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"Good morning, my name is Sophia Wildie, and I work with Gold View Realtors. How may I help you?" she greeted me professionally.
"Hi Sophia," I responded, still feeling a bit lightheaded from the recent encounter, "I was browsing your website and noticed you have some beautiful properties listed for sale in the north end. I'm interested in seeing them and would love for you to show me around. Are you available to meet me at one of the properties?"
Sophia seemed eager to assist me, and we quickly arranged to meet up at one of the properties she had listed. I was excited to see what luxurious accommodations and gorgeous settings awaited me as I embarked on my journey to find the perfect property.
Stepping out of the building, my eyes were immediately drawn to the peculiar sight in front of me. Three women, all dressed in tight and revealing office attire, were bent over a planter with their faces pressed against the wall.
Meanwhile, men in business suits were relentlessly pounding on their bodies with fervor. The scene was shocking and appalling, yet I couldn't help but be intrigued by the spectacle before me.
I quickly averted my eyes and walked away, feeling a mix of disgust and curiosity. It's not my scene butt what kind of person enjoys this sort of thing? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I made my way down the street. The image of the women bent over the planter lingered in my mind.
"That's not a problem at all!" Sophia exclaimed with a wide smile. "Dealing in luxury properties, it's essential to have a certain level of image and professionalism to appeal to high-end clients. And believe me, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make those sales and commissions," she continued, hinting at the sacrifices she was willing to make to succeed in her line of work.
As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It seemed like she was willing to compromise her true self just to make a sale, and that made me question her authenticity as a person.
But at the same time, I couldn't deny the allure of the luxurious properties she represented and the potential of what I could achieve by investing in them.
As soon as Sophia started speaking, I could tell she was used to dealing with the super-rich. Her voice was smooth and polished, with just the right amount of inflection and emphasis on key words.
It was clear that she knew how to navigate the world of luxury real estate, and she had likely dealt with clients who demanded nothing but the best.
When I expressed my interest in the properties listed on her website, she responded with practiced ease.
"Is there a certain one that piques your attention in particular?" she asked, her tone conveying a sense of eagerness and willingness to help. It was clear that she was focused on making a sale, and she would do whatever it takes to make that happen.
She then went on to explain that she was currently handling the sale of many properties in the north end region, all of which were of varying sizes and would be ideal for families of any composition.
Her words were carefully chosen and designed to appeal to my needs and desires as a potential buyer. It was evident that she had done her homework and was well-versed in the market trends and demands of her clients.
As she continued to speak, I couldn't help but admire her skills as a real estate agent. It was clear that she was a master of her craft, and I felt confident that she could help me find the perfect property for my needs.
I smile widely and wickedly as I walk to my car, excited to finally upgrade to a new car. "The biggest one you have," I say confidently to the salesperson, eager to test drive some vehicles. As I browse the lot, my mind wanders to my personal life.
As I walked towards my car, my mind drifted back to my conversation with my partner Christine. We had talked about our plans for the future, and it had been a productive discussion.
Christine had decided not to join me today, which was fine since I needed some time to focus on finding the right property.
We had discussed the possibility of having a large number of visitors and hiring on-site employees to manage our property. It was clear to both of us that we needed a spacious place that could accommodate all our needs.
The real estate agent's response was polite and professional, but there was an undeniable change in her demeanor when the topic of live-in staff was brought up. Her voice seemed to shift in tone and volume, indicating that this was an area of expertise for her.
I couldn't help but notice the hint of greed in her eyes, knowing that the sale of a property with such amenities would mean a hefty commission for her.
As tempted as I was to make a crude joke to myself about her willingness to do anything to make a sale, I refrained and continued with the conversation.
After some discussion, we agreed to meet at 3 Elk Grove Lane in about an hour. Before ending the call, she inquired about whether my significant other would be joining me. It was a fair question, but it caught me off guard.
I had told her about my plans to purchase a property, but I hadn't mentioned anything about my personal life. Nevertheless, I answered her question and confirmed that I would be coming alone.
As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but reflect on the power dynamic at play. The real estate agent was clearly trying to win my business, but I was the one with the money and the ability to make decisions.
It was a position of privilege that I had grown accustomed to, and I relished in the feeling of being in control.
"Indeed, she will do that."
"That's interesting! I shall look forward to seeing you then, sir, farewell."
After saying "Bye," I hang up the phone and immediately dial Christine's number. "Hello, I'll be over to pick you up, and we're going to go have a look at some houses."
She explains that in order for me to convince my employer to buy me a house, I had to sleep with my boss first.
I don't wonder how Christine is aware of that particular fact, but after a while, I decide to stop inquiring about it. "I just want you to think about that," she said on the phone. "Just think about it."
I sneer and brush off the statement, saying something along the lines of, -I'll go around and fuck her mouth the next time while she gives me the money for a car too.'
"Get ready and report to the basement. I have tremendous plans."
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But I thought before I pick up Christine, to go the the real estate for a house why not have some fun.
I began to look Outside of the car and began to look for a redhead female security guard who just previously sucked my cock, I thought she was gone but I see her as she come out of building like she was just waiting for this moment, I called her over to my car and she without hesitation comes over.
"Hey, you wanna have some more fun before I go?" I asked her, as she looked at me with a playful grin.
"Sure thing, sir," she responded, her voice dripping with lust.
I motioned for her to get into the car, and as soon as she was inside, she began to unbuckle my pants. I could feel my excitement building as she fished out my cock and began to stroke it with her expert hands.
Then she began to use her mouth and I let out a deep moan as the female security guard continued to stroke my cock with her soft and wet mouth.
Her tongue flicked across the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned back in the car seat, my eyes closed as I focused on the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my cock.
She worked her mouth over me with skill, taking me deep into her throat before pulling back and swirling her tongue around the tip.
Her hands worked in unison with her mouth, stroking me with long, firm strokes as she took me to the edge of bliss.
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