I sexually identify as a businessman. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of getting paid for signing pieces of paper and then using the money to pay women for sex and golden showers. People say to me that a person being a businessman is impossible and I'm f*cking stupid, but I don't care. I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon reduce my scalp, perform liposuction on my chin and waist, and permanently char my skin to a deep orange everywhere except around my eyes. From now on, I want you guys to call me "Dealmaker" and respect my right to make and break agreements of all kinds for any reason at all or no reason whatsoever. If you can't accept me you're a disgrace and you need to check your liberal elite privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
He's a huge success. Everything he touches turns into gold; every project is finished before deadline and under budget. Of course, he's made a lot of money, really a lot of money. Believe me. He's really rich. He is possibly the best person, the most successful person, at least of his generation and possibly, though he doesn't mean to brag, hates bragging, the most successful person of all time. He started from nothing, a small loan from his father, which he eventually paid back, with interest, and he's built a great company, one of the great companies in history, one of the great success stories of the modern era. Above all else he's a winner.
He takes charge, tells it like it is, and gets things done.
And it's no different after hours.
Warning: This steamy 10,000 word erotic short contains strong language, watersports and an alpha billionaire who doesn't take no for an answer.