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[ William had quite the displeased look on his face when he showed up to book a girl for the coming weekend. A last minute business trip meant that all of his usual picks were unavailable. But poor timing on his part didn't mean he felt any less entitled to have what he came for. Most others might have been turned away, but Mr. Spears was one of the owner's top customers, and he wasn't keen on losing the business. So, as consolation, he offered up one of his newest girls at a discount, making sure to mention that she had a little something 'extra' to her, if William was up for a bit of experimentation. It caused William to raise his brow, curious though quite positive he knew what the man was implying. ]

Show her to me.

[ Pleased that the info didn't immediately turn him away he called for the girl. ]

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[ The lady's gait announced her appearance, heels clanking across the expensive tiled floor. Meet Mr. Spears, her 'boss' would say, with a gesture toward the gentleman seated at the opposite end of his desk.

From her view of the back of his head, this particular client appears to be a run-of-the-mill businessman. Sharply dressed, but with no flair. It earns a roll of her eyes, to which would prompt Boss to swallow down his nerves. It's clear that her still doesn't quite know how to handle her.

She approaches the desk, gracefully turning to take a seat at the edge facing Mr. Spears - and with the shorts of her jumpsuit just barely reaching the length of her sleeves, she makes it a point of offer this gentleman a glimpse of her ass along the way.

Lips parted just so, she gives him a very apparent once-over, and decides he has a nice face, at the very least. Crossing her legs, she settles a heel on the armrest of his seat. Offers him a very flirty smile, as he tilts her head to toss her hair. The plunging neckline of her red garment, nearly as vibrant as her hair, teasing him with her well toned decollete and supple cleavage. ]

You called on me, handsome?

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[ As she sways around him to perch on the desk, William watches her carefully. He, too, puts forth little effort to hide his scan of her body, eyes resting at key points as he makes his assessment of her. That little extra surprise is hidden quite well.

One calm blink and his eyes are focused on the owner, once more. ]

He has yet to undergo surgery, then?

[ Speaking to the man, as if Grell is nothing but an object in the room, William folds his hands in his lap, waiting for conformation on his suspicions. ]

[ Before the man has an opportunity to respond properly, the redhead moves to grasp the back of her inquisitor's seat, with a knee sinking into the plush cushion beside his thigh. She takes hold of a hand, pressing his palm flush against her cock, guiding his hold along its length. ]

I'm a lady, with more than your ever could bargain for-- darling.

[ There's an almost predatory tone she takes with that nickname, tongue hooking over her teeth as she breathes a chuckle. ]

Of course, if you're looking for me to be the man in the relationship, I have nothing against bending you over your posh little business desk.

[ Running his hand over his mouth in the most exasperated fashion, the man just gestures to his worker for the given answer. Partly amused, he does his best to take the turn to his advantage. perhaps I should've mentioned that she's a firecracker, as well, he'll say. ]

[ Not even the slightest change to his stern gaze, William's response is to simply get as firm a hold on that cock as her jumpsuit will allow. His eyes stay locked on hers, unflinching. ]

I don't recall addressing you.

[ Releasing hold, he stands, not caring where she may land as he pushes her off of him. Though it may appear as though he's lost the man's business, William pulls his wallet from the inner pocket of his coat, counts out a few hundred pound notes and slides them across the desk. ]

I will be taking him until Sunday night.

[ She quiets, her brow raised with interest and cock much more firm. God help her, when she collapses to the floor at his feet, she could just roll over and present herself to him right there.

Neither she or her boss would expect what he did next, however; at last, she finds herself intrigued. So long as he can maintain that firm hand of his, anyway.

Boss stands shocked, if for just a moment. He'd stood, in anticipation of apologizing on behalf of the merchandise - and partially to see if said merchandise had become damaged, defective though it may be. Now, he may ease with a smile of relief, bowing his head in thanks. ]

[ Tucking his wallet away again, William turns to regard his purchase. ]

Be ready by 6 a.m. tomorrow. I will not tolerate missing my flight.

[ Pulling his phone from a different pocket, he does a quick double check on the times, then nods to himself. ]

And dress appropriately. I won't have you walking around with me in outfits such as that.

[ With that he'll give the owner a nod and sees himself out. ]

[ Readjusting the top over her breasts, Grell tosses her hair with a defiant scoff - but there's a lopsided grin that plucks at the corners of her mouth. ]

See you bright and early, Mister Spears.

[ As instructed, she'll be prepared for him to retrieve her the following morning. Waiting out front, she has a suitcase larger than her torso, and a oversized tote tucked behind her heels - because wearing comfortable footwear to the airport is not on her list of priorities.

At the very least, her outfit is more modest than the day before. A deep red women's blazer and matching trousers. Of course, the top underneath is made of sheer lace, but most of that is covered by the jacket. The gold statement necklace and matching sunglasses add an especially trendy spin on it, she thinks, so it's all appropriate in the name of fashion.

Before she stands to check if the car that's arrived is indeed her ride, she'll be taking a moment to touch up her lipstick. Just in case. ]

[ What pulls up is nothing short of a luxury vehicle. The man who exits and approaches her introduces himself as Mister Spears' chauffeur and kindly extends a hand to help her to the car. And once she's settled, carefully packs her luggage along side his boss'.

The interior of the miniature limousine is certainly inviting with it's black leather seating, mood lighting and soft music. There's even glasses of champagne poured for both of them. William, hardly acknowledging the woman's arrival, is busy replying to an important email on his tablet. ]

You're a dear.

[ Once she's climbed into the vehicle, she leans over to touch her cheek to the chauffeur's with a 'mwah!' She settles in right beside William then, regardless of all the space that the limo has to offer.

Removing her sunglasses, she hooks them over the side of her back, heaving a satisfied sigh! She will most certainly help herself to one of those glasses. ]

This is quite nice, isn't it? [ A sip, and a purr of a hum! ] Is this your usual mode of transport, or is this a sort of business treat, hm~?

[ It's a minute or so before he bothers giving her a response, the email being far more important. But eventually, he shuts the tablet off, sliding it into the briefcase at his side. ]

Work provided. There is no sense in leaving my own car in the lot over the weekend.

[ He reaches for the second glass, taking a light sip before finally turning his eyes to her. The outfit is scanned up and down, and by the lack of dry commentary, it can be assumed he approves of it. ]

[ A good thing her responded in under five minutes, as she'd already become terribly bored, gaze wandering and tongue running over her teeth with impatience.

Shooting him a side glance, she warms up a bit, a smile showing through pursed lips. ]

Indeed. So, you must do some invaluable work, then. What's your profession?

Financial adviser.

[ Switching the drink to his other hand, he checks his watch, gauging just how much time they'll have before reaching the airport - and whether or not he'll test out his purchase before or after the flight. ]

[ Grell laughs, setting aside her champagne glass to where she'd found it. ]

I see. So you know precisely how to move around your budget for some good company, mn?

[ Scooting herself closer, the redhead daringly run her hand over his knee! ]

I do. Now I suggest your mouth stops asking questions and gets to work.

[ Of course he doesn't mean this as a suggestion, even in the least. He adjusts his position slightly, leaving plenty of space between his legs for Grell to knell. ]

[ Her brows raise as though to question if he's serious, but the laughter that immediately follows ensures that his demands are met with good nature. ]

So eager, Mister Spears. [ Leaning in, she dashes the tip of her nose along his ear, before whispering into it, hand traveling up his inner thigh and over the front of his trousers, so she may take a firm hold of his cock. ] Don't you worry, I'll give you you money's worth - and then some, if you please me♥.

[ Taking a leg with each hand, she raises herself, only to settle down between them, fingers plucking his belt loose from their holdings. ]

[ A short, contemplative huff as he widens his legs a bit more. ]

Your job is to please me, whether or not you get off to what I decide to do to you is your own choice.

[ He sips his champagne again, watching the movement of her fingers as they loosen his belt. ]

Are you sure about that?

[ Making a show of plucking open the fastening, she hooks her tongue over her upper lip as she delicately slips her hand into his undergarments. ]

Because I could go along nicely, surely. [ And taking his length in hand, she licks over her lips. ] But wouldn't you prefer that I play downright dirty?

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[ Certainly, William likes submissive girls. Ones who will do what he says with little back talk. But Grell hadn't presented herself that way to him from the first moment. It was the challenge that intrigued him more than what she had hidden beneath those red dress pants. ]

You certainly are a 'firecracker', as your boss put it.

[ The faintest hint of approval hangs on his words. ]

[ Pumping her hand over his half-hardened cock, she chuckles while ghosting her lips over its head. ]

Perhaps the kindest of his nicknames for me. Bloody sod doesn't know how to handle a woman of my caliber.

[ And then, a wetted kiss. ]

Let's hope you do.

[ She winks, before allowing her lashes to flutter against her cheeks; lips rolling over the head of his cock, she take him in, nearly in full. ]

I have zero doubt that you'll submit to me fully by this trip's end.

[ But since she's finally got his cock in her mouth, he relaxes back into the plush seating. His eyes remain on hers, even as he sips at his drink. Though not the most vibrant of colors, there's intensity in her stare that he finds most attractive. ]

[ Such confidence earns her attention in full, a smile to those eyes. Slowly bobbing down his length once more, she gives a lulling moan. Comes up for air, then, pushing back her hair with a breathy sigh. ]

God, I hope you're right.

[ And she'll run her tongue from base to tip, before claiming him once more. Her hands wander to his hips, thumbs idly massaging. ]

[ So she's up for the challenge. That's a point in William's favor, already.

Setting his glass on the side table, he settles a hand on her head, with a deceivingly gentle touch. No sense in forcing anything, just yet. He's keen to let her showcase her skills, first. ]

[ To his touch, she'll hum once more. Gaze settling on his, she keeps her mouth busy whilst plucking his shirt free from his slacks, so that she may trail her fingertips up his abdomen. ]

[ He catches those wandering hands, squeezing tightly at her wrists. ]

Do not go undressing me. We have a flight to catch.

[ That tight squeeze only leads Grell to moan - and pulling back, she allows his cock to fall off her extended tongue, then licking over her lips. ]

I only wished to feel you a bit, crybaby♥.