The only question now was what to do with the money. The mortgage had been paid off, the cars updated and trust funds set up for the children. There was still more. Much more. The Bahamas had been great, and they had both looked good in their new clothes, but now what? 'Money doesn't matter to me,' I had always told people, and myself. It wasn't until you had some, or a lot, that you realised what power it could bring.
Of course I had known that my father had been a wealthy man, but I had had no idea quite how wealthy. During the twenty years that I had not seen or spoken to him he must have swum against the tide and vastly increased his wealth during the crisis that had afflicted most of the world. He had been an impressive man. Not very likeable, but impressive.
Gazing at the photo of him on the cover of a business magazine someone had sent me, I marvelled at how physically alike we were. The strong jaw and compact build. The dark eyes. It was all there. Of course we would have been similar in character too if I hadn't consciously tried to mould myself in opposition to him. Even so I had seen flashes of his nature in my own. It pained me to accept it, but I had inherited more than just his wealth.
My libido too, had come from my dear father but, unlike him, I had done my best to keep it under control. It hadn't been easy by any stretch of the imagination but I had managed it. More or less.
A vigorous masturbation regime had been the mainstay of my effort not to destroy my family, through womanizing, as he had done. There had also been the occasional prostitute, but the fear and the guilt had overshadowed the pleasure. It wasn't that I had any moral objection to prostitution, as long as the girls were independent and not coerced, it was more a fear of catching something or getting caught and blowing apart the domestic bliss that I had worked so hard to achieve.
Now, it seemed, even those eventualities could be avoided. The expression 'the world is your oyster' suddenly took on new meaning for me. While venting my sexual frustration on an internet forum someone had given me the email address of a man who identified himself only as the Delivery Man. It sounded weird, but what was the harm in checking it out. The Delivery Man catered to wealthy clients who needed to have their sexual needs met, in a discreet way.
The first message I received after contacting the 'DM' contained a link to a secure website where we could correspond via a secure messaging service. The security of the system was of the highest level; it used the so-called 'dark web', so it was not indexed by any search engine, and our messages were encrypted. Financial transactions too, were secure and discreet.
The DM sent a document outlining a method of payment and a cover story to hide the large sum of money I would be expected to pay. It consisted of a false tax demand and advice on how to break the news to my wife that a large amount of money would have to be paid.
The DM explained that the two most important aspects of this 'event' would be safety and discretion. As far as safety was concerned he offered what he called a 'multi-level risk reduction strategy'. A doctor, retained by me, would test all the women, or men, involved for every known venereal disease; he would then wait three months and test them again.
During those three months the 'partners', as he liked to call them, would agree not to have any sexual relations with anyone, and would be told that they would be investigated by a private detective. If the detective even suspected that they had slept anyone other than a regular partner during those three months, the deal was off. If they were caught doing pornography or any kind of sex work they were banned from working with the DM for life.
All correspondence and a signed contract with the detective agency would be made available to me. The DM stated that although no sexual activity was risk free,they had never had an 'incident'.
As for my sexual health the DM sent me a list of lawyers and doctors around the country, I was to pick one of each, get tested and take a clean bill of health along to the lawyer who would confirm my identity and sign an affidavit and send it off to the DM, keeping my identity private.
Once it had been confirmed that I was clean, the DM sent a message which contained links to several psychometric tests, he explained that this would help him to deliver the best possible experience, should I choose to engage his services.
"This seems excessive. Can't I just tell you what I want?" I said. "Why would you go to these lengths just for a long weekend of sexual indulgence?" He answered with a strange question.
"Did you earn your money through work or did you inherit it?" He asked. "My guess is the second."
"How could you possibly know that?" I began to worry that he had found out who he was.
"Most of my clients are self-made men and they understand that everything I do is done to the very best of my ability. That is how it is for self-made men, they are not driven by money, which is just a score card for them. They are driven by an almost uncontrollable work-ethic. I am the same. I am incapable of doing anything half-assed," he said. "My compulsion is to give my clients the best possible experience, an experience they have never even dreamed of. Naturally I have also make money out of it, but that is not what drives me," he had said, and I believed him.
"The clients who question my motives and methods are usually the kids of rich people or have made the money through some creative activity which doesn't necessarily require the kind of drive that making millions for yourself normally does," he said.
It dawned on me that the very rich live in a different world. A world where every service you use is delivered by the best of the best.
The email contained links to four different tests; one was a fairly standard 'Big Five' personality test, another was designed to assess my sexuality on a Kinsey-type 'fully heterosexual' to 'fully homosexual scale' and the third consisted of a series of pairs of photos of people. I had to click on the person I found most attractive. The fourth consisted of three rows of female silhouettes, each with a different hip-to-waist ratio and varying in body fat from super-skinny to obese. Again, I had to choose the ones I found most attractive.
These types of tests were nothing new to me, I had done similar tests on the web for fun, the difference was I didn't get to see the results; those would go directly to the DM. He explained that he also wanted me to write down any long-standing fantasies I might have, he would incorporate all of this into a psychological profile which he would then use to design my ultimate sexual experience.
