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"I like a man with a big … appetite," she coos.
As if my cock wasn't hard enough already, now it's as stiff as stone. And as much as I want to bend her over this bar, I know we should talk business.
"About your company," I say, "I'm interested in investing."
"I appreciate that, but how can I trust you? You're the Shark of Wall Street. You eat companies for breakfast."
I place my hand on top of hers. "You can trust me, Natalie. I want to help. Tell me about your toys."
She smiles. "They're more than just toys, and there's nothing else like them on the market."
"So you've said. But what do they really do?"
"Well," she says, inching her body closer to mine. "They can do a lot of things that a cock can't."
"Is that so?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"One can connect wirelessly to a Kindle, and runs on AI."
"You're losing me—AI?"
"Yeah, you know … artificial intelligence. So it knows when a woman is reading a sex scene because it'll begin to stimulate her at just the right times."
"Interesting, but how is that better than a real live cock?"
"I never pegged you as a man who'd get defensive over a toy," she laughs.
"I'm not defensive, just wondering."
"I didn't say it was better; I said it could do things that a cock couldn't," she smiles.
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters, it can fit discretely in a purse and last for hours."
"Who says I can't last for hours?" I smile.
"Can you?"
"There's only one way to find out."
She momentarily ignores the innuendo. "The way these toys move is also … unique."
"You know what I think?" I ask, but don't wait for an answer. "I think we should try these toys out … tonight … take one for a test drive."
She takes another slow sip of wine and carefully places the glass down. There's a slight imprint of her lips left on the rim of her glass from her lipstick. She's growing increasingly intoxicated—maybe from a mixture of the wine, the thought of toys greater than cocks, and oysters sliding down her throat—but even her legs are loose and she parts them slightly. She grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her warm, soft, thigh.
"You know what I think … daddy?"
I shake my head, not knowing what's going to come next. The word hangs in the air, thick and full of promise.
She shoves my hand up her leg a little further and purrs, "I think you're right."
Natalie
“You should definitely rent a warehouse,” Drake says, waving at the dozens of boxes piled up in my living room. “What’s this?” he asks me, walking over to the long worktable I’ve set up in one of the corners. A few of my prototypes are lined up on the table, ready for the testing phase. That’s convenient, I think, looking at Drake.
“These are my babies,” I tell him with a teasing smile; I pick up a pair of nipple clamps and dangle them in front of his face. “My breadwinners. Or, well, my future breadwinners anyway.”
