by Mia Ford
An elderly gentleman opens the door and inquires whether he can be of any assistance.
“Hi sir, I’m urgently looking for one of your past pupils in order to deliver an important message to her regarding the estate of her late grandmother,” I say in my best lawyer’s dialect. The man looks slightly hesitant and I quickly proceed to describe Jenny Williams to him in detail as a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. He looks at me quite quizzically and tilts his head slightly to one side before saying, “You mentioned that you need to deliver an urgent message to this girl regarding the estate of her late grandmother, but how do you know what she looks like? Have you met her before?”
I stand there, absolutely stumped. I felt so proud of the bullshit story I came up with concerning the late estate of Jenny’s alleged grandmother that I totally forgot to think of a back story to explain how I know what she looks like. I cannot very well tell this kind gentleman that I got a good look at Jenny Williams when I and ten of my biker friends had a sex orgy with her a couple of days ago… I somehow get the feeling that it won’t go down too well!
“Uhm…ahh, yes… the thing is,” I stutter, but I can tell that it’s already too late. I should’ve had a short, sharp answer to the gentleman’s question and the fact that I cannot give him an explanation is already sunk my boat.
“If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to get on with and I wish you a wonderful day,” the gentleman says and slams the door shut in my face. I turn around like a high school boy who’s just been told he didn’t make it into the first football team and walk over to my bike with droopy shoulders.
I drive home without any energy and go and lie down on the couch after asking my butler to put the bike in the garage. I get the terrible, sinking feeling that I’ve run out of options and I have absolutely no idea what else I can do to try and find Jenny. I was so excited when I found out what her last name was and now it seems that this specific piece of information ended up helping me nothing whatsoever.
I walk over to the fridge and get myself a cold beer. I drink about half of it and then walk back to the lounge, not sure what to do next. I sit down in front of my laptop and, not knowing what else to do, type in ‘Jenny Williams’ in the Google search box again. I know that I’ve done this at least ten times before, but you never know…
To my utter surprise and amazement, there is a brand-new entry on the third page of my Google search. The heading of the search item is Jenny’s Travels and, just underneath the heading, it’s mentioned that the owner of this specific business is a girl by the name of Jenny Williams. I click on the link and it takes me to a website which, according to the Google search reference, has just gone live within the past six hours.
“No wonder I never saw it when I searched the Internet yesterday,” I mutter to myself and start reading the webpage. It seems to be some kind of travel magazine with lots of interesting articles about restaurants and tourist attractions in LA. It’s really well put together and I’m quite impressed… I would never have figured a sexy girl like Jenny Williams to be a journalist or something along those lines. I suddenly feel an incredible excitement welling up inside me and I jump to my feet and quickly down the rest of my beer
“I’ve found her… I’ve located the sexiest woman on the face of this fucking earth!” I exclaim and march off to the fridge to go and get myself another beer to celebrate. I go back to the webpage and it doesn’t have any phone number for Jenny Williams, but it does have an address and I quickly glance at my watch. It’s already 6 o’clock, so there wouldn’t be any point in going over there right now, but I’ve already decided that I’ll be visiting Jenny’s Travels first thing tomorrow morning, in person!
Chapter 7: Jenny
The magazine is doing very well and we soon have our first five hundred paid subscribers. That, coupled with our advertisers, has us breaking even within the first month of operation. I know it’s not about the money, but the fact that the magazine is already paying its own expenses means a lot to me and Stacy. It proves that we are really capable of making this work and I know that it won’t be long before we start seeing actual profits.
With the confidence of a very successful first month of operation behind us, I hire some more writers and photographers to help us do even better articles the next month. Stacy and I go to a lot of restaurants and take turns writing reviews about the food. Fortunately, the quality of cuisine around Los Angeles is so high that we never find ourselves writing anything other than really glowing and positive reports. We soon become well known around the city and when we get to any new restaurant we are treated like royalty. I feel incredibly fulfilled in my professional life, but still haven’t found any man that I consider starting a steady relationship with… Or even just a meaningless fling.
I keep thinking back to the passion filled evening I spent at the mansion and, even though I know it’s not the common way for a modern 21st-century woman to lose her virginity, I cannot think of anything more exciting I’ve ever done in my entire life and I wish I could experience that same kind of delicious pleasure and passion again.
Stacy and I often sit up late at night, discussing our dreams for the future and I realized that most of mine have not come true. Stacy feels that we should start thinking of expanding our magazine by also writing about subjects other than food and travel, but I feel like we should concentrate on just those two subjects for the moment. I know that Stacy’s ideas are a good one, but I don’t want to lose focus now that everything is running so smoothly.
“I think we can start branching out into new areas as soon as we really feel comfortable with our readership and understand them a bit better,” I say and Stacy thinks about it for a moment before nodding her head.
“I guess you’re right… Perhaps I’m just being too excited about all of this. To be honest, I can’t think of a time in my life when I have been as passionate and amped for anything as I am right now!”
“I know exactly what you mean, to me this all still feels like a dream sometimes and if only I can meet the right guy now, my life would be one hundred percent fulfilled,” I say with a bit of a sigh.
“Don’t tell me about it! I used to date on and off before we started this magazine, but right now I’m focusing on my work so intensely that I can’t even remember the last time I went to a restaurant with anyone other than you,” Stacy says.
“It’s a real pity you and I cannot have a love relationship,” I say with a naughty grin and Stacy slaps me a mile.
“Don’t get started with me… You really are a gorgeous girl and if you don’t like boys I’m sure you can find yourself a couple of hot redhead gals in LA to keep you happy,” she laughs.
“No, I’m okay… I think.” I find myself wondering if that’s really true. Whether I really am okay. Now that I’ve tasted the seduction of professional success it’s quite easy for me to understand how some women spend the rest of their lives just chasing professional promotion without ever sitting down with the guy. There’s something about it which is so empowering and reassuring that it would be easy to forget that I’m also a woman.
“Do you think it would be possible to run a business like ours and also have a man in your life at the same time?” I ask out of the blue and Stacy seems slightly caught offside by my unusual question. She thinks about it carefully before answering.
“You know what? That’s actually a very good question… I haven’t thought about it myself, but when I think of all the time we are spending at the magazine I wonder if there really is place for a man in my life right now…”
“That’s exactly what I thought. But then again, just exactly when do you think it will ever change? The better we do with the magazine the more we are going to invest our time and efforts in it and somewhere along the line we need to make a decision about also having a personal life on the side,” I say.
Stacy doesn’t have a ready answer to my concerns, so we just start talking about something else. But late
r that night, when I lie awake in my brand-new king-size bed, I think back to the night at the mansion. The more I think back about it, the more I seem to remember the blonde guy with the Dragon tattoos… Everyone else who took part in that night of passion have faded from my memory, but for some reason that one blonde guy seems to have come more sharply into focus as I keep running over the things we did upstairs in the mansion at the night of the auction.
“I just wish I could’ve met you under different circumstances,” I whisper to no one in particular and my hand sneaks down to my pussy and starts exploring its wet depths as I try to remember exactly how his touch felt against my naked body. In my mind’s eye I can see his cock standing erect and I can still recall how it tasted when I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it all the way down my throat… Spicy and salty, with just a tang of lust and desire thrown into the mix to make it taste absolutely perfect.
I insert two fingers into my pussy and start finger fucking myself until my breathing becomes erratic with the sense of pleasure and excitement… I move my entire hand over the length of my erect clit with fast movements and feel myself sliding even closer to the valley of delight as my excitement keeps growing. I see his gorgeous blue eyes in my imagination and remember the thrill of watching his naughty smile as he shoved his cock all the way into me… It all becomes too much and the next moment my entire body is racked with spasms of exquisite pleasure as I reach an intense climax. I moan loudly as waves of pleasure wash over me and I find myself yearning for him… wishing that he could be right there next to me to share the moment.
I get up from the bed and decide to take a hot shower. Anything just to get my mind off that guy! But even as I stand there underneath the soothing hot water droplets, I can’t seem to banish him out of my mind. I keep thinking of his look, his touch, his smell and, most of all, his incredible towering presence which seemed to possess my entire body and soul as he fucked me senseless that evening at the mansion.
When I finally fall asleep that evening I dream of him and I wake up the next morning feeling even more near than the night before.
“Just get to work and you’ll soon forget all about him,” I tell myself, but I know it’s a lie. As the day progresses at the office, I keep thinking of him all the time and I start fearing that this might be some kind of obsession… an obsession with absolutely no future, as I have no idea where he is and, even if I did, I know that he probably thinks of me as nothing more than a sexual object which provided him and his biker friends with some fun for one evening.
When I eventually manage to start focusing on an article which I’m writing about a new restaurant in town, I feel a sense of relief and inspiration as the subject finally fills my mind with thoughts other than the blonde biker guy with the dragon tattoos.
Just when I’m nicely settled and engrossed in my work, Stacy walks into my office and interrupts me.
“I’m really sorry to disturb you honey, but there is someone here to see you and I really think you’re going to want to see him too,” she says.
“Oh Stacy, can you do me a favor and just take care of it? I really don’t have time to see anyone now and I’m just getting along nicely with this article over here,” I say, thinking that it’s probably a photographer or one of the new journalists I’ve hired.
“Like I said… I think this is one office call you want to take personally,” Stacy said and before I can repeat my request that she should handle it herself, I see someone appearing behind her in the door. I feel more than just a little irritated and I’m just about to tell the guy that he should leave with Stacy so she can help him with whatever business brought him into my office but when she moves away and I can see who it is standing behind her. At first, my mind refuses to accept the signals which my eyes are sending to my brain… Surely it cannot be? But it is… It’s the Dragon tattoo guy from the mansion!
“I’m really sorry to disturb you in your active labor, but I thought I’d just drop by and say hi,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for a guy who’s taken part in a gangbang with me to show up at my work and shoot the breeze. I get up very slowly, partially out of shock and partially in an attempt to stop myself from hyperventilating.
“How did you find me… I mean, what do you want… I mean…”
“For the owner of a brand-new magazine you’re not too smooth with words, are you?” He says and I know he’s just making a joke to break the tension, but I feel slightly irritated with what he just said.
“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it’s not every day that someone like you arrives here unannounced and I wasn’t exactly preparing myself to make a neat little speech to someone who has… how shall I put it, spent such a raucous time with me a couple of evenings ago.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, no need for you to get riled up or twist your panties in a knot,” he says, “I was just wondering if you would like to go out for a couple of drinks with me later today.”
Just like that. The guy I’ve been fantasizing about for the last couple of days finally stands in front of me and he’s acting so obnoxious that I simply cannot find it within myself to say yes to him. A certain part of my body is telling me that I’m an absolute idiot; that I should just jump at this opportunity and have some drinks with him and then go back to his place and bang his brains out… But I’m at work and my intellectual side gets the better of me.
“You know what? As nice as that sounds, I simply don’t think I’m going to have the time to go out and reminisce about the good old days with you. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’ve got some work to get on with,” I say and sit down behind my desk again.
He stands there with a look on his face like I’ve just poured ice cold water all over his enthusiasm.
“Are you really sure about that? I mean, I was just thinking…”
“No, I told you I don’t want to go out with you, now if you’ll please excuse me!” I say with such force that he finally turns around and leaves. I suddenly feel as if I want to jump up and run after him… as if I want to grab him and tell him that I didn’t mean anything that I just said. But I’m frozen, stiff in my chair and I do absolutely nothing while the object of my desire disappears the same way he’d come so unexpectedly.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stacy asks in a really surprised tone of voice. I look up and she’s standing at my door, shaking her head as if she cannot believe what she’s just heard.
“What you mean? Do you really expect me to go out with a guy who had a gang bang with me and ten of his biker friends?”
“Look, I understand that it’s kind of weird for him to show up here out of the blue like that… But did you see what he looks like?!” Stacy exclaims and I know exactly what she means. He looked even hotter than I remembered him in my fantasies and I know that any girl in her right mind would absolutely leap at the opportunity of going out with a guy like him.
“I know he’s fairly hot, but I just don’t think we’ll ever be able to get past the strange way we met and I’m kind of scared I’ll just end up sitting there all night long with him, feeling uncomfortable or something,” I say in an incoherent attempt to justify my behavior.
“Jenny Williams, that sentence you just uttered was so incoherent it should be taken outside and shot,” Stacy says with a broad grin, “you know very well that you want him more than you want anything else in this world and if I were you I would just get past my own stubbornness and give the guy a chance!”
I think about it for a moment and realized that my best friend has a point. “Perhaps you’re right Stacy but, as you can see, he’s gone now and I didn’t take his number so there’s absolutely no way for me to fall down at his feet and do as you suggest.”
“Don’t you worry honey, from the way he kept staring at your body while you stood there all indignantly, telling him off, I get the feeling he will be back,” Stacy says with a broad grin.
“How the hell do you kn
ow about the way he looked at me? Were you eavesdropping?” I ask with mock indignation.
“No, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was standing right here out in the open, watching the whole thing to make sure I don’t miss out on any juicy detail of it,” she says and we both burst out laughing.
He really is hot, isn’t he?” I say when we finally calmed down.
“Baby, he’s hot and then some… He’s so hot I think he gives a whole new definition to the entire concept of hotness. Perhaps we should describe him as uber-hot or something,” Stacy says and finally turns around to leave me to my work again.
I sit there and I try to run through the incident in my mind again to figure out why I acted the way I did. I want him so much, yet a certain part of me is afraid that he just came around because he wants to use me for sex. But, even as I consider this possibility, I find myself wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have a purely physical relationship with a guy like the blonde biker… and I wonder what the hell his name is again? Did he say that it was Brad? Whatever his name is, I suddenly start thinking that, even if it’s only for one night, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing just to jump into his bed and experience some of that same passion again which I shared with him and all his biker friends.… Might even be nice to have him all to myself this time!
I tried to do some work but I find it really hard to concentrate now. The gorgeous hunk is now more than just a figment of my fantasies and the fact that he’s been here, right here in my office, makes the whole thing very real. I suddenly wonder how the experience at the mansion has changed me. I used to be quite reserved and dismissive of guys by reason of the fact that they never seemed to measure up to the perfect picture of the perfect man I always keep in my mind… a perfect picture which looks exactly like my late father. Right now, I don’t think I’m all that reserved anymore… after all, I now have an incredible sex orgy in my past and it would be hard for me to act all innocent and pure after that. But I still feel like I want to keep all guys at arm’s length and I’m not really sure I’m ready to allow anyone to get close to me just yet. Even if it is just for sex.