I may keep Chuck around because he’s fun, but at the end of the day, he’s a damn fine lawyer. I don’t know what kind of magic he worked to bend the Bennet Babes deal back in my favor, but the son of a bitch did it. Chuck and I review all the paperwork required for the deal at my desk.

There’s a lot of legal language in these forms I need Chuck to explain to me. I only half-listen. There’s something ticking in the back of my head I can’t quite shake.

And then, like a bullet piercing my consciousness, I hear Chuck say, “You know, once all is said and done, you won’t be able to fuck that Lizzie girl anymore.”

I think back on the night we shared a few evenings ago. The way we made each other cum so forcefully was hands-down one of the best experiences of my entire life.

I can’t imagine being unable to experience it again. It would be tantamount to not being able to enjoy a nice glass of wine ever again. Or being unable to eat steak.

I’d be denying myself a pleasure I so desperately need.

But I’ve spent years building up this business. I can’t allow it to fall to the wayside, even for a woman as fantastic as Lizzie.

“Everything will be all right,” I say. Chuck passes me another piece of paper for me to sign. Chuck says, “Are you sure you’ll be all right with her continuing to do the live cam shows? I trust you won’t fuck her, but are you sure you won’t get jealous?”

“I was actually thinking of moving Lizzie to the marketing team.” I hand back the piece of paper to Chuck, who doesn’t immediately take it.

“Marketing?” he begins. “Are you sure you want to do that? Even if you’re not fucking her once she starts working for you, you don’t want your feeling to cloud your better judgment.”

Finally, Chuck takes the paper from my hand, and he hands me another one. It’s a tedious task, but it needs to get done.

“No clouding of judgment here,” I say. “I actually spoke with her the other night, and she has some good ideas about how to take the company forward. I think she would be a real asset in that department.”

“A real asset, eh?” Chuck asks. “And you don’t think that decision has anything to do with her assets, do you?”

“God damn it!” That response has nothing to do with Chuck’s question. I got a papercut from a file Chuck was handing me. It immediately starts bleeding out, so I call my secretary to have her come up to bring me a bandage.

After the short phone call, I finally answer, “She’s a very smart girl. She understands this industry inside and out. I truly believe she’d be more help in marketing than on camera showing her tits.”

“Are you sure you just don’t want Lizzie to meet anyone else? There are a lot of guys out there who would love to be with her,” Chuck says. And there are no doubts in my mind about what Chuck is referring to. I’d be willing to bet a small fortune Chuck has a to-do list of sorts of women he hopes to fuck and all the various positions he’d love to fuck them in.

I can’t help but feel a little angry when Chuck presents this scenario. I know full-well Lizzie could fuck any man she wants.

Chuck would be a good prospect for her. After all, Chuck is fucking loaded.

However, something tells me Chuck would ultimately fall short of Lizzie’s high standards. Being rich is one thing, but the Lizzie I know wants something more out of a partner.

I have a feeling if Lizzie and Chuck were to ever go on a date, he would come across as overly desperate. His neediness would ooze out of him, and Lizzie would stick him with the check and never call him back.

“A girl as beautiful as Lizzie could meet men anywhere,” I say. “Whether she’s stripping in front of a camera or working in a cubicle, men would come from miles away to be with her.” It’s a sad realization I’ve finally come to terms with.

Once Lizzie works here, I can’t fuck her. I won’t fuck her. And Lizzie has needs to be met, and if I can’t fulfill them, then she’ll get them somewhere else.

I imagine it will only take a matter of days for Lizzie’s horniness to catch up with herself, and once I deny her advances, she’ll go elsewhere.

I suspect it will only take a matter of days for myself to end up in a similar position. There’s no shortage of escorts I call, but once I resort to fucking escorts and having them suck my cock, I know it won’t feel the same. It will be like taking methadone. Something to ease the feeling without fully satisfying it.

I hand Chuck the last document to review. He stacks everything into a neat pile and puts them away in his briefcase.

“Well, as long as you know what you’re doing,” Chuck states. “I’ll get these over to Catherine to review, and it should only take a matter of days for everything to be finalized. I’ll reach out once we’re all good to go.”

I don’t respond. I simply watch as Chuck takes his case and leaves the room. As soon as he exits, my secretary, a young 20-year old by the name of Emily, enters with a package of bandages.

She’s beautiful. I mean, why else would I hire her. Chuck stares at her ass as he leaves the room.

Emily takes a bandage out of the case and wraps it around my finger. “Do you need someone to kiss it, too?” she softly asks.

“No, Emily. That’ll be all.” Obviously disappointed, Emily exits the room. And no, I’ve never fucked her even though I’ve imagined her sucking my cock under this desk more times than I can count.