A Man And His Money Aren't Easily Parted

As a young lawyer working on Wall Street I was under no delusions that everyone has their price. What I didn't know was how cheap I was going to sell myself.

I was assigned as a commercial lawyer on the team working this acquisition. A small company with a proprietary technology. Our internal assessment was that we could do an all stock transaction, sign a five year contract with residuals, we would extract the technologies for our customer and leave the old man holding an empty shell of a Company.

But then I met him. He wasn't anyone's fool. Inside I bet that he would walk away loaded. He was looking for sheep to fleece, and the more I looked, the more I knew we were the sheep. I wanted to change sides, be on the winning side, and I had something to sell that he wanted.

I set up a dinner, one on one, in my hotel room. He listened, paid attention, told me to stuff it. But he didn't walk away until he had his desert, oysters on the half shell. Me sitting on the table, he licking my clit. I came without warning, upset the remaining dishes, got turned over and fucked like a freshman at college. He 'kissed' my ass before leaving.

He did get what he wanted, he leased the technology and got more funding. I got the bill for that private dinner. And a lesson learned. The difference he told me, I was hungry. He did not hire me, he put me to work for another law firm, and serve him oysters on the half shell whenever he wants them.