Behind his smiling face and eyes lies the heart and mind of a true lady killer. For most of his life, Josh Oak, a successful businessman, lived by this dictum: find 'em, fool 'em, f**k 'em, and forget 'em. Finding willing women was easy, so was getting them to drop their defenses. Just tell them what they want to hear, hump them like you mean it, then casually let them go.

On this particular day, in a hotel lobby somewhere in downtown Chicago, Josh sat, sipping his martini and going over his presentation. Work wasn't completely on his mind. Through those revolving door walked an especially good-looking young woman.

She was tall, slender, blonde, blue-eyed. She was a killer dresser to boot – a short black silk dress accentuating her slim figure and three-inch spike heels that made her long legs extra sexy and shapely. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders and her makeup expertly applied. How old is she? Twenty? Thirty? Who cares! She's just what Josh needed: a quick thrill.

Casting his eyes in her direction, Josh looked her up and down. What's this? She's responding with equal ardor. She sinuously heads his way, gracefully settling in a chair opposite him. Josh felt the tingling sensation deep within his groin.

"Shall I buy you a drink?," he asked politely yet smolderingly.
She cocked her head, replying, "Thanks."
"You're welcome. And what is your name, honey?"
"Becca."
"Hmm, nice. I'm Josh. Are you in town for business or pleasure?"
"Both."
"So am I."

It didn't take long to sweet talk this beauty into what Josh had in mind. She's not as defensive as most women. Then again it was easy to get women to bend to his wishes.

"My meeting isn't till this evening. We got a couple of hours."
"OK," came the willing reply.

In the confines of his hotel suite, Josh and Becca writhed and contorted in beige sheets. Josh rammed himself into Becca's wetness, enjoying her fiery responses with every thrust. She bucked and arched under his relentless pounding, entwining her legs around his waist. Sheets wet from sweat and tongues, the bed groaning under the lovers' heaving bodies.

"Ooh! ahh! Oh, Josh!"
"Oh, baby you're so damn good."

Josh's mouth crushed down on Becca's, his tongue probing her as deeply and savagely as he twitched and throbbed within her woman's depths. They squirmed and screamed as they came together. Ah! Oh! What a delicious trembling feeling coursed through Josh's body.

"Thanks for a nice time."
"No, thank you. You were fantastic."
These sessions always ended something like this: Josh would compliment his woman of the moment, cast her aside, then hunt for his next victim. So what if he never laid eyes on this gal again? He got what he wanted.

Later, Josh waited in the hotel dining room. His new boss would soon join him, and Josh wanted the presentation to go without a hitch. From behind, a voice greeted him.

"Ah, Mr. Oak. Pleased to meet you. I'm Roger Fisher."
The imposing figure extended his hand to Josh then introduced his dining companion.

"I hope you don't mind my daughter joining us. She rarely travels with me, but on this trip I make an exception."
Josh's eyes popped as Roger began introductions, "Josh Oak, meet my daughter, Becca. She's on a field trip with her high school science class. I'm here to help chaperone. So why not mix a little business with my parental duties."

Smiling nervously, Josh could only reply, "Nice to meet you, Miss Fisher." She was no sexy siren, just a sweet sixteen-year old schoolgirl.
Becca simply smiled and deftly placed an open matchbook before Josh as she took her place at the table.

He read these words: "Better be nice to me, or else..."

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