Executive Engagement

I want to fill every orifice of hers with my hard cock, and then afterward, I want for us to relax in bed, just like this.

I’m tired of fucking escorts all the time. I want someone like Lizzie. Someone who understands my body and needs perfectly and who isn’t afraid to do whatever is necessary to leave me completely satisfied.

And I have to say, I also get some pleasure in satisfying her, too. With escorts, I just want to cum inside them and leave. With Lizzie, I want to try so many positions. I want to get so many toys to try out.

Lizzie and I have only started to scratch the surface of how we can please one another, and I don’t want it to end.

I’d love to tell Lizzie all this, but at the end of the day, this is technically a business meeting. I need to keep it professional. That’s why I slowly move my hand down her stomach, across her thigh and on her wet pussy. She turns around, so her back is now facing me.

“I’ll never understand how you can go from talking business to wanting to fuck in three seconds flat,” she says.

“What can I say? I’m a multitasker.” I know for an absolute fact Lizzie wants to fuck again, but she’s keeping her cards close to her chest. Perhaps she’s preventing herself from getting too close to me so that if I end up with the Bennet Babes, she doesn’t feel compelled to fuck me all the time.

“What would be so wrong with dating your boss?” I ask. I already know the answer, but Lizzie wastes no time telling me.

“Part of your appeal and part of the reason so many companies want to do business with you is that you are a professional. There are numerous businesses these days run by assholes who want to fuck first and do business second. If you like fucking on your own time, that’s fine, but you don’t mix the two.

“You treat all your female employees with respect, and I can’t tell you how much of a breath of fresh air that is. If you start hitting on and fucking the women who work for you, then there’s a big chance people will want to stop working for you. If you start fucking too many girls, then you really only fuck yourself.”

Have I said how much I adore Lizzie? A perfectly articulate response. This girl is smart, and that’s why I don’t think I can give her up.

But she’s right. If word gets out I’m fucking one of the Bennet Babes—and trust me when I say word will definitely get out—then I’ve completely fuck myself. I can’t jeopardize my business just to get my cock wet with Lizzie from time to time.

Lizzie rolls over in the bed, resting her head on my chest. I put my arm around her shoulder to where my hand rests on her stomach. I don’t grab her tit even though I have easy access to it. I don’t even reach for her pussy to try to get her to fuck me again.

We simply lie there in silence. And honestly? It’s nice.

It’s calm and quiet. Even though my cock is hard since she’s pressing her tits against my stomach, I don’t feel the need to fuck her in this very moment. I mean, I wouldn’t say “no” if she asked me to fuck right now, but I feel content without it.

And that’s when I start thinking about that thing Chuck told me a while ago.

He said that Lizzie’s job is to be the perfect woman. She’s supposed to say all the right things. She’s supposed to do whatever she can to make guys’ cocks hard.

What if she’s doing precisely that to me?

I hate the thought the beautiful woman lying on me is capable of such deceit, but shittier things have happened.

“What if we could keep it a secret?” I ask. “If I end up owning Bennet Babes, we could work out a system where we see each other at specific times in discreet locations. No one would ever have to know.”

Lizzie raises her head off my chest and stares at me inquisitively. “I don’t think that would be possible,” she says. “Everyone has a fucking cell phone these days. Besides, it’s not like either of us can exactly disappear into a crowd. You own a multimillion dollar company. I show my tits on camera for a living.”

I decide to drop the subject. I’ve already revealed my intentions too much. Part of my success comes down to never showing off more than I’m willing to lose.

I need Lizzie to continue viewing me as the dominant one in the relationship and not as a love-struck little boy who wants a girlfriend. I don’t want her as my girlfriend. I want her to be the source of every good fuck I have for the rest of my life.

Lizzie, seemingly realizing she temporarily has the upper hand in our power dynamic, sits up and decides to change the conversation.

Lizzie

I’m not sure whether you know this or not—hell, you may be crazy loaded for all I know—but in case you don’t know what it’s like to step into one of those fancy penthouse living rooms you usually only see in photos, well…let me just tell you that those photos do the experience no justice. And the longer you hang out there, the nicer it gets.

Right now, I’m just listening to Darcy’s melodious voice and living in a fancy real estate magazine.

“Every poor schmuck who watches your shows, I know what it’s like to be what they most want to be in life. It must drive them fucking crazy, the desire. They have no idea what it’s like—only their own dreams of it.”

I’ve never seen Darcy with posture this bad, half sitting and half reclining with his terry-cloth robe covering him loosely. He’s talking straight up at the ceiling, into his own brain. I’m not offended, but there’s a thought I can’t shake: this is where the billionaire brews.

I can sit back and watch, or: “Pasithea.”