Executive Engagement

She obviously saw me look at her tits. It’s not like I was subtle about it. And all she did was giggle. She wouldn’t make me work for it, not in the same way Lizzie would.

Besides, Chuck would kill me if he found out I fucked his favorite Bennet babe.

I know where I can find the owner, but instead of going directly there, I walk around the building for a little bit. After some searching, I find Lizzie in the living room, reading a book. The doorway is positioned behind her, so she doesn’t realize I’m there at first.

“Taking a break, are we?”

Lizzie turns around. She doesn’t greet me with a smile the same way Jane did.

“Oh, you’re here.” She immediately turns back around and goes back to reading her book.

I come around to the front side of the couch. Lizzie is wearing a low-cut dress that barely goes down to her thighs. In fact, I can just make out the side of her ass. And by the looks of it, she’s not wearing any panties.

Hell fucking yes.

“So, what brings you around here again?” she asks.

“If you just came for me to suck your cock again, you’d be better off finding a prostitute to take care of that for you.”

I’m able to make out the title of the book she’s reading. The History of Sexuality by Michel Foucault.

“That’s not why I’m here. Besides, you don’t seem like the kind of girl to just drop on her knees at a moment’s notice. I actually wanted to see if you would join me for dinner sometime,” I say.

Lizzie doesn’t respond at first. It’s a good move. She’s waiting to see if I’ll panic and try to retract my request. Solid power move. I don’t say anything else. We simply stare into each other’s eyes. It takes all my willpower not to dart my eyes toward her tits.

“Okay, sounds good,” she says. She picks up her book again and goes back to reading.

“I’ll text you the details,” I say.

I head out of the living room, making sure not to overstay my welcome by trying to figure out all the details right then and there. I open the front door, and that’s when I hear a voice.

“That was a quick meeting,” Jane says from behind me. “Did you already meet with the owner?”

“Right, the owner.” I begin to remember why I actually came to this mansion in the first place. I head upstairs to take care of the actual business so I can get the fuck out of there before Lizzie sees just how much her acceptance of my offer for dinner pleases me.

Later that evening, I set out to meet Lizzie.

I pour her and myself a glass of wine each. Lizzie’s certainly not a cheap date. She insists we get the most expensive bottle of wine Giorgino’s could offer. And of course, I’m happy to oblige.

It’s always a fun game to see how much I need to spend to get a woman to sleep with me. Some women need to really be wined and dined before they’re willing to let their panties drop. I bet there are some women who would be willing to suck my cock for some fast food chicken nuggets and fries.

But this woman has incredibly expensive tastes, it seems.

“You seem to be spending a lot of money on a girl who isn’t going to fuck you tonight,” Lizzie says.

“We’ll see about that,” I reply. “Perhaps by the end of this meal, you’ll be so enraptured by me, your only coherent thought will be to grab my cock.”

“Is that what most women want to do to you after the first date?”

“Is this a first date? I feel like our first meeting could count as a date.”

“That was a meeting. We were talking business.”

“Talking is not what I remember your mouth doing.”

She smiles. The first time I think I’ve seen her genuinely do so. No tease, no smartass-ing. I can tell just by looking at her that she wants to fuck me. She has the same impulse I do. I think if we were both simply willing to indulge in our fantasies, we wouldn’t even be at dinner now. We’d be in one of our bedrooms fucking each other’s brains out.

The waiter brings our food out, but I have no interest in the $100 lobster meal I ordered. I’d rather be eating out Lizzie’s pussy right now.