ChristopherThe weekend seems short. Maybe because I could not get my mind off the event on Friday night. For years, I had lived every day the same way until last weekend. And now the event's effect on my life is, I don't know, disastrous I guess. There are things I ought to have attended to during the weekend that I didn't because my thoughts were hijacked. Now my phone won't stop ringing because an investor is giving my assistant a hard time. I sent him ahead to avoid his complaints. Where is my billionaire watch? I have checked my watch storage cases and it is nowhere to be found. It's not my most expensive watch but definitely my favourite. I love Mondays, so I reserve my best for the day. Shit! I used it on Friday. Did it fall off my wrist? Impossible! I quickly run through Friday again and then it hits me. The stripper! I was wondering if she took enough money when she said she has paid herself. I never knew she took my watch. I should probably just let it slide. I would ge
KateMonday morning sleep hits different. Jobless people like myself would scream yes. Well, I have a job. For me it is not about what I do but what gives me money. Let me rephrase that. I do not mind being a stripper so far it pays my bills and you know, meet my needs. "Finally awake" Bev grumbles as she comes out of our small kitchen in the cubicle we call room. We have been staying in that apartment for years, since I got to know Bev actually. We were broke and we could not afford a better house. We are still broke but we can afford a better place now. Bev runs a small boutique not far from the apartment and I get tips every night. Yeah, I work every night except for one day. It's my best day ever. That's an irony. Not that It never occurred to us to get another apartment but it is of no use. If things work out with Bev and her lover, she would move in with him and I would be left to pay the house bills. Too much expenses. Bev keeps hitting her legs or hands on everything in th
Christopher Kate? Who is Kate? I can't seem to get that name out of my mind. Who is she and why did she call? How did she get my contact? While I settle the miscommunication issue with our investor, my thoughts were clouded by these questions. I needed an escape from thinking about the stripper I met on Friday but this is not what I had pictured. Another woman? Is this the time Darren has been talking about? Where women will forcefully find their way into my life? The time I would have no choice but to welcome them? It can't be. I hate women and nothing is going to change that. Not even the sexy stripper I can't stop thinking about. To be logical, I wasn't even thinking about her. I have been thinking about how she made me feel. I'm a man and I have cleared that doubt, thanks to her. But I want more. I want that sensual movement in my hormones again. I miss it already. It's different. It's like heaven. It's sweeter than working on documents. I love potatoes, but the feeling is inco
KateI fought sleep to call exactly thirty minutes after. Once it's 9:40 am, I hit the dial button. I called several times but he did not pick up. Does he know who I am already? I contemplate calling his office line before I finally dialed the number. A woman with a thick voice answered the phone. "How may I help you?" She asked politely. "Direct the call to your boss" I answered"Why boss?""The one who owns the company" "You dialed the wrong number" the lady answered. I should mention his name. I checked the info for his name and before I could say, Chris, she hung up. "Geez," I thought I am the rude one. I've met my competitor. I tried his personal line again and it was the same. After waiting for half an hour and there was no response from him. I decided to send a voicemail to inform him I would be going to his house. It was not a threat, but I made it sound like one. He was just handsome and muscular for nothing. He has a big D too, the one he could not use. That was his of
ChristopherI have been dialing the number right back but Kate or whatever she is called has refused to pick up. "What the hell is going on? "Who is this lady?" I stormed out of my office, of course, not without Darren. I can't keep this to myself anymore. If he has a wife, it means he can deal with women and should be able to handle the situation. For me, women are synonymous with danger. I have been sweating profusely ever since I listened to the voicemail. I had just two security men with me. Since the beginning of the year, I stopped going out with an escort because I no longer feel comfortable with them. On Fridays, I do go to the club without any security. I drive out and back in by myself. While we were in the car, I continue to call. She finally picked. I wanted to ask who she was, how she got my number, and even my home address. She did not let me. Instead, she threatened me. "Chris, catch me if you can and if you don't, let's say you would be dead" "Geez, she knows my na
KateI got home exhausted from happiness. It's been a while since I had so much fun during the day. The role play excites me. I was serious about fucking the security agent though. He is really hot. I don't expect to meet Bev at home but I was happy when I saw her. I hugged her from the back out of excitement. "Did you fuck a huge dick? She asked."I wanted to, but he was armed" I responded turning her to face me. "What the hell girl, you now do FBIs? Bev said freeing herself from my grip. "I threw myself on the bed." I hear they hit differently. "Oh, come on girl. I expect to meet you home sleeping. Where have you been? Bev asked. " Guess baby" "Oh hell, you were definitely getting fucked" she said withdrawing her interest."On a hot afternoon?" "You don't get fucked on a hot afternoon""What's your point, Kate? Bev asked sincerely."I wasn't getting fucked" I answered. "Fine, so where were you? She asked, serious again."so, I called Chris…" I sensed she didn't know who that
ChristopherIt's almost 24 hours and I have not heard anything from Kate. she did not fall for the threat. Although I meant every damn word I said. She really wants me to find her and I would do just that. I thought about making it a police case but it will dent my image. The case might make it to the media. That is the last thing I want to happen. How do I explain my one-night stand with a thief? A petty one at that. The people who knew my stand with women would mock me. The one-night stand was indeed a mistake. But it was unavoidable. I could not control my feelings and my body. They have suffered I the point that they protested. Darren had tried to convince me to handle the issue but I refused. He will not deal with her to my satisfaction. I want to see her crumble. I want her to kiss my feet and beg for mercy. I want her to feel the pain I felt within those hours. I want to make her pay. Throughout my stay at the office, all I was thinking about was the right punishment to give
KateEver since Chris made that threat on the phone, I had lost my stability. Bev did a good job instilling courage into me. She did not just allow me to call or see Chris, she ensured I stand my ground and continue with the plan. He's got money and just a blackmail will fetch me as much as I want. It's over twenty-four hours and so far, nothing has happened. I looked at Bev who has also become a watchman like myself. "Are you sure about this?" I asked in doubt. Bev seems to have no worries. Well, she shouldn't be. She isn't the one who threatened a rich handsome man for absolutely no great reason and is about to blackmail him for his money. But I except her to be as my friend. I do not know the extent to which the consequence would be if the plan should backfire but I am certain it will do her no good. "Bev!" "What?" She yells at me. She must be tired of my timidity. She does that everytime I freak out despite her support. I must admit that I might be a coward. Anyone could say