I always feel out of place. Whether it’s dinner with family, drinking with friends, or even attending one of these charity events for Preserving Democracy, I never feel comfortable. There’s never a moment where I can sit back and bask in the glow of community. It always feels like I’m a wolf sneaking around the chicken coop.

I smile, mouth shut, big grin, like I’m ready to explode into waves of awkward energy. The camera flashes. More people wanting my picture. They don’t know me. They know I have money, that I can fund their projects or single-handedly put their name in the news. But beyond my influence, they have no idea who I am. And I can’t imagine speaking more than five words to any of these people in an in-depth honest-to-goodness conversation.

You know, man to man, or man to woman, and not B2B or seller to buyer. All the world is, is insincere corporate nonsense. And of course my name is synonymous with all that greed. My father and his father built these companies, built the brand, so that our descendants could be GREAT. We are the elite, the rulers of the free world. It’s an obligation I ought to be taking seriously. And yet here I am, just wanting to run away to a beach somewhere on an abandoned island.

“Hello, Mister Troy!” a man with a firm-handshake tells me, looking right through me, probably sizing me up for how big of a grant I could give him.

“Hey,” I say with a weak smile, assuming I met him somewhere before. I just forgot where.

“Hello, Mister Troy!” another man says, grabbing my hand as soon as the other fool lets go of it.

“Mister Troy!” an older woman says, tilting her head. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Yes…I mean…it’s an honor to meet you, too,” I say with a grin.

“I can’t wait to collaborate with you, Mister Troy,” she says with a firm nod.

I can’t wait to collaborate with you, too, I think to myself, checking out her massive boobs. She may be in her fifties, but I could teach this dingbat a few tricks.

God, what is wrong with me? I can’t even get through one conversation without thinking of fucking my business colleagues. I must be overworked. Lately, all I can think about is getting away from everything polite and kind…

“Hello!” another girl says.

“Hey!” I smile back. Yes, getting away from THIS. This horrible simulation of human conversation. These boring meetings about product placement and mergers. I swear to god, I just want to disappear from this earth...

I nod at the girl, letting the idiot know it’s time to let go of the handshake already. I move onto the next guy, some dufus in a suit. This is going to be a long and unforgiving night, isn’t it?

Christ…I feel like I’m back working the cash register at Walganic, my first pharmacy job that Dad insisted I take so I could learn humility. It was 9:15 in the morning and it felt like I had already waited on fifty customers. Just seven more hours of this shit…just seven more hours, that’s what I used to say.

“Hey kid,” David Zalaya whispers to me, waking me from a power nap. Nap? Or is this nighttime? Or morning? What time is it anyway?

“Wake up, sunshine. It’s ten o’clock in the morning. You look like you never even went to bed last night. Have you heard?” David says with an evil grin.

“No…what?”

David’s been my longtime business mentor ever since Dad died. He’s been training me since I was a ten-year-old scamp. Now, twenty years later, he knows it’s his job to give me all the bad news first and the good news second…if necessary at all. It’s hard not to listen when his wrinkled face and spiky gray-hair convulse in merriment. Even his little black suit seems extra chipper today. Damn fool is so happy all the time…even in the worst of times.

“Remember that party you went to two days ago?”

“Barely…I go to some ridiculous charity event every goddamned day. How am I expected to remember…?”

“Well you made a great impression, kid. Check out the paper.”

David hands me a newspaper, letting me see for myself the headline.

Local Female Journalist Protests “Sexist Pig” Zander Troy’s Appearance in Fort Worth

“What?” I read the paper in confusion.

“Nice, isn’t it?” David says in sarcasm. “Apparently you got drunk at that party and offended some feminist witch. Now she’s all over the news talking about how awful you were to her.”

“That’s bullshit,” I answer quickly. “I didn’t do any such thing. I shook hands, got drunk, went to sleep in the office upstairs like I always do.”

“Well, she sees the story differently.”

“Hey…” I grab the paper again, examining the photo. “I remember this girl. I shook hands with her. She said hello. And now she’s claiming I harassed her?”

“Not quite. She’s claiming you’re a degenerate woman-hating scum of the earth and you should be banned from the city.”

“WHAT?” I say in disbelief. “Maya DeBank? Who the hell is she? I’ve never even heard of her!”

“No one said she was Barbara Fucking Walters, kid,” David says, cackling. “She’s probably some kid wanting to get her fifteen minutes of fame. And of course, if you’re a bastard to her that gives her a little extra incentive.”

“All I did was shake her hand.”

“Is that all?”

“Well…” I fold my arms and think back. “I sort of nodded at her, strongly implying she should let go of the handshake. I mean, it was over. What did she want, an autograph or something?”

“There ya go, kid,” David says with a smile. “Optimistic little girl, goes in wanting to meet her hero. Has her dreams crushed when she finds out he’s just a rich asshole like every other billionaire heartthrob.”

“Ah, Jesus,” I mutter.

“The bad news is the press is loving this. They got hold of the story and ran with it. Turns out a lot of women really hate you.”

“What? Why?” I say in confusion. “But…I’m really good in bed!”

Not to be too modest about it…

“Sure,” David says with that oily grin of his. “And that’s why they hate you, kid.”

“Jesus…”

“Oh, check it out,” David wheezes as he loads his iPad on a live stream channel. “The Associated Press picked up the story. Maya is now giving an interview.”

“What?! No one even knew who this bitch was fifteen minutes ago!”

David watches the interview in cackling amusement and I’m forced to listen as this kid, whom I barely remember meeting, tries to sabotage my career!

“I just think it’s a very lowbrow moment for the people of Fort Worth,” she says. “I mean, we’re living in very divisive times. Times where Blacks and Mexicans are finding a national voice. And a time where women are finally getting the respect they deserve from men who would silence them and sexually harass them. And I just don’t think we need more appearances from sexist pigs like Zander Troy. I think…”

The crowd surrounding her applauds.

“Enough is enough!” she says. “I mean, we can’t just go after President Trump while ignoring guys like Zander, who’s just as bad but a lot prettier. We have to send a clear message.”

“What the fuck!” I yell out, grabbing my hair in frustration. “I voted against Trump. I donated to the DNC! She’s spreading lies about me!”

I shake my head and pull the tablet away from me, trying to forget this embarrassing moment…

“Oh, and another thing,” Maya says, “I’ve heard he’s, umm…very selfish and SHORT in bed. That’s just what they tell me.” The crowd laughs.

My open mouth gradually crumbles into a laugh. Okay, now she’s just gone from batshit crazy to a total troll.

“Well, if she wanted to get my attention, she’s got it.”

“Tell you what to do, kid,” David says. “Find out where she works. Surprise her in front of all her people. Make her feel star struck. Give her a little hard TLC. You feel me? She’ll be so embarrassed, you’ll make sure she never mentions your name again.”

I laugh again. “I’ve just never heard a woman so filled with hate for me. All from one bad handshake?”

“Yes!” David says. “The handshake is what gets you!”

I decided to pay Maya DeBank a visit after finding out that she works at the local Tax Assessor-Collector Office.

As soon as I enter the room, several people do double-takes, no doubt recognizing me from television. I’m dressed in a suit and smiling wide, looking like I’m ready to buy the whole city out of spite.

“Hello, my friends,” I say with a wink. “I’m here to see Maya DeBank.”

“Maya!” a little petite lady yells out towards the back. “Visitor here to see you.”

“Ugh…” I hear her say as she emerges from behind the closed door. “Is it my mother? I already told you…”

Maya’s eyes shoot open wide as she recognizes me, and sees the most curious look on my face. A smile.

“Well hello, Maya. I believe we’ve already been formally introduced. As you know, and loathe, I am Zander Troy.”

“Umm…yeah,” she says, trying to keep her head low and stop herself from blushing.

“I get the feeling that our first encounter was not to your liking. I apologize. I can be abrupt sometimes. But I certainly never meant any disrespect. I hope you’ll accept two tickets to The King and I this weekend. Bring a guest of your own choosing.”

Maya stares at me stupidly, at a loss for words. Looks like she’s dying of embarrassment. Good, looks like I win this war.

“Umm…who would I go with?”

“Well, I assume you have a friend to take with you. At least one friend? I trust there are some good men who aren’t sexist pigs in the world and I’m sure you know each of them intimately. Er, wrong choice of words, darling.”

I giggle as do some of the onlookers.

Maya bites her lip and stares at me in angst. “You know what? I don’t need your tickets. I don’t want them.”

She furls her brow and tightens her face. She’s mad…or at least…she’s pretending to be mad.

“For your information, Mister Troy, I don’t like guys like you. And I do not accept presents from strange men who are trying to do damage control for their professional reputation.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” she snaps back. “For your information, I am a good girl.”

“Oh?”

“I am a young woman of the Catholic faith.”

“Oh really?” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah, and wipe that smile off your face.”

I hear people around me laugh, a few women applaud.

“I don’t appreciate the way you treat women and the way you snubbed me at that party. You know? The truth is, I always did admire you. Until I started to read in the papers what a jerk you were to people.”

Before I can respond, she jumps into another tirade.

“And I never wanted to believe it. But now I see it for myself. You are not a good person. You are just evil.”

“I’m evil?” I say with a nod. “Pure evil or Satan himself?”

“You are not as important as Satan, but still an evil person. I will pray for you.”

“Oh! Really? You’ll pray for me?” I can’t wipe the smile off my face but Maya is on a roll.

“And I don’t want any of your bribe money or presents. We are not friends. I do not like you. Feel free to mosey your ass on out of here.”

More people in the building laugh and applaud. This was quite a scene and I guess everyone got their free entertainment for the day. She smiles at another woman, who comes up behind her and laughs.

“Good for you!” she says, her blond hair shaking back and forth as she taunts me. “My name’s Renee Shimri and I’m totally with Maya on this one. We are tired of guys like you, Zander. Womanizing men who treat us like sex objects. Hashtag #TimesUp! Yeah!”

“And who are you, ma’am?”

“I’m Renee! Renee Shimri, I’m the Assistant Assessor here. And I think what Maya said was just plain awesome. And I don’t appreciate you coming here trying to intimidate her.”

“I was being NICE,” I say in frustration. “And frankly, darling, it’s none of YOUR business.”

Renee and Maya look at each other.

“See what I mean?” Maya says. “Darling? Really? In the year 2018, Zander?”

“Darling is not a swear word!”

“Just go, Zander!” Renee says, proud of her girl-power moment.

“Whatever. I did the ADULT thing, Maya.”

“You did what was good for you. What guys like you always do.”

I shake my head and start walking away, still occasionally glancing back at those two troublemakers.

As I finally exit the building, still listening to their girlish giggles, I can’t help but think I’ve been played! Maya sure as hell got my attention by being a little brat…and the first time I met her, I hardly even noticed she was alive.

Maybe that’s been her plan all along. Play me until I’m completely obsessed with her. Nice strategy, but frankly, it won’t work. I don’t need her. I don’t play the whole hard-to-get game. No woman is hard for me to get, I can have my pick of anybody.

As I drive home in my Jaguar, I can’t help but smirk at the audacity of this girl. Definitely a girl, not a woman. She likes to play mind games. Probably in her twenties, too. Probably thinking she has the whole damned world figured out. That I’m the biggest problem that needs solved, me being a rich asshole who wants to own the whole world. Some idealistic college bullshit. She has no idea who I am.

God, looking at that girl I can’t even imagine she has sex. She looks young…probably some guilt-ridden Catholic school-girl thing. First off, toots, I don’t even DO innocent.

I have nothing to do with your religious world and all that shit about purity. I’m Zander Troy, dammit. I live only by my own morals, my own code. Fuck all your prerequisites and mental gymnastics. I fuck like I pee.

But…

As I grip the steering wheel, I can’t help but feel a rush—a fire raging in my soul. I don’t just want to argue with her, I don’t just want to hate-fuck her. I want to prove something. Or maybe I want to hear more, hear more of her angry thoughts. Why is that? Is she a master manipulator?

Or worse yet…could it be that she’s just spouting off nonsense…but by coincidence she’s hitting a major nerve?

Maybe there’s something in what she said that’s really picking at my ego. Am I a good person? Am I a scoundrel hiding behind charity balls and big donations? Is my soul empty just because I have sex with a few women? Or a few hundred?

What does she want from me? What does a good man do, anyway? Is he celibate until he meets the special girl that moves his heart? I just don’t follow all that.

I know Maya’s whole thing is an act. Catholic school-girl, gimme a break. I don’t buy that and I sell horseshit-speak for a living.

I mean…she looks innocent. But there’s no such thing as an innocent person, not anymore. I remember when I was “innocent”…even back when I was innocent, I wasn’t innocent!

Even as a young man I knew what sex was and I knew I wanted it. Lots of it. I was a virgin technically, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t masturbating three times a day and thinking of fucking every teacher I met.

Dad never really talked about sex to me. Mother was absent from my life. Growing up, you’d think I would have had a complex. And hell, since my dad was Catholic I could well have been a choir boy in real life! But well…Dad had a very odd perspective of love. Yeah, that’s safe to say.

He didn’t talk much about it. But he sure as hell made it clear what a man is supposed to act like.

“Sit down, Zander,” my father said. He had a lot to drink that night and was smoking a cigar. I had been ordered by the maid to attend dinner and wear a suit. My little teenage suit could barely fit my tall, lanky figure. But it hardly mattered…because as soon as I walked in the room, I noticed something in the air changed.

There were two beautiful women sitting at the table, near my father. But they were smiling in what I thought was a very “weird” way, or at least that’s what I thought at the time. These two women were gorgeous, like the Playboy models I saw in the magazines. They were smiling at me in a weird way, not like Mom ever did, not like the maid or the cook ever did.

Like they were my “special friends”. A unique relationship that only I was allowed to have. I was entitled to it, because dad thought I was ready to handle such mature things. Little did I know at the time they were paid for…

“Hi Zander,” one of the girls said. Her name was Kika, she was buxom, golden-haired and had oceanic blue eyes. I could barely tear myself away to look at Marie, another blond with slightly smaller breasts, but still tall, sexy and very attentive to me.

I looked at my father in smiling confusion. I wondered if this was a test…or a business meeting, or even a practical joke? But he didn’t smile back. He just continued making small talk with the girls and making sure I remained the center of attention.

“Zander here is destined for greatness,” he said with a firm nod. “The prince. The heir to the throne. He has a great mind too. That’s what your teacher told me, Zander.”

“Oh…”

“For inventions. Gadgets.” Father nodded proudly. “You actually got that from your grandfather. I was never the outside-the-box thinker. That was his forte. I was always a by-the-book sort of man.”

Kika leaned in and flirted with Dad. “I respect a man of authority.”

I hadn’t really flirted with any girl at that age. But I did know what it was…mainly from late night cable channels that Dad always ensured I had in my room.

But that night, dad wasn’t interested in fulfilling his own needs. As if he had any. By God, the man could order people around left and right. He didn’t need to harass anyone, women threw themselves at him. He had sugar babies everywhere he went. A CEO at one of the Troy consulting firms once told me that my father never once paid for sex…but he paid women to leave.

“Well if there’s one thing my boy needs, it’s a sense of authority,” he said with a smirk. “I don’t want Zander becoming a wimp. Isn’t that right, boy? What do we always talk about? Discipline. That’s what makes business thrive. And coincidentally that’s what a man needs in relationships. A dominant man will never be alone. That’s for damn sure.”

The girls were tickled at the thought and continued staring at me. To the point where it was creepy…then a little nice. Then just kind of insane, like my dick was growing so fast…at a pace I couldn’t even control.

I knew at that moment I was going to lose my virginity that night. Not to one cute virgin girl like I probably deserved…but to two high-priced whores.

“Are you a big boy, Zander?” Kika asked me, curling her long, golden hair, which I stared at in fascination, like I was eying a lava lamp for the first time. “Or do you need some discipline?”

“He’s a boy,” father said. “He needs to be taught discipline. In a way that only women understand.”

Marie stared me down from across the table. She smiled, probably knowing this confused young man’s boner was out of control. She began sucking on a cherry, still eyeing me mercilessly. I had never had a blowjob before or even thought of a girl sucking my penis. Girls actually sucked dicks?!

What can I say…I only had softcore Cinemax back then, not hardcore Internet porn!

But I instantly knew what she was telling me. That she was going to pleasure me. Teach me. Teach me how to handle the intensity of touch, how to control myself. Then, how to let go. But always, ALWAYS, in control.

“Well then,” father said, standing up and taking another puff of a cigar. “Looks like I ought to be getting to bed. But Zander here is going to sleep in tomorrow. Zander, you don’t mind if these two lovely ladies spend the night, do you?”

“We’ll be quiet,” Kika teased.

“We’ll TRY to be quiet,” Marie said.

I nervously shook my head no. Then clarified. “Sure, uh…they can, uh…stay in my room. And I can sleep on the couch or whatever, you know, whatever!”

The girls laughed.

Dad only smirked and then left the room.

I can hardly describe what happened that night, let alone remember in great detail. When you’re that young, you don’t recall thoughts and sensations of that moment. But the images and the sounds stay with you, even years later.

I still remember some of the awkward beginnings. That it took me hours to learn that a man ought to seduce a woman. The girls were obviously given very clear instructions. Don’t give me anything unless I ask for it.

So we sat around my bedroom for what seemed like hours, chatting about nothing, and in pained silence as the girls continued to suck on fruit and kiss each other in boredom.

They had to coax me a little bit, to get me to claim my dominant sexuality. At first my voice was hesitant. Scratchy. Stuttering. They were very clear about what I was doing wrong.

“I’m just here to talk,” Kika teased. “Unless you can think of something else you want to do, Zander.”

“Well, yeah, maybe!” I laughed.

“What’s so funny?” she said, losing her smile.

“Maybe you could…uh…kiss me. Instead of each other.”

“Which one of us are you talking to?” Marie asked with feigned confusion.

“I want…you both to kiss me. I want to make love to you.”

“Which—?”

“BOTH,” I corrected, blinking my way through my first Dom talk. “I want you both. I want a threesome with both of you.”

“What a dirty boy!” Kika said. “Just for that, we’re going to have to discipline you.”

“Yes!” Marie said. “Dirty boys get what’s coming to them.”

I was confused…was I doing the “sexy talk” wrong? I thought. I hadn’t any experience in this sort of thing. I thought I was mimicking the soft core porn stars fairly well. But it turns out when the girls said “discipline”, they were serious about training me in matters of love.

When we started fooling around each of them took turns spanking my bare bottom. When they went down on me they made sure to linger around my shaft and gently kiss my erection for what seemed like an eternity. They wouldn’t let me cum.

They wanted to make sure I asked for such a privilege in the right way. They ignored me when I begged. They cock-tortured me with gentle sucks when I joked around. They slapped my shaft around and spit on it when I asked questions.

Finally, I figured it out. I told them I wanted to cum. I told them exactly what I wanted—NO, what I demanded they give me.

“Swallow that dick, you whore!” I belted out. My eyes bulged as tight as my balls.

I was shocked I said that…but they were turned on. They obeyed when I talked down to them. They sucked harder when I commanded them, forcing their delicate lips to take my full erection into their mouths.

I came three times that night. I sort of remember what it was like to release…but more than anything, I just remember the pretty image of me, being surrounded by breasts, by beautiful uncovered breasts all over my bed. The same bed that I grew up in, that I played video games in…now a place of filth, body fluids and juicy tongues.

I can’t even say that my father took any creepy perverted pleasure from the experience. He actually never said a word about it.

The next morning, the girls were gone before I woke up. I never saw them again.

I saw my father eating breakfast in the dining room. I smiled at him…but he didn’t mirror the feeling back. He merely looked at me and sort of raised his brow, suggesting that no words could aptly describe what just happened so why the hell even bother?

“Sit down, boy,” he said, welcoming me to breakfast. “You know, a long time ago, I had an interesting chat with your uncle Walter.”

“Oh…” Now that was a strange shift in conversation.

“Turns out Walter had overheard me and another schoolboy talking about something obscene. You see, my friend and I had been out collecting change and we happened to mention something very distasteful about one of my teacher’s genitalia.”

“Oh…” Talk about not knowing what to say! I stared at him stupidly and nodded in terror.

“It was an absurd comment, not just obscene in nature but insulting to the poor woman of whom we were speaking of. Anyway, Walter overheard that comment and he told my buddy to get a move on already, that it was suppertime. Well, when Walter spoke to me alone, he made it known that he heard the comment.”

“Uh huh?”

“I was nervous and ashamed. So I blamed it all on my buddy. Said it wasn’t my idea to say it.

“Walter didn’t respond in anger. He simply nodded and gave me an even-tempered warning. ‘Boy, the intimacies of a man and a woman is sacred talk. Not the sacred talk of god, you see, but the sacred talk of womankind. No one’s ever going to tell you to be classy, to be discreet. But women ASSUME you will. Because real men don’t tell stories. Juvenile men, boys, and jackasses tell stories.’”

“I understand.”

“Good.”

And we literally never spoke about sex ever again. He knew I was getting lucky. He always had that proud look on his face, as if I was keeping the Troy Stag Reputation alive and well.

But we were men and we never spoke of such things. Maybe that’s why I’ve always LIKED talking about sex. Because even now, just as it was back then, it was a dopamine rush to talk about such juvenile things as tits and asses. The real forbidden fruit was not what I did in those early days, but in admitting to other people what I did. Always in fear, always in red-faced shame. But the jubilance of telling someone, and that man giggling in jealousy, was the real RUSH.

But, by God, I can’t remember a time I was ever innocent.

Speaking of innocent, I feel compelled to stalk Maya on this lovely evening, wondering if I can find her and ask her out for a drink. Not for sexual conquest, of course, since I’m such a pig. But rather, to just clear the air and hopefully show her that I’m not the terrible person she seems to think I am.

I asked around for Maya earlier but it turns out she went home early.

Just as I was ready to give up, I heard a familiar voice…with that same identifiable choler.

“YOU!” Renee says. “You have some nerve coming back here.”

“Pardon?” I say, turning my head and recognizing the blond sidekick of Maya. She’s wearing a green sheath Jersey dress, probably just getting off work.

“It’s me. Renee, remember? Maya has gone home. So stop trying to harass her!”

“My dear, I’m not here to harass her. I came, once again, to apologize for what I said.”

“Yeah right!”

“I just don’t understand why you have such hatred in your heart for a man you hardly know. Am I not a victim like you? If I prick do I not bleed?”

“You are a prick!”

I laugh…and watch in amusement as she puts her hands on her hips and raises her head in warning.

“What’s so funny?”

“You know, I admire your convictions. You really are a fighter. I respect your…”

She raises her brow.

“Your SASS.”

Finally she smiles back. “Well, a girl has to have sass nowadays to put up with some of you men!”

“No argument there.”

“You’re smiling though!” she says, still disciplining me as all feminists seem to want to do. “But I totally meant what I said. It’s not funny.”

“I know. Tell you what, let me take you out for a drink.”

I point to my limo across the street and grin.

“Well…” She flinches, definitely aware of my power. Not just the money, of course, but the presence, the confidence of what money buys.

“Come on, just a drink. Not even fifteen minutes. Free limo ride, free coffee. A chat with Zander Troy that you can tell to your grandchildren someday.”

She smiles slightly. “Okay…but I can’t stay long. I have to get home.”

“Of course,” I say with a smirk.

No, Renee, my dear. What’s FUNNY is that I’m going to be fucking your brains out all night. And you don’t know it right now…but you can’t resist me. And you’re going to be rolling over in bed, covered in sweat, wondering what’s wrong with you.

“My God…” she says, eyeing my mansion and at a complete loss. My chauffeur took us home and we had a decent, kind chat about ethics, women’s rights, and tact. All of which I admit, I DO need to work on.

And now, all Renee can do is look on in awe at my toys, the wonderful things I own, my paradise that protects me from the judgments of decent people. At this point, the only believable thing she has left to say is I hate you because you’re a rich bastard!

And I sure can’t argue with that sentiment. Who doesn’t want to be rich?

I look at her…the same way I’ve been looking at her ever since she first stepped into my car. I let her FEEL my attraction. I meet her eyes viciously, dominantly. I have no patience for these games. I’m calling her bluff. I’m pointing to the elephant-in-the-room feeling we both have right now…

Namely that I want to fuck her. And I’ve wanted to fuck her all night. And she was too weak to resist that ride, that innocent little drink.

“Well…I guess I should get home now.” She stares at me in weakness. Her flesh tingling, a wonderfully cute pink hue. She’s breathless in my presence. After realizing that I don’t actually hate women, but just LOVE pleasing women, she’s completely lost her motivation. She doesn’t know what she fights for. She doesn’t remember why she hates me.

“No,” I say with strong focus. “You owe me something.”

“What?!” she bellows, her heart rate increasing and her eyes going feral. “I don’t owe you anything!”

“You owe me honesty,” I reply, moving closer to her and letting her feel my magnetism. “Tell me what you feel right now.”

“I-”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She shakes her head…but can’t get the words out.

I kiss her passionately, our lips wrestling in the cool night’s breeze.

She lets me kiss her…and kisses me back. She inhales my scent and my taste, not fighting…putting her hand on my face.

Finally she sighs and breaks the embrace apart.

“You want to slap me?” I say in an edgy voice.

She squints and slaps me hard across the face.

We lunge into each other’s arms and kiss again, this time with more fervor, more venom. Her lips are not enough. I crave her neck…I sink my lips down and tickle her ears, her face and chin, all the way to her shoulders.

I love the sound of her throaty voice. She’s in shock that she’s this turned on. By such a repulsive man! I caress her upper chest with my lips, tasting her succulence, drunk off her fumes of passion.

She can’t even form a sentence. She sighs and moans. The most she gets out is an “Uhhhh!” as if she’s offended that I’m such a horny son of a bitch. But she won’t stop me. She won’t stop me from taking what I want. She won’t stop her own body from craving it either.

“Ohh, God,” she sighs as I began rubbing my face between her taut breasts. “What are we doing?”

“Is this what you were thinking about?” I whisper in her ear, lifting her white blouse. “Zander Troy taking you home and fucking you?”

“Uhhhh…” she sighs, turned on at the mention of my name, letting me touch her warm breasts while sucking on her neck.

“You have a type? Rich, hot, famous assholes? Huh?”

“I like nice men!” she corrects me, as I make her go glassy-eyed with a sudden jerk. I force her hands to my hard cock, my raging ten-inch cock which just seems to keep growing. “Ohhhh…you’re really big…”

“Really big for you, Renee.”

“Don’t use my name,” she sighs. “I don’t matter to you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because!” she says, cooing softly as I fondle her hard nipples under her shirt. “Aahhh…this is so out of character for me. You are so not my type. And this is not happening…”

I pull her blouse down and find her sexy red bra.

“Aahhhh…” she bites her lip. “And I will never admit this to anybody. Don’t use my name…”

“But keep fucking you?” I say pulling her cup down so I can see her big, erect nipple.

“Mmmmm…” she says as I kiss my way down to her pinkness. “Ahhh…don’t you dare tell anyone.”

“I can keep a secret…if you can keep your voice down.”

I suck on her hard nipple and shove her against the wall of my front house. She’s ashamed of herself, but the shame feels so good. The surprise of it all, the sin, the betrayal of everything she thought she stood for.

I am insatiable for her body…I pull her blouse down so far I rip it, giving her a nice shriek. She can’t even object because she hasn’t been this close to a screaming orgasm in a long time. I can feel her yearning.

I pull her bra down, exposing both of her breasts and nipples. Right on my front fucking door step. A thought not lost on her, since she looks around in disbelief. Neither of us could even control ourselves long enough to enter the front door.

And why stop now? I love the novelty of making a woman come in the same place as I get Mormons lecturing me about heaven and hell.

I kneel down so that I can kiss and lick her sexy belly. I pull down her skirt just a little bit, just so I can see if she’s shaved or all natural. I unleash my fiery tongue all over her tummy, dangerously close to that center of throbbing.

“Ohhhh my God, Zander…”

I squeeze her nipples tightly as I lick her belly button piercing. Sexy as hell…Renee is a wild one, all right. Ready for sex anytime, anywhere!

“Aaaahhh!” she screams, embarrassed that I’m giving her a breast orgasm without even gasping yet. “Wait…let’s go inside.”

“Who invited you inside?” I tease her.

“Asshole! Don’t be an asshole right now!”

“Why? You want me to stop?”

“If you’re going to be a prick, then yes—!”

But before she can finish her bitchy sentence she’s silenced. Her jaw drops and her eyes go blank as I tear my shirt off with just one pull. An expensive shirt, which I sure as hell can afford to replace. I stare her down as she checks out my uncovered chest and abdomen. Rock solid, the result of obsessive hours at the gym, working off stress and ruminating thoughts at all hours of the night. God, I can’t even sleep lately…all I do is fuck and lift weights in between long boring meetings with CEOs.

But maybe it’s a dick move to complain about my life.

She puts her hands on my chest and kisses me. She rubs me down, feeling just a tickle of hair in the middle. I can’t even say her name but her hands know my nipples so intimately.

I kiss her with passion again, this time putting my hand on the back of her head. As I let go of the kiss, I let my hand slide over her mouth, cautioning her to be quiet.

“Ohhhh my God…” she sighs, as I guide her hands down to my pants. I hold her wrist in place and with my other hand, I unzip my pants, eager for her to feel my cock.

“Feel that?”

“So big…” she moans, struggling to look me in the eye.

“Stroke it.”

“Uh huh…” she says, obeying me like a good slave girl. She strokes my cock, using my precum to get it all soft and smooth.

“Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re fucking royalty?”

“Uhhhh…” she says, stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for her skirt with the other. She’s too horny to even spar with me anymore. She just wants the emptiness in her life filled. To the max!

I put my hand on her warm pubic mound as I block her hand away. I want this privilege myself. I want to pull her panties down and let her feel that unmistakable moment of submission.

Her body quivers as I slowly pull her matching red panties down to her thighs. Shaved pussy, very professional, very sexy. She doesn’t get laid much but she always prepares in case she wins the lottery.

I ignore her rapid breathing in spite as I grab her body and move her into standing position. Shoving her against the wall I take my cock in hand and find her slit.

“Ohhh God, what are we doing?” she says frantically.

“You’re going to get wet for me. And take my cock. My whole cock. Understand?”

“Y-e-s!” she says in short scattered breaths.

I wince at the sheer joy of Renee’s soft, wet pussy. Not exactly tight, but very warm and accommodating. She longs for me. She wants to feel my full length. Spreading her legs apart, she lets me enter her.

“Ohhh God! Ohhh fuck!” she says, not quite believing how heavenly a monster dick feels in real life. Poor pussy, only had seven inchers her whole life. That’s such a sad story. “Ohhhohohoho my God, you’re huge!”

“Take it all!”

“Ohh God, I can’t!”

“You can if you believe in yourself.”

She laughs hard, which only fulfills its purpose, making her body convulse and her legs spread farther apart.

“Ohhh boy…oh boyyy, it’s really going in there…”

“Take it all. You’ll never have a cock this big again.”

“Uhhhh,” she grunts in between smiling at me in disbelief.

Only I can manage to be such a dick, while having such a dick!

“There you go…now start counting backwards, honey.”

I start thrusting into Renee, putting my full girth inside of her, pulling out and then firing back in. My pelvis rocks back and forth as my body plunges in balls deep.

My hands grab her wrists and smack them roughly against the wall.

She screams…but it only maker her wetter. She floods my dick good while I continue hard pounding her.

Renee can’t help but notice the limo is still parked in the same position. A sense of dreadful embarrassment comes over her face.

I nibble on her neck while holding her hands above her head. I can tell she’s looking out…wondering if the chauffeur is watching. Wondering why she’s too boiling hot to care anymore. Wondering how any sane woman could ever do this.

I keep my rhythm strong and consistent, letting the poor girl unleash a good pent up orgasm. She wiggles around, still unable to move, panting right into my ear.

“It was really nice meeting you,” I say, staring into her empty eyes, welcoming her reluctant orgasm.

Her body shaking, her voice cracking, she can’t even barb with me anymore. She’s coming hard and loving it.

So I release her hands and take her screaming mouth into my mouth for one last kiss.

“Come in me…come in me…” she grunts.

“Nice try,” I smirk back.

I withdraw my long cock, sensing that this quickie is just about over. She rides me, hoping to break my concentration. But what kind of man would I be if I couldn’t control myself?

I withdraw from her and grab her tits desperately. I make sure my cock is completely outside, aimed right at that precious little belly button. I grit my teeth and unload my cum all over her belly!

The shooting sensation makes her gasp a second time and I break eye contact. Looking up in the air, I finish blowing my wad…as usual, around the vicinity of some strange pussy I’ll probably never see again. As usual, never coming inside. I’m rich…and that means I’m not stupid.

“OH Jesus…” she says, realizing she’s covered in semen and half-naked in public. “I can’t believe we did this. What if someone saw…”

“It’s my house. Don’t worry about it. What happens here, stays here.”

“Yeah…” she says uncomfortably.

“I promise. Come on, I’ll make you a TV dinner. Might as well stay and chat.”

“Mmmmkay,” she says, no doubt feeling a bit awkward.

“I dunno about you…but I’m starving!”

We both lounge around in bed after a meal. Sadly, the TV dinner was so good—manicotti!—I might even describe it better than the sex.

Oh sure, Renee enjoyed herself. But for me, it was actually a bit of a weak orgasm. I dunno why…maybe because there wasn’t actually that much challenge in bedding Renee. I knew as soon as she stepped in the limo I would feel her cervix. So it was a good build up and all…but in the end, it was just another fuck and run.

But I must admit…the afterglow was very enjoyable.

“So how long have you been friends with Maya?”

Renee laughs and shakes her head.

“What?”

“You are something else. You literally ask about my friend the second after we fuck?”

“It’s been at least two hours. I thought that was fairly tactful.”

“Believe me, she’s not your type. She’s uh…not like us.”

“Really?”

“She’s…inhibited. You know? Catholic guilt and all?”

“You say that to me now, even though you’re fully clothed lying on my bed. It kind of sucks I can’t see you naked right now.”

“Too bad,” she taunts me. “I only let serious boyfriends see me completely naked.”

“More’s the pity.”

“But uh…yeah just forget about Maya. She doesn’t like you. I sort of like you, you know, even though you’re a prick sometimes.”

“Doesn’t like me. Hmm. I must admit it’s rather interesting to have a woman who doesn’t like me.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Zander,” she says with a snarky smile. “Just because you can make a woman come doesn’t mean she likes you.”

I was surprised as anyone would be when I got an angry phone call the next day from Maya DeBank, of all people…

“Maya?” I ask in confusion. “How did you get this number?”

“You fucked my best friend?”

“Uhh…” Damn, a flashback to my first sexual experience. I should say something witty but I honestly can’t think of anything. How did she know? Is all I kept thinking to myself.

“You fucked my best friend!”

“Renee?”

“Yeah, asshole!” Maya screams back. “You remember that vagina you came inside of? THAT’S THE ONE!”

“But I didn’t….hey, why are you so…upset?” I finally manage to say.

“Because! You’re such a fucking evil bastard you just want to seduce and destroy every girl you meet! My parents were right about you, you’re a fucking douchebag. Goodbye!”

“Maya!” I shake my head, still confused about many things…including how she got my number! “Listen, honey…”

“Fucker, if you call me honey one more time…”

“Sorry…just answer me this…”

“I got your goddamned phone number from your assistant. Is that what you want to know? Since I’m in the news now after our little skirmish, it’s surprisingly easy to get hold of you. I guess your people just want this problem to go away ASAP, right?”

“Well…”

“And are you going to try to make me go away, Troy? Pay some assassin to rub me out?”

“What?!” I exclaim. “You’re insane, Maya! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Here’s what I’m talking about, Troy. Yeah, maybe it was all just a ploy to get your attention, okay? I admit that I liked you before. I used to think, you know, you were like this awesome guy. This humanitarian guy and a guy that gave back to the world, you know? But boy, was I wrong. You’re just the same as everyone else. You take. And take and take!”

Before I can reply she breathes more fire.

“And now that you ruined my friendship with Renee? I think you’re a disgusting cunt of a human being!”

“Why did sleeping with Renee ruin your friendship? What business is it of yours?”

“Because she betrayed me! She was weak. She was stupid. And she was ungrateful of our friendship. That’s against the sister code. You don’t EVER sleep with your BFF’s crush. Ever. I’m now telling you the same thing I told her, Troy. I don’t ever want to talk to you again. Goodbye and I hope God sends you directly to Hell when you die.”

“Wha—?” Click.

I shake my head and actually jump out of my chair, having no rational response to Maya’s rage. What was that? That was no mind game…she literally sounded like she was ready to kick my ass.

I have no idea what this means except that, well, Maya is mentally unbalanced, obviously. What kind of woman even says something like that? Sister code? Can’t sleep with your friend’s crush? I’ve never even heard of such nonsense. Maybe that’s a Catholic thing. I really never did attend Mass all that much.

“Wake up, sunshine!” David sings merrily, pouring me a cup of coffee at my desk.

“Damn…” I say, groggy as always. “What time is it?” Christ, I fell asleep in the office again.

“Nine AM, buddy boy,” he says. “And we’ve got the Cranz meeting today. So drink some caffeine and freshen up. And if that doesn’t work, you’re going to have to snort some shit because this meeting is really fucking important.”

“Oh Cranz…that’s today. Okay, yeah, I remember.”

“Were you up all night again? Sleeping at your desk? What’s wrong with you, kid?”

“Well…it was just strange, to tell you the truth. I met some girls a few days ago. You know, the girl who denounced me on television and her friend.”

“Go on. Wait, let me guess. Lesbian Olympics all night in your office?”

“No! Well, just one of them, actually. I slept with the friend. Now Maya, the original girl, I didn’t sleep with hates me even more!”

David grins wickedly. “Now her hate is amplified! What started as a cute little game has now become a full-fledged hatred. Sorry, buddy-boy, you called this one on yourself.”

“Jesus, David! All I ever wanted was to apologize to this girl. And no matter what I say, she just hates me a little more every day!”

“Well kid, maybe you shouldn’t have bonked her best friend. You should know women get very competitive with each other when it’s about a man. Especially if that man is the great Zander Troy!”

“I guess I’m just oblivious to people’s sexual hang-ups. You know my father never allowed me to have hang-ups, David.”

“I know…had an orgy for your first time. I heard about that.”

“He told you?”

“No, I heard from the maid. She was quite a gossip, you know.”

“Jesus. I had no idea the whole household knew about my orgy! Look David, all I know is this Maya is trouble. She’s deranged. Insane, you know? Maybe we should get a restraining order against her.”

“Look kid, I think I know what’s going on.”

“Do you? Are you thinking what I’m thinking? That she’s a stalker?”

“Stalker, no. But I think you’ve stumbled upon a marvel of nature so rare and exquisite, your mind has no idea how to reconcile it.”

“Come again?”

“I think little Maya is a virgin,” David says with a wide grin. “And stalkers are very oftentimes virgins. They’re not dangerous…they’re just sensitive little girls who wear their hearts on their sleeves. The symptom of confusion and erratic behavior persists until the CURE for that particular ailment. Losing that virginity!”

“Virgin? No…no way. She couldn’t be.”

“Virgins are rare but they do exist. How you managed to find one, Zander, heaven knows. I would have thought if the big man upstairs actually existed, he would have kept that poor girl locked away from the likes of you!”

“Thanks, David.”

“Just let her down gently. She’s a kid in a twenty-one-year-old’s body. Apologize and then say goodbye for good.”

“A virgin…wow. I just never…I never…you really think she’s a virgin?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I just…I dunno. I’m surprised is all.”

“Ah,” David says with a knowing smirk. “And if there’s one thing that Zander Troy yearns for, it’s a new challenge. Maybe consummating with a virgin gets you all hard, eh? Something forbidden…reclaiming your own innocence by corrupting a virgin girl’s purity!”

“I’m not nearly as sinister as you make me sound, David. I mean, yeah, I’ve never actually been with a virgin before. It makes me think…you know…what I was like when I was a virgin.”

“Ah, but unlike Maya, you’ve NEVER been innocent, have you, kid?”

“No…I guess I haven’t.”

I may as well have slept through that Cranz meeting. I pretty much nodded off and let David and Artie, my CFO, do most of the talking. Where was my mind? Of course, still thinking about Maya.

As if I wasn’t already fascinated by her, because of her hatred of my ill character, NOW that I found out she really is the complete opposite of me, the attraction only grows. I’m corrupted. I’m cynical. She’s pure, perfect, innocent and all-trusting.

She believes in good and evil. To her, I am an evil man. She doesn’t understand moral complexity. Maybe she doesn’t even understand the concept of a man’s WEAKNESS. Everything is power to her, strength…the ability to wait and resist.

My rational answer should be a resolute WHO CARES? But for once, I find myself actually caring what someone thinks of me. Why? Do I want her to despise me or forgive me? Do I want her to wipe the stains away from my decadent existence? Do I want to confess my sins to her, since maybe the idea of an innocent virgin girl with an idealistic heart is MORE impressive to me than a hypocritical preacher man?

Or do I just want to invade that perfectly sculpted virginal snatch?

For once, I don’t know my own thoughts or desires. I don’t know if I feel lust, greed or something else.

But I know…now more than ever, I can’t just walk away from this attraction. If my hope was to forget Maya, that’s an impossibility. I’ve turned my curiosity into a full obsession.

I know what I want, just not my ultimate motivation. I want to WIN her over. I want her to like me, to worship me. Maybe even to look at me the same way she did when I first shook her hand but hardly knew who she was.

I want to go back to that, that place of mutual respect.

I want to erase her hatred and fill her heart with love, letting her keep her hope, keep her idealism.

And yeah…if I’m admitting it to myself, maybe I do just WANT her. To have her, to possess her, even if it’s just for one night. Sex is entirely optional, of course. If she chose me, which she might not…I don’t know…I’m not exactly a one-car owner, you know. I couldn’t very well resent her for not wanting the prodigal son…the man-whore who even bedded her friend out of weakness. Out of sheer arrogance!

I could buy her, I could buy a dozen girls just like her by barely opening my wallet. But I don’t want sex with THEM. For some reason, I want her. And I want dialog, not just consummation. More than sex, I want to penetrate her mind. I want to know why she hates me, why she hates men. Why she hates the world…is it the same reason I hate the world? Or is it something else?

Or maybe I just want to know what it’s like to be young and hopeful again. Maybe we both want the same thing. To feel special…to feel innocent.

Whatever it is, I do feel the need to speak with Maya right away. But maybe a change of scenery is necessary. Maybe it’s time she learns that I really am not that terrible a guy…just slightly jaded from a lifetime of getting too much of a good thing.