It was in the massive white walls, track lighting, and spotless, glittering objects of Williams Sonoma that Henri’s world stopped.    His eyes had caught on a crystal sconce perfect for the cozy, romantic eating area in the wine cellar of his family’s bed and breakfast.  He turned to survey the side of its rope-like motif when he heard two men murmuring to each other. They meandered up the little hallway between the bedro...

She lays on the bed wearing only an old t-shirt of mine, knees up just enough to put her beautiful behind on display. She pays me no attention as I enter the room, too wrapped up in what I assume is another business email that she’s typing on her phone. That’s what it usually is, anyhow. She’s a busy woman. I crawl onto the bed, sliding up toward her. I take a leg in each hand and gently guide them over my thighs as I sit...

As the alarm clock screamed, I rolled over and toyed with the idea of just hitting the snooze and going back to sleep. But now that my sweet dreams had been so harshly interrupted, I opened my eyes.The dream was a becoming a bit foggy and slipping from my mind, but the raging hard-on was not. These are they days I missed my ex the most. We didn’t have much in common anymore, but the one thing we still shared, until she le...

I woke up that morning exhausted. Last night had been a long night: a difficult client, contracts, negotiations, and in the end the failure to close. I was determined to start fresh, and work up some sort of positive attitude in spite of my desire to just go back to bed and sleep it off.So, after everyone was clean, fed, and out of the house I stepped into the closet to find my workout clothes. I grabbed some black stretc...

It started out just like any other day. And then, with one glance, it wasn’t.As I did once every month, I got up early, got my daughter off to school, and headed out to a meeting they call “Coffee with the Mayor”. It is just like it sounds, suburban and banal. But as a Real Estate Agent, it’s nice to know what’s going on in the town where you are working. But it’s also a little odd when you are the only person under sixty...

Jack had been in industrial sales since he graduated college at age twenty three, he was older now with salt and pepper hair. Jack was excellent at his job with a lot of happy customers. He kept himself in shape by going to the local "Y" to work out a few times a week. Jack looked better than most men his age. Standing six feet tall with a trim body shape, he was a good looking man. Jack got married soon out of college to...

The morning flight to Grenoble was full. I’d forgotten to reserve my seat by the window so I was stuck in an aisle seat getting hit by bags and elbows, not to mention hips and butts, as the passengers fought their way past me to the back of the plane. The middle seat next to me wasn’t yet occupied and I was already fretting that some overweight guy would come along and squeeze himself in, his stomach rippling over me and...

"Ten thousand dollars." "I told you: my parlor is not for sale." "I don't want to buy your parlor," the thin man said. "I want to franchise your parlor." "And own it. And staff it. And run it. No?" "Well, yes. To open new branches of--what do you call it? Courtesan something?--I'll need control of the business." "So you want to buy it." "Listen, Amy," he said, sitting down on the massage bed and crossing his legs, careful...

The best way to learn a business is from the inside. The best way to take over a business is also from the inside. “Hi! My name is Marlee. That’s all you need to know. For the past two years I have been working on the inside of a big-time bank in New York. I have observed bankers of dubious business practices who manipulate and skillfully maneuver hard working people out of their savings and dignity.” “Of course, I could...

Hello again! It's me, C.C. You know me. I ramrod a large part of a big-time banking operation. In my work, I buy up the worthless. I hire assistants to enhance it or repair it. Then I resell it for an enormous profit. Everybody gets rich, especially me. It's the same for hot white women. Yes! I'm a black man. I usually specialize in the beautiful young blondes like Felicity, Sindi, and of course my mainstay, Marlee. I spe...

Marlee: Chapter 04 by MrDeep © Hello again! I'm C. C. If you read the prospectus in Chapter 03, then you know that I have brought a new asset – with the emphasis on ass – into my portfolio. Who am I? I am an investment banker at a well-known bank. You know it. It's everywhere. I run a small part of the organization. I mine wealth. It's like paying people to dig it out of the ground. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do...

When it comes to trading whores, I am master. I like to be a black master to white women, too. Right now, I have two white whores. Their names are Marlee and her daughter, Sindi. I started with the worthless -- That's Marlee. She took a lot of special handling. Then I traded up to Sindi. She's priceless. Along the way, Marlee's husband, Fred, came into my possession. I sold him. He was worthless, but I traded up. Who am I...