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Jack was happy all his planning was working out. He had a Law and an Accountancy degree by the time he was twenty-two. A major Private Bank had headhunted him as a trader. Jack was good at what he did; promotions came quickly. He was making millions a year, but his lifestyle was frugal. He had written several books on market trading; he also wrote articles for several financial magazines. Jack hated working in the City, but the City was where he would establish his name. This happened faster than he anticipated.
Jack was networking with the serious power brokers in the City. His calm mind and excellent judgement soon became noticed. After five years at the Private Bank that had employed him, he was appointed Director of Finance. Within three years, Jack was on the board of five more major public companies. Jack's life was changing. He was still earning big money, but it was so much easier now. Jack was now financially secure. When Jack was younger, his family had a house in a sizeable coastal town. Jack loved it there. He was a member of two prestigious golf clubs. There was a Horse Racecourse in the City; he enjoyed an afternoon there.
Jack had bought a beautiful apartment with sea views in the town. He loved the tranquillity of the location. The apartment block had twelve apartments with a Penthouse on top. A former Mayor of the City lived in the Penthouse. He was also the Apartments spokesman. If you had a problem with any of the services, then you spoke to Alex. Jack and Alex got on well. Jack was the youngest person to own an apartment in the Block; as Alex said, 'They walk in but are carried out in a wooden box when they leave.'
Alex invited Jack up for drinks one evening. Jack was impressed when he saw the Penthouse; it was enormous with five ensuite bedrooms, lounge, dining room, huge kitchen and a fantastic balcony. Alex lived there with his wife Sandra and his daughter Pam. To say that they were both busty was putting it mildly though Sandra tits looked a bit meatier. Pam was a widow. Her husband had been a local businessman with lots of money but had died sadly in a boating accident. Jack had said to Alex, "Alex, if you are ever thinking of selling this Penthouse, then please let me know."
Jack had spent a fortune refurbishing his apartment. He had installed Parquet flooring throughout. The kitchen and appliances were first-class, as were the three ensuite bedrooms. Jack had asked Alex if he would keep a spare key for his apartment if they needed entry when he was away. Alex agreed to this. Jack also asked because the whole apartment block had a very slow Internet connection if Alex would mind if Jack installed a small satellite dish on the Penthouse roof. Jack could install a cable to his apartment, Alex would also have an Internet connection at no cost. Alex agreed to this.
A month later, Alex came to Jack's apartment unexpectedly; Jack invited him in for a glass of wine. Ex was quite excited; he then said, "Jack, I'm thinking of downsizing. Would you be interested in doing a deal with me taking your apartment and you taking my Penthouse? Sandra loves your kitchen, and quite honestly, we don't need the space we've got upstairs."
A deal was done, they were both happy. Jack then planned the refurbishment of the Penthouse; he did it with military precision, he used the same contractors he had used in his apartment. All Jack's Antiques could be stored in a room in the Penthouse while the refurbishment took place. Jack stayed in the City while the work was carried out. The job they did was exceptional. The Penthouse was transformed from an excellent apartment into a dream apartment. The balcony was spacious with its barbecue.
Alex and Sandra were so happy in Jack's old apartment, both parties were delighted, but more so, Jack had created a place that he could relax and work in. The next big thing that happened was a Company that wanted to install a Glass fibre Internet connection. First, it had to go to a vote. If forty per cent of the owner's voted for it, then the Company would install it. With thirteen apartments, they rounded it up to six flats. Alex organised a meeting for all residents in a nearby Hotel. Jack was desperate for this to be done. It was the future.
Jack went to the meeting ten of the thirteen apartments were represented. Alex said that this was a good turnout. A representative of the Glass Fibre Company then spoke. He was excellent, highlighting the benefits of high-speed Internet. After he had finished, Alex, who knew Jack was desperate to have this and would happily have paid for six-monthly subscriptions just for him to have it. Jack did not know Alex was going to do this. Jack had no notes, no research data at his fingertips.
Jack then stood up and spoke freely for the next ten minutes. He told them by doing this today. They would be adding five thousand pounds to the value of their apartment at today's prices. This would raise yearly. He then brought out his smartphone, telling them how powerful this was and how much more powerful it was with faster Internet. He finished off with a detailed account of the Glass Fibre Company's accounts. He painted a wonderful picture, but he didn't tell them that he was a significant shareholder in the Company.
Alex then stood up and complimented Jack on his knowledge. Alex spoke for five minutes. Jack looked around the room. There were only three men there, Alex, Jack and a doctor that lived on the ground floor. The rest were women, including Sandra and Pam. All of the women attending all had the look of a woman that hadn't had a good fuck for a long time. All of the women there looked intelligent, were well dressed. They also all looked very fuckable. It went to the vote. There were eleven yes votes. A French lady, Collet, her neighbour, Edith, who was German, had given Collet her proxy ballot. Jack was so happy.
Alex had been introducing Jack to a lot of the neighbours. He had seen them around but didn't know names or what floor they lived on. Jack was pleased to meet them. They all seemed so lovely. They all have a wealthy look. Two Jewish widows were dripping in diamonds. Both had massive tits and were very attractive. They asked Jack what type of laptop they should buy and could they come to Jack for assistance. There was a charming French lady, Collet. She had cast her neighbours' vote, who was married to a knitwear manufacturer, she was impeccably dressed with a lot of class. She was also a widow, and her son ran the business.
There was a lady that played golf every day. She wasn't Jack's cup of tea; she was a bit agriculturalist. In fact, her business was dairy farming, and they had an enormous dairy products factory. There was an attractive widow whose husband owned a substantial bakery business. There were also two ladies in their seventies that both still had a twinkle in their eyes. One of them said that her son knew Jack, it turned out that her son was Senior Actuary in the City. There was also Sandra and Pam. Both of them were flirting with Jack. Jack invited everyone there to a barbecue on the following Saturday night on his balcony. Jack then asked Alex if he could invite any of the residents who had not attended the meeting if they would like to come.
The bakery window, Isabel, came over to Jack and said, "I find you very interesting. I'm pleased that we got the result as I use the Internet a lot. Could you give me your business card?"
Jack gave her his card with his name, mobile number and email address on it then Isabel said, "I'm looking forward to the barbecue. I'll WhatsApp you my acceptance; I live on the floor below you. It would be best if you popped down for a drink soon. Please call me Isa."
Jack was then asked for a card from the two full-bodied Jewish ladies. The French lady asked for two cards, one for Edith. The two older ladies also asked for a card. The lady golfer did not ask for a card and told Jack that, sadly, she had a previous engagement arranged for that evening. They all left the Hotel. Jack walked with Pam, Alex and Sandra were in front of them. Jack walked upstairs with them. Pam then said, "Would you like to come in for a nightcap with me? Mum and dad will watch the news then go to bed. We have converted the room that you used as a storage room into a little bar. It's very cosy."
Sandra and Alex were already in the apartment. Pam opened the door and showed Jack that he had kept the wine and stored things in a room. It had been transformed; it was now a small bar with a sofa and bar stools. Jack said, "What a snug little bar. It's ideal if you want a quiet drink."
"I'm glad you like it. What would you like to drink? I have a dry white wine."
