The Billionaire and His PA

his apartment. The walls dividing his apartment from the outside world were made out of glass, letting him see the world around him but preventing anyone outside from knowing wh

his room expecting to take a quick shower, change into his comfortable silk pajamas and then fall asleep under the relaxing atmosphere of the weighted blanket he had gotten himself for Christmas. He however was not expecting to see a woman lying down on his bed. She was scrolling nonchalantly through her phone and her perfectly toned legs swinging in the air made her look like someone straight out from a cringe 80s teen chick-lit sitcom. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?” He growled once he laid eyes on her. The woman jumped off his bed with a startled squeak. Her phone fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She cringed when she heard the sound but didn’t take her eyes off him. “Mr. Callahan sir.” She stuttered. “My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at-home prostitute service. Their website allowed patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories, or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so. He had been using the services for a while usually contacting them whenever he had grown bored of fucking his own hand. The deal was simple. He would arrange for the type of girl he wanted for the night, providing her with temporary access codes to his apartment. The girl would wait for him on his bed in a sultry position (he had once gotten home to meet a girl with her legs spread wide open) until he got home. Once he arrived, he would fuck the girl senseles