The sun had long since set over the city, leaving the skyline to twinkle and glimmer in the soft light of a thousand windows. The cougar, a successful businesswoman in her forties, lay on the plush couch of her penthouse, her head resting on the chest of her young boyfriend. His arm was wrapped around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You're so innocent," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "So naive."
He blushed, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he laughed. "I am not!"
"Oh, you are," she insisted, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. "And it's adorable."
Just as he was about to respond, there was a sharp knock on the door. The cougar's friend, a successful woman in her thirties, didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed the door open and strode into the penthouse, her eyes immediately landing on the cougar's boyfriend.
Without a word, she walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. "You need to man up and stop being so innocent," she said, her voice sharp.
He was shocked, his eyes wide as he burst into tears. The cougar was surprised, her hand tightening on his arm as she tried to calm him down.
"What was that for?" she demanded, her eyes flashing.
The friend shrugged, sitting down on the couch and helping herself to a drink from the bar. "He's cute, but he's not my type."
The cougar's boyfriend got up and left the room, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The cougar followed him, leaving the friend alone on the couch.
The friend smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "He's too soft for you, honey. You need someone who can keep up with you."
The cougar returned, looking worried. "He's never cried like that before."
The friend rolled her eyes. "He needs to toughen up. You're a successful woman, you need someone who can handle you."
The cougar sighed, sitting down next to her friend. "I know, but he's so sweet. And he makes me feel young again."
The friend laughed, her eyes twinkling. "You're still young, honey. You just need to find someone who can handle you."
The cougar smiled, her eyes softening. "You're right. Maybe I should take you up on your offer to set me up with one of your friends."
The friend grinned, raising her glass in a toast. "That's the spirit. Now, let's talk business."
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