“Two hundred people are in Richmond tonight so I can slam my d**k into you, Rafael,” the heavy-set executive said. He spoke in a loud voice so I could hear him over the music.
“Really,” I said, sipping a cranberry juice. I couldn’t believe I blushed. I’d been told everything before, but the crude come-ons still made me flustered and hard.
“I’m Davis,” he said, shaking my hand. He looked like a Davis. He wore a Brooks Brothers suit and a ring that easily cost five-thousand dollars. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
I said, “Honestly you’re not the first person to plan a conference in Richmond so they’d have an excuse to meet and f**k me.”
“Now that I’ve seen how hot you are in person, I believe it,” Davis said. “The Richmond Chamber of Commerce should mention your ass in its brochures.” H
