Marisa wasn't easy. In this way, she mirrored her life: Daughter of a once-bright mother, dragged into the trenches by an addict father. She buried the two of them before her twentieth birthday, and along with it, the entire prospect of love. Men, to her, were playthings-anatomy, a vehicle, distilled desire. But never something worthy of the library in her heart. She fucked them. She fucking left them.
Not that they ever objected. Marisa did something to men. Her angles were a potent geometry. Heavy breasts pressed into a twin symmetry only rivaled by her ass, that never met a pair a pants it couldn't defeat. Her walk was like a Grecian curse, sung in a meter that sent men sailing to the cement. Her gaze brought them to nearest bathrooms, cars, closets, clutching their cocks until they'd freed themselves of the disease that was Marisa. Dis-ease. No, she wasn't easy.
She lived her life forcefully. Met every challenge like it were a military press. And such taut commitment paid dividends professionally. Chief Technology Officer of a rising software company. Men were beneath her. And she didn't mind reminding them. She relished a good firing, supplanting their privileged air with grimaced tears. But also, she complimented generously whenever warranted.
A promising intern, Colin (Stanford grad Magna Cum Laude, basketball player, raised in the East bay) saved her seven figures on a recent project, because of his keen eye. After work, Marisa asked him to stay a minute.
"Colin, what you did today-not bad, for an intern."
"I've always liked numbers."
"Me too, Colin. The bigger the better." Marisa came closer, letting a button fall, her breast seeming to grow a full cup by the gesture.
"Um, so you think I might have a shot at a job next year? Like one that doesn't just pay... in compliments?"
Marisa smirked. "I might be able to arrange pay in something... other than compliments."
Colin adjusted his pants, his dick filling with her every word. "What kind of payment you thinking?"
"Let me think about it." Marisa came closer, lowering her hand to his bulge, feeling his growing shaft through his pants.
"I might be able to accept that. You'll have to draw up a contract though." Colin grabbed her breast, hands big enough to hold her double d's. He pushed them together as Marisa began to grip his cock.
"Fuck, Colin you got a good dick."
Colin smiled. "Not gonna say I haven't heard that before."
"But do you know how to use it?" Marisa smiled back.
"Only for a lady that knows how to earn it."
Marisa undid Colin's belt, put a hand down, into his pants, and began stroking-long, deep strokes. "Oh I earn it. Every time."
