JenLisa Shots Collection

A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover 3.3

Lisa

"I hope it's helping you relax," I replied.

"Well, yes and no," she said. "You see, I'm struck by a thought."

"Goooooo on..." I replied, in a slightly mocking voice.

"Well, you see, I've been to many fancy, little social functions over the past year, like I told you. And in so doing, I've met many, many important, influential people." Her tone was also slightly mocking as she said this, dragging out each syllable, and over-pronunciating to make herself sound haughty and high-brow. "Fancy lawyers, and businessmen, and bankers, and politicians, and the like."

"Oh my yes," I joked, "sounds so very significant." I made sure to emphasize every syllable of the last word just like she would.

"It so is," she continued. "And in meeting said influential people, I've also been subject to a great number of very distinguished come-ons, you see."

"Have you now?" I raised my eyebrows in mock shock.

"Indeed. You see I'll be introduced to a rather significant someone or other and then a moment or two later my husband will be called away into another very important conversation. And then that distinguished individual I've just been introduced to will seize this moment of privacy as his opportunity to tell me all the things he'd like to do to me. Usually it'll be on a yacht or at a summer home or at some swanky secret apartment in the city. But it's always the same offer: he'll eat me this way, or he'll take me that way, or he'll fuck me just so and blow my mind. As if my mind is that easily blown. As if once you put a boat under my feet, I'll spread my legs for you. As if once you show me how much fortune you've acquired I will automatically suck your dick on the sheer principle of the entitlement of wealth alone."

When she began her rant, she still had that snarky sarcasm in her voice. But toward the end, her tone became serious and angry, and I detected a distinct note of sadness in it as well. I stopped massaging her calf and looked at her, my jaw now hanging agape.

"So do you know what I realized, Lisa? Being important, being influential, sometimes just leads to a sense of entitlement. That they're entitled to me. Hanbin has now officially entered us into their circle, so that must mean that I'm somehow offered up for the taking. Is that the price of becoming part of the inner circle? Your wife's ass is fair game for any takers she'll have so that you can be one of them? You scratch our back, we fuck your wife's?"

Her eyes became distant as she finished her rant. Silence reigned for several moments as I struggled to find the right words to respond. My hands still rested on her calf, and I was absentmindedly running my fingertips back and forth over the soft flesh just behind her knee. "Jennie, I... I'm..." I stammered not knowing what to say. But she let me off the hook when she propped herself up onto her elbows and spoke for me.

"So you wanna know what makes you sweet, Lisa? Here it is: you've never taken anything from me I haven't offered. And you never would."

"Oh, Jennie..." I wanted to say something meaningful but I couldn't find words.

"It's really that simple, Lisa. With you, I have never, would never, and will never have to sacrifice the one thing that matters most to me. My dignity." She whispered the last word to give it dramatic importance. "Can you understand that?" As she asked this question she lifted her right foot up out of my lap and ran it slowly up my chest until it rested just under my chin, her toes curling along my clavicle. As she lifted her leg I caught a glimpse of her upper thigh and saw a dark floral pattern circling her leg. I realized she wasn't wearing pantyhose at all; she was wearing stockings. I wondered what other surprises she had hidden under that suit.