KyleReevis
Really Experienced
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Barton listened to Lily’s rant with only the faintest show of emotion, one of amusement, which she obviously noticed and for which she obviously didn’t much care. He casually sipped at his wine before setting it aside, and when a pair of members took notice of his guest’s fury and shot him questioning glances, he shrugged just enough to cause them to chuckle between themselves before turning back to their own conversation.
“First, let’s address the work situation,” he said when she’d finished. “You will be working for me in a distant location, not with me in my building, let alone my office, Lily. We will rarely if ever see one another, so there shouldn't be a concern there. It’s not like you’ll be my secretary, wondering whether my calling you into my office is to take dictation … or suck my dick.”
A nearby snicker caught Barton’s attention, and he smirked a bit as he continued, “Second … no one here thinks you’re a gold digger. They may not know you, but they know me. And they know there isn’t a woman on this planet who can get close to -- let alone lay her hands upon -- any more of my money than I want her hands upon.”
He could have pointed out to Lily that many of the women here were being paid directly to be here, while others were getting something indirectly for their presence, much as Lily had gotten a job and would get an opportunity to restart her education. But it wasn’t Barton’s place to out any of these men as the type to spend their money on getting the heads of their cocks polished by a skilled tongue and pair of lips. He paused as the waiter brought their salads, then yet again departed but not before giving Lily a quick look of sympathy. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen a fish out of water flopping about the bottom of the boat, as it could be described here.
“Finally,” Barton went on, his tone a bit softer and polite, despite the topic. “You didn’t do anything last night that, deep in your soul, you hadn’t at least once fantasized about. Joy Juice, as Carly likes to call it, doesn’t work like that. It’s not a date rape drug. It doesn’t knock you senseless. It only heightens your desires and lessens your inhibitions. Before you start accusing me of raping you or of performing some other such inappropriate act on your person, you should really ask yourself a couple of questions. Have I ever even once wanted to do what I did…? And … did I enjoy it? And…” He raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit wider as he finished, “Do I want to do it or something similar again … and again, and again?”
“First, let’s address the work situation,” he said when she’d finished. “You will be working for me in a distant location, not with me in my building, let alone my office, Lily. We will rarely if ever see one another, so there shouldn't be a concern there. It’s not like you’ll be my secretary, wondering whether my calling you into my office is to take dictation … or suck my dick.”
A nearby snicker caught Barton’s attention, and he smirked a bit as he continued, “Second … no one here thinks you’re a gold digger. They may not know you, but they know me. And they know there isn’t a woman on this planet who can get close to -- let alone lay her hands upon -- any more of my money than I want her hands upon.”
He could have pointed out to Lily that many of the women here were being paid directly to be here, while others were getting something indirectly for their presence, much as Lily had gotten a job and would get an opportunity to restart her education. But it wasn’t Barton’s place to out any of these men as the type to spend their money on getting the heads of their cocks polished by a skilled tongue and pair of lips. He paused as the waiter brought their salads, then yet again departed but not before giving Lily a quick look of sympathy. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen a fish out of water flopping about the bottom of the boat, as it could be described here.
“Finally,” Barton went on, his tone a bit softer and polite, despite the topic. “You didn’t do anything last night that, deep in your soul, you hadn’t at least once fantasized about. Joy Juice, as Carly likes to call it, doesn’t work like that. It’s not a date rape drug. It doesn’t knock you senseless. It only heightens your desires and lessens your inhibitions. Before you start accusing me of raping you or of performing some other such inappropriate act on your person, you should really ask yourself a couple of questions. Have I ever even once wanted to do what I did…? And … did I enjoy it? And…” He raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit wider as he finished, “Do I want to do it or something similar again … and again, and again?”