Executive Engagement

“Are you planning to contract anything out?”

“Everything we do is in-house, even if it’s not literally in the mansion. You know that, Darcy.”

Darcy’s expression doesn’t change, but he’s nodding again, more decisive this time.

“If it stays that way, and there’s no licensing of the Bennet Babes name, then fears of brand dilution are probably unfounded.”

Fuck, I knew those criticisms were nonsense. But, why no solid commitment?

“What do you mean, ‘probably?’”

Darcy sighs, sits up with perfect posture, and makes direct, magnetic eye contact. I get an electric feeling from that as always, but this time the electricity is different. This is a business look.

“You’re talking about doing things cheaply, easily. This is most important thing: would the quality stay the same across everything you produce?”

I realize now that none of my ideas need to be done on the cheap. We’re capable of making everything we do as fucking awe-inspiring as everything else we do. I have no need to try and oversell this shit, all I need is someone who listens to me.

“Always. Always and forever.”

Darcy

I put the final touches on, ensuring everything is perfect for Lizzie when she comes over. Our encounter a few nights ago was incredibly productive. And I’m not just talking about the fucking.

The deal to acquire Bennet Babes still hasn’t been finalized. It means I still have a chance, or Hawk could back out at the last second. However, I’d rather not think about business and Bennet Babes at the moment.

Tonight is all about Lizzie and making her the happiest girl in the world.

I hear three knocks at the door and rush over. There she is. Lizzie.

She’s wearing a gorgeous red dress. The front has a deep cut, extending past her tits, which seem to be propped up almost by magic. She’s wearing a gold necklace, draped beautifully to wear the diamond pendant that barely touches the top of her tits.

“So what’s this surprise you have in store for me?” She gets straight to the point. I like it.

The last time I saw her, we had a very fruitful discussion about the future of Bennet Babes. She probably thinks I’m here to talk business, and probably to fuck her, hence the sexy dress. But I have other things in mind.

“I think you’re going to like it. I’m about to make all your fantasies come true.”

“To be honest, you’re becoming the only fantasy I need,” she says. I don’t think my cock has even been harder than it’s been in this very moment.

“I like to hear that, but I do think you’re going to like it.” I walk into the kitchen, and open a cabinet containing a wide array of expensive champagne.

I pull out a Veuve Clicquot Yellowboam Ostrich Limited and uncork it. I pour the champagne into two flutes and hand one to Lizzie. She doesn’t hesitate with taking a sip.

“What’s the occasion? It’s not your birthday, is it?” she asks.

“No, not a birthday. There’s something you told me when we first met that I really took to heart.”

“I don’t recall what you’re referring to.”

“Is that so? Stay here.” I leave Lizzie momentarily to go to my bedroom where the escort is waiting out. She’s seductively lying in bed wearing some expensive lingerie I bought for her to wear for tonight.

The last time I was with this particular escort, she was sucking my cock from underneath my office desk. I try to avoid bringing escorts to my penthouse. I don’t want them knowing how much money I truly have. But this is a special occasion.

“Get up. You’re about to go on.”

“You got it, daddy.” The escort gets up from the bed, but instead of going out of the room, she gets on her knees and starts fiddling with my pants zipper.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I take a step backward.