I’ll say this for Catherine: she would never look to us for gratitude, or even a simple thanks. She does what's right for the sake of it. Plus, she still marks everything on a paper calendar in her office.
Now everyone is looking at me for a resolution. That's what I get for speaking up. I run through my thoughts. I have no fucking clue about this Darcy dude, but Hawk Wickham has the financial chops to make this deal happen. For sure, loaded to the gills.
To these guys, Bennet Babes is just another investment, numbers in a portfolio. If they're smart at all, they'll realize that the people in this room control the value of their investment. The power is in our hands.
With my fellow cam ladies watching me expectedly, I deliver my ultimatum.
"Those guys will want to keep us on. And for them to have us, they'll have to play ball. On our terms. We'll have our own stipulations ready for them."
Darcy
Here I was, thinking as soon as I walked into the Bennet Mansion I’d be surrounded by beautiful young girls. Instead, I’m sitting here in the lobby with George “Hawk” Wickham.
He’s a nice enough guy, though he can be a real prick sometimes. Just one of the oh-so-many reasons I prefer being friendly rivals than associates.
Right now, he’s sporting his bulge that’s nearly breaking open his zipper. He’s a former porn star, so it makes sense the very thought of meeting (and most likely fucking) some attractive girls would excite him. I won’t lie, it’s arousing me, too.
Before I get the chance to open my mouth to try to give him shit about his obvious hard-on, Catherine walks in accompanied by the Bennet Babes.
They’re all stunning. I knew that before walking in here today. But there’s one in particular who catches my eye. Even more so than when I saw her on the cam show.
Lizzie.
“Girls,” Catherine starts. “These are our potential buyers. You should show them what our business is all about.”
Lizzie steps up to greet both of us. There’s an air of confidence about her that tells me she doesn’t hesitate to take charge in the bedroom.
Like, one second you would think you’re in control, and the next she’d pin you down on your back and grab a dildo. And you’d only have a second to react before realizing she doesn’t intend to use it on herself.
Before I even get a chance to comment on her exceptional tits, she gets right down business.
“Look, I want to be very clear with you two gentlemen. This is our mansion. We’ve been making a great living for a while now, and as far as we see it, there’s no reason to make substantial changes. I have some demands you two should be aware of before continuing with this business venture.”
Is it possible to get your cock hard from a woman telling you what to do? I’m impressed. Then Hawk starts laughing.
“Jesus Christ, got a little mouth on you, don’tcha?” Hawk says. “Let me tell you, I’m always the dominant one, so you can drop the act.”
Lizzie doesn’t miss a beat. She pulls out a folded piece of paper out of her bra. She’s wearing a black tank top that’s being held up with threads that can’t be more than a couple millimeters wide.
I’ve been staring at her perfect tits for so long—how the hell did I miss the paper in there?
“I wrote up some terms. First: we will never have sex with either of you on camera. Seems pretty self-explanatory, but I figured it would be best to simply get it out of the way.”
Wait, did you catch that?
On camera? Yeah, me too. That’s a loophole if I’ve ever seen one.
Anyway, back to what Lizzie’s saying.
“Next: we do what we’re comfortable with. The way I see it, you can handle the money while we handle our bodies. Third—”
“Lizzie.”
Catherine steps in. I completely forgot she was there, along with four other girls. Lizzie has this presence that simply demands attention.
“There’s no reason to bog the gentlemen down in semantics right this second. Why don’t we show them around the premises? We’ll talk numbers and terms later.”
“Yeah,” Hawk says, “why don’t you shut your pretty little mouth? I can think of at least five different things you could use it better for.”