"My, my, my, what's your name?"
"Rain"
"That's and unusual name."
"And you are?"
"Amee."
Amee was a dark beauty, not in skin tone, but in attitude, dress, and demeanor. She stood about 5'7" and about 130lbs. She was dressed to kill. And even in the dim light I could still make out her features. This is a gift of mine. She had a tight waist line about 28" nice "C" size tits and an ass to kill for.
This was no ordinary party. We were at an all Hollows Eve Costume Rave. The drinks were free and so were the drugs, and there were plenty of drugs. I don't like to dress up so I went with a simple plain mask with no shirt, baggy jeans, and tan boots. She was a seductive vampire. She had long black hair to her lower back, red bra, black fishnet long sleeve, and tight mid-thigh leather skirt with chains and hand cuffs all over. Her face was done up nicely, with dark eye liner and blood red lipstick, not to much but just enough for her. Even through the fogginess of the acid and the hardcore techno style of the house DJ was thrumming in my head I could still tell that she wanted something from me. She walked right up to me, it seemed like she and I were in slow motion compared to the frenzy of the rest of the people dancing and raving in the night. As she got closer to me I could literally feel her heat. She was hot and I knew it.
She grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor. We started dancing like the rest of the fools in the building. We danced and danced. It seemed like forever, but since this is my party I knew it wasn't very long. I knew that at the half way point in the night they are going to set off the foam machine and as if right on cue, sirens started to blow Amee reached up and kissed me long and hard. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever had in my short lived life. Then boom, the place was flooded with foam. Foam shot out of everywhere and the techno kicked up going along with the sirens mixing in new bass line and rips. The crowd went crazy, I took a look around and when I came back to Amee she was gone. The rest of the night I spent looking for her, no more drugs no more drinking just dying for the taste of her lips again.
I am a wealthy businessman most people can't believe that I am so successful at such a young age. I am only 21. I did some small computer programming in high school and developed a mutating algorithm and a few people found out about it and now I own one of the world's largest network security businesses. I have contracts with a lot of powerful companies, but my best client is the US Government. They knew my programming skills would be worth having on their side. I employ only the best hackers from around the world, ages ranging from 12-30. It's simple to find them really setup a small webpage online asking a question. "Can you break me?" Tell them that the page is linked to the strongest server in the world, set up an ass load of security and wait fro them to come to you. If they can break it, offer them a job.
No one in my company knows of my night life. Our head quarters are located on my property 2 miles from my home. They do not know that I own a warehouse that I use for raves every week. That's the joy of being a rich hacker, fake identities. So I was a little surprised to walk by my secretary and hear her on the phone telling the other end that there is no one by the name of Rain employed by our company. Then she asked why they called my line asking for this person.
"Send, the call to me," I said as I walked by her.
"Hold on," she scoffed into the receiver.
"Line 2 she said over the intercom.
I picked up, "Hello?"
"You are hard to find. Your name fits, Rain."
"Amee, how did you find me?"
