Quite well

It started interesting, with Jasmine visibly smelling Diamond on me and vice versa and seeing Diamond’s flushed skin and my own, as well as the sweat that made our skin damn near glow and looked…jealous.

But she visibly swallowed and pushed that aside, focusing on the actual reason we were here.

Most of it is…boring. Extremely goddamn boring. It’s actually business, if over a good dinner and Diamond does ninety percent of the talking, with me only occasionally weighing in when there was a security or local relationship question, which frankly wasn’t often as instead she wanted numbers, how many ‘housing units’? How many people? What cost per unit? How long would construction take? How did we know any of this? Who could do the work? How soon could we start? Who owned the land--

That question had a surprising answer, Diamond had already started acquiring property. Not from individuals, only from banks, as the individuals were going to be…delicate, otherwise people would claim they’d been cheated. She wanted Jasmine to take the lead as the expert there. But Diamond was spending a lot of her own money buying out repossessed property. Which I hadn’t known.

Jasmine started making noises about concern about nepotism and self-dealing, but Diamond made it clear she just wanted to reimbursed the actual purchase price, that it was about preventing any outside interference. Blah, blah, blah, as they did all the actual work that was needed to prepare this.

Diamond answered all her questions easily, then said, “I think we can even tie this into your other missions. Since we’re doing new construction we can easily do some halfway houses and other things for your ‘Second Chances’ program as there aren’t any neighbors to complain yet.”

I nodded, trying not to look too enthused, but that was the first part of getting Peyton to work and Firefly into the superhero game.

Then I felt a soft hand unzipping my pants as Diamond continued to talk. Diamond was across from me, so it could only be one person. I glanced over at Jasmine, who smiled back at me.

“What a good idea. I’m a huge fan of second chances,” she purred. “In fact, maybe we can call the project that. A second chance for Clearmont and Gotham.”

I licked my lips and smiled at Jasmine.

“That’s all well and good, but we’ll need to bring in more than just the Jackson Foundation.”

Her soft hand continued to stroke me as she spoke. There was no particular effort made to hide what she was doing, though she didn’t draw attention to it either. Was it a power play for Diamond? Or me? Or teasing? Tempting? Or just arousing?

Okay, it was definitely arousing.

I reached out my own hand, casually groping Jasmine’s tits, in plain view of Diamond, who simply smiled as Jasmine’s eyes widened at the sudden role reversal. “I’m sure you can bring in others. You work with all the big charitable groups in the city, right?” Diamond asked, as my fingers began to tease her breasts.

Jasmine’s eyes flickered back and forth between us, but she managed to mostly keep her voice level. “Of course, but only if I’ve got a pitch and a written proposal. And none of these folks can keep a secret worth a damn.”

I rose and she twitched as I moved behind her. “Unlike us,” I whispered in her ear, as I guided her to her feet. She tried to turn to face me, but I checked the movement. I needed no tricks, or app usage to be stronger than her. **** wasn’t needed though, she bent over, grabbing her chair.

“Can any of your people keep a secret?” Diamond asked casually as I ran a hand over the heiress’s lush body.

“A…a…yes--few,” she answered, distracted by my hands brushing her clit, under her dress but over the panties she’d been modest enough to wear, though their sheer, black softness hid little.

“Good. I’ll need help putting together a pitch deck. But you can help with the purchases while we work on the rest of this, right?”