I HAVE TO WEAR THAT? OKAY... & BINDING CONTRACT

Yeah, let’s see Ulla’s pussy flowing the next time I make her wear that nurse’s outfit. Or any other outfit for that matter. I had bought a big range after all. That coupled with her orgasm lock... Soon nurse Slutmuffin would be begging me for ”medical assistance”.

And Henrika...

Well, I guess I’m a gambler at heart.

There was a big chance this was going to be a complete miss, a trait I couldn’t even use.

But damn, wouldn’t it be fun to just straight up buy Henrika? Ulla would have to ask for my permission if she wanted to use her wife ever again.

The thought of that just completely stopped my brain from working, and I had **** but to click option B.

A counter appeared on screen.

HENRIKA SORENSSON’S CURRENT PRICE:

350 772 312,56$

Oh.

350 million, huh?

...

Well, I guess when you gamble, you win and you lose, right?

...

Okay, was there actually way for me to get that amount from somewhere?

How rich was Maria, actually?

You know what, I had no idea. I decided to Google that. There were always people making net worth estimations of celebrities...

Damned. I guess Maria wasn’t that big of a celebrity. I couldn’t find a good estimation anywhere.

Well, she owned five magazines, right? I know the four other ones were just minor ones, some were just starting out, the others weren’t doing that great... But what if she sold all of them? That should be plenty, right?

Wait, what was I thinking here? Selling all of Maria’s property just to buy one person? The property that was about to be mine eventually, if everything went according to plan?

Either way, that was a lot of effort and a long freaking time before the option to buy Henrika was viable.

So, option B then? The app said that the price was subject to change, and based on the person’s self-worth and philosophies?

How the fuck do I change those dramatically enough? And if I did, at that point, wouldn’t Henrika’s submission points be high enough that buying her wouldn’t be that big of a change for her anymore?

Man, some tough questions.

Either this was a bust, or there was a way I could still utilize this.

I wasn’t going to come up with an answer right away. I had to think about this some more later.

Tomorrow was both the photoshoot, which main purpose was to be just pure fun for me, and the date with Gloria. Not a simple date, though. A date with a chaperone. I had no idea who that would be.

The date was more important. The further I got with Gloria, she would be the perfect piece to get more concessions and points out of Maria.

In fact, she was the big play. Seriously, how was else was I getting more points out of Maria?

What if I just walked to Maria’s office and said ”suck my dick or I call the police”. Let’s play this out in my head. How would that end?

Hmm. A couple of ways. Neither of them good. Most likely, she would completely call my bluff this time. She was suspicious enough about my FBI contact. And at that point, I would lose the game, and my life. Option 2 wasn’t that good either. In that scenario she would indeed suck my dick to stop me calling the police, but kill me the first chance she had to do it quietly. I think she would think the risk from getting rid of me would be worth it at that point.

I needed to keep her both happy and scared enough. Tough fucking job.

Well, I’ve made it this far. Anything’s possible. Time to actually sleep.

Friday morning.

Walking into the lobby, I was greeted with the sight of two luscious butts waiting for the elevator.

Sophie and Lana.

They seemed to be talking about something. I couldn’t hear what, but they were so deep in their chat they didn’t hear me approaching.

You know... Sophie knew about me and Lana now. Lana knew that Sophie knew about me and her.

That pretty much meant there were some new options available for me.

Like this.

I grabbed a chunk of Lana’s assflesh through her pants, and squeezed hard.

She screamed, and turned around quickly, ready to slap whoever was behind her. When she saw it was me, she calmed down somewhat and put her hand down meekly.

”Good morning, babe.” I said with a smile.

”G-Good morning, Jack...” she said, gulping a little.

This had the desired effect on Sophie. She once again had trouble believing what she was seeing.

”Oh God, keep that shit in your bedroom. Nobody wants to see that stuff in the workplace.”

”What? You have trouble with love blooming around here?”, I said, while putting my arm around Lana’s neck. She was definitely still a little skirmish about my actions, and about making our relationship public. But she didn’t fight back. She looked at Sophie all embarrassed, but smiling awkwardly.

”No I don’t. But I don’t need to see it. Come on Lana, you could do so much better than that. Seriously.”

Wow. She just straight up said that in front of me.

”yeah... hehe”, and that’s all Lana came back with. She just laughed nervously.

She wasn’t sticking up for me? I needed to train her better.

The elevator was finally here. All three of us stepped in, me with my arm still around Lana. Sophie saw that I wasn’t letting go of her, and sighed loudly. Her attitude was pissing me off more and more.

Meanwhile, I felt Lana’s body heat rising significantly. That was expected, it was a cramped space after all.

Once the elevator got going, so did I. I pushed Lana against the elevator wall. She was too stunned to even say anything.

”Come on babe, let’s show her why you’re with me,” I said and kissed her passionately on the lips. Lana tried to talk, to say something, but it was lost in the muffles of our dueling tongues.

”HEY!” Sophie screeched. It was understandable. Our kissing was very loud, messy and damn near pornographic. I think at some point I licked her whole face before I put my tongue back in her mouth. Definitely not the kinda stuff you do in formal company at the workplace.

Lana on her part, was just surrendering to me more and more. First she tried looking at Sophie apologetically, but that didn’t last long as she was soon lost in the pleasure.

”EWW! PLEASE STOP ALREADY!” Hearing that from Sophie made me just want to go harder. Why not give her something she secretly wants anyway?

I pulled open Lana’s blouse so hard, that buttons flew off it. Now her bra was exposed, and in a few seconds I pulled that down too.

”NOO!” this time the scream was Lana’s. But it was the most fake ”no” I had ever heard. I put my mouth to her exposed, big titties, and after a few sensual licks gave the nipple a hungry bite.

Lana screeched, and I stared right into Sophie’s eyes. Her face was the most red I’d seen yet. Seems like her complaining had stopped too. Yeah, a naked Lana was her perversion now. Or more specifically, a picture of a naked Lana, but I guess this was close enough.

Then, as fast as it all had started, it stopped. The elevator dinged, and we had reached the right floor.

I let go of Lana’s nipple, and she fell on the floor. She had excreted so much juice that I could practically hear the splash as she sat down. Sophie still said nothing, but was breathing a little harder. I stared into her deeply.

I came very close to her face. She didn’t know what to do. She was both scared and extremely aroused.

But then I just left the elevator.

I walked away.

I felt Sophie’s eyes on my back the whole hallway.

Let her replay that scene a few hundred times in her head.

Yes, that was definitely a fun way to start the day, but time to start the actual agenda now.

I opened the door to the photo studio.

Oh yes, there they were. Anna-Marie and my model trio.