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Vita via Miccolo (Life according to Michael)

22. What is Pretty

I was watching Michael. I was sitting on the couch in his office while he spoke on the telephone to Anthony. He was wearing a dark blue, pin-striped tailored Armani business suit. His shirt was open at the collar his shirt was a lighter shade of blue than his suit. Around his neck was the thin gold chain that I’d bought for him for Christmas about ten years ago. I remember when he’d opened the box and looked shocked and said, “You think I’m some woman – I ain’t wearing a necklace!” He’d put it in his closet and after a few months one day he’d put it on and he’d worn it every day. Admiring his build for a man of his age and kowing he ran every morning, I still could never bring myself to go jogging so early in the morning with him. I could sit like this and watch Michael for hours and admire his hands, his body, lips. After all these years he still intrigued me. Finally, he hung up the phone and looked over at me.

“Sparky? You okay, babe? We’ve got a meeting in an hour. You feel sick or something?”

“Michael, do you think I’m pretty?”

I recognized his groan of disgust as he said, “Sparky, do we have to start with that emotional stuff so early in the day – does it matter who thinks anything about you?”

I looked away and then back at him and asked, “If Gianni offers to be bought out for $150,000 are you going to do it?”

Michael answered immediately, “Yeah, I’ll try and get it down, but that’s as high as I’ll go. Why?”

“Well, Michael, if you can make a $150,000 decision right away, they why can’t you make a decision right away if I’m pretty or I’m not pretty. It only takes yes you are, or no you aren’t and must be simpler then buying someone out.”

Michael ran his hands through his hair and then came over to the couch and sat down. He tipped up my chin as if inspecting my face turning it all different angles. Then gazed into my eyes, “You’ll do!” Laughing he got up, “Sparks, where’s this pretty question coming from? What happened in the last twenty-four hours that has you going into that insecure place you seem to go every once in a while. I’m not fooling around with anyone or fucking them, I’m not seeing any hookers, so what’s up with do I think you’re pretty or not?”

That was more of an answer than I’d expected. It really didn’t answer the question that I asked and put me on answering, so I explained, “Okay, Michael, let’s look over your hookers! I overhear you at times talking to Anthony saying things like she was a hot looker. I hear you talking about women with Anthony and you say things like she’s one pretty woman. So, all I’m asking is pretend that you’re talking to Anthony and describe me to him?”

“Fuck. We don’t have time for this. Sparky, you want to know if you’re pretty go look in the mirror and you tell me what you think I should tell Anthony! What do you think of yourself?”

I didn’t expect him to grab me by the back of the neck and drag me over to the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. “Now, look and tell me!”

I didn’t like how this was going, “Michael, I’m sorry and let’s forget it and go for coffee or something. I was being silly, but now I think we should just forget I even said anything, okay?”

Michael didn’t smile but took his hand from in back of my neck and smiled, “Kneel down and suck on my cock.”

“Michael, I ask if you think I’m pretty, and you answer that thought by telling me to suck your cock watching the reflection in the mirror? How do those two things correlate?” I’d already unzipped his pants, pulled them down and was kneeling looking up at him.

“First you suck and get me off – then I’ll explain.”

My hands were rubbing over his balls when he’d said that. I felt the feeling of needing to please him. I loved kneeling before Michael kissing his thighs, running my nails over their muscles. I glanced in the mirror and watched my fingers on his flesh. I could see his expression with his eyes closed. He was pleased. I watched as I cupped his balls and my fingers closed tighter and tighter. He looked into the mirror, “Think we look good, Sparky?” I smiled and licked his cock up and down before closing my lips around the head. Then I glanced in the mirror and watched myself sucking on his cock. It made me feel like I was performing. Squeezing his balls tighter I sucked harder and watched as his hands tightened in my hair urging me to do it faster.

I could feel him hitting the back of my mouth and could taste his cum as it started dripping. I pulled on his balls while I almost felt as if I was crushing them but his moans of pleasure told me otherwise. Now I felt like we were one. I could feel him needing to cum. Faster I sucked and moved my tongue for added pressure on his shaft. I felt his balls get tighter and tighter and then felt him shudder, stiffen and shoot his hot load into my mouth. I was so greedy for him that I made sure I swallowed it all. Glancing into the mirror I watched as his expression relaxed and I finished kissing his thighs.

He pulled up his slacks and then pulled me to my feet. Turning me to the mirror I could see our reflections.

“Sparky, we look good. I like to watch. I like to watch you on your knees. I like to watch you sucking on me. Do you like how we look?”

I was mesmerized watching us in the mirror, “Yes, I love how we look together.”

He kissed me on the head, “Come on Sparky, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee before we get to the meeting.”

We walked out of his office and in the elevator I laughed, “Michael, you never answered my question if you thought I was pretty.”

Michael grinned – “You’re pretty easy to get off track when you start thinking how much you like me and want to please me so yeah, you’re pretty!”

I laughed knowing that was all I’d get him to say – but there were always going to be other times and I’d still get him to tell me.