The conference room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the table as Third finished his pitch. His eyes gleamed with excitement, but Soviet, seated at the head of the table, remained silent, leaning back with a bored expression.
Third tried to persuade him with flattery, but Soviet was unimpressed. "What makes you think I would be interested in this contract, Third?" he asked, his voice low and cold.
Third frowned, frustrated. He had come prepared with all the right words, but Soviet seemed impervious to his charm. He decided to take a different approach. Dropping to his knees, he began to search the floor, his eyes scanning the carpet for something lost.
Soviet watched in confusion as Third inched closer and closer to his crotch. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Third looked up at him, his eyes pleading. "What if you used me, instead?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Soviet was taken aback by Third's suggestion, but he was intrigued. He watched as Third began to unbuckle his belt, his movements slow and deliberate.
Soviet's pants were pulled down, revealing his arousal. Third grinned and began to touch him, his fingers exploring and teasing.
Soviet groaned as Third's touches became more intimate. He was lost in the pleasure, his hips moving with Third's rhythm.
Third took Soviet's c*ck into his mouth and began to suck, his movements confident and skilled. Soviet's head fell back, his eyes closed as he gave in to the sensation.
Third continued to pleasure Soviet until he reached his climax, his own arousal growing as he worked.
Soviet, still in a daze, thanked Third, his voice hoarse and breathless.
Third used this opportunity to bring up the contract again. "Sign it, and this can be a regular occurrence," he said, his voice smooth and persuasive.
Soviet, still reeling from the pleasure, agreed. The contract was signed, and Third stood up, his movements confident and satisfied.
The art of persuasion was a powerful tool, and Third had used it to his advantage. The contract was signed, and Soviet was pleased. It was a win-win situation, and Third couldn't have been happier.
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