“We had a quickie.”
Chuck begins putting paperwork back inside his briefcase. It’s clear the business portion of our meeting has ended. He obviously realizes it’s time for us to talk sex.
“Not bad,” Chuck says. “How was her pussy? From what I’ve seen on the live shows, she has a tight little thing down there.”
“Actually, we didn’t fuck completely,” I admit.
“Bullshit.”
“Serious. She gave me a blowjob, but something came up before we could really fuck.”
Chuck doesn’t press the matter any further. He knows I’d have no reason to lie to him. If I’d actually fucked her, I would tell him and anyone else who would listen.
“Well, if you want to close that deal completely, I recommend, as your lawyer, to do it before this deal closes,” Chuck says. “If you fuck, and then something happens, it’ll be a lot easier to deal with before you’re technically her boss.”
I stand up from my desk and look out the window. It’s a fantastic view of the city. I can’t help but think about all the girls I’ve fucked in this office.
Sometimes I’ll just have them blow me under the desk, like that escort the other day. Sometimes I’ll fuck them directly on my desk. There’s nothing hotter than bending a woman over and having her scream your name while you’re overlooking the city.
I wonder if a passing helicopter or some loner with a telescope has ever spied on me fucking in here. I wouldn’t mind in the slightest. I would hope watching me fuck a beautiful woman would be the highlight of a person’s day.
“I know how to keep it professional,” I finally say.
“That’s one of the reasons I like working with you, Darcy,” Chuck responds. “You know to how to separate business from pleasure.”
“Can you really say the same thing?” I ask of him. Chuck smirks. He knows what I’m implying.
“I only have sex with the women I represent, after the divorce is finalized. At that point, we’re just two people in an office. She’s a grateful former client while I’m the guy who got her fifty grand a month in alimony. But once this deal closes, you’re working with Lizzie for the long haul. If you want to fuck her, do it now. And that’s my professional opinion.”
Chuck gets out of his seat, picking up his briefcase. He takes out his smartphone, looking at the time. He starts rushing toward the door as though he just remembered something important.
“Listen, I have to head out,” Chuck says. “Jane’s having her live show soon. She’s my favorite. Did you get a chance to meet her while you were at the mansion?”
“Briefly,” I say.
“You didn’t fuck her, did—”
“No, I didn’t.” But it certainly would have crossed my mind—if I hadn’t had a singular focus on Lizzie. I mean, hell, all the Bennet babes are insanely attractive.
I could die a happy man, to be in bed with all of them at the same time. One by one, they would all take turns hopping on my cock, riding it until they came. But after Lizzie sucked my cock, I’d be satisfied fucking her alone in a room, passionately and roughly.
Chuck leaves, seemingly satisfied with the progress of our meeting. I stare out the window again, unable to get Lizzie off my mind.
I think it over. But I know Chuck is right. I need to fuck her. I need to get her in this office, bend her over the table, and fuck her until I cum inside her. So I better start acting quickly. I need to do th
is before the deal is finalized.
At the moment, I still have a rock-hard cock. I take it out and start masturbating while looking out the window. I wonder if anyone can see me through it. If anyone is, I hope they fucking enjoy the view.
Lizzie
Does Lydia even notice how well the late afternoon sunlight plays off her amazing body? As she stares at herself blankly in the mirror, it's clear she doesn’t. Yeah, it's just a day at work, but we're all somewhere else.
As they get ready for their cam shows, Lydia and Jane are thinking about their future, while I'm simply floating in the beautiful haze enveloping my life.
Jane and Lydia share a look that tells me that there's swirling gossip about me. I can't have that, but the only way to stop it is the truth.
Just as I'm about to open my mouth and blab gleefully, Lydia suddenly interrupts her ritual to chip in her two cents about whatever she thinks is going on.