“So, are we still good to go on this Bennet Babe acquisition?”

My lawyer, Chuck, proceeds to tell me a bunch of legal jargon about all the odds and ends of such a deal. I’m only half paying attention to what he has to say. I can’t take my mind off Lizzie.

I have a mental image seared into my brain of Lizzie’s mouth wrapped around my hard cock. I’ve never been with anyone who really knows how to use her tongue. It takes me a couple seconds to realize Chuck is waiting on me for a response.

“Yeah, we’re all good to go,” I say, not entirely sure if that’s a good response for whatever question he just asked.

“How was your tour? Must’ve been something to actually be inside the mansion where it all happens,” Chuck says. There’s something different about the way he asks this. He leans in a bit closer as though he really wants to know what I thought of my experience.

Chuck Bing is a good friend of mine. He’s an excellent lawyer. He knows his way around a courtroom no matter what the case may be. He naturally helps me with these types of business ventures, but he also does divorce cases on the side.

He has a bit of a reputation in his firm because he only represents women going through divorce disputes. And while he would never admit it, on account of it being unprofessional and all, apparently Chuck sleeps with all the women he represents. He always gets them good settlements, so it makes sense the women would be a bit appreciative.

“The mansion was great. There was one girl, Lizzie, you know who she is, right?”

Chuck nods his head in affirmation.

“She was amazing. Really business savvy girl. She could have a good future in this company if she works hard enough.”

“That’s all fine and well. How about the mansion itself? Does it seem structurally sound, or do we need to move the girls to a new location?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention to the support beams. Lizzie insisted everything was fine with the mansion, so—”

“You seem awfully infatuated with this Lizzie girl,” Chuck interrupts. His eyebrow cocks upward.

I’ve known Chuck for too long to keep anything from him. I don’t mind though. I know I can trust him.

The only thing I can think about right now is seeing Lizzie again. My cock gets hard just thinking about her. And my first impulse isn’t to hire an escort to take care of it for me. I want to see Lizzie again. For longer this time, in a place where we can be alone and not be disturbed.

I want to be with her for hours, thrusting my cock in her mouth until she gags like last time. I need to fuck her.

“Lizzie made a real impression on me,” I say.

“Cut the shit,” Chuck replies. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“We had a quickie.”

Chuck begins putting paperwork back inside his briefcase. It’s clear the business portion of our meeting has ended. He obviously realizes it’s time for us to talk sex.

“Not bad,” Chuck says. “How was her pussy? From what I’ve seen on the live shows, she has a tight little thing down there.”

“Actually, we didn’t fuck completely,” I admit.

“Bullshit.”

“Serious. She gave me a blowjob, but something came up before we could really fuck.”

Chuck doesn’t press the matter any further. He knows I’d have no reason to lie to him. If I’d actually fucked her, I would tell him and anyone else who would listen.

“Well, if you want to close that deal completely, I recommend, as your lawyer, to do it before this deal closes,” Chuck says. “If you fuck, and then something happens, it’ll be a lot easier to deal with before you’re technically her boss.”

I stand up from my desk and look out the window. It’s a fantastic view of the city. I can’t help but think about all the girls I’ve fucked in this office.

Sometimes I’ll just have them blow me under the desk, like that escort the other day. Sometimes I’ll fuck them directly on my desk. There’s nothing hotter than bending a woman over and having her scream your name while you’re overlooking the city.

I wonder if a passing helicopter or some loner with a telescope has ever spied on me fucking in here. I wouldn’t mind in the slightest. I would hope watching me fuck a beautiful woman would be the highlight of a person’s day.

“I know how to keep it professional,” I finally say.

“That’s one of the reasons I like working with you, Darcy,” Chuck responds. “You know to how to separate business from pleasure.”

“Can you really say the same thing?” I ask of him. Chuck smirks. He knows what I’m implying.

“I only have sex with the women I represent, after the divorce is finalized. At that point, we’re just two people in an office. She’s a grateful former client while I’m the guy who got her fifty grand a month in alimony. But once this deal closes, you’re working with Lizzie for the long haul. If you want to fuck her, do it now. And that’s my professional opinion.”

Chuck gets out of his seat, picking up his briefcase. He takes out his smartphone, looking at the time. He starts rushing toward the door as though he just remembered something important.

“Listen, I have to head out,” Chuck says. “Jane’s having her live show soon. She’s my favorite. Did you get a chance to meet her while you were at the mansion?”

“Briefly,” I say.

“You didn’t fuck her, did—”

“No, I didn’t.” But it certainly would have crossed my mind—if I hadn’t had a singular focus on Lizzie. I mean, hell, all the Bennet babes are insanely attractive.

I could die a happy man, to be in bed with all of them at the same time. One by one, they would all take turns hopping on my cock, riding it until they came. But after Lizzie sucked my cock, I’d be satisfied fucking her alone in a room, passionately and roughly.

Chuck leaves, seemingly satisfied with the progress of our meeting. I stare out the window again, unable to get Lizzie off my mind.

I think it over. But I know Chuck is right. I need to fuck her. I need to get her in this office, bend her over the table, and fuck her until I cum inside her. So I better start acting quickly. I need to do this before the deal is finalized.

At the moment, I still have a rock-hard cock. I take it out and start masturbating while looking out the window. I wonder if anyone can see me through it. If anyone is, I hope they fucking enjoy the view.