But then my fucking assistant. She keeps an eye on my margins, updates my ‘dashboard.’
And today’s dashboard is about how I told myself I’d find myself a suitable girl to settle down with.
Fuck, it all sounds depressing, until I realized that this is the first BJ appointment that I’ve had in weeks. I’m too damn busy with work to even pick out the girls I want to suck my cock. I stopped picking up my own girls and I started ordering them a while ago, but now I don’t even have time to look at the menu. That’s why I ended up ordering one of everything.
That’s why I ordered someone up from the Waterstone Agency. They sell the finest girls who sign up to belong to wealthy assholes like me that don’t have time to find what they want. So they buy it. Generally they’re hot girls that need to make a horizontal move upward. You know, fuck their way into a higher tax bracket.
Well, I’m here to be helpful. I’ll be a good boy. I’m not going to break any of the rules. And I paid top dollar for one of their virgins. I like the idea of having something and someone all to myself.
You look at me — I’ve got perfect fucking hair, for fuck’s sake. I wear suits softer than a newborn baby’s ass and I look so fucking hot I can smell the wet panties of women around me.
I’m prime fucking meat, but I’m busy. I love my work. I love to fuck, but the thrill isn’t in the hunt for me because pussy always falls into my lap.
So why not just buy?
Well, that was before Jenny.
Jenny who is nervous. Understandable. I watch her fidget while I drink in her slender body, her little handful tits and that ass that makes me want to hold up her thighs and bounce her on my dick like a fucking toy.
Jenny’s hot as hell, and though she’s attracted to me — every woman is — she lets he
r fear take over for just a second. Instead of leaning into her arousal, she fucking goes batshit on me!
Now I’m walking out of my bedroom and she wants me to get her some makeup remover?
My assistant Genovee can handle that. I wave my hand at her and explain.
She laughs a little. That’s fine. Damn women is like a mother to me since my mother spends more time doing lines of cock off the dicks of whatever dude she’s pounding for cash. All dear mommy’s money goes up her nose…
So, yeah, I tell Genovee with a dismissive little hand gesture that I need makeup remover, and she gets to make a judgmental sound and I don’t care much.
I pace back to my office. But I can’t get shit done. I’m back through the wall and into my office.
I see that Jenny’s sleeping. That’s a damn relief for me. That nervous little sound shaking through her voice got my cock so rock hard I thought it would bust through my Brioni, and what a waste of a 50,000 dollar suit.
I’m a billionaire CEO. I shouldn’t be in here watching the virgin I just bought here sleep. But, well, I have two fucking meetings. There are two words that own my day until I get back and own her tight ass.
Mergers. Acquisitions.
You don’t grow an empire without conquering.
That’s true with my business.
And It will be true when it comes to that tight virgin pussy breathing slow little breaths, in and out, on my bed.
I can see the outline of her breasts, rising and falling, through my sheets.
I can smell the scent of her, invading the privacy of my room. Normally it only smells like Armani and leather.
Now there’s a sweet pussy and her dainty floral scent filling the air. I breathe her in and I almost forget that I’m supposed to be in a meeting in ten minutes.
How did I stand here so long without realizing it? Fuck, I’m stroking my cock and I squeeze the damn python in my trousers when my smart watch decides to violate the airwaves to tell me to get my meeting.
I pass Genovee on the way out and she manages to give me a laugh again.
Jenny
Okay, so, I knew that I would fuck this guy. Like, that’s what I signed up for. I figured, not a big deal. I’d squeeze my eyes shut and some nasty dude who couldn’t get a woman would stick it in, grunt and pump, and it would all be over in three minutes and I’d point the shower head up my pussy and drain out his mess.