Joe McCallan’s Masters in Economics and Bachelor’s in Financial Modelling came in handy when seeking employment at Wall Street. He started as a junior trader at a top hedge fund firm, then shortly after that was promoted to senior trader because of his impeccable skills to outperform the market.
Five years after starting at Walters Hightower Financial Services, Joe became their head trader. Eight years into his career with the firm, he was consistently outperforming the returns that competitor firms provided their clients. While they averaged 8 to 10 percent returns, Joe provided his clients with 15 percent returns. During his exceptional performances, his clients enjoyed 20 percent returns in a year.
He saw factors in the market that other traders deemed unimportant. After the stock market closed at 4 pm daily, Joe spent the next five hours analysing his trades for the day, reconstructing his thought process to determine where he went wrong and how to improve.
Weekends were reserved for the same activity. It was a lucrative exercise as Joe became a hedge fund manager after his tenth year at Walters Hightower.
His base salary was $200,000 a year, and he charged a 2% management fee and 30% performance fees, not to mention the generous Christmas bonuses the firm gifted him to ensure that he continued bringing in the big bucks. With all that income combined, Joe netted just over $1 million annually.
At 40 years old, Joe was set financially. But dedicating so much time to his job deprived him of having a social life. He didn’t mind because clubs and bars weren’t his thing. And the thought of walking up to a beautiful woman and engaging her in a conversation terrified him.
Although he loved his job, he yearned for female company. The limited free time he had he used to admire pictures of young, beautiful women smiling. Something about seeing a woman smile relaxed him. Her feminine energy rejuvenated him and eased the tension in his head from the extensive analysis he conducted.
On Sunday afternoon, Joe blew out a long breath, feeling the tension in his head gather again. Instead of opting to browse the internet for beautiful women smiling, he felt the need to be active.
The elevator door opened in his penthouse, and he stepped inside and then looked at himself in the mirror to ensure that the white slim-fit shirt matched the cream blazer and the light blue jeans and dress sneakers.
Joe took pride in his appearance, always looking smart casual outside of work, regardless of where he went.
The doorman opened the door for him and smiled.
“Hi, Matt. How’s it going today?” asked Joe.
“Good, and you, sir?”
“Everything’s always fantastic.”
Matt’s smile broadened. He liked Joe because he treated him with respect and spoke to him as if he were a resident at the luxury apartments where he worked for minimum wage. Joe’s positivity was also contagious, and it rubbed off on Matt.
Across the road from his building was an upmarket shopping centre. Joe wanted to buy more shirts and perhaps a suit if one caught his eye.
Inside the centre, a feminine voice flowed to his left ear, prompting him to tilt his head. He looked at a young woman with brunette shoulder-length hair, puckered lips that were obviously fake and perfectly round firm tits.
She had words inked on her shoulders and hands. Her tight black pants revealed her muscular ass and perfectly shaped thighs. She was different from the women Joe admired on the internet, but her voice kept him attentive.
He walked passed her stand as she spoke to an elderly woman, making his way to the boutique. A few steps later, he stopped and then turned around. The elderly woman left.
Joe’s desire to talk to the young lady made his feet move towards her.
“Afternoon, sir,” she said. “May I interest you in a free facial? It will take only two minutes.”
He smiled but had no desire for skin-care products. She examined his face.
“You’ve got some pores on your forehead and cheeks. A well-dressed gentleman such as yourself should take better care of his skin.”
Joe felt slightly uncomfortable, but he knew that she was right. Spending most of his week in a highly competitive and stressful environment had taken a toll on him, showing on his face.
“You’re not obligated to buy the product, but at least give it a try,” she said.
Joe wanted her company more than the product, so he sat.
She extended her arm and said, “I’m Natalie.”
“Joe. Nice to meet you.”
Natalie applied the cream to his forehead and face, then rubbed it in. Her soft fingers slid over his skin, making Joe feel as if he received a massage.
After rubbing the cream in, Natalie cupped his face with her soft hands. Joe couldn’t remember the last time a woman had done that.
She made him feel like a boy who was being taken care of by a gentle woman exuding femininity. He didn’t want her to stop. Her fingers touching his face relaxed him in a way that the photos never could. Having her close to him and touching him boosted his energy, elevating him to new heights mentally.
“Do you have a stressful job?” asked Natalie.
“I do.”
“That explains the tension on your face. It wouldn’t hurt you to smile,” she said cheekily.
He looked her in the eyes and smiled. She returned his smile while massaging his face. She took a cotton wool from the jar and wiped his face with it.
“Wow,” said Joe, looking at the dirty cotton wool she showed him.
“All of that was on your face. It had gathered gradually over the years and damaged your skin.”
She faced a mirror to him, and Joe looked at his radiant face. His eyebrow raised as he pursed his lips and nodded.
“I’m impressed.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it.”
As she swiped his card, she asked, “Where are you from?”
“Birmingham, Alabama.”
She stopped and looked at him. “I’m from Birmingham.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“No, I moved to New York as a teenager with my mother after my father passed away.”
Joe smiled and said, “What a small world.”
She smiled and nodded. He could watch her smile the entire day, not to mention her curvy figure.
“Are you happy here?” he asked.
“I work here for commission. It’s not bad but far from great.”
Joe nodded, feeling bad for her. He saw that she had a positive attitude and tried hard to make sales.
“Are you staying with your mother?”
“No, my boyfriend.”
Joe gritted his teeth and cursed internally. Why does she have to have a boyfriend? he thought. Just as he was about to ask her if he could wine and dine her at New York’s hottest spot, she placed a barricade in front of him.
“I see,” he said. “Okay, well. Thank you for the massage and the product.”
“I’d appreciate it if you came back in a few days to tell me that the cream did wonders for your face.”
She opened the door for him to speak to her again.
“Sure,” he said, smiling before walking off.
At home, Joe couldn’t stop thinking about Natalie cupping his face. It’s like it wasn’t part of the massage but her way of showing her desire to touch him more intimately. Maybe I’m overthinking it. It’s just wishful thinking. She’s got a boyfriend, after all, thought Joe.
In bed that night, he wondered how it would feel to stick his dick inside her. He imagined her pussy to be tight, but he didn’t mind if it was loose. As long as he had a turn. He pictured sucking her fake tits and cumming on her plastic lips. Joe didn’t doubt that having sex with her would be like being with a porn star for a night.
The few minutes each day at work he had to take a breather was preoccupied with thoughts of Natalie. He had used the cream daily, hoping to notice an improvement so he had a reason to talk to Natalie again.
By Friday, most of the pores on his forehead had cleared and his face seemed to beam more.
On Sunday, he wore his favourite shirt, cologne and a big smile. He wanted to ensure that he exuded youth and positivity.
“Oh, wow. Look at you. Your face has lightened up,” said Natalie as he walked towards her.
Just the words Joe had hoped to hear.
“You were right. The cream does wonders.”
She raised her shoulders and smiled, slightly tilting her head towards her right shoulder.
He didn’t want to come off as though he came to ask her out, so he opted to enquire about other creams. She showed him a body cream. As she said body, Joe pictured himself lying on a bed and Natalie applying the cream all over his body, eventually reaching for his dick and stroking it while moistening it with the cream.
“Sure, I’ll take it,” he said. “I don’t doubt that it does what you say it does.”
She smiled at him, and they held eye contact for several seconds before she broke it to ring up the cream.
“I never asked you what you do,” said Natalie.
“I’m a hedge fund manager on Wall Street. It basically means I manage people’s money with the aim of making them more by trading it on the stock market.”
“Oh, okay. Sounds interesting. Judging by your clothes and cologne, I’d say that you’re good at what you do.”
He smiled. “Thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”
She liked that he responded modestly to her test. His dress code had caught her eye, but his personality was even more appealing to her.
As he grabbed the bag off the counter, Joe said, “I can give you my number if you ever need to get in touch with me.”
She nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
Throughout the next week, Joe hoped to hear from Natalie. Even a message would’ve excited him. He probably would read it several times. But nothing. Another week later, he had given up hope that she would contact him. He thought about visiting her to ask her out, but what use would it be since she had a boyfriend?
Joe attended a cocktail party at his client’s penthouse at month-end. It was evident to him that the women in attendance were high maintenance and most were with their partners for the money, considering the men didn’t have dashing looks or fit bodies.
While conversing with his client, Joe apologised for his ringing phone. The client told him to get it before slipping away.
“Joe McCallan speaking.”
“Hi, Joe. It’s Natalie. How are you?”
“Natalie, hi. I’m good and you?”
“Not so great.”
“What’s happened?” asked Joe, noticing the despondence in her voice.
“My boyfriend kicked me out of his place. Well…ex-boyfriend. Doubt we’re together anymore.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, so now I’m out here and don’t know where to go.”
“I see. Um…okay. Let me think. I can come pick you up and see how I can help you.”
“I don’t want to trouble you. Just needed someone to talk to.”
“No trouble at all. I’ll be there soon.”
“That sounds great. Thanks, Joe. I really appreciate it.”
He arrived in front of her building half an hour later. As he approached her, she stepped towards him and threw her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. He lowered his lips to her head and rubbed her back. Joe was more than happy to help her.
After putting her luggage bag into the boot, he drove her to his place.
He showed her the guest bedroom and then the shower. While she cleaned herself up, he warmed up the leftover lasagne.
At the dining room table, Natalie kept her head tucked in between her shoulders and avoided eye contact with Joe as she gorged the lasagne. He knew that she was slightly embarrassed for being in this predicament and maybe even scared to be in a stranger’s home.
He also remained reserved as he didn’t want to bombard her with questions. She was already going through a lot and didn’t need an interrogation on top of it.
Although he felt bad for her, he was thrilled to have her in his home. He couldn’t believe that she would spend the night at his place. The only thing better would be for her to spend more than one night there.
In the morning, they had breakfast together.
“I slept well considering everything that happened in the last 24 hours. Thanks again for your help, Joe.”
“Glad I could help.”
“Hope it’s not too much of a pain having me here.”
“Not at all. In fact, I’m glad that you’re here. This place can get a bit lonely.”
“You’ve got such a nice apartment.
“Thank you. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you need to.”
A smile of relief appeared on her face. His words released the anxiety she had about where she would spend the night.
“You’re such a wonderful man. I’m so glad I met you.” She smiled and held eye contact with him for several seconds.
Before leaving for work, Joe put a hundred dollars on the kitchen counter and told her to use it for food. She told him to enjoy his day and then got dressed.
Joe arrived home at 9 p.m. He saw candles and plates on the dining table. Natalie walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room, holding a tray of chicken a la king.
“What’s this?” asked Joe.
“Dinner.”
Joe smiled, his eyes following the tray as she placed it on a board in the middle of the table. Usually, he picked up a healthy wrap on the way home from work. Having a home-cooked meal was a refreshing change.
Natalie dished up for him and asked him to try it.
Not only was it delicious, but he appreciated her effort. Even if it was burnt and pungent, he would’ve enjoyed the meal. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman went out of her way for him.
After he finished his portion, Natalie snatched the serving spoon and dished up more for him. He smiled as she added it to his plate.
Natalie washed the dishes while Joe opened a bottle of wine in the lounge. She joined him, and they toasted to the good times.
She crossed her left leg over the right, pointing it at him. Her eyes glistened as she looked at him, smiling. He smiled at her and then tested the waters by putting his hand on her leg. She put her hand over his. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
Joe’s hand slid further up her leg, squeezing her muscular quad. He got hard just by thinking about being in between her legs. Joe shifted his body to hover over her, and she opened her legs. He lowered his body onto her, pressing his chest against her inflated tits. She wrapped her legs around him.
Her plump lips covered Joe’s lips as they continued to kiss. He couldn’t wait to feel her lips on his dick. He got harder as he dry-humped her, eager to stick his dick inside her pussy.
She squeezed her hands in between their chests and then unbuttoned his shirt. He raised his chest to make it easier for her, and she pulled his shirt off him.
Joe stood up. She sat up and unzipped his pants.
He smiled, looking down at her, and she returned a smile. He knew that he was in for a hell of a time. Natalie stroked his dick a few times while looking at him. Joe closed his eyes as she wrapped her big lips over his tip and then slid her lips down his dick to engulf it.
“Aaahhhh,” Joe exhaled.
Her lips on his dick tasted even better than he thought. He exhaled again as she sucked his dick, making him even harder. More blood rushed to his dick, making it redder. Joe put both of his hands on her head, and his forehead wrinkled as he looked at her. He loved the blowjob.
Natalie pulled back, with the tip of his dick hovering over her mouth as she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled and nodded, which she interpreted that she should continue.
She sucked him off for a few more minutes and then licked his balls before putting them into her mouth. Joe had never felt his balls on such big lips. He wasn’t a fan of plastic surgery, but he loved what it did for his satisfaction.
Natalie stood up and pulled off her top. Joe looked at her perfectly, large tits with nipples the size of beans. He grabbed her waist and bent his knees to lower his head to her tits, then sucked them, alternating from one nipple to the other. He couldn’t get enough of them.
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying his lips on her nipples.
A few minutes later, she lay on the couch and spread her legs open. Bending his knees in front of the couch, Joe stuck his dick inside her pussy and then penetrated. Her round, firm tits barely wobbled as he banged her. A vein protruded from her forehead and she gritted her teeth as he increased the pace.
He squeezed her tits, and she hooked her heels onto his shoulders. Joe loved her plastic tits. They felt amazing. Having a handful of her tits turned him on more. He couldn’t believe how horny he was. Looking at her beautiful face while penetrating her tight pussy and squeezing her firm tits heightened his lust.
Rapid breaths blew out of his mouth, and his chest contracted and expanded. Sweat had formed on his forehead and chest.
A few minutes later, he stopped and panted, trying to catch his breath. His lips were slightly curled as he looked down at Natalie, feeling fortunate to be with such a stunner. He couldn’t believe his luck.
He pulled out his dick, tapped it on her clitoris and then slipped it back into her pussy. Joe continued to pound her hard.
After some time, she flipped over onto her hands and knees, her bum perking up above the edge of the couch. Standing behind her, Joe squeezed both of her butt cheeks and then stuck his dick inside her. She screamed as he penetrated and then looked at him over her shoulder, smiling.
He knew he was giving it to her just the way she wanted it. He continued the thrusts from behind for some time before he felt he was going to cum.
“Turn around,” he said.
She quickly got to her knees in front of him, and the tip of his dick hovered above her lips. His cum squirted onto her eyes. She closed her eyes, and Joe sprayed the remainder of the load onto her lips. Natalie licked the few drops leaking out of his tip, and she engulfed his dick with her mouth.
For the next few weeks, they continued having sex regularly. Natalie was determined to satisfy Joe sexually, and he wanted to provide the best lifestyle for her so that she would stay with him.
She cooked for him every day, and he dined her at expensive restaurants every second weekend. When she needed money, he gladly gave it to her.
The more time Joe spent with her, the stronger his feelings were for her. Natalie treated him well, and the sex was amazing.
Two months later, Joe walked past a jewellery store and looked at the engagement rings.
On Friday morning, he sent Natalie a text from the office, telling her to buy a cocktail dress as they were invited to a party at his client’s place. Joe would pick her up at 8 p.m.
When he arrived, Natalie wasn’t at home. He walked into his study room and saw that the safe was wide open. His suspicions were confirmed when he looked inside the empty safe. $100,000 was missing.
At the airport, Natalie kept looking over her shoulder while she checked in her luggage. The coast was clear, and she headed for the terminal.
She handed the boarding pass to the attendant. He scanned the pass, and the machine beeped.
“What’s going on?” asked Natalie.
“I’m not sure, ma’am. The system isn’t allowing me to process your boarding pass.”
“How can that be?”
“Let me try it again.”
The machine beeped again.
“What is going on?” asked Natalie.
A hand tapped her shoulder. She turned around, and her eyes widened.
“Maybe I can tell you what’s going on,” said Joe.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came to get my money.”
“What money?”
He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, Natalie. My 100k from the safe.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I had a tracker on the money. When I started falling in love with you, I had to be sure that you were who you claimed to be before I popped the question. So I hired a private investigator to look into your background.”
“And what did he find?”
“That you were renting on a weekly basis. Your lease expired on Sunday, which makes sense that you contacted me on Saturday. But you didn’t have a boyfriend.”
“I lied to you about having a boyfriend when we met because I wasn’t sure about you. Lots of girls do that.”
“Maybe, but you lied about living with a boyfriend. You lived alone.”
Natalie looked at the floor for a few seconds before making eye contact again. “I don’t have your money.”
Joe smirked. “When I found out that you were in a detention centre for theft, I was prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt. Everybody makes mistakes, especially when they’re young. But I had to be sure that you changed.”
“So you tested me by leaving the safe open?”
He nodded. “Unfortunately, you didn’t pass. Rarely does a leopard change its spots. You know, Natalie, I’m worth a few million dollars. You would’ve gotten more than you stole if you had stayed with me. But I guess you never felt about me the way I did about you. Pity.”
A man appeared behind Joe and then stood next to him.
Natalie looked at him and then asked, “Who’s this?”
“This is Dwayne Johnson, the P.I. I hired.”
Dwayne grabbed the strap on Natalie’s shoulder and pulled it. He handed the bag to Joe, who checked to see that all the money was inside. He nodded at Dwayne.
“Natalie Pool, you’re under arrest for theft,” said Dwayne and then slapped handcuffs on her wrist.
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