by Claire Adams
“Ana!” I yelled out and ran over to her. “Are you one hundred percent sure about this?”
“Yes, Jordan. It’s going to be all right. Get on OK Love and find yourself a man in America, and we can see each other again soon.”
We hugged each other one last time, and she boarded her plane. I watched with tears in my eyes as she walked down the corridor. I didn’t know if I felt so extremely sad just because Ana was leaving, or if the combination of Ana and my mother both leaving was just too much for me. The transition into being an independent adult seemed inevitable for me now.
I cried. Not like a sweet, cute cry that happens to normal people. I cried like a baby as I stood there and looked at the empty corridor. My life felt so empty. In that one moment, I felt lonelier than I could ever remember feeling. It wasn’t as if I didn’t feel comfortable being alone, I actually really enjoyed my time alone. But I always knew that Ana and my mother were close by. Now, they would both be far away, and I would be officially alone, like a real adult.
I sat and watched as the other people got onto the plane. I counted at least a dozen girls that were around our age who were going to Miami with Ana. I really hoped they weren’t all going to the same guy. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had just sent my best friend off to some sort of international prostitution ring.
“Was that your sister you were saying goodbye to?” an older woman asked me.
She also had tears in her eyes and a look of concern, when she saw just how badly I was crying. I probably didn’t look like I was fit to drive, and I didn’t intend to leave the airport anytime soon. My chest was beating hard, and my vision still blurry from the tears. I had to sit tight in the airport near Liechtenstein for a while.
“My best friend. Were you saying goodbye to someone?”
“Yes, my daughter. She met a man in the United States, and he paid for a ticket for her to come and visit him.”
My stomach sank as I thought all my fears might be coming true right at that moment. I didn’t want to make the poor woman nervous, though. I really didn’t have any distinct information, only a lot of suspicions. It just seemed very suspicious to me that all these young, beautiful women were taking the flight to Miami together.
“Where was she going?” I asked as I held my breath a little and waited for her response.
“Seattle. He is a nice man and has plenty of money to support her. I just don’t have enough to feed her and her five siblings. I’m happy for her, but sad that she is leaving us.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I thought her daughter and my best friend might be on their way to America because of some sort of sinister agenda. There was no actual proof, and I wasn’t about to put that kind of fear into a mother without knowing for sure. For all I knew, there really were rich men in America who wanted women from overseas to come and marry them. I didn’t know all that much about American men. Perhaps Liechtenstein women were just what they were looking for.
It was entirely possible that our little country just happened to be where men looked for their online brides. We were a novelty country, and I could see men might click on our profiles to just see what we looked like. Then, of course, the gorgeous women of Liechtenstein would win the men over.
“Is she staying for long?” I asked.
“Well, she is planning on a couple weeks, but she said she might just stay if things are going well.”
“I hope things work out for her,” I said as I walked toward the glass window and watched Ana’s plane pull out of the gate.
“Your friend, too,” said the woman as she turned and left the gate area.
My stomach churned at the possibility that she wasn’t actually going to meet a nice, new boyfriend. I hoped I was wrong, and I couldn’t wait the eight hours it was going to take for her to land and call me. My brain swirled with all the ideas of what might happen when Ana and the other girls landed in the United States.
I sat down in a chair and watched until I saw her plane take off, and I couldn’t see it in the air any longer. Sadness filled my heart completely. It was the kind of sadness you felt when you were really happy for someone, like when a friend got married. I knew that I wasn’t going to get to see Ana as much, and I had fears about what might be going on when she arrived in America. But deep down, I was also sad because she had a happy future that she was moving on to, and I didn’t feel like I had any of that going on.
Finally, I was all alone. My mother and Ana were gone, and I was stuck to fend for myself. Part of me wanted to stay in Liechtenstein and build a quiet little life for myself. It would be easy to keep my little apartment and just work a couple jobs. I was sure, sooner or later, I would meet a local guy, and we could start a life together.
It didn’t have to be a big life. I knew I could be happy with a quiet life. The problem was I also knew I would be much happier if I lived in a big city and had the hustle and bustle of that kind of lifestyle. I had been to London and loved it. There was always something to do, always people around. It was an exciting life, and the possibility of having that was a big draw.
Reluctantly, I opened the OK Love app on my phone and scrolled through the people who had messaged me. None of them looked remotely like someone I would normally go on a date with. If I was going to meet a man from the United States, I wasn’t about to settle for some old, ugly guy. There had to be some sort of attraction with him.
I scrolled through the profiles to see if there were any men who caught my eye at all.
Tall farmer looking for a woman to help around the farm and keep me company at night. Must be willing to have at least four children. No way! I wasn’t going to be stuck on a farm in the middle of nowhere.
Executive man in search of my queen. I’ll treat you lovely and buy you gifts. Looking to find a woman to live with me and my wife. Double no way! I wanted a man who was actually looking for a partner.
Young tech firm CEO just looking to see what’s out there. I’m shy and quiet and have a hard time meeting women. Would love to chat with you. That one looked promising. I clicked the button to save his profile.
As I continued through all the profiles, one thing seemed very obvious – there were fake profiles on there. I had no doubt that some of the people who had profiles on OK Love were not legitimate people. But I hoped that I would be able to weed through them and figure out who was real and who wasn’t.
The real men seemed lonely and like they really wanted a partner. They were more than happy to email or talk on the phone to get to know their potential date. But they were not offering to buy plane tickets right away or fly you out within a week. The latter profiles made me nervous. Guys who said just message them and they would fly you to America were dangerous.
I decided to see if Ana’s guy, Gordon, still had his profile on the site. Surprisingly, I found him pretty quickly, just by searching the thirty-something guys in the Miami, Florida area. His profile seemed pretty normal. He seemed normal, and his pictures made him out to be a really handsome man. I could see how Ana fell for him.
His profile seemed pretty legitimate, although it somewhat concerned me that it said he had logged in only five minutes before. I wasn’t exactly sure why he would need to keep logging into his profile if Ana was already on her way to be with him. But who was I to judge him? Maybe he was saying his last goodbyes to other women he had talked to on there.
Still, it gave me a rotten feeling, and I worried about Ana. I always worried about Ana, though. She looked at the world through rose-colored glasses. She never thought that people were going to hurt her. She was trusting – sometimes too trusting. She fell for guys and the lies they told her all the time. I really wished she would have let me talk to Gordon via Skype before she had decided to run off with him.
I clicked the button to save his profile, too, just in case I needed to come back and check him out. I wasn’t sure if Ana had talked about me with him in any of their conversations, but I hoped he wouldn’t know who I was. If
he didn’t know who I was, I could find out more from him later if she ended up going missing.
I hated that my mind kept thinking about all the horrible ways that he might not turn out to be the right guy. I really did hope that he was a good guy and would treat Ana right. I hoped she would have all the happiness with him that she could possibly have.
Reluctantly, I filled out my profile with the rest of the information Ana and I hadn’t given, and I closed my app. As much as I didn’t believe that it was possible to find a man who would be a good match for me, something deep down still had me hoping that I would be able to find him.
I decided to text some of my friends from work and see what they were doing with their night. I just couldn’t tolerate the idea of going home to an empty house and no one to talk to. My friends from work were all a little crazy, but they would be better than nothing on a lonely night.
Chapter Five
Chase
A half-day of work was better than nothing. And by three o’clock, I had to leave. There was nothing for me to do, and I really didn’t know what to do with myself. I hadn’t shown up to work on a regular basis in a very long time, and all of the jobs I used to be responsible for had been given away to other people in the office.
It did make me feel like crap that everyone always seemed so surprised when I showed up for work. It was as if they expected me to be a slacker, and when I tried to prove them otherwise, they were disappointed.
My job was mainly in managing our facility locations, but I tried to work on some marketing and social media when my father would allow it. His idea of business and mine were vastly different, though. He thought that as long as you put out a good product, there was no reason to market or advertise anything. My thought was that it was a new age, and marketing was an essential part of that new world. People used social media to find out about companies and without it, some people would never know about your organization or what it offered.
My job could have been so much cooler than what it was, if only my father would allow me to add my ideas to the business. But, he was too caught up in running the company the old way to understand the new world.
I’d had enough for one day, and as I got ready to leave the office, I called Carlos to see if he and Mathew wanted to hang out for the evening. I needed some time with them. Most evenings, their women would prevent them from coming out with me. But I hoped that for one night, they would give the guys a pass.
“Carlos, you free tonight?” I said, after I dialed his number from my parked car.
“Yeah, I could have a drink or two. But I need to get home at a decent time.”
“How’s Mathew doing? Think he’ll come out?”
“Yeah, he and his old lady are arguing. I’ll pick him up on my way over.”
“Meet you at Club Kitty around ten?”
“That’ll work.”
It felt good to have both of my guys coming out for the night. I really hated to go to the club alone. It was good for getting laid, but not so good for actually relaxing. The club was my vice; I knew it. Whenever I was stressed out, I always went there. It was kind of like my coping skill for dealing with life.
Women were a much better vice than what others had. I didn’t drink too much, and I didn’t do drugs. I liked women, and I liked spending money. So, in the grand scheme of things, those weren’t all that bad of vices to have. Women brought much more pleasure than any substance ever could.
When I showed up at the club, around eight o’clock, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I needed a sweet piece of ass that I could play with and blow off some steam before the guys showed up. There was no need to sit around and quietly wait for them. I could certainly keep myself busy with one of the lovely women that were in the club.
“Hey, George,” I said as I walked into an almost empty club.
“Chase, your dad has cut you off. I talked to him earlier today.”
“Oh, no worries. I’ve got my own funds. But I’ll just hold back on buying the rounds of drinks for everyone.”
“Smart idea. Can I get you something?”
“Just a beer will be fine,” I said as I eyed a group of businesswomen who seemed to be having some after-work drinks. “And one of those lovely ladies,” I joked with George.
“I’d go for the redhead. She seems like a firecracker to me,” he said.
We both laughed. George wasn’t the type of guy who chased after any woman. He had plenty of women who chased after him, though. He had the rugged, troubled look going for him. Half the time, I thought women preferred a man like that to a rich guy like me.
He was always trying to be helpful to me and my search for a good one-night stand. Although, I was pretty sure he didn’t know I was fucking them in the back room. During one of our conversations, he said he couldn’t believe in today’s day and age I could get women to go home with a stranger. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I hardly ever actually took them back to my house.
It wasn’t that hard to convince women to sleep with me. Probably the biggest factor was knowing who I was. Women would do many things for a man with money. But beyond that, if you’re nice to them, chat them up, and tell them they are pretty, they will agree to anything. I had become some sort of expert in the field of one-night stands.
“Hello, ladies,” I said as I approached the small group. “You all look like you’ve been working hard. Can I buy you a round of drinks?”
Shit! I forgot I wasn’t buying drinks anymore.
“You can buy them a drink. I’ll take a twirl around the dance floor,” said the redhead.
George wasn’t kidding when he said she was a firecracker. I liked a girl with confidence and the guts to make a move of her own.
I wasn’t sure if she recognized who I was or if she just really wanted to get laid, but either way, I liked it. She was hot, very easy on the eyes, and, I suspected, a real freak in the bedroom. Right away, I knew I wanted to bring her home instead of fucking her in the club. Only at home, in my bed, would I be able to really play with her.
“Deal,” I said as I grabbed her hand and brought her to the floor. “What’s your name?”
“Jen,” she said seductively.
“I’m Chase. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Chase, can I tell you something?”
That is either the kiss of death or the door that opens the entire night up for me. Sometimes, the women want to talk about their lives or go into long sordid details about their stressors. I desperately hoped that was not the case for Jen.
“Sure, honey, I’m all ears.”
“I caught my boyfriend cheating on me last night, and I’m really in the mood to give him a little payback. Would you be game?”
I had no idea what her payback was going to entail, but I liked it. A scorned woman was certainly more fun than a woman who was going to latch onto me. It always amazed me how quickly women wanted to get back at their men when they cheated on them. My thoughts were if you didn’t want to be with a woman, you shouldn’t start dating. Most guys just don’t understand what monogamy is and when it’s important to have it.
I knew exactly what monogamy was, and that was why I kept most of my dates to one-night stands. I didn’t want to give any woman the false idea that I was going to be her boyfriend. In the rare case that I liked a woman enough to go out with her a couple of times, I was happy to keep the relationship monogamous. Typically, it was such a short period of time that it didn’t really matter. It was easy to be monogamous if you only dated a woman for a month at a time.
“Sure, what’s the plan?”
“I’m going to take you into one of these private rooms. Wrap my lips around your cock and send him a picture of it.”
Fuck yes!
That sounded like the perfect opportunity for her to get back at her boyfriend. And just like that, my plans to bring her home to my bed were thrown out the window. I liked her plan just fine. I was more than happy to spend an hour pleasing her and making her
boyfriend extremely jealous.
“Seems like a reasonable plan,” I said as I pulled her close and kissed her hard.
There was no need for the niceties with a girl on a mission, though. Our kiss turned deeper and deeper, and within a few moments, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the back rooms. It was fun to be with a woman who was so ready to get to the action, instead of those who wanted to play around the fact we were about to have a one-night stand. Honesty was one of my favorite qualities in a woman.
Jen pushed me down onto the bench and had my cock pulled out and into her mouth before I could blink. She pulled her phone out and took a couple of pictures, then continued. Her red lips moved up and down my shaft, and I wanted that moment to continue all night. She flicked the tip of my cock slightly with her tongue as she came up, and I felt pre-cum way sooner than I wanted it to be there.
I quickly tried to think about baseball and anything non-sexy, so I didn’t look like a teenager getting his first blowjob. As a man, it wasn’t something you wanted to do too quickly. But a woman’s mouth around my cock had always driven me wild. I wanted it all the time, and oral sex was one of my favorite fantasies. I also really enjoyed getting time to lick a woman and enjoy her orally. Although, in the one-night stand world, I didn’t often get much time for the enjoyment of my women.
There was just something so erotic about a woman who was willing to take control. I fucking loved it. Add to that the fact that she had her lips wrapped around me, and I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t keep myself from exploding in her mouth and was just about to do so when she started to slow her strokes. But then she looked up at me and changed her mind all together.
She must have sensed my withdrawal from the thrusting and my distraction, in the hopes of not coming too fast, because it made her thrust harder. Her lips tightened around me, and she took my cock deeper into her throat than any woman ever had. Jen obviously didn’t have any gag reflex issues.