The conference room in Soviet's mansion was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Soviet sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed as Third presented the contract to him.
"Soviet, this alliance will benefit us both," Third said, his voice confident and steady. "We can help each other achieve our goals and become even more powerful than we already are."
Soviet remained unconvinced, showing no interest in the proposal. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, his mind seemingly elsewhere.
Third felt a pang of desperation. He had worked hard to secure this alliance, and he wasn't about to let it slip away. He decided to take a risky approach.
With a mischievous grin, Third dropped to his knees and began searching for a lost dollar on the floor. He moved closer to Soviet's crotch, causing the man to instinctively squeeze his legs together.
"Do you like that, Soviet?" Third teased, his voice low and seductive. "Do you like it when I'm this close to you?"
Soviet's hips began to sway lightly as Third moved even closer. He took Soviet's cock in his mouth and started licking it, causing the man to groan with pleasure.
"Suck it harder, Third," Soviet demanded, his voice husky with desire.
Third complied, sucking and tugging on Soviet's cock in rhythm with his hips. He could feel the man's climax building, and he moaned with anticipation.
When Soviet finally reached his climax, Third filled his mouth with cum. He savored the taste, knowing that he had successfully persuaded Soviet to agree to the alliance.
"More, Third," Soviet begged, but Third stopped and smiled at him.
"The alliance is official, Soviet," Third said, extending his hand. "We shake on it?"
Soviet thanked Third, admitting that no one had made him feel that good in years. He realized that what he truly wanted was someone to love and be loved by.
Third decided to give Soviet what he needed, and they both left the conference room feeling hopeful for their future alliance.
As they walked down the hallway, Third couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had used his charm and wit to persuade Soviet, and he had given the man something he had been craving for years.
The art of persuasion was a powerful tool, and Third was a master of it. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for him and Soviet.
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