Darius Supreme

Germaine, Tion, and Jeremy stood up, shaking hands with Darius and each other. Their faces were filled with satisfaction as all three parties had come to a satisfactory agreement. 

"As I have already stated, there will be no Series A funding. I plan to keep the shares in-house for the longest possible time, and to do that, I need the power of the organizations you represent." Darius revealed with a smile. 

Germaine chuckled. "I truly feel safe investing with it being led by such a forthright and intelligent young man! As agreed, we won\'t interfere in the decisions of your company and will just stay silent as your backers, as long as you make sure those profits remain at the margins you promised." 

Darius bowed with respect. "Of course. I dare not let down neither Microsoft nor the Rothschilds." 

Tion patted Darius\' shoulder with a tinge of respect in his eyes. "I personally have faith in you and your product. With it, the earth will hit its 7th Great Technology Era!" 

When he mentioned the product that brought these two powerhouses here, and even had them willing to be an umbrella for this company without taking the product or interfere in its decisions, even Germaine showed an excited glint. 

Darius smiled. It wasn\'t that these two fellows didn\'t want to take his tech, because it had been present in their documents. What Tion had passed off as \'fundamental legal conditions\' had a small clause written inside that stated that all tech produced by the company retrospectively and henceforth would belong to Microsoft as a partner company. 

Naturally, Darius had vacated any such terms from both contracts before signing. While neither Tion nor Germaine had managed to trick him into signing off on that, they still got the necessities, the profit, and the equity. 

Darius then clapped his hands. "And now, to celebrate our successful signing, some fun!" 

The moment he clapped, 12 women wearing skimpy dresses entered the room. They were lined in two rows of 6, all of them bearing different skin tones and levels of sensuality, with the common denominator being that all of them were unmistakably beautiful. 

Tion, Germaine, and Jeremy\'s eyes flashed with interest once they saw the line-up. It was nothing unusual for discreet signings between men that some women would be brought in to \'lighten\' the mood and \'tighten\' friendly bonds between the various signatories. 

They had to admit, these women were truly fine. They could find no fault in Darius\' after-agreement choices, so they remained seated while the women stood where they could be scrutinized. 

"You may pick as many as you feel you can handle. The only condition is that you be gentle to these ladies, as they came here only for mutual fun and not something exotic." Darius insisted. 

After all, some of these high-society fellows were quite twisted. They might be into harming their partners by lynching, into scat, and even worse things. 

Darius didn\'t provide brothel services while these were girls he had solicited with a lot of money and promises. He also had no interest in falling down the dark side as he wanted to keep his business clandestine like his father before him. 

The other three men chuckled in understanding and didn\'t cause trouble. Germaine selected one lovely Asian lady with a large chest, while Tion and Jeremy chose two of the three dark-skinned ladies who had thick rumps. 

Darius himself passed his eyes over the group and chose the final dark-skinned lady. She was to his taste with a great bust and exceptionally great backside, but more importantly, she also had similar eyes. 

Her lovely red hair also stood out to him, so he beckoned her over. She smiled bashfully and walked over to sit on his lap, while Darius grinned, waving the other women away. 

"Well then gentlemen, shall we return to our respective lodgings?" 

With wide grins, the other fellows assented. The group left the lounge and headed to their various cabins on the yacht, each one with a woman in their arms, some like Tion not even shy to start caressing his partner\'s assets. 

Darius chuckled and entered a random cabin near the stern. He flicked on the light in the cabin and turned on the air conditioning before turning to gaze at his still shy escort for the night. 

"Hmm, no need to be shy, Beautiful. I only want to give you a night we\'ll both remember." Darius cooed as he hugged her with one arm and placed his other underneath her chin. 

"O-Okay…" the woman whispered, her eyes seemingly enraptured by Darius\' charisma. 

Darius smiled knowingly, and slowly pushed her towards the bed, his lips closing in on the woman\'s. She also reciprocated slowly, merging her lips with Darius\'. 

Darius and his partner seemed to lost in their embrace, especially as their tongues began intertwining. Just as they were about to hit the next step, Darius felt something slip into his mouth from the woman, something shaped like a pellet. 

Immediately, he pushed her away and jumped back, and she did the same. Her formerly bashful demeanor changed into a playful one, as her eyes glinted with malice. 

She spat to the side with disgust. "Ugh, I hate this kind of job. You\'re kinda handsome, but still, I\'d rather not have to do this. Now hurry up and keel over." 

Darius remained standing where he was in silence. "What\'s your name?" 

The woman raised her eyebrows with surprise. "Oh? Does the great and mighty Darius Stone want to know the name of a little nobody like me? I\'m flattered." 

Darius remained silent with his face showing no expression. They continued their staredown for a whole minute, at which point the woman became curious as to how he could remain standing this long. 

Darius answered her curiosity by spitting out the pellet she had tried to force down his throat. Her eyes widened with shock, not believing that her technique had failed her. She was certain that she had pushed it down. 

While it was not impossible to prevent oneself from swallowing and spitting it back out, it required the victim to be aware that such a thing would happen in the first place. 

The redhead\'s eyes narrowed as she gazed at her victim who was smiling at her with a mocking expression. 

"And that is why I never trust women." He remarked as he charged forward.