When Dean stepped off the plane he was a happy man. He'd spent most of the twelve hour flight from Australia in the bathroom with the hot redhead he'd met when he'd boarded, and then with one of the shapely air hostesses after that. He decided that he needed to take a break from all the sex. He'd spent the last week having sex every day, and there reached a point when a man just needed a break.
He got home to his cheap one bedroom apartment, and spent the day in, just watching TV. It was a relaxing change from the last week, and allowed him to recuperate a little. The next day, he looked on the internet for the addresses of local law firms, and went door to door with each of them. He made the effort to dress up like a courier, and even had a box wrapped up under his arm. He asked to see the 'person in charge' at each one, and most of them were men, which held no interest for Dean. It was late afternoon when he pulled up at one of the last law firms on his list. It was a massive building in the city, all glass windows. He went through the routine of asking to see the person in charge, under the pretense of having a package for them. After some waiting as the secretary talked on the phone for a while, he was directed to the elevator, and she pressed the top floor button for him. He thanked her, and she responded with a wink. He felt a sharp tingle in his dick as she did, but the doors closed before he could respond in any way. As he waited, he gradually felt his erection reach its full size, and he shifted uncomfortably, not able to do anything about it. He thought about talking to the secretary on the way out, maybe make a few 'suggestions' and take her back to his place. The ideas were still swirling around in his head when the doors opened, and he saw what looked like another lobby, just like the one downstairs. The secretary here spotted him and picked up the phone, said a few words, and hung up again.
He was asked to wait, so he sat down. He didn't have to wait very long, however, because the person in charge approached him and reached out to shake his hand. Dean's heart leapt in his chest as he looked up to see who it was. It was a woman! This is what he'd been looking for. His heart sank a little though when he took a good look at her. She wasn't as attractive as he'd imagined. In fact she was downright masculine. Oh well, can't have everything.
"I understand you have a package for me." she said with a small smile. "I'd like to know why it couldn't just be left at the front desk with the rest of the mail."
"I can explain that ma'am, in private." he replied. She narrowed her eyes at him, but eventually led him to her office, and fortunately there was no one else there. She sat down behind her desk, and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of her.
"So, what's this about?" she asked when he'd sat down. Dean didn't waste any more time.
"Karmina." he said, and he saw an immediate change in her demeanor. Her eyes went blank and her face lost all expression. Dean's heart was racing as he thought about what he was about to do.
"Are there any monitoring or surveillance devices in this offices?" he asked. She said no in a flat, monotone voice. Well, that was a relief.
"What's you're name?"
"Diane."
"Diane, how much money do you have in your personal bank account."
Dean didn't hear the exact figure, he jumped for joy when he heard the word 'billion', and the rest was just noise after that. He gave her instructions to transfer two million dollars to his bank account without question, and that she wouldn't remember doing it afterwards. He also told her to give him her personal cellphone number, and if he were to call up and say the words 'it's raining penguins', something that no one would ever think to say to her, then she'd make another transfer for the same amount without hesitation, and forget about it afterwards.
Dean checked his bank balance on his phone on the way down on the elevator. His vacation had left him with not a lot left of what he'd saved for it. From memory he figured he only had a hundred dollars left. The number on his phone was considerably bigger than a hundred. Bigger by two million. He skipped out of the building, drove home, and called his boss, telling him to suck it and that he quit.
He decided to celebrate his new-found wealth with some dinner, and headed straight for the supermarket. He was browsing the dairy aisle when he bumped into someone, literally, and both of them dropped their baskets. The woman he'd bumped into was flustered and apologized again and again as she knelt down to pick up her basket.
"I'm sorry about that." she said for the fifth time. "I'm just all over the place today. I'm trying to get my daughter's birthday ready on time."
"That can be tough." said Dean, making idle small talk with the woman while he stole glances at her chest. It was impressive, probably in the double D range, even though she was slightly shorter than him. She was also a little on the heavy side, but not what he'd call fat. She was more full-figured, and her long curly black hair was draped over her shoulders in a way that framed her chest to him perfectly. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he started to think of how he could satisfy his urges.
"It is tough." she said, completely oblivious to his staring. "She's turning 18 today."
Sinful thoughts started to dance in his mind as she said this.
"Can't your husband help you out?" he asked innocently. It sounded fake to him, and he knew it, but he hoped that she wouldn't notice.
"Oh. No, he's . . . uh. He's not around to help."
Dane's imagination was going crazy, and he couldn't help himself. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and said the magic word.
"Karmina."
Her eyes glazed over and she remained completely still.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Julie."
"What's your daughter's name?"
"Haley and Vanessa."
Dean blinked in surprise.
"You have two daughters?"
"Yes."
"How old are they?"
"Haley is eighteen today, and Vanessa is twenty two."
"Where is your husband?"
"I don't know. He left ten years ago."