Slurp. Slurp. Sluuuurp.

The sounds this girl makes as she sucks my hard-as-steel cock are barely a distraction from the more pressing matters at hand.

What the fuck is that about? I pay outrageous amounts of cash to my favorite escort service to make sure I have nothing but the best. So here I am in my office, with this girl down on her knees under my desk as she works me over with her hands and mouth. And yet, I still care more about the business I’m tending to than shooting my load down her throat.

Time to remedy that shit, don’t you think?

Glancing from the cam site displayed on one of my computer screens back to the other that has my spreadsheets pulled up, I reach down and casually pry the girl’s fingers off my cock. Then I fist my hand in her hair, and shove all twelve inches of my thick, throbbing cock straight down her throat until she gags.

I smile. That’s better. I fucking love it when they gag on my cock. And I bet you like that shit, too, don’t you? A thick, pulsating, twelve-inch cock all the way down your throat. How wet does that make you?

I keep my grip on her firmly in place as I guide her wet mouth up and down my shaft. A smirk lifts my lips every time she gags. It’s hot as fuck.

Now that she’s making a real effort to earn her money, I let her have at it and turn my attention back to my screens.

I could do this all night. Evaluating the Bennet Babes cam site isn’t the first thing that’s kept me late at the office, and it surely won’t be the last. Especially when my actual job’s made easier by the job I’m currently getting.

I’ve made a name for myself in the adult industry, and it’s because I’m not afraid of hard work.

That effort and long hours have paid for this luxurious Manhattan office. The sleek, modern design screams money and sophistication. It’s all metal and glass—including the glass-top desk that gives me a perfect view of my escort as she struggles to keep her bright red lips wrapped around my massive cock.

I glare at her right through that glass when she lets my cock fall out of her mouth with a wet, smacking pop.

“Darcy,” she pants, giving me a wide-eyed, simpering pout. “I want your cock in all my holes.”

I just snarl at her and shove her right back where she belongs. I don't fucking care. Will Darcy didn’t become ruler of this giant sex empire by spending every night fucking escorts. Fuck no.

I’m a businessman above all else. And my time is money.

Which is why I multitask like a champ. The flavor of the day gives me head while I work. Problem solved. I might fuck her later, but only if she satisfies me well.

Right now, I’ve got to plan my next move if I want to snap up this cam site before one of my competitors—George Wickham, better known as “Hawk”—moves in on it.

While I think about it, I ease up slightly on the escort, letting her catch her breath. After all, she was the one who clued me in that Hawk was interested in investing. I can go easy on her for a minute.

Clicking through the cam site, I check out each of the shows Bennet Babes offers, consulting my spreadsheets as I do. I have to be absolutely certain buying the site is a good move.

I’ve established my brand as the ultimate in exclusive, high-dollar gentlemen’s clubs and night clubs. I don’t want to waste my time on things I can’t profit from, so if I can turn this cam site at par with what I’m offering, even better.

I watch each of the shows for a few minutes, laughing and shaking my head.

“How is this is my fucking job?” I mutter, mostly to myself, but the girl hums her agreement, making my cock twitch and my balls tighten.

Yeah, hands down, this job has anything else beat. I mean, if you could get paid top dollar to sell sex, wouldn’t you jump at the chance? I fucking love it. Almost as much as I love fucking.

I’ve made billions in this industry. At the end of the day, it’s the money that really counts, but if I can have a good time while I rake it in, even better.

These escort girls are perfect. No strings, no commitment. They know exactly what I want and just how to give it. Well, with a little encouragement sometimes.

I don’t even have to bother with their names. I certainly don’t have time to deal with a girlfriend and all the bullshit that comes along with that. No fucking way. So it’s all about the sex for me.

I type in some of my findings about the cam site on the spreadsheet—the numbers are looking good—then I click over to the next Bennet Babes room. Each one of these rooms are totally different than the others. The girls look nothing alike, probably because the Bennet Babes aren’t actually sisters, they were named after the original owner, and every room caters to different preferences.

This room belongs to Lizzie.

It immediately strikes me as different from the other girls’ rooms. It’s simple and modern, nothing flashy. High-class, even. Then Lizzie starts talking.

“Sorry, babe, I don’t have time for whiny little bitches. You want in on the show? Let me see how fucking much you want it.”

Her voice is sexy as fuck. Sultry and low. Commanding. Like she won’t take shit from anyone. It makes my cock swell up, thicker and harder as I listen to her.

I scroll through the comments and see that Lizzie’s set up a high threshold for a strip tease and masturbation show, and she won’t perform until she hits it. There are a bunch of whiny little pussies in there, and just like I thought, she’s not taking their shit. If they don’t want to pay, she has no use for them.

Chuckling under my breath, I shake my head. I have to give it to her. She’s fucking sexy as sin, and she’s got business sense too. If I had a type of woman—which I don’t—she’d be it.

Leaning forward, I adjust myself in my seat to better read the comments, and my cock pops out of the escort’s mouth again. This time I don’t give a fuck. Because Lizzie has me totally drawn in to her show.

“Darcy,” my nameless escort says. Her whiny voice grates on my nerves all of a sudden. “I want your cock.”

With an irritated growl, I haul her up by the elbow and angle my head toward the door, my eyes never leaving Lizzie on my screen.

“Out. Now.”

The girl gives a petulant little huff, but at least she knows better than to push me. She simply grabs her clothes and is out the door in seconds.

I settle back in my chair and watch as Lizzie works her audience. It’s such a fucking turn on. Gripping my cock that’s still wet from the escort’s mouth, I stroke it a few times as I look at Lizzie’s body.

Her lingerie doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, but I’m suddenly desperate to know what she looks like completely naked. Her fingers are working her pussy and she cries out as she comes.

Fuck.

Reaching for my keyboard, my hands hover over the keys, and I debate what I should do. I mean, I just had a woman in here sucking me off, and I kicked her out so I can jerk off to this cam girl?

Shrugging, I mutter, “What the fuck…”

I punch a few keys, then press enter.