Marcus
A big heavy stack of papers rested on my desk. It seemed remarkable to me that I just had to have the biggest load of work on a Friday afternoon. The only good thing was that once these were done I’d have a blank schedule for at least three weeks.
Ring!
I picked up the phone. It was Felicia and apparently we had a client out in the waiting area. Not only was it a female but a walk-in client too. I checked my watch – there was still a good thirty minutes before closing time – and told Felicia to go ahead and let the woman in.
With the few minutes I had before the client walked in I brushed my hair, fixed my dress shirt and tossed my cup of soda into the trashcan. For a moment I tapped my fingers on the desk but then hurriedly pushed the stacks of paper away. Some of them I had to just drop behind me, leaning them against the wall. Now my desk was clean and ready.
The door opened. An angel walked in. By God was she freaking beautiful. The woman – no, girl – had shiny, long blonde hair and stood around five-feet and two-inches or so but even then she had these nice, slender long legs. At least they looked that way because of her high heel pump sneakers and the extremely short denim shorts she had on. The girl had gigantic tits and they were even more noticeable with her tight white shirt and no bra. Oh yeah, I could see that. Her nipples pressed so hard against the fabric it was like she was begging for men to ogle at her.
However, it was her eyes that really got me. They were bright blue and as deep as the oceans. There was a peculiar glow in them that made them shine like no other I had ever seen in my life. They went well with her cute pink lips and milky white skin.
“Come in,” I told her when I saw she was just standing at the door. I then gestured at the chair by my desk and said, “I’m Marcus. Take a seat.”
She sat down and bit down on her lip. Looking at her like that was starting to get me horny. I wanted to slam her against the table, rip her clothes off and fuck her raw. The girl then pushed a folder my way.
“H-hi,” she greeted but she kept her gaze down, never looking at me in the eye. “I’m Natasha Benning. I just want to get a business loan and start my business but none of the banks I’ve been to have granted me one. They all say I have a good business proposal but they still decline my application.”
It took me no longer than a minute to see why they’d reject her offers. She was below twenty-five, she didn’t have a college degree and she wasn’t a business professional. She had no formal business training, no managing experience to speak of and no collateral other than her car.
I then skimmed through her proposal. She did have an impressive idea at hand – she aimed to launch an online system that helped customers pick a tattoo and then she’d be the artist to apply it. That meant she had skill. She did have a certificate proving she studied tattooing as a vocational course and she did undertake the required licensure examinations and health inspections. She had all that going for her.
Still, she was a risk and it was no surprise all those banks denied her. Lenders like us require cash flow to support repayment of the loan.
“What would you do if you really can’t get a loan?” I asked her.
Natasha looked up at me briefly and then hurriedly looked back down, staring at her shoes as she answered, “I might just go back home, finish community college and find a job some where.”
Seeing such a gorgeous bombshell withering away in a community college and waiting tables would be a waste. She was young, gorgeous and had a certain shyness in her that really tugged at me. She’d make a beautiful slave if I could have her.
“Then I better make sure we get the money,” I told her with a deep and commanding voice.
I couldn’t grant her a business loan with my own bank. Although the amount she needed was ignorable, she didn’t have enough credit scores, and I had my own principles and rules when it comes to business and those could never be broken. I did want to help her, though. I quickly thought about other options I had. There was another funding option – get a personal loan with private institutional or individual lenders.
I pulled my little notebook out of my coat pocket and glimpsed at all the businessmen and women I could talk to. Maybe some of them could finance this little venture. “I’ll set up a meeting with possible lenders and then I’ll contact you regarding where we stand. Sign this form, leave your number and address, and I’ll call you.”
Natasha did so quickly, obediently, and looked back at me with a bright but nervous smile. It was addicting to witness and I had to look down when I noticed I had been staring perhaps a little too long at her.
She then stood up and reached out with her hand. I promptly shook it and watched as she turned around and walked out of the office. I stood there still, mesmerized by her presence, and soaked in her fragrance left behind. She smelled like lilacs in the rain.
I was freaking hard. If I could I would bang the living shit out of that girl. I’d tie her down, whip her until her ass got swelling red and then fuck her until she screamed for more. I wanted to take that cute little lady and fill her up with my cum and make her swallow like an obedient bitch.
Oh well. I had other things to do right now. If I wanted the chance to talk to her again I’d have to help her out with her request.
Quickly I sat back down and started dialing numbers to organize that meeting.
5
Natasha
I couldn’t believe he agreed to help me. The whole time I was on the bus head
ing home I couldn’t help but think about the opportunities laid out in front of me. Should he prove successful then the rest would be smooth sailing for the rest of the year. I could setup the tattoo shop, introduce the new innovations I had in mind and then eventually hire one other tattoo artist to help me out.
Even though I was alone I couldn’t help but hum a few tunes during the ride. It was hard to hold in the joy and excitement bursting from within. I was giddy and I just couldn’t wait for Marcus to call me back and give me the good news. I was sure he would be able to find a way to finance my proposal. He was a famous banker and financial advisor after all.
Yet he didn’t look like one.