Date: March 28th, 2014 3:12 AM Author: French Whorehouse
I had been stimming to win for at least 5 days to prepare for the settlement talks. The beta twinks had no chance.
They seemed puzzled at first, as I stripped my suit off 5 minutes into negotiations. However, as I struck my 3rd pose atop the conf room table, my 6th load of muscle nut hit opposing counsel square in his left eye. The pathetic beta immediately begged his client to accede to my demands while trying to lap the pools of nut off the floor that had dripped off his face.
I used the beta's hair as my nut rag (which he loved). His clients didn't look so happy when I made them add two zeros to the amount on the settlement check. However, they kept that to themselves, knowing that my alpha wroth could fall on them as well at any time. Pounders may have a surfeit if twinks these days, but the IFNB stables of the Bakken need bodies