7 years prior:
She swiped the mini bristle brush out of her MK silver sequence's purse. It hung on the corner of the lopsided wooden news counter. The sequence's popular purse was telling of the time and fashion, with her first major break in the beginning of 2008. Her outfit consisted of a tight white shell and a button turquoise blouse holding extra padding in her breast area giving her a sexy appeal. The appearance of a plump D cup breast desired, to her now fitting B cup. The turquoise skirt zipped tightly around her stomach pouch of regret from excessive potato chips with bloat last night. The nude panty hose on her pale legs had slight fray wavy tears reaching her middle thigh, giving her major withdrawals of professionalism. She bit her lip, -Ten minutes-
She knew after years of telling blimps of news at Channel 9 Gingertown with random social media popularity clips this was her major break. The broadcasting of "Who really let the dogs out at the animal fair?" for dog adoptions an overused cliche. Or "How to keep your garden cucumbers crisp?" was all becoming unbearable. She needed this break, this promotion.
She brushed her thick blonde wavy curls tugging her skirt that wanted to rise on the studio bar-stool. She twirled on the stool, the red blaring lights above the prompter indicating a commercial until her guest arrived. She had managed to apply pink lip gloss, brush her curls, adjust her breast and popped a mint along with a Tums. Marron Chestnut rehearsed these lines throughout the evening, which was the hint of her potato chips fiasco and her burning esophagus. The nervous tick for salty crunchy treats her weakness, as her sapphire eyes danced checking her appearance on a mini compact mirror. She tossed it quickly into her purse feeling a cool breeze hit her heated skin. A slam echoed throughout the small 15x15 studio that could barely pay its rent, the building in shambles. The business was struggling in the small town of nothingness. The red exit sign above the door only shone a dim light on his handsome features with his entrance. He glided forward, the silky lavender hair swayed with his motions, his crisp ocean deep blue eyes held a mystic haze. He held an authoritarian demeanor with a spicy flirtatious grin as he drew closer to the studio Mono-lights. His professional appearance was considered overdressed with his Armani blue suit that snugly hugged his muscular figure. The Windsor knotted blue tie fitted his muscular neck perfectly, and suited his eyes. He was definitely from the city, and now in the small town of hopefulness.
Her coworker Zali rushed to his figure, applying a sound pack. "Good Morning Mr. Briefs so glad you could join us." She announced as she wrapped wires around his muscular body and near his tucked white shirt clipping the pack on his brown belt. Marron whispered under breath, the rehearsed lines trying her best to think clearly. " And now Gingertown can be expecting the new vendor facility of tossing and tucking Capsules with President Trunks Vegeta Briefs of CC. The business opening within the next few weeks.'
She continued to run it by her purse lips, as he took a seat on the studio bar-stool besides her. He gently smiled, clasping his hands together on the wavy water damage studio counter. He seemed cool as a cucumber, not even a bead of sweat. He wiggled his eyebrows, "Hey, Trunks Vegeta Briefs." He extended his broad bronze hand forward to her. Marron nodded, taking his hand for a brief shake, her sweaty palms giving him all he needed to know about her nervousness.
"Three minutes." Zali announced, adjusted the large studio camera, setting its parameters. Her Boss Mr. Zink stood in the back corner extinguishing a nervous cigarette swiping it across the chip concrete studio floor. He watched his secondary broadcaster, ready herself for the major break they needed. Marron blinked her sapphire eyes, the time slipping by, as Trunks leaned into her right ear. "No worries, I don't bite." He chuckled, as she gave a giggle of embarrassment, her cheeks turning crimson immediately. "Just keep it brief and sweet." Trunks winked, adjusting his tie, and passing his right hand through his silky lavender locks turning his vision to the camera as Zali announced "One minute. Marron prompt and ready." Zali snapped her fingers as Marron nervously focused on the large black camera blinking a red flashing light. She could feel the nervous butterflies, her purse lips blowing a wisp of curly blonde hair away from her vision. She flashed her teeth breaking into a fake smile.
"10 seconds." Zali announced loudly again.
Trunks adjusted himself on the bar-stool, flashing his pearly white teeth still holding a flirtatious spice.
"Good Morning Gingertown I'm your host Marron Chestnut, Today we" She paused momentarily, her butterflies getting the best of her, she swallowed a hard lump. She mentally went over the lines, she could do this.
Mr. Zink nervously gripped his chin, she was choking during the live 10:00 am broadcast. The channel 9 crew in the spotlight. The numbers of 5,065 occasionally blinking on the studio projectors indicating the small town was viewing the broadcast. The population of Gingertown nearing 6,000 was watching intently the rumor of this facility now becoming a reality. This was a major break for news casters but also for the economy. Mr. Zink cleared his throat, and coughed a productive mucus slim. -This was not good-
Marron cleared her throat hearing her boss cough. She nervously tucked a blonde curl behind her ear, as Trunks peered a questionable expression towards the newscaster. Marron broke the silence immediately blurting out words. "And now Gingertown can be expecting the new vendor facility of the tossing and fucking President Trunks Vegeta Briefs." Marron frozed immediately, the slip of the words, the live broadcast, the royal fuckup. Mr. Zink slapped his hands on his forehead, the blonde causing him severe heartburn.
Trunks cleared his throat, nervously tugging on his tie. "Yes as President of the Capsule Corps. We can now announce our opening of the new facility within Gingertown and can now project two thousand plus jobs." He turned into the camera flashing a smile and a snicker. He bit his lip not wanting to burst out in laughter. Trunks coughed, his dry throat tickling the blunder mistake tearing at him to keep his composure. How horrible would he be to further humiliate the cute blonde next to him.
"Cut...cut…" Zali, flipped the gray switch going right into commercial break. The sheer utter chaos, couldn't have gone any worse. The small town not breaking the news but was the news. Could someone say News Bloopers reel?
Marron slapped her petite hands upon her chubby face, the sheer embarrassment and the big moment swiftly passing through her grasp. "Oh my Dende" she exacerbated under her breath. Trunks twirled on the bar-stool, raising his eyebrow with mischief. He couldn't help himself gently tugging her arm. Marron slowly released her hands away from her crimson face, facing the President forwardly. She was now going to be that goober who said the most embarrassing thing to the Famous CC President on live TV. She could see her face plastered on youtube, facebook, twitter and all social media on replay. His hands never leaving her covered blouse turquoise arm warmly giving it a tight squeeze.
"It was brief but rather instead of sweet, you threw in a dash of spice huh. Might have to muff that word fucking." He chuckled, the blonde so cute with her face crimson, and twitching lips in utter shock.
End of flashback.
That embarrassing moment uniquely brought her here. Marron vicariously walked to the keypad entering the secret numbers and cautiously entered the expansive kitchen swiftly. She tugged on her leather brown bag, tossing it on the nine foot kitchen island. She eyed the wine rack quickly passing her hands along the array of bottles grabbing her favorite. The red wine called her name even at 6:00am Monday morning. The Sunday evening filled with decent sex, perhaps not passion but definitely needed. The muscles loosening it's knots in her upper back and fulfill her burning desire. Her streak nearing 90 days without a thrusted dick and a release was building with overwhelming tension. Perhaps it was why she was slacking on the job. She twirled the wine glass and flipped on the TV. Quickly glancing at her Iphone, her fingers gently scrolled across the shiny screen.
The incident years ago caused Mr. Zink to fire her on the spot in front of the famous CC President. Trunks snickering a laugh but his sympathy sparked the Saiyan to invite her to lunch that same day. What she thought was the most embarrassing moment in her life was still yes embarrassing but it embarked her on a new journey. The two developed an immediate bond that day which pushed her to Tokyo city. Her dreams of becoming a famous newscaster tossed out the window, but instead a new job offer by yours truly. She was his personal journalist/media advisor, the blunder news incident causing a social media outburst causing mortifying meme's. The most popular meme incidently developed pictured Marron sitting beside him at the lopsided news counter with the title "Let's fuck that sexy President."
So the best way to remediate another incident, was to take the problem and make it the solution. And let's be honest it wasn't even work with her new boss.
She quickly turned on the coffee pot, as the sounds and scent of brewing coffee entered the large CC east quarter room. The large section venue was his personal space, it held massive panoramic views of the city with it's open floor plan. The marble cream color floors shined a glaze as her petite pumps glided across. She leaned over opening the blinds of the large 10x10 windows, letting the glaring sun peek inside. The summer day presented itself with the temperatures rising as the windows started to develop condensation. The moisture dripping down with large droplets. She picked up the remote off the corner of the plush brown leather sofa, turning up the volume on Japan business channel. The news broadcasting numbers and stocks with CC increasing with a 4% jump in capsules and production. She quickly jotted the number down on her Iphone notepad, when she suddenly heard the shower pipes jut on through the kitchen wall.
He was up and getting ready for the busy Monday. She smirked as she turned on her heel, noticing an open bottle of champagne and box of chocolate left on the kitchen counter. She knew he had a familiar visitor last night. She peered inside the box of chocolate grabbing a sweet coconut and smacking right into it. The sweet gooey chocolate not your cheap cocoa, but Godiva. Trunks didn't flaunt being superior rich but she grew up in Gingertown, the closest to delicate chocolate was a bar at the corner store. The Godiva smoothness and cocoa sweeter as she expertly stole another piece. The breakfast wasn't balanced but it would do as she took a seat at the kitchen island. The wooden plush stool provided enough support as she expertly posted on CC social media site an update. She inquisitively posted a news clip about the President's upcoming gala event. She was receiving several bings on the CC twitter account, unknowingly why. She quickly opened the app, scrolling through the new popular trend and request. The time slipped by her as she continued to twirl the wine glass.
The wooden bedroom door cracked then opened as he emerged into the room, his shoes dragging across the polished floor. His hair was still wet from the previous shower but neatly combed. He wore a crisp white button shirt with a purple and yellow swirl tie and black slacks with shiny black shoes. He looked well rested and quite happy for a start of another busy work week. He gave her a smirk as he gently grasped the brewing coffee pot. The glass pot dinged against the mug he pulled from the wooden cabinet. He couldn't speak until that first sip of coffee. It was a general rule that neither spoke until he did so. Marron knew the rule quite well, as she twirled her fingers above her Iphone working it's magic.
Trunks opened a few sugar packets pouring it into the steamy brown liquid stirring the contents with a small silver spoon she had laid out for him. The white CC mug gently touched his lips, the Colombian coffee his addiction along with a Newport cigarette or a Maduro cigar. The first sip was so glorious and sweet. Trunks let a satisfying groan escape his lips, as he pulled the pack of Newport cigarettes from the kitchen drawer below. The perfect combo, as he tapped the carton against his hands leaning on the kitchen island now ready to speak.
"Ok Muffs, what's the breakdown?" He asked, pulling a cigarette from the crinkled pack and wetting it with his lips. He adored calling her the nickname, all because she muffed the famous word "fucking" instead of tucking.
She chuckled, shaking her head teasingly, "So your new agenda for the day is to address the stocks. The trend is we are gaining 4%, plus something about panda bears and you have been binging on social media. Perhaps a photo opportunity with a local zoo would help.. and…-" She paused when he lit his cigarette waving his hands.
"Muffs, that's not what I'm addressing." He pointed at her outfit, which honestly did appear ko-noodled. The term sex with clothes on, which yes she didn't exactly change from last night's previous event. Her tight red dress hugging her curves and the low V-cut dress dipping further down her sternum. She did manage to thoroughly fresh wipe her body with an elegant femine wipe in a hurry fashion for work before exiting her apartment. She held a scent of tropical deodorant, she knew was probably tickling Trunks sensitive olfactory nerve.
"What happened with the pups?" He genuinely asked while sipping on coffee, and taking a seat next to her on a plush stool. He peered down her dress, with an quirked eyebrow.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Marron addressed passing her hands through her blonde curls. She twitched her petite nose in aggravation.
"Well did you down size?" He snickered, pulling his cigarette to his purse lips and inhaling nicotine glory. Her breast padding completely removed from the red dress as her tiny B cups barely fit.
"Look I have no comment, it got him in ok." Marron snided, last night's CC mental health awareness function she coarsely hooked up with Chester again. Probably not the best choice, he did seem very emotional after the sex. But Chester was was adequate and supplied her need.
"So Chester am I right?" Trunks snickered knowing exactly who she went home with. The guy was over accounting with the corporation named Blaztz, which developed apps and functioning for gaming material. He had a chubbiness about him, with brunette thick hair and a thick mustache. He commonly wore several arrays of gray or green sweaters with khakis or jeans. He was a big supporter every year with the mental health functions CC held. The small gathering always came with press, awards and collaboration with other companies. The CC company prided itself in support of many health related issues. Breast Cancer awareness, Prostate cancer awareness, mental health, diabetes, and heart disease just to name a few and at each one it was a required gathering with the President and a speech. Which thankfully Marron always had the speech ready for Trunks to read and memorized minutes before the event. Trunks lips tugged upward with a broad smile, he knew the guy was uncircumcised and Muffs embarrassing secret.
"So was the snapping turtle in or out? Muahh." Trunks gestured his right hand opening and closing it, tenderly grabbing her face. He busted out laughing, when she swatted his hand away.
"Dende grow up already! You know foreskin trepidation is a fear of mine. Dare I mention we just had a mental health function." She giggled as he snapped his hands tickling her, she couldn't stay mad at him. That cute sexy smirk never leaving his lips. He chuckled, pulling his cigarette to his lips the last inhale as he smeared it across the glass ashtray extinguishing it. The smoke swirling around as he exhaled, the smell of his nicotine relaxing her nerves. Chester was her weakness, the guy had a unique way getting her in the sheets and yet it wasn't an official relationship. The span of time between the two seeing each other several days before the next rumpus in the sheets.
"So how was the sex? Did he even pull the dress off? Or busted a load in your inner thigh?" He laughed, swirling his lukewarm coffee before taking his last sip. Her crimson cheeks being the cheerful perfect morning dynamic between the two.
"You do know you are paying me right now. And we are talking about my sex life." She snided, handing him a manila folder from her brown leather bag. He snatched it with a chuckle not entertaining her to open it.
"I say money well spent. But seriously Muffs I'm happy for you. I could tell you needed some dick." He smirked, tucking a wavy curly blonde hair behind her ear. The gesture was so tender but expected from him. He held no remorse or embarrassment with her, she was his best friend. "If I had to guess, he lasted ehhh a minute maybe two." Trunks remarked standing up and adjusting his tie finally opening the manila folder of doom. He studied it, leaning over the kitchen island, his muscles gracefully moved across the tight crisp button shirt. He gripped the island inquisitively going through each individual item on the list.
"It was adequate. I'm not embarrassed by the number more so than the quality." She announced, taking her first sip of wine. She had poured it, but yet tasted it sweet tang. Trunks validating holding several bottles of Pinot Noir inside his kitchen specifically for her. It was her own addiction to the luscious sweet flavor and her morning glory. The wonders of working for a boss, who didn't give two shits as long as she kept up with the trends and news for him. She vicariously watched him go through the list, knowing when he got to number 17 there would be a remark.
"Ah ha the dirty and gush charge on the account. Let's just change that to the dirt and garden expo." He smirked, knowing it would be here on the list. The budget expense report provided every morning by Muffs. He did enjoy his Sunday evening escaping the mental health function after 45 minutes to the strip club with a social partaking of a few business men. So technically it was a business expense, but his mother reading the report a few days later wouldn't be entertained.
"Well, partaking in that department of crazy is important right?" She joked, knowing he would get a tad flustered. His cheeks briefly turned a light pink, before a smirk tugged on his lips.
"Now Muffs such functions are important for business." He snided, quickly grabbing a black suit jacket hanging on the dark cherry wood coat rack near his bedroom door. He swiftly buttoned the two gray buttons, and fixed his cuffs.
"The chocolate and leftover champagne tells me did you last a minute or two?" Marron swiped the report and manila folder quickly putting it in her leather bag. She took a large gulp of wine knowing it would be the last for the day before her return.
"Now Muffs, Saiyans don't kiss and tell. But if you must know, I can last longer and I mean very long. Like..in fact such a length that is...well-"
Marron interrupted him waving her hands and gently swiping her hands on his upper back. The black suit jacket holding on to fuzzies.
"I know...I know.." She joked, pushing him forward, needing to make arrangements with the zoo. Her phone buzzed with bings with the CC President Photoshop with a panda bear all over the social twitter account. The title "Which is more adorable?". The trend showing Trunks numbers up by 8%. She gently shook her head, he would be tickled to know he probably will be taking a photo with a bear today if she could work her magic.
Trunks clasped his hands "Ok, Muffs sheesh" as he strolled down the marble stairs with her petite heels following close behind him. "FYI, You need to have lunch with your mother. She is requesting an update on the new invention." Marron spoke, taking the last step on the marble staircase with gold railing. Trunks quickly turned his heel facing her with an glaring irritated expression.
"Muffs, I thought we've had an agreement." He spoke sternly, opening the glass door, letting her go first as expected of a gentleman.
Hey guys a here is a new story and I've been working on it for the past several weeks. I finally have a general concept what to do with it. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. I plan to do updates fairly quickly, but I just have to say I love the TxM relationship and how it develops between the two. Love the fandom and the reviews to all my previous stories etc. Please let me know if you enjoyed this first Chapter. Thanks again.