Something for
Pandemonium
. No blood bathes. everyone involved with sex is at least 18. All fantasy. Hopefully good fun.
Chapter 1
Manny POV
I blame my parents for my original pissed poor self-image. My brother and sister were starting college when I was born. My sister called me the afterthought, my brother called me the after-birth. I was at least a surprise my parents were not prepared for. They were ready for an empty nest. Not adding to their family.
I was raised by nannies. It was not that my parents did not think much of me as they did not really think of me at all. Unfortunately, the rest of the world was pretty aware of that as well. From the stories told, my brother and sister were treated like a prince and princess. Their biggest problem was learning how to talk around those silver spoons in their mouths.
I was not awarded any of the protection of my family name growing up. My parents owned three of the largest businesses in my hometown. Anyone not directly employed by them probably worked for a company that acted as a support to their industries. Anyone who dared to mess with my siblings faced the wrath of the gods. It soon became apparent that I was not similarly protected.
I was bullied until I reached college. I ended up with a terrible self-image. I probably would have had problems anyway. Being a Nocwood did not award me any considerations outside the home. Being an unwanted child certainly undercut any confidence a normal kid might have.
A big part of the reason college went better for me was because the trust funds started to kick in. My parents were not self-made multi-millionaires. They sat on the shoulders of my grandparents and great grandparents. Trust fund money started kicking in when I was eighteen. Twenty-one, twenty-five and thirty-one had big jumps as I 'learned' how to deal with money. I got a large lump sum on my birthday which was followed by a quarterly payment that was more than most people made in a year.
I discovered people with deep pockets are popular on campus. I graduated at twenty-two with a business degree I won with very little effort. My college had just broken ground on a new wing they were going to name after me. Emanuel Richard Nocwood. Call me Manny.
There is a cute story about my name. My mother actually wanted Richard Emanuel but the paper work for the birth certificate got screwed up and it was too big a hassle to correct it. I guess they did did not have any white out.
My plan was to move back to my home town in triumph. I had invested a bit of my trust in a new high-rise building. It was the tallest building in Middleton when construction was complete. The building would provide high class housing to the city. It had a combination of apartments and condos in it's format.
My original plan was to build a fortress of solitude at the top of the building. I would perch up there like a super hero. OK, I was thirteen when I thought that up. I always knew I had money coming. The fifteen story high-rise was built on land I inherited at birth and was built using other people's money for the most part. A common trick for my money managers.
The final building did have secret passages. Panic rooms and hiding places. A small secret elevator that took me from the underground parking to the hidden panic room in the penthouse. The room had a wall of flat screen monitors to watch all the action in the penthouse and keep track of the rest of the building and neighborhood. My dreams had changed. Instead of being my hero HQ, I was going to make it a love nest.
Stormy Withers was the sexiest girl in my high school class. I lost my virginity to her after I turned eighteen. I was not alone... a lot of guys lost their innocence to her. I was not alone on that night either, I was part of a train of four. She told me if I had come to her on my actual birthday, I could have been the choo-choo. I was just happy not to be the caboose. I set Stormy up in my love nest as my courtesan.
Stormy POV
High school was pretty crazy. I was not much in the books department. I relied more on looks. Ended up repeating some grades. By the time I hooked up with Manny I could legally go to bars, which not too many HS seniors could do.
People picked on Manny a lot. I never got it. He was always nice to me, so I was nice back. I think that kind of shocked him. I was teased a lot too, so we were kind of the same. People always wanted to make everything hard. I could make things hard too, but I liked it better when everything was easy. No heavy planning. It was best if everything just fell into place. I found that I could adjust to fit any situation, why aren't more people open like me?
About the time the boob fairy granted me two wishes I discovered sex. I think I was eighteen and a late bloomer. I liked sex. I was popular. Some of the girls were jealous of all the attention I got. They called me a ho and other hurtful things. I am not a prostitute! I do it 'cause I like it! I never take money for it.
I also like nice things. If it makes a guy feel good to buy me a nice dress or a bit of bling, why should I take that away from him? Occasionally a friend would have to help me with a bill. Eventually I discovered a thing called compensated dating and my life became a lot easier.
Manny and I had a lot of fun until he ran away to college.
I was living in a party crib with a bunch of younger hot chicks when Manny came back. The other ladies were too much into booze and head candy. I was still into sex. My cop friends warned me the pad was being set up for a major drug bust. I tried to warn my friends, but they just called me a dumb slut. The boys in blue gave me a hard exit date, said they would move me to the street corner if I did not have a place to crash by then.