“Deal,” Abbey said.

“So, how do we make this official?” she said to him.

Aram smiled and scooped up her discarded clothing. “You join me at the desk and kneel, and while I type terms, you use your mouth to please me.”

Abbey bit her lip but followed after him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.

“You are a most attractive woman Barqarat. It would be a shame to not use your assets for your own gain.” Aram placed her clothes on a chair and indicated a void underneath the desk.

She crawled into place as he pulled out a laptop and stepped up to her. She took his wet cock in her hand and gently sucked on it, the juices from their previous fucking pooling at her lips. He moaned as she heard him start to type, and she moaned at the debased nature of what she was doing.

It was only a few moments when she heard the bell of the store’s door and paused. “Continue Barqarat,” Aram said as he closed his robes some, with Abbey’s head under the fabric.

As she continued, she heard Aram say, “Welcome ladies, I am just doing some paperwork, but if you need anything, please let me know.”

She heard some chatter and guessed there were two or three people who had entered the store. She brought a hand down to her cunt and started to rub her clit.

The customers didn’t ask for any help but were in the store for quite some time. Abbey’s jaw ached by the time Aram said, “Please visit again.” He had stopped typing by this point, and as they heard the doorbell again, he said. “Come out, Barqarat.”

Abbey crawled out from under the desk, and he gestured to the laptop. There was a contract, pages long. “You didn’t just type this,” she said. “You’ve done this before?”

Aram nodded, “But never with one so eager as you. Please read while I fuck you, and then we can print it and sign it.”

Obediently Abbey bent over at the waist, leaning on the countertop for support. She waited for Aram to rub his cock against her slit before she started to read. She moaned as he pressed into her and closed her eyes for a moment to relish the feeling. He was slow, giving her the chance to be able to read. She struggled through the pleasure, not understanding most of it.

She was on page four or so when she heard the bell for the store. “Do not worry,” Aram said, pointing at a nearby monitor. “It is my son. You would meet him soon enough.”

“What?” she panted.

Aram laughed, “He will be there Wednesday night and will be one of the people you will be negotiating with.”

“Oh fuck, your son,” Abbey gasped, just as a young man came down the steps.

“Hi dad, who’s the whore?” he asked casually.

Aram smiled, “This is Barqarat. She will be coming to the club on Wednesday’s. Barqarat, my son, Hamid.”

Abbey moaned as Aram continued to fuck her. “Pleasure to meet you, Hamid.”

Hamid reached on either side of the laptop and grabbed her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. “Father, she has very nice breasts. I am glad she will be performing for us.”

Abbey moaned as he groped her. “Are you done with the contract, Baqarat?” Aram asked.

Abbey nodded, even though she was only through half of it. “Yes, print it, and I will sign it,” she said.

Without needing instruction, Hamid turned the computer around and printed two copies of the contract as Aram continued to fuck her.