Chapter 93

• Over the ensuing weeks, Jess settled into a pattern of seeing Jonathan Summers, her hedge fund sugar daddy, twice a week. He was surprisingly loose-lipped with her about his business plans, and I began to make use of that for my own ends. My bank had wanted to facilitate one of his offerings for years, but he was loyal to a local outfit. Jess had provided me enough details that I felt increasingly confident that I could predict one of his next moves, which happened to target a client of mine. Summers might well be playing right into my hands, and if I handled it right, I could be looking at mega money.
• That was all well and good, exciting in its own right, but it was nothing compared to the electric shock being sent through my cock at that moment. There was a mane of blonde hair draped over my thighs, covering the eager mouth of Rita Johnson as she gave me a sloppy, desperate blow job.
• Jess was at Summers's house for one of their weekly trysts, which still came at a lucrative $2,000 per meeting, and I was tickled when Rita texted me out of the blue to say her husband was out of town, and she needed some fun. It had been months since I'd seen her. She had almost tackled me onto the couch when I greeted her at the door, immediately begging to give me head.