"Ashley giggled. "You want a girl who can be a complete whore in bed." No," I said firmly. "I'm not actually all that perverted. I do want a woman who... is a bit wild and enthusiastic, but she has to want no man except me." Is that fair?" Becky asked.Jason leaned back in the couch. "It's good to be the king," he said with a smirk.Ashley gasped. "Mark! Smack him for saying that!" she pleaded.The commercial faded away. Morgan, Beatrice, and Becky all sat up. "Quiet, round two is starting," Morgan. She was astonished at the cover being charged. I gave her BS on how the syndicate party was all about enticing people to finance different projects. It was also a place where they could pitch ideas to me. $5k shouldn’t be too much considering how much a video of hers could make. I am proud of myself and the web of BS I spun for her. I compared it to a thoroughbred syndicate party, and how the horse was oh so expensive. The owners often needed additional investments, and the syndicate party was. He snuck a hand on my knee and rubbed my thigh, when no one was looking. He rubbed my shoulders with his hands a couple of times when he got up to use the bathroom. Somehow I thought this was going to feel like a job interview, but it didn’t. He listened to what I had to say and gave me his attention. He listened for feminity, not for the content of my sentences. I felt so frisky and special. I wanted to scream, “I’m about to be a faggot” at the top of my lungs. My heart raced, and my skin went. She looked up and took the head of my prick in her mouth for a long, sweet kiss before returning to my feet to remove my socks. I reached down and tugged her gently to her feet, kissing her full soft lips. My arms surrounded her again and I felt hers around me in return. Our tongues danced again and she squeezed me as she sighed in my arms. Sex was definitely in the cards, both of us knew, but it was the sweet gentle moments that mattered. The animal urge returned as I pulled away and led her.