Trust me, no matter what a woman’s moral stance is, not a single one can fucking resist me. That’s how I like it and that’s how I play. They all try to change me, but none of them are ever successful. No one can tame me, and that’s fine by me.
Tiffany, the secretary, is wiping cum off her face right now as she leaves Chase’s office. It’s obvious what they’ve been up to.
He was getting blown. She’s one of the women who circles between us but fuck, is she boring as hell!
“Hi Adam.” She tosses her hair and bats her eyelashes.
“Hello Tiffany.” I smirk as I see her try to compose herself. “It looks like you’ve been very, very busy in here. Are you ready for more?”
“Maybe,” she says as she seductively licks her enticing lips.
She wants it bad. Who wouldn’t be drooling for a taste of my thick 12-inch cock? I’ll be doing her a favor.
But Tiffany’s not hard to win over. She’s always game for it; there’s no chase, no excitement. But hey, she wants me to fuck her so badly, so I will.
“Go wait for me in my office.”
She does what I say. Always. Tiffany’s hot but she’s no perfect ten. I need something better in my life. New meat.
I lean into the door of Chase’s office and make my grand entrance.
“Got some today, did we buddy?”
He’s zipping up his pants.
“Yeah, just from Tiffany.”
Ahh, Chase, jaded as ever. He’s seen too much and had too many women. Nothing excites him anymore.
He used to have this sense of idealism. He thought we’d make the country great through our political maneuvering, but he’s seen a number of corrupt politicians move in and out of the office, and countless women willing to give it all up all too easily. The guy has no faith in the world anymore.
“Come on, man, she’s not so bad.”
He looks at me with knowing eyes. “She’s in your office, isn’t she?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?” I say.
“Goddam Adam, don’t you want something better?”
I open my arms wide as if showing him the value of the place.
“And lose all this? What else do you want, Chase? We’re sitting high on top of everything. We own this town and everything in it. It’s all happening.”
“You, my friend, are a hopeless idealist.”
“And you, my friend, are jaded. We gotta shake you out of this rut.”
He spins in his chair to look out at the incredible view.
“I’m not in a rut.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, helping myself to some scotch from his bar cart.
Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere. And besides, didn’t I tell you this office is all inclusive?
“We need to shake things up around here before you become really cynical.”
“I don’t know, man. I’ve seen it all, done it all, been everywhere. That last trip to Bali didn’t even faze me. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t anything I haven’t seen before.”
“Hmm,” I say. “Sounds like a rich person’s problem. Is the world not enough?” I joke.
He plays with his magnetic desk toy and looks disillusioned. This is not the face of a man at ease. He’s just been blown at his desk in the penthouse by a beautiful brunette with luscious lips and big, fake tits. What’s he got to complain about?
It’s a good thing I came bearing good news.
“Well, Chase, there’s a reason I’m here besides to try your new scotch, which is excellent by the way.”
“It should be, it costs over a thousand dollars a bottle.”
I swish the amber liquid in my glass a little more appreciatively.
“Good, then you won’t mind if I top off my glass.” I do so and get ready to deliver the big news.
“We have a new recruit. And guess who recommended her?”
“Who?” Chase is inquisitive now.
My plan to entice him out of his funk just may work.
“Sebastian King.”
His eyebrows perk up and suddenly he’s all ears. Anybody who Sebastian sends our way is always a fucking ten. He has superb taste in women, and he knows how to select women who give and submits.
Sebastian has the same unquenchable desire to master his woman as we do. Except that he’s gone to the dark side and I’ve heard he’s quite taken by one Ms. Lily Ryder. The very thought of him settling down is way beyond me.
“Well, who is she?” Chase seems to light up at the thought of someone new.
I throw the file I have on her on his desk.
“Her name is Nicole,” I say. “We’ve vetted her and everything. She’s from Harvard and has everything we could want in a personal assistant. She studied Political Science and from what I understand she’s hungry to get her foot in the door.”
He reads over the paperwork and looks pleased.
“She looks good on paper,” he says.
“And you know if Sebastian sent her over, she’ll be a knockout,” I add.