Jason
Seeing him working next to me makes my stomach turn. I can’t even look at him, let alone talk to him. Stop this, nonsense, Jason. I chide myself while I’m walking in from the field. It’s sunny out today which floods the breeze with more heat, and flaps the papers in my hands.
Fucking Ken just had to be there too. Well, Jason, you wouldn’t leave so that he could stay and he wouldn’t do the same. Recalling the scene, watching that hot ass woman do a striptease act right in front us while we’re still fuming about her having sex with both us, is fucking sexy.
But what do we do because we’re men that’re angry about sex? We have sex with her again.
I shake my head in amazement about how easy it is for a man to give in to sex at the touch of a hand. Let alone stripping in front of a guy. Wow! Nothing says ‘I want you’ like a woman taking her clothes off and tossing them at you.
But then there’s Ken. I’m not fucking gay, damn it. So, then why did I allow myself to agree to have sex with her including him? Being with another naked man is taboo in my books, unless you’re in a locker room getting a shower after a game. Then it’s not gay.
Everything aside, I must admit that pleasing Tamara gets an ‘A’ in my books, even if it's with the two of us. And to her credit, she made sure that we both had orgasms. I smile at the thought of Ken putting her in the chair like that. What a view.
I’m surprised when Ken shows up in her office right as I come in. Her door is open, so I go in first, followed by Ken. Tamara looks up from her position of standing over her desk. She somehow got everything back in place after our sexcapade last night. She walks around her desk to the front of it.
I’m chuckling to myself, but I stop abruptly when she opens her mouth. All I can imagine is my cock in it. “What can I do for you guys?”
I hold my papers up at the same time as Ken did. She took our work orders, signing off on them, handing them back to each of us. “Wait a minute, hand those back to me.” While she scans the orders, I think about the smile on her face when we came in. And, I do believe I kept my word on making her walk bow-legged.
Tamara looks up curiously and quickly. “Do you know if these work orders are for the rigs that keep breaking?”
I nod my head in agreement. “Yes, they are the same ones.”
Ken also nodded his head in agreement as well.
“Do you guys think that the rigs are that bad off, that they keep breaking down or do you think someone is purposely messing them up, causing them to break down?” she asks with a concerned look.
Ken begins talking first. “I know I’m the new kid on this block, but I’ve worked several rigs and to me, it looks like someone is purposely messing with them.”
“I agree,” I say, still not trusting him fully. “But I’m not certain who would want to do this kind of sabotage.”
Tamara walks behind her desk, lost in thought. She looks up again as she sits down. “Please, sit down you two.”
I take a chair across from her and Ken sits in the one next to the wall. “What are we going to do?”
“Well, I suppose we could have the men take a night watch rotation,” Tamara folds her hands on the desk. “Or hire a security team.”
I shake my head leaning forward on my knees. “No offense, it’s a good idea, but I don’t think any of the men would take a night watch after working as hard as they do all day long. Hell, I don’t think I would do it.” I lean back in the chair, placing my hands on my head.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to do it after plugging away here from dawn ‘til dusk,” Ken offers from his seat on the wall. “I also don’t think hiring a security team, would work.”
“Why not?” she gazes at him wanting an answer.
Ken sits up in his seat and thinks for a moment. “It’s like this,” he begins. “Hiring a crew to watch the machinery overnight will most likely tip the perp off, therefore ending the destruction. It also is costly.”
“Hmm,” Tamara says, considering his words. “Both things are true. So, we’re back to square one.”
“Why don’t we place a few security cameras in candid spots to see who’s doing this?” I ask putting my hands out to my side, presenting my great idea.
While Ken nods his head, Tamara’s face brightens. “That’s it! It’s less costly because we can buy them at a hardware store. And you two could install them around the field and maybe a couple in here.”
“Sure, we can help get them placed around. The ones in here, you need to show us where to place them,” I say as I glance at Ken, but quickly look away. I can work with him, but I can’t look at him.
“Okay. It’s settled,” she stands from behind her desk. “I’ll give you some petty cash to get as many as you can, maybe six would be a good place to start.” She points to me as she’s reciting the instructions to me.
I stand up and stretch, yawning loudly. “Six sounds good. I’ll go now to buy the cameras and any cables or software needed. Maybe Ken can find some places outside for us to place them.”
Ken stands to his feet, nodding. “Yeah, I can do that. But Jason, the cameras already come with software.”
I barely look at him as he passes by, leaving the office. “Thanks,” I mumble. I turn to leave the office after she hands me cash.
Not sure what it is, but I still feel like Ken is behind it all. Maybe a camera will catch him.