The Strongest Player ✔️

5. Business Meeting

Trisha

It was after seven, Briana and Devon had already gone home, when Brenton called. He sounded stressed out, on the phone. I sighed. I was about to go home, had a big glass of wine, and sleep early.

I told him to come over to the gallery. I had been nurturing this guy's talent. I could see that he had it in him, with his last breakdown he managed to get his feelings out and painted crazy great artwork, which got sold out in one exhibit. He had made me more money in one exhibit, than what we'd get in a year.

I was beyond crazed that night, and fucked him couple of times that same night. He was very talented in sex also apparently. But we were nothing more than that, months later, here we were professionally working together.

"Brenton my favourite painter, there you are. How are you? No don't answer it. You look like shit, what happened?" I told him to sit down, and he blurted out his story.

Damn painters and their feelings.

This was why I don't date. Feelings are overrated. I tried to listen to him, but I was actually thinking about my club owner.

Woman! Snapped out of it.

"...so Marcie was fucking lying to me this whole time Trish. Fuck! I wish I could be like you. I'm done dealing with relationship. You need to get me laid tonight. I need to get over Marcie, that damn cock sucking whore bitch..."

"Whoa... there lover boy. You might want to slow down on the cursing. You sure you want to do this? It take a huge commitment to become one of us. Are you sure you're up for it?" I teased him, and he pouted.

I was laughing at him. Seeing this handsome tattooed badboy in a leather jacket, pouting in a gallery.

"I just want to fuck, I can't do you since you don't do the same guy twice. So, as your number one income source, I need you to find me someone to fuck. Preferably by the end of the night. Shit! Trisha I just want to forget about Marcie, I feel like such a looser. Please, just be my wingman." He pleaded me.

Oh well, seems like I have to attend another business meeting then.

My head was forming the idea to go to "Players", maybe I would get to meet the owner again. I smiled wickedly at Brenton, I looked at his clothes, ripped jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket. Meh, it was doable I think, I could get some chick to fuck him.

Me on the other hand, need to changed my look to match Brenton's, I got my spare clothes in the office drawers. I needed to get him in the game, women would usually find another woman's man more attractive.

"You wait here, I need to change my clothes to be your wingman. Just go freshen up in the bathroom Brent, you need your handsome badboy face on. I'm taking you to a club to get laid." I dashed to my office, and closed the door.

I changed my white shirt to a black Harley Davidson, and tucked it into my leather skirt, then I grabbed my full on black leather jacket, and my small sling bag and put my wallet,keys and phone inside. I look at my self in the mirror, fuck I look good. Just need to change my lip colour, to my bright red one.

Damn woman, your are going to get laid tonight that is, if you can find the right man.

I got out of my office to find Brenton, he was gawking at my change of appearance. I tugged my lip upward.

"Brenton, you have to learn to close you mouth and seem uninterested, even if you see someone as attractive as me. Try to appear as hard catch, women finds it more interesting, and appealing sometimes." He listened to me, and quickly close his mouth.