The Bosses and Their Partners Pt. 02

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*Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictitious, at least 21 years of age, and consenting to all of the acts described.
Mark gagged on Mr. Edwards' cock as his boss pressed a hand against the back of his head. This was the third time he was sucking his boss off this week, but he didn't mind. According to Ashley, Mr. Edwards was going to offer Mark a promotion, so Mark wanted to give the best head possible.
"Fuckin' hell, Mark," Mr. Edwards said. "It's like you need it to live!"
Mark just kept sucking. Eventually forcing out long strands of cum from his boss' penis. He swallowed the load with glee, knowing from the loud grunts that he had satisfied his boss. Mr. Edwards pulled up his pants and adjusted himself in his dark brown leather chair, motioning for Mark to take a seat across from him. The leather creaked as he sat down, reflecting what little bits of light managed to break through the covered windows. Ringing phones could be heard from inside Mr. Edwards' office. Mark's cock twitched at the thought of sucking dick and getting promoted while everyone else was working.
"Do you feel good, Daddy?" Mark asked teasingly. Mr. Edwards smirked at the title.
"Oh yes, you're a very good boy," he replied. "Now Mark, I didn't call you up here just to help me cum. As much as I appreciate it."
A wave of excitement rose in Mark's chest. Finally, a promotion and a pay raise.
"Ashley and I have given this a lot of thought," Mr. Edwards continued. "And we feel you're ready for more responsibility. I'm sure you feel the same."
"I do," Mark began. "And I appreciate you saying that."
Mr. Edwards sat back, satisfied. "Of course. Especially considering the way you've handled our special arrangement with class and discretion, it's really a no-brainer to promote you to Partner."
Mark couldn't believe it. All it took to get here was sucking a dick or two. His hands tightened on the wooden arms of the chair, awaiting the details like he did instructions from his new fuckbuddies. But Mr. Edwards looked uncomfortable, almost anxious. It was a rare expression for a man who normally exuded such confidence.
"But first, I have a question to ask you," Mr. Edwards. "And I would prefer if you didn't mention this to Ashley or Jasmine. It's rather sensitive."
A shade of embarrassment washed over Mr. Edwards' face, like he'd been caught stealing. Mark sat back in his seat, his excitement subsiding. Mr. Edwards stood and began pacing around the room.
"You see, Mrs. Edwards and I have been trying for a baby for quite some time now," he began. "And we haven't had any luck. After some tests, we've determined that the fault is my own. My sperm count isn't quite where it should be. It's not impossible for us to conceive, but it is highly unlikely."
Mark looked his boss in the eyes. "I'm so sorry to hear that Mr. Edwards. Have you considered adoption? I have no doubt you'd be welcomed by any agency with open arms."
"We have," Mr. Edwards replied. "For reasons I'd rather not disclose, we were not up to snuff."
He sat back down. Mark let out a sigh, and scanned the room as if looking for another option. Stacks of paper created a barrier between him and Mr. Edwards, but his boss' face poked out from between two stacks, revealing a handsome and exhausted man. This was not the first time Mr. Edwards has had this conversation.
"So I have a proposal," Mark's boss said. "Mrs. Edwards and I were wondering: would you want to try and get her pregnant?"
Those words hit Mark like a freight train. This was the last place he expected the conversation to go, and a response was out of reach. Words failed him, but he had to say something.
"Um, well... I dunno," Mark stumbled. "That's a pretty big commitment, ya know?"
Mr. Edwards waved off the concern. "You can be as involved in the child's life as you want. We'd treat you like a dear family friend, or an unofficial "uncle" type. Or you can just be a work associate, someone the child knows only by name. Your choice. And of course, this wouldn't affect your promotion at all."
With a moment to collect himself, Mark managed to formulate a coherent thought.
"Can I think about it?" He said. Not a great thought, but a coherent one. "I need to sit with this."
Mr. Edwards stood up from his desk. "Great idea! You take the night to think about it, and get back to me tomorrow. When you have your decision ready, just swing by!"
The tension had finally left the room, and Mark felt like he could breathe again.
He made his way back to his desk where an envelope with a heart drawn on the front sat. Inside the envelope was a letter, handwritten in picturesque cursive.
It read:
Mark,
Your presence is requested at the Highlight Hotel tonight at eight. When you arrive, ask for room 32. The concierge will give you a dry-cleaning bag that contains a tandoğan escort special outfit. When you arrive at the room, please put on the outfit and lie down on the bed. Special guests will join you shortly thereafter.
Don't be late,

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