When I won millions of dollars in the Massachusetts lottery back in 1990, I thought of some sexually creative things that I could do with the money, one of which was to persuade some of the women who I have lusted over for years to have sex with me, for money, of course.
Ah...you'd be surprised what women will do for money. Yes, sir!
"Wait, am I hearing this right? You let him fuck you and, then, gave him a blow job for...how much?"
Yet, I digress. The story started a few years after receiving my annual lottery payout checks from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Suddenly, I found that I had bought everything that I had ever wanted, and after giving away more money to friends and relatives then I could have earned in a lifetime; I was bored. Whoever said that money cannot buy you happiness must have won millions of dollars in the lottery.
That was when it struck me. Let's have some fun with the money, money that you would give away, anyway. No one should have as much money as I won. So, I gave much of it away, but how I gave it away is the plot of this story.
All Italian, Anna had that European sensual, sexy look like she just got out of bed after being fucked long and hard. With dark brown hair and mahogany eyes that held your stare making it impossible to look away, she was stunning. At 5'6" and 130 pounds, whatever extra weight she had was in her ass and her tits. Man, she had a body that danced the Samba when she walked making you recall the song, "The Girl From Ipanema."
"Tall and dark, and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes...ah, you get my point."
Every time we attended a social function, with my wife and her husband, I got a huge erection whenever I danced with Anna. Further, I knew she knew that I had an erection because I planted it deep in her stomach, thigh, and ass. Oh, baby, she was hot.
She was a fun person with a contagious laugh. She was someone who you wanted to befriend, spend time with, and invite to a party. I guess, now, that I think about it, I was a little bit in love with Anna.
Anna was the wife of my best friend, Billy, and the first one who I approached. Actually, now that I think of it, she broached the subject of money to me.
"Lucky, dog, winning all of that money, what are you doing with it?"
"I don't know, Anna, it is overwhelming. I mean, after buying new cars, paying off the charge cards, buying a bigger house, doing some traveling, what is there left to do...more shopping?"
"Freddie, you say it like there is something bad about buying things and not having to look at the price. Just once, I would love to buy something from an expensive boutique on Newbury Street instead of cutting coupons out at Wal-Mart."
"Well, I still look at the price and I still look for a bargain. That will never change about me. Maybe, had I been born to wealth but when you suddenly find yourself rich, you cannot change who you are. Yet, what it did for me was, it bought me my freedom. Never, do I have to work for someone else, again. Now, I work for myself. I let my money work for me by investing in the stock market and buying real estate."
It sounded so much more glamorous than it was, but I was still bored.
"If I had that kind of money..."
"Go on, what would you do?"
She looked at me with those big, brown eyes and flashing me her sexy grin. Damn, she was gorgeous.
"I'd pay all of my charge cards."
"How much do you think that is?"
"Oh, I don't know," she paused and looked up as if seeing a large calculator in the sky, "twenty-vie thousand, maybe."
"What if I gave you the money to pay off all your charge cards?"
"You'd give me twenty-five thousand dollars?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, right. And what would you expect in return, my undying loyalty?"
