WELCOME !

[Emily Riono]

emily walked briskly down michigan avenue, dodging all of the people that she knew. she realised that if she talked to anyone, the fact that she was fucking her husband's bandmate could accidently slip out at anytime during the casual conversation. she shielded her eyes from the cold sunshine, and her stiletto heels clicked against the ground hurriedly. she checked her watch. corey would be waiting for her up in her building. her little mafia moneymaking business was cleverly disguised as a shoe store. it was a normal working store, but out the back was a massive office building. it was a bit dingy, but she had made it good enough to do business in. em entered the building and took the lift up to her office, right on the top floor. she owned this company, so she deserved the best office. corey was sitting opposite her chair, his feet resting on her desk, looking out the large glass windows towards chicago tower. it's not the greatest view, but it's good enough as a temporary office. she spoke up, getting his attention. its been a while baby, how you been? jordanne still hassling you about having kids?

[Corey Fleetwood]

corey could hear em talking to him, but of course he had his deaf side turned to her, and couldn't quite make out what she was saying. he decided to ignore it completely and instead stood up, sweeping her off her feet. let's not worry about any of that, let's get down to business.he pushed her gently up against the desk, trailing kisses down her neck while unbuttoning her tight blouse. em was always impeccably dressed, to the point where she looked like a barbie. but he loved it about her. corey pulled off his shirt as well, his left hand not quite working how he wanted it to. that was the fucked up thing about fucking people after you'd had a stroke. you got so excited that limbs decided they didn't need to work anymore. he flexed his fingers in and out, trying to regain at least a bit of control over his hand.

[Emily Riono]

emily had always been fascinated by corey. the power he'd lost when he fell victim to a stroke when he was a child didn't seem to hinder him too much. emily could feel corey trying to flex his fingers and she grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. they'd been doing this for five or so years, and it always amazed em that no one had found out yet. corey didn't spend most of his time with the band, and regularly pulled out of long world tours to fly emily to exotic places with him. she loved it, she got so much more attention from him than she did from her own husband. as she pressed her back up against the desk, she sent her arm swinging wildly out, clearing all of the items off of the bench space. they did this on her desk so often, she wondered when it was finally going to give in and break. they were getting down to buisness when there was suddenly a knock at the door, and the voice of em's assistant floated through the cracks. ky was on line one, waiting to talk to her. fuck. she pushed corey off of her and reached for the phone sitting on the floor. ky? hey baby, what a surprise ! yeah, i miss you too. i really have to go, i'm in the middle of something right now. yeah, something downtown. she pulled corey towards her and started to undo his pants with her other hand while she talked to her husband.

she didn't feel any guilt this time, she never did. her hand slipped inide his underwear as she told ky that she wouldn't be home until later tonight and that she loved him. how could she love two people at the same time? corey was more of an infatuation than someone she loved. ky was her husband, but he just wasn't around enough. em's thoughts ceased when corey slipped inside her, and she made a small squeak of pleasure. it was better with corey anyway, he knew how to treat a woman.