by Nella Tyler
A startup company CEO was different, though. Startups were a breed of their own and their CEO’s could be anywhere on the crazy train. I had personally visited with CEO’s that were absolutely and utterly insane. I had also visited with CEO’s that were clearly saner than I was.
I started by looking into Alicia’s college years—often when crazy first reveals itself. When researching a company, or CEO, I typically found arrests and a variety of other wild and interesting facts. It was unbelievable how much personal information was available on the internet to anyone who had a credit card and a little spare time.
Alicia didn’t seem to have too wild of a time while she was in college. She had the typical 4.0 GPA, extremely common among CEO’s. Alicia was beautiful and bright, a total double whammy. I continued to dig for dirt on her or her company but, unfortunately, I kept coming up empty-handed.
There was no previous arrests, no arrests for fighting for endangered animal rights. Alicia had absolutely nothing hiding in her past—well, at least nothing that I could find from my internet research. I thought I might need to hire a private investigator.
I continued on for much of the evening as I poured through ever piece of information about Alicia that was available online. I understood it might not all be real information, but I just needed to get a general understanding of what her life was really like. Did she really have the drive and dedication to growing her company to the level that she needed? I wasn’t sure, but what I was sure of was her dedication to her business. But dedication wasn’t always enough.
As I flipped through some pictures that had Alicia tagged in them, I came across one of her in front of Donald Trump Towers. The building was literally across the street from me and I couldn’t believe she lived there.
With one single phone call, I was able to find out what apartment she lived in and what her typical scheduled looked like. Knowing her schedule was about more than just watching her for my own enjoyment. The more I understood and could communicate with the CEO, the better I felt about making a purchase.
I needed to talk to Alicia; that was the next logical step in my research process. The problem was, I didn’t want her to know who I was. I knew she had seen me on the trading room floor, but I couldn’t let her know how high up I was in my organization. If she thought I was just a lowly floor trader, she would be more likely to give me information about her company. Floor traders didn’t have the power to run their own funds and just spent their day initiating the trades that they were ordered to do.
Since I had her typical daily schedule now, it was easy to find her the next morning when I showed up at her favorite coffee shop. I made sure to sit by the door and did my best to get her attention without looking like I had purposely tried to get her attention.
I spilled my coffee all over my pretend papers just as she opened the door to walk out of the coffee shop. Naturally, she thought she had bumped my coffee on accident and she rushed to help me salvage whatever papers I could get away from the coffee spill.
“Crap, I can’t believe this,” I pretended to be concerned.
“I’m really sorry, my bag must have knocked over your cup,” Alicia said as she looked at me and seemed to realize that she recognized me from somewhere.
“It’s alright, it’s not like these papers were the only thing between me and the unemployment line,” I teased her.
“Oh, shit. I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked as we had finally salvaged the papers that we could.
I hoped she didn’t look too closely at the graphs or papers on the table, none of them were even from this year. They were print outs from previous research I did over two years before. The outdated information was sometimes helpful to me when I researched and sometimes it wasn’t useful at all. The non-useful paper typically went into my shredder, but I happened to have been behind on my shredding.
To be honest, I was behind on everything in my life. Most of my friends had steady girlfriends or wives to come home to. They had children, dogs or other things to keep them occupied. All I had was work; I would spend up to sixteen hours a day at work and sometimes fell asleep so exhausted when I got home that I would forget to take off my clothes.
“You can go on a date with me,” I offered as a way for her to make it up to me.
“How is going on a date with you going to help you after getting coffee all over your papers?” She laughed at me as she contemplated what I had asked her.
“Oh, it will help. My concentration will be better, I’ll sleep better and I’ll be much happier if I got to go on a date with you.”
It was hard for women to say no to me. The way I looked them in the eye and made it more like a statement than a question was always very helpful to me.
“I have a big business deal that is getting ready to go on. I don’t think I have time for a date anytime soon.”
Well, at least she didn’t say she was gay. From our conversation so far, I was almost 100% sure that Alicia Warren was not a lesbian. She looked at me with a passion that only a straight woman could have.
“When will these big plans of yours be done?” I asked as I continued to pretend like I had no idea who she was.
“The hardest part will be over soon, but I still won’t have very much time to date. I run a company and have to work to make sure I can meet all the rules and regulations that go around running a business.”
She seemed a little annoyed with me and my attempt to ask her out on a date. I certainly didn’t want to annoy her, but I did need to make sure that she had at least one drink with me. Having a drink with me almost always meant that the girl was going to sleep with me, I didn’t think Alicia was any different.
If I had to have sex with her to get the information I needed, then that was what I was going to do. I needed that locked information about Alicia’s company and couldn’t give up on finding what I needed.
“You need someone to celebrate with; let’s at least have a drink and discuss the idea of going on a date,” I said as I smiled from ear to ear at Alicia.
It was hard to resist my smile. I knew most women would just melt when presented with my dimples on each of my cheeks. I took one step closer to Alicia to make sure she understood that I wanted her just as much as I wanted information about her company.
Alicia looked a little uptight and I was already planning the types of drinks that she might like to order while out on a date. She seemed like a vodka kind of gal, or perhaps a fruity lemon drop drink? No matter what she wanted to order, I needed to get to know her. I wasn’t comfortable buying up thousands of shares of her company stock until I was able to research her financials.
“You aren’t going to stop until I cave in, are you?”
“Nope. When I want something, I’m not afraid to go after it.”
“You want me?” Alicia smiled as she took a step toward me.
“Oh, you know what I mean,” I said with a sly smile.
I had a ton of information that I wanted to know more about the company overall. I wanted to know more about her purchase orders and what a typical day looked like and pretty much everything else about Alicia and her company that she wouldn’t tell anyone else.
I felt like Alicia and I had chemistry between us that just wasn’t seen very often with women in this field. The women tended to work even more than the men because they always felt like they needed to prove themselves. I liked any woman who was able to build up a company from scratch. I might not actually want to sleep with them, though because most of the CEO’s that I knew were really uptight.
“Let’s discuss all of this over a drink. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock. Where do you live?” I pulled a pen out of my pocket and gave it to Alicia to write down her phone number and address, although I already had both of them. I needed Alicia to give me the names and numbers of the people she worked with so I could research their end of the business as well. It all started with me getting an invitation to her house.
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bsp; Before buying Alicia’s IPO, I wanted to fuck her all night long and into the day too. Her body enticed me more than other women that I typically went out with. She was tall and thin and had the most perfect red hair. Her breasts were perky and stood at attention with just the right amount of cleavage for the business world.
“I guess one drink won’t hurt,” Alicia said as she grabbed my pen and wrote down her address and the phone number that I could contact her on.
Chapter Six
I didn’t mind taking a pretty girl on a date; in fact I enjoyed the conversation. Women were just a different breed and it was nice to spend time with them. I don’t just mean beautiful women, almost every woman I had met I enjoyed talking to in one way or another.
Sure there were the ones that annoyed me. But I found it sort of a game to try and find a topic that they could talk about that wouldn’t drive me crazy. The key was to find something that they were passionate about. As soon as you found their passion, you could zero in on a much more vulnerable area of their life. When let their guard down as they talked about their passion it was beautiful. If you showed a genuine interest in something that they were passionate about, you pretty much guaranteed that you would get laid that night.
I had an idea that Alicia was used to guys meeting her and trying to take her out. I needed to stand out if I wanted to have a chance with her at all. It was a balance between standing out and looking like a schmuck though and I wasn’t about to look like a schmuck to any woman.
I used my car service and pulled up in front of Alicia’s building. I was eager to see her apartment and see if I could figure out where she might store her personal files. Women tended to keep their personal and important things close to them so I didn’t think she would keep all those files at work. Perhaps she had a home office I could sneak into?
Unfortunately as I got out of my car, I saw Alicia exiting her building. She was prompt and ready to go. Either eager to go on a date with me or eager to get it over with; I wasn’t sure just yet.
“Wow, you’re stunning.”
“That’s sweet of you, thank you.”
I held the car door open for Alicia and she climbed into the black sedan. She was stunning. It wasn’t a pick-up line at all. I had trained myself well to be able to find genuine compliments for a woman. As much as men liked to think that women didn’t care what you complimented them on; they did. A woman would not see the compliment as genuine if you couldn’t maintain eye contact with them and smile as you gave the compliment. So it was just easier to actually find things to compliment a woman on instead of using the same line as every other guy.
“Did you do something different with your hair? It looks like one of those supermodels in Times Square,” I said as I reached out and gently touched the tip of her hair.
Alicia smiled and I felt like I had received my first win of the night. A very slight softening of her demeanor happened and I could see here blue eyes look at me for a brief second with a little less disdain than before.
Alicia was clearly a beautiful woman and I had to believe she knew it. She appeared to be very confident and didn’t seem to need the typical reassurance about her looks. But under her hardcore business woman appearance, I was sure there was a soft woman that I could get what I wanted from.
“I might have showered,” she said with a sly smile.
“Well, that was nice of you.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to have to be tortured by my sweaty gym smell.”
I paused for a moment to think about Alicia all drenched in sweat. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. I even got a semi hard on thinking about her on top of me all drenched in sweat. Her body trembling as I fucked her. Oh, how I couldn’t wait for when I could slide inside of her. She didn’t look like the kind of girl that got laid very often, I bet she would cum so fast for me that I’d have to fuck her again and again just to get her good and tired.
“I think I’d like to see you sweaty,” I grinned.
“Yes, I guarantee you would.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. This girl had just given me back a level of flirting that I was not prepared for. She smiled and made eye contact and I was more than willing to let her take the lead. She hadn’t stricken me as the type of woman who liked to be in charge of her sexual relationship, but perhaps she was.
“I like your guarantee.”
We continued in silence as the driver took us to a restaurant on the Westside. Genoa’s Restaurant was a romantic Italian place that I had come to on many dates. I felt comfortable there. It was small and intimate and gave my women a chance to feel more at ease. A big popular restaurant was always impressive if I had a woman who didn’t appear to have the money for those kinds of places. But Alicia had the money and I knew I couldn’t impress her with a fancy restaurant. Small and casual, with amazing food, would have to do.
As we walked into Genoa’s, I placed my hand at the small of Alicia’s back. The electricity that shot through my body was beyond what I was prepared for. Lust, desire, a need for this woman electrified my fingers.
I had placed my hand on dozens of women’s backs over the years; never had I felt the desire that I did at that moment.
I felt her muscles as she moved. I felt her skin under a very thin layer of fabric. My fingers delicately moved on her back as I took in this new and unusual sensation. I wanted more of it. I wanted all of her. At that moment, I decided I needed to seduce her. I needed to feel myself inside of her and then I would figure out the financial of her company.
My eyes watched the nap of her neck as she moved her hair out of the way. Her exposed skin begged for me to place my lips on there, but it was too soon. I tried to see what her tattoo said, but it was halfway covered. I had to behave, for a little bit longer. There was a fine line between showing a woman you were interested in her and totally creeping her out. My desire for Alicia was clouding my judgment on where that fine line was located at.
“Let me,” I said to the waiter as he went to pull out Alicia’s chair for her.
“Oh thank you. That is sweet of you.”
I had been here enough times that the waiter knew this game. His name was Scott and I always tipped him very well after I had a date there. He and I had coordinated a symphony for my date nights that would always leave my date in awe of how kind I was.
“I hope you’re hungry. They have the best Italian food on this side of the park.”
“I hope they have some nice juicy meatballs,” Alicia said as she looked me in the eyes.
Holy fuck! This woman was playing me with her flirting. I loved it. Her witty remarks were on par with my humor and were totally throwing me off my normal dating game.
“You like balls in your mouth?” I said with a smile.
“Mmmm, yes, big ones.”
Scott stood there and smiled at our interaction. I knew he was thinking the exact same thing as I was. This girl was funny. She wasn’t like any other woman I had brought to that restaurant and I suddenly realized I wasn’t prepared for a date with a woman like her.
My dating repertoire had a plan. A basic set of rules of what I would say, how they normal reacted and how I would proceed with the night in order to get them into bed. Alicia’s responses were nothing like other women. She was funny and irreverent and I liked it.
“Girl, you are killing me.”
“Oh don’t die. I thought we were going to fuck later.”
“Oh yeah. You thought that?”
“Yeah, I have it all planned out. I’ll flirt and try to be all feminine and delicate throughout our dinner. You’ll lay on some cheesy line about taking me home. I’ll invite you up to my apartment and have my way with you.”
“Seems like a reasonable plan,” I laughed. “Scott let’s get our meals to go.” I joked.
Alicia laughed too and I saw a smile that lit up the entire restaurant. Her pink lips separated just enough to show off her perfectly straight white teeth. My eyes fixated on her mouth and for the
first time in a very long time, I wanted to kiss a woman. I wanted her lips to be on mine. I had an urge to feel them on mine.
Typically the only place I imagine a woman’s lips was wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t tell why I had wanted to kiss Alicia so badly, but it was a surprise to me.
“Scott, how about you bring us a bottle of wine and our dinners here?” Alicia said as she talked to our waiter.
Scott looked to me for guidance as he wasn’t sure which one of us he should listen to.
“Yes, Scott; listen to the lady.”
“Mmmm I like this,” Alicia said as she licked her lips.
“What?”
“This between us. It’s electric. Do you feel it?”
Fuck yeah, I felt it. There was something fun and exciting between us. I knew for sure I wasn’t going to be able to play Alicia like I did other women. But the funny thing was, I didn’t want to play her. I really enjoyed this back and forth between us. It was probably as close to a real date as I had been on in years.
“Oh, that’s just the vibrator I brought,” I said as I made a vibrating noise with me mouth.”
Again, she laughed.
It was like a drug to me. Watching her head slide back and look up into the air as she let out a giggle. Her hand went to her chest and steadied herself as she let out the sweetest laugh I had heard.
“You’re funny, Evan. Tell me more about yourself.”
My mind swirled with all the things I shouldn’t tell this woman and all the things I should tell her. It was hard to keep them all straight. I wanted to find out more about her company, but I had to be strategic about it. I had to tell her just enough so she would talk to me and not so much that she knew what I was really after.
“I’m a real estate guy. You know, the mini Donald Trump. I know. I know. I’m still working on the hair thing.”