Pleasure Before Business

Derrick's got himself wrapped up over nothing. He wants Mina at the client dinner, but his partner frets the old man will clutch his pearls at the age gap and bolt. So Derrick vents while Mina straddles his lap and listens. After a couple sips of whiskey the answer hits them both square in the chest. No one owes these people a performance. They're walking in as a couple, smiles on, sex in the air. Lose the account if they lose it. They finish talking and Mina rubs slow circles on his thigh, that little wink warming her eyes. She whispers she knows how to melt the knot in his stomach before they head out. The clothes come off in a hurry. She sinks down, takes him deep, rocking like she's got all evening. Derrick grips the couch and laughs into her shoulder, pressure leaking out with every thrust, that twinkle in her smile promising tomorrow they'll still be the same two idiots who couldn't give a damn what strangers think.