<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Everything had been arranged; the money had been forward to the right account, the suite had been reserved, the right girl had been selected and now all Bryce had to do was wait for her to show up and fuck her.  It was a simple business transaction, one of countless that had been made to the world's oldest profession since the dawn of civilization.  The business may have gotten more complex, more complicated and more laden with rules and expectations but the act itself had remained the same.  There was nothing more primal and basic as a man and a woman screwing each other until they were both sated.<br/><br/>No matter how much spin Bryce and his associate and connection, Nicole, might have put on it, it was still just sex.<br/><br/>Bryce would never have admitted to it being so simple however or in such a rude, blatant manner.  He was a man raised in the corporate world and he adhered to a gentlemanly persona that border-lined on being outright arrogance.  It didn't matter if they perceived him that way because he always got the job done and he was handsome, rich and cunning enough to get away with.  Born to wealth and prestige, Bryce Pierce had made the best of his situation and had quickly educated himself on the business of mass media and publication.  He put other people's thoughts out to the world and their works brought him money, connections and publicity.  Let the scholars and the thinkers of the age debate and bemoan the state of the world; he happily took a cut of their profits and lived proudly on it.  There was no time to lament when he surrounded himself with all of the best trappings his considerable wealth could afford.<br/><br/>It was not to say that Bryce was a decadent hedonist but merely that he enjoyed the finest luxuries life had to offer.  He was far too busy running one of L.A.'s most successful publishing houses to maintain any sort of personal life outside of the many dinner parties and quiet meetings he had with his powerful and connected clients.  So, when the urge struck him to exercise his will over a feminine creature of beauty, he contacted Nicole and let her handle all the nuisances.  He just had to sit back and wait for his pleasure of the evening to arrive.<br/><br/>The soft knock at the door meant that his waiting was finally over.<br/><br/>Bryce stood and buttoned his black suit jacket closed as he crossed the room.  The room was hazy with cigarette smoke and smelled faintly of cloves and vanilla.  The black rolled cigarette sat forgotten in an ash tray on the table.  As he stood in front of the door, he took a quick look in a nearby, wall-mounted mirror and smirked.  His dark, dapper suit was tailored and expensive, the only splash of color was the blood red tie around his neck.  His dark brown hair was stylishly cut and his blue eyes were a sharp contrast to his slightly tanned skin and angular features.  He was a good-looking man and he prided himself on his handsome appearance.  He stood proud and filled with self-confidence; what man in his situation wouldn't?<br/><br/>With a faint grin of anticipation on his lips, he opened the door and let his eyes wander over the red-tressed beauty who stood before him.  She was everything he wanted in a woman.   Classy, gorgeous and with a hungry look in her stare that said,<em>"I want to be fucked by you."</em>She exuded sex and sin.<br/><br/>She was perfect.<br/><br/>Bryce made a mental note to send a dozen roses and a little bonus to Nicole for delivering such perfection.<br/><br/>"Come on in.  I have a bottle of wine chilling for us."