I work on Wall Street. I work for a hedge fund. I trade options. Picture a Wall Street suit in his late 20s. You're picturing me. I have a beautiful apartment on the Upper East Side.
My wife has been at my side the whole time- no trophy wives and strip clubs for me. I get to lay on top of her, in the very dark of the bedroom for five minutes of very Vanilla, strictly dutiful sex.
I am not complaining, don't get me wrong. There are other associates of mine, in their mid forties, that would be delighted to even get that treatment. And my sex drive had never been that high anyway.
But my life changed completely when I met Martin.
I was chilling out at a Martini bar, not too far from our plush offices. An old school place, with leather, high backed chairs that provide you with a little privacy. I was meeting with a potential lead; a guy who'd made a lot of money in the manufacturing business, and was in a position to kick a couple of mil the fund's way so we could help grow it for him- and make a big commission while doing it.
My eyes started to glaze over a little as I waited, not even able to order until my date arrived. But arrived he did, and I instinctively got up as soon as I sensed movement near my seat.
I was struck to see a much younger man than I had anticipated- he was in his forties, and I'd anticipated 50s or 60s. His hair was dark brown, with a few flecks of gray. He took my hand with a firm handshake, and from his rolled up sleeves I could see he had the muscular arms of a man who had done a lot of hard, manual labour.
I smiled at him, and our eyes met. He boldly captured my eyes, and tilted his head slightly to the left. I felt like I was THE most important man in the world at that very second.
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd ordered two martinis and we'd sat down at the table together. I smiled at the contrasts almost immediately. His 6'3" to my 5'10". His jeans and white shirt with rolled up sleeves, to my Brioni suit.
We started talking business almost immediately, and I found myself incredibly attracted to Martin. I had never felt this way about a man before. I wanted my hands in his hair, and his muscular grip all over me- but I controlled myself. We talked risk appetite- and Martin took me off guard.
"I'm looking to make some serious wagers. High risk."
I smiled. "We run around five funds, each with a range of risk appetites. What sort of bond percentages are you looking at- 20% perhaps might meet your high risk portfolio? Maybe 10?"
He laughed. "There's a reason that I booked this talk with you and not one of your colleagues. You handle the options trading for the firm, right?"
"Yes. We use options to hedge our positions, especially during volatility lulls. Takes some of the risk out of the trades."
He leaned in closer. "What if I told you that I want to go all in on options. A full option portfolio."
I was taken aback. "Well, for the amounts you're looking to invest we can definitely put together a custom package for you. Are you thinking of a mixed basket of options? Some spreads? Perhaps the Iron Condor- or the reverse Iron Condor?"
"No." His voice was so confident it took my breath away. "I'm selling some naked calls on my own time. What I want from you is your expertise trading options and getting the best price. I want out of the money options. One week expiry. What they call 'Faggot's delight.'"
