Jeffrey Walcott graduated as one of the top economics students at Harvard. He furthered his studies by obtaining a Masters in Economics, helping him land a job at a top investment firm on Wall Street.
Working 80-hour weeks left Jeffrey with scarce free time, which he used mostly to read about an economy’s impact on the stock market. He loved studying equities and swiftly advanced his trading career. The company he worked for appreciated his contributions and promoted him twice in two years.
Although Jeffrey was grateful for their recognition of his efforts, he found employment at another firm a few months later. After three years with the company, he became a hedge fund manager. Jeffrey’s director was so impressed by his skills to outperform the market that he asked him to mentor his traders.
He was uninterested in sharing the knowledge he acquired in the last 10 years, which would benefit only his employer. That’s when Jeffrey realised he didn’t want to build someone else’s dream. The only way his career would fulfil him is if he built his own empire.
He wanted to hand in his notice the following day, but his performance bonus was due in four months. The handsome payout would go a long way in his new venture.
While waiting for the bonus, he scoured the market for affordable offices. Portraying an affluent image was important in the investment world, so Jeffrey knew he couldn’t work out of his garage. He found a space that accommodated two offices and a reception. That was perfect for his small operation, which he planned to grow drastically.
He moved into the office after receiving the performance bonus and hired Mia to handle the administrative work.
Three months after opening his firm, he had attracted only two clients. Most investors he targeted were apprehensive about investing with a startup hedge fund because of its limited track record. Jeffrey knew he would make his investors money but convincing them of it would be challenging.
He realised that it would take years to develop his client base. Eager to expedite the wealth-building process, Jeffrey hired a salesman.
Three clients invested in his fund a month later. Another five joined the following month. Jeffrey was satisfied with the progress. But his salesman quit two months later after receiving an alluring offer.
He learnt from his salesman to target mature women who had inherited money or received it through a divorce.
During lunchtime, he stepped out to get a hotdog. He stood on the sidewalk and raised the bun to his mouth. A stunning woman walked past him, and he tilted his head to look at her ass. He imagined slipping her g-string off her ass, shoving his face in between her cheeks and then rattling his head as he licked her anus.
A man scuttled past him and intersected the stunning woman, stopping her. He smiled and looked her in the eyes and then extended his hand. Jeffrey watched them speak for some time before the man got the woman’s number. They parted after kisses on both cheeks.
Jeffrey, slack-jawed, stepped towards the man and said, “How did you do that?”
“What’s that?”
“Get that beautiful woman’s number after a few minutes. Do you know her?”
“No, we just met.”
“That’s amazing. I’m Jeffrey Walcott,” he smiled and extended his hand.
“Harvey Jones.”
Jeffrey noticed Harvey’s rugged, good looks. But it was his green eyes and smile, revealing his pearly teeth, that made him more attractive.
“What do you do for work?” asked Jeffrey.
“I’m a free agent at the moment.”
Jeffrey smiled, enjoying Harvey’s choice of words. He knew that smooth talkers specialised in word selection. “Are you looking for work?”
“Absolutely. I need the money. I’m willing to work hard, but nobody wants to give me a chance. I’ve got it in here,” said Harvey, pointing at his heart.
Jeffrey gazed in his eyes, seeing the passion burning. “Would you consider investments? Lots of money in it if you bring me clients.”
“What would I have to do?”
“Talk to rich women and convince them to invest in my fund. I’ll give you ten percent of their investment.”
Harvey smiled, seeing a solution for satisfying his habit.
They went out to lunch. Harvey told Jeffrey he lost count after sleeping with more than a hundred women, some of them were prostitutes. His favourite was Pam, a light skin beauty from Barbados. She serviced him well every time and made him feel like a king. He visited her whenever he had money and would disclose personal matters to her.
Back at the office, Jeffrey realised that Harvey would be more effective if he met women in person. His appearance and eye contact could not be communicated over the phone, and Jeffrey thought those were his key qualities.
Harvey made a list of women to target, then sent them an email to introduce himself, with his picture in the signature. It ensured that the women had an image of him in their minds when he called them the following day. The final step was taking them out for lunch to have an intimate conversation.
The strategy was successful. Not only did Harvey bring in ten clients in his first month, but he slept with six of them.
The money flowed in during the subsequent months, and Jeffrey was overjoyed. He knew he needed to keep Harvey happy to continue the momentum.
“You’ve done an outstanding job. I’ll bump up our arrangement to twenty percent of all the business you bring in.” Harvey’s eyes and lips widened. “Under one condition,” added Jeffrey.”
“Anything. Name it.”
“You have to sign a contract to stay with me for the next three years.”
“Absolutely.” Harvey appreciated Jeffrey’s respect and for taking him under his wing. He would never betray him.
“There’s one more thing.”
“Yes.”
“You need to be completely honest with me if we continue this arrangement,” said Jeffrey.
“I will. I am. You have my word.”
“How are you spending your money?”
Harvey stared at Jeffrey for a few seconds before dropping his gaze and then meeting his eyes again. “I’ve got a problem. I’m working on it, but yeah. It’s there.”
“Drugs?” Harvey nodded. “What kind?”
“Mostly coke.”
“Anything else I should know about?”
“You already know about the prostitutes, and I drink.”
Jeffrey didn’t probe the drinking issue, believing that it wasn’t as serious as drugs. But he didn’t know that Harvey mixed alcohol with drugs.
“What are you doing to solve the drug problem?”
“I’m working on it.”
Jeffrey didn’t take the conversation further because he didn’t want to pressure Harvey early and potentially scare him off. He hadn’t noticed any performance issues, so there was no need to sound the alarm.
The email, followed up by a phone call and a lunch with female clients, proved to be a winning formula for Harvey. The investments flowed in. It didn’t hurt that Harvey gave most of the female clients an orgasm, and they told their rich friends about him, who also wanted a piece of the action. Word-of-mouth advertising brought in millions of dollars in investments to the company.
Jeffrey handled the clients’ money well, opening trading positions only after doing extensive analysis. Seven out of ten of his trades were favourable, resulting in large profits. The clients were satisfied sexually and financially while Jeffrey’s company grew at a phenomenal rate.
The latest client was Sally Heffernan. She had finalised her divorce weeks ago, making millions off her cheating husband. Harvey had found out about her through one of his clients and had established contact via email and phone.
The final step before the seduction was lunch.
The wine glasses clinked as they lock eye contact and smiled. Harvey had a way of communicating with the clients that he was prepared to take their engagement as far as necessary to close the deal without being sleazy. Most of the women knew what he offered, and that was the reason they agreed to meet him.
After lunch, Harvey walked Sally to her car and opened the door of her Mercedes SL500 and then got into his car and followed her to the mansion.
They sat in the lounge and finished another bottle of wine. Sally crossed her legs and rubbed them, prompting Harvey to lower his eyes. She kept looking at him while rubbing her tanned legs. He pictured her screaming as he shoved his dick in and banged her hard.
Harvey shifted closer to her, keeping his eyes on her legs. He put his hand on her shin and slid his hand up to her thigh. Her lip lowered as she leaned towards him. He looked at her and ran his hand over her abdomen and up to her chest, squeezing her breast.
She pressed her lips against his, and he grabbed her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Sally reclined, and Harvey lifted his bum slightly off the couch to ravage her. She loved his aggression because she was eager to get down to business. Almost a year had passed since her ex-husband had banged her.
He clutched her favourite blouse and ripped it apart, exposing her busty chest. She quickly forgot about her ruined blouse as he dug his face into her breasts, licking and sucking them. She raised her chin and closed her eyes as she gripped the back of his hair.
Sally uncrossed her legs and parted them, feeling her pussy moisten. While ravaging her chest, Harvey reached in between her legs and rubbed her pussy over her g-string. She lowered her chin, resting it on top of his head and then moaned.
He kneeled in front of the couch and unzipped her skirt. She raised her bum off the couch, and he pulled off her skirt. He ripped her g-string, making her smile cunningly. She slouched on the couch and spread her legs open. Harvey looked at her wet pussy, then at her, both of them smiling.
He licked her clitoris, making her forehead wrinkle and closing her eyes. His tongue rattled, prompting her to exclaim, “Oh God. That feels so good.”
His licking made her wetter and prompted her to clench her teeth and muffle a groan. Harvey lowered his lips to her anus and licked it while rubbing her pussy. Not even Sally’s husband had explored that territory. His tongue moistened her anus and gave her a tingly sensation.
She clenched her ass cheeks, and her eyebrows neared as she frowned. Harvey’s tongue technique made her feel things she had never felt. A wave of energy pervaded her body, making her feel twenty years younger.
Harvey stood up and then crouched over Sally as he lowered his dick into her pussy. He shoved it in, and her feet raised above her head, her heels hooking onto Harvey’s shoulders.
He swung his hips, dick going in all the way into her pussy. She looked up at him and exclaimed, “Oh God. That’s it. Right there.”
Her satisfaction motivated him to bang her harder. Her face flushed, and she dug her nails into his shoulder as his pecks tightened. Sally shout out several screams, eager to release her satisfaction. She wanted him to pump more lust into her so she could release it.
After banging her for several more minutes, Harvey tapped her hamstring. Sally knew he wanted to enjoy her ass. He pulled out his dick, and she turned around, resting her forearms on the top of the backrest and her ass perked up.
He stroked his dick while admiring her ass. It was meaty, just the way he liked it. He ran his hands over her cheeks and down to her hamstrings, then back up to her ass. He squeezed both cheeks, then smacked the right one. It wobbled, and Harvey smacked the other cheek.
His teeth gritted as his desire to stick his dick into her pussy heightened. He thought that the delay would make her eager to have him, but it only frustrated him.
He stuck his dick into her pussy and groaned. She moaned, anticipating another hard bang. That’s exactly what she got, as more blood rushed to Harvey’s dick, making him hasty to release his cum.
But he kept it in, building up to the eruption by drilling Sally’s pussy. Hearing her scream made him delay shooting his load to hear more of her pleasure. It was a power thing to him. Harvey felt on top of the world when making money and banging women.
To satisfy her even more, he stood on the edge of the couch, bent over her and grabbed her breasts as he penetrated more aggressively. She sputtered moans, and he wanted to hear her scream.
He clutched her throat and pulled her hair. “I wanna hear you, you bitch.”
The incessant, hard pounding of his dick into her pussy had culminated her satisfaction to the point that she wanted the neighbourhood to hear her orgasm.
Sally raised her chin and screamed, releasing fluid from her pussy. Harvey slowed down, letting her catch her breath. She dunked her head and panted, her face covered in sweat.
Harvey felt it was his turn, so he put his feet onto the floor and clutched her shoulders. He sped up, making Sally raise her head and moan. He smacked her right cheek several times, turning himself on more. His balls tightened, and he felt his load traversing to his tip.
“Come suck here,” he said.
Sally quickly turned around, sat and put his dick into her mouth. Harvey twitched as his cum shot out into her mouth. She sucked his dick while looking up at him. He raked his fingers through her hair.
After they got dressed, Sally walked Harvey to his car and kissed him before saying, “We’ll chat tomorrow.”
Harvey was in the office with Jeffrey the following day when the $20 million from Sally arrived in the company account.
Jeffrey smiled, looking at the monitor. He knew that Harvey was a valuable asset to the firm and a big reason for its success. He shook Harvey’s hand and told him that he appreciated his efforts.
Harvey was adamant about learning the inner workings of the business, so he asked Jeffrey to mentor him. They began after finishing a few glasses of bubbly.
Jeffrey taught him the administrative tasks and showed him the basics of analysing charts. He also gave him the login details of the bank account because he felt Harvey deserved the access since he was responsible for the majority of the funds.
Harvey celebrated each deal he closed by visiting Pam and snorting a few lines before banging her. But this deal was big, so he wanted to really go all out. After Pam’s place, he went to a strip club and ordered several champagne bottles, caviar, seafood and had numerous private dances.
That lifestyle appealed to Harvey, and he continued the momentum for the next few months. He spent several thousand dollars a night on partying, and it seemed that no matter how much he earned, it was never enough to fund his addictions.
Several months later, he had only two thousand dollars.
Feeling distraught, Harvey went to Pam and brought two bottles of vodka and quite a bit of cocaine.
In the early hours of Tuesday morning, Jeffrey received a call. “What? You gotta be kidding me.”
“No,” said a female voice, whimpering. “I don’t know what to do,” she added.
“All right. Don’t do anything. I’m coming over,” said Jeffrey.
After taking care of business, Jeffrey went to the office. He sat in his chair, filled his glass with Scotch and pondered about what had happened.
He felt something was amiss, so he checked his company bank account. His heart felt like it had skipped a beat, then leapt to his throat and made him struggle to inhale oxygen. Jeffrey closed his eyes and lowered his head, telling himself that everything would be okay. He had no idea how, but he hoped everything would work out.
He picked up his phone and dialled Harvey. No answer.
Jeffrey got into his car and then visited every strip club in town. Two club managers told him they had seen Harvey in the last week. That made Jeffrey worry even more. He kept a close eye on Harvey and knew that he partied regularly.
A few days later, Harvey had still not shown up for work. Jeffrey had to admit to himself that he wasn’t coming back.
While sitting in his chair, he thought about his next move.
“Mia,” he said softly. She didn’t hear him, so he raised his voice. “Mia.”
She walked into the office. “Yes, Mr Walcott.”
“Listen to me very carefully. You need to contact all of our clients and tell them that their money has vanished.”
She frowned. “What?”
“Call the police. Tell them Harvey is missing and that he took all of the company’s money.”
“Oh, my God. Are you sure?”
“I’ve got proof.”
A month later, after dealing with enraged investors and lawyers, Jeffrey filed for bankruptcy. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten to that point in his life.
After walking out of the office, he turned and looked back at it. That company had brought him his best days and led him to his worst.
Jeffrey drove to Pam’s place. “You haven’t told anyone?” he asked.
“No. Nobody knows.”
He handed her a bag, and she opened it to ensure that the million dollars was inside.
Jeffrey went home and poured himself a full glass of Scotch. He thought about the night Pam called to tell him that Harvey had overdosed after mixing alcohol and cocaine. At her place, he put Harvey’s body into his boot and then dumped it into a river.
He believed that the client base would decline significantly because Harvey would no longer satisfy them sexually. Jeffrey feared that clients would withdraw their money and leave him penniless. There was no way he would let that happen after he worked hard to manage their money.
Without Harvey, he knew that he would struggle to find new clients. He couldn’t comprehend that clients may stay because he provided satisfactory returns. His lack of faith in himself brought him to do something he never thought he would.
Jeffrey logged into his offshore account and smiled, seeing the $450 million.
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