Catch's beer and egg remedy, plus a full breakfast and a massive dosage of vitamin B-12, pulled him together. He collected his briefcase and at ten o'clock picked up his Porsche in the hotel garage.
The morning air was bright and clean and Catch felt as if he could cope with anything.
The meeting was set for ten-thirty in the Land Development Corporation building in downtown Houston. Traffic was lighter than Catch had expected and he arrived at the LDC building at ten-fifteen. The building was one of the largest skyscrapers in Houston and was constructed of steel and green tinted glass.
Catch drove down the ramp to the underground parking lot and left it with the attendant. Then he took the elevator to the main floor. He crossed the beige marble hall to the private elevator which went directly to the offices of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. The elevator whooshed to a stop on the forty-fifth floor and Catch got out.
The reception area was expansive and modern-white carpet, white walls and a variety of stark black and white modernistic paintings. The receptionist was an attractive, very human-looking young lady who looked out of place in the surroundings. Her name was Amy Simmons. She had the most beautiful shade of red hair that Catch had ever seen. It was brighter than auburn yet far from being carrot-top. Her skin, pink and pale, contrasted with bright mane of hair which surrounded her oval face. She got up as Catch crossed to her.
"You must be Mr. Callahan," she said in a charming Texas drawl.
"That's right, and you're…?"
"Amy Simmons."
"Your four bosses have good taste," remarked Catch.
"Yes, it is an attractive reception room," replied Miss Simmons, guilelessly.
"It wasn't the reception room I was talking about, Miss Simmons."
The young girl blushed and shuffled papers on her desk.
"I'm afraid none of the gentlemen are in yet, Mr. Callahan. Each of them called to say they'd be a little bit late for various reasons, but I'll be glad to show you into the conference room and make you a cup of coffee."
"That would be very nice, Miss Simmons."
The young woman unlocked one of the doors behind her and stepped aside for Catch to enter. She was wearing a pink frilly blouse and a tight white skirt which fit rather snugly over her well-formed buttocks. As Catch passed her he inhaled her light, clean fragrance.
She shut the door then opened the drapes, revealing a marvelous view of the city of Houston.
The office phone rang, and Miss Simmons picked it up in the conference room. "Yes? Yes, he's here now. Right. I'll tell him, Mr. Kelly."
After she hung up she explained to Catch that the company limousine had just picked up the last of the four of them and they wouldn't be to the office for half an hour or forty-five minutes.
"Well, I might as well have that coffee, Miss Simmons."
The receptionist crossed to a richly paneled wall and opened a hidden door which led to an extensively stocked bar and kitchen area.
"How did your work with the country club turn out?" she asked Catch, as she prepared the coffee.
"Fine, if I can get them to accept it. I have my report right here in my briefcase."
"I'm sure they will like it, Mr. Callahan: Mr. Kelly has great faith in you."
Catch watched the receptionist carefully as she prepared the coffee. He was luxuriating in the well-formed lines of her body.
What's wrong with me, Catch wondered. I must be becoming a satyr. You'd think sex would be the farthest thing from my mind after last night.
"How do you take your coffee, Mr. Callahan?"
"Black and sweet."
"Two teaspoons of sugar enough?"
"Make it three."
Miss Simmons winced, but she added the sugar as directed. When Miss Simmons handed Catch the coffee, her fingertips touched his. She reacted by almost dropping the coffee cup. Some of the coffee slopped over into the saucer.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Callahan. Let me get a napkin."
She does dig me, thought Catch, smiling to himself.
She sponged up the excess liquid from the saucer and was about to turn and throw it away when Catch caught her by the wrist.
"How long did you say they'd be, Miss Simmons?"
"Why… er… I think around forty-five minutes, depending on the traffic."
"That gives us plenty of time to get acquainted. It's not the length of time I'd like to have, but it will do."
He pulled her toward him and slid his hand around her waist. "Mr. Callahan-I-"
"Shut up, Miss Simmons," murmured Catch as he pressed his lips against hers.
She surprised him by returning his kiss with unexpected passion. She slid out her tongue and pushed his lips apart, worming it inside his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the pink intruder and began sucking on it. His hands groped at her body. He felt her firm, high buttocks and squeezed them. Miss Simmons pushed against his chest and he could feel her nipples against his pectoral muscles. His cock began swelling to a throbbing hard-on as he held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
Catch began fumbling with the buttons which went down the back of her blouse, and Miss Simmons began unbuttoning his shirt. In seconds, they were completely undressed.
"Let me just lock the door and put the phone on automatic answer," said Miss Simmons.
Catch watched her as she walked across the thick carpet. Her body was a knockout. She could have easily been a Playboy centerfold… easily. He rubbed his hands over his pulsating prick and waited for her to return.
As she walked back to him, her eyes were half-closed and her lips parted and open. She put her hand on the side of his face and gazed into his eyes. Her expression was at once serious and passionate.
Catch felt a mounting arousal building up in his body as she pressed firmly against him, offering herself to the young man. He put his arms around her body and pulled her close, then he lowered his head to her breasts. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands and nuzzled his lips and nose between them. He squeezed their flesh and rubbed his cheeks against them. Then he took her right one into his mouth and sucked on it. Her response was immediate. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his face closer to her breasts. He licked and chewed the nipple until it was as hard and then moved onto the next one and sucked it until its nipple was rigid.
He moved his fingers down to her pussy and combed them through the downy auburn pubic hair which covered her cunt. The tips of his fingers worked inside her pussy lips. She pushed against him and began undulating her hips, driving her cunt against him until the tip of his finger touched her clitoris. She began whimpering.
"Hurry, Catch, hurry!"
"I hate to rush things, Amy, but…"
He lay her down on the conference table and got on top of her. He slid his arms around her waist and roiled her onto her back. He kissed her breasts once again and let his tongue trail down over her rib cage to her navel and dipped it inside. The warm, delicious-smelling perfume of her young body filled his nostrils. His lips against her satiny skin made his cock ache to be inside her.
He felt the brush of her pubic hair against his chin and moved further down. He closed his eyes tight and rubbed his lips back and forth over the soft folds of her outer lips.
Miss Simmons spread her legs further apart and her cunt opened up for him. He licked his lips, stuck out his tongue, and burrowed it into her pussy which was flowing freely with her juices. He began lapping the soft folds and digging his tongue in deeper until it touched her clitoris.
Miss Simmons squealed and threw her arms out on the conference table to cling to either side. Catch lapped her cunt until he felt it was ready for penetration, then he climbed back into position.
Her arms slid around his neck and she began biting and sucking at his chin as she surged against him. She threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around the small of his back, pulling him down on her. His cock had stiffened to a pulsating, granite-hard column of flesh. He ran his hands up and down her sides, savoring her smooth skin.
"Please put it in me, Catch!"
He wanted to wait for a few minutes before penetrating her. It would make it even sweeter. She began combing her fingers through his hair, gripping it, and pulled his face down to hers. She smashed her lips against his, opened up her mouth and began sucking them. As she did, she twisted her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his cock. Catch couldn't wait any longer. He raised himself up and began working the head of his cock into her cunt. His cock slid in about halfway, and he squeezed his fingers between their bodies so that he could feel it entering her. He stuck his finger into her cunt and searched for her clitoris.
Miss Simmons began moaning and pushed herself against him. Catch had managed to get his cock almost three-quarters of the way in when she began grunting with discomfort.
"I think we'd better try it a different way," she said, with disappointment. "I'm sorry, but you're so big."
"Any way you want it, Amy."
They broke apart and she rolled over on her stomach and got up on her hands and knees. Catch got behind her and began rubbing the head of his cock over her moist slit. His cock slid in easily and after several strokes he was able to get it all inside. Amy arched her back deeply and his cock buried itself into her hot pussy and his stomach pressed against her buttocks. With each movement his balls slapped against her vulva. He put his hands on her waist and began dog-fucking her with quick, fast thrusts of his mammoth tool.
Amy began writhing in front of him and wiggling her hips from side to side as she pushed back against him. Catch glanced nervously at the clock on the wall. It was eleven. The men would be coming any minute and so, he decided should he. He could feel his semen blooming inside him and plunged his cock in and out of her with abandon.
Amy mewed with delight and met him thrust for thrust. He put his hands under her body and cupped her breasts as he fucked her with only one thought…
I've got to come before they do!
The moans coming from Amy's throat were strained and becoming louder and louder. He fucked her even harder, titillating her clitoris with more rapidity.
"Oh, Oh! I think I can take it the other way better, Catch."
Oh shit'
He hurriedly pulled his cock out of her. It was shiny with her pussy juice. He waited patiently while she rolled over on her back, then in one firm thrust he entered her again, this time all the way.
She crushed her lips against his, sucking and biting at his tongue as she shoved against him. She wrapped one of her legs around his hips and groaned with satisfaction. He cupped her tight buttocks in his hand and began fucking her with long strokes. Then she moved her legs up even higher and her body began shuddering convulsively.
"I'm coming, Catch, I'm coming!"
The ecstatic feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy seized Catch and he began fucking her with tremendous lunges. She met his cock halfway with each stroke, and his balls slammed against her small, tight ass each time he thrust into her. She tightened her mouth around his tongue and he began spearing it in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that his cock was fucking her cunt. She continued to shake violently and went into her second orgasm.
Catch ground his teeth together and let himself go. His semen burst into her. She cried with delight as she felt his thick come pouring into her body. She lurched up at him, using her pussy like a vise to wring the juice from his cock. Catch fell forward on top of her, completely expended, then suddenly he remembered…
The time!
He looked up.
"Jesus Christ, it's almost fifteen after."
The two of them hurriedly got dressed and while Catch was downing his now-cold coffee, Miss Simmons unlocked the door. As she did, the four men stepped off the elevator to the reception room.
"Sorry to have been held up, Miss Simmons," apologized Harry Dwyer.
"That's all right, Mr. Dwyer. Mr. Callahan and I had an interesting conversation."
"Good. Now, Miss Simmons, if you would be good enough to brew some coffee for myself and the rest of the boys, we'll get our meeting started. Please don't let anything interrupt it. Take whatever messages may come in and tell them we'll call them back."
"Of course, Mr. Dwyer. I'll see to it that you're not disturbed."
Catch was exchanging greetings with the other three men, Keefe, Corson and Kelly.
"Looks like you've been working hard," remarked Kelly, noticing the fatigue on Catch's face.
"I had a long night, Jerry," Callahan quickly replied, "putting the finishing touches on the report."
"I'm anxious to hear all about it," remarked Bradley Corson, a tight-lipped man in his middle forties who was not as convinced of Callahan's credentials as the others were.
Gerald Kelly went to the wall of the conference room closest to the table and pulled down a large detailed map depicting an aerial view of the Bayou Country Club.
Catch opened his briefcase and took out his report on the country club, and as soon as everybody was comfortably seated in the stuffed chairs and had coffee and ashtrays before them, Catch began.
Miss Simmons sat to his right, taking notes in shorthand on his report.
"Gentlemen, the Bayou Country Club, in a word, is a disaster. I've made a study, and eighty-five percent of its members don't bother to attend the country club more than once a year for the annual dance. The fifteen percent who do attend the club make very little use of its facilities.
"For example, the pool is generally empty and so are the tennis courts because the fifteen percent of the people who do use the club's facilities are afraid of getting cardiac arrest. The dining room does very little business. Of course I can't blame them, the food it atrocious, the service is lousy, and the decor is enough to make you throw up."
"Isn't that a little strong?" said Corson.
"Bradley, you, Ed, Harry and Jerry are paying me for my opinion find I'm giving it to you straight."
"Continue, Catch," said Kelly. "Knock it off, Brad. Let's wait arid hear what he has to say. You've been there. It's got to be losing money for some reason."
"The reasons I already mentioned," said Catch. "Of course the help is terrible. There's no reason to expect them to be good because too few people mean too few tips. Now for the good news. The country club is ideally located. It is in the heart of the big money suburbs. It's an attractive location, and the buildings, in spite of the decor, are sound and in good condition. I have all the figures here if you'll look on page three. It could be a swinging country club, that is pulling down a big profit. I think that this can be done at your original figure of a hundred thousand dollars. The only bad thing that I can think of is that new grouping of apartment houses that they're putting up next to the golf course. It's ruining the view."
"What do you suggest, Catch?" asked Kelly.
"Very simple, Jerry. We plant a row of Cyprus trees to block out the buildings. That saves the view."
"But they'll squawk," complained Corson. "And that's the view that the people who are going to be renting the apartments want."
"That's the kind of thinking which has kept the country club a jerkwater affair," said Catch, hotly. "Fuck their view! It's our property and we can do what we want to it. Nobody asked you guys whether or not they could build the buildings, did they?"
"Catch is right," said Keefe. "The hell with the apartment buildings. Let's get those trees up. Go on, Catch."
"Well gentlemen, what I'm proposing after several weeks of researching the subject, is quite a radical change."
"How radical?" asked Corson.
"Just this radical. Bradley, I propose that membership be made available to single people."
Corson shifted uneasily in his seat.
"Wait, let me explain. Up until now you've only allowed married couples and members of families to join this country club. Gentlemen, that hasn't worked, it will not work. Young people want to be with young people, and a lot of them aren't getting married anymore. They want to go places where they can meet other unmarried people, and it sure as hell isn't the Bayou Country Club. I recommend that we get some snappy decorator in there, and at a minimal fee redo some of those dreary rooms. I would say that without a doubt most of the help should go, particularly the chef. The food's horrible. What they need is something that includes a lot of fast light-weight things like salads, burgers, steaks. All the young people are on diets. Maybe set up a yogurt bar with stools so that those in a hurry can eat without going through all the hoopla of sitting down in the dining room. The new help should be young, attractive and on their toes. We ought to get a couple of beefy, good-looking lifeguard's. We've got to get rid of that little faggot who's working there now. He won't attract anything but fruit flies."
"But… but…" Corson sputtered, "that's the son of one of our prominent members."
"I don't give a rat's ass. He's a faggot and I don't have anything against faggots in particular but they attract other faggots, and that's not the kind of club you want. I propose we build a few more tennis courts, even if we have to cut into the golf course. Golf is an old man's game. The young people like tennis. I think we ought to do some advertising, have a couple of sexy girls and one of our new he-man lifeguards pose by the pool. That'll draw people. Gentlemen, you can sell shit if you advertise it right. I also propose that you enlarge the parking lot. You're going to need the space if you accept this report. That's all I have to say, gentlemen, the facts and figures are there for you to look at. I've been paid for my work, you have it. It's up to you to decide what you want to do with it."
"Catch, would you mind waiting outside while we discuss this?" said Kelly.
"Not at all."
Catch left the conference room and went out to the reception room. He sat down and read a magazine but couldn't keep his mind on the printed page. The reception room still smelled of Miss Simmons' cologne. He'd wished that they hadn't been so rushed. If things went well he decided he would ask her out for dinner that night to celebrate.
Inside the conference room the men were heatedly discussing Catch's proposals. Dwyer, Keefe and Kelly were accepting them right down the line. The only problem was Corson, who was a bit of a conservative.
At last, Kelly, exasperated, said, "Look, Brad, if you don't want to go along with the ideas that Catch has, then I suggest the three of us buy out your interest in the country club and let it go at that."
Corson considered. He was too smart a businessman to let the opportunity pass him by. "All right," he said finally, "I'm in. I'll do what the majority decides."
"I thought you'd come around," said Kelly, with a smile. Kelly went to the door and yelled for Catch to come in.
"Catch, we've decided to accept your proposal, and a very good proposal it is, if I may say so."
"Well, gentlemen, I guess my work's finished."
"We'd like it if you'd stay on for awhile, Catch, on full salary of course, and oversee some of the changes that are going to be made," asked Kelly.
"Well, I…"
"We'd appreciate it very much if you did," said Keefe, "and if things turn out the way we hope there will be a large bonus for you."
"Very well, gentlemen, I'll stay."
The meeting broke up. On his way out, Catch stopped by Miss Simmons' desk. She looked up and smiled.
"I thought your report was smashing, Mr. Callahan."
"I think you're smashing, Miss Simmons. How about dinner tonight?"
She looked distressed. Catch was confused. Was he losing his touch?
"I'm sorry, Catch, I can't. You see I use my maiden name for business. I'm married… to Mr. Corson."
"Enough said," replied Catch, and went to ring for the elevator. Miss Simmons got up and went to where he was standing and whispered, "I appreciate your offer. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this morning."
"I did too, Amy."
She glanced nervously at the closed door of the conference room and hurriedly kissed him on the lips.
"Come early for a meeting again sometime, Catch."