Executive Engagement

I swallow and try to find the words.

“Supposedly, girl-on-girl is good money…but I don’t care about that. I just…I want to have a ménage à trios. A threesome. I never have.”

I’m leaving out the most important part of it. Darcy just nods casually.

“Okay. Is that all?”

“I…want it to be for real, not just part of a show. I want to have another girl there.”

I say the last part fast, like I’m getting it out of the way. Darcy is even more casual with his response this time: a shrug.

“You should, then. Fantasy is great, but reality’s even better. Besides, that seems like an attainable goal for you. You should bring your fantasy to life.”

He’s not going to just leave me with that advice, is he? Now that I said it, I’m feeling pretty aggressive about making it happen. Like saying it aloud makes it officially something I have to accomplish or some shit. I don’t want to waste any more time.

“Nice pep talk, but there’s more you could do for me. Are you going to help me attain another goal, or what?”

Darcy’s smiling now, trying not to laugh.

“I’ll do what I can.”

“I want it to happen, tonight. I need your help, though. So, this is another fantasy, not some garden variety bullshit daydream. I want to see you do what you would do alone, while watching one of my shows. I want to see Mr. Big get off right in this fucking car. Right now.”

Darcy looks away for a moment, something seems off to him. But he’s wrong about that: everything is very, very on right now.

“Are you sure you want it this way? Now?” Darcy’s eyes are back on me, and I can feel his signature electricity, but also his warmth.

“That show I did for you, Mr. Big, was not ordinary for me. That orgasm was shattering, and you witnessed all of it. Now I have a new fantasy: I want to see you reach that point as well. We’re almost at the mansion. Do you want to help make my fantasy a reality, or not?”

Darcy picks up an old telephone receiver, part of his limo intercom system.

“Yes, could you circle the block a few times?”

Lizzie

Before Darcy, I never would have thought remembering exactly how big a cock is would actually be possible. And if I’m being totally honest, I've seen some pretty forgettable cocks in my day.

But Darcy's dick? It's actually too big for the human mind to fathom. It's one of those things you just have to see to believe. And once you get to see—and have—it, it’s just not possible to forget.

As he yanks it out of his pants for me, I move across the limo to the seat opposite him just to take it all in.

"Scared, Lizzie?" he asks, fisting his man meat for me. He's already hard. "I've never known you to be driven away by a stiff, eager cock before..."

"Just enjoying the view," I say with a saucy little wink.

It's not even a lie. Darcy is gorgeous, even with his suit still on. Out of it, he'd be a primal kind of erotic. Uncontrollably hot. Darcy has the kind of body that does cavewoman things to me. Unnga unnga! Me want dick!

But having him like this, fully dressed in the back of a limousine with his rock-hard dick in his hand, it's like the best of both worlds. Powerful businessman Mr. Darcy and sex-crazed maniac Mr. Big, all in one.

"Stroke it," I tell him.

Raising an eyebrow, he complies. It takes a long time for his fist to travel all the way up his gorgeous shaft, and even longer for him to work in back down again.

He's playing with me. Teasing. And here I was, thinking that I was the one in control here. Instead, Darcy is rendering me speechless.

"If you don't close your mouth, Lizzie, I'm going to have to come over there and put my cock in it."

I startle, and then realize what he’s saying. Oh, fuck. He's right. Here's Darcy, jacking off to me in the back of his limo, and here I am, staring at him open-mouthed like some kind of gawking virgin who's never seen a penis before.