Executive Engagement

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Darcy

Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuurp.

The sounds this girl makes as she sucks my hard-as-steel cock are barely a distraction from the more pressing matters at hand.

What the fuck is that about? I pay outrageous amounts of cash to my favorite escort service to make sure I have nothing but the best. So here I am in my office, with this girl down on her knees under my desk as she works me over with her hands and mouth. And yet, I still care more about the business I’m tending to than shooting my load down her throat.

Time to remedy that shit, don’t you think?

Glancing from the cam site displayed on one of my computer screens back to the other that has my spreadsheets pulled up, I reach down and casually pry the girl’s fingers off my cock. Then I fist my hand in her hair, and shove all twelve inches of my thick, throbbing cock straight down her throat until she gags.

I smile. That’s better. I fucking love it when they gag on my cock. And I bet you like that shit, too, don’t you? A thick, pulsating, twelve-inch cock all the way down your throat. How wet does that make you?

I keep my grip on her firmly in place as I guide her wet mouth up and down my shaft. A smirk lifts my lips every time she gags. It’s hot as fuck.

Now that she’s making a real effort to earn her money, I let her have at it and turn my attention back to my screens.

I could do this all night. Evaluating the Bennet Babes cam site isn’t the first thing that’s kept me late at the office, and it surely won’t be the last. Especially when my actual job’s made easier by the job I’m currently getting.

I’ve made a name for myself in the adult industry, and it’s because I’m not afraid of hard work.

That effort and long hours have paid for this luxurious Manhattan office. The sleek, modern design screams money and sophistication. It’s all metal and glass—including the glass-top desk that gives me a perfect view of my escort as she struggles to keep her bright red lips wrapped around my massive cock.

I glare at her right through that glass when she lets my cock fall out of her mouth wi

th a wet, smacking pop.

“Darcy,” she pants, giving me a wide-eyed, simpering pout. “I want your cock in all my holes.”

I just snarl at her and shove her right back where she belongs. I don't fucking care. Will Darcy didn’t become ruler of this giant sex empire by spending every night fucking escorts. Fuck no.

I’m a businessman above all else. And my time is money.

Which is why I multitask like a champ. The flavor of the day gives me head while I work. Problem solved. I might fuck her later, but only if she satisfies me well.

Right now, I’ve got to plan my next move if I want to snap up this cam site before one of my competitors—George Wickham, better known as “Hawk”—moves in on it.

While I think about it, I ease up slightly on the escort, letting her catch her breath. After all, she was the one who clued me in that Hawk was interested in investing. I can go easy on her for a minute.

Clicking through the cam site, I check out each of the shows Bennet Babes offers, consulting my spreadsheets as I do. I have to be absolutely certain buying the site is a good move.

I’ve established my brand as the ultimate in exclusive, high-dollar gentlemen’s clubs and night clubs. I don’t want to waste my time on things I can’t profit from, so if I can turn this cam site at par with what I’m offering, even better.

I watch each of the shows for a few minutes, laughing and shaking my head.

“How is this is my fucking job?” I mutter, mostly to myself, but the girl hums her agreement, making my cock twitch and my balls tighten.

Yeah, hands down, this job has anything else beat. I mean, if you could get paid top dollar to sell sex, wouldn’t you jump at the chance? I fucking love it. Almost as much as I love fucking.

I’ve made billions in this industry. At the end of the day, it’s the money that really counts, but if I can have a good time while I rake it in, even better.

These escort girls are perfect. No strings, no commitment. They know exactly what I want and just how to give it. Well, with a little encouragement sometimes.

I don’t even have to bother with their names. I certainly don’t have time to deal with a girlfriend and all the bullshit that comes along with that. No fucking way. So it’s all about the sex for me.