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, donât you?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. "Youâre quite the exhibitionist, Mr. Blake."
Ethan chuckled, buttoning his pants. "When I opened those curtains, you started squirting like a water spigot. So tell me, whoâs the pervert?"
She laughed, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I donât mind being one for you. Your cock has magic, Ethan. It was like having a vibrator inside me, touching every sensitive part of my pussy. Iâve 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 me 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 youâd 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.
"Youâre too handsome, too sexy, and too much of a millionaire," she admitted candidly. "I donât dream of you abandoning everything for me. Just donât leave me without your cock, because I think Iâve become addicted to it."
"Good girl," Ethan approved, giving her ass a quick, possessive slap.
"When do you start with me?" he asked.
"Give me one week," Lena requested, smoothing out her skirt. "I need to leave everything settled here. I donât like abandoning my duties; Iâm a professional, you know."
"Oh, you are certainly a professional," Ethan retorted, pulling her close. "Professionally, you professionally squeezed my cock."
She laughed harder. "Youâre truly something else. And what do you want me 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 itâs just between us," Ethan replied, caressing her ass again before kissing her deeply. "Here is my number and my address. Donât forget to hurry up and be on time. What is mine once is mine forever. Donât try to escape me, because you wonât be able to run, even if you want to."
The System immediately exploded in Ethanâs mind, a riot of synthetic laughter. [HAHAHAHA! Where did you get that profound quote?] It roared. [Was that from a fortune cookie? âWhat is mine once is mine forever.â You sound like a villain from a bad comic book! That was incredible, Champion!]
Ethan ignored the Systemâs abuse. Lena, oblivious to the internal mockery, smiled warmly. "Iâll be on time, Daddy. I promise I wonât delay, and whatever you need, you can call me." She then sent a text message to his secure device. "Thatâs my number. Iâm available for you from 7 AM to 12 PM, but for your cock, Iâm 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 me know. Youâll see that youâve 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. "Iâll be a good girl and take care of everything you need me 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 moment she saw Ethan emerge. Ethan simply laughed and said, "Letâs 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 Jasonâs shoulder. "Donât worry about it. Donât be so hard on yourself," Ethan said easily. "Youâre not a slave, Jason. Youâre my friend and my guardian. Relax a little."
"Sir, but we mustnât..." 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." Ethanâs expression grew focused. "Before all this, I lived in an apartment quite far from here. We need to go there first and get the boxes. I hope we can find something there to open my fatherâs USB."
"Understood, sir. We are leaving immediately," Jason replied, his posture immediately snapping back to professional readiness.
Jason opened the heavy bank door, stepped out, quickly scanned the perimeter, and opened the car door for Ethan. Ethan slid into the back seat. Jason got in and started the engine.
"Itâs 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 didnât quite grasp the implication, but Ethan just laughed, a deep, satisfied sound.
The System immediately 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. Youâre really good at giving erotic shows for adults, perverts, and horny old ladies!]