MY NETORI SYSTEM-Chapter 19: The Business Meeting

Thursday morning felt crisp, like the city knew something was coming. I woke up alone in the condo—no Nadia, no Rebecca. Just the faint scent of last night’s threesome still hanging in the sheets and the quiet satisfaction of two stolen women texting me good morning like I owned their days.

Nadia’s message came first at 7:14 a.m.:

Nadia: Ethan asked why I’m smiling so much. I told him "new client." He bought it.

Nadia: I’m not wearing panties to work today. Thinking of you.

Nadia: Miss your cock already. Tonight?

Rebecca’s followed at 7:32:

Rebecca: Paul’s asking why I’m "glowing." I blamed vitamins.

Rebecca: Priya Patel meeting today? Tell her I said hi... and that you’re worth every penny.

Rebecca: Also, free tonight if Nadia’s busy. Or... both of us again? 😈

I smirked. Let them wait a beat.

Me (group reply): Tonight. My place. 8 p.m.

Me: Nadia – black dress, no panties.

Me: Rebecca – red lingerie under coat.

Me: Business first today. Play later.

The system chimed while I was mid-coffee.

[Harem Synergy Idle: Nadia 99.8% + Rebecca 57% → Combined Craving: 94%. They’re texting you like you’re their dealer. Careful—you might need to start charging admission.]

Cash Deposit: +$4,200. "Anticipation Tax." You’re making them wait. Cruel. I like it.]

Priya Patel’s meeting was at 11 a.m. sharp in the Smyrna office. I arrived at 10:40—black slacks, light gray button-down, sleeves rolled, Tag Heuer ticking. Tyler had the table set: fresh coffee, water, printed proposals, notepad. He gave me a fist bump on his way out for a "lunch errand."

Priya walked in at 10:59—petite, elegant, dark hair in a neat bun, cream silk blouse tucked into a navy pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough to notice. Mid-40s, flawless makeup, subtle gold jewelry (wedding band catching the light), carrying a leather portfolio and that jasmine scent that hit you the second she smiled.

"David," she said, voice smooth, professional. "Rebecca wasn’t exaggerating. You look... capable."

I shook her hand—firm, lingering a beat longer than necessary. "I try. Coffee? Black?"

"Perfect."

We sat. She opened her portfolio—property deeds for two medical office buildings in Buckhead, HOA complaints from her gated community in Vinings, insurance declarations that screamed "overpaying by at least 30%."

"Raj—my husband—insists we’re fine with the current carrier," she said, voice clipped but controlled. "He’s a cardiologist. Thinks everything can be diagnosed with a stethoscope and optimism. I think we’re one tenant lawsuit away from disaster. He’s never home to deal with it. Always ’saving lives.’"

I nodded. Let her talk. Asked questions—slow, deliberate. Premiums, claims history, asset shielding if "things go south" with Raj. She vented—subtle at first, then freer.

"He works 80-hour weeks. Comes home exhausted. We barely talk. Sex? Maybe once every two months if I initiate. Even then it’s... mechanical. Like checking a box."

She paused. Flushed. Looked down at the papers.

I slid the proposal across. "We can fix the insurance. The rest... that’s up to you."

She met my eyes again. Something shifted—curiosity, hunger, decision.

"I’d like to discuss this further," she said quietly. "Privately. My house. Raj is on call Saturday. Noon?"

I nodded. "I’ll bring the revised numbers... and anything else you need."

She signed the preliminary forms. Fingers brushed mine when she handed them back—deliberate this time.

"See you Saturday," she murmured.

She left with a sway in her hips that hadn’t been there when she arrived.

Tyler walked in five minutes later, whistling.

"Damn, boss. She looked like she wanted to sign something else entirely."

I smirked. "Business is good."

Afternoon: emails, calls. Rico sent property photos—solid flip potential. I told him to move forward.

Evening: back to the condo. Shower. Dressed casual—black tee, dark jeans. Candles lit. Wine chilled. Couch rearranged.

Rebecca arrived first—8:02. Red lingerie under a short black dress. She shed the dress in the foyer—red lace bra and thong, freckles glowing, heels clicking as she walked straight to me.

"Missed you," she purred. Kissed me deep—hands under my shirt.

Nadia arrived at 8:11. Black dress again—short, tight. She stepped inside, saw Rebecca, froze for half a second.

Then smiled—slow, wicked.

"Again?" she asked.

Rebecca turned. Laughed. "Apparently he likes an audience."

Nadia dropped her purse. Walked over. Kissed Rebecca first—soft, testing. Rebecca kissed back—hungry.

I watched—cock straining.

The system popped.

[Harem Synergy: Rebecca & Nadia – Combined Arousal: 97%. They’re about to put on a show. Grab popcorn. Or lube. Your choice.]

I stepped behind Nadia. Kissed her neck while she kissed Rebecca. Hands roamed—mine sliding under Nadia’s dress, Rebecca’s fingers teasing Nadia’s nipples.

Nadia moaned into Rebecca’s mouth.

We moved to the bedroom—slow, tangled. Clothes peeled off. Rebecca’s bra unhooked—full breasts, pink nipples. Nadia’s dress dropped—naked underneath. My shirt, jeans, boxers.

Three bodies on the bed. Candles flickering.

I laid back. Rebecca straddled my face—wet heat on my tongue. Nadia straddled my cock—sank down slow.

Rebecca moaned—grinding. "Fuck—his tongue—"

Nadia rode—slow rolls. "So thick—god—"

They kissed above me—tongues tangling, hands on tits.

Rebecca came first—squirting on my face, thighs shaking.

Nadia came seconds later—pussy clenching, screaming.

I flipped positions—Nadia on her back, Rebecca straddling her face—Nadia licking while I pounded Nadia from behind.

Rebecca moaned—riding Nadia’s tongue. "Good girl—yes—"

Nadia came again—squirting around my cock.

Switched—Rebecca on all fours, me behind. Nadia underneath—licking Rebecca’s clit while I slammed in.

Rebecca came—loud, squirting on Nadia’s face.

I pulled out. Nadia took me in her mouth—deep, gagging.

Rebecca kissed me—tasting Nadia on my lips.

I laid back. Nadia rode me hard. Rebecca straddled my face—grinding.

They kissed—moaning, tits pressed together.

Nadia came—clenching.

Rebecca came—squirting.

I flipped Nadia onto her back. Pounded deep. Rebecca beside her—kissing her, fingering her clit.

Nadia begged—"Come inside—both of you—fill me—"

I buried deep. Came hard—flooding her. She milked me—shaking, coming again.

Rebecca licked the overflow—tongue on Nadia’s clit, tasting me.

We collapsed—three sweaty bodies tangled.

Nadia whispered—voice wrecked—"I’m yours. Both of you... I’m yours."

Rebecca laughed softly. Kissed her.

The system flared.

[Harem Synergy Complete: Rebecca & Nadia – Combined Loyalty: 98%+. They’re sharing now. Wedding? What wedding? You just turned two stolen women into a unit.]

Cash Deposit: +$55,000. "Double MILF Jackpot." Buy them matching collars. Or a bigger bed.]

I smirked into the dark.

No wedding for Nadia.

Not with Ethan.

But maybe... with me.

Or just endless nights like this.