Steve was indeed about to shoot off a monstrous load at the sight of her big, firm young tits. Had it happened five or ten years ago, he would've agreed to anything she said. Now, however, Steve had a bit more control over himself. He did not become a successful businessman by caving in, especially when he had the right cards.
"Wow..." he drew, staring at Julie's chest. His eyes caressed the round flesh, drinking in its arousing forms. He then grinned. "Shouldn't have shown me, honey. Now I want a full year again."
The girl's eyes flashed with surprise and anger.
"No! No, you hear that, you fucking loser?" Her breasts bounced beautifully as she shouted at him angrily. "You'll get nothing, you'll just be a fucking wanker for the rest of your life! Fuck you!"
As calmly as he could, Steve grabbed a phone book and went through the pages, looking for a non-emergency police number. It gave Julie time to cool down a little.
"Fine, two months," she offered.
Steve didn't gratify her with an answer, instead dialing in the number. Julie fumed, her eyes throwing lightnings.
"Three!" She finally spat out, voice full of contempt.
"Hi, police department? Yes, I have a situation I would like to talk to you about. Nothing urgent, sir, everything is perfectly under control for now."
Steve kept his eyes on Julie as he talked on the phone, and saw the fight visibly drain from her, fear overtaking her instead. The realization must have come that if she was reported, she would be going to jail for more than just a few months, and would likely have to pleasure someone there in whichever way they liked for the duration. She knew better than to speak, instead grabbing a notepad and a pen off Steve's desk and writing a big 4 on it and showing it to him. Steve shook his head.
"I have a small store on the 43rd street," Steve dragged out time as he talked to the cop. The notepad was presented to him again, this time with a 6 on it. 'ANYTHING' was written under it. Julie underlined it several times and looked at him, begging with her eyes. When he didn't make an immediate response, she grabbed his hand and put it on her naked breast, covering it with her own.
Steve's speech trailed off as he got lost in the pleasant sensation of her big, firm tits, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an 8 on the notepad. It was the last possible offer, since Steve ran out of ways to stall the conversation with the cop. He nodded in agreement.
"Yes, officer, as I was saying, it's about my store. I was concerned about ice and snow buildup on the sidewalk in front of it during winter. Is it my responsibility to clean that off in this municipality, or does the city employ workers to do it for us?" He triumphantly observed as Julie slumped in her chair relaxed, the immediate danger having passed for her. Steve had the distinct taste of victory in his mouth. "Oh, I clean it off? OK. Thank you officer, you have a good day."
He hung up and looked at Julie, who didn't bother to cover up, knowing full well what was going to happen soon.
"You're a fucking asshole," she hissed at him, defeated. |