Vita via Miccolo (Life according to Michael)
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Vita via Miccolo – Recollection of visits to the zoo

Vita via Miccolo – 1. Recollection of visits to the zoo

It had always amazed me how someone as ruthless in business and in life as Michael could at times do something simple like feeding the elephants in the Bronx Zoo. I’d always look around at the zoo expecting a drop of some sort, or a meeting to take place but it was just a day that he’d wanted to get out of downtown Manhattan.

That particular morning he walked past my desk as I sat typing his confidential notes and I heard him say, "Sparky, grab your gear or whatever a woman takes with her when she goes to the zoo."

I answered, "Sir, I’m in the middle of the notes. You said to make sure I get them done and not move my ass until they’re done. To be specific, Sir, and meaning no disrespect, your exact wording was I’m suppose to keep my ass glued to the chair. And please call me Jessika, not Sparky."

Michael answered, "Well, Sparky, this is my fucking office. You’re my damn secretary and I’m telling you to unglue your ass, grab the shit you want to take to the zoo and call the driver."

Sighing I quickly put the papers in the right desk drawer and locked it. Then, picking up the phone I called downstairs to the parking garage, "Hi, Gino, I need Vinny to drive Mr. G. No, Vinny, he’ll be told the location once Mr. G is in the car."

I turned toward Michael, "Why does he always ask where? He knows I can’t tell any locations and yet he always asks. I hate that."

Michael smiled, "Don’t worry about it. You just be a good girl, follow what I tell you and you’ll always do the right thing. Got it?"

I laughed, "Got it!" Grabbing my things I turned off the desk lamp and followed him to the private elevator leading to the garage. As we exited the elevator the two men standing guard at the elevator greeted us. I always felt odd when they watched me walking with Michael to the limo. Anthony, one of the guards, always would ask Michael, "Why you taking her? You bringing her back?" I’d always laugh and say, "Anthony, where else would he bring me back to? I live near here." I’d notice an odd look go between the two men but Michael would always answer, "Don’t worry. She’s fine, her elevator gets stuck once in a while in the lobby, but all in all the kid’s okay."

"UH, excuse me Sir, but this kid is already in her 40’s and my elevator is just fine. It just doesn’t always understand you."

Vinny was there by then opening the limo door and Michael had gotten in when he turned to me and said, "Sparky, get your ass in the limo and stop thinking. Thinking gets you in trouble."

I got into the limo and Vinny got into the driver’s seat. Before putting up the glass partition between the back of the car and the driver’s area, Vinny said, "Ferry? Zoo? Staten Island? Atlantic City? Jersey Shore?"

Michael thought for a moment, "Zoo, but take a different route."

It didn’t take long to get to the zoo and during the week at opening time the zoo was never crowded. We managed to get to the elephant area rather quickly. Michael, as always, sat down on a bench and said, "Sparky, see that vendor over there? Go get some peanuts."

I laughed, "Can I look in the bag or is it confidential?"

Michael laughed, "Your such an idiot. There’s only going to be peanuts in the bag. I swear I should fire your ass but then you’d get yourself into all kinds of problems."

I brought back the peanuts, "My problems seem to have either started or stopped that morning we met about ten years ago. But, all in all I guess I better not complain, right?"

Throwing a peanut to the elephant he gave me a sideways glance, "You asking or answering your own question?"

"I guess asking would never get the answer I want, so I may as well answer my own questions." I said that in a rather sad tone always wanting Michael to just give some kind of emotion, yet knowing that was the one thing he didn’t like to give.

Throwing another peanut to the elephants he stood up, "Let’s walk. Sparks, expectation and failure go hand in hand. Don’t expect the right answer from anyone. Just ask a question and deal with the answer. Got it? Always be prepared for a good answer and a bad answer but never expect one or the other. Got it?"

Catching up to him I walked close to his side, something I automatically did when we walked anywhere I wasn’t comfortable. "Yes, got it. I’ve got files and files in my head of sayings to live by."

Putting his hand on the nape of my neck we walked back to the car. He’d never put his arm around me when we were walking, but he’d always hold the nape of my neck like he was steering me in directions. I laughed, "I swear I feel like you’re steering me like a car."

As we approached the car Vinny opened the door and once again I returned to the safety of the limo. I wondered why we only stayed at the zoo for a short time. I knew enough not to bother asking because after working and knowing Michael for over ten years I knew his answer would be don’t ask the boss why he does anything on any schedule. I waited while he and Vinny spoke and finally Michael entered the car and closed the door.

He rubbed the back of my neck, "He’s taking the long route back. Sparks?"

I raised my eyebrow in question, "Sir?"

He started unzipping his slacks, "Be good Sparks and just listen to me. I’ll always keep you safe."

That much in life I believed - that Michael would always keep me safe. He always guarded anything he considered property and kept it safe. All in all it wasn’t a bad place to be in life at my age, since everything else in life confused me.

"Sparky get on your knees. Let me feel your mouth sucking on me."

I whispered his name before my lips started kissing his hard shaft. It seemed that my belonging to Michael was inevitable from the day I walked in for the interview. I’d never expected to be having sex with my boss but it seemed after so many years that it just was natural between us, "Michael, I need you."

He rubbed the back of my neck and his voice had lowered with that possessive tone I always needed to hear, "Needing for a woman is good. You keep needing me."

I knew that was the closest he’d ever say for me to know that it was okay that I needed him. As he pulled his slacks down lower on his legs my hand cupped his balls squeezing them with slight pressure. I could feel the pressure from his large hand on the nape of my neck, guiding me to suck him deeper into me mouth. I loved him in my mouth as he guided me to suck him slow and tight. His hand tightened in my hair holding me so that my mouth stayed at the head of his cock. I knew what he wanted and my tongue immediately licked around the top. I could taste the sweet drop of pre-come, as it slowly dripped from him onto my tongue. My hand kept squeezing and playing with his balls until I felt them tightening and heard his breathing deepen. His hand remained in a clenched fist…my hair twined within his fingers. I knew it was my turn to take the control and I began to squeeze tighter on his balls while sucking harder and faster up and down his hard cock. At the sound of his deep groan my mouth tightened like I was sucking an ice cream popsicle- at that moment my only goal in life was to have him come hard like he never had before.

Perhaps this was one thing I knew I was good at and I enjoyed it because at that moment I didn’t feel insecure and knew what he liked. Tighter I squeezed his balls…the tighter I sucked the tighter I squeezed. I felt his hand tightening in my hair the more I squeezed on his balls and I kept up the steady rhythm…up and down, tighter, faster…sucking. I felt so needed when I knew he was getting to that point where he wouldn’t stop even if he could.

Squeezing and pulling on his balls I heard him curse when he couldn’t hold it back anymore and had to come, "Fuck, damn you, Sparky!" I inwardly smiled at the power I had over Michael the precise moment he began to come.

Feeling his fist loosen in my hair I sat up and grinned at him while I sipped a cup of coffee that Vinny had previously put in the limo.

I watched Michael pulling up his slacks while I sat grinning at him. He looked over at me and growled, "Stop grinning. It was only a blow job, not a business acquisition."

I kept grinning, "Best damn blow job anyone would be willing to give you at no charge."

He laughed and answered, "Yeah, maybe. But the others I don’t have to listen to and can send them home. Money can’t buy you love, but it gets you a damn good imitation. Got it?"

Turning away I looked out the window and sneered, "Yeah, I fucking got it!"

Michael grinned knowing he could still get me jealous in less than a second even after ten years. Reaching over he grabbed me by the back of the neck pulling me next to him. Kissing me on the top of the head he growled, "Well, maybe it was just slightly equal to a business acquisition."

I rubbed my cheek on his arm, "Yes, much better. Got it?"

I heard him sigh or maybe it was a groan, "Yes, Sparky, I got it. Now get over that pillow talk shit and let’s discuss the cocktail party we’re going to this evening and the business to accomplish there."

"Okay, one more second of talk and then business. You can just answer yes to everything so that way I get the answers I want. Okay?"

He reached for his coffee – "Three questions and only three - and no promises to answer yes, so you’d better think before you ask, because I don’t have time for you to burst into tears and that shit – Got it?"