Then I would hold her down on the bed, show her a little bit of who is in charge. I would never be rough with her, of course. I would have to start off slow, easing into her and romancing her with a little tender love making. Somehow, that idea seems very appealing right now. Maybe because it’s been awhile since I was with anyone.
I play with myself until I cum, but somehow my little fantasy session feels as if it falls short, not being as enjoyable as it usually is. I wish Karen hadn’t ruined this for me just like she had ruined my work day.
Also, I’m tired of always having to fucking fantasize about the perfect woman. I want a real one, just for me.
After I clean up, I lay back on the couch and stare at the ceiling some more. My thoughts drift to how my life used to be back home.
I really miss the auctions back in San Francisco. There are certain exclusive, secret clubs that billionaires like me go to when we want to find certain women or let out certain kinks.
If I were there, I would be able to buy a woman and spend the night with a woman without having to worry about getting into trouble at work or dealing with a relationship, etc. Things were so easy and carefree back in San Fran. I wish I could leave Pittsburgh and get back to that. But of course, I still have work to do here.
After a few minutes, an idea occurs to me. I jump off the couch and look for my phone. Once I find it, I quickly call my friend Brian. We both used to go to the auctions together, and he liked them even more than I did – if that was possible.
“Hey, bud,” he says, once he answered. “How’s Philly treating ya?”
“It’s Pittsburgh,” I correct him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Pittsburgh. All I know is that it’s a big city that starts with P, in the state that starts with P, and it has to be better than this hellhole.”
I laugh, realizing that he’s right – it could be must worse. Brian is stuck in a small town in Idaho while he helps the company’s co-founder, Andrew, start a branch there. The state had good tax benefits for tech companies that they couldn’t pass up – but Brian was missing California even more than I was.
We go through the usual formalities of greeting and checking on each other, but I’m anxious to cut all of that short because I don’t have time for suck things at the moment. I’m impatient and need a sympathetic ear so I can vent my problems.
I’ll go ahead and admit right now that I can be a selfish asshole sometimes. But can’t we all?
“So, what’s up, old pal?” Brian asks.
I need no further prompt and quickly start to complain about the situation to him.
After listening to me, this impromptu phone call works out just like I had hoped it might. Although I was surprised to hear about what it’s like where Brian is.
Brian tells me that he’s still in Bloom, managing the branch expansion office there, and that they aren’t flush with auctions either, but that he’s managed to get some started up. It was disappointing at first, but business soon grew, and now they were in the process of having several.
Well, well, well… I think to myself. If they can get auctions started up in that small, conservative town, then I have high hopes for what could happen here in Pittsburgh!
I hurry to ask if he has connections to auctions in Pittsburgh or a way to get some started up. I can hear a keyboard clicking in the background, but Brian says he’ll see what he can do. I am so relieved to hear that.
I feel a little more relaxed as I hang up the phone. I really hope that Brian will come through with something for him. I would invest whatever I need to make the auctions happen here.
It needs to happen to alleviate the boredom of being here. Plus, I need to meet some new women. I’m not going to get stuck with Karen, and I don’t think the woman of my dreams is showing up anytime soon, so an auction seems like a good way to go. Probably the only way to get things done.
I’m not saying there aren’t pretty woman here, there are, but in their own way. I mean they just don’t appeal to my specific style or tastes. I force myself to get off the couch and get some more work done.
I sigh because I feel like there has to be more to work. I mean, I need a break from it, and a way to relieve some stress. This isn’t like me, as I usually throw myself into work, but my head isn’t in the game.