Ethan stood by the window as Lena quickly got dressed, smoothing out her now-crumpled blazer and skirt. She was laughing, the sound breathy and satisfied.
"You enjoy showing your cock to the entire world through the window, don’t you?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. "You’re quite the exhibitionist, Mr. Blake."
Ethan chuckled, buttoning his pants. "When I opened those curtains, you started squirting like a water spigot. So tell , who’s the pervert?"
She laughed, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don’t mind being one for you. Your cock has magic, Ethan. It was like having a vibrator inside , touching every sensitive part of my pussy. I’ve never felt anything that good. We can repeat this whenever you want."
Ethan leaned in, his voice dropping to a possessive murmur. "Gladly. You work for now, and part of your obligation is to open your legs so I can penetrate you. And part of mine is making sure you leave satisfied. We can put that in the contract, if you’d like."
She laughed again, a pure, delighted sound. "Well, it seems I got even more benefits than I expected."
"About the cards," Ethan said, pulling back slightly. "Do I have to wait for you to fix everything before I get them?"
"No, no," she replied, reaching into her bag and producing a sleek wallet. "Here you are. You have two: one for you, and one... for any little slut you happen to have around."
"Jealous?" Ethan asked, his eyebrow arched.
"You’re too handso, too sexy, and too much of a millionaire," she admitted candidly. "I don’t dream of you abandoning everything for . Just don’t leave without your cock, because I think I’ve beco addicted to it."
"Good girl," Ethan approved, giving her ass a quick, possessive slap.
"When do you start with ?" he asked.
"Give one week," Lena requested, smoothing out her skirt. "I need to leave everything settled here. I don’t like abandoning my duties; I’m a professional, you know."
"Oh, you are certainly a professional," Ethan retorted, pulling her close. "Professionally, you professionally squeezed my cock."
She laughed harder. "You’re truly sothing else. And what do you want to call you from now on? Mr. Blake? Ethan? Boss? Daddy?" she asked, her voice dipping into a teasing, childish whine.
"Whatever you want, when it’s just between us," Ethan replied, caressing her ass again before kissing her deeply. "Here is my number and my address. Don’t forget to hurry up and be on ti. What is mine once is mine forever. Don’t try to escape , because you won’t be able to run, even if you want to."
The System imdiately exploded in Ethan’s mind, a riot of synthetic laughter. [HAHAHAHA! Where did you get that profound quote?] It roared. [Was that from a fortune cookie? ’What is mine once is mine forever.’ You sound like a villain from a bad comic book! That was incredible, Champion!]
Ethan ignored the System’s abuse. Lena, oblivious to the internal mockery, smiled warmly. "I’ll be on ti, Daddy. I promise I won’t delay, and whatever you need, you can call ." She then sent a text ssage to his secure device. "That’s my number. I’m available for you from 7 AM to 12 PM, but for your cock, I’m 24/7."
They both shared a laugh. Ethan gave her one last instruction. "You can use the cards to buy anything you want for yourself. Just let know. You’ll see that you’ve made the best decision of your life."
Lena leaned down and kissed his dick through his pants, the soft pressure a final, tantalizing tease. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "I’ll be a good girl and take care of everything you need to do, just so you can blast my little pussy as a reward."
Ethan straightened his suit and opened the office door. Jason was waiting, a huge smile on his face. He was actually talking to one of the receptionists, who was even stroking his arm. The girl shrieked and darted away the mont she saw Ethan erge. Ethan simply laughed and said, "Let’s go, Jason."
Ethan and Jason walked through the marble halls of the corporate bank. Ethan was putting his new Black Cards into a secure pocket of his jacket.
"I apologize, sir," Jason said, his voice low and serious as they reached the massive, ornate doors. "I should not have abandoned my post. I was distracted."
Ethan placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. "Don’t worry about it. Don’t be so hard on yourself," Ethan said easily. "You’re not a slave, Jason. You’re my friend and my guardian. Relax a little."
"Sir, but we mustn’t..." Jason began, his loyalty kicking in instantly.
Ethan cut him off with a firm but gentle squeeze of his shoulder. "The line, yes, I know the line. I know, Jason." Ethan’s expression grew focused. "Before all this, I lived in an apartnt quite far from here. We need to go there first and get the boxes. I hope we can find sothing there to open my father’s USB."
"Understood, sir. We are leaving imdiately," Jason replied, his posture imdiately snapping back to professional readiness.
Jason opened the heavy bank door, stepped out, quickly scanned the periter, and opened the car door for Ethan. Ethan slid into the back seat. Jason got in and started the engine.
"It’s still annoying," Ethan complained as Jason pulled into traffic. "I have hands, you know."
"Yes, but there are a lot of people watching," Jason replied simply, his eyes on the rearview mirror.
"I know there are a lot of people watching," Ethan said, grinning to himself. Jason didn’t quite grasp the implication, but Ethan just laughed, a deep, satisfied sound.
The System imdiately jumped in, its voice dripping with mock awe. [Wow, there were a lot of people! You even gave them the helicopter show, Champion! Haha!] The System cackled. [You should apply to be a professional stripper. You’re really good at giving erotic shows for adults, perverts, and horny old ladies!]
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