One of her hands slips into my pants, pulling the side of my panties aside and skillfully masturbating my clitoris, which is completely swollen and wet with the need for contact.
I rest both hands on the edge of the counter, ready for her to do whatever she wants with me. At times, I feel like she's going to penetrate me, but she doesn't. Her mouth slides down my neck, and with one hand she pulls my top aside and exposes one of my nipples, which she promptly licks.
When I'm about to come, her mouth sticks to mine again and she squeezes my nipple. I can't hold back the long moan caused by the orgasm that takes over my body and the wave of tremors that throws me off balance.
She takes her hand off my pants, looks at her fingers and then at me. She sucks her fingers while our eyes remain locked. I am completely numb.
"I told you I'm not going to fuck you in the gym bathroom..." she whispered, biting her lip. I adjust my pants and she moves closer. Our noses touch and she smiles.
"I thought that was kind of a bitch move on your part." I remarked, feigning indignation while adjusting my top.
"You're delicious, but between the two of us, I'm the boss." she stated. She winks and leaves after tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I leave the dressing room wearing the shirt and headphones. As soon as I get to my room, a message flashes on my phone screen.
K. Calama:"You're driving me crazy."
I laugh before getting in the shower, and as soon as I get out, I see that there are already other messages and a photo of her in the bathtub with little foam.
Megan Woods: "This time, you're the one who ran away. Now I want to know how much you want me before you have me."
Megan Woods:"There's not enough foam in that bathtub."
K. Calama:"You're missing from this bathtub, that's for sure."
Megan Woods:"How do I know you won't use me to get what you want?"
K. Calama:"I can tell you who I use to get advantages and how. I won't use you. We can make a contract."
Megan Woods:"Interesting. What do you think?"
K. Calama:"I'll give you names, leave evidence, and offer you 50 million euros if I try to take advantage of you."
In response, I send Sarki's private email and say that if my lawyer approves, I'll sign. I finish by confirming that our meeting is still on.
Half an hour after exchanging messages, Sarki calls me on video asking what this is all about. I calmly explain and she bursts out laughing.
"You're playing hard to get, and she's totally falling for it," Sarki said, sipping her tea.
"Maybe I'm falling for her and I don't really care." I confessed.
"I wouldn't mind either. The contract idea is excellent, and honestly, you have nothing to lose here.”she noted.“She said your biggest loss would be your image. I think that's fair."
"Is there a contract term?" I asked, sorting things out to work and distract myself.
"Three years, initially. Automatically renewable. Come to think of it..."Sarki mused.
"Go on, what's on your evil mind?" I probed.
"When I married Lisa, she put some shares of her father's bank in the prenuptial agreement in case of divorce. Ask for some shares of her company in case she screws you over. That way, you won't be left empty-handed."she suggested.
“You can do that. If she does, give me a call and I'll sign it right away.” I agreed.
"I'll do it now, wait a minute." She said and I can hear her typing something, and then her attention returns to me. "Sent."
"Has Lisa arrived from her trip?" I asked and she shook her head. "How are you two doing?"
"Fine. She gave up on the idea of having children after spending two days with her sister." She laughed. "She sent a photo yesterday before the show. She looked so beautiful that I was sure I would jump through the screen if I could."
