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Your brow raises in astonishment as you're able to easily deduce what he's hinting towards. His eyes continue to hover on your figure for a moment before returning to your now frowning face. He offers you an irritatingly attractive smile before he finishes the remainder of his drink. Blushing again, you realize his proposal is quite serious and not just some tasteless joke. Before you can make any type of response, the waiter returns with your plates. Suddenly devoid of appetite, you pick at the food for a few minutes while trying to wrap your mind around the unexpected offer. Alexander made it quite clear before you left that should you return without the artifact you'll find yourself without a job. This being your first mission, you feel increasingly pressured not to fail. However, you're not entirely sure you can go through with this arrangement. You know your pride is the main obstacle, while you're no prude, you're certainly not accustomed to using your body as leverage. Still, you suppose everyone sells themselves in one way or another. You can feel David's gaze searing into your skin as he waits for your answer. Swallowing dryly, you set your utensils down and push your plate away.

"If that's what it will take." You reply sounding only marginally more confident than you feel. "Then, very well."

"Excellent." David's smile broadens, and you detect a hint of arrogance in it.

You're beginning to get the distinct impression that the majority of people in this 'field', as he called it, are quite used to getting their way. While you're not entirely thrilled about adding to that notion, you can only hope it's better than returning empty handed. Given your abrupt severance with your last job, you doubt they'd be willing to take you back should things not work out here. With your financial situation as precarious as it is, you can't risk being in between jobs even for a couple of weeks. You're still lost in thought when the man stands up, forcing your attention back to the presence. Glancing down, you're surprised to see the check has already been paid and your plates cleared away. Swallowing dryly, you reach for your glass which is thankfully still there. Wincing internally, you quickly gulp down the rest of the slightly sweet liquid. You're not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious that it appears he means to make the transaction now.

You conclude it's likely better that you're getting over now, lest you have second thoughts and back out. It appears the man is also staying at the hotel, likely explaining why you're also being put up here. As you follow him to the elevator you can't help feeling as everyone's eyes are on you. Chalking it up to your paranoid imagination, you remain silent on the long ride up. It's only half way there that you realize you're heading up to the very top where the penthouse lies. As expected, the inside of the suite is even more luxurious than your own, and that had been the nicest room you've stayed in until this point. Apprehensively, you step inside after the man who walks over to a drink cart that's against one of the walls. You can hear ice clinking behind you while you take a tentative seat on the plush sofa. A few moments later, footsteps approach before David is at your side, handing you a drink. Taking it, you slink back further on the sofa when he moves to take a seat beside you.

"Now, then." He smiles, tapping the side of his glass against yours. "Let us put business aside for a moment and just enjoy ourselves."

Giving him a skeptical look, you absentmindedly trace your finger around the rim of your cup before setting it down. The man's eyes continue to linger on your form as he takes a long drink.

"So, how did _you_ get into this field?" You redirect his earlier question back to him, ignoring his request to forgo discussing work.

"It's really not all that interesting." He admits indifferently, one of his hands now running up along your arm. "Once you have been in this business as long as I have, you learn to appreciate the moments in between far more than the job itself."

Shivering slightly, you resist the natural urge to pull away from his touch. Not that it's entirely unpleasant, you're just still focused on the confusion of mixed feelings you're having over the ordeal. Biting your lip, you quickly reach back for your drink and take a sip.

"Are you having second thoughts?" David inquires bluntly before adding. "You're free to leave at any time. However, you'll be doing it empty handed."

"No, I'm fine." You quickly reply, honestly feeling marginally bolstered after finishing most of the drink.

A slick smile returns to the man's face, indicating he's pleased to hear you haven't changed your mind. Setting his glass on the table, he leans forward suddenly. Your eyes widen in surprise as your hand fumbles to set your own drink down. Ice and glass clink against the table's hard surface when the item tips over. Ignoring the sound of breaking glass, David continues his abrupt advance. Closing your eyes, you try to **** yourself to relax against his touch. It honestly has been quite a while since you've last felt someone's embrace. Though this is hardly the scenario in which you envisioned it occurring. You feel his hand slip beneath your shirt and slide up the curve of your side. Shivering again, you're **** to admit, even to yourself, that you find the sensation rather enjoyable. Perhaps it's due to the drinks or just the long absence of stimulation. Either way, your body beginning to respond eagerly to the incitement.

Gingerly, you place a hand along his toned arm, noting its warm, strong feel. Seeming to take this as a sign of encouragement, the man sits up for a moment before removing his jacket and shirt. Opening your eyes slightly, you note the return of your blush as you take in his muscular physique. Despite the resurface of your apprehension, you find your own hand moving to the collar of your shirt. David watches in a pleased manner as you begin unclasping the buttons holding the garment in place. His eyes follow your hands as they work their way down the shirt, slowly revealing more of your skin with each movement. Finally, the blouse is removed, as well as your brassiere a moment later. David's hands return to your waist where they reach back to begin sliding down the zipper of your skirt. Blushing again, you gently push his hands away before rising to your feet. The man leans back and watches through hooded eyes while you slowly remove the rest of the garment.

Standing before him in little more than your slip, you feel your excitement steadily grow, beginning to outweigh your nerves. Carefully, you reach for the waistband of the sheer undergarment and gently lower it. David reaches forward, taking your hand in his and pulls you to him. Your blush only increases when one of his hands moves down to unzip his pants before guiding you onto his lap. Tentatively, you place your hands on his broad shoulders for support before lowering down. You feel his grip on your waist and brace yourself for the inevitable. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when his large member forces its way into you. His grasp around you tightens as he brings you down further, allowing his full length to slip inside. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you try to adjust to the slight pain mixed with gratification. You feel his other hand move up along your torso and wrap around your soft bosom. Goosebumps form along your skin as you become lost in the pleasurable sensation. Absent-mindedly, you begin sliding up and down along his large appendage. Your body seems eager for the satisfying feeling to continue.

Your eyes gently drift closed again as you lean into the man's firm chest. Exhaling deeply, you can feel yourself nearing your precipice. Tightening your grip around him further, you slow down your pace slightly, savoring every pleasurable motion. You don't bother trying to suppress the moan that escapes your lips a few moments later. Seeming pleased by your effort and subsequent moans of gratification. David reaches up to coil his fingers into your hair, using it to gently pull you back. Your eyes remain closed when you feel his mouth along your neck and down to your chest. Your body continues moving fervently as you become completely absorbed in the moment. It's not long before you're rewarded with another eruption of pleasure. Still lost in the moment, you're only tangentially aware of David's arms wrapping around you before he pulls you away. Hazily, you allow him to bend you over the sofa before he positions himself behind you. His fingers bore into your soft flesh as he pulls you back into him. Moaning in appreciation, you feel instant relief when he re-enters your still eager body.

Lying the side of your face against the soft cushion, you revel in the increased pleasure the new position has brought. The man's firm torso slams against you as he forces himself in deeper. Your eyes roll towards the back of your head as you feel him reach your erogenous zone. Whimpering slightly, you grip onto the material beneath you as you're overcome by intense waves of pleasure. David's slightly ragged breath brushes against the back of your neck when he leans forward. His grip around you tightens as he continues to thrust into you forcefully. Crying out, you momentarily forget about everything except the torrent of satisfaction currently engulfing your very being. Exhaling deeply, you slowly slide down the sofa onto the floor, after the man steps away a moment later. Panting slightly, you turn your head to look at him. His lust-filled gaze remains on your figure as he continues standing before you almost expectantly.

Swallowing dryly, you slowly sit up to your knees, realizing what it is he's waiting for. Gingerly, you reach forward and wrap a hand around his still erect shaft. Closing your eyes, you tentatively lean forward before slipping it past your lips. The linger taste of yourself remains on his warm skin as it continues to envelope your mouth. Exhaling through your nose, you **** yourself to take more of it in but before pulling away slightly. The man groans as you continue sliding your mouth along his large member. Feeling somewhat emboldened, you begin moving your hand along his length as well. His hand moves to the back of your head, encouraging you to slip more of him down your throat. After a few minutes, you let your hand move a bit further down and it brushes against his large sack. He stiffens slightly when you continue working your fingers along the rough but sensitive skin.

Seconds later your mouth and throat are filled with a warm, viscous liquid. Pulling back in surprise, you reflexively swallow the majority of the thick substance. Blushing when you realize how enthusiastic you ended up being, you quickly reach for your clothes. Avoid the man's gaze, you hurry to redress while he more leisurely moves to do the same. You can feel his gaze lingering on you as you hastily re-button your shirt. Somewhat reticently, you finally turn to face him. A satisfied smile remains on his face for a moment before he wordlessly picks up his glass and goes to refill his drink.