With a final bow, I offer my hand to the Conservancy's president and let him shake it heartily. I just wrote him a half-a-million dollar check, to help with the maintenance of Central Park, so I figure his hearty handshake is a justified one. I finally make my way down the stage, glad that my part in this show is over; instead of walking back to my seat though, I pretend that I need to head out for a piss and walk all the way to the back of the auditorium.
Wide and long red drapes hang from the upper balconies, covering everything with bright crimson; I lean against one of the walls and hide from view, standing behind one of these drapes. Two or three minutes later, Penny joins me in my improvised hiding spot.
“That was amazing,” she whispers, but the only reply I give her is one long kiss.
“No, but this is,” I grin as I pull back from her, my hands casually resting on her hips.
“I’m serious. You were amazing up there. You have a knack for it, Magnus.”
“I seriously doubt it. I hate these fucking things. It feels like I’m bragging about my generosity, which kinda defeats the purpose.”
“So… you’d prefer to just donate anonymously?” she asks me, and I can’t help but pretend to be offended by her question.
“Of course! I have more money than I can ever spend, and I sure as hell don’t mind spending it to help people… I just fucking hate this grandstanding bullshit. This is all for show, and I can’t stand it.”
“Why not?”
“It just isn’t me, Penny. I don’t give a fuck about playing nice. I just prefer to deal with things head on, and that’s how I deal with everyone and everything. I have no patience for subtlety or politics.”
“Maybe that’s one of the reasons the Equinox deal still hasn’t moved forward? Maybe that’s what you’re lacking—subtlety.”
“Maybe, but it’s not like I can turn into this smooth guy from one day to the other. I wouldn’t even know where to start. Should I be reading self-help books?” I snort, but Penny just grabs me by my shirt and pulls me into her, her soft lips brushing against my own.
“No… Just use your brain,” she whispers at me, and I have to struggle in order to keep listening to her; my cock is already twitching hard, and soon enough there’ll be no blood left in my brain. “People want to be understood, Magnus. Respected and valued. Just repeat their owns words—their dreams, fears, and prejudices—right back at them. They’ll think you understand their position, and that’ll give you a foothold when trying to bring them to your side.”
I stop for a moment, narrowing my eyes and looking at her.
“You know, that actually makes a lot of sense,” I tell her, and she just offers me a whispered laugh.
“You know, I’m more than a pretty face,” she kisses me again, nibbling at my lower lip before she continues. “I know how to use my brain.”
“And what else do you know what to use?” I ask her, my hands trailing down the side of her body. I let my fingers go over the curve of her ass cheeks, and give them a hard squeeze, pulling Penny into me. My cock is already as hard as a fucking tent pole, and I forget all about the place where we are right now. Who cares if the fucking hall is packed with hundreds of people? I want her right fucking now.
“I know how to use these lips,” Penny teases me, brushing one fingertip over her crimson lips. She looks around and, certain that no one can see us, she tugs on the red drape and closes ua off completely from sight.
Moving slowly, she places her two hands on my chest and then goes down to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. I hold my breath as I watch her go down, and my lungs only remember they have to take in air when she starts unbuckling my belt. Carefully, she opens the top button on my pants and then pulls the zipper down, my hard cock pushing against the fabric of my boxer briefs.
Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.
Still looking into my eyes, a wanton smile on her lips, Penny hooks her fingers on my boxer briefs and pulls them down, only stopping when my pants and boxers are all bunched up around my knees. My cock springs free eagerly and, a fraction of a second later she has her fingers curled tight around my shaft.
“This is fucking insane,” I whisper, looking down at her, and her smile turns into a wicked grin.
“It sure is, Daddy,” she whispers back at me, and my cock throbs so hard I feel dizzy for a fucking second. Flicking her wrists, she starts stroking my cock with the soft and constant movements of her hand; leaning in, she never breaks eye contact as she parts her lips and then wraps them around the tip of my cock, her tongue dancing in soft circles around it.