"I kid you not!— so the boys lined up right? Next thing you know, Playboy Magazine's Miss September unclasps her bra and gets to topping everyone off, no bullshit!" James Spader, the most wicked and widely known financial advisor on the East coast visits his Miami office today via helicopter. He kicks back at his desk and brags to his colleagues about how rich their company is getting.
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He continues to hype up a story to his colleagues about how last night he got the newest quarterback of the Miami Dolphins to sign his newly earned 6.3 million dollars over to his advisory.
Spader does this every time, hire a famous babe who wants a piece of the pie, spark a trust between him and some rich asshole, reassure the rich asshole that with him in charge of the money he can make it triple through the roof... All while he pockets it for himself and they can't do shit about it because they already signed the dotted line while distracted and having their dick sucked by Miss fucking September.
"Miss September?" Kevin Mack, Spader's lackey and confidant listens with a dropped jaw full of jealousy. "You should've invited me! I've wacked to her centerfold over ten times this month. Well, did you at least get in on the action?"
"Don't be foolish." Spader laughs. "I'm married."
"Walk with me, I've got a hankering for a cappuccino." James phrases it as if they'll go and make it together, but in reality, it's Spader's polite way of demanding Kevin to go and get him a coffee.
Together they walk and as Kevin usually does, his hands get busy making a cappuccino at the coffee cart just the way Spader likes it. "Oh come on Spades, I'm married too! The wife's fine at home, what we do for work doesn't involve our misses. So what? You know you got in on that."
James receives his hot beverage and shrugs. "I mean— I watched! Got a bit of a stiffy, I guess. But no, never. Roshanda and I don't do that swinging shit. It's us, and only us. Been like that for a decade now, why let our marriage get messy now?"
Kev can't seem to let it go. "So you mean to tell me that you think Roshanda just lets you be busy with work all the time? You don't think there's someone around to entertain her?"
"Fuck no." James nearly chokes! "My baby is high maintenance as fuck. But that's okay because I made her that way. My one requirement is for her to be forever loyal, never give my pussy away and she can have whatever she wants."
