Thread: CMA: A Ridiculous Free Agents RP (SevenxKawa)

Stephen was not a young man anymore it was a fact he was painfully aware of, and he had made no attempt to fool himself into believing otherwise - he wasn't as strong or as attractive as men in their twenties - but he easily made up for it with other factors. His position as the director of CMA, for starters, gave him the power that a number of men and women found themselves irresistably drawn to, some of them did it to win his favour - and really, there was no better way to win Stephen's favour than with a good fuck, if the man was offered a fortune or a fuck, he would shove the money aside to make room for rutting on his desk - and some of them did it for the simple fact that power got them lubed up. The second factor was that Stephen, while capable of being intensely crass, was undeniably charming - when his boyish smiles didn't get him where he wanted, he was always able to fall back on his startling intelligence, a feature that only a choice number of employees at CMA were aware of because, quite frankly, it was easier to let people believe he was stupid. But the fact was that one didn't rise to his position and didn't gain his sort of repertoire without having a significant influence, or at the very least, the ability to convince people he was the best at what he did. And, in fact, he was - he was responsible for a number of powerful celebrities getting their time in the spotlight, and years ago when CMA had gone through a brief financial crisis, it had been his influence and clients that had pulled the company out of the black - it was the move that had gained him his position. And the third, and possibly the most obvious, was the fact that Stephen Caudwell had the sexual fortitude and stamina of an ADHD jackrabbit - where most men would begin to wilt in their forties and suffer the sad effects of a stifled libido, Stephen's sexual appetite was more aggressive than that of most men half his age. He had, of course, started very young, and his experiences back then had gained him a reputation as something of an equal opportunity Don Juan, a reputation that continued to serve him - he had, in fact, been reminded of it that very day. And naturally, as he strolled through the parking lot that evening - buttoning up a dark green dress shirt that made his eyes stand out ridiculously - he decided that the best person to tell would be Alex, after all, he was the only person left in the lot. In mid-stride Stephen managed to get an arm up around Alex's shoulders and pulled the other man effortlessly into a walk with him, I need to stop at my place anyways, so you may as well catch a ride with me, cub, he said brightly, oblivious to any possible discomfort he may be causing for the other man, I had an interview with a potential client this morning, Alex - she was in her late thirties, older than most of the clients we get here, but she was an ebony goddess. Miriam was very statuesque, wearing this little yellow silk thing that kept pulling up her thighs when she moved, and I was helpless not to look. He furrowed his brows for a moment, She must be a runner, he added vaguely, But needless to say, she noticed and so did Stephen Junior, if you know what I mean. He barely stopped himself from nudging Alex in the ribs, Before I even knew what was happening, I'm half on the desk with her hand down my trousers as we're discussing where we should meet for dinner tonight.