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The Business Acquaintance Deal-Sealer

Dad had always been the picture of corporate polish: tailored charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, cufflinks glinting under the fluorescent lights, voice smooth as aged bourbon. But after the divorce and his public coming out at 55, something had shifted. The boardroom charisma was still there, only now it carried an edge - hungry, unapologetic. I’d started interning at his firm that summer, mostly fetching coffee and filing reports, but I’d already overheard enough whispered rumors to know Dad was closing deals in ways that had nothing to do with spreadsheets.

Mr. Reynolds, the supplier we’d been chasing for months, arrived at 3 p.m. sharp. Forty years old, slick dark hair, expensive watch, the kind of man who wore his power like cologne. The conference room was dimmed for the presentation - blinds half-closed, projector humming. Reynolds leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking between Dad’s face and the way his suit jacket pulled tight across his broad shoulders.

“David, you have a commanding presence,” Reynolds said, voice low, almost intimate. “Always have.”

Dad’s smile was slow, deliberate. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Paul.”

I was sent out to fetch coffee - black for Dad, double espresso for Reynolds. When I returned ten minutes later, the door was closed. Through the narrow window I could see the blinds had been fully drawn. I heard it before I saw it: the steady, rhythmic thump of flesh against flesh, punctuated by low grunts.

I cracked the door just enough to slip inside and shut it silently behind me.

Dad was bent over the polished mahogany conference table, suit jacket tossed aside, dress shirt unbuttoned to the navel, trousers and boxer briefs shoved down to mid-thigh. His thick, muscular ass cheeks jiggled with every brutal thrust as Reynolds rammed into him from behind. Reynolds’ expensive slacks were around his knees, shirt sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing as he gripped Dad’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. His thick cock - dark, veined, glistening with lube - disappeared completely into Dad’s stretched hole with each snap of his hips.