Trudie Hewitt stood and pulled down her skirt before slowly walking to her desk and helping herself to a cigarette from the onyx box.
Justin Gonzalez followed, she had been on top of him on the soft black corporate armchair, he too adjusted his clothing accordingly.
Trudie drew on her cigarette and watched the man walk towards her ... true he was good looking, true he was as rich as her ... true the darkness of his soul was similar to hers ... but in comparision ...? Well, there was no comparision.
Trudie offered him a cigarette which he accepted, without thanks.
'Well, that was a good start to the meeting', his voice always sounded like a sneer, if she wasn't 100% confident that she was in full control of him she may have considered meting out something rather unpleasant for him.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke before continuing.
'So, you want to talk to me about my slut of an ex-stepMom?'
She walked around to him and stood close, 'Amanda Gonzalez ... oh yes.'
She unzipped him
He took a sharp intake of breath, she was rough with him, bordering on the painful ... he liked it.
'I also want to talk about your nightclub, I would like to invest in it.'
His breath was coming in short sharp intakes.
'How do you feel about that?'
He dropped his cigarette and groaned.
2 comments:
can amanda really take on trudie and win?
she seems really evil.
if justin is just as rich then what is he doing with her?
more pictures of that fella PLEEESSAAEE!
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