If the two Seer brothers weren’t in this room… If there wasn’t a holo-vid feed that Tina was watching…
Gods, I don’t even care about the holo-vid feed! Let her watch!
It’s as if this dress is attacking me, turning my own body against me. I bite my lip hard to stop myself from whimpering in pleasure, crossing my legs as I sit there silently. I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the wetness leaving a puddle beneath my butt.
As I squirm, I stare at the Aurelians. They’re such massive, muscular creatures – resonating with sexual power. They have no shame, their beautiful bodies barely covered by those togas. I study Gallus’s broad chest and Cyrus’s bulging biceps, which are completely bare. I can see every pure vein beneath the marble-white smoothness of his skin.
It’s if I can feel their pulses; intermixed with the vibrations of this damned, delicious pleasure dress.
I saw how engorged their muscles got, when they were groping and missing me in the library. I saw how huge and hard their cocks got, filled with the blood pumped by that pounding pulse. I suddenly wonder if Aurelians bleed red, just like the rest of us.
In front of me, all five businessmen dig into their bowls of fruit. They eat in silence – the fruit so fresh and succulent nobody wants to disturb the feast. When they’re finally done, and the bowls gleam with the juices of the devoured fruit, I finally stand up and cross towards them.
I take the empty bowls. The pleasure dress has been turned down now – to such a low setting I can barely tell if my sadistic Aurelians are actually activating it, or if it’s just the teasing nature of the natural fabric combined with my highly-sensitive state of arousal.
Paul lets out a huge burp as I collect his bowl, and I barely hold back a laugh.
He smiles at me – giving me a polite nod as he hands me the bowl. Just as Gallus explained to me back in the library, the secret of success in business is to treat your rivals with respect; and I can see that Paul and Harry have been raised on the same doctrine. With that nod, Paul has shown me more respect than poorer businessmen or their families ever would.
As I collect the plate, Paul turns the Aurelians.
“Oh, Gallus, I envy you! We all have all the money in the world, but you have the time. If I had just a half of your life to work with… Gods, the things I could achieve!”
Varian sits forward. “We all have our lot in life, Paul. You’ve achieved much – even by the standards of your own family.”
Paul looks wistfully at the Aurelians. In the holo-vids I’d seen of them before, during shareholder meetings and interviews, the two Seer brothers never once changed expression. They’d adopted a mask of stern indifference, similar to the way Aurelians are taught not to openly display their emotions.
But here, Paul and Harry seem open – jovial. It’s clear they trust the Aurelians.
“We have achieved much – but you know what we businessmen are like.”
Gallus nods, as if Paul’s words hit a nerve.
“We always want more,” he nods. “It’s in our nature.” Then, his eyes turn to me, and I stiffen as I feel the heat of his hungry gaze. “We always want that which resists us having it.”
Paul didn’t seem to notice that Gallus’s words referred to me, not a business deal.
“Quite right, quite right.” He pauses, then takes a deep breath. “With that in mind, I won’t waste your time, gentlemen.” The businessman turns to Gallus, Cyrus and Varian. “You three are not the standard Deemak noblemen of Sector 1, and we won’t insult you by demanding the standard ceremonies of business - even though your woman has conducted them admirably.”
Fruit juice glistening on his chin, Paul turns to me and nods. I feel a surge of pride.
Then, his beady eyes return to the Aurelians.
“Your triad is the reason my family ever prospered. When you first arrived on Deemak, generations ago, you worked with my grandfather. He was a noble of Sector 2 back then.”
Paul leans back, his hand on his large stomach.
“Later, you worked with my father – who had by then risen to become noble of Sector 1.” Paul smiles wistfully. “Doing honest business with you served them both well.”
It’s Harry who speaks next.
“Now, you’re asking to work with us – Nobles and businessmen of the estates of Sector 1. With your help, our sons will be not just nobles of the estates, but nobles of Oasis, as well. We would be remiss not to follow the honorable example you have set, or ignore the good fortune it brought our grandfather and father.”
Paul nods in approval of his brother’s words. He turns to Gallus and extends his hand.
“The offer you have made us is fair.” His brow wrinkles. “No, the offer is good, and it would be remiss of us to waste your time playacting any hesitation. We accept.”
I see the surprise in the Aurelians’ eyes – this was not the tough negotiation they’d expected.
The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.
I remember the words Gallus told me, from his favorite book The Art of War. That ancient strategy manual had guided him to another victorious engagement on the battlefield of business. With so much more time than a human, Gallus and his triad had generations ago planted the seeds that had grown and blossomed into a respectful, trustworthy and profitable business relationship with the Seer family. Today, they harvested that bounty.
“We’re happy to hear it. A good deal,” Gallus extends his own hand, and one by one, the two patriarchs of two old and respected business families shake on the deal.
The respective sides look at each other with mutual respect as the negotiation is concluded.
Suddenly, the mood in the room lightens.
“You’ll have to come tour the lands with us tomorrow. We’ll show you many things
