As a reminder to you, my name is Jack. A few years back, I made a bundle from stock options I was granted for working for next to nothing for a start-up internet company. I got myself into shape and bought a house on a golf course. As a bonus, I sort of weaseled my way into a group of middle-aged women, better known around the club as the Fearsome Foursome, due to their abhorrent, and often dangerous, golfing skills. The ladies were very attractive and I was fortunate enough to have been seduced by one of them, Irene.
The others in the group were Anna, Rebecca and Sylvia.
Anna had been fretting about her investments and was worried that the money she got from her divorce settlement would run out. I recommended she give my financial planner a call. She did wonders with my portfolio and positioned me so that I could minimize my tax bite to Uncle Sam but still have a return that would ensure I wouldn't have to tap into the principal.
I didn't mention that she also loved to suck cock. I couldn't help remembering when we started screwing. Whenever I hear her name, Marian, my cock gives a jolt.
I remember the beginning like it was yesterday...
Marian is also a member of the club and I met her in the bar. She had already had a few martinis and was flirting with all the men. Marian is probably in her late 40's to early 50's, and could almost be a Dolly Parton look-alike. I say almost because rather than the bleached blond hair, she is a brunette. And I am sure that is colored too. But her tits entered a room long before the rest of her did. She had been widowed for a number of years and, probably due to her looks, built her late-husbands financial planning business into quite a successful venture.
She was having a great time teasing the married men when she noticed me sitting alone at the end of the bar. She came over to me and said with a smile "Hi. Is this a private party?"
"Sure is. But the conversation is a bit lacking. Would you like to sit down?"
"Why, yes, I would. My name's Marian. You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes, sort of. I joined a couple of months ago. I am still trying to find my way around here. I'm Jack."
"Jack? Don't hear that name much anymore. It seems mothers have taken to using soap opera names now-a-days."
"Soap opera names?"
"Yea. Names you here on those afternoon soap operas. Names like Dylan, Tiffany or Joshua." We both laughed at that. Growing up, I had a bunch of friends with those types of names. I doubt they would have found her comments as humorous as I did.
"So, Jack, what kind of work do you do?" I laughed and said I am happily unemployed. The look on her face said she didn't understand, one, how I could be happy about being unemployed and, two, I could afford this club with no job. I gave her the short version of my story, and when I got to the part about making a bunch on the options, her eyes light up and her interest in me became more acute.
"Jack, I am glad we met. I think we can make each other very happy." Now it was my turn to give the "I don't understand" face. "Jack, I run a very successful financial planning operation here, and I am positive that I can help you with your investments without costing you a bundle in fees."
"Ah, I see. So that's how I get happy, but how do you get happy?"
She just sat there, smiled and said "You come by my office day after tomorrow, which is Friday, right, and we can discuss a plan, ok? Say, 4:30ish? That way we can talk and won't have any distractions."
"I'll be there." She handed me her card and before standing up, put her hand on my thigh, giving it an innocent squeeze. "Bring your latest financial information and the names of the professional people you use, such as lawyer, CPA, broker, ok?"
She walked away, swinging her ass in such a way to ensure that every straight male in the room would turn their heads. Hell, I bet even a gay male would have looked too.
I spent Friday pulling all my records together. I thought I had done a pretty good job of diversifying my portfolio, but was interested to see what she could do for me. I threw it all in a brief case and, after playing a round of golf, went over to her office. The building was in a new office park, where there were maybe 5 towers, 10 or 15 stories high. Hers was the tallest and her office was on the 15th floor. Getting out of the elevator, I got a feeling of dread. Her office took up the entire floor and was decorated in what appeared to be expensive antiques. This was going to cost me some serious money. But, since I was already there, it wouldn't cost me anything to hear her plan.
I walked up to the receptionist desk, which looked more like a command center than an office desk. There were 2 computers and a huge telephone console. The pretty young thing, young being probably 21 or so, looked up and smiled, "You must be Jack? She is expecting you. You're a little early so why don't you take a seat. Can I have a drink brought to you? Soda? Coffee?" Looking at her watch, she added "Beer?"
"Thank you. A cup of coffee would be fine."
"We have espresso, cappuccino or maybe a latte?"
I laughed and said, "Do you have just plain coffee, black?"
"Yes sir, coming right up." She hit a button on the phone, told the person on the other side my order and hung up. "It'll be here soon. I'll let Ms. Thomas know you are here." She punched another button and announced my arrival.
