I still carry that rare, throbbing fulfillment deeply in my body from last week’s first bi-s****l encounter with thirty-year-old country visitor Diana. The memories of her soft mouth and the way we both came linger so strongly I have to force myself to concentrate on tonight. Tonight is the VIP client dinner meeting with my boss, Ryder, and an out-of-town business magnate at the plush six-star Ritz Hotel.
Ryder wants me there to help coerce a decision in his favor over a protracted and lucrative business deal. That’s the story he told me, anyway. In truth, the so-called out-of-town business magnate is one of Ryder’s filthy rich golfing cohorts who paid ten thousand dollars for this clandestine meeting so he could get access to me and, with luck, bed me for a night of debauchery. He saw th
