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The Deal
by Lord Malinov
~~~
The deal, as proposed, seemed likely to touch upon my interests.
Easton, who was fielding the offer, had the courtesy to invite me to
attend the negotiations in Dresden. Canard Inc. sent a team led by a
young hotshot, Paula Hart. She touched upon my interests, as well.
We stayed in a modern hotel. I watched the pair of diplomats
wrestle with general disinterest, only flexing my attention into
focus when certain subjects arose. The fought and clawed for every
scrap of rights, angling for position like only the best deal-makers
can. I watched, wary as a cat.
We survived three days filled with excruciating detail, but as the
sun began to fall below the boughs, a glass was raised and everything
seemed to be anxiously approaching a finish.
"So do we write it up?" asked Ms. Hart.
"I think we have forgotten something," said Easton. "One last
thing." He shuffled diligently through his papers. Paula blushed
and it occurred to me she knew what Easton was talking about. She
looked like she'd been caught red-handed.
"What we've got is fair," said Paula, desperately.
"Yes, but what about the derivatives? Yes, that's it. You list them
as your asset here, in the last page, but when did you pay for them
up here?"
Paula snarled, cursing under her breath.
"They aren't worth that much to me," said Easton. I listened
closely.
"So give them to us, to me." said Paula, sweetly. Within her kind
tones I recognized that she, personally, stood to make some real
money when Easton signed.
"They're worth a fortune to someone in Canard's position. I can't
just give them to you. Pay me what they're worth."
Paula froze. Easton sipped a cup of dark coffee, casually. I found
myself staring at Ms. Hart as she churned within. Her blue eyes
sparkled as she gazed fixedly into the candle's flame. She had
counted on a bold trick and Easton had foiled her.
"I don't have any more to give," said Paula calmly. I understood
that if the deal collapsed, she would get very little.
"I understand," said Easton. "I'll find another buyer. Sorry we've
wasted so much time."
"I told Sandler it was a stupid plan. Bastard. I could have
negotiated the whole thing including the derivatives if I could have
played my way, with an open hand. Couldn't I?"
Paula fought back her tears.
"Surely," said Easton. "I was eating out of your hand."
"I could have made the deal, but now, shit."
"Wait, perhaps we can still bargain."
"Canard won't pay any more. They don't need this." Paula's
shoulders drooped.
"And yet . . ."
"What would it take?" Paula looked hard at Easton
"You'll join us at my place at midnight. Type up the papers and I'll
sign the contract before dawn. I'll give you what you want, Ms.
Hart."
Paula looked at the older man ferociously, an angry beast captured
behind violent eyes. She stared with appetite, having realized her
hunger for the dark handsome man, at once finding the chance
to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat. As she smiled, I could
see that Paula wanted very badly to be rich. Easton looked
seriously as the pretty young woman shuddered in contemplation.
He knew she had no choice.
I returned with Easton to his villa. I expected to wish him well
with Ms. Hart and be on my way, but Easton insisted I stay. I
suggested that she might not be comfortable with that.
"She didn't bargain for less. A woman like our Ms. Hart wants to be
dealt with firmly. She wants this deal very badly. It's our duty to
make her feel like she's earned it."
"How far do you think she'll go?" I asked.
"It's a great deal of money. I think Paula would do just about
anything to see me sign."
I sat patiently waiting for the clock to toll midnight. The doorbell
rang. Easton escorted Paula into the recreation room. She wore a
black skirt and white t-shirt, quite a change from her negotiating
attire. Easton read through the contract as he walked to the sofa.
I poured Paula a drink.
"You're very good at this," I said, handing her the crystal glass.
"Hmm?" said Paula, distractedly. White lace gripped Paula's heavy
breasts beneath the thin cotton shirt.
"Negotiating. You've done well with one of the masters."
"Will he sign?" she asked.
"It means so much?"
"If he doesn't," she said, "I get nothing. If he does . . . ."
"Really?"
"It only costs him twenty thousand. It's worth three hundred
thousand to me." Paula's nipples tightened as she spoke the figures.
"Paula, come here," said Easton. He wore his dressing gown. Paula
smiled at me and went where she was beckoned. "I'll sign them at
dawn." Paula grinned lecherously. "Take off your clothes," said
Easton. He sounded amusingly matter of fact, as though he were
asking Paula to take a seat.
Paula reached for the zipper on her skirt and with a quick tug, she
dropped the leather down her legs. Her t-shirt hung midway down her
creamy bottom. Paula had not worn panties. She lifted the shirt
over her head, dazzling my aroused interest with a glittering cascade
of her golden mane. Easton stared approvingly as Paula reached
behind to unfasten her lace brassiere.
Paula stood naked as Easton grinned.
"You'll cost me twenty thousand," Easton said. He kissed her left
tit. Paula laughed. Easton stepped behind her and draped a
beautiful silk scarf over her shoulder. "I'm going to tie your
hands. The cloth is very fragile. You could tear it with a sharp
tug. But I'm really hoping you will not harm my pretty scarf." He
tied her hands behind her back with the blue and gold cloth.
Paula looked at Easton lovingly.
"Get down on your knees, Ms. Hart," said Easton, helping her down
onto the rug. "Spread them a little more," he said, adjusting her
legs. Easton licked a finger and slipped his wet digit inside Paula.
She wriggled at the touch. The blonde hotshot giggled as he stepped
away.
Easton took another scarf from his dressing gown pocket and stepped
behind Paula.
"You can always quit during any stage of the negotiations. If you
entertain us until dawn, we have a deal."
"I want to get paid," said Paula. Easton tied the blindfold over her
sparkling blue eyes.
"Suck my prick," said Easton, reaching down to press a long sturdy
pole against Paula's red lips. She eagerly swallowed his fleshy
staff, tickling Easton's erotic thrusts. I watched them frolic,
sitting calmly in my chair, amazed at the beautiful pulsations of sex
rippling through Paula's ripe body. I grew ravenous, watching.
"Can you see all right?" called Easton over to me. "Come closer.
She's ours for the night. You should have a look at what we have to
play with."
"But I don't," said Paula. Crack! A thin crop came down hard on
Paula's white bottom. "Aaah!" cried Paula.
"Keep my dick in your mouth, Paula," said Easton. "You want the big
prize, that's the game." Paula sucked the head of his prick. Easton
pulled the knob away and brought the crop down hard. Paula groaned
and reached for Easton's long dick. The leather whip descended again
with a whirr. Paula drove his cock into her mouth. "And we haven't
even started," said Easton, fondling her cheek.
I moved closer to the scene. Three bright pink stripes marked
Paula's firm backside.
"Check out her pussy," Easton suggested as I leaned in for a look.
"Or her ass. Ms. Hart has a pretty little ass. Maybe you want her
ass."
Paula mumbled, Easton's long pink prick filling her mouth. He
stroked his curved flesh sword in deep and then drew almost free of
her moist lips.
"No ass," she said, breaking free of his dick and looking blindly
back toward me in the pause before the riding crop fell over her
haunches. Paula found his dick and sucked it eagerly.
Easton began to back away from Paula. Once she realized he
threatened to pull out of reach, she began to crawl after him on her
knees. Easton led her calmly for twenty feet, the head of his dick
held tenderly in her mouth. Turning slowly, they moved past the fire
place until his prick popped loose. Paula sucked the air, furtively
searching for her object. The whip cracked serious blows over
Paula's ass while she twisted and turned to find the stick which
would end her torment. Easton laid his throbbing rod against her
lips with a cruel stroke. Paula sucked him gratefully.
Easton churned his hips in spasmodic rhythms, teasing Paula into
frequent anxious hunts for his dick Her cunt glistened as she leaned
forward for the prick. The whip fell as Paula sucked air, harsh
stinging blows to her pinkened bottom. She moaned and the whip fell
again. Paula dropped her head as the leather stroked her backside.
"Come here," said Easton, lifting Paula's hips and pulling them
closer. He quickly sank his cock into her shimmering pool. Paula
shook her head, dazed and slightly wild. Easton rocked his hips
against her flank. Paula moaned louder, almost screaming. Easton
whipped her as they fucked. He grabbed her wild mane.
"You want to be rich?" he snarled in her ear. "I'll make you rich."
Paula squealed and fucked harder, smacking against Easton as he
slapped her fiery ass. Easton groaned and shuddered hard inside
Paula's cunt.
I stood and unfastened my belt. Easton stumbled back to a chair and
smiled wickedly. I dropped my trousers.
"No ass," Paula said warily.
"You cost me twenty grand," Easton said to Paula. "Worth every
penny, my love." I knelt behind her.
"No ass," said Paula.
"If I didn't sign your contact, the derivatives would belong to Mr.
Wulf, currently stationed at your rear. I think this little
party is going to cost him somewhere around six hundred thousand."
Paula groaned as I put my hands on her slender waist.
"Fuck my ass," she said. Her voice vibrated with hungry surrender.
"Fuck it, now."
I pushed down into the soft wrinkle of Paula's asshole with a
sudden slick descent. I grabbed her crimson pink bottom with both
hands and drove her with a hard, maddened fuck. Paula screamed. I
untied her wrists. The silk was stretched in places but not torn.
Paula reached under to rub her clit. The pucker of her ass kissed my
prick deliciously with every deep stroke. Paula began to shudder and
quake. I slowed for a moment and then fucked Paula harder. She
crumpled into a shiver of moans.
I pushed my stiff cock into her mouth. Paula looked up at me,
curiously, compliantly, and after a moment's hesitation, she sucked
my thick rod deeply. I ran my fingers through her golden curls and
let loose my streams of lust for her to slurp up with delight.
Easton signed the papers. Paula danced, somewhat lasciviously as
she paraded them to her Audi. I went back to my office, poorer but
wiser. I've got a friend who's setting up a deal. I'm going to help
with the negotiations.
~~~
Malinov
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