Chapter One - The Introduction
It's very easy to look back at a situation and Monday morning quarterback it. To see what you missed the first time around and what you should have done differently. But that wasn't how I had gotten as far as I had in life. I almost always went with my first decision, not impulsively mind you, but I rarely went back on a decision I had already made. And even though it cost me something, I am glad I did not second guess myself on my recent real estate purchase. It led to a very memorable evening.
I had lost money over the course of my relatively short career. Though I was still considered young in the market, I had just entered my thirties, I had managed to lose lots of money in fact, but I had made much more than I lost. I was in the money market business and had managed a portfolio that had become very healthy recently. My new business partner had convinced me to make a purchase of some real estate in his city. I made my own visits to a few private houses and condos but I really liked a penthouse suite I found at an open house.
There were quite a few interested parties at this open house and I scanned the room to see if I could identify a realtor. Not being very tall, I stood just under six feet tall, I had to move around a bit, but I eventually locked eyes with a beautiful blond woman that appeared to be the one I wanted to speak with. She moved with an air of confidence that told me she was running tonight's show. We made eye contact and I watched her as she crossed the large living room to greet me.
She was wearing a pair of black pants with a light red shirt. A matching black vest covered most of her chest, and was drawn tightly around her midsection. The vest parted right in the middle of her clearly defined bosom. Her long, blond hair fell behind her shoulders and, as she drew close, I saw her bright green eyes behind her glasses. They contrasted nicely with the ruby red lips smiling at me as she extended her hand in greeting.
"Hello, are you lost by any chance?"
Not exactly the greeting I was expecting but as I took another look around the room I saw why. Everyone else was dressed to impress, as if this were a black tie affair, and wanted to show off whatever wealth they had. I, on the other hand, was dressed how I normally dress when I'm not in the office or making deals. While my outfit was new and crisp it was still a pair of simple khaki pants and an ordinary short-sleeved button-up shirt.
"No, I'm not lost. I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in to see what there was to see." I responded.
"Well this is not an invitation only event but I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time, or mine, so I'll let you see your way back out." And she turned to walk away.
"I take it you're the type that judges a book by its cover?" I tried to hide my anger at her veiled insult.
"I see." She turned back to me. "Well why not I suppose. I could make a few extra minutes for you. "
"Thank you for humoring me. I'm new to the area and looking for a place to stay when I'm in town, roughly four months out of the year. So, tell me about the place."
"Well it is a beautiful location with plenty of amenities." She said as waved her arm around the room, turning as she did so. "The asking price is above market value though. It's a place that is better seen than described. Would you like a tour or do you like what you already see?" She asked as she faced me again.
I hadn't even bothered to look around. Instead I had blatantly stared at this beautiful woman as she gave me a great view of her bottom while she had turned around. The pants were just loose enough to be considered professional but were unable to hide how round she was. It appeared to be the kind of soft bottom that a man could sink his fingers into as he thrusted into her. The kind that would ripple slightly when it was spanked. I drew myself out of my dirty thoughts just in time to hear her question.
"I'd like to see the rest of the place before I make a bid so please, show me around." I responded with a smile.
"Follow me, um," she hesitated, "I apologize for not already asking, what is your name?"
"Brian," I lied, "Brian Drake." I never gave my real name until I was sure I would be doing business.
"Well, follow me Brian." She said with a smile.
She showed me around both floors and all the rooms, from the guest bathroom to the master bedroom. I continued to steal glances at her fabulous bottom and I thought she even caught me once or twice but she never said anything about it. All in all the tour took about fifteen minutes and I was now sure I wanted to purchase the place.
"So Mr. Drake, I'll ask again, would you like to place a bid or will be passing on this wonderful opportunity?" She asked as we made our way back to the main living area.
I thought for a few more moments as we entered the room we had started in. There were less people gathered now, but there was about to be even less once I made my offer, at least I hoped so.
"I'll buy it." I stated.
"Oh Mr. Drake we're simply accepting bids tonight, I don't think..." I cut her off mid-sentence.
"Hang on. I assume you stand to make a pretty decent commission on a sale like this, right?"
She nodded her confirmation.
"Well here's my offer then. Fifteen percent above market value. But for every percentage closer to market value you can close me at I will provide you with," I paused, "let's call it a consultation fee."
"How can I be sure of your ability to fund this purchase Mr. Drake?"
"Well, I apologize for misleading you, but my real name is Jonathan, Jonathan Walt. As far as my funding goes why don't I show you an account or two on my phone and see if that convinces you?"
"Hmm, lets see it then." She demanded.
I showed her one of my accounts that would more than cover the price I had offered her. Since it was on my phone's screen she sidled up next to me for privacy issues. I stole a glance or two at her chest. Thanks to her tight vest I could tell that they were a healthy size, and would probably not fit in my hands if I were to palm them. As I imagined squeezing them in my hands I felt my dick stir and remembered where I was. I also reminded myself that I kept business and pleasure separate.
She stepped away from me and I saw that her eyes sparkled at the prospect of extra money on the side and she quickly made her way around the room, briefly speaking with each potential client and then directing them to the houses exit. Within five minutes she had cleared the room of everyone except for the two of us.
"So," I began, "I see you are confident that my offer will be accepted."
"As confident as I can be." She said as she closed the distance between us, "besides everyone else was trying to put in a lowball offer which would only waste my time," she paused and looked directly in my eyes, "and my time is very valuable." She enunciated her last two words.
"Well it is a pleasure doing business with," it was then that I realized I had not received her name, "what was your name again?"
She giggled for the first time and her cheeks blushed a light red. She stood in front of me so close that I could see her chest bounce slightly from her giggle.
"Now it appears it is my turn to apologize. My name is Selina Kyle," she said as she offered her hand, "and may I be the first to say, assuming they accept your generous offer, welcome to Gotham city Jonathan Walt."
We shook hands.
Chapter Two - The Follow-up
I had lived in Gotham for a bit over two months now. My new business partnership had proven quite successful for me and I looked forward to a long and healthy relationship. I had just finished a long series of meetings and was happy to have a long and quiet weekend.
In my two month residency I had had zero guests over. Not only was I truly still organizing my homes layout, but I was also a private person and considered my home to be my castle. So imagine my surprise when the doorman of the building greeted me that evening with news that I had a guest awaiting me at the elevators exit on the floor that led to my home.
As I rode the elevator I pondered who could not only have figured out my new address, but also who would show up without an invite. I assumed it was someone who had gone through certain back channels and wanted to do business with me. The soft music of the elevator helped calm my concerns just as I reached the sixteenth floor. Then I exited the elevator, turned right, and saw her.
Miss Selina Kyle had just stood from the bench seat at the chime of the arrival bell and was in the process of smoothing out her business suit when I happened upon her. It was a dark gray two-piece outfit. The top was drawn tightly around her chest and parted in the middle to reveal a soft purple dress shirt underneath. There was no mistaking the size of her breasts and I wondered if this was her normal attire or if this was being worn for me. Then she looked up at me.
"Oh Mr. Walt! What a pleasure!" She said before glancing down at her skirt and finished smoothing it out.
The top of her skirt was hidden underneath the bottom of her jacket but my eyes were drawn to the bottom of the skirt anyways. It ended quite a few inches above her knees and showed off a hint of her tanned thighs before the black, mesh stockings took over. Her legs looked well-toned, like a runners would. I noticed, as I drew near to her, that with the heels she was wearing we stood eye-to-eye.
"The pleasure is all mine," I smoothly responded as I took her offered hand, "to what do I owe the reason for your presence here today?" I lightly kissed the top of her hand and let it drop.
"Well it's been a few months since you've moved in and I make it a point to check on my clients and ensure they are satisfied with their purchase." She answered.
"I can assure you," I began while I placed my hand on the middle of her back and walked us to my front door, "that this place is very satisfying."
"Well I'm glad to hear that. Would you mind answering a few short questions for me then?" She asked as I opened the door and ushered us inside. "Just a little customer satisfaction survey I like to do."
I glanced at her for a brief moment before responding. "Not at all."
I waved my hand over the sofa as I walked to the cabinet where I kept my drinks. Selina sat down and crossed her legs. She rested her notepad and tablet on her lap.
"Excellent. So let us begin then." Ms Kyle began.
"First, a drink Ms. Kyle." I offered.
"Thank you. I'll take a scotch. And please, call me Selina."
