Someone here on business

Frank pulled out of Amanda's gaping asshole, and gave her a pat as he stood and looked at the petite brunette, who stared back with evident interest, her eyes flickering at his cock.

"Who's that?" Amanda murmured, her eyes focussing on the young woman.

"Go clean yourself up," Frank growled, helping her to stand and pushing her towards the bathroom.

"You gonna fuck her...if you're gonna fuck her I wanna watch..." the ripe blonde giggled, then squeaked as Frank slapped her ass and pointed at the bathroom. He followed her in, ignoring her attempts to embrace him, pushing her into the shower and grabbing the two cups of punch before returning to the other room. The young brunette still leaned on the counter, smiling as he returned.

"So who are you?" he growled, handing her a cup of punch. "You're not exactly dressed for a party."

"I've got some punch already, thank you. But another cup can't hurt. It's a hot day. I'm Millicent Logan. I work for Mr. Scott. I have some papers for him to sign, but I haven't been able to find him. This is quite the party." She smiled and took a swig of her drink, her eyes roaming over Frank.

"He's around somewhere. Probably got his cock in somebody," Frank chuckled. "What about you Millicent? Does he ever get his cock stuck in you?"

"Not so far...Mr?"

"Castillo. Frank Castillo. What exactly is it you do for Mr. Scott, if it isn't fucking him?"

"I'm actually a very competent and accomplished assistant, and Mr. Scott pays me well for my skills," she answered sternly, looking offended then breaking into giggles. "That's all true, but I'm not so serious as I was trying to sound. What do you do Frank? Besides fucking big titted blondes at house parties?"

"Sometimes I fuck petite brunettes. I particularly enjoy peeling them out of their business clothes."

"Before getting down to business with them?" she chuckled, her eyes flickering with amusement. "I think you're making a pass at me Frank."

"You just saw me sodomising that big titted blonde. You're flattering me by suggesting that I'm ready to go again so soon."

"I'm not flattering. I think I could get you ready if I put my mind to it. What do you think Frank? Do you think I'm ready?" she asked, sitting down on a padded bench and unbuttoning her shirt.

"Or would you rather I went and found Mr. Scott?"