Ethan Wilson ruled his empire with an iron fist. Born in wealth and someone who developed the skills to multiply said wealth to a ridiculous degree, he was going to be a catch no matter what. But the blessings bestowed upon him didn’t stop there. Tall, handsome, and mysterious, he was the end game for every money- hungry ambitious woman in this town.
He was a man of few words and a cold demeanor. He traveled in the most prestigious and exclusive company. So, the women who got access to those places were of the most spectacular variety. The very top from the world of supermodels, high profile actresses, literall royalties, and the very small percentage of gals who managed to fight their way to the top – politicians, other CEOs, and that one female crypto millionaire who was smart with her investments. And all of them had their eye on the stunning magnate. He kept his personal life frustratingly private.
Every time he showed up at such gatherings, it was a small holiday. He was famous and powerful in the eyes of famous people. They got all giddy and excited when his presence was announced.
Only if they knew what made him tick…
As he was walking through a crowd that split in front of him like he was a god carving through a sea of ambition, his phone buzzed. His powerful walk and towering frame clearly displayed he was not expecting to be bothered. Thankfully, this throng knew how to read the room. He still nodded at several people, he was not an absolute savage after all. Ethan ignored the fact that his acknowledgment made those people gush and also won them jealous stares from everyone around.
He escaped and found himself alone at the top of the city. The party had claimed the penthouse, on the roof of the highest skyscrapers in the state. The night wind fiercely bit at his skin. His expensive black jacket flapped like wings. His pants wrapped around his muscular thighs. Ethan didn’t notice any of that. The man had only eyes for his phone.
There, a picture of a bare leg welcomed him. From the side of the thigh all the way down to the naked pink heel an IBAN was written with lipstick.
He smiled. He then called.
‘Yes,’ the stable flat female voice, he liked so much, answered.
‘I have a better idea,’ he said with his deep warm
voice.
Sandra Blake existed in reality of mediocrity. A normal girl from a small town, she moved to the big city to find her fortune. She ended up with a basically useless diploma from a cheap university. This forced her to look for anything just to get by.
After excruciating months of frantic search and almost facing starvation, she landed a gig in a small coffee shop in the financial district. The job was mundane and boring. But it paid the bills. And from time to time, she was in the position to put a rich asshole in his place.
‘This is not the order I made,’ his voice boomed in her chest.
He was tall. With broad shoulders and one of those rugged strong jaws, only comic book characters had. Sandra didn’t believe men like him existed. A bodyguard or something. With that size what else could he have been?
‘I am sorry,’ she said.
He was probably working for some prick that needed things to be as precise as possible. A moronic control freak that would blow a blood vessel if things were not as exactly as he wanted them. She sympathized with this large guy. She didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble. But she also knew she couldn’t do much outside of offering to make a new cup.
‘I can make you a new one. Can you please repeat your order?’
‘I already made it. This is why I used your machine to order. To skip all that and not waste time.’
‘I am sorry,’ she said through clenched teeth. ‘We only make what we see on the screen. A mistake could have happened during the transfer of data,’ his demeanor irked her.
She ate the part when it was obvious the mistake came from the person making the order in the first place. ‘But if I don’t know what you ordered, I wouldn’t
know how to fix this,’ she wanted to be polite but his entitled attitude shifted her perspective about him.
‘Ugh, whatever,’ he rolled his eyes and took the
cup.
Sandra shrugged. Then she turned and saw her
boss. He was as white as a ghost. His eyes were bulging, a big blue vein was pulsating on his temple, and his mouth was gaping.
‘Hey, thanks a lot, asshole!’ Sandra yelled behind a very big man who was about to enter a car that cost more than the building she was storming out of.
The thing was, the door was opened by another man and the tall person was entering the backdoor.
The angry woman didn’t possess the ability to properly process information at the moment. The man
turned, while his chauffeur looked at him almost expecting an order to execute this insignificant woman. ‘You cost me my fucking job, you pretentious
prick!’
‘I am sorry to hear that,’ the man smiled and
waved at his employee to hold his ground. ‘What was the reason?’
‘I don’t know. The fat fuck just mumbled something. I guess I stepped on the wrong toes,’ she sighed.
said.
‘I wouldn’t mind your feet on top of mine,’ he
Sandra stopped in her tracks. Her brain was
working overtime.
‘You don’t know who I am, right?’ The man asked without a hint of ego.
‘No,’ the woman shook her head. ‘But to be kicked out so swiftly, you must be someone very important.’
‘I wouldn’t know. That’s for other people to say.’ ‘Please, spare me the humble act. I had to run
from that place to avoid being grabbed and avoid literally getting my ass thrown on the street.’
‘They were about to be violent toward you?’ He asked and his tone got dark.
‘OK, big boy. No need for that. Now, please tell me. Who was so clumsy to use a very simple system to order his coffee that got me fired?’
‘My name is Ethan. I am Ethan Wilson. And you are?’ He extended his hand.
‘I am Sandra Blake,’ she grabbed his large palm.
She thought opening a new bank account every month was going to be a huge hassle. And it would have been. But the money she was operating sped things up in ways she couldn’t believe possible. All those roadblocks, documents, and bureaucracy, that was for the poor. For her, all the doors were swung wide open, and even rose petals were sprinkled in front of her feet.
Everything was ready in less than ten minutes. She received the email with the new information. She smiled and went to the bathroom.
Sandra was now standing wrapped in her luxurious towel. Lipstick with a value that could only be justified if they used the blood of virgins for the pigment, dangled in her hand.
She began putting the letters and the numbers across her right leg. The first symbol materialized at her hip. The last one circled her ankle. She extended her limb on the bed but the phone couldn’t capture the full length of her leg.
The woman needed to land on her knees and place her butt on her heels. This way she was able to cram everything in the shot. She pressed SEND.
A minute later he called. Before she picked up, she coughed. She calmed her breath. One last deep sigh. She closed her eyes and pressed the green icon on her display.
‘Yes,’ she tried to sound flat. Neutral.
‘I have a better idea,’ his velvet voice caressed
her ear.
‘I will give you access to my own bank account.’
Sandra stood from the bed and the towel dropped at her feet. Cold sweat covered her naked body. Wild butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her spine was a battlefield for spiky tingles. Her legs shook, and her lower lips trembled.
‘About damn time,’ she said with a voice that didn’t match her trembling figure.
‘There are some rules,’ he said.
This was the moment of truth. One wrong word, one wrong sound coming from her throat threatened to kill the mood. Acting bitchy and demanding had its place, but was this the right time to act tough and bossy?
Being too passive also hid risks. After all, she was his financial dominatrix.
There was a thin balance only very few knew how to keep. Greed had no place here. Being emptyheaded and easily impressed was something you could offer to meek men. Not to someone like Ethan. He was surrounded by thirsty gold diggers and women who believed they were entitled to his wealth only because they had nice tits.
No, what Sandra brought to the table was something none of the sluts on those parties could give him. She knew how to walk that razor-sharp edge barefoot without cutting her soles.
‘This will cost you,’ she finally said.
She relaxed and sat on the bed. She stretched her legs and forced herself to embrace her casual side. She was already dressed for the occasion; nude, with wet hair, and red lipstick bleeding on her leg. Sandra smiled. Considering what the women at the party were going through to even get there. She was so far ahead of them, that there was no reason to be afraid. He came to her. He asked for that. Ethan initiated this relationship and opened her eyes to the world of financial arousal.
‘Of course,’ he said.
She could feel his smile on the other side.
‘You have one hour. You can buy anything you want. You cannot transfer money from account to account. Just buying. I will watch every transaction. And you have to be on the phone. Starting,’ he made a dramatic pause. ‘Now!’
Sandra just sat there. She cracked her neck and yawned.
‘Are you?’ Hesitation crept into his voice. ‘Are you doing it? There should be a message in your email. You will need your laptop and…’
‘Yes,’ Sandra waved her hand. ‘I will get around
it.’
‘You will get around to it…’ he hiccupped. Ethan was stunned. He stood on top of the world
and this little nobody managed to deflate him with one simple sentence. He gave her access to hundreds of millions of dollars, and she was taking her sweet time. Despite the cold wind, his brow sprinkled with drops. His shirt was soaked. He felt the sweaty streams cutting through his muscular torso.
‘Yes. I just got out of the shower. Speaking of which. I might need a new pyjama. And a pillowcase. Might even splurge on a duvet,’ Sandra forced a dry giggle.
She left him in complete silence for a second.
She stood up from the bed and went to her laptop.
Sandra swayed her buttocks as if she had an audience. But this allowed her to be slow and just enjoy the moment. The woman kept the phone close, so he could hear her tapping on the keyboard.
‘OK,’ she sighed as if she had run a marathon and was bored out of her mind. ‘Let me see if I can find someone who can deliver to me something tonight.’
Ethan was breathing hard when he heard her using another phone and having a conversation with someone.
‘Oh, hi. Derek Rose. I was wondering if I could get one of your long dressing gowns with a golden motif on the breast pocket? In the next fifteen minutes if possible?’
Ethan bit his lower lip.
‘I am size S,’ she apparently cut off someone on the other side. ‘Even better if you can send your top designer and tailor with a lot of silk. Yes, to take my measurements and do something quick and fun for me tonight. I will expect them in fifteen minutes. Please don’t take too long. I have nothing to wear to bed and it is getting cold.’
A voice tried to argue with her. Sandra ignored
it.
‘While I will wait, can you be a dear, oh, and I
apologize if I woke you up, but this is an emergency as
you can imagine,’ she forced the worst fake rich laughter only a lot of wealth could give. ‘So, if you can swing by the car dealership on the corner of L. and K. Yes, that’s the one. And pick up the Lambo on the right. The green one. They will be waiting for you.’
Ethan expected her to drop his name somewhere. To make things easier. But no, she guided her demands on her own. She never mentioned his buildings or alluded in any way she knew him.
He listened as people rushed Sandra’s small apartment. His mind ran wild with arousal. She was prancing naked in front of star professionals, either kicked out of their beds or dragged away from glamorous parties.
Sandra insisted to keep her shitty apartment, despite the resources she was extracting from Ethan. This made her all the more enticing. And now, all that wealth and glamour was spilling into that dump.
Ethan watched the very large number in his account march in the wrong direction. Something that has never happened before. Seeing the number change and not grow was a new sensation for the mega- successful man. His penis bulged in his pants. A wet spot spread across his underwear. It was uncomfortable and so demeaning.
As someone who always had everything he wanted at the expense of others, it was quite an alluring feeling to be reduced to just an object. Something that can be drained. The blood pulsated in his thick shaft. The edge was deadly. It forced his pants to erect such a massive tent, he needed to keep his back to the gathering.
Ethan’s lips were trembling from the excitement. The anticipation of her moved made his stomach convulse. This woman brought life and actual excitement to an existence that was getting beyond stale.
He was listening to this woman have a frank conversation with a complete stranger about her ass.
‘Yeah, you see how my butt looks when I have these type of panties. And I agree, the fabric just doesn’t agree with my skin. I need something lighter. I want to feel as if I don’t have anything on my pussy,’ she giggled.
Laughter echoed around her.
‘So, tell me about that silk. With the gold strands. I don’t know how it will affect my poor ass cheeks but I have tried everything else and I am open to anything. Oh, I almost forgot. Keep the idea with the diamonds. I like how you think, sir,’ she laughed some more.
Ethan listened and breathed heavily. Something Sandra was keenly aware of.
‘Don’t get so excited,’ she commanded from the other end. ‘The rules never mentioned you can distract me, Ethan.’
‘Yes, of course,’ he swallowed hard and tried to maintain his composure.
The man visibly failed but Sandra couldn’t see him. He even missed the part where she clearly said his name. Instead, Ethan pranced around on the rooftop. His manic pacing caught the eyes of the party guests. They were observing him spending his time alone on the phone anyway.
Seeing him almost sink into a delirious meltdown while having a huge grin on his face was a discovery to them. This only made him all the more interesting. What was happening on the other side of the phone? Who was driving him insane?
Openly, he became the topic of the evening.
If only they knew that a simple, average- looking, girl from a small town, nobody knew the name of, playing with the astonishing amount of his wealth was the thing that made his cock hard.
THE END
