Penny's Worth - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 5

... had a good laugh at how the simple Defense Minister was handing out his country’s money in excess of normal practices – all into the cameras recording each and every word of the banker’s duplicity. In a few days, Suárez would view the video. He’d grovel at my feet as I insulted his inferiorities, he’d vow to prove me wrong, we’d have tremendous intercourse, and then he’d use the information to splay the bankers hide on the board room table. It worked every time, I was told. In this instance, all fees would be done away with, the bridge loan converted to fall a full percentage below prime and Suárez saved his nation’s defense budget tens of millions of dollars – most of which he’d pocket for his own benefit. Unlike the dancing chica on the coffee table, I’d taken to mixing my drinks predominantly with water and was paying rapt attention to the information Suárez and his business adversaries loved to boast about so much. The evening with the banker finished with an oral extravaganza using my mouth as little sister slithered her arms around his body. The poor bastard would never know what was about to hit him, but at least he had a good sendoff before heading to his coming onslaught. As Ivory dressed, I handed her an envelope containing a thousand for her services. She had ...

... no idea this was anything other than a wild evening for one of my special Johns, nor did she need to know. “You did very well. I liked how you improvised.” “That was the best time, the naughty sister routine rocks,” she exclaimed. “It’s like a variation of the college girl in finance trouble character I’m doing for some of my clients. They gobble that shit up of a sophomore having to sell her ass to make tuition payments.” “So, you’ve dropped the Catholic school girl act?” “No, a lot of the beef-burgers still like it, but I’ve noticed Yelp is starting to rate college girl higher.” “You’re up on Yelp?” “Sure, I trend on Twitter, too. How else can you track what the fares want?” I wanted to explain how actually talking to clients was a good way to know what they liked, but let it go. Ivory had been doing pretty well for herself using her own methods. As she headed toward the elevator door, she said, “If you get bored and want to do the slut sisters thing again, let me know. It may not be the money you usually get, but it is fun and we can rock some serious cock with it.” I looked around the quiet penthouse living room. It would be days before I had another client here. I considered her offer. Maybe getting the top end rate wasn’t everything. ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 of 6 ~ ~ ~