by Tyler, Nella
“Hello, ladies. How is everyone today?”
They stopped talking and turned my direction. It was delightful to see all four of them standing together, and there were a couple other women that I didn’t know as well. My mind instantly remembered back to when I had fucked each of them. I surprisingly still remembered the details of all four one night stands.
Amber had been the one who wanted to try anal sex. I always enjoyed an adventurous woman who was willing to give something new a try. I didn’t get to fuck many women in the ass, so I took advantage of that night for sure. Most women balked at the idea of a nice stiff ass fucking, but my experience was they did this because they knew it was a society taboo. As soon as a woman had experienced anal, they had no problems wanting it more and more.
Susan, oh she was a wild woman. She hinted at the idea that she liked to get tied up, but when she got to my apartment, I realized I had misheard her. Susan wanted to tie me up. I let her and she fucked the shit out of me all night long. Her tight pussy rocked on top of my cock until I thought I might actually die from too much sex. My cock was sore for a week after all that fucking.
Renee had a lot of pent up orgasms that just needed to come out. She told me that she hadn’t had an orgasm in over five years. It made me sad that such a beautiful woman like herself would be left in such a state. I fucked her and then brought out a vibrator toy. For over three hours, I forced her to have orgasm after orgasm. My sheets were soaked in her cum and she ended up sleeping at my house for almost two days after that. By Monday morning, she was recovered and ready for work, with a fabulous new healthy glow to her.
Jamie was a special one. She had only slept with her high school boyfriend, who broke up with her a few months before we had our night of fun. She wasn’t into anything kinky and certainly wasn’t going to try anal. We kept things slow and sweet and had a long night of lovemaking. Her hair smelled like strawberries and I could still remember her quiet screams as she tried not to make noise while she came.
The women knew right away what I was there for; they all looked over at Alicia and then back to me.
“Are you looking at buying some new IPO stock or looking for a date,” Amber said to me.
“Well, I need more information on her company before I commit to an IPO.”
“What about the date?” Jamie teased me.
“Oh, I don’t need to date a woman like that. Too much into her business I’m sure. I like my women with a little more free time on their hands.”
Although I was answering Jamie’s question, I tried hard to take a moment and look at each of the women as I answered. One of the biggest keys to keeping women happy was making sure they felt like you were paying attention to them. Even very confident and successful women wanted a man to pay attention to them. It was just part of their nature.
“Seriously ladies, what do you know about the ALL Warren Clothing line?”
“Her stuff is hip and popular, that is for sure,” Susan said.
“I’d be concerned about the rapid sales growth in less than two years. Seems like they might be padding the numbers,” Renee added.
“Hmm, padding? Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, they are popular, but I don’t see the infrastructure to get the kind of sales money they have going on. I would like to know more about their sales channels and wholesale market.”
Renee was a smart woman. She had a good grasp of the clothing industry and her information was very useful. The way she analyzed a company was a totally different way than I did it, so it was helpful to both of us when we could talk out our thought process.
“Thank you, Renee, I appreciate your insights very much,” I said as I looked her right in the eyes. “Thank you all, I always appreciate some good business advice from the most intelligent women on the stock exchange.”
I knew better than to call that group of women beautiful. Although in private they all blushed at being called by such a name; when they were together most women on the stock exchange thought poorly of being called pretty. The term pretty, or beautiful, was often used around the stock exchange for women who were not smart. It was a politically correct way of calling a woman stupid, but the women had caught onto it.
As I walked away, I looked back up to the bell area to see if Alicia was still over there with the other men. She was not. I had hoped I would have a chance to run into her and talk about her company one on one. I figured it would help me in my planning on whether to buy her stocks or not, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. I could find enough research on my own to decide if I wanted to buy into her IPO.
Big Daddy Doors was the other company I needed information on, but I had a different group of people that I wanted to talk to about that IPO. The old timers who had been around awhile would be my best source of information when it came to that company. Big Daddy Doors had been part of the Sears Roebuck Company until about twenty years ago. At that time, they broke off on their own and have been extremely successful ever since.
I needed an idea about their business clientele and if the type of doors they had were really going to continue to grow. The old timers were far and away the best source of information when you had a well-established company that was just now releasing as an IPO.
“Arthur, Ronald, how the heck are you guys?” I said as I found them taking a coffee break off to the side of the room.
The old timers were the only ones who ever actually took breaks on the stock exchange floor. They had been around long enough to know that taking care of themselves was more important than working themselves to death on the floor. I liked their attitudes. I didn’t mind hard work at all, but I hated stupid work. If I was going to work hard, I always made sure I worked as smart as possible.
“We’re good, Evan. How is the lady business?” Arthur asked.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Arthur was quite the character and always made a joke about the number of women I dated. I would have said he was jealous, but he always talked about his lovely wife and how wonderful his life was with her.
“The lady business is good. So what’s up with Big Daddy Doors?”
“Don’t waste your time; it’s going to bomb,” Ronald added.
“Why?”
“They have been around forever, but no innovation. They have no plans to expand and no researchers working on something new. Their IPO is a mercy throw by the quarterback in the final ten seconds of the game.”
I loved Ronald’s sports analogies when it came to business. He consistently brought up a new analogy pretty much every time we talked. He knew what he was talking about and I always listened to him. The one time I didn’t listen was the only time I totally bombed in a stock purchase.
Chapter 5
That night, back at my house, I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I pictured Alicia there with me. Sex was constantly on my mind, but even more so when a beautiful woman like Alicia was around.
She was smart and obviously extremely business savvy, which was sometimes hard to find in a woman. I didn’t know her well enough to know if I should buy up shares of her stock, but I assumed she would say that I should. What CEO wouldn’t want you to spend thousands of dollars to boost their company up?
As I sat at my computer, I started my research with Alicia. I have learned over the years that the best way to find out how stable a company was started with how stable the CEO was. It just made sense. An unstable or erratic CEO wasn’t going to instill confidence in investors. When it came to their money, investors wanted to know that it was in the most responsible and reliable hands. That’s why most CEO’s seemed incredibly dull. Their organization had elected them to that position specifically because of their boring factor.
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.
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 6
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.