[This story is posted in Nonconsent/Reluctance and would also fit in BDSM. If you're looking for a sweet story of sex between people with a romantic connection, this isn't the story for you. Is it realistic? Keep in mind, it is fiction. In reality, Jannie might have taken much longer to convince than the two weeks portrayed in this story.]
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I have two cell phones. One has a number I freely give out to family, friends, business associates and one that is used just for a side business. No one in my family except my brother knows about that number. Now that my parents are gone and my wife is an ex-wife my brother is my family. It rings about three times a month and when it rings I know I'm about to enjoy my work.
If I had a business card for the business I share with my brother it would say, "Nick... Convincing Clients, Inc." and would list the cell phone number. That is a good name for our business; "Convincing Clients, Inc." That's what we do.
Let me give you an example of what I'm saying.
On March first last year the phone rang at 0922. I answered as I always do, "Speak to me."
At the other end a male voice said, "I was given this number by Michael Storm. He said you could help me."
"Tell me what problem you want assistance with." I said.
"My wife. I make a good living, but she doesn't want to control herself and she's spending us into the poorhouse!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Convince her to stop spending so much."
"You need to be specific. How much did she spend in January and how much in February?"
"She spent eighty-six hundred in January and at least eight thousand in February. I don't have the bills all in for February yet. For 2009 she spent a total of $104, 712 on herself."
"Why don't you just cancel her credit?"
"I did that months ago and she got the accounts reopened or started new ones."
"What would happen if she left town for a couple of weeks?"
"You mean would she be missed? Yes, she would. She has a beauty salon appointment every Thursday. She gets a massage on Tuesdays at the Beverly Hills Spa. She has lunch with the hens club on Mondays."
"Ok. I get the picture. I'll email a form to you. Fill it out and email it back to me. I'll do some checking and get back to you by the sixth. Then you can decide what you want to do. At the top of the form is an account number for an account at Bank of America. Before you do anything else you will deposit fifteen hundred in that account. That will cover my expenses to evaluate your situation and set things up to convince your client."
"Fifteen hundred just to evaluate the situation and us?"
"No. I will need to begin preparations for your wife to receive special therapy, designed especially for her that will solve the problem for you, forever. That and I will be checking you and her out to a depth the loan officer at the bank would not. For both our sakes, I need to be careful."
He gave me his email address and I sent him the form. It was more than a data sheet for a loan. It asked for details of their marriage, things they liked to do together, family dynamics and other personal details.
On Monday afternoon at 1310 the fifteen hundred was deposited in my account. I moved it to another bank before 1400 (two o'clock in the afternoon). At 1335 (1:35pm) my computer dinged. The form was back. I read and printed it. My work had begun.
On Friday the sixth of March I called him. I told him what I had planned and what result I assured him would be produced. His wife would never spend over a thousand a month without his permission, would never nag him about money, would return to being the submissive woman she was when they married.
He liked what I promised and asked how we would get started. I told him to call her and let her know that as a bonus he had been given a two week cruise for two on a private yacht, beginning next Friday. Tell her the cruise is to ports along the Mexican coast. Then on the appointed Friday they should arrive at a slip in Marina del Rey and would be welcomed aboard a hundred-ten foot yacht. I would lead them on a tour and he should excuse himself to use the head (bathroom) and instead of using the head he should exit the yacht. When we came back up on deck we would be safely out of the harbor and at sea. Two weeks later we would be back and her therapy would be complete.
He asked, "What will you do to her for those two weeks? No, wait. I don't really want to know. I just want the problem solved. Michael says you are great, I trust him, so... just do it." He asked about our fee and I gave him the news. He didn't balk for even a moment.
I called my brother and had him rename our yacht. No one would see the new name until Friday morning when we were within an hour of departing the marina. All the special supplies were already aboard. He bought and stocked the yacht with all the food and other supplies for a two-week cruise with no stops at any ports.
Her name was Jannie. She had been raised in Meridian, Mississippi in a double-wide mobile home. She met her husband while she worked as a waitress in a Hooters near the college where he was a student. Some of the young women working at Hooters padded their qualifications for their job. Jannie didn't need to do that. Her home grown double "D" cups and big smile were all the qualifications she needed.
They married two days after he graduated. They moved to Houston for two years and he became successful in the oil business. After Houston he relocated to Los Angeles and took an executive position with another oil company. They had tried for three more years for Jannie to get pregnant and it hadn't happened. Her husband, Mark, put on the form that they had concluded that she was infertile. My research discovered that she had surgery to tie her tubes shortly after they moved to Los Angeles. It had been done through her vaginal opening so there were no external scars.
I dressed in white pants, dark blue shirt, white tie and dark blue blazer to meet them as they came aboard. My brother was in white pants and white t-shirt.
When Mark parked he called my cell and I sent Pete with a cart to help with the luggage. I started the engines so the noise and vibration would be natural and then I watched as they walked to the yacht. Jannie was in a sundress, heels and a wide brimmed hat. She walked like she believed herself entitled to whatever wonderful things might happen. Mark wore a white shirt, maroon tie and gray slacks. He was smiling and even though I had never seen him face-to-face before the smile looked fake to me.
I greeted them formally and welcomed them aboard. Pete started lifting the bags aboard just after we were aboard. I asked if they would like something to drink or to have the tour. Jannie answered that she wanted the tour. Pete stopped moving the luggage. I led Mark and Jannie inside the cabin and down below. Mark asked where the bathroom could be found.
"There are four heads aboard." I said, "Two down on this deck and two up on the main deck."
Mark said, "I'll use one up there. You continue the tour. I'll be back in just a few minutes."
Jannie watched him start up the stairs and then smiled at me. She asked about the accommodations on the yacht and I showed her the various cabins. When we were at the door to the most forward cabin I was about to turn us back without opening that door when Pete rang the bell.
The bell was our signal that we were no longer in the marina. I opened the door to the cabin and helped Jannie inside. The other cabins she had seen were bedrooms. This room had no bed, no fancy dressers built into the walls. It was padded, floor, walls and ceiling and had only a hatch on the ceiling, no windows. As soon as she was inside I closed the door.
The sound of the door latching had her turn and face me. "We should leave the door open so Mark can find us." She said.
"Mark will have no trouble finding us." I said. "Do you have a cell phone?"
"Yes, of course."
"Would you test it and see if it works, please?"
She pulled it out of her purse and flipped it open. She studied the face for a few moments and said, "I'm not getting any bars."
"May I see it?" I asked, with my hand extended.
