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# The Transaction
Brad opened his eyes to the golden morning light filtering through the blinds of his penthouse apartment. Beside him, Zoey was propped up on an elbow, a contented smile playing on her lips as she traced patterns on his chest with her fingers.
"Good morning," she said, her voice still husky with sleep. "Sleep well?"
Brad nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. As always, he was impressed by her vitality at this hour. At thirty-three, she was a quarter his age, yet she bounded out of bed each morning as if she'd had ten hours of restful sleep.
"Another night in paradise," Brad said, his voice rough with disuse. He watched her carefully, noting the way her muscles flexed as she stretched. She was all curves and energy, a walking advertisement for her fitness business.
Zoey leaned over him, her dark hair falling across her face like a curtain. "You know what I like about mornings?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "They're clean slates. A chance to start over."
Brad chuckled dryly. "At my age, I've learned there are no clean slates. Just new transactions."
Zoey's smile didn't waver. "And that's what I love about you. No games. No pretending this is something it's not."
They both knew what this was. Brad had made it clear from their first coffee date: he was wealthy, successful, and done with the illusions of romance. His three marriages had taught him that love was just another commodity, best purchased with clear terms and mutual benefit.
Zoey, for her part, was transparent about her own needs. She loved the luxury Brad's wealth provided, the status of being with a prominent businessman, and the physical pleasure their age difference seemed to amplify. She was honest about loving sex and money, and Brad admired her candor.
As they lay together in his king-sized bed, unspoken rules hung in the air like expensive perfume. Zoey’s financial support, gifts, and access to Brad’s social circle came in exchange for companionship, business-related arm candy, and “personal services.”
Brad reached for his bedside tablet, already scanning the morning market reports. "There's a charity gala next week," he said, changing the subject. "My ex-wife will be there with her new husband."
Zoey's smile turned predatory. "The one who took you for half your fortune?"
"The very same." Brad's expression remained neutral, though his jaw tightened slightly. "She'll be expecting me to come alone."
Zoey laughed, a bright, musical sound that seemed out of place in the sterile luxury of the penthouse. "She doesn't know what she's missing. What should I wear?"
Brad considered the question. Something expensive, eye-catching, but not so revealing as to draw the wrong kind of attention. "That emerald dress," he decided. "The one Cartier gave you."
Zoey's eyes lit up. "Perfect. I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what they're missing."
As she slipped out of bed, Brad watched her go, admiring the way her body moved. There was an honesty to their arrangement that appealed to him. No pretenses, no illusions. Just a clear exchange of assets and pleasures.
As Zoey disappeared into the en suite bathroom, Brad picked up his phone and called his assistant. "Cancel my morning meetings," he said. "I have other business to attend to."
He knew that as the morning progressed, Zoey would expect brunch, perhaps a shopping trip, and definitely his attention. In return, she would continue to provide the services he valued, services that had become increasingly rare in his age bracket.
Brad smiled to himself. At seventy-one, he had finally figured out relationships. They weren't about love or compatibility. They were about supply and demand, mutual benefit, and clear expectations. And in Zoey, he had found a partner who understood the transaction better than anyone he had ever met.
# The Transaction (Continued)
Brad's smile widened as he continued stroking Zoey's hair. He watched her face closely, noting how her expression shifted from contentment to focused attention.
"You know," Brad began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "there's a new girl being brought into the office next week. From what I hear, Colombia or Venezuela. Supposedly supermodel quality."
Zoey's eyes sharpened, the playful sleepiness disappearing instantly. She propped herself up on an elbow, her body language shifting from relaxed to alert. "Go on," she prompted, her voice now smooth as silk.
Brad chuckled, enjoying the transformation. "Rumors are already circulating that she's looking for someone to hook into for a good ride. Someone with means and influence."
Zoey's predatory smile returned, more pronounced this time. She ran a hand over Brad's chest, her touch suddenly possessive. "And you think she might be interested in our arrangement?" Her voice was laced with challenge and interest.
"Perhaps," Brad mused. "She could be a valuable asset. And someone with her looks could open doors I didn't even know existed."
Zoey leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "You know, I've been thinking about expanding our little enterprise. Adding a third could be advantageous. Someone to handle the daytime affairs while I attend to your nighttime needs." Her hand moved lower, her meaning unmistakable.
Brad's smile deepened. "I thought you'd understand. Our relationship has always been about mutual benefit, hasn't it? More assets mean more opportunities for everyone."
"Exactly," Zoey agreed, her grip on him tightening slightly. "But let's be clear about the terms. If this new beauty joins our arrangement, she understands who's in charge. I'm the primary, the one who knows what you truly want." Her tone was both warning and invitation.
Brad nodded, appreciating her assertiveness. "Of course. You've always been the best at reading my needs. She would be secondary, at least at first."
Zoey's smile turned genuine, satisfied with the arrangement. "Good. Because I happen to know that she'll be at the charity gala next week. Perhaps we should make her an offer she can't refuse."
Brad laughed, the sound echoing in the luxurious bedroom. "It seems we have a plan then. After all, why limit ourselves to just one transaction when we could have multiple, mutually beneficial arrangements?"
Zoey's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Precisely. Because in business as in pleasure, the more assets you control, the more powerful you become."
As they discussed the potential addition to their arrangement, the morning sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the calculated smiles of two people who understood that love was just another commodity in their world of transactions and power plays.
# The Transaction (Erotic Turn)
Brad's fingers tightened in Zoey's hair as he pulled her closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "I've been thinking about how you'd handle our new little project," he said, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "Would you be up for some physical confrontation? Something to establish dominance right in front of me?"
Zoey's breath hitched, a familiar thrill coursing through her as she recognized the direction of his thoughts. She knew exactly what excited him—proof of her devotion, her willingness to fight for her position in his life and bed.
"I could make it very entertaining for you," she whispered, her hand sliding down his chest to the sheet tented over his lap. "The question is, how far would you want me to go? Just a little catfight, or something more... memorable?"
Brad's laugh was deep, appreciative. He loved her directness, her understanding that their relationship was performance art at its most explicit. "I want to see that fire in you, Zoey. The same fire you show in bed when you're riding me like there's no tomorrow."
Zoey traced his erection through the silk sheets. “You complained about your passive wives,” she husked. “They waited for you to do everything.” Her grip tightened, causing Brad to gasp. “But you want me to prove I satisfy you, don’t you? To put another woman in her place.”
Brad's hips arched into her touch. "Exactly. Show her—and me—what makes you irreplaceable."
Zoey’s eyes gleamed with predatory excitement. “I could mark her at the gala—a scratch on her perfect face or pulling out her expensive hair. Would you like me to establish my territory while everyone watches?” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
Brad groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips, pulling her on top of him. "Yes. I want to see you take what's yours. And afterward..." He paused, his breath ragged as she began to stroke him more firmly. "Afterward, I want to reward you properly. Show you exactly how much I appreciate your... territorial instincts."
Zoey smiled, a genuine expression of lust and power. “You love it when I’m rough and possessive, don’t you? You’ve said your ex-wives never dared show that side. But I know your secret. You love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it—even if it means getting physical.”
Brad's eyes met hers, the challenge clear between them. "Prove it to me," he demanded. "Show me that you're still the alpha in my life, even with this new beauty on the horizon."
Zoey's smile turned wicked. "Consider it done," she promised, before lowering her head to take him fully into her mouth, the promise of future confrontations hanging in the air between them, as thick and intoxicating as the scent of their morning lust.
# The Transaction (Erotic Climax)
Zoey's head bobbed between Brad's legs, her tongue working with practiced expertise as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers curled around his shaft, stroking in rhythm with the movements of her lips. Brad gasped, his fingers tangling in her dark hair as she hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum that made him lose control completely.
"God, yes," Brad groaned, his hips thrusting upward involuntarily. "Just like that..."
Zoey looked up through her lashes, her eyes locking with his as she took him as far as he could go, her throat muscles contracting around him. The sensation was too much; with a sharp cry, Brad climaxed, filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop.
Zoey slowly withdrew, propping herself up on her elbows as she licked her lips with deliberate slowness. A satisfied smile played on her face as she reached down, her fingers squeezing his spent length firmly. Brad moaned like a man on fire, his body still trembling with post-orgasmic pleasure.
"Still got some fight in you, old man," Zoey whispered, her touch both possessive and teasing.
Brad's mind raced, already thinking ahead to the potential confrontation at the gala. The image of Zoey and the Latina beauty locked in a physical struggle sent a fresh surge of desire through him. He knew the Latino intensity all too well from his business dealings—passionate, territorial, and explosive.
"You know," Brad said, his voice rough with lust, "I've been thinking about what might happen after the gala. Two hell cats like you and her..." He trailed off, allowing his imagination to fill in the details.
Zoey's eyes gleamed with predatory excitement. "And?" she prompted, her fingers still working him back to life.
"If you're the one to win that night," Brad continued, "there could be a grand reward waiting for you. Something truly special."
Zoey played coy for a moment, a knowing smile on her lips. "What did you have in mind, Brad?" she asked, her voice dripping with false innocence.
Brad's hand moved to cup her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Name your price," he said, his voice dropping to a commanding tone. "Within reason, of course. But something that would make all this worth your while."
Zoey's smile turned genuine, confident. "Let me worry about whether I win," she said, her tone firm. "You just focus on making sure the reward is worth my while."
Brad chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer. "And what makes you so certain you'll be the one reaping my grand reward?"
"Because," Zoey whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply, "I will make damn sure that your needs are met that night. In every way possible." Her hand moved between his legs, her touch becoming more insistent. "And I expect to be properly compensated for my services."
Brad groaned, already imagining the possibilities. The thought of Zoey and the Latina beauty fighting for his favor, of the raw passion and intensity that would follow—it was an intoxicating combination.
"Consider it done," Brad promised, his voice thick with desire. "Now show me just how badly you want that reward."
Zoey's smile turned predatory again as she straddled him, positioning herself over his renewed erection. "Oh, Brad," she whispered, her voice a promise of pleasures to come. "You have no idea how badly I want it."
With that, she lowered herself onto him, filling him completely as they both surrendered to the inevitable conclusion of their morning transaction—a dance of power, pleasure, and mutual benefit that had become their unique form of intimacy.
# The Transaction (Training Grounds)
The gym air hung thick with the scent of sweat and determination as Zoey moved through her boxing drills with practiced precision. Her muscles rippled under the tight sports bra and shorts, each punch thrown with calculated force. Across the ring, Louis watched with admiration, her own boxing gloves resting at her feet.
"You're getting faster," Louis commented, taking a sip from her water bottle. "That uppercut could definitely do some damage."
Zoey wiped sweat from her brow, her chest heaving slightly. "It needs to," she said, her voice serious. "I'm going up against someone who's looking to take my place. Someone with everything to gain and nothing to lose."
Louis's eyes narrowed slightly. "The Colombian? Or whatever she is?" she asked, feigning casual interest.
"Venezuelan," Zoey corrected, moving into a grappling stance. "Name's Milena. Supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous and hungry for what I have."
As Zoey demonstrated a takedown maneuver, Louis couldn't help but notice the expensive watch on her wrist—the one Brad had given her last month. A flicker of something akin to envy crossed her face, quickly masked by concern.
"You really think she'll challenge you?" Louis asked, stepping into the ring to practice.
"Not just think, Louis," Zoey grunted, executing a perfect hip throw that sent Louis to the mat. "Know. Brad wants a show. And I'm damn well going to give him one. Besides," she added, helping Louis up, "I've earned this position. I know exactly what Brad wants in and out of the bedroom."
Louis forced a smile, but her mind was elsewhere. She’d heard about Brad’s wealth and lavish lifestyle for months. The penthouse, private jets, designer clothes… it was everything she’d dreamed of. Zoey’s description of their relationship as a transaction of services for rewards seemed almost too good to be true.
"Still," Louis said, her voice tight with restrained ambition, "Brad does have a certain... appeal. For his age, I mean."
Zoey laughed, a sharp, dismissive sound. "Age is just a number when you have money, Louis. Remember that."
As their training session continued, Louis found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be in Zoey's place. The attention, the luxury, the power... it was intoxicating. And if Zoey was willing to fight to keep her position, perhaps Louis could be the one to wait in the wings, ready to take advantage if things didn't go as planned.
***
Later that night, the penthouse was bathed in soft, ambient light as Brad and Zoey retired to his bedroom. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a backdrop to their private world.
Brad settled against the headboard, a glass of aged whiskey in hand, while Zoey lounged beside him, her body still warm from the gym session. He picked up his phone, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"I have something I think you should see," Brad said, unlocking his device. "A little something my friend sent me today."
Zoey's curiosity piqued as Brad handed her the phone. On the screen was a video of an incredibly beautiful woman with flowing dark hair and sun-kissed skin, striking poses in what appeared to be a high-fashion photoshoot. The woman moved with an innate sensuality, her eyes smoldering directly into the camera.
"This is Milena," Brad confirmed, leaning closer to Zoey. "A friend of mine thought you might want to see the competition firsthand."
Zoey watched the video intently. The woman wasn’t just posing; she was strategically positioning herself. She laughed flirtatiously with an older man in a suit, ran her hands over a luxury sports car, and adjusted a diamond necklace while maintaining eye contact with the camera.
"See that?" Brad whispered, his voice husky with anticipation. "She's not just a model, Zoey. She's a hunter. And she's looking for a wealthy man to take care of her."
Zoey's jaw tightened as she watched the video, her competitive instincts flaring to life. The woman was gorgeous, undeniably so. But more than that, she had a predatory confidence that mirrored Zoey's own.
"She's good," Zoey admitted reluctantly, handing the phone back to Brad. "Very good."
Brad took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving Zoey's. "Good enough to challenge you?"
Zoey's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "No one's good enough to challenge me, Brad. Especially not some Venezuelan beauty who thinks she can buy her way into your bed with a pretty smile."
Brad's answering laugh was deep and appreciative. "That's my girl," he said, setting his glass aside and pulling Zoey closer. "I knew you'd understand the stakes here."
Zoey straddled him, her fingers tangling in his silver hair. "So what happens now? Do we let her make her move, or do we make the first move?"
Brad's hands roamed her body, his touch both possessive and eager. "I say we give her enough rope to hang herself," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "Let her think she has a chance. Then, at the gala..."
Zoey's breath hitched as Brad's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. "Then what?" she whispered, already anticipating his answer.
"Then you show her exactly who owns this territory," Brad finished, his voice dropping to a commanding tone. "And afterward..." He paused, his eyes darkening with desire. "You'll collect your grand reward."
Zoey leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her body responding to his touch with practiced ease. Between kisses, she whispered her promise, “Just make sure the reward is worth the fight, Brad. Because I intend to emerge victorious.”
# The Transaction (Showdown Approaches)
The gym air crackled with intensity as Zoey and Louise moved across the mat, their bodies slick with sweat. The rhythmic thuds of their impacts echoed through the space as they practiced their grappling techniques, each hold executed with precision.
"You're holding back," Louise commented, breaking away to catch her breath. "What's with the hesitation? The Venezuelan won't be so kind."
Zoey wiped sweat from her brow, her dark eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm not holding back, I'm calculating. Milena's a professional model—all show and no substance until it matters. But at the gala? That's when she'll show her true colors."
As they resumed their positions, Zoey executed a perfect arm bar, her movements fluid and powerful. Louise grunted in pain before tapping out, a satisfied smile on her face.
"You know," Louise said, rubbing her arm as they took a water break, "Brad really spoils you. The penthouse, the designer clothes, the exclusive parties..." She trailed off, her eyes distant with longing.
Zoey took a long sip of water, studying her friend carefully. "And the sex," she added pointedly. "Don't forget the incredible sex. Brad's not just a sugar daddy, Louise. He's generous in every way."
Louise forced a laugh, but the envy was evident in her eyes. "Of course. I just worry about you. There are so many beautiful women out there who'd love to be in your position."
Zoey’s predatory smile intensified. “Let them try. I’ve known Brad for two years. I know his preferences and kinks. That Venezuelan may look good, but I have experience.” She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Brad loves a fight. More competition turns him on.”
As they returned to the mat, their grappling became more intense, each woman testing the other's limits. In the midst of a particularly fierce exchange, Louise managed to flip Zoey onto her back, straddling her chest.
"Just be careful," Louise warned, her voice suddenly serious. "Brad has a lot to offer. Someone younger, prettier... they might just have what it takes to replace you."
Zoey bucked her hips, throwing Louise off balance before reversing their positions. "No one can replace me, Louise," she said, her voice firm. "I'm the one who knows exactly what Brad wants—both in and out of the bedroom."
***
Later that night, the penthouse was bathed in soft light as Brad and Zoey retired to his bedroom. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a backdrop to their private world.
Brad settled against the headboard, a glass of aged whiskey in hand, while Zoey lounged beside him, her body still warm from the gym session. He picked up his phone, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"I have something I think you should see," Brad said, unlocking his device. "A little something my friend sent me today."
Zoey's eyes narrowed with suspicion as Brad handed her the phone. On the screen was a video of Milena, but this was different from the photoshoot they'd seen earlier. This was clearly intended for a private audience.
The video began with Milena in a luxurious bedroom, wearing nothing but a silk robe that hung open just enough to hint at what lay beneath. Her voice was a sultry whisper as she spoke directly to the camera.
"You know what I want," she purred, running a hand suggestively down her neck. "And I know what you want. Let's not pretend this is about anything else."
As the video continued, Milena's performance became more explicit. She demonstrated various techniques with a pillow, her movements both graceful and provocative. She spoke of her skills in the bedroom, of her ability to satisfy a man in ways others couldn't.
"Experience is everything," she whispered, her eyes smoldering. "And I have plenty of it. More than enough to take care of a man like you."
Zoey watched the video with growing intensity, her jaw tight. She could see why Brad was showing her this—not just to warn her, but to arouse her competitive spirit.
"She's good," Zoey admitted reluctantly, handing the phone back to Brad. "But good isn't enough. It's never been about just the bedroom with me. It's about the whole package."
Brad's laugh was deep and appreciative. "That's my girl," he said, setting his glass aside and pulling Zoey closer. "You have something she can't replicate. But that won't stop her from trying."
Zoey straddled him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "So what's the plan? Do we let her think she has a chance, or do we make her aware from the start?"
Brad's hands roamed her body, his touch both possessive and eager. "I say we let her build up her confidence," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "Let her think she has a shot. Then, at the gala..."
Zoey's breath hitched as Brad's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. "Then what?" she whispered, already anticipating his answer.
"Then you remind her—and everyone else—who truly owns this territory," Brad finished, his voice dropping to a commanding tone. "And afterward..." He paused, his eyes darkening with desire. "You'll collect your grand reward."
Zoey leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her body responding to his touch with practiced ease. Between kisses, she whispered her promise: "Just make sure the reward is worth the fight, Brad. Because I plan to win."
# The Transaction (Morning of the Gala)
The golden light of dawn filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Brad's penthouse, casting long shadows across the expensive Persian rug. Zoey stretched languidly in the king-sized bed, the silk sheets caressing her skin as she watched Brad pour coffee from the silver carafe.
"Soon you'll be parading me around for all to see," Zoey mused, her voice husky with sleep and anticipation.
Brad turned, a slow smile spreading across his face as he approached the bed. "Not just parading, my dear. Displaying." He set the coffee aside on the nightstand, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her naked form. "Speaking of which, I have a suggestion for tonight."
Zoey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell."
Brad leaned closer, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "I don't want you wearing any underwear under your emerald dress. The one Cartier gave you."
Zoey's smile turned predatory. "Oh? And why is that, exactly? Planning on giving someone a show?"
"Perhaps," Brad admitted, his fingers tracing circles on her bare stomach. "Your ex will be there, and I know she'll be looking for any sign of weakness. And Milena..." He paused, enjoying the way Zoey's eyes darkened at the mention of her rival. "She'll be trying to assess the competition."
Zoey laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I'm sure your ex and that Milena will enjoy the view," she conceded, her fingers trailing up Brad's chest. "But they won't be the only ones enjoying it."
She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist as she cupped her firm, large breasts. "By the way," she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "do you think your boy there has time to cum between my breasts before breakfast? You know I love it when you fuck my breasts, darling."
Brad's breath hitched, his eyes fixed on her perfect cleavage. "Always time for my favorite appetizer," he growled, already moving closer.
Zoey reclined back against the pillows, positioning herself as Brad straddled her chest. She pressed her breasts together, creating a perfect channel for him. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. "Just like that. Show me what you're going to do to that Venezuelan wannabe tonight."
Brad groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as Zoey's soft flesh enveloped him. "You're going to destroy her," he managed between thrusts.
"Damn right I am," Zoey purred, reaching down to touch herself as she watched his pleasure. "She thinks she can compete with me? She has no idea what real competition looks like."
The morning sun illuminated their bodies, casting golden highlights on Zoey's skin as she pleasured Brad with her breasts. His moans filled the room, mixing with her soft cries of encouragement.
"God, yes," Brad gasped, his movements becoming more urgent. "Just like that..."
Zoey smiled, knowing exactly what he liked. She increased the pressure, her fingers digging slightly into his hips as she guided his rhythm. "That's it, baby. Give it to me. Show me what I can expect after I've taken care of business tonight."
With a final, deep thrust, Brad climaxed, his release coating Zoey's chest and neck. She watched him, her eyes dark with satisfaction, as he collapsed beside her, spent.
"You're going to need to recover quickly, darling," she whispered, leaning down to lick his seed from her skin. "We have a long night ahead of us. And I plan on collecting my grand reward in full."
Brad watched her, his desire already stirring anew. "You always do," he murmured, reaching to pull her close. "That's why you're my favorite investment."
Zoey laughed, a genuine sound of amusement and triumph. "Damn right I am," she confirmed, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss that promised the pleasures to come that evening at the gala.
