The Calm Before the Storm

I had just finished a meeting with my team on the latest business performance. It had been a so-so month for us. Bootleg versions of the dethorning **** was proliferating on the streets and being sold at rock bottom prices. With supply up and prices depressed, our profits for the quarter weren't looking great. Fortunately, our new product, a supplement that allowed tops to increase the quantity of their 'breeding' or 'owning' cum was doing well. Couples and Tops were now able to better predict and control the 'sex' of their children this way. Although I wasn't proud that I had to rely on a **** that I didn't agree with at a philosophical level, I had to be pragmatic as the Commercial Director of the company.

Although that was the last meeting of the day, my day was still not over. I swung by the Research Lab where they were working on some new **** that we could introduce into the market. The latest one that they were working on was promising, it was a **** that would allow you to temporarily stop a person's cum production and **** them to have dry orgasms. We were developing that **** as a potential birth control pill for tops or fetish, recreational **** depending on how the trials would go. After spending some time with the team, I finally headed back to my office so that I could pack up and head home.

Patrick was waiting for me with dinner. I had promised him that we could cuddle up and watch the new horror series that he's been wanting to watch. Although the **** has scarred him, he is fortunately not afraid of getting intimate with me. And if I played my cards right, I would fucking that tight bussy later tonight.

Just as I was about to leave though, I received a message from the PI that I hired to find "Zeus". The message read, "I have updates. Call me when you can."

Fuck, it's been weeks since I got an update about the search. But based on the message and the fact that they didn't call, it was bound to be just a routine update.