Chapter 2

2

Arthur Sterling was in his fifties, balding, and had a massive gut. His skin was sallow, and his teeth were stained a disgusting yellow from years of smoking.

He was repulsive. But he was also my client.

In my three years in this industry, I had learned how to lie to anyone. I could talk to an angel like a saint and a devil like a demon.

I walked over to him and knelt by his chair. I started lightly massaging his legs with my small fists. "Mr. Sterling, I'm Sabrina. It's such an honor to finally meet you."

He was holding one of my photos, comparing it to my face with an excited glint in his eyes. "You looked like a goddess in the pictures, but you're even better in person."

"So, are you satisfied with what you see?" I smiled and leaned forward on purpose.

I let my neckline gape just enough to show off plenty of skin. Since I was kneeling and he was sitting, he had a perfect view of everything.

I might be thin, but I have curves in all the right places. I made sure of that.

"Very satisfied. You're a rare prize," he said, staring greedily.

I stood up and sat directly in his lap. I leaned close to his ear and whispered. "I'm a pharma rep, Mr. Sterling. I'm here to get that contract signed."

I pulled the documents out and placed them on his desk. He chuckled, his hands already starting to wander over my body.

"Ever since the news broke, I've seen over a hundred reps today," he said. "Your drugs are the same as everyone else's. Your prices are the same. Why should I choose you?"

I leaned in and kissed his forehead softly. "How about this? Is this reason enough?"

He let out a loud, triumphant laugh. His hands became bolder, exploring every inch of me.

He had been in this position for nearly a decade and had slept with plenty of reps. But he had never seen anyone with my face or my figure.

"I've had many women," he whispered, his breath smelling like old tobacco. "But you're the most beautiful. If you take good care of me, the deal is yours."

I knew the drill. To get the contract, I had to handle the man.

I had studied certain foreign adult films to learn moves that most women didn't know. After 156 men, I was an expert.

Handling someone like Arthur was child's play. Even though his breath was foul, I pressed my red lips against his.

He was a lecherous man, and my sudden passion overwhelmed him. In less than a minute, he had me pinned against the desk.

He hiked up my skirt and roughly pulled aside my underwear. We finished right there on the mahogany wood.

He was out of shape and clearly lived a life of excess. Between his age and his poor health, he didn't last more than two minutes.

It was barely enough to even register as an experience for me. But I had to play the part.

I gave him a thumbs up and gasped. "Mr. Sterling, you were incredible!"

I pushed the contract toward him again. "I took good care of you, didn't I? Now, be a good boy and sign this for me."

He stared at the paper for a long time. Then, he looked at me with a strange, lingering expression. "Actually… about the contract. Let's not rush it."