Here I was, thinking as soon as I walked into the Bennet Mansion I’d be surrounded by beautiful young girls. Instead, I’m sitting here in the lobby with George “Hawk” Wickham.

He’s a nice enough guy, though he can be a real prick sometimes. Just one of the oh-so-many reasons I prefer being friendly rivals than associates.

Right now, he’s sporting his bulge that’s nearly breaking open his zipper. He’s a former porn star, so it makes sense the very thought of meeting (and most likely fucking) some attractive girls would excite him. I won’t lie, it’s arousing me, too.

Before I get the chance to open my mouth to try to give him shit about his obvious hard-on, Catherine walks in accompanied by the Bennet Babes.

They’re all stunning. I knew that before walking in here today. But there’s one in particular who catches my eye. Even more so than when I saw her on the cam show.

Lizzie.

“Girls,” Catherine starts. “These are our potential buyers. You should show them what our business is all about.”

Lizzie steps up to greet both of us. There’s an air of confidence about her that tells me she doesn’t hesitate to take charge in the bedroom.

Like, one second you would think you’re in control, and the next she’d pin you down on your back and grab a dildo. And you’d only have a second to react before realizing she doesn’t intend to use it on herself.

Before I even get a chance to comment on her exceptional tits, she gets right down business.

“Look, I want to be very clear with you two gentlemen. This is our mansion. We’ve been making a great living for a while now, and as far as we see it, there’s no reason to make substantial changes. I have some demands you two should be aware of before continuing with this business venture.”

Is it possible to get your cock hard from a woman telling you what to do? I’m impressed. Then Hawk starts laughing.

“Jesus Christ, got a little mouth on you, don’tcha?” Hawk says. “Let me tell you, I’m always the dominant one, so you can drop the act.”

Lizzie doesn’t miss a beat. She pulls out a folded piece of paper out of her bra. She’s wearing a black tank top that’s being held up with threads that can’t be more than a couple millimeters wide.

I’ve been staring at her perfect tits for so long—how the hell did I miss the paper in there?

“I wrote up some terms. First: we will never have sex with either of you on camera. Seems pretty self-explanatory, but I figured it would be best to simply get it out of the way.”

Wait, did you catch that?

On camera? Yeah, me too. That’s a loophole if I’ve ever seen one.

Anyway, back to what Lizzie’s saying.

“Next: we do what we’re comfortable with. The way I see it, you can handle the money while we handle our bodies. Third—”

“Lizzie.”

Catherine steps in. I completely forgot she was there, along with four other girls. Lizzie has this presence that simply demands attention.

“There’s no reason to bog the gentlemen down in semantics right this second. Why don’t we show them around the premises? We’ll talk numbers and terms later.”

“Yeah,” Hawk says, “why don’t you shut your pretty little mouth? I can think of at least five different things you could use it better for.”

“Hawk. Shut the fuck up.”

It doesn’t take much to provoke Hawk, but once you do, Jesus Christ does he get on my fucking nerves.

“Why don’t you let me handle this, Darcy? I have experience on my side.”

“Why don’t you be a goddamn professional so that you don’t blow this fucking deal for both of us?”

I don’t care if Hawk screws himself out of this deal, but I’m not going to let him screw me in the process.

Honestly, this isn’t my best moment in front of a potential client.

I know all the ins and outs of this business and I got all the tricks to bag deals the way I want them. I pride myself on keeping my cool. Hell, there’s no way I’d intentionally jeopardize an opportunity like this.

So why am I showing off?

It’s like I’m in high school again, and I’m trying to impress the prettiest girl on the other side of the classroom. But this isn’t some silly crush. I’m here to make a deal.

Frankly, I don’t need a woman in my life. Escorts work just fine for me at the moment. I don’t have time or interest in anything else.

“Can I offer you two a tour?” Lizzie poses the question. From the tone of my voice, I can tell she’s fed up with the both of us and just wants to move on.

She’s trying to take control of the situation. Strong girl. Too bad I won’t let her.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Hawk says.

I reply with, “Don’t bother.”

Hawk steps outside. Maybe to get some fresh air or maybe to take a drag on his cigarette. I don’t fucking care because either way, it’s just Lizzie and me now.

I want to take her right now. Everything about this girl just turns me on. The way she commands a room. The intelligence she displays when dealing with a dumbass like Hawk.

If I could make a girl like that moan my name while taking my cock in all her holes, I’d feel pretty damn good about myself.

“You seem to know your way around a spreadsheet,” I tell her.

I take a step toward her. It’s then I realize the super short jean cutoffs she’s wearing are maybe a bit too big for her. They’re slung ridiculously low on her hips, and as I stare down, I’m able to make out the pink, lacy thong she’s wearing underneath.

I feel like I can almost see her pussy peeking through the lace. Of course, it could simply be my imagination getting the better of me. What I wouldn’t give to pull those shorts a little further down so I can enjoy a better view.

“Is that your best opening line?” she retorts.

I narrow my eyes. Why am I even speaking with her? She’s not the one I need to impress. Technically, that’s Catherine.

I have to admit, I normally wouldn’t mind watching Catherine undress, either. She used to be a Bennet Babe a while back. I bet if she were to go in front of the camera again, she’d make a killing out of guys who want to indulge in a little nostalgia.

But Lizzie has my full attention now.

“Give me a tour of the mansion. I need to know exactly what I’m investing in. I need to know if you’re worth it.” I emphasize the words, wondering if she’ll react to the same question she asked me when I watched her cam show.

Business is a lot like sex. It’s all about dominance. It’s about showing the other person in the room that you didn’t come to fuck around. You want them to know that you’re there for one reason and one reason only: to fuck them in the ass.

Of course, one situation calls for that metaphorically while the other can be more literal, depending on your personal preferences.

My preference right now? Fucking Lizzie in her tight little pussy.

She doesn’t bat an eye as she spins on her heel.

“Follow me. I’ll show you where the magic happens.”