The Corporate
Asset

I was a negotiation, a deal sweetener signed away in a boardroom handshake. Sebastian and Benj, two rival corporate sharks who never agreed on anything, agreed on me. They were waiting in the penthouse suite when I arrived, a predator on each side. Sebastian's kiss was a claim, deep and demanding, while Benj's hands stripped me from behind with methodical precision. They took me apart together — one in my mouth, the other sliding into me from behind, slow and deep, their rhythm a silent conversation I was just the instrument of. They switched without a word, sharing me like they'd done this a hundred times, using my body to settle a score I couldn't name. I came twice, shattered between them, before they finally finished — one buried deep inside me, the other painting my breasts. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the city lights of the Manhattan skyline bleeding through the open curtains, and I realized I was the only asset they'd never trade away.