I had a meeting with a new vendor. The man showed up with his two minions, a girl with the powerpoint and a guy with the tight sweater. She was proficient, he was all about himself, he had been a tennis player at a major university. There was nothing straight about him.

My instincts were to let it pass, but I called and asked for another meeting. The party of three came again, the powerpoing girl with her techy look and the tennis queer. This time he was wearing pants two sizes too small, accentuating the bulge in his pants. I asked myself, do I fuck him, or do I fuck her. Which is more important.

I wanted to fuck him really bad, get that bulge in my hand, his cock in my mouth. But at the right, or wrong moment, I turned and looked at the powerpoint girl. Small girl, but her tits stood out from her chest, and her legs were crossed and her thing stretched. Maybe her I said. I put the move on her and asked her out. If she wanted to close the deal she had to be nice to me. She was more than just a decent fuck, there was something about her. He naked tits, her girl hips, her deep pussy. I have her the account, made sure her boss understood who was to get the credit.

Tennis boy came around from time to time, he made sure his bulge was always visible. He flexed in his thin sweaters and showed his guns. He had this mystical look, I had to fight the temptation. I was fucking the girl. I asked her one day, or night really, what's with the tennis boy. Oh he's gay, she said. He's no a threat to you. I'm a Daddy's girl, can't you tell. And wrapped herself around me one more time.