The businesswoman

Feeling slightly dejected, you decide that your best option is to head back to the estate where you have your own selection of beautiful women to choose from. You've already decided that you're going to pick 1 of the women you've hadn't fucked yet, which there are still quite a few. You get into the elevator with the middle-aged businesswoman who won the bid for the college virgin. She's rather good looking with sharp features and you can imagine her turning many heads when she was much younger. She's still on her cellphone but it cuts out on the way down and she puts it away into her purse.

It's just the 2 of you and a security guard and the silence is awkward. "Congratulations on your win. That was a good bid," you say.

"Oh, thank you," the businesswoman responds. "What about you? Did you procure anything to your fancy today?"

"Unfortunately, no. I did make some money though."

"Oh? Which 1 was yours?"

"The social media influencer from Russia," you say, referring to Svetlana.

"Ah. She was pretty. Got tired of her?" the businesswoman asks.

"Something like that," you say as the elevator doors open and you're at the garage. You and the businesswoman step out. The college virgin that she had won is already there and waiting, although she is now dressed in a catholic schoolgirl outfit and wearing a backpack. She doesn't look too happy, but she doesn't say a word. The businesswoman barely acknowledges her prize as she tells a security guy to go retrieve her car, while another security guard offers to go get your driver.

"She's pretty too," you say, referring to the college girl. Her hair is blonde but you can see the dark roots.

"She'll do," the businesswoman says.

You're intrigued by her dismissiveness. "If I might ask... why a virgin?" you ask, standing next to the businesswoman while the college girl stands behind at a distance, although she can still hear you.

The businesswoman shoots you a sideways look and rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. I'm not a lesbian. Not that I haven't dabbled, but she's a gift for my son. It's his 18th birthday."

You're speechless. She had said it like it was such a normal thing. For your 18th birthday, all your parents got you was a moderately nice pair of sneakers. "Oh... That's... he's going to love it," you finally manage to say.

"He had better. Let's see his father do better," the businesswoman says bitterly. It sounds like she's trying to buy her son's affection, which probably would work.

"Seems like a lot of spend for a birthday present. Why not just get him an escort?" you ask.

"I thought about that, but escorts are too... experienced. It will freak him out. No, my son's... not much of lady's man to put it mildly. Better for him to lose his virginity to another virgin, although I'm sure this whore's had quite a few dicks in her hands and mouth," the businesswoman says.

You were just thinking about using your mind control ring to steal the college virgin off the businesswoman, but now that you know her intentions and that it's for what sounds like a loser son, you kind of feel bad. You're still on the fence about what to do when the security guy who went to get the businesswoman's car returns with it and hands her the keys.