Speed through the rest of the day to the party

You quickly move off of the wall and stumble as you step out from Ryan's workspace. You take a few deep breaths as you step out to the floor again.

You try to put on a brave face but you can't stop thinking about Ryan. He's an asshole, and you know that he's an asshole, but you just can't get the image out of your head of squirming and moaning under him as he slams his cock deep into your new tight little pussy, and he tells you what a whore you are before cumming deep inside you and claiming you as his own. What a cocky piece of shit. Damn shame you can't stop thinking about his dick.

Over the rest of the day you only get 54 more business cards. You're kind of distracted. Some of the men seem to pick up on that, feeling you up whenever you slip into your thoughts, only leaving you more painfully aroused.

Before you know it, it's time for the party. Ryan throws an arm around your shoulder as he comes out from the tent. "Boss says we need to head over together." He flashes you his trademark smile as he says, "That's not a problem is it?"

You shake your head, trying to maintain composure. You hold yourself together fairly well, you think. "If we can behave professionally for the night I'm sure we'll be fine."

Ryan snickers, and slides his arm down to grab at your tits, nodding. "I'm not sure you know how to be professional, skank. But I'm sure I can make up for it. Just sit still and look pretty and I'll handle everything. Don't worry your little bimbo head about it."

You mumble something about not being a skank, but you know your targets are way more likely to listen to a confident, well-educated man in a suit. Especially when the alternative is a booth babe wearing a bikini in the company colors. So you go along with him.

As the two of you move into the party, his hand comes off your shoulder and comes to rest on your ass. He guides you through the room like this, occasionally squeezing your ass. It's humiliating, being paraded through the room, so why are you so damn wet?

Looking around, you realize that you aren't the only one in this predicament. In fact, you can see that pretty much every company here has at least one scantily clad model to represent them. Conversely, it seems that those who are dressed in appropriate business attire are almost exclusively men. You realize exactly how fucked you are if you don't get turned back at the end of the weekend.

"By the way, I don't know if you ever picked a name for yourself as a girl." He says as he starts to lead you towards a group of male investors who seem to be without any female company. "Better pick one fast or I'll do it for you."

You're getting close now. Ryan calls out, "Gentleman! How are your nights going? My name is Ryan, I'd like to talk to you about Li-Tech, and this is my associate..."

He lets the silence hang for a moment as he stares expectantly at you.