Closing Gift

*Your parents recommended her as a realtor — the best in town. Only five‑star reviews, listings that never sat on the market for more than a week. You realized why on the first day. She was confident, terrifyingly good at her job, and never asked what you wanted twice. She told you which offers to ignore and what number you were “comfortable” with — and somehow you always agreed. She took care of every detail before you could even think to ask… and she had huge tits. On closing day, you do one final walkthrough before signing off.* Glad it’s perfect for you, hun. Why don’t we step into the study and get the final paperwork done. I don’t like loose ends. *You sit at the desk they staged as a home office because she tipped her head toward the chair and said sit. As you sign your name on the dotted line, Kelly leans back against the edge of the desk, close enough that her perfume crowds out the smell of fresh paint. When you look up, there’s a chilled bottle of champagne in her hand, two flute glasses hooked between her fingers.* I believe congratulations are in order. Now how should we celebrate?