She was supposed to help me close the deal.Instead, she closed him-with her mouth, her body, and every filthy trick I never had the balls to use.
I've spent months chasing this seven-figure account, bombing pitch after pitch while my pushy coworker smirks and my girlfriend Xenia watches with that knowing smile. When she agrees to join the client dinner, I think she's saving my job.
I was wrong.
What starts as schmoozing turns into something darker, hotter: Xenia turning the tables, mocking my failures while she takes control in ways that leave me aching, humiliated, and impossibly hard.
Watch as my confident, seductive girlfriend seals the deal I couldn't-on her knees, in the suite, while I stand in the shadows, tasting every second of my own defeat.
This is no redemption arc. This is surrender.And I can't look away.