Billionaire vs Sisterhood

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the room and watched all th

l house. A lone rain cloud on an otherwise sunny day. The

ver what I thought would be a nice lunch for the two of us at Panera’s. He announced we were through. I upchucked t

ay to their mouths. When I stomped out, there were over a hundred people who knew that Malcolm was a big shit, a cad, a player

t, a gerbil, and a little love nest in the suburbs behind a white picket fence had been blown to smithereens, because Malcolm had to ‘find himself’ before he

im in the restaurant. I also thought of a hund

thoughts when I became aware of

at our hostess earlier, but you went back to the dark si

ek,” I

” he inquired, accuratel

story? I only knew a couple of the people, including my sister Cindy who dragged me out of my bedroom

shots, and left. At least we weren’t marr

to everyone. I think it’s p

that?”

fection out there, and we pursue that goal. If we find someone reasonably acceptable, we force fit them into that mold of perfection we’ve created in our minds. Later, we discover that no one is perfect, the concept of a soul mate

true life cynic.” I like

vice.” He bo

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ady, he’d made me feel bette

looked custom designed for him. They fit perfectly. His shoes were highly shined too, and they look

ord and got me a refill. After we’d been there a half-hour, Mark said in a low-key way, “Go out with me next Saturday evening? Dinner? Maybe da

incerity and appar

send a photo of your drive

in his back pocket, extracted his wa

ied that it was legible, and then thanked him and immediately sent the pic to my sister Cindy. Of course, I ignored the actual

but I gave you some space and was just ‘with you.’ When you’re ready – next week, maybe – we’ll chat. Appreciate that the hurt you’re feeling from your br

.” I gave

is cell so we had that connection, and h

Mark turned to me with a smile, “Gotta go. I have

aura of Mark, my mystery man. Later, I to

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pretty, sexy, and vivacious wife – Margo; and my executive secretary, Sheila Arden. We looked like a foursome, but our work and relative standing to each other was unknown and we kept it that

of the union we feted. I made a note that they seemed on sugar highs from continually eating the

legal age for any adult activity. Almost all of the people at those parties felt they had to genuflect in my direction, and many were bold enoug

osturing went on, and when I expressed those opinions and some other negatives to Andy, he politely asked if I wanted to go to a ‘normal’ party

group. I met some interesting people, folks like me that were hard working and trying to get ahead. I had been lucky, made some good decisions, took some major risks, and by their standards had it

city and beauty, and I was instantly drawn to her. She also oozed unhappiness. Some rare part of me felt compassion for her, so I talked to her b

anguage of looks, posture, gestures, and deportment. Elsa was a nice person. Some of the people I had to do business with were not nice, and I’d learned the hard

onnection with someone else, and I had yet to meet that person. As much as I ridiculed the idea of a soul mate, that was exactly what I was l

tails – some guy dumped her in a public setting with no warning. I figured him for a loser with shit for brains. Elsa

personality and her own brand of sexuality – subtle and sweet, although I felt there was a lot hidden about that part of her that didn’t show

asked. I thought ‘low key’ might have more of a chance with her than a high-pressure sell that I could easily do. I suggested dinner and ballroom d

, and she didn’t look as though she wanted someone trying to impress her at the moment. I kept it simple and brief, and this after we’d just stood in silence f

t to Milan. I did have business to attend. Leaving at midnight would time our arrival perfectly for a few day’s worth of busin

couple who only knew me as one of Andy’s friends. Andy and Sheila were traveling with me. He kissed his wife goodb

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p a fantasy about my relationship with Malcolm. I liked the fantasy, and the various features in it, except for one – Malcolm. I came to the realization that he had

because I had felt something special with Mark. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was more than just I t

D on my cell phone lit up with ‘Mark Worth’ I felt my heart jump a couple of

atop the tallest building in the city. He got a table with a fabulous view. He insisted that I have the best steak in the place, even though the price was quite high. He wanted me

ol, and the three jobs I’d had since. He seemed fascinated with every word out of my mo

stions. Maybe we can just do a Vulcan Mind Meld, like they did on Startrek.” He laughed, and I loved the sound o

He’d worked his way through college, and had even started a couple of businesses to help him earn money while he got his education. After c

ll night long. His dark brown eyes were captivating and I kept staring into them, even falling into them completely more than once. He enthralled me at every step. His manners were impeccable. Despite

leven-thirty, our waiter suggested we might want to move back to the lounge. We were the only two patrons left in the

de. He helped me out of the car, and walked me to the front door. I don’t think he ev

an orgasm, and my knees went weak. I wanted to pull him inside and do nasty things with him the rest o

oses – my favorites, a point he’d elicited from me at dinner the night before. The card said, ‘Elsa. You were enchanting

her all about my date and this new man in my life. She laughed right along with me as I told her every detail I could remember about the night –

s, don’t let this guy fuck you until at least the third date. Remember what happened with Malcolm, and how fuckin’ well that turned out.” Cindy liked to tell it like it

was looking to get fucked and have some great orgasms and sexual release. If Mark had been slightly more aggressive I suspected that he could have bedded me that first nig

to talk. He explained he had a breakfast meeting with ‘some important people’ bright and early the next day, so

to try. He told me to bring some comfortable shoes to dance in too; none of those six-inch heels that might have me teeter totte

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so I allowed my natural charm to come through. I was attentive, hopefully without giving the appearance of stalking her. I got her talking a lot

I already knew that. I’d had my staff check out everything they could find out about her, Cynthia – her

the brains department. She worked in an architect’s office, crunching a lot of the numbers involved in calc

ign modifications to the line when new products came along. He was a schmuck, and as it turned out a cheat. A little tootsie named Rose had started work at his company in their marketing department right after graduation. He liked what h

all as normal, and nothing that deserved anything more than passing mention in response to some specific question I’d pose to her. Apparently, she could be a social animal because she’d belonged to

the florist, promising that I would text him further instructions very late Saturday night. He was making a special delivery fo

ng with some chemical company executives from Akzo Nobel/ICI to try to close a deal to sell several large domestic chemical plants in the U.S. and

she was about the occasion. We had not made it to the ballroom on our first date, but

ried to find these same feelings with several dozen other women, but had never gotten even a tickle of anyt

of staff. “Andy, can I borrow your son

conditions as last week, and

thousand dollars. In the process I’d learned that he also wanted a hard top for the car to make it more palatable to use in the wintertime. The p

him now, and tell my son to go ahead

we landed at Schiphol and taxied to the general aviation terminal. Beyond the business m

arong that revealed all her charms, was inviting me to make love to her, and I was moving slowly to be with her – total smitten with her. She was perfect – breasts, her flat stomach, the curves of her hips, and the bea

one of her cute weaknesses – she loved little gifts from someone who appreciated her and her favorite was flowers. Right then, I was very apprec

ne. It felt good to be doing something routine for myself in my down time. As had been the case the week prio

nside, and planted a kiss on me t

that on, not that I’m complaining, mind

rs, of course. You’re so

every little thing, every small attention, and hung on every word I said. I have to admit the feeling was mutu

me. She wasn’t even aware of it, but she was slowly reeling me into her. When I looked

the table from each other, and I spent an inordinate amount

ed them remained a mystery to me, but I did – old Glenn Miller, Dorsey, Goodman, and other songs from a bygone era, but a

hen kissed me on the lips again. My heart did little flippity-flops. My God, I was feeling

he thought that was intolerable. I couldn’t show weakness, and getting all mushy over so

whispered to me about how handsome I was, and how much she liked being with me. She then waxed eloquent about my persona

ty car behind us went unnoticed. We sat outside on a stonewall and nursed some lattes, and just talked. I got

n I was certain that Elsa was ‘The One’ I would remedy that situation, and we’d go on from there. I felt certain she’d jump for

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I felt swept off my feet by this beautiful man. I loved to slow dance wit

ze that it was for the best. We had so many incompatibilities. I tried to talk myself into worrying about my relationship with Mark for the same reaso

The wine alone had been almost a hundred dollars a bottle, and then he recommended to me the first or second most expensive thing on the menu. He told me he’d had it once before and it was m

tioned that we could dance or ‘whatever.’ The ‘whatever’ was my euphemism for having a wild make out session with him. I might even be ready to make

trite, but I didn’t think Mark had any expectations about me in regards to sex. He seemed over joyed at ou

d inside me. I couldn’t believe how horny I was for him. He really had my attention. I knew I’d be masturbating with my mag

vitation with a huge smile

ed dollars plus a bottle wine. It was so smooth, and blended so well with the salmon I’d fix

paid attention. If the way to man’s heart was through his s

lot during the cocktail period before dinner. The most I can chalk up to heading in the right direction was when he stroked one of my breasts outside the several

ffs they were relaxing on U.S. products being imported into that zone. Yes, we had an erudite conversation. Mark’s knowledge

to get the important food put away, and left the

on my iPad, and flowed into Mark’s ar

nd the music got dream

y motivated Mark Worth into my bed. H

d girth, so much that I could barely get him into my mouth. After I got used to him, I found ways to please him and to take even more

ogether.” He smiled and kissed me. “I want to be making love to you properly.” I didn’t need a col

his mouth and fingers doing things to my cunt that kept bringing

ricated that he could have driven his damn Jeep into my cunt. I should note that the hornier I

ooded our union and my bed, but I didn’t mind. Mark didn’t mind, and in fact seemed pleased with my

Mark. I love this. I love

. I love you.” I was so happy that he could say those three words – that we’d shared

ning immense F5 tornadoes. Mark’s equipment was so large and the way we were joined meant that his cock kep

perienced. That said, there was more to it than just the physical connection; something deeper was happening betwe

me it was the most satisfying night of his life, and from the vibes I felt

uring the week, but wanted to spend the following weekend with me. He wanted t

ut a shred of bashfulness. I wanted him to remember that I could also be a slut

apologized that he only had one night to be away, but promised to pick me up Saturday morning ab

ittle thing that Mark and I had done and the feelings I’d felt. I th

ng about him that remained a mystery that I hadn’t figured out. I wondered if it