Life Of Paul - PDX Ch. 02

"Good," Rebecca said, sounding relieved. "How about we meet again to sign paperwork. How does Tuesday work?"

"Great," I said. "We can meet at my house. I'm sorta itching to try out my new kitchen."

"You cook? That is amazing and somewhat unexpected from a young man in this day and age," she said.

"Well, to be honest, I can only cook like five things, but they're pretty good ones."

"I look forward to it," she said with a smile. "Also, I have a gift for you and Morgan, so your house is great."

"A gift? Sounds sort of weird for a business transaction," I said.

"I appreciate that you are buying this place. I worked hard to open it and keep it open, and while I don't have the energy or capital to keep running it, I appreciate that it will be in good hands.

"You know, eventually. Because you will certainly fuck it up in the beginning; everyone does. But I think you'll get it up and running well in no time."

"Thanks, I guess," I said. I stood up to leave, Rebecca following.

On the way out I asked if I could take a couple other items for some friends, to which she had a look that was partly impressed and partly humorous. The things I wanted to get were for Maryanne and Alina, which I was hopeful to see again soon.

"Oh, one last thing," Rebecca said, catching me as I was about to open the front door. "What we did was very fun. However, it was only a small portion of the fun I can get up to. If you find yourself seeking something... adventurous, be sure give me a call."

She smiled slyly at me then, kissed me gently on the cheek, and departed back towards her office. It dawned on me as I watched her walk away that after our encounter she kept wearing her cum covered pearl panties, which suddenly made my new undies a little tighter.

Resolving to try to meditate or something to control myself, I departed for home and to tell Morgan that I was talked out of more money.

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"So, she fucked you," Morgan said sternly over the phone, "and like a typical man suffering from lack of blood to the brain, you gave it to her?"

I wasn't sure what Morgan was mad at, honestly. It was my money after all. And the more I spent the larger her commission was. So what was her deal.

"Yes, you could say I gave it to her," I joked. "At least it wasn't the 25% she originally asked for," I defended.

"She was probably going for at least 10%, and you gave her 12%, so again, you let your balls do the talking, didn't you?"

"Well," I countered, "technically it was my dick that did the talking."

"Oh, you are not charming your way out of this. I have to redo a bunch of paperwork to get the new price set and the banks transfers setup and all that other shit. You owe me hours of work, buddy."

"How about I make you dinner," I offered.

This gave her pause. "You cook?"

"A bit, yes. Rebecca is going to come over Tuesday to sign the papers. That gives you two whole days to do the paperwork. And, as a bonus, she said that she was giving us each a gift for our troubles."

I heard a sigh on the other end of the line. "Fine," Morgan said. "Tuesday evening actually works great. I'll get the paperwork ready and we can do it all at your place. I need to stop by the shop anyway to confirm some details and have her sign some stuff before then.

"As for the food," she added, "nothing with fish please. And have plenty of wine." She hung up the phone.

OK. No fish was easy, but how was a 19 year old in Portland going to buy wine? Let alone lots of it?

Getting a sudden thought, I grabbed the phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times before a female voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Maryanne, its Paul. Listen, I have a favor to ask. How would you feel about buying a minor some wine?"

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