“Indeed he will…” he replied, “…while we're there, we might want to do a littletouring.”
“Touring, huh?” I asked as I inspected her ass which was already red.
“Please, sir, more,” she pleaded.
“I don't mind a little tour,” I said.
“I'll see you there then,” he said. “Don't be late.”
He left the office, and I turned my attention fully to my secretary.
“What say ye, Matilda? Come along with me?” I asked as I spread her pussy wide open before tasting it.
“Mmm…sir…you know... ah...I'm a little behind…” she explained and tried to stifle her moans at the same time.
“You're behind? On the tasks I gave you?” As I slid a finger into her pussy, I asked. “That's not good now, is it?”
“Mmph…no…no, it isn't, sir,” she replied.
“There should be a penalty for being bad and lazy,” I smirked.
She turned to look at me and bit her lower lip shaking her butt from side to side.
“You're a helpless one, aren't you?” I asked.
*
I arrived in Vegas at the same time as Blake.
“You're here,” he said. “Where's your secretary?”
“She had work to do, and I needed her to finish the tasks,” I replied.
“You know you should really let her focus on work,” he advised. “That's why I always fuck while she's typing the memo for our next meeting.”
We both laughed at his statement.
“You're quite sinister, aren't you, little brother?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” he said as we walked into the building. “Hunter has already set up everything.”
“No problems there but…why is the meeting at a hotel?”
“So you're the ones at Parker Corp?” the lady asked. “To think both our fathers had the same idea to send their children to handle this deal.”
“Do I take that tone as a disappointed one?” I asked with a smile.
“Surely she meant it as a compliment,” Blake said as he ran his fingers through his hair.
The lady who was going to be our future investor looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She almost looked Arabian…well, she was partly. Partnering with middle eastern countries was asurefire way of remaining in business for days, months, and even years to come.
“Quite the proud ones aren't you?” she asked. “Surely, I hope you aren't underestimating me?”
“No, no, Aisha, don't mind my brother,” I said. “We believe that our company would be able to yield the returns your father desires.”
“They better yield,” she said as she took a sip of the tequila she had ordered. “My father needs results if I'm ever to take over the business. Competing with five siblings is already hard as it is.”
“Different mothers?” Blake asked.