by Mia Ford
I decide to go back to my own place to get some sleep and smile at my trusty butler as he lets me in. He knows better than to ask about the details of where I’ve been and I like it that way. I don’t even have the strength to take a shower and just fall on top of my bed, totally exhausted. Jenny has truly fucked the life out of me and I quickly fall asleep.
The moment I drift off, I immediately have a very vivid dream and I’m not too surprised to find that it’s about Jenny. I dream that she and I are back at the mansion, but this time none of my biker friends are with us. We are back in the same room where we just spent the night having a wild sex orgy, but this time the atmosphere is very different… There is soft music playing in the background and the lights are on dim. I take her into my arms and we start dancing. For some reason, the simple act of dancing with Jenny in my dream is almost more erotic than the entire night of sex I’d just had with her.
I wake up in cold sweat and sit up straight in my bed. It’s still light outside and I realize that my physical condition is almost like that of a man experiencing jet lag. Even though it’s roughly 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I feel as if it should be the middle of the night. I decide that there’s no point in sleeping anymore, as I’ll probably end up having a sleepless night if I spend too much time sleeping during the day.
I go downstairs and make myself a strong cup of coffee. I still feel tired, but the coffee quickly injects some adrenaline into my system. I walk around aimlessly, pacing through the room like a caged animal… wondering how on earth I can get a hold of Jenny. I was hoping that a bit of sleep would wipe my mind clean and help me get rid of the thought of her, but it has done exactly the opposite. She’s now first and foremost in my mind and I cannot get rid of the incredible sense of belonging I’d experienced whilst dreaming of her.
I realize, right away, that this is not going to just blow over. I’ve got a bad thing for her and I’m going to have to find her. The only problem is that I’m not much of a private investigator myself and I have no idea how to locate the person like Jenny. I have no idea where she lives and I don’t even know what her last name is.
“I’m sorry to disturb you sir, but Gary is here to see you,” my butler announces and lets my best friend in.
“Man, was that some night!” Gary says and I can see that it will take a very long time before that smile disappears from his face.
“It sure was, I’ve just woken up after taking a bit of a nap and I’m still feeling tired,” I say.
“Well, I’m glad to see that you’re still alive and me and the rest of the guys were thinking about taking a long road trip tomorrow. Was wondering if you’d be up to join us?”
“That sounds great Gary, but I need to spend time with a special lady friend of mine and I really have some things I need to take care of here at home, so I think you guys should just take the trip without me,” I say, thinking that I’d rather spend the next couple of days looking for Jenny than going out on the road with my motorcycle club. This, in itself, is a very clear indication that the girl has truly taken hold of my mind. Normally, there’s nothing I like more than going out on the road with my mates and just eating up the miles on my Harley.
Gary looks slightly disappointed, especially about the fact that I seem to be more interested in spending time with some woman than with my biker friends, but he leaves eventually after I promise that I will be joining him and the rest of the guys again on the next road trip.
As soon as he walks out the door, I sit down and pour myself another cup of black coffee. I throw it back in one gulp and enjoy the way it splashes around the inside of my stomach. I feel slightly guilty that I’m letting my brothers in the LA Dragon’s down for the sake of this thing I feel for Jenny, but I realize that I’m going to be no good to them anyway if my mind’s in a different place all the time while we are out on the road.
I think about it some more and then realize that the best place for me to start looking is at the mansion, where I met Jenny for the first time. I know it’s going to be slightly awkward and I’m not entirely certain that the organizer of the event, who also seems to be the owner of the mansion, will be all that helpful. I can understand why they have such strict rules at these auctions where they sell off virgins… after all, you don’t want the girls to be harassed by anyone afterwards and this is probably also why Jenny was allowed to leave by the back door so no one could follow her. But I’ve been rich for long enough to know that little bit of cash can sometimes go a long way and I quickly stuff a couple of hundred dollar bills into my pocket. Thinking that it might not be enough, I take out a big wad of bills from a drawer and quickly give it a rough count. There is more than fifty thousand dollars there and I feel fairly certain that it will do the trick of greasing the organizer’s hand palms a bit to get his cooperation.
I go outside, get on my Harley and hit the road. I realize that I’m still dressed in the exact same clothes I’d been wearing the previous day, but I couldn’t give a damn. I’m not going to some fancy function and if the owner thinks I smell funny or something I’ll just add another thousand dollars to my bribe.
When I pull up in front of the gates which separates the main road from the mansion I don’t see anyone there and I have to press a button on the intercom and wait.
“Good day, are you here to do a delivery?” someone who is obviously a servant, asks.
“No, I’ve just come to see the owner so can you please let me in,” I say.
“Can you please state your business, sir?” the servant replies and I nearly lose my temper.
“Let me put it this way, if you don’t open up this goddamned gate right now I will kick it open! I have some urgent business to discuss with the owner of this mansion and I suggest you open this gate immediately!”
There is a moment of silence and I wonder if I’ve overplayed my hand. But then the gates slowly swing open and I opened the throttle to drive up to the front of the mansion.
“Ah, you’re back again. Could you please explain why you found it necessary to address my servant that way?” the owner asks from his position at the top of the stairs. I can see that he is slightly irritated.
“I apologize for losing my temper,” I say, “I just really need some information about that girl I met here last night… Jenny?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you any of that information. As you know, we are pretty strict about that kind of thing. Was it not explained to you before the auction last night?”
I walked up to the man and hand him half of the money I brought. I know that he’s probably very rich in his own right, but cash is cash and I can see that my gesture makes quite an impression on him.
“I really don’t want you to do anything illegal or against the rules, but I just liked that girl a lot and I want to take her out for dinner sometime. Do you think you could perhaps tell me where to get a hold of her… give me her number or something like that?”
The man looks at me for a moment and I can tell that he’s caught between two thoughts. On the one hand, he probably doesn’t want to jeopardize the nice business he has with these auctions. I mean, there must’ve been more than two hundred men at his mansion the previous evening and, at a thousand dollars per head entrance fee, that amounts to a nice two hundred thousand dollars for the evening, all payable to him in cash. On the other hand, I just handed him roughly 25,000 dollars and is difficult for him to walk away from that kind of bonus amount of cash. I decide to make my final play and take out the rest of the money from my pocket.
“Perhaps this will help you to make a final decision,” I say and hand him the rest of the money. He stands there with roughly 50,000 dollars in cash in his hands and I know that we’ve got a winner. He looks at me and then gestures to me that I should follow him inside.
“I’m only doing this because you’re obviously a gentleman… Please don’t mention to anyone that I gave you any information,” he says and I quickly indicate that I will keep his assistan
ce to me strictly confidential. We walk over to his office and he pulls out a file with some documents in it.
“I’m going to give you the only information that I can possibly share with you, as the details of her bank account and so on is definitely off the table,” he says.
“I totally understand, whatever information you can give me will be appreciated,” I say and looked at him expectantly.
“Well, her surname is Williams… Jenny Williams, and that’s all I can tell you.”
“Thank you, that helps a lot and I truly appreciate you helping me with this!” I say and my heart starts beating excitedly inside my chest. I quickly leave the mansion and drive out the gates as fast as I can. Now that I know her name I feel confident that it won’t be too long before I physically locate her.
“Jenny Williams get ready, here I come!” I shout as I drive back to my own place with the wind whistling past me on my Harley Davidson.
I get home and rush inside. The first thing I do is to grab a local telephone directory and I start looking for the name ‘Jenny Williams’. My heart sinks when I discover that there are seventeen people by the name of ‘Jenny Williams’ listed for my area. What’s more, when I start dialing the numbers many of them no longer exist. I take a look at the front cover of the telephone directory and realize that it’s more than 10 years old. Having spent the last couple of years on the road, I haven’t really had time to do stuff like getting the latest telephone directory. Most of these things are now digital anyway and I’m struck by the thought that I might have better success if I just go onto the Internet and look her up there.
I open up my laptop, find the Google search page and type in ‘Jenny Williams’. But this search yields even less than my telephone directory efforts, as there are thousands upon thousands of internet pages with the name ‘Jenny Williams’ on it. Not only is it a very common name, it also seems there are many characters in books and novels bearing the name ‘Jenny Williams’.
“Dammit!” I exclaim and slam my laptop shut. I rack my brains for a possible solution to my predicament and then it strikes me… Facebook!
I quickly open up my laptop again and find my Facebook profile. I haven’t been on it for ages, so it takes me a while before I remember the password. When I finally get onto my homepage I quickly type ‘Jenny Williams’ in the search box. The results are fairly similar to what I got on the Internet… There are so many profiles bearing the name ‘Jenny Williams’ that I quickly realize it’s going to be an impossible task to check all of them. Not only are there too many profiles to check, many of the profiles don’t have a picture of a face and I’m never going to know when I’m actually looking at the profile of the ‘Jenny Williams’ I’m looking for.
I walk over to the kitchen and make a massive pot of fresh coffee. I’m not about to give up and, even if it takes me the rest of the weekend and twenty pots of black coffee, I’m going to figure out a way to find her!
Chapter 5: Jenny
I’m so excited when the taxi drops Stacy and me off in front of her apartment that I can barely contain myself. We run inside and go on to my Internet banking base just to make sure the whole thing is actually real. I login and there it is again… My balance is now seven hundred and fifty-two thousand dollars. The other two thousand dollars was all I had in my account before last night and now I am rich!
“You know, until I saw my bank balance going over seven and fifty thousand dollars I thought the whole thing might just be a hoax,” I say with a happy grin and Stacy dances around her apartment like little kid who’s just got the bike for Christmas.
“It’s absolutely unbelievable! I want you to tell me each and every single little detail of what happened last night,” Stacy says and sits down in front of me with a very expectant look on her pretty face. I look at her and suddenly feel incredibly grateful to who is my best friend. If it wasn’t for her I would never even have known about the Virgin auction.
“I promise you I’m going to tell you everything that happened… but right now I’m beginning to feel a bit tired,” I said, and really meant it. I guess the act of fucking eleven bikers all night has finally gotten to me and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it over to my own apartment before I fall asleep.
“You know what? I’m also feeling tired and I don’t want to miss a single thing when you finally tell me all about it, so I think we should both take a little nap right now,” Stacy says and I immediately fall down on my back on her comfortable couch. Stacy drops down on the opposite end of the same couch and drags a blanket over the both of us. She always keeps a blanket nearby, as she spends most of her evenings on the couch, watching TV. It doesn’t take long before I drifted off to dreamland and, not surprisingly, I fall into such a deep sleep that I don’t even remember what I dreamed when I wake up later that same day.
“Man, I really enjoyed that little nap,” Stacy says and rubs her eyes as she sits up straight on the couch after waking up a couple of minutes after me.
“I guess it’s time I told you all about the juicy details of what I did with those bikers upstairs in the mansion last night,” I say with a naughty grin, “but I’ve been thinking about it and I believe the two of us deserve to treat ourselves a little tonight!”
“That sounds great… What exactly is it that you have in mind?” Stacy asks. I look at her for a moment and then make up my mind.
“You and I are going to go to the most expensive restaurant in Los Angeles and have ourselves a real stylish time!” I shout excitedly and then both of us jump to our feet and embrace to start off the evening’s celebrations. We both go to Stacy’s room and she borrows me one of her outfits, a trendy little red number and silver sandals to go with it. I look in the mirror and realize I haven’t even taken off my earrings. They actually go quite nicely with the outfit, so I keep them on and splash some quick makeup on my face. That said, I don’t think we need to spend any more time making ourselves pretty,” I say and Stacy nods her head in quick agreement.
“Okay, I’m ready to go!” She says and the next moment we are on our way to ‘Les Mans’, the most expensive French restaurant in Los Angeles. We take a taxi and I give the guy a twenty dollar tip as we get out. Stacy just smiles at my extravagance and we bounce inside the restaurant and find ourselves a beautiful table near the window.
“Good evening Madame,” a fancy French waiter says with a sexy French accent as he hands us each a menu, “Can I get you anything to drink and some tasty hors d’oeuvres to start the evening?”
“Yes thank you,” I say in my most modest voice, “We will take the most expensive champagne you have and after that we’ll decide what we want to have for hors d’oeuvres.” My pronunciation of the French word is so funny that Stacy bursts out laughing and I cannot contain myself either, so I laugh out loud with her.
“Oui Madame, I will bring you our best bottle of Moët et Chandon French champagne,” the waiter says with just the hint of a smile around his mouth corners and makes a little bow before turning around to go and fetch our drinks. Stacy looks on the drinks menu and her eyes open wide when she sees the price of the bottle of champagne. Next line “Good Lord! That bottle of champagne you just ordered goes for two hundred and sixty dollars a bottle,” she whispers in a low, conspiratorial voice. At first, I feel slightly shocked to hear this news, but then I realize that I have seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars in the bank and I find all of the stress draining out of my body.
“In that case, I think we should order two bottles!” I say and we both burst out laughing again. The waiter returns with the champagne and pours us each a glass. I take a little sip and love the way the bubbles seem to dance around on my tongue. The champagne is slightly more bitter than I expected, but I soon realize why it is so expensive… it leaves a beautiful aftertaste on my tongue and I can’t wait to take another sip.
“Don’t you just love the way it seems to set your belly on fire?” Stacy says and I can tell that she has also fallen in love w
ith the expensive champagne. When the waiter returns we decide to try out the is escargot, a fancy French name for snails.
“Eww, do you really think we’ll be able to eat that?” Stacy says when I explain to her what we are about to eat.
“Don’t worry, if you don’t like it you can spit it out again,” I say and Stacy pulls a sour face. A moment later the waiter returns and the snails actually look a lot more palatable than it sounds when you think about what you are eating. They swim around in a little butter source and we each get a small little fork with which we each dig out a single snail.
“On three!” I say and count to three. We both put the snails in our mouths and, to my shock and surprise, it’s absolutely delicious! It has a buttery, garlicky taste and it simply melts away on my tongue like some kind of heavenly angel’s food.
“Hmmm, this is absolutely gorgeous,” Stacy says and closes her eyes as she puts another snail in her mouth. We sit there and enjoy our starters, washing it down with copious amounts of expensive French champagne. It feels really good to have money to spoil ourselves for a change and I find myself thinking back to all those evenings when Stacy and I used to sit in her apartment, eating two-minute noodles and drinking Kool-Aid because we didn’t have money for anything better.