I hope you enjoy this story.
Edited by DRGRIFFIN
Introduction
My name is Dr. Mercedes Ricci. Yes, Italian. I am forty-two years old as I write this story. I have a PhD in Electrical Engineering from Georgia Tech. I am the founder and majority owner of a technology firm that invents devices used in security systems. Yes, I am a Rich Bitch!
I grew up in a small town in Georgia, smartest person in my small high school but weird and ostracized by my fellow students. Mostly my problem. I couldn't relate to anyone and had no friends. Plus, I spent all my time on my studies and trying to make money for college. Luckily, I received an academic scholarship to Georgia Tech. This allowed me to go to that university and pay for my education by working part time jobs. Again, I spent my time working on my studies and making what money I could. But as a result, I finished top of my class and achieved my PhD when I was twenty-five.
While I was at the top of my class, I had few if any interpersonal skills. I was a female in a male dominated field and saw males as the enemy. In engineering the dominate trait was macho. There was little time to care about anyone else's feeling much less your own. There was only winning and achieving. This environment made me hard. At least I blame the environment. Being female, I thought I needed to outdo my male competition. I became a very macho female, able to hide my femininity. People were intimidated by me. It was natural anyway because of my intellect but I made it worse, maybe not on purpose but still I used intimidation as a defense mechanism. In short, I developed the skill of being a hard-assed bitch.
My ability to be macho was only enhanced by my physical appearance. I am a big girl. By the time I got to college, I was five-feet ten and around two hundred pounds. And to be honest my weight only increased in college. I hardened my appearance by cutting my curly black hair severely short, wore no make-up, and dressed in the most masculine way I could. My typical campus dress was baggy cargo pants and bulky shirts. I can carry a lot of weight for a female. You see I have large breasts and a big round ass. But at over two hundred pounds these features were hidden in fat. Both my breasts and ass were flabby.
I dated only a few boys during the entirety of my educational experience. I wasn't the least bit interested in dating the people I was competing with so fiercely. I am also sure that I never gave a boy a reason to be interested. The few dates I had were with geeks like me and they all ended in some kind of argument. With me beating them down through intimidation and intellectual bullying. I did have a lesbian experience with a roommate. While I enjoyed playing around with my roommate, I didn't think I was gay. But it did give me some sexual experience. The one lasting effect of this was good techniques for pleasuring myself.
After college
After receiving my PhD, I went to work for a defense contractor in North Carolina. For three years I developed an expertise in electromagnetics. In my work, I began to see commercial applications for the types of innovations we were working on in the security field. I quit the security of the big firm to develop one of my ideas outside the defense industry. It took six months and all the money I had saved and could borrow to develop a prototype of the security sensor I had envisioned and file for a patent.
With the patent filed, I looked for an angel investor. There was one investor I particularly wanted to hear my pitch. He had some experience starting the type of firm I had in mind. After a lot of phone calls and endurance on my part I got a meeting. I gave them a business plan, a high-level description of the device and description of the patent application. That got me an invitation to make a presentation.
When I was working for the defense firm, my dress remained the same. My macho intimidating bitch act was honed to perfection. For this presentation, I took my last dollars and bought a cheap hard-ass business woman outfit. I thought it hid any femininity and as much fat as possible. The presentation and follow-up questions lasted for two grueling days. At the end of the two days and all questions answered I felt good about my prospects. The key argument was that the patent was defensible and would be granted. The angel investor on the second day had a patent attorney interrogate me.
For the next few days I was on pins and needles. Then I got a call to come in the next afternoon. I was to meet with Mr. Ned Freedman. He was the primary partner in this firm. I knew if he said 'Yes' the deal would be done. He had a reputation of being a hard sell and a hard man. Mr. Freedman was old. I knew he was a widower with two grown children. His children hadn't done much with their opportunity. They both lived far away from him. By outward appearances, his children were spoiled rich kids.
When I arrived at Mr. Freedman office, much to my surprise I was to meet only with him.
He said, "The team is really impressed with you and with your proposition. I think there is a deal to be done."
I kept my cool, "Well great. How do you see this deal being made?"
He said, "Hold on. I know all about you. You know we researched every aspect of you and your life so far."
I said, "I was sure you had. Is something wrong?"
He smiled, "No, but what do you know about me?"
I told him. He again smiled and said, "Yes that is me. So, you know that I am an old man with a lot of money and a business that is very valuable. You also know that neither of my children are worthy to inherit the business or my money for that matter."
