Executive Engagement

“Well I don’t want a taste of any of...” she says as she gestures at my body.

But I see how her eyes linger for a moment on my cock.

“Hello, MaleOrder.com customer service. This is Tanya. How may I assist you?”

The customer service woman sounds bored. She sounds more monotone that I can’t tell if she is a real person or a robot.

Maybe even one of the three that had picked up earlier.

“Hi. I mistakenly ordered from your website and I’d like to return my purchase,” she explains to the operator. Her eyes never leave my body.

“I’ll see what I can do. Hold, please.”

I wink, and she turns her back on me. She’s fighting it, but it’s obvious she wants it as much as I do.

“You know, you’re not much of a host. First, you purchase me from some website—and then when I’m dropped off on your door step, you don’t even offer me anything to drink.”

“That’s because you aren’t staying here—at all. I’m returning you, and that will be the end of it. So, don’t even think about getting comfortable.”

She’s feisty, and I like it. I can only imagine what kind of firecracker she is in the bedroom.

“Hello, ma’am?” It’s a new voice on the speakerphone, but still just as bored-sounding as the other one.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but our policy dictates that you must keep your purchase for fourteen days before you can return them for a refund.”

“Oh, you better be fucking kidding me right now!”

“Some relationships take more time than others to develop. We’re sure that you will love your purchase and ultimately be happy with the decision you’ve made.”

I’m pretty sure that the robot Doctor Phil speech is about to make my purchaser throw her phone across the room.

Will: One. Woman who purchased me: Zero.

“Thank you again for using MaleOrder.com. We hope you enjoy your evening.”

She lets out one long sigh of frustration, and I decide to go take a seat in her living room.

“Whoa! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To have a seat. You heard the woman. You can’t return me, so you gotta keep me.”

“No way. You’re leaving. Right now. I’m not fucking staying around here.”

I find a leather chair and have a seat. The black fabric feels cool and nice against my body.

“Well, if you’re not fucking staying here, would you care to go to the bedroom instead?” I look up at her with a smug smile of victory.

Because, let’s be real here, I won.

I may not have wanted this at first, but I’m here and I’m going to enjoy myself. And I plan on enjoying her as well.

“Look, I work in a couple of hours. I don’t have the time to deal with this bullshit. Now get up and get the fuck out. Now!”

Her tone is absolute in its resolve. Her body? Not so much.

As I stand up, I see her golden eyes look down at my cock and linger again.