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Becky takes a sip of her margarita, watching the sun set through the restaurant window. As with all of her dates with Richard, the place they were dining at was luxurious and definitely **expensive**. She supposed that if you're the CEO of one of the top businesses in the country, getting a reservation in a place like this must be light work. Becky glanced down at herself; she had worn her best dress tonight, a nice, form-fitting, red dress which showed her tits off nicely. All of her old sugar daddies had positively loved it- and she hoped Richard did too.
In all the time she's spent giving her company to rich men, none had gotten her attention like Richard did. He was young, rich, handsome, and a gentleman. Though, she did find it odd that he hadn't asked her for **any** sex or intimate favors, she attributed it to the fact Richard wasn't a cocky asshole like some of the other men she had been with. Or maybe he was one of those guys who waited until marriage. Whatever it was, it seemed like he wanted to win her over, and Becky found she wouldn't mind being tied to him.
Yes, Richard could be cold at times, but Becky knew that he wasn't that bad under his exterior. After she asks him to take their relationship to the next level and he agrees, she'll break down that stoic exterior of his bit by bit.
As Becky put on another layer of lipstick, she spotted Richard walking toward the table in her contact mirror. She quickly snapped it shut, twisting around and giving him a bright smile as he walks to his chair.
"Richard! This place is absolutely jaw dropping. This really is a great location." The woman coos as the waiter drops off the menu.
Richard nods, his expression stoic as always. His grey eyes don't look up from the menu as she speaks, appearing to be focused on deciding his order.
"Mhm. I came here with a... friend of mine a few months ago." He replies coolly before shutting the leather booklet and handing it back to the waiter.
"Have you decided what you wanted yet?"
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The date seemed to be going well. The two of them spoke over dinner, discussing their day and future plans. After getting their drinks, Becky decided it was finally time.
Becky cleared her throat and leaned forward slightly, the dim overhead lighting glittering in her blue eyes.
"So... Richard. I was thinking." She starts, crossing her legs as she tries to seem nonchalant. "I know we established that this relationship of ours would be purely transactional, but... I was thinking what if we make it a bit more exclusive?" Becky keeps her gaze on Richard's expression as she speaks, though she can't seem to read it at all. "Maybe we could... get to know each other a bit more intimately. If you know what I mean." She says, a suggestive look on her face.
For a while, he's silent, but then suddenly he stands up, making her smile drop.
"I'm afraid that I'm going to have to reject your offer Ms. Finley. I apologize if I gave you the impression that I was looking for something more than what we agreed on, but I'm not interested in getting to know you that way."
Becky's eyes widen, a look of disbelief coming over her face.
"Wh- What?! You're not.... you aren't even considering it? I... Why?!" She asks, enraged by his cold rejection.
Richard pauses, tilting his head as if in thought.
"Frankly, you're just not my type."
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Richard bites his lip to suppress his moan as he straddles you's lap, grinding his crotch against his boyfriend's. After being at work all day and then having to go on that godforsaken date, the stimulation felt absolutely heavenly.
"Come on you... you missed me too right?"
Richard asks, his voice low and husky against you's ear. As much as he wants to seem unaffected by his own actions, he couldn't help the way his breath came out in soft pants, nor the way his nails dug into you's shoulders.
There was indisputably nothing better than returning home after a long day and getting fucked by his lover.
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