saw this hunky man buying toaster strudels!" 

She burst out laughing. "Oh okay! Toaster strudels eh?" 

"Hey now!" I kept the tone, and got mock-defensive. "I saw his sexy ass first, girl his strudels are all mine!" 

She kept laughing. "God damn! And here I am with a guy that just took his sexy ass halfway across America!" 

I returned to my normal tone. "Oh I got a sexy ass do I?" 

She giggled. "Yeah, little bit." 

I chuckled. "Well, that ass of yours ain't looking to bad either." 

"Awwww trying to sneak another sexting chat?" 

I threw my free hand up. "I was just complimenting you, but okay!" 

She laughed and sighed. "Oh Brian what will I do with you?" 

"Throw me in bed and call me naughty names." I replied quickly. 

She snickered. "Oh yeah? Little submissive tonight?" 

"I don't know, you'll have to dig deeper to find out." I mused. 

"All right Brian, we'll see." She hinted. 

After a few seconds a revelation I had made earlier hit me. 

"Oh, speaking of that. Remember the tablet I left there?" 

She laughed once. "The tablet I found porn on? Yeah, ever so vaguely" 

"Okay, open it up and go to the list of apps." 

"All right, one sec" I heard her walking and then the noise of my tablet unlocking came over the phone. After another second or so, she came back. 

"All right, what next?" 

"Scroll down and look for something called 'Skype'." I said. 

It was silent for another few seconds. 

"Brian?" 

"Yes?" 

"...Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" 

I leaned against a wall. "What do you think I'm suggesting Emma?" 

"Could... we could video chat?" she asked. 

"I've got a laptop with a webcam, that tablet has a camera, why not?" 

"Could we do... you know... that... without anyone seeing?" 

"Unless someone is watching the feed live or screen captures it we'll be fine." 

"Well how do we keep that from happening?" she asked. 

"We both make fake accounts under inconspicuous names, simple." 

"Okay," she replied eagerly. "You're gonna have to walk me through it though, I don't wanna fuck something up and then have my naked chest flowing all over the web." 

I snickered once. "Trust me, I'll make sure it's as private as it is in real life." 

She sighed. "Even that's pushing it..." 

I looked off. "True..." 

In about ten minutes we both had created fake accounts using random names. Emma had thought up "ShmexyLexi30" while I was going under the entirely untraceable "Le FireBreatherDude" ("How sexy" Emma had said sarcastically.). Before I knew it, there she was in digital form, talking to me live like we were a foot away from each other. 

And no, we didn't even have another mutual masturbation session. Being the goofballs we were, we spent the next few hours screwing with the camera angles and just talking about this and that, almost like that first day at her apartment. It was sweet, romantic, and virtual sex wasn't even involved. I don't even know how time passed so quickly. We talked about her life in acting, my life in high school, some of the roles she had played, my job and my life interests, her run in with the media and behind the scene type stuff from all of the interviews she had done recently. We stayed up all night just talking. 

When the sun cracked the horizon on Sunday, we had both passed out in front of our respective devices, video chat still going live. I drifted awake first, and noticed she was asleep against her bed, like I was. I looked up at the clock next to me, then checked my phone. I looked back at Emma sleeping through her camera. I smiled and typed into the text box. 

"Whenever you wake up, it's around 8 AM my time, and I'm going to make up for lost sleep for the next few hours. Call me when you wake up and if I'm awake as well I will be happy to pick up." 

I ended the call and shut my almost dead laptop, then set it on the ground next to my bed and drifted off. 

I woke up around 2 in the afternoon. Emma hadn't called me, and I wasn't that surprised. 

I got up and walked into the kitchen. Ceasars bowl was empty, so I filled it up. Then I walked back into the bedroom. I still felt tired. I sat down at my idle desktop and spun it up. A quick log-in to my email, a simple peruse over reddit and I found myself almost about to fall asleep again. I yawned and got up, walking back to my bed. 

Then my phone started ringing. I picked it up and saw it was Emma. 

"Hey there," I answered. 

I heard her yawn, "Hi." 

I smirked, "You sound tired." 

"You do too," she replied simply. 

"I am," I said, "I haven't stayed up all night since I was in college." 

"Same here, it's been a few years at best." Her voice really did sound weak. 

"I had fun last night." I changed the subject. 

"I did too Brian," she said with sincerity, "It was fun. Not even sex fun. Just good down to earth fun." 

I smiled. "It was. Don't know if I have energy for a sexual encounter tonight." 

She laughed once weakly. "I definitely don't, sorry." 

I shrugged. "Don't be, it was worth it." 

She sighed. "You are so romantic Brian, and you sound just as exhausted as me." 

I smirked. "I guess." 

"Well I know," she assured, "I am glad I stayed up with you." 

"I'm glad I stayed up with you too Em" I said. 

She giggled once, "Found your first pet name?" 

I shrugged. "It's simple, and not corny." 

"You're right, I like it." She agreed. 

I yawned again. 

"Well, how about we both take a nap and talk later when we aren't about to pass out?" I asked. 

I could hear her yawn back at me. "I like that too, let's do that." 

I grinned, "All right, all talk to you later." 

"Okay," she replied, "Bye Brian" 

"Sleep tight Em." 

I put my phone down and looked back at my bed, then fell right on top of it, letting sleep take me once again. 

I woke back up around seven. I still felt tired, but was able to get up and get a quick bite from a box of Cheez-Its I had lying around. I picked up my laptop and saw Emma had logged onto Skype using her esteemed alter-ego. I called her. 

She picked up after a few seconds, and boy she looked more tired than me. I could see a window behind her and observed the orange glow of the setting sun pass over her head. 

"Hi baby." She said with a cute smile. 

"Hey Em" I said back. 

She tilted her head around in a circle motion and yawned. 

"You still tired?" she asked. 

I nodded, "Yeah kind of, probably going to go to sleep soon even though I normally wouldn't do so for a few hours or so." 

"Yeah, I slept for an hour or so," she said, "then woke up and watched a few movies on cable. I didn't want to wake you if you were asleep. Glad you called, but you caught me right as I was starting to pass out again." 

I smiled, "Well that's sweet of you to let me sleep. But you do indeed look tired." 

She raised an eyebrow. "You do too." 

"Hey" I put my hands up, "I have you and jetlag to thank for my current state. You're just out of practice." 

She crossed her arms, "You told me you were too." 

I looked up, then smiled again, "I did say that I'll admit." 

We both shared another yawn. 

"I think I may just watch a movie or two myself then head to bed for the night." I said. 

She nodded, "I think I'll just head to bed now thank you very much." 

I scoffed, "All right Em. I'll probably wake up before you tomorrow cause I have to go to work..." 

She shrugged me off, "Oh yeah, do that. I'll text you when I wake up. Wait, can you be on your phone at work?" 

I nodded once, "Yeah its fine." 

"Okay," she said conclusively, "Then I'll do that." 

We both sighed. I stretched my arms in front of me. "Well, I think I'll be off then." 

She nodded, "All right. I really did enjoy talking to you last night Brian, and I wouldn't change it for the world." 

I grinned. "I wouldn't dare change it either. I'm glad we did this." 

She leaned forward and kissed her screen. "Me too." 

I laughed once and followed suit, making her giggle. 

"God that was cheesy" I said as I pulled my head back. 

She nodded in her slight laughing fit, "Yeah, but it was romantic too." 

I chuckled a few more times, "All right, well I'll talk to you tomorrow Emma." 

"Okay," she smiled, "Night Brian" 

"Night" I said as I clicked off the call. 

I leaned back and looked around, realizing I had shifted myself back into bed. I opened up the internet and watched some weird romantic comedy online before the jetlag and sleep synching errors took their toll and put me back to sleep for the night. 

I woke up to my alarm and felt surprisingly spritely for a Monday morning. It might have been the weekend that had me in a good mood, the jetlag might have worn off, or maybe just the prospect of getting back to the office. 

Either way, I got up and trudged into the kitchen, where Ceasar was pawing on the window, no doubt fresh off a night of exploring the town and scouring for small rodents. I walked over and hastily let him in, then walked back to my fridge and pulled a bottle of carbonated water out. 

Despite what I had told Emma our first night together, my diet had improved greatly from what it was in college, and I often found myself eating and drinking very healthy things simply because they were simple and easy. My appetite in the morning had never really existed, even when I was a kid, and I usually didn't eat a large amount until around lunch or dinner. 

I sipped on my water and walked back into my bedroom, flipping on my main computer. 

I usually had about an hour before I needed to leave for work so I commonly spent my time either writing or browsing random areas of YouTube. 

Emma was two hours behind me, so at around eight in the morning I doubted she would be up for a while. I took the time to catch up on whatever news I could and taking the opportunity to Google pictures of Emma. I didn't even masturbate to them; I just spent ten minutes perusing random photo shoot photos and paparazzi photos. Hey, I was allowed to do it before, and now the stalking guilt that someone might feel doing it rightfully wasn't there. 

As I drove in, I thought back over the past few weeks. My trip to L.A. had been in vain, but the implication of the fact it was in vain gave me confidence and satisfaction. 

It made me think back to the entire history of the company I had helped build from the ground up. 

Our company dealt in computer hardware. Motherboards, memory, graphics and video cards, wireless routers, things of that nature. A friend of mine had founded it after two years in a business class at a local college. I offered to help him start it up after the job market fell through and I found myself unemployed for the better part of half a year. So we started a company. The thing that our company liked to say put us above the rest was the consumers ability to modify and adjust our products to their liking, with options being easier to access and varying greater than other types of hardware on the market. Our entrance into the computer consumer marketplace was fairly recent, but our products proved popular and sold well for a budding company like ours. 

Still, our marketing and advertising department was just as inexperienced in a world of consumers as one would expect of a new company. That was the purpose of our merger with the L.A. branch of INTELICOM. Their company had been manufacturing computer hardware and software for a little over two decades. We didn't go to them for help selling our product, as it was doing well in the audience we gave it to in the central Texas area. Our purpose of the merger was to open ourselves to the mainstream computing consumer base, across the country. The west coast was our first big jump. In return for their marketing assistance, INTELICOM receives 35% of all sales that are made across our new audience. 

It was a more than fair deal, one that the division of INTELICOM based in Los Angeles easily accepted. Within the next few months our new marketing and research department would be giving us the ideas for our second line of products. Until then, it was mostly paperwork across state lines and selling the products we still had in stock. 

All this I already knew going to work. But it fluttered around in my head as I tried to take my focus off of Emma and back to my job. Still, she seemed to be lingering in the back of my head. Not really to a point of annoyance on the part of my psyche, but just as sort of an occasional reminder that she was there. 

Before I knew it, I had almost unconsciously reached the office and had parked the car. I looked around and rubbed my eyes then shut off my car and grabbed my laptop case. 

Walking into the office felt oddly normal, like the past few days had truly been a vacation and now I was back to my daily grind. I smiled to myself, greeted a few office mates at the door, and made my way to the main room. 

Our little administrative operation was housed in a neat little one story office complex. A lobby that we used mainly for breaks and socializing rather than an entrance led into the main room, where we had a maze of cubicles manned by interns and lower end employees. Surrounding the room was higher end offices and meeting rooms. My bosses office was conveniently located two doors down from mine, with a large meeting room separating us. 

Now don't get me wrong, we were a new company and so while it may seem like everything was organized and clean kept, that was far from the real world. Derelict computers torn apart and currently being operated on were scattered on desks, across cubicle floors, lining the walls, and many were kept in the corners of our meeting spaces. It was run like you would expect newly graduated twenty something year olds would run an office. It worked nonetheless, and I enjoyed seeing computer operating tables in every workspace. 

Our office also had a basement. It was a large warehouse type setting where the brunt of our product was kept. In fact, most parts sold were shipped from our office. Our production line was about three miles away in a small facility we inherited from a dying brick and mortar company. 

I wasn't always the biggest proponent of our merger with INTELICOM. They were a respectable company but I enjoyed our little homegrown grassroots group based in Austin. I also knew however, that growth was required at some point and without it our company that I had been a part of since the beginning would never go anywhere. 

I of course had accepted this long ago and so being the one to go pitch the idea to the wonderful people at INTELICOM wasn't a problem to me. 

As I walked through the clusterfuck of computers that led to my office, I gave a jolly "Good Morning" to anyone I ran into. This was normal for me, although I was the only one that knew my cheeriness wasn't simply because of my normal morning mood. 

I got to my office, threw my stuff on a chair next to my desk, and looked over the handiwork I had left behind before my trip. An old laptop I had been analyzing was disassembled and in shambles on my desk, with the main board lying in front of my computer monitor. 

I sat down and booted up my computer, then looked over the board. 

I had been looking over the possibility of creating a laptop motherboard with an interchangeable graphics card. Until this point, most laptops graphics cards were directly soldered to the board, as opposed to desktops where cards could be unplugged and changed for whatever reason. This inconvenienced many people that relied solely on a laptop simply because if the graphics card died, there was no way to replace it without replacing the entire motherboard, a complicated and lengthy task for an I.T. guy. On top of that, gamers who used laptops were stuck with the graphics capabilities the laptop came with when they bought it. There was no upgrading the card. You had to buy a newer model. 

I sighed and looked over my workstation. I had been trying to unsolder the graphics card from the motherboard so I could figure out a way to create on with a removable slot it could fit in while still being small and flush to the board. Laptop memory worked in this way, and upgrading your mobile onboard memory was a much easier task. 

As my computer booted up I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I reached and pulled it out and in front of me. It was a text from Emma. 

"Good Morning! Are you at work?" 

I leaned back and typed out a reply. 

"Good morning to you as well. Yes, but don't worry. I am allowed to be on my phone while I'm here as long as it's not during a meeting or something too important" 

As it sent I felt oddly like this little relationship I was in had been going on much longer than it actually had. I wasn't surprised to hear from Emma this early in the morning, and I was even expecting it to a certain degree. It reminded me of the joys of dating and those mental games you play with yourself to decide what goes too far and what doesn't. When the minutes between texts feel like hours and all that. Not to mention the mental argument you have with yourself when you see another woman that is even mildly attractive. 

Man, that chick is hot! 

No, no, I have a girlfriend. 

Yeah, but if you didn't... 

I suppose... 

Dude, that's the girl from that one movie! Damn, what I would do to her! 

I guess up until this point I had always seen celebrities on a different level when it came to girls I felt attracted to. I remember a specific point in my last relationship where I was watching some romantic comedy by myself, and Cameron Diaz came on screen for the first time. And I got that thought of "man if I wasn't dating such and such". Then my mind switches. "Oh, that's right. She's an actress. When would I ever get a chance at that?" 

I fiddled with the motherboard in front of me and let out a slight snicker as the irony of that last thought hit me. 

My phone vibrated again. 

"Oh, okay, cool! Man now I feel so useless just sitting here all day." 

I shook my head slightly with a smile. "Are you kidding? I would love to be in your position! Instead I toil away with circuits and wires 9 to 5" 

I opened up a sort of journal program on my computer and typed away a summary of the work in front of me. 

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. 

"Yeah?" I answered. 

Craig opened it and walked in. "Hey man, how was L.A.?" 

I took a breath and shrugged. "Fine I guess... was sort of bored without a meeting to go to." 

He laughed. "Yeah. Sorry about sending you out there on nothing, but we got in contact with them last minute and they seemed to have already accepted the contract." 




Back to Business, Right? Ch. 01



I shrugged again. "Whatever, it was fun anyway." 

I heard my phone vibrate on the desk. Craig did too, but he was so lenient about office policy you could be watching porn on the computer and he would just laugh and tell you to finish quickly so you could get back to work. In this case he simply ignored it. 

He started to close the door again. "Well, good to have you back. Office wide meeting in twenty, we have to go over policy now that INTELICOM has accepted our merger contract." 

"You got it." I said picking up my phone. 

He walked out leaving the door open slightly. I checked my phone. 

"Oh poor you, the job you told me you love no less!" 

I shrugged to myself. 

"I do love it, but even doing what you love can get boring or tedious at some point." 

I wrote a few notes in my journal and looked around for a soldering iron I knew I kept somewhere in my office. I shuffled a few things around and pulled out the cheap soldering station I used for work on circuit boards, then checked my phone again. 

"Preaching to the choir Bri :)" 

Hmmmm, so the pet names begin... 

"Yeah, I had a feeling you could relate to that... Em" 

I snickered gently as the message sent. I started up the soldering iron and began removing the graphics unit from its place on the motherboard. The chip looked a lot like the processor, except the casing that held the processor was a simple locking mechanism. 

I unsoldered the graphics unit and took a second to let it cool, looking over all of the connection pins. I wrote what I saw in my journal and used my phone to take pictures of the surface, taking the chance to check it for a response from Emma. 

"I see what you did there ;)" 

I smiled and replied. 

"So, what are you doing up at 7:45?" I sent. 

I continued working on detailing the graphics unit from the motherboard until she replied. 

"I just woke up, couldn't stop thinking about you :) And I knew you would be up so I thought I'd say hey" 

I grinned and typed out. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either :)" 

I looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes to the meeting. I knew Craig wanted my graphics option ready by the end of February, so I didn't need to worry about that. I put it aside and opened a copy of the merger contract on my computer. 

It was a whole pile of legal bullshit, and I knew what it all meant mostly because I had to in order to pitch it to the men at INTELICOM, something it turns out I never did. 

I sat there and monotonously digitally thumbed through the pages of the document. My phone went off. 

"No! Bad Brian! Do your work!" 

What was it that put a smile on my face with every text she sent? 

"I am! I can multitask!" 

I read over the provisions of the contract, and what changes would have to be made to the product logs and production tables in order to meet the terms they had put forth. My phone buzzed again. 

"...You sure can ;)" 

Oh so it's turning into that now... 

"Uhhhhh, what exactly are you doing right now?" 

I tried to keep myself distracted from the daydreams of Emma pleasuring herself a thousand miles away on her bed. 

Okay, so if they want us to increase production of the S-291 Graphics card we will have to move aside the memory units for now, unless we can buy another automatic soldering machine to create the parts and make up for the gap. 

My phone buzzed. 

"What do you think I'm doing? ;)" 

I blinked at my phone screen a few times and typed out a quick response, trying not to think too hard about her. 

"Oh come on, I'm trying to focus!" 

Now, what was I saying? Right. We could always move production to the top floor of the facility. But that would mean we would have to do something with the packaging area of the workplace. If we moved that to the basement here the overflow would be way worse than it is now, and that could be... 

"What? I'm just sitting here rubbing my sweet little pussy thinking of how much I'd love to have you here fucking my brains out. Is that a crime?" 

I shut my eyes and took a breath. 

Music! A good distraction! 

Craig didn't mind if we had music playing in our workspaces. Like I said, very lenient office environment. It wasn't odd to come into his office and hear his own playlist of rap and pop going. 

I stood up and walked over to a drawer near my desk, pulling out my office speakers. I took a glance and found Emma's text had aroused me in more than just a mental way, but ignored it in my quest. I plugged my phone in and put on a playlist of Three Days Grace, Halestorm, Metallica, and Stone Sour, then sat down and replied to Emma. 

"Really? Are you having fun? Because I'm just sitting here... working..." 

If our warehouse can't produce what we need for the contract we could also try expanding to a bigger one. But we would need to sell more product and until our marketplace extends that could take months. Months we don't have. 

I looked over the terms of contract to find whether we were allowed to expand our production line. 

There's nothing evident that would suggest we aren't allowed to expand our resources. I'll have to bring it up in the meeting. The next thing... 

My phone went off. I ignored the immense starting solo of "King Nothing" and sighed in anticipation. 

"Oh, I'm sorry baby boo :) But it feels sooooo good rubbing my wet clit" 

I set my phone down and took deep breaths, trying to regain my thoughts. I picked the phone up again. 

"Do you know what you are doing to me? I can't focus!" 

I set my phone down and focused intently on my computer screen. 

Stop thinking about it... stop... it... 

Then, like a seductive little headache, her voice popped into my head. 

"Oh fuck me Brian!" 

NO! Stop! None of that! 

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" 

No, we're not doing this... work... work... 

For some reason the music didn't seem to be helping, and only served as a droning background noise in the battle inside my head. 

"Oh shit Brian keep fucking going baby!" 

My phone went off. 

"I'm sorry Bri, I just can't help myself... it feels amazing thinking of you while I rub myself silly :)" 

I sighed and looked at my door, then back at my phone. 

She's not gonna stop, and I have a meeting soon... 

I typed out the best thing I could. 

"All right, in ten minutes I have a meeting and when that happens I am leaving my phone at my desk. You have until then to do whatever, then I won't be here to see your texts. Knock yourself out ;)" 

I gently set down my phone, pondering my message. 

Whatever, okay, now in the meeting Craig is going to go over all of this and he might need my help so I need to get this pulled up on my laptop. 

I leaned over and pulled my personal laptop out of its case. I turned it on and logged on quickly, then began searching for the contract copy. I pulled it up and then put my laptop on my desk so I would grab it as I left. 

My phone went off. 

Before I even had a chance to pick it up, it buzzed a few more times. 

Is she sending me an essay? 

It went off a few more times after that, and then I could finally pick it up. Each part of her message was split up between text boxes. Quite nicely I might add. 

"Ten minutes is all I need" 

"God my pussy is so fucking wet for you baby. I really need to cum badly!" 

"Fuck it feels so good thinking about you fucking me with your big thick cock!" 

"Pinning me against the wall and shoving it into me!" 

"Making me cum all over it and fucking me harder as you fill me with your seed" 

Why am I still reading this? I need to work! 

Oh who the fuck am I kidding? Just let her finish and then you can go to the meeting. 

"Then when you threw me onto my bed and kept fucking me, making me cum again with your tongue and drinking it all up." 

"Brian I'm gonna fucking cum!" 

"God thinking about you makes me want to cum so hard!" 

"I want your cock inside of me!" 

"Fuck I'm about to cum!" 

"I want you to make me cum with your amazing cock inside of me baby!" 

Then the steady stream of texts stopped. I looked at my phone and wondered if something was wrong or if she had been interrupted by her climax. I got my answer about a minute later. 

"I just came :) everywhere... it felt amazing thinking of you." 

I set my phone down after the last text and found myself struggling not to just give in and rub one out right then and there in my office. 

No, you have a meeting in less than ten minutes and you won't finish in enough time. 

What if someone walks in, I've never done that in the office before. 

Just go lock your door... 

No! I am not giving in! I will wait till I get home in a few hours and then she'll pay for doing this to me! 

But it's turning you on so much. Just get one off really quick and be on your way. 

I said no! 

Goddamn it think of how on edge you'll be during the meeting if you don't! 

I can handle it! 

Can you? 

I... sure fucking hope so... 

I picked up my phone again and typed out a reply. 

"You have some fun with that? ;)" 

I looked over my desktop, staring blankly at the document in front of me. I looked down at the disheveled motherboard in front of me. I sighed and rubbed my face. 

"Don't do it." I said into my hands. 

I blinked a few times and leaned up, finally winning against my own psyche and getting back into the office mindset. 

I heard my phone buzz. 

"Oh that was absolutely divine Brian :)" 

I snickered and replied. 

"Well I'll be sure to have a word with you later about torturing me in the comfort of my own office." 

I took another breath and began typing another paragraph in my journal summary. 

It's blatantly clear the grounding wire was meant to be soldered in first, as to form as a safeguard and base for the remainder of the wires. It is also obvious that most integrated cards are very low end compared to those in desktops, something that consumers looking for a "mobile gaming platform" have found disdain for. If the graphics slot can be expanded or room for a larger card is made, upgrades can not only be performed, the selection of high end graphics can be accessible to those on mobile platforms, just as easily as those on desktops. 

It will require a learning curve, but the primary... 

My phone buzzed. 

"Haha I'm sorry Brian :) I promise I'll make it up to you as best I can." 

"Yeah, you sure as hell will you little vixen!" 

I looked up at the clock. I had five minutes. I sent another text behind the one I had just typed out. 

"I'm going to my meeting. I'll talk to you during my lunch break." 

I stood up and pulled together all of the tools I had been using, as well as turned off my computer monitor. As I was about to walk out of my office, I heard my phone go off. 

"Okay! :) Bye!" 

I knew she was screwing with me for whatever reason. Maybe it was the porn thing, I don't even know. I just scoffed and walked to my meeting. 

Well the meeting had gone well I guess. Thanks to Emma's little texting attack I spent the entire time fantasizing about her. After the meeting she seemed a little less sex-driven. Throughout the rest of the day I went back and forth with her about this and that, continuing to tinker with my work. By the time I was planning on getting off work, we had gone back to planning our plans once I got home. 

I stood up and grabbed my laptop, and looked around to make sure my office was in a stable condition to be left alone for 24 hours. 

Soldering irons off and put away, computers off, motherboard is in its box... 

My phone went off. 

"Are you about to leave the office?" 

I closed my office and started walking out. I replied to Emma. 

"Yeah, expectant of something are we?" 

As I passed Craigs office I shot him a quick "Later man!" 

"See you dude!" he yelled back. 

I walked by a few people also leaving, and struck up conversation with Alex, a close friend who worked in marketing. 

"You look tired." He said, holding the main door open for me. 

I walked through and waited for him. "Yeah, jetlag. Haven't been on a flight that long in years." 

He chuckled. "Yeah I get it. I haven't flown myself since I left for college." 

I snickered. "Wow, how long ago was that?" 

"Years man, years..." he replied 

I noticed I was walking fast to my car. We got to Alex' parking spot. 

"All right man, see you." he said walking to his car. 

"Later." I kept walking. 

As I reached my car, I felt my phone buzz. 

"Get home and I'll show you ;)" 

Even though I was walking fairly fast to my car, my pace seemed to speed up more to borderline running. I got in my car and in about two minutes I was speeding down the highway towards my apartment. I never texted while driving, and even now I wasn't going to break that rule. 

I nearly drove into my apartment complex. I jumped out of my car, barely got it locked, and made my way into my home. Ceasar was sleeping on a counter in the kitchen. As soon as I came in, he jumped off and trotted over to greet me. I leaned down and stroked his back while walking to the kitchen to refill his food. It seemed to take longer for him to accept his food than usual, and I ran into the bedroom and sat down at my desk, opening my laptop. 

So I called her. And the time it took her to answer felt like an eternity. Then her face appeared, with a huge ass smile on it. 

"Hi." She said swaying back and forth. 

"Hi yourself." I replied, grinning myself. 

"How was your day honey bear?" she asked with an overly sweet tone. 

Oh you know it's on when she says "honey bear"...I think... 

"Oh it was uhhhh, interesting." I replied, "Especially in the morning when my girlfriend started sexting me." 

Her grin widened, "Yeah... did I interrupt your work?" 

"No," I chuckled, "Like I said, I can multitask." 

She giggled. "Did you? At your work?" 

I laughed once. "No, I didn't." 

She kept giggling. "Okay, I'm conflicted if that's a good or bad sign." 

"Oh trust me," I assured. "I wasn't ignoring the phone that's for damn sure!" 

She blushed slightly. "Oh? Was I a bit distracting?" 

"Uhhhhh not in a bad way Emma, not in a bad way at all!" 

She tilted her head. "You did call me a vixen..." 

"That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy what you did. You just can't be doing that everyday" 

She laughed. "Well, I don't usually act like that. I was just bored and wasn't doing anything all morning. I promise I'll make sure you're okay with it in the future." 

I scoffed. "That would be nice, thank you" 

She smiled at me. "In any case, I could help you get through your day." 

I grinned and realized she had the camera aimed primarily at her head, with the rest of her body out of view. Given her mood the whole time I had been leaving the office I had a feeling she had something planned, but didn't say anything. 

"But," she cocked her head slightly, "I do feel bad I was teasing you this morning and you got nothing out of it..." 

I scoffed. "Oh Emma I got far from nothing this morning." 

She had this seductive cute smile on her face. "Nevertheless, I think I should repay you in some way..." 

She tilted the tablet down and revealed she wasn't wearing anything from the waist up. As the gorgeous boobs I missed so much came on screen, I kept my eyes locked on her face but tightened my face up, showing I knew they were there. 

"Ohhhh boy how did I know that you were naked on top..." 

She grinned, then tilted the camera lower, showing all she had on at all was a pair of lace panties. Not too fancy, but at the same time I'm sure she had put them on just for our little chat. She tilted the camera back to her face and tits, and lowered her head slightly, keeping her eyes on me. 

"Like what you see baby?" 

If she could see what was going on below my own beltline, she would have her answer already. I finally tore my eyes from her face and visibly stared at the pair of boobs I was aching to touch and caress. 

"Fuck yeah I do." I said out of breath. 

"Well come on," she replied coyly, "I am pretty sure your overdressed for what's about to happen." 

I snickered once and set the laptop down, keeping my eyes on Emma and unbuttoning my shirt, while also kicking off my shoes. I threw my shirt to the side and undid my pants as quickly as I could. She noticeably got happier as I got more and more naked. Finally, I sat back down, fully nude with my cock dangling around. Emma focused her eyes on it. 

"There he is!" she teased. 

"He?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

She giggled. "You have a problem with me calling him that?" 

I tilted my head. "Not really, especially seeing as I know I can't make you stop if I did." 

She giggled again. "That is true, but I think I've done enough to you for one day." 

I nodded proudly. "Wow. Thank you." 

She beamed, "Your welcome!" 

She started moving her hands over her boobs, gently letting them cup and then fall in her grip. I could see her nipples were hard and her hands slid over them gracefully. 

"God I want to be there so bad!" I said through gritted teeth. 

She pursed her lips and squeezed them together. "Do you?" 

I blinked once and nodded quickly. She seemed to really enjoy it because she started caressing and fondling her nipples. She lowered her head and stared at me hypnotically. 

"You like that baby?" she pouted cutely. 

"Yeah..." I croaked. 

She opened her mouth in a silent moan and slid her arms down the sides of her body, gently rolling them over her thighs and in between her legs. 

I grabbed my cock and started stroking it ever so slowly. 

"You... should totally take off your panties..." I said quietly. 

She grinned and reached a finger into the waistband, pulling up and stretching her legs out of sight. She steadily slid her panties down and below the sight of the camera. I saw her legs come up and the fabric reach over her feet. She held her last piece of clothing up with one hand then threw it behind her. 

"Better?" she asked splaying back to where I could see most of her body moving. 

I nodded once, "It sure fuckin is Emma!" 

She smiled coyly and shut her eyes, caressing her body and slowly breathing in. She opened her eyes and stared at the screen, moving her hand over her pussy lips, opening her mouth into a slight smile as her hand passed over the sensitive skin. 

I bit my lower lip and just stared back at her. 

"I can already tell your better at this than me." I said. 

She shrugged quickly, "Never done it before." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it." 

"I guess I enjoy being watched. Mutual pleasure as I believe it's known." She said grinning. 

"Well," I said exploring the entire screen in front of me, "I sure am getting my fill." 

She giggled. "And I've barely done anything." 

I scoffed. "Yeah, you should change that. I feel weird sitting here watching you." 

She looked down at my background beat-off session. 

"I don't know, I kind of like seeing you jerk off to me." 

I chuckled. "I enjoy watching you." 

She rubbed her hand over her pussy again ever so slightly. She exhaled sharply and looked at me with lust in her eyes. 

"God I'm so on edge right now!" she whispered. 

"Well don't be shy," I said in a low voice, "rub yourself for me." 

She ran her hand over her pussy again, and her head shot up in response. Her other hand ran over one of her boobs and her body twitched slightly. 

"Oh fuck..." she whispered. 

I leaned forward and kept my eyes on her. "That's it Em, rub it for me." 




Back to Business, Right? Ch. 01



She smiled slightly and twitched again as her hands started a steady up and down rub against her pussy. 

"Holy... shit..."she whispered. 

"You wet for me Em?" I asked. 

She bit her lip and nodded twice. 

"Good girl..." I complimented before shifting and bringing the laptop back onto the couch with me. 

She bucked again and let out a slight moan. 

"Fuck!" 

"Yeah rub it for me Em, make yourself cum." I commanded. 

"Brian..." she panted, "Brian... help me cum." 

I saw her hand speed up in its rubbing motion. 

"Rub your wet clit for me Emma." I commanded again, "Tease yourself and make your pussy ache for me." 

She bucked slightly again, her mouth open wide in silent pleasure. 

"Oh god! Brian!" 

"Yeah Emma make it all wet for me." I edged. 

She held on tight to one of her boobs, still rubbing herself quickly and thoroughly. 

"Brian make me cum!" she begged. 

I tilted my head to the screen. "Make you cum Em?" 

"Yeah..." she nodded rapidly. 

"You want me to lick that sweet pussy of yours?" I teased. 

"Yes!" she reeled, "I want it so bad!" 

"You want me to take you in my arms and make you squeal?" 

She bucked again and held her body in the air longer. "Oh god yes Brian please!" 

"You want me stick my fingers inside of you and make you explode all over me?" 

"Please! Brian I need to cum!" she begged. 

"I know you do baby..." I said calmly, "and I want you to cum for me. I want to see you make yourself cum thinking about me fucking you with my fingers." 

She moaned out loud and bucked again. 

"Brian... I'm gonna cum soon! Make me cum for you!" 

I could feel myself getting close to unleashing as well. Seeing her get off to me was so much of a turn on I was sure I would cum at the same time she did at this pace. 

"Rub yourself harder Em!" I commanded. "Let your hands run over your slick pussy and let yourself cum all over for me." 

She sped up and bucked again, groaning as she did. 

"Fuck Brian I'm about to cum!" 

That got me close right there. I slowed down my own pace to match her speed so I wouldn't be before or after her when I came. 

"Come on Emma baby let it happen, let yourself go and cum for me." I soothed through the microphone. 

Her face scrunched up and I saw her make quick spasms before groaning out and rubbing her pussy frantically. 

"Brian I'm cumming! Oh fuck I'm cumming! Brian!" 

Seeing her writhe and moan in ecstasy set me off and I could feel my own orgasm take me over. I let out a loud grunt and stared at her as I came. 

"Oh fuck!" I growled out. "Fuck!" 

She kept rubbing herself and her body spasms became longer and elongated. 

"Brian! Fuck yes! Goddamn!" she reeled back in her bed. 

I could feel my own seed spilling out of me and continued to gaze at her as her orgasm subsided and she splayed out lazily. She gave a final long moan and slowed down to a steady, gentle rub of her glistening pussy. 

"Holy shit!" she said in a fit of silly laughs. "That was fucking awesome!" 

I laughed too. "Yeah, that it was." 

She opened her eyes and gazed back at me. "I could hear you cum when I did and it just made it so much better." 

"You were absolutely stunning Emma!" I complimented. 

She had her hands on her legs, and was breathing heavily from the aftermath of her orgasm. 

"Thanks. I had a great helper." She replied. 

I could feel myself blush and looked down at my expended dribbles of semen lining my stomach and waistline. 

"Yeah, your little helper sure had some fun too!" 

She looked over the effects of our little session and licked her lips. 

"God that's so sexy..." 

"Really?" I said disbelievingly, "I always hated having to clean myself up after jerking off." 

She raised an eyebrow, "that thing you said you almost never did." 

I picked a tissue out of a nearby box and started cleaning myself off. 

"I wasn't lying. I do it maybe once every two weeks or so." 

"Damn!" she exclaimed, "How do you go that long?" 

I shrugged, "I guess until now I never had a steady source to go off of" 

She grinned, "Well, I'm glad I got you back in the habit." 

"How often do you do it?" I retorted. 

"I don't know, three, four times a week maybe." 

I looked at her impressively. "Well shit, you put teenage me to shame." 

She laughed. "Yay... I'm so proud." 

I snickered. "Well, how about we both go clean up a bit then we can just talk or something like that." 

She nodded. "Sounds good" 

"All right..." I said with a grin. 

That night we just watched some T.V. together and made jokes and flirted and all that. It was fun watching the same thing she was in sync with her from a thousand miles off. Her feed of most channels was a little ahead of mine, so it was cool to have her react and then I get the same thing less than a second later. Before either of us knew it the time had passed to 9 PM. 

I leaned back and yawned, looking at the clock. 

"Damn, I need to go to bed soon." 

Across the screen, Emma stretched across her couch. 

"I should probably start doing that earlier. I hate waking up hours after you because I stay up all night." 

I shrugged. "Always good to get a good night's sleep. Apart from that little soirée the other night I had my fill of late night adventures years ago." 

She laughed, "Oh yeah me too, now I just sit and watch reruns on late night channels." 

I grinned and yawned again. 

"Right. Well, I think I'll turn in." 

Emma nodded and leaned forward. 

"All right, I'll text you in the morning." She said. 

"Cool, I'll be waiting eagerly." 

She grinned and kissed the air in front of her, a new thing we were doing when we video chatted. 

"Goodnight Brian" 

I returned her virtual kiss. "Night Emma" 

I saw her end the call, then shut my laptop and set it in front of me. I sat back and trudged through the channels, all of which seemed boring. 

As I scrolled through the networks, I thought back to the month before I had traveled over to L.A. I remembered finding some channel that covered Hollywood gossip and constantly ran news shows that covered big stories relating to famous people. I might as well check it every once in a while now that I'm managing a secret celebrity girlfriend. I thought it over for a second, then shrugged and began looking for the channel in my guide. 

Sure enough, there it was, Hollywood Watch. 

I switched to it, and immediately knew why I hated gossip shows. 

Ever wonder why no one watches TMZ, even the people that aren't being slandered by them on a daily basis? Well, let's just say I understood now. The show playing was running some scandal story about some Disney actress that had done exactly what people predicted and turned into an independent slutty stage singer. Her voice was mediocre, she used auto tune like her life depended on it, and I'm pretty sure she was wearing what someone would buy at an adult bookstore. But she was surrounded by screaming fans and happily eating up their praise. 

I sighed and stared at the screen, feeling almost hypnotized by the stupidity of the topic the show had decided to spend so much time on. 

I mean the newscasters, if they even qualified as such, were covering it like the world was ending. They were analyzing every little bit of the poor actresses life. I mean sure, she had turned into an "I don't give a fuck, the world doesn't control me anymore" little spoiled brat, but who the hell cares? Does it impact society or any of our lives in any meaningful way? 

Well, to them it did, and I watched them cover nothing but this one person for the next twenty minutes. By the time it was over, I felt like half of my brain cells had just committed suicide in my skull, and were draining from my ears. 

I shook myself out of my stupor, and flipped off the TV. 

"How do people watch that shit?" I grumbled to myself, rubbing my eyes and pulling my laptop to me from the table next to the couch. 

I woke up my laptop and quickly opened the journal for my project at work. I spent the next hour watching some mindless sitcom on some crap TV show while focusing my energy on typing out and grammatically fixing the entries in my journal. Not surprisingly, editing and fixing small errors in words and sentences took a lot out of me, and I trudged to bed happily. 

TWO WEEKS LATER 

It was the beginning of February, and I couldn't be happier. 

My relationship with Emma had been going great. We talked every night. Despite being states apart, our sex life, if that was even the appropriate name for what we had, was just as varied and passionate as the first time we met and were in each other's arms. It was an odd experience taking on a long distance relationship, something I had never really done before. But it was also really fun. Work was going well, with the contract with INTELICOM giving us plenty of room to continue our daily activities and keep producing hardware. 

Emma absolutely loved to tease me whenever I was at work. I would probably do the same thing in her position, and it kept me awake and alert getting texts from her like "I wish you were here to fuck me baby..." and "Damn I want your cock in my mouth!" 

We had decided it would be best if we kept our visual sexting to a bare minimum outside of our late night video chats. While I had come to the unsteady conclusion our Skype videos weren't being logged for anyone scandalous, pictures and the like were another topic. If she bought new clothes and wanted me to see her in them, I always reminded her to delete the photo from her phone as soon as it sent. I also never kept them on my phone. I had a cute shot of her as my background, but that was only because I knew no one ever used my phone other than me. And even then Murphy's law of "if it can go wrong it will" was always in my head when I was with coworkers or friends and I was using my phone. 

The nominations for the Academy Awards had been made public a few weeks earlier. Emma wasn't nominated for anything, something the both of us expected. She was however still going, so that occasionally came up in conversation. 

In any case, before long things settled into somewhat of a state of normalcy. Waking up felt like it had in previous months, and I was even feeling more alert and awake during the day. That all was about to change however, and it all started on the first Friday of February. 

The day had been going on like any other. I had moved on to starting a prototype for my removable graphics card for laptops. I had P.O.D. playing in my office quietly and was working with a soldering station, occasionally getting texts or pictures from Emma. It was after my lunch break that Craig knocked on my office door. 

"Hey Brian?" he asked taking a step into the office. 

I looked up. "Yeah?" 

"You think I could talk to you for a second in my office?" he asked nonchalantly. 

"Am I in trouble?" I replied with the slight tone of a high schooler. 

He chuckled. "No... actually I need to ask you something." 

"Okay, I'll be there in a second." I said shutting down my soldering iron and sliding my chair around to my phone speakers. 

"All right, take your time, don't want you burning your office down." Craig mused as he walked off. 

"No promises!" I loudly said after him. 

I shut off my music and got up, then walked across the hall to Craigs office. Emma was off at an appointment with her agent, so I left my phone in my office. 

As I walked into Craigs office he shut the book he had been reading for around two months (I don't know how he took that long to read a two hundred page book). 

"Sit on down my man." He said, motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk. 

I did so and leaned back, crossing my legs. 

He looked up. "How's the prototype coming?" 

I shrugged. "Well, I can have it finished by next week but for a fully functional device I would say it could take another two to three weeks to debug." 

He nodded. "All right." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that why I am here?" 

He shook his head once. "Oh no, I wanted to ask about your trip to Los Angeles a few weeks back." 

I was slightly confused, and didn't do too much to hide it. 

"I... thought we already went over it?" 

He nodded. "Well we did, and seeing as you never actually went to that meeting I suppose talking about the weather and atmosphere was all that could be said." 

"Right..." 

He leaned back in his chair. "Did you like it there?" 

I shrugged. "For the time I was there, it was all right." 

He kept his eyes on me. "Would you want to go back?" 

I turned my head a bit, a million thoughts popping into my head. 

"Maybe, depends. Why do you ask?" 

"Well I have a bit of a proposition for you," Craig replied, "More of an idea that could turn into a proposition if you agree." 

I sat back, "And what might this idea be?" 

Craig leaned forward. "So, I was on the phone with Mr. Prinne all this morning talking about the finite details of our merger, and he had an interesting prospect." 

I raised an eyebrow, "What kind of prospect?" 

Craig crossed his arms. "Well, you know the part of our contract that requires we share our product and profits with them?" 

"Of course" 

"Well, Mr. Prinne seemed to be weary of us shipping them half of our stock for them to sell and still have reliable products." 

"Okay..." I followed him. 

"And if something comes up he can always teleconference us but he has no hands-on there at their office that know the products inside and out if they need to tinker with something." 

"Right..." 

"So, Mr. Prinne, in his wisdom, and over the course of our multi-hour long conversation, had the idea that we might open a small, but capable tangent of our little operation over there in Los Angeles." 

The sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. Craig was looking at me like he was waiting for me to explode on him. On the inside I was exploding, but not for the reason he might be imagining. 

"You mean a branch?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Pretty much, for logistics and quality control. They would be selling to a much larger audience then we ever have, and this little tangent would be maintaining our standards and sort of serve as our local eyes in the sky." 

I nodded with him. "Interesting, Who would lead it?" 

"Well... I was hoping you would..." 

The thoughts going through my head were spinning in circles like groups of fireworks. 

It took me a minute to realize I hadn't said it anything. I snapped myself out of my haze. Craig was looking at me expectantly. 

"Ummmm," I shook my head suddenly, as if I had just woken up, "Well I think that's a great idea!" 

Craig smiled slightly "Really? You'd be willing to do it?" 

I shrugged, as if it was a simple decision. "Sure. We need to expand and this is how to do it." 

He laughed once. "Wow, I thought you'd put up more barriers to it. Someone slip you something over there in Hollywood?" 

Yeah, a love potion... 

I laughed, "Not that I know of." 

"Well, this is a new idea and I still have to pitch it to the rest of the team, but Prinne is on board." 

"Okay," I said trying to hide my sudden enthusiasm, "Well hey, I think it's a plausible and entirely realistic idea." 

Craig nodded again. "Okay, I'll go tell them we're going to consider it." 

"All right, I've got my prototype close to done hardware wise, I can show it to you in the next few days." 

"Oh, okay. Good." He replied. "You gonna head out around normal time?" 

I looked at the clock. It was around 2:10. 

"Yeah, I've got maybe another hour of soldering and tinkering, then a few reports and logs, then I'll be out." 

"Okay, have fun, and thanks again." Craig said standing up. 

"No problem." I stood up as well and quickly shook hands with him then walked out of his office. 

When I got to my office I sat down and took a deep breath. 

Did he really just say what I think he said? 

After a few seconds Craig popped his head in my doorway. 

"Hey, you catching Conan tonight?" 

I looked back at him as thoughts of Emma and her interview tonight flooded my mind, I kept the same expression I usually did when the topic came up. 

"Oh, uhhhh yeah of course." I said with a chuckle. 

He nodded. "Okay, cool. See you!" 

I waved as his head disappeared. "Later man" 

I leaned back and tried to focus what I had in front of me, but with a whole new set of ideas in my head it became a little hard. 

Move to L.A. eh? 

I left the office with a bigger smile than usual on my face. I mean, the whole prospect of moving part of the company halfway across the country was still a small inkling of an idea, but he almost never redacted a plan once he got support from enough people. 

I spent the drive home mindlessly toiling through every aspect of Craigs idea. Becoming the boss meant I might get a pay raise, but the logistics of moving to California would be troublesome. I didn't have much stuff in my apartment to move, but the challenge of where I would live had also popped into my head. Obviously I could stay with Emma if she was okay with it, but from what I remembered of it her my stuff would cramp us in there long term. Yeah it would be romantic and couple-ish and all, but with her living space, the small amount of stuff I did have would be filling the place to the brim. I could always find a hotel or a small place to call my own, but that raised another question. 

What if the division of the company couldn't maintain itself so far away from home base, or our merger with INTELICOM didn't last? At that point I would probably have to come back to Austin, and that could make living conditions in my own place hard to predict. 

Despite my worries, the drive home turned my mood around. I had been talking to Emma about her interview the whole day and was only questioning if I should bring up the topic now, or wait until tomorrow. 

By the time I got home I had decided to wait until tomorrow and see if Craig was still serious about his proposition. I didn't want to set Emma, and myself to a degree, in the idea I may be coming back to L.A. permanently unless the plan had more support. 

I walked into my apartment and walked into the kitchen. As I walked to the refrigerator, I saw that Ceasar hadn't eaten the food I gave him that morning. I wasn't surprised, his eating habits were odd and mismatched, but it still disappointed me that the food had been sitting in the bowl all day. Ceasar decided to come in and defend himself, and jumped up on the counter near me, catching my attention with some loud cries. 

"Come on buddy, you know I hate it when you don't eat all day." I said petting his head. 

He purred in response and stretched out on the counter. 

I opened the fridge and pulled out can of Pepsi. I usually didn't drink colas, and I always preferred Coke, but at that point I didn't care. 

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. For a while I just sat there and tried to empty my mind. I must have lost track of time, because when my phone rang, the windows were noticeably darker. I snapped awake and looked at the still full can on the table in front of me. Then I pulled my phone out. Guess who? 

"Ello' love!" I answered in an ungodly over exaggerated Australian accent. 

I heard her laugh a few times, "Hey baby!" she struggled to suppress her strain of giggles. "You just get home?" 

"No, I got home a while back, I was just taking a shower." I lied. 

"Oh. How long was this shower?" 

I shrugged. "Don't know, what time is it?" 

"Brian, its 7:45 over there isn't it?" 

I looked up at a clock. It was indeed that time. 

"Oh wow," I exclaimed, "I really lost track of time." 

She giggled. "What were you doing in the shower Brian?" 




Back to Business, Right? Ch. 01



I snickered and looked down. "Oh nothing my dear, nothing at all." 

"Uh huh" she said sarcastically. 

I scoffed. "Well anyway, what are you doing calling me? Shouldn't you be prepping for Conan?" 

"I am, just thought I'd call and ask how you were. Plus I think you'll really like the dress I'm wearing and wanted you to see it first." 

I sat up considerably, "Really? Well that's awfully kind of you." 

She giggled again, "Oh it's no problem sweetie. I have it on a hanger in front of me, if you wanted to... watch me." 

I stood up and walked over to my laptop case. "Well that's mighty tempting, I might just bite. One sec, I need to boot up my magical keyboard light book." 

That got a big laugh out of her. "Really? Your magical light book?" 

"Yep," I replied without hesitation, "It's our new name for it in the industry." 

"Oh I see..." 

"...And totally not my inability to remember the name because I'm thinking of you naked." I said not-so under my breath. 

She giggled again. "Oh I'm not completely naked. Not yet." 

I gulped. "I... am so glad you called." 

I could tell she was blushing, "I am too baby boo." 

I did a sort of gushing sigh, "Oh come on Em you know calling me that is my vice." 

Her giggle switched to an innocent one, "I do know, and I love seeing you melt like butter when I say it." 

I grinned. "I had a feeling you would say that." 

I logged in to my laptop and opened Skype. 

"All right, I'm hanging up now, about to call you." 

"Okay" Emma replied before I locked my phone and threw it next to me, calling Emma's sexy alter-ego name. 

It took about three seconds for her to answer. 

I saw her face come on screen, as well as a good portion of her upper body. She was wearing a simple tank top and had her hair tied up, and was laying in her bed. 

"Hey there," she said with a smile. 

"Hi" I replied 

She turned her head around and looked off screen. "I've got to go soon so all I can really do is just show you my dress. Nothing dirty, sorry." 

I shrugged. "That's fine, seeing is you more than good enough." 

I saw her blush. "If you want we can get a little R and R in tomorrow?" 

I grinned. "That'd be fine. When do you need to leave?" 

"Fifteen minutes." She replied. 

"All right, well I promise not to stare at you for too long." 

She laughed once. "You'll have twenty minutes to stare at me on Conan, I sure hope not!" 

I laughed with her. "And the lighting will probably be better too. Outline every perfect bit of you." 

She sighed. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of you complimenting me every chance you get." 

I nodded. "I won't either." 

She laughed again. 

"Well, come on, let me see it." I said after a few seconds. 

"Okay," she got up and left the tablet propped against something. "One second." 

I saw she was wearing yoga pants, and watched her walk out of her bedroom out of sight. I sat there and waited for about a minute, then she walked back in. 

She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sexy short leather looking black dress that reached to her upper thighs and hugged her body like it had been painted on. She also decided on cute black pumps to wear with it. She walked up and did a twirl in front of the camera, then leaned down and picked it up, holding it in front of her. 

"What do you think?" she asked. 

"Do I even have to say?" I retorted. "Emma you look gorgeous." 

She blushed a little and grinned back at me, "Thank you Brian, I'm glad you like it." 

I gritted my teeth and blinked a few times. "What I would give to see you rub one out right fucking now..." 

She giggled and wagged a finger at me. "No! Bad Brian! I need to go soon!" 

I shrugged. "Hey, I'm just saying, I would gladly fuck you all night long while you're wearing that!" 

She smiled at me maniacally, "Well, the next time we're together I think I may just bring it along." 

I scoffed. "I can't wait for that then. Hell, I can't wait to see you in general." 

Her grin faded to a more sad smile. "I know baby, I want to see you too." 

I nodded, "We need to talk about that sometime later. I can't stand seeing you on camera and not being able to be there to do whatever I want to you." 

Her smile brightened. "I can hardly hold it back myself. We'll figure something out, even if I have to sneak my way over there and lock you in your own house for a week." 

I laughed once. "I don't know how well that would work out in the long run, but I sure wouldn't stop you." 

She snickered and then let out a huge sigh. 

"Well, I better be off to the studio. They'll be expecting me soon." 

"All right." I replied, "Call me if anything comes up." 

She nodded, "You got it Bri." 

I grinned, "Good luck Emma, my dear." 

She grinned back at me, "Thank you Brian. Bye." 

"Bye." 

I ended the call and shut my laptop. 

I looked down and saw Ceasar rub up against my leg. I set my laptop down and picked him up in exchange. He curled in my arms and purred quite loudly, rubbing his head through my hand. 

I sighed. "Yes... good luck indeed Emma." 

I had just made myself some dinner and was starting to dive into it in my kitchen when I heard my cell go off in the living room. The first ring almost seemed to go right through me. 

No one should be calling me this late. 

I walked into the living room and picked it up. It was Emma. I looked up at the clock. Conan was coming on in less than an hour. 

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly. 

"Brian?" Emma sounded a little worried, almost scared. 

"Emma what's wrong?" I asked immediately. 

"Ummm I... don't know how it happened..." 

"What do you mean? Where are you?" I started walking towards my bedroom. 

"I'm at the studio, I was just talking to producers." 

"Okay," I edged, "I'm confused. Has something happened? Are you all right?" 

"I'm fine, nothing bad has happened... yet" 

I slowed down, "What do you mean yet?" 

"Brian..." she said quietly. "Someone caught us." 

I froze in place, and looked up like I was expecting cameras to be pointing in my windows all of sudden. 

"What?" 

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. 

"Emma," I repeated, "What do you mean they caught us? What does that mean?" 

It was silent another second. "I mean some asshole followed us to my apartment and got photos of us walking out together holding hands the day you left." 

I shut my eyes, praying I was just dreaming. I felt myself lean against the wall I had been standing near. I must have been quiet a good while because Emma had to snap me back to the real world. 

"Brian?" 

I shook my head and leaned back fully on my own two feet, my mind suddenly invigorated with purpose. 

"Did you see them?" I asked 

"The pictures? Yes, the producer showed them to me." she replied simply. 

I took a breath. "And it's me?" 

"Absolutely, the date matched when you were here and I recognized you almost instantly." 

Another breath. "Oh boy. Well, what can we do if anything?" 

"Well, Conan came to me personally with this. Apparently it's been circling the back alleys of the paparazzi circles and hasn't made mainstream yet. He said he won't bring them up in the interview if that's what I want." 

I waited a second, "Then tell him to not bring it up." 

Another pause on the other end. "Well see that's the thing. He said that his source for them is one he usually doesn't approach. They came to him with the pictures, and said they would release the pictures to the public in a few days if he didn't cover it." 

I sighed and shut my eyes. "So this is gonna be unveiled whether we want it to be or not..." 

"Exactly. He assured me he tried to reason with the source but the guy doesn't work for him, so he has no real control over him." 

I opened my eyes. "And you trust that's the truth?" 

"As far as I can tell. Conans not the kind of person that backdoors information on someone without their permission." 

I shrugged. "I guess, he seems nice enough." 

"Yeah he is, plus he's a close friend and I know he wouldn't want info on me anyway." 

I nodded. "Okay, so what do we do?" 

And another long pause. This time it was as if she was contemplating what to say, not just hesitating in saying it. 

"Well, as much as both of us don't want our relationship to be known yet, I think this may just be forcing our hands." 

I knew she would say that, and had already been mulling over it before she began talking. Yet hearing her say it somehow still upset me. 

"Fuck..." I whispered. 

She sighed, "Yeah..." 

We were both quiet for about half a minute, then I came to a decision. 

"Well," I began, "it's been two months. And things have been going great even though we're only talking over the internet." 

"Yeah, it has been." She said with a happier tone. I smiled hearing her voice turn sweet and gentle. 

"I mean I seriously think I'm in love with you Emma." I said. 

"Oh Brian, I've been in love with you since I came home the day you left and started missing you." 

That made my smile widen. It was so romantically poetic the way she said it and I felt like a kid with his first crush when she said it. 

"I know," I said grinning, "and I miss you so much. I just wish I could be there now to figure all this out." 

"I wish you were here too..." she replied. 

I took a deep breath and thought over the situation again. 

"Well, I guess the worlds about to know about us." I said. 

A quick pause. "Are you sure you want this?" she asked. 

"Em, the world's gonna know anyway, might as well tell it ourselves instead of seeing it plastered across the internet." 

She scoffed. "It's gonna be plastered on the internet anyway." 

I shrugged. "Yeah that's true." 

She revised her tone. "Yeah, but instead of 'Emma Stone sneaks boyfriend into her apartment.' it'll be 'Emma Stone reveals new boyfriend on late night'. 

"That does sound better... less sleazy..." I pondered out loud. 

She scoffed lightly, "Yeah, little bit." 

And another few moments of silence. 

"So," I started up, "How does this work?" 

"Hmmmmmmmm," she breathed out, "I guess he'll have questions about you." 

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what?" 

"Oh, probably things like where you're from, how we met, what's our current relationship state, have we met each others parents and all that." 

"Well, seeing as neither of our folks know about us I'd say the last question is pretty easy to answer." 

She chuckled. "Yeah, you're right about that." 

I leaned back against the wall. "So what do I do?" 

"Just... prepare for the fallout I guess." She postulated. "I mean, for someone like me this wouldn't be too much of a big deal seeing as its not coming through the tabloids. But I imagine you dating a celebrity is pretty big in your social circle no matter how it's released." 

I scoffed. "Em I could not have said that any better myself." 

She laughed quietly. "Thanks baby." 

I sighed. "And it's so ironic..." 

"What?" 

I smiled into the distance. "All of my friends at work watch Conan. It's like a little tradition we all have at the office to talk about it. Just a common interest among us." 

"Oh boy..." she trailed off. 

"Yeah, and it's funny. We were all talking about that today and someone brought up you would be one of the people he interviewed. And there I was acting like it was no big deal..." 

She laughed. "I can't wait to hear how your day goes tomorrow." 

I sighed. "Knowing them, half of them will call or text me about ten minutes after your interview, the others will wait until tomorrow morning to rub my nose in it." 

She laughed harder, then the volume of her voice went down and her tone switched to that sexy sultry tone she knew turned me on. 

"Yeah but you're the only one who gets to see me naked, so they can rub their faces in that." 

I raised my eyes. "Are you at Conans studio now?" 

She laughed in her normal voice. "Yeah, but I'm in my empty dressing room. I assure you no one heard that." 

I scoffed jokingly. "Yeah, I had a feeling that was the case." 

We both had our laughs, then she got back to the topic. 

"All right, so I'll tell Conan to go with the pictures and I'll run the questions he'll ask me by you before I go in front of the cameras." 

"All right," I replied, "And I shall sit by and prepare for the aftershock." 

She laughed, "Yeah, good idea." 

We both sighed and I could tell it was time to change the conversation. 

"So anyway, you about to go eat?" she asked. 

I looked around. "Well, I was doing that but now I think my sudden nervousness coursing through me has changed that." 

She laughed. "I know the feeling." 

I sighed. "I'm not sure I've ever been this on edge about something before." 

Emma giggled. "Oh I'm sure you've been nervous like this before Brian, you just don't remember." 

"I don't know," I reasoned, "I've never been about to watch my secret celebrity girlfriend reveal me to the world on live TV." 

She kept giggling, "Oh come on, you've never had stage fright?" 

I shook my head, "Oh I've had stage fright, just never like this. Its different in a way I guess." 

"Yeah, I understand" she said. 

I sighed. "Ehhhh, I'm sure it'll pass eventually." 

She sighed too, "You're a great guy Brian, if people can't live with that then fuck them." 

"I'm not sure you can say that." I joked. "I can, I'm a nobody. But you on the other hand..." 

"Brian you are not a nobody!" she said with sudden volume. "You are a cute, loving, considerate man and I am so glad I met you." 

I smiled. "You're so sweet Em, you know that?" 

I knew she would be blushing on the other end. "That's cause I wish you were here holding me in your arms through all this." 

My grin widened. "I wish I was there with you in my arms too baby." 

She took a deep breath. "Well, I'm gonna go talk to Conan and his producers about this. You sir, should go eat and find a way to stop that nervousness you have." 

I shut my eyes and leaned my head back. "Easier said than done, but I'll try just for you Em." 

"Awww, thank you Brian!" she chirped cheerfully. 

Man she had a way of making my heart melt. 

I sighed again, "All right, call me when Conan has the queries for me." 

"Yes sir." She replied officially. 

"All right, I'll talk to you later Em" I said 

"Okay Brian. I love you." She said. 

She had said that a few times the past few days, but never at the end of a conversation. 

"I love you too." 

"Bye" 

"Bye Emma." 

I pulled my phone away and locked it, then walked into the kitchen and set it on a counter. I looked down and saw Caesar nibbling away at his food dish. He paused and looked up at me. 

I smiled and kneeled down, petting his head. 

"Well, little buddy, what's up? Think this'll all work out?" 

He purred and ran his head through my hand. 

I grinned and looked up at the blank screen of the TV in the other room. 

"Right, I can always count on you for advice." 

He meowed off an agreement and went back to eating. 

I got up and turned my back to the counter, leaning back and crossing my arms. 

"Yeah, this ought to be real good." 

To be continued...