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The next morning, you start awake. You feel next to you and notice that Val is gone. At that moment you also smell some bacon and coffee wafting up from downstairs. You yawn, stretch, and roll out of bed to head down to the kitchen.
You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. You see that Val has already made breakfast and is sipping on a mug of some coffee. Val looks up at you with wide eyes, and you feel a little tingly inside of you. You give her a quick kiss on the lips, and then turn to take a seat at the table. You're about to start into some eggs and bacon when you hear Val getting up. You look over and see that she's naked except for her apron. She pours a cup of coffee, giving her toned ass a little shimmy as she does so. You decide to make a show of it, and you look at Val's exposed ass with interest. Val looks over her shoulder, catching you looking, and bites her lip with excitement. She turns around, slowly walks to the table, and deposits the mug in front of you. She leans forward, ensuring you're staring down her cleavage and pouts, "Good morning baby, now eat up. I worked so hard and I can't have my man going hungry now, can I?”
You're too busy staring at her with a dumb expression to notice she's grabbed a piece of bacon. You do notice when she slides the bacon into your open mouth. It's crispy and warm, and you almost moan a little with pleasure. You feel Val's hands on your shoulders, massaging them. She then rubs her hands up your arms and gently touches your face, "I have been absolutely needing a fuck since I woke up today. I've got a fun little idea for once you're done."
You wolf down your breakfast in record time. Val's cooking is delicious, but you're not in the mood to appreciate it. No sooner have you forked the last bite into your mouth does Val get up. She bites her lip with excitement, then bends low over an empty section of the dining table, resting her upper body on it. She then arches her lower back, wiggling her bare ass at you invitingly. You sit still for a moment, then get up and shift yourself towards Val. Forcing yourself to be stoic, you touch Val's lower back with the tips of your fingers. Val jumps a little at the touch. Her eyes go wide and she arches her back further, "Anon, I need that dick. I am so incredibly turned on right now that if you don't get inside me, I will pin you to the floor."
A surge of fear and powerful arousal bolts through your body, and your cock stiffens in moments. You clumsily strip off your sleeping clothes and position your naked self behind Val. Her slit is already glistening, and she's positioned herself at exactly the right height. You decide to push your luck just a little further and spank Val's ass. She gasps.
You spank Val's ass again, and Val jumps once more. This time, she holds herself still, and waits for your next move. She looks over her shoulder at you, lightly panting and her face flushed. Using a hand to steady yourself, you slide your cock into Val's pussy and grip your hands onto her hips. Val responds by thrusting her ass back at you, moaning as you slide into her. The sensation is incredible, and you think you'll never get tired of it. Val presses back against you, fucking herself on your hard cock. You start thrusting your hips, trying to find a rhythm to match Val's own. You find it quickly, and you start fucking Val so hard that her body noisily smacks against the table with the force of your thrusts. Val moans loudly, then gasps. You thrust your cock as hard as you can inside Val, and her body stiffens with an orgasm. You keep pumping your cock into her, and she does not stop cumming. She quivers and shakes with a powerfully climactic orgasm.
As it subsides, you hold Val's hips tight and continue fucking her. Val squeals, then moans again. Fucking Val mindless is an incredible turn on and knowing that you're making her feel so good is driving you absolutely wild. You feel a tightness churning in your balls, and you grit your teeth to build it up as much as you can. You thrust one last time, and your cock explodes inside Val. She moans loudly, and your hips continue thrusting until you're completely spent.
The two of you stand there panting for a little while. You enjoy the wetness and warmth of Val's pussy until you feel your cock start to deflate. Val leans forward with a satisfied sigh, and you slide out of her. You look down and see that her legs are trembling. She sighs again, and then giggles. "That was amazing," she says breathily. Still half-laying on the table, she reaches back and feels for the knot holding the apron on. She unties it and awkwardly fishes the apron out from beneath her and sets it aside.
Val then braces her hands on the table and straightens up again. Her legs still seem a little wobbly, but her face reads nothing but satisfaction and adoration. "Fuck, that was amazing," she repeats, this time a little more clearly. She giggles again, "We should keep our eyes open for creative places to fuck around the condo."
"Oh I've got a few ideas," you say, then lean forward and give Val a deep kiss. She returns it happily, gently biting your lip as she pulls away. You draw Val into a hug, and you feel her return it with equal enthusiasm.
"And now you'll be in a good mood for work," Val laughs.
"We should probably get cleaned up before I head to the office, huh?" you say.
"Yeah, I guess we should," Val agrees.
The two of you head up into the bathroom, and Val turns on the shower. You quickly scrub yourself clean then have a little cheeky fun playing with Val's soapy skin. You slowly drag your fingers all over her body, from the bottom of her feet, up her legs, over her ass, and up her arms. You enjoy the feeling of Val under your hands, and you enjoy the look of Val's body as you wash her. You give her nipples a little tweak, and she gasps. She then gently grasps your hands and slides closer to give you a kiss. She breaks the kiss just before your tongues meet, and says with a happy smile, "I love you, Anon."
"I love you too, Val."
She smiles brightly, then leans her head back under the shower to rinse off. Once done, she shuts off the water and fetches a pair of towels. She wraps herself in a towel and looks at you with a smile that's absolutely radiant. "Ready to head back to work?" Val asks.
"You kicking me out?" you ask with mock affront.
Val doesn't waver and smirks back, "Well you can always stay here and be my servant, but I don't pay."
You make a show of thinking, "That doesn't sound too bad actually, but I like having money and I like buying you stuff..."
You sigh and rub the towel over your hair, "Guess I oughta head into the office."
Val smiles, then wraps the towel around her head and walks out of the bathroom. You get dressed and gather your things. Val only dons a thin pink robe, and watches you intently. Always such a tease. Soon enough, you're heading out the door, and Val gives you a goodbye kiss. You get back into your car, start the engine, and pull out of the garage. Soon enough, you're back at your desk.
Work trudges by once again. It's another litany of complaints and problems to deal with, but you get into a groove pretty easily. You know the ins and outs of the system, and find yourself able to deal with most of the things thrown at you.
You order a sandwich delivery for lunch, and as you eat, you see a text message from Val. It reads: "Hey! Talked with the girls, and we want to set up a pool party this weekend. Jen says her parents will let her use their house. Do I even need to ask if you're interested? :)"
Of course you're interested, any free time with Val is absolute platinum. You text back: "Sounds great! That'll be something to look forward to at the end of this week."
You also try not to imagine your lady friends in skimpy swimsuits. That's probably your biggest weakness as a man. You're always so easily turned on by the image of a chubby woman bulging out of tight swimwear. An angry customer phonecall swiftly pulls you back down to earth. So it goes for the rest of the afternoon, and you're exhausted by the end of the day. Val cooks you a lovely dinner as is becoming usual, and you head back to your place and collapse into bed.
Most of the week proceeds in a similar fashion. Problems at work if anything seem to only be getting worse. Customers are getting angrier, and your colleagues are increasingly frazzled. You're getting a sense that things are going to get extremely difficult if you don't solve them soon.
Your phone pings with some alerts during your Thursday dinner with Val. You grin from ear to ear as you read the news: several low-value companies that you bought stock in have announced major breakthroughs or business opportunities. You feel a surge of energy and excitement, and you look at Val with an excited glance. The companies are in potentially high-growth sectors: mining, computers, and biotechnology. You and Val share a meaningful look, all but openly pondering what influence Witness had on these businesses. You had long ago both agreed to not directly discuss the AI, to reduce the risk of slipping up and spilling the secret. You decide that it's probably better that Witness is actually helping out companies with potential rather than simply manipulating their stock prices. Either way, you and Val agree that you're both probably about to make a lot of money once the market opens back up tomorrow morning.
Val sends you off with a final electric kiss, and you return home giddy with excitement. You can barely sleep, the mood feels almost like Christmas Eve. Somehow sleep eventually overtakes you.
You wake up on Friday morning to a barrage of price alerts on your phone. The stocks you noticed last night are indeed going absolutely crazy. The price of the shares you bought has spiked by hundreds of percent. You and Val basically made a fortune overnight, and the prices are still going up. You decide to get some coffee and breakfast before making any decisions. With some coffee and a little bit of toast in your system, you boot up your computer to quickly update your spreadsheets and price trackers. It's difficult to do, since the prices are still rising, but even using data that's out-of-date in a matter of minutes, you sit bolt upright as you realize something.
If you sold these hot stocks right now, you'd turn enough profit to retire, even after paying your inevitably hefty tax bill. You recall an investing maxim Val told you a while back, "Pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered."
You chuckle as you think of the saying. Metaphorically speaking, it's time to get fat as fuck. You decide to call Val to tell her of your decision. It's already past seven in the morning, and she should be up, and if not, you doubt she'd mind being awoken by this news. The call is only answered after several rings. "Hello?" A sleepy voice answers.
"Val, check your stocks."
You hear a yawn and an "Ok" on the other side of the call. Then you hear some sounds of shuffling and movement, a few taps, and a moment later you hear a gasp.
"Crazy, isn't it?" you grin into the phone.
"Oh my God, Anon..." Val breathlessly intones.
"Val, I'm about to fuckin' retire!" You triumphantly announce, and place the requisite sell orders with trembling fingers.
A few moments later, it is done. And you stare at the screen in giddy disbelief.
"You just made yourself a millionaire, Anon..."
The phone line goes quiet for several seconds, and you can hear Val shifting around and scratching her head.
"Not by myself, Val. You showed me the way. I love you so much, Val." You say, and you swear that your voice is shaking.
"Fuck, Anon. You're making me cry. I love you too..."
"We don't need to decide what to do right away. It's gonna be a few days before the transaction finalizes anyways."
"Anon... I'm so happy, for you, and for us..." Val says, her voice cracking.
"I'll be over later, if you'd like. I need to swing by the office and wrap up some things."
"Ok, Anon. Oh God.... this might be the best day ever... I... I need to issue some orders of my own. We'll talk soon, ok?"
"Ok, Val."
You hang up, and sit back in your chair. A thousand thoughts are running through your head, but you aren't sure what to make of them. You latch onto one idea. Though your job is rapidly turning to shit, you pride yourself on professionalism, and you've accrued a good bit of vacation time. You pull up the company handbook and find the section on time off. It might be a tough sell to your boss with how busy things have gotten, but you should be able to put in for some time off on short order. Just over two weeks of time off, in fact. You dash off an email to your boss with the vacation time request, and then immediately start crafting a polite but brief resignation letter. You smirk deviously as you look forward to dropping this bomb right after you take off for a "vacation". You do feel a twinge of guilt for your co-workers who'll still have to carry the work, but at the end of the day, you don't owe them your time or your sanity. They're all grown-ups, and they've chosen to stay on with the company for whatever reasons they've got.
Your personal business concluded, and with no other real ideas of what to do, you collect the rest of your coffee into a travel mug, get dressed, and roll into work a leisurely hour late. The stress and problems of your flailing company barely even register, since your exit plan is already in motion. Late in the afternoon, your boss Mr. Axel, better known by the fearsome nickname "Mr. Axe", emails back that he's approved your time off. Marvelous. Professional decorum dictates that you play along until your time off, and you wind up having to stay a little late to solve a particularly nasty customer issue. You planned ahead for a delay, however, and you smile as you think of a reservation you put in earlier in the day. Work concluded, you try to haul ass out of the office.
Mr. Axe intercepts you at the main doors. His face is serious, but not angry. Seeing him in your path trips you up almost as certainly as a bump in the floor.
"Two weeks of PTO, huh?" He asks with a small laugh.
"I've got it banked, and I need a break. Things have been nuts lately," You reply defensively.
"Heh. I approved your request, after all," Your boss replies patiently. "But I haven't gotten this far in the biz without being able to read people. You're about to be done with this place, aren't you?"
Your face twitches involuntarily. "There's no point in beating around the bush, huh?" You sigh, "Yes. I'm going to drop a resignation letter later today or tomorrow."
Mr. Axe extends his hand, a sort of somber pride written on his face, the emotion of hard-fought, valiant defeat.
You take his hand, and he clasps its partner atop the grip. "Anon, you've been a great employee. I'm sad to see you go, but there's no hard feelings. I can tell something's been going very right in your life outside of this mess, and you don't owe me an explanation. I'd be proud to be a reference for you."
You exchange a final, firm shake, and Mr. Axe releases your hand.
You say sincerely, "Mr. Axel, all I'm going to say is that I'm in uncharted waters with my life, but I don't think I could imagine things any other way. I can't help but feel a little responsible for punching out now of all times, but-"
"-but Oddgoods ExIm isn't your life. It's something you do that's merely part of your life," Mr. Axe interrupts gently. "We'll figure something out. If you ever decide you need the nine-to-five grind in your life again, you know how to reach me. Beyond that, I sincerely hope you have a great life, kiddo."
He concludes by tapping two fingers to his temple and swinging them forwards, in an informal mock salute.
"Thank you for understanding," you say back simply. "Good luck, with everything."
Your boss smiles, the two of you exchange serious nods, and you walk out the doors of your office for the last time.
This bittersweet obligation concluded, you tear down the road towards Val's place. She's waiting for you in the garage, dressed up and dolled up and practically buzzing with excitement. You unlock your doors and she hurries in, and buries you in a hungry embrace, her lips going straight for your own. You savor the moment. Her soft lips caress yours, and she nibbles on your lower lip before coming up for air and looking deep into your eyes.
"You ready to start our life as a rich couple?" You ask with a bit of a chuckle. Val grins, and the way her large eyes glow is intoxicating. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, and then settles into her seat and buckles her seatbelt.
As you drive out of the garage, she remarks, "Even I don't eat at this place very often. I like my junk food too much, and this might be the most expensive restaurant in town."
The restaurant is a nationally-famous steakhouse called "The Masterpiece". It is extremely expensive, but it has amazing reviews. The atmosphere is absolutely gourmet, and the food is legendary. The night is a blur in light of how crazy your day has been. Despite the influx of cash you'll be getting, your instincts still get the better of you and you pick a meal with reduced wallet damage. Val characteristically goes all-out, taking on a truly colossal tomahawk steak with a full set of gourmet trimmings and sides.
You can remember a time when such a display of unrestrained gluttony would have been seen as supremely trashy at a dignified establishment like The Masterpiece. Luckily for you and for Val, big meals and stuffed bellies are all the rage even among the rich and famous, so long as general table manners are followed. If anything, the proportion of celebrities who've decided to finally cut loose and eat freely suggests to you that they're making up for lost time, and are having a blast while doing so.
The meal is truly amazing. Both steaks are melt-in-your-mouth tender, and spiced to subtle perfection. When all is said and done, both of you are well and truly stuffed, though of course for Val that means she ate more than double what you did. You both small-talk about a remarkable observation: you've both been absolutely full before, but there seems to be something special about being full of world-class gourmet food. Val graciously agrees to cover her own part of the bill, pointing out that she profited off of your shrewd stock picks too. It still hurts on an instinctive level to sign off on such a big bill, but you try not to show it.
The drive back is comfortable and slow, and the two of you veritably waddle back to Val's condo. The two of you try to relax in front of the TV for a little while, but the food coma looms too large, and the two of you surrender to an early bedtime. You and Val cuddle into each other with full bellies, warm bodies, soft sheets, and dreams of fat bank accounts. You're both asleep in moments.