Even thought I know she’d fuck me in aheartbeatshe’s just not quite my type. She’s scatterbrained – always messing up my appointments, or forgetting to write them into my schedule at all. Some days, I don’t know why I don’t just fire her. But then again, perhaps the reason I keep her on is because, well, I don’t find her toodistracting.
And the kind of girls Idogo for?
Let’s just say that they need to be more than just ‘pretty’. They need to be somethingspecial, too.
I wait for the frosted glass door to swish closed behind her, completely sealing me off from the rest of the large bustling open plan office, and then I turn once more to my computer screen, feeling a small charge of excitement shoot through me at the thought that someone suitable might finally have answered my ad ...
I log into the totally private and secure email system and as it’s booting up, I take a leisurely sip of the gourmet coffee that I demand Julia brings me to start each morning, here at Whitelaw Enterprises.
The inbox loads – displaying the news that I haveseventeennew applicants to the advertisement, and for a moment my heart does indeed leap with excitement.
But as I begin to open the email messages and actuallyreadwhat these people have written, my hopes begin to sink again just as fast, just like always.
I should have learnt by now not to get my hopes up.
It’s just the usual mix: liars and crazies, all so obviously trying to sniff out a way to make an easy buck.
But as I’m reaching the second-to-last email I pause for a moment, reading and thenrereadingthe simple, straightforward message on the giant screen of my iMac:
From: [email protected]
Hi.
I read your advert. I’m not sure what you’re after exactly but I think I fit the bill. How do I apply?
Yours,
Jennifer
I feela quick flash of optimism, but at the same time try my hardest to ignore it. How many times have I been disappointed by now? Way too many to count ...
No, I need to remain calm. This girl’s probably just like all the rest – lying through her teeth. And anyway, I haven’t evenseenher yet ...
I quickly click open a new tab on my computer screen, then log into the covert profile-searching software that I had to pay an absolutefortuneto gain access to. I mean, this isn’t just some regular search engine. This stuff isn’t available to just anyone – this is top secret, Government-level stuff, and probably violating all kinds of privacy laws in the process.
Once I’ve got the software up and running, I enter as much information as I have on this girl – which is just her name, her email address – and then I hit the ‘search’ button, taking another sip of my coffee and sitting back for a moment in my chair as I wait for the software to do its stuff.
Within seconds, a high-resolution photograph has flashed up on my screen, along with a number of other personal details: where she works, how old she is, her employment history, her medical and criminal history, too (all squeaky clean), and her current address as well as all known previous addresses ...
But I can hardly draw my eye away from the photograph to pay attention to all this extra information.
It’s just a simple picture – probably taken by a friend on a sunny day out in a park. But it’s just perfect.She’sjust perfect. Big brown eyes. Smooth skin. Glossy hair. Full sensuous lips. A cute button nose. And what looks like akillerbody, too, from what I can see of it.
I lean in further towards the screen, feeling that all too familiar rush of blood – heading straight for my cock, which is already swelling and pressing painfully against the unforgivingly tight tailored suit of my pant leg.
Yes.
I think I’ve finally found her.
I think I’ve finally found mysomething special ...
From: [email protected]
Hello Jennifer,
Good to hear from you. I’d like to arrange an appointment. I want you to meet me at Friday at 5pm, at my office in New York. Please email me your cellphone number and I’ll have my assistant set it all up.
Marcus Whitelaw
