He smirks at that, fucking asshole that he is.
Garrett Frazier Wilkinson knows it’s not the business that’s been slow. It’s the fact that his company is stealing my clients, my films, and my ideas rightout from under me. He’s my enemy, but I’ve convinced him that we can share common ground.
Garrett wants everything I have. He always has. Of course, my little doll would be no exception.
“Anyway, payment will need to be made up front. You understand, of course.”
“Of course.” He agrees, the hand he's been rubbing over his crotch moving to his jacket pocket to pluck out his wallet. “How much?”
I laugh coldly as he opens his wallet, grabbing out a stack of cash.
“Your money is of no use to me. See, you're my first customer. If you want her, you'll have to work on commission. Bring me more customers, and I'll let you be the first to fuck her... other than me, of course. Her pussy is astonishingly tight given how she was procured. I'd live inside her forever if I could.”
And that's the fucking truth.
The last few hours have been agonizing, knowing she was down here all alone, probably cold and uncomfortable. We’re in the boardroom, which is located in the basement. It’s well renovated; it doesn’t even look like a basement, but the air is certainly cooler here. It’s the only place I could lock up and ensure no one would stumble upon my little doll waiting to be fucked. My body heat would warm her, and my cum would make her feel full, but I had to fulfill an obligation.
“Commission?” He mulls it over, thoughtful. “I'm not a fucking pimp.”
“Of course not.” I shrug, ignoring his implication that I am. “But we both know word of mouth is the best way to bring in customers. I'm trying not to get caught, so it's not as if I can go post a photo of her online and invite people over to fuck her. But if you just happen to mention my offer to a friend or two…”
He nods, catching on to my point. “But that means I can't fuck her yet. How will I know if she's worth it when my friends ask if I haven't sampled the merchandise?”
“Sample away.” I offer, gesturing to where she lies helpless, naked beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The dress I had custom-designed to highlight everyfucking curve on her body. The dress I had imagined on my bedroom floor tonight.
I don’t know if that will happen now.
He watches me like he's waiting for me to laugh, to tell him I'm kidding, to leave. But I just cross my arms and lean against the cabinets, making it clear I won't intervene.
Once he seems to believe that, he turns back to her, watching her longingly.
He yanks her dress quickly over her hips and groans when he finds her bare beneath him, smooth and ready for the taking. His hand skates there automatically, reveling in her warmth as his fingers slip between her legs.
I'm sure she's dry there, her body not the least bit seduced by his pathetic touch, but whatever he feels is enough to make him commit. His hands go to his waist, unbuckling his belt. As he yanks his cock free, I stop him.
“You have a condom, right?”
He pauses, turning to me with his pathetic little dick poking above his pants.
“What? Is that necessary?”
“For you.” I nod. “I don't use one, but I know I'm clean. I'm not going to risk her contracting something that she'll pass to me because you didn't feel like wrapping it up.”
A frustrated growl crawls from the back of his throat. “You don't have any?”
“Of course not. I just told you, I don't use them.”
He tosses his head back in frustration, rubbing a palm over his face before nodding. “Fine. I'll take her throat then.”
“Not without a condom, you won't.” I shrug. “You don't just carry them on you?”
“No.” He snaps. “It's not my problem if a bitch winds up knocked up.”
“Of course.” I agree, making no point about how inconvenient it would be for him if he contracted some sort of disease from fucking everyone without protection. “What can I do then?”
“Jack your hand like your wife's out of town?” I shrug, and he accepts that I'm not letting any part of him inside her without protection.
I watch him grip his dick and take a breath, but then he glances at me.
