Go to Bar

You arrived at the bar and spotted her in the corner booth, her silhouette cutting through the dim amber light like a siren call. She waved you over with a sultry smile, and as you approached, she rose for a hug—her curves pressing against you, soft and warm, sending a electric shiver down your spine.

“Thanks for meeting me,” she said, voice like velvet as you slid into the seat across from her. “I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important.”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Just wrapping up interviews and some contract work.”

She nodded, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. “Actually, I wanted to talk about my contract. I got an offer from another agent, and I’d like to see if you can match it.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “Really? What’s the offer?”

She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear, voice a husky whisper. “They’re offering way more money than you. But I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to go either,” you murmured, eyes locking on hers. “I understand the money, but I’m willing to negotiate—keep you happy with the deal.”

She smiled softly, eyes gleaming with appreciation. “I really appreciate that.”

You sipped your drink, masking a flicker of disappointment. “Is it because she’s a woman?” you asked, arching a brow.

She nodded, glancing down at her manicured hands. “Yeah, she is. And I don’t think she could give me what I need.”

You leaned in, voice dropping to a seductive rumble. “I can give you what you need—you know that. I know your body, your desires… I can make you feel like the queen you are.”

She met your gaze, desire flickering in her eyes as she bit her full lower lip. “I know you can. But I have to consider my options.”

Your eyes held hers, the air thick with tension. “Tell you what—I’ll drop my fee to 15%. Better than what she’s offering, and you stay with me.”

She paused, sipping her drink, eyes narrowing as she weighed it. You could see the calculation in her expression, the subtle shift of her thighs under the table.

“The other agent’s only taking 5%,” she countered, voice steady but laced with challenge.

You smirked, undeterred. “I know they’ve got the edge on cash. But let’s be real—I offer something she can’t.” You closed the gap, your knee brushing hers under the table. “I can fuck you the way you crave, make you scream like no one else. She can’t touch that, no matter the money.”

Her eyes sparkled with intrigue, cheeks flushing faintly as she set her glass down. The silence stretched, charged, until she nodded. “I think we can come to an agreement.”

“Great,” you said, grin widening. “I’ll have Nicole draft the new docs. But I’ll need the other agent’s name to make this stick.”

She nodded, fishing a business card from her purse. “Her name’s Lisa,” she said, sliding it across the table. “She’s been chasing me for months, but I never took her seriously—until now.”