An unlikely combination (closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea Cartwright crawled out of bed trying not to wake the young couple she’d spent the night with. Gustavo and Gabriella were Brazilian and both had normal jobs working normal hours.

Of course they both woke up. Gustavo made an appreciative noise as he admired Chelsea dressing. He was compact but all muscles. Gabriella giggled. Her dark skin contrasting against the white sheets.

“Thank you for letting me stay over,” Chelsea said when she’d dressed. She kissed them each in turn. “I’ll call you,” she added then left.

Retrieving her trusty ten speed from the hallway, Chelsea wheeled it out into the sunlight and closed the apartment door behind her. She’d had to sell the car a year ago and now she cycled everywhere or used public transport. Some admired her eco friendly credentials and she let them believe that but in truth she was broke. Life in San Francisco was just too expensive for a lowly gym instructor.

As she cycled she recounted the events of the previous night. It had been fun. Gustavo had pumped both girls vigorously while she and Gabriella had made out. But if she was honest she’d gone for the free food as much as anything and the Brazilians certainly knew how to cook meat.

It took half an hour to cycle to the upmarket gym where Chelsea worked as an instructor. She showered and changed into her skin tight shorts and sports top ready to take her six o’clock HIIT class. One of the few perks of the job was a sportswear allowance. The gym liked their instructors to look good. But other than that it was a sweatshop, literally. Competition for jobs was high, wages weren’t great and personal clients weren’t allowed on or off site. Everything had to be booked through the gym. If they found you were moonlighting it was instant dismissal.

It wasn’t much for three years at college studying sports science back in Ohio but Chelsea liked her life in California. She did her hair. Put on her make-up then she was ready to begin the day.

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel Owens pulled up to the gym on his Harley, it was just many vehicles he had acquired over the last 8 months since his wife of 24 years had left him, it was all part of the new ”Danny”. The rumors had been circulating at Olympic Country Club for a while. Of course Daniel hadn’t been there to hear them.

Daniel was the managing partner of one of the top VC’s on Sand Hill Road.
He had been deeply involved in yet another road show, IPOing another one of his hand picked gems. Over the course of his and Candice’s marriage, he had built an empire and a personal net worth of just into ten digits.

Jerry Flannery, his personal attorney had gotten back to Daniel of the rumors of his wife. He had taken his jet back from New York and walked in on her fucking the 24 year old pro in his own bed. Daniel had been hurt and pissed. She hadn’t even heard him as he opened their bedroom door, she was fucking the young pro with an enthusiasm he hadn’t felt in years. He watched for a minute, took his phone out to catch her in action while letting his fury build before calling out, “You think he’s fucking you, just wait until my attorneys are done with you.”

Daniel had come from a bit of family money, nothing compared to what he was now, but enough his father had insisted on a prenup for his son, particularly in a community property state like California. Once the dust settled his wife of many, many years walked away with a half million, and Danny walked away with a billion. She was now living in some apartment near Embarcadero and the young pro had left her soon after. Of course he was fired at Olympic and black balled from any chance at another premier club. The kid had wanted to be a tour pro, but found all his sponsors dried up. Fucking with Daniel Owens was a very bad idea.

At the time, Daniel took stock in himself, he took accountability at the fact he had let work consume him, and put on twenty unwanted pounds of stress on he previously chisled body. It was time for a change! Daniel kept his membership at Olympic, but hadn’t set foot back in the club since that day, despite being the three time defending club champion. He had joined the gym, near the penthouse he had purchased in the heart of the city. He had sold the mansion his wife and he had owned, and bought home overlooking the Ocean and Cypress Point, down in Carmel.

He had purchased four vehicles, teh Harley that he cruised around town or on the winding roads overlooking the ocean. He also purchased a Bentley, a Ferrari, and a 911 convertible. He had closed the deal he was working on, and then sold out his positions, he wanted to be liquid and find a new way to invest his money. He bought a 100 foot yacht that he moored in San Fransisco bay, and he lost every fucking one of those pounds, working out like a man possessed, which he was, and then he lost ten more. He had taken testosterone to help redevelop the muscle definition, which had also super charged and admittedly waning libido in his marriage.

It was the new “Danny” a wolf on the prowl that stood at the juice bar in Lycra shorts which fit him like a second skin, and outlined he near 8 inch flaccid cock. his body streamed with sweat, his shirt stuck to him like a second skin, which only served to outline ever muscle on his now six foot three, 190 pound sculpted frame.

The spin was just a warm up, Danny went and downed a protein drink before heading into a new HIIT class, but it wasn’t the class that had interested him, but the young blonde who was teaching it.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Unlike many of the other group classes Chelsea facilitated, the split of men to women in HIIT was always around 50/50. The men tended to be a mix of ages and abilities but it seemed to Chelsea that it was always the aggressive thirty something women who signed up. They were usually lawyers or the high flyers from the tech companies that inhabited the city. Chelsea could never be like them. So much anger and for what?

“You’ve got Daniel Owens at your six o’clock,” Claire, one of the other instructors, told her as she made her way to the studio.

“Who’s he?” Chelsea asked in all innocence.

“Only one of the most eligible bachelors around.”

“Oooh. What’s he look like?”

“Fifty, grey hair…,”

“Oh,” Chelsea interrupted, disappointed.

“But very fit. Caught his wife fucking the golf pro apparently and he’s been on a mission to reclaim his youth ever since.”

Chelsea laughed. California was full of divorced men trying to reclaim their youth.

As it happened, it wasn’t difficult to pick out Daniel Owens from the class of twenty or so people that morning. He was taller than average and sported a hair cut that probably cost as much as a week’s wages for Chelsea. And yes, under his sweaty shirt you could see he was toned.

But it was the reaction of the other people in the room that gave him away. It was like being in a class with Brad Pitt or Jonny Depp but with nobody wanting to mention it. People just couldn’t act normal around him, especially the women.

Chelsea was less enamoured. Not because of anything he did. He seemed perfectly pleasant and a hard worker during the session. The sort of person you wanted in your class. But in her line of business hard bodied men were ten a penny and well… he was old enough to be her dad.

At the end of the session, after the cool down, Chelsea thanked the group and told them she hoped to see them again next week. Class attendance was important for her continued employment. When they’d all gone she quickly tidied the studio then went to get a juice. They were free for her. The gym liked to have its instructors on display.

It was peak time however and there was a queue to be served, so she took her place at the end of it. But as she waited, Daniel Owens joined behind her. The rule was members came first and so politely Chelsea stepped aside.

“Please you go first,” she told him.

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel knew a few of the women, more of them knew him, but here in the heart of San Francisco, the periphery of Silcon Valley, everyone knew the major venture capitalists, they could make fortunes and billionaires, everyone wanted to be in Daniel’s speed dial.

The fact he was not active made no difference, his power and influence held no bounds, and he was willing to use it, for those that pleased him. He had taken the number of a senior sales woman at Cisco, she was beautiful and more than willing to use her sex for the right deal. Imagine what she would be willing to be blessed by Daniel?

Daniel had only fucked there women since his divorce, two of them had been twins he met at a party held by Larry Ellison, the Chairman at Oracle. Both had been fine, a nice way to shake off the rust as it were, but he wanted more.
He enjoyed watching Chelsea move. She must be new here, or their schedules hadn’t matched up for some reason, he would have noticed her. He definitely noticed her now.

He wasn’t in any hurry, there were no shortage of beautiful young women in Northern California, and he was planning to ride up to Napa for the weekend To look at a winery and Vineyard, with Orin Swift same man who had founded Prisoner.

Yet when he stepped in line and was behind Chelsea, there was no reason to not make the most of it. “No, please, we can order together, that was a good class, I haven’t been in one of yours before. Have you been here long?”
They chatted a bit in line until they got to the front. “Whatever the lady would like, and I’ll take a peanut butter, banana smoothie, with pureed kale?”

Once they got their drinks there was an open table in the far corner, “Anu chance you’ve got a minute, I’d love some company?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“Whatever the lady would like, and I’ll take a peanut butter, banana smoothie, with pureed kale?”

“Well, since you’re paying, I’ll have a raspberry smoothie and a ham and cheese panini,” Chelsea replied cheekily. The she added, “Thank you.”

The drinks at the juice bar were free to the instructors but the exorbitantly priced food wasn’t. Chelsea couldn’t have afforded to eat there herself but she let members treat her. Most days somebody would, usually one of her regular, well to do ‘one to one’ clients. They were the ones who understood the economics of being a lowly gym instructor. They were all women of a certain age and usually terrible gossips which Chelsea found hilarious.

Occasionally a guy would hit on her. Chelsea was always polite but most of them were much older than her and as a rule she wasn’t interested in rich older guys. She found them mostly arrogant.

“Any chance you’ve got a minute, I’d love some company?”

Chelsea couldn’t say no but in any case she was curious to see why Claire had said he was such an eligible bachelor.

“Of course,” she said “but I’ve only got fifteen minutes,” she told him. “Then I’ve got my first client.”

The two of them walked over to the empty table and sat down. Chelsea felt eyes on her, just like they’d been on Daniel in the class. It felt odd.

The panini followed them over and when the waitress had delivered it Chelsea tucked into the calorie laden breakfast with gusto.

“So. People tell me you’re a big deal!” she said to Daniel with more than a hint of devilment in her voice.

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel didn’t really know how to flirt. It wasn’t like it was a skill he wouldn’t be capable of, he had seduced many an investor and company, but a woman was different. The only women he had been with in twenty some years, other than his wife, had basically seduced him. Inviting them to their place, asking for a ride home from a party, and making sure they bagged a famous VC to notch on their bedpost.

So here, she was an atttactive young, he couldn’t stress the young part enough, woman, and he had no idea how to convey his interest, that was if he had interest? He took one more look at her sweat glistening skin, and that answered that. He definitely, or at least his cock, had significant interest. Yet, could they even hold a conversation?

“Well, since you’re paying, I’ll have a raspberry smoothie and a ham and cheese panini,” Chelsea replied cheekily. The she added, “Thank you.”

Daniel laughed, “Well if I knew I was buying you dinner, I would have chosen a better spot, and hoped it might lead somewhere?” My God, was that as awkward as it sounded, or would she laugh. He was blushing, “Sorry, that was out of line… I’m not very good at this.”

But good at what was the question, was he trying to pick her up, and, was it possible she was flirting? He had asked her to sit with him a minute, and, she had said yes, but also talked about a client. “Oh, you do privates, do you … uh, ever …”. He stopped he needed to get to know her better.

As they walked to the table, he put his hand in the small of her back. It was not a very #metoo appropriate gesture, but Daniel did not come from a #metoo friendly world, in his world, men like him were kings and acted of their own volition.

”What people are those?” Daniel responded to her question. ”Probably people I have either invested in, want my to invest in them, or want a job or…”. He didn’t finish but what he thought was some sort of husband or sugar daddy. He sure has hell wasn’t ready for the former, but the latter, that was at least intriguing.

”I don’t want to bore you, but since you asked, do you know what venture capital is?… I used to be one of those… and I still have pretty good connections.”

It was a very humble description of one of the most successful men in one of the most competitive and ruthless industries, but he wasn’t one to brag. When you are really, really good, which he was, you don’t need to brag, others did it for you.

He paused, “I have a question for you too, when you do privates… is it possible to arrange your time for outside of here? I would be happy to pay two or three times, plus your travel, just for the convenience?”

Daniel looked around, “Or am I not supposed to ask that? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” That was another white lie, as trouble was exactly what he was hoping to encourage into his life, the trouble only a beautiful woman can bring.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

He was hitting on her. She'd expected as much but she had to laugh to herself at his clumsiness. It was endearing in a way though. She could see he wasn't a player and she liked that. Most men in the gym came onto her as if she could be bought, but Chelsea wasn't that interested in money. Perhaps if she had been then she wouldn't have been in such dire financial straits.

Of course she'd heard the term 'venture capital' before. There was a clue in the name but she had no idea what it really involved. She didn't want to appear dumb in front of him though, so nodded approvingly, hoping she didn't get found out.

It didn't come as a surprise when he asked if she did private sessions. Her contract with the gym didn't allow her but in any case there was no way she'd ever go to someone's house alone without knowing them first. It was just too risky. She'd heard the scare stories from other instructors about the clients who thought they could just buy anything they wanted. And what they couldn't buy they'd just take anyway.

"I'm afraid the gym doesn't allow us to see external clients. I'd lose my job if I did," Chelsea explained, taking the easy way out. "All of my clients book through the gym and we use the facilities here. They're all ladies and to be honest you'd probably find a male instructor a better match. I could recommend a couple if you liked."

Chelsea waited a moment before paying Daniel a compliment

"But looking at you," she said, continuing. "I'd say you're already paying some high class trainer. And it seems to be working. Not many men look that buff without help."

She had been going to say "Not many men your age look that buff without help," but she didn't.

She watched him as he accepted the compliment gracefully. She thought about how Claire had told him about his wife being unfaithful and how much of a shock it must have been to find himself all alone in life, despite his money. She felt a bit sorry for him. Sure he was hitting on her and he was probably old enough to be her father, but in all honesty her father didn't look like he did.

"Of course. If you really wanted," she suggested, 'you could always book a couple of sessions with me here. It's Thursday today and I'm busy tomorrow but I've got space in my diary next week..."

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel had sat with two many people when asked what he did for a living, particularly when people saw his homes and lifestyle. So as Chelsea politely nodded, and didn’t ask a question he chuckled. “You don’t really have a clue, do you?” He reached out and gripped her forearm for just a second.
”How about you don’t bullshit me, and I won’t bullshit you? Deal?”

“The way I made my money, and by the way, I retired, sort of, but it was by investing other people’s money in companies, sometimes companies that had yet to make any revenue, and almost always weren’t profitable yet, I put in anywhere from $10 to a couple of hundred million dollars, and cashed out, if and when the company either went public or we sold it to some big strategic. I had to give my investors a certain return on their money, and then above that, I got to keep 20-30% of the upside.”

He paused to see if she was following, “I guess in summary, I was very good at picking winners, but at what I did, being really good was hitting on over 20% of my bets. I was closer to 50, so we did very well. Consider venture capital investing, a lot like gambling…” He laughed, “I was a very good gambler. Do you like to gamble?”

Daniel was a different man when he talked business, confident and bold, perhaps she saw the difference. But here in this world, he was just trying to get his footing. He felt a little silly when she said the club didn’t allow private lessons, but his gut told him she was probably just using it as an excuse. He was well aware of their age differential, and as much as he wished it wouldn’t matter to the very attractive young girl, he could well be older than her father.
Yet she then surprised him, "But looking at you," she said, continuing. "I'd say you're already paying some high class trainer. And it seems to be working. Not many men look that buff without help."

He looked down and blushed, “I think you mean a man my age, but I will take the compliment anyway. Thank you. But no, I was too embarrassed I didn’t want to show up at a place like this and make an ass of myself. Have you ever heard of Tonal, it is a fancy type of electronic gym. A good friend recommended it ….” What Daniel didn’t say was that good friend was Lebrun James, a business partner and investor in Daniel’s former fund.

”I put one in my place here, my home down in Carmel and on my jet, and I worked my ass off every time I could. I started swimming again, and … “. There was no reason to not just tell her the truth. “Having your wife leave you for a younger man, tends to be a great motivator. I just had to think about it and it was easy to do another ten laps or twenty reps!”

As soon as he stopped, he realized some of what he said. “Sorry, that isn’t like me, forget about the stuff, but Tonal was great, but it is hard to stay motivated, so I joined the gym, and when I can I try to use having regular classes to get my ass out here…. Sorry, TMI, I need to learn how to do this again.”

She offered to set him up with an instructor, and then offered to do classes here as well. He smiled, “it is Thursday, and I will schedule sessions if you are available. I need to fly up to Napa Saturday morning, but I will be back Monday night, so maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?”

Daniel found himself tapping his foot, this was as much as he had talked to a woman, socially in a while, but he was never the most patient guy in the world, and so suddenly without warning, he blurted out, “I would like to work out, but .. I … is there any chance you would be interested in having dinner with me tomorrow night?” He laughed, “Yes, this old man is asking if you would be willing to go out on a date, someplace public, some place fun?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea felt a range of emotions as Daniel talked.

At first she felt patronised as she listened to him enlighten her in the simplest of terms as to how venture capital worked. Just because she didn’t know what it was, didn’t mean she needed to have it explained to her as if she was a child.

It didn't surprise her that Daniel used Tonal. It was popular among gym members, mostly because of its sleek design, celebrity endorsements and of course its exclusive price tag. Chelsea preferred calisthenics. Minimum equipment minimum cost and a proven track record with armies around the world, stretching all the way back to the Ancient Greeks.

And then there had been Daniel's need to tell her about where he'd had Tonal installed. Ok, she got it, he was rich. Most of the people at the gym were. It didn't matter to her how rich he was. Compared to her virtually everyone was rich anyway.

But despite this, she still warmed to him. She could see a man struggling to deal with life after a break-up and using all of his no doubt considerable will-power to change things for the better. And despite her honest advice he was going to book some sessions with her, so that was good for her too.

When it had come, Chelsea had been caught a bit unawares by the offer of a date. She wasn't sure he'd hold his nerve and go through with it but he had and now she was visibly hesitating.

She weighed up the pros and cons in her head.

On the negative side he was roughly twice her age. That was a biggie. Would she even be talking to him if he wasn't rich? Probably not. So what did that say about her?

But on the positive side he had a vulnerable side to him, an honest quality which she warmed to. And of course he had a fit bod too.

"What have i got to lose?" she thought to herself, "other than a couple of gym sessions perhaps."

"I'm free on Friday night," she told him. Then, needing to clarify things she added, "But only for a date mind. Nothing more. And i get to choose where we go."

Daniel didn't have a lot of choice but to agree to her terms, which weren't unreasonable.

"If you like, you can take me to the Hard Rock Cafe on Pier 39. But I warn you I'm not a cheap date. I want a main course and a dessert. Just so you know."

She scribbled down her number on the back of one her gym appointment cards and gave it to him.

"You've made me late," she giggled, “but call me and let me know what time and I'll meet you there.”

And with that she left, her heart racing just a little.

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel had not meant to demean or placate Chelsea, but he would learn to only feed her information when she asked and was genuinely interested. He took a moment, “I’m sorry, I have been talking way too much, I‘m a little nervous talking to you, I’m not used to being nervous. I hope you take it as a compliment, because it means what you feel and think of me is important to me.”

He drank a bit of his smoothie, and watched her. There was something about her that he was naturally attracted to. She was no doubt cute and fit, but there was an intelligence and a sense she had common sense and an ability to read people, but he also sensed a girl who wanted more out of life, and maybe was willing to take some risks?

He knew he was a risk, and perhaps that was what emboldened him to ask a woman out on a date for the firs time in nearly 30 years. He found his heart beating nearly through his chest as he watched her contemplate his impromptu offer.

"I'm free on Friday night," Daniel was shocked, delighted, thrilled, and he suddenly had a grin from ear to ear. “Really, you are, you will!” This did not sound like a billionaire who had negotiated with some of Wall Street’s best. He didn’t feel like that guy though, he felt like a 17 year old, who just got a date with his crush.

”Anyplace you want? Do you want me to pick you up, send a carr?“ He was clearly thrilled. She made him smile, "If you like, you can take me to the Hard Rock Cafe on Pier 39. But I warn you I'm not a cheap date. I want a main course and a dessert. Just so you know." She had to enjoy the look on his face. “Noted, I won’t even complain if you want an appetizer or two?”

They agreed to meet, “I’m sorry I made you late, but you made my day, I am really looking forward to tomorrow.” He enjoyed every seeing of her young hips and buns of steel as she walked away. By God, he had a date!
Between that moment and 7:30, the time he gave her, when he called, he went to the tailor and made sure he had a new jacket, dress shirt, and slacks that perfectly fit his new, revitalized physique.

He was in gray slacks, a baby blue dress shirt that accentuated his eyes, and a navy sport coat with a subtle plaid the you could barely see, but added just a splash of color. No socks and leather black Italian loafers with a soft weave. His only jewelry a Piaget gold watch, and his ring from Stanford. He drove his Ferrari and laughed at the look on the eager valet’s face as he handed him the keys.

He made sure he got there early and was waiting on the pier, under a light when he thought he saw her in the distance…

 

[Biker_Faerie]

On Thursday evening when Chelsea got home from the gym she knew from the moment she opened the door that someone was in the apartment.

"Is that you?" she shouted.

"I'm in the kitchen," a girl's voice replied.

Presley was Chelsea's flatmate, the two of them having lived together for over a year now. Presley worked as cabin crew for one of the major Asian Airlines. She was a pretty girl with light brown hair, a devilish smile and large breasts that sent Asian businessmen wild. For want of a better description Presley was an unashamed 'good-time girl' and the life of an air hostess suited her down to the ground. Flying long haul meant that she was away for a few days at a time and Chelsea was never sure exactly when she would be back in the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen Chelsea was greeted by the sight of Presley in her bra and panties pouring herself a glass of wine. When Presley saw Chelsea she put the wine down and the two girls embraced then kissed passionately.

"I wasn't sure when you'd be back," Chelsea said when they came up for air.

"Shut up, take me to the bedroom and fuck me," Presley replied bluntly...

Half an hour later the two girls cuddled in bed, both with a glass of wine in their hand.

"So did you fuck Captain 'Bigdick' again?" Chelsea said laughing.

"His name's Bill," Presley replied pretending to be hurt by the comment. Then giggling, she added "and yes, i might have."

"You know he's never going to leave his wife," Chelsea told him.

"God that's the last thing I want," Presley replied. Then she asked "How about you. What have you been up to?"

"I spent last night with Gustavo and Gabriella."

"God he's a hunk of prime Brazilian beef isn't he? He can shove his meat in me any time," Presley said lecherously. "And speaking of food I guess they fed you then."

"Aha," Chelsea replied laughing at the crudeness of Presley's comments.

"You really need to get a better job Chelsea. Something that pays you a living wage. I could probably get you one with the airline. God knows you're pretty enough."

"I like what i do."

Presley seems unconvinced by Chelsea's reasoning but let it be.

"So what are we going to do this weekend?" Presley asked.

"Ah. I actually have a date Friday night," Chelsea replied.

"Spill the beans!"

"He's someone at the gym."

"Hunky?"

"Yes."

"Rich?"

"I think so."

"How old?"

Chelsea hesitated before admitting, "About fifty."

"You're fucking kidding me." Presley spluttered.

"No, I'm not. He's nice and we're just going on a date. Nothing more. To the Hard Rock Cafe."

Presley sensed she'd hit a bit of a nerve and backed off. "But we're hitting the town on Saturday night aren't we. Just the two of us?"

"We certainly are," Chelsea confirmed

******

On Friday evening, when Chelsea saw Daniel standing outside the restaurant waiting for her she was both flattered and a little bit surprised at what he was wearing. He was probably going to be the only person in a sport coat while everyone else was in jeans and a tee shirt, including her. She could see he was nervous and so she walked up to him and without waiting gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"I like a man who's prompt," she joked. "Now we need to get you out of that sport coat," she told him then helped him to take it off. When he had, she undid one more button on his expensively tailored shirt revealing more of his chiselled chest.

"Much better," she pronounced. "All you need to do now is turn up your cuffs and you'll look perfect."

Daniel did as he was told, revealing a subtle looking watch that Chelsea bet had still cost a fortune.

"That's a nice watch," she told him but made a point of not asking what it was. "You've got taste," she said paying him a compliment.

Daniel looked a little bit less on edge now and so Chelsea grabbed him by the arm.

"Shall we go in?" she asked. "I'm starving..."

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel had no idea of the robustness of Chelsea’s love life, both men and women, he may well have been intimidated if he did know, but in this case ignorance was bliss. Perhaps he would get a better sense of her appetites soon, if this first date went well.

As he watched others walk in and out of the water front restaurant, he realized he was likely over dressed. The restaurant was one of a chain, although he had only been in the one in Vegas that was also a pretty thriving casino which catered to both a younger crowd and celebrities. He had been there for a party up in the penthouse, but had never actually eaten at the restaurant.

When he saw Chelsea, he knew he was. She looked cute and sexy in her jeans and t-shir, “I’m sorry, I should have asked you about dress, next time…” He shouldn’t have been so presumptive, as next time was far from guaranteed. “… I’ll wear jeans.”

They got some looks as they walked in, and he felt a bit more self conscious, until he heard two girls, one saying “Look at those two…” Where he felt old, only to hear the other, “Jesus I love handsome older men.” His dating ego needed that, and he slide his hand into the small of Chelsea’s back to guide her to the table.

The place was alive with energy, and their was a band that would start in a half hour, some cover band that played music from the 90’s, at least he would know the music and recognize the lyrics. He looked at her, “You look beautiful, do you come here often? Anything you recommend?”

He hadn’t seen a car drop her off, so either she had parked nearby or taken the metro line that had a drop right across the street. From the restaurant. “I haven’t been down in this area in a long time, but I love walking along the pier, maybe we can take a walk when we get done, if I remember there are some fun bars up and down the pier?”

He was trying to make conversation but it was hard not to just stare at his beautiful, young date!

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The comment from the two girls gave Chelsea’s ego a boost too. Consciously or subconsciously, whichever, she’d been worried about the age gap and what people might think.

But this was San Francisco after all. It had a history of tolerance and permissiveness stretching all the way back to the sixties. Chelsea felt herself relax. She was just a girl going on a date with a boy.

When they sat down she caught Daniel looking at her appreciatively. She’d deliberately not worn anything too sexy or provocative but now she wished she’d been a little more daring for him.

“I think you have to have the burger. It’s the law,” she joked in answer to Daniel’s question then admitted “But I’ve only been here once before. I guess it’s for tourists really but I like coming down to the pier and watching the sea-lions. They make me laugh. The way they waddle on and off the pontoons, and they can be so grumpy with each other. ”

The waiter came and took their order. Chelsea went for a burger accompanied by a margarita.

When the drinks had arrived there was a brief nervous lull in the conversation and so Chelsea spoke up to fill it.

“I guess this the point where we tell each other about ourselves. I’ll go first, if you like,” she offered.

“So my name is Chelsea Cartwright. I’m 25, from Cincinnati, Ohio and I have a degree in Sports Science. I’ve been out here for two and a half years now and have worked at the gym ever since I arrived. It pays badly and I’m as poor as a church mouse. I can’t afford a car and I live in the highly desirable area of Tenderloin with my flatmate and best friend, Presley. We’re in the arty part but very close to the druggy part and the prostitutey part too. But despite everything, moving here was the best thing I ever did.”

“Your turn…”

 

[Homerun2611]

Part of Daniel’s zealous efforts to get his body back in shape, had been eschewing one of his truly great loves, red meat! So as Chelsea cheerily stated, “I think you have to have the burger. It’s the law,” Daniel licked his lips. “That good huh? You have no idea how I have longed for a great burger or a juicy steak!” He laughed, “Fuck, I‘ve worked my ass off, and I’m not going to stop, but I think I am ready to jump off the wagon!”

She had to sense his enthusiasm, but that wasn’t his only thought for as good as the burger sounded, Chelsea was also awakening an appetite that had been far too long suppressed, and that he badly wanted was to have sex back in his life. He had no desire for a wife, or even a traditional girlfriend, his sexual stomach was empty, and had been faithful to one woman for 25 years, and while he wasn’t looking to be a player, he was so wanting to explore a world he had never truly known.

When the waiter came, Daniel went all in, a bacon cheeseburger, with a fried egg, sweet potato fries, and a craft beer. He had a huge smile on his face as the waiter turned away, as if his new life was starting in this very moment.

He appreciated when Chelsea gave her story, particularly her honesty and humility, he found himself smiling and like her more, and being more attracted with every word. He was particularly interested in why she had chosen this career, the fact she had a room mate that he sensed she really enjoyed and a bit about their apartment and the neighborhood.

”Tell me about Presley, you two are close, does she have anyone specific, or are you two just having fun?” In his mind he couldn’t help but wonder if the room mate was anywhere near as hot and sexy as Chelsea, and what kind of killer duo they might be? “So are you glad you chose sports science, if you could choose your dream career, what is it?”

When she said “your turn?” He grimaced a bit. “You know part of the story, the not so great parts. Anyway, I grew up in Indiana, but I got a swimming scholarship to Stanford, and I’ve just been a west coast guy ever since. My parents died in a plan crash when I was in college, which gave me a small trust fund, enough to buy my first small condo here. When I graduated, I worked as an analyst at McKinsey, and after two years I want back to grad school, got my MBA from Chicago, and went into investment banking as a firm called Lehman Brothers.”

He smiled, “Remember you asked this time? Anyway, I was at Lehman from 1999 to 2007. I got into an argument about our investments in mortgage backed securities, that ultimately brought the firm down. But I helped some clients hedge that strategy, and they made hundreds of million. My specialty was emerging high tech companies, and so I put everything I had, and got their investment and started my first VC fund. Over the next 14 years I build four funds, and just liquidated. That 14 years went by like that!” He snapped his fingers, “I got rich and forgot about living, like I didn’t have time. So when my wife left, it was a wake up, I liquidated except for a couple fo thngs, and here I am. I have a lot of toys, lost of neat property, and some good friends, but overall, I realized, I want a life. So… I got myself in shape, and now I want to have fun. I am only going to do business and real estate I enjoy, and I want to figure out what all I’ve missed.“

It was quite the confession and a bit sad, despite his money, he felt vulnerable but glad to get it off his chest. “So, I am taking some chances, like asking a pretty young woman, if she would go on a date. Over dressing, but trying and hoping we can have some fun?“

He thought for a moment, “Do you like boats?” He thought about his yacht moored out in the harbor. Perhaps she could even bring her roommate if that made it more comfortable. “Or skiing, or sky diving, or… so what kinds of things do you like to do, or might want to try?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“You need your protein,” Chelsea told him after he’d ordered his burger.

“And it’s alright to be naughty every now and then,” she giggled , giving him a teasing smile.

When he asked about Presley she wondered if something she’d said had given away the nature of their relationship. She was young free and single but still there were aspects of her lifestyle that she didn’t want broadcast too widely.

“Presley’s my best friend,” Chelsea began. “She’s the sort of person you might not see for a fortnight but then it’s like you’d never been apart. Which is good considering she works as cabin crew for an airline. She’s a stereotypical air hostess. A bit of a good time girl. I guess we both are really. We’re both single and enjoying life “

That was about as much as Chelsea was prepared to divulge. It was a first date after all and she didn’t want to shock Daniel. He’d grown up in a different era. Her dad wouldn’t have condoned what she did and he was the same age as Daniel.

“As for whether I’m glad I chose sports science? Well if I’d known how badly paid it was I would probably have chosen something else but I’m not really motivated by money. I still owe my parents a fortune for my tuition fees and I wish I could pay them back but other than that . …

Daniel gave her quite a detailed account of his life and a lot of it went over her head again, but not everything. Listening to him caused her to reassess who she was sitting down with and her curiosity got the better of her.

When he asked if she liked boats or skiing or sky diving she stopped him and asked her own question instead.

“You don’t have to answer this,” she began. “But before we met yesterday one of the girls at the gym told me you were one of the most eligible bachelors around. I saw the way everyone in the HIiT class reacted to you. The women especially. So my first question is, just how much of a millionaire are you? A big one or a little one?”

She could see Daniel waiting for the second part before responding. She knew she might be ruining the evening but she had to ask.

“And my second question is what does the most eligible bachelor around see in a lowly gym instructor. Am I going to be another in a long line of conquests, one more notch on the bedpost of your emperor sized bed?”

She’d said it now. She couldn’t take it back.

 

[Homerun2611]

“You need your protein,” Chelsea told him after he’d ordered his burger.

“And it’s alright to be naughty every now and then,”

Daniel smiled back, this was flirting wasn’t it, he would try, “I am glad to hear you feel that way, I think naughty is what I am looking for, and never know where you might find it. Perhaps in a burger .. “

Perhaps it was building off her earlier comment, but after reiterating that Presley was her best friend she gave more intriguing insight, “She’s the sort of person you might not see for a fortnight but then it’s like you’d never been apart. Which is good considering she works as cabin crew for an airline. She’s a stereotypical air hostess. A bit of a good time girl. I guess we both are really. We’re both single and enjoying life “

The term good time girl stuck in his mind, with the obvious questions of, what kind of a good time, how much of a good time, and… were they ever a good time together? If Daniel were more comfortable in this situation, or knew Chelsea better, he would have asked. For now, it would go into the vault, to be recalled at a later date, when and if those answers might be revealed. Instead he simply said, “She sounds like a very interesting young lady, perhaps I will be lucky enough to meet her some day?”

He felt a little bad about her financial situation, a situation he could easily handle and not even think twice, but he would not insult her with any such suggestion, yet it was another parcel to be put into the vault of his steel trap mind. “I’m sure student loans can be a burden, but I am glad they don’t seem to be stopping you from enjoying yourself. It all tends to work its way out, I had no idea you had been at the club that long, I am surprised I hadn’t seen you earlier?“

But it was after he told his story, that he was put on the spot. “You don’t have to answer this …But before we met yesterday one of the girls at the gym told me you were one of the most eligible bachelors around. I saw the way everyone in the HIiT class reacted to you. The women especially. So my first question is, just how much of a millionaire are you? A big one or a little one?”

He sat back and looked at her. “Does it matter, there was something about you that made me worry you were turned off by money?” He wasn’t being evasive, the reality was his net worth had been listed in Forbes in a feature they had done on him liquidating his holdings. He gave her a wink, “Technically I am not a millionaire, millionaire starts with an M, mine starts with a B, I guess your answer is I am a big one.”

He bit his lip. “Is that okay?“ He was honestly concerned it wouldn’t. He hated when people were either too impressed or intimidated by money, but she didn’t seem that type. Which led to his answer of her next question, “And my second question is what does the most eligible bachelor around see in a lowly gym instructor. Am I going to be another in a long line of conquests, one more notch on the bedpost of your emperor sized bed?”

To that he laughed. “My bedpost is remarkably scarce of notches, assuming my ex wife only counts once. And I am flattered to think that maybe you might end up in my bed….” He took a second, “I was married a long time, I am not in a hurry to be married again, I am not sure I ever will be. I am not saying I wouldn’t be open to someone special, just not someone exclusive. Is that bad?” He really was curious in her opinion.

”Never in my life have I been able to cut loose, I think experiment might be the right word? God that makes me sound like a player, but I am no player, I am obviously no player. But I want to know what is out there?”

He continued, “As for you, I was shocked you said yes, you are cute and very sexy, smart, you could have probably near any guy at that club, and most would love to try. I am a fifty something man, trying to have fun. You are teh first woman I have actually asked out in decades, DECADES! I like you, you are very cute, in many ways, and I was attracted. if you are interested we could have some fun. I will likely buy you things if we do, or go do some pretty cool things, but whether it is you or someone else, I don’t want to feel like I am leading you on, or you are trying to find a husband. A long time ago, at least in Indiana, they used to call is sewing wild oats, and you, no matter what this becomes or doesn‘t, are my first oat!”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"Fuck a duck. A billion. Really?" was Chelsea's initial assessment of Daniel's wealth. She whispered it quietly to him so as not to draw attention to them.

She was genuinely shocked. Of course she knew there were billionaires out there. People like Bill Gates, Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos for instance were all household names. And hadn't JayZ recently become one as well? But they weren't real people. They were people you read about in papers or saw on the internet. They weren't people you ate a burger with.

"If I'd have known I'd have definitely had a starter before my main course," she quipped. "You know, when Presley asked me if you were rich I told her i thought you were. But i guess i thought you were small rich, not big rich, and certainly not enormous rich."

She thought for a moment.

"I'm not turned off by money by the way. But what i see at the gym every day is that people with money, are often not very nice. They can be rude and arrogant and they look down on people without money. People like me. i don't know if they were like that before they had money or if money made them that way."

She felt as if she was rambling now and so she shut up and let Daniel carry on.

When he told her he wasn't looking for a wife or even a girlfriend she was both relieved and a bit disappointed. He'd been honest and she appreciated that but she'd been expecting one of two scenarios. Either a one night stand or a masterplan that ended up with being the next Mrs Owens. What he was suggesting was something in between, which, since neither of the two original options were particularly acceptable to Chelsea sounded like a practical suggestion.

"I think you're a very attractive man, Daniel. I'll admit, i was a bit worried about your age at first but i've got my head around that now and I think i'd like to have some fun with you too. You can buy me nice things and take me boating or skiing, or skydiving, I'd like that. But i need to be clear that this doesn't mean that you own me. I won't get annoyed if you want to sow your wild oats elsewhere and i don't expect you to get annoyed about me seeing other people either. Is that ok?"

She waited a moment to gauge his reaction.

"Now here comes the small print. All i have to offer you is this body, my company and my wicked sense of humour. So you need to realise that you're not getting a great deal here but at least you can't say i didn't warn you. Presley and i are planning a night out tomorrow and you're going off to Napa for a few days which is a shame but when when you come back how about we begin this relationship and see how it goes?. Ok"

 

[Homerun2611]

"Fuck a duck. A billion. Really?" Timing is everything, and as he paused, Daniel had taken a sip of the pint of his craft beer and nearly spit it out, he didn’t even try to suppress the laugh. “I think I’ll pass, it’s been a long time, but not that long…”. She was funny, and he was teasing a bit at her phrasing, even though he really liked it. She was whispering so he whispered back, “Yes, a billion.”

It was Forbes who had actually calculated the number at $1.2 billion and change. It didn’t make any difference really, Daniel had all the money he would never need, many times over, now the question was how to use it to really enjoy his life.

She made him laugh, “Well, I bet I can call the waitress and still get us some nachos if you’d like?” He was enjoying this, Chelseas surprise and humor. She was just treating him like a man, on a date, and that was all he wanted. “So if you’d known, would Presley have suggested you come, get the hell away, or maybe have her take your place?”

Another wink, it wasn’t like he didn’t know that being a billionaire was a big deal, it was more how Chelsea didn’t act like it was. That was why he had asked her out, versus any of the women who had come up to him at the club during the class.

Daniel hadn’t known what to expect tonight, at best he hoped their was a scant chance he might get laid, but it was a long shot at best, but Chelsea after listening to him what he wanted, came back with, "I think you're a very attractive man, Daniel. I'll admit, i was a bit worried about your age at first but i've got my head around that now and I think i'd like to have some fun with you too. You can buy me nice things and take me boating or skiing, or skydiving, I'd like that. But i need to be clear that this doesn't mean that you own me. I won't get annoyed if you want to sow your wild oats elsewhere and i don't expect you to get annoyed about me seeing other people either. Is that ok?”

Daniel could barely believe what she was saying. “Well, this is quite a first date?” He was smiling, his heart racing a bit. “I know I am out of touch, but this is a little unusual isn’t it…”. He paused, ”… but I like it, I’ve always liked a straight shooter, and by God, you are a straight shooter.” He took a minute to consider all she had just said.

”First thank you, for saying you find me attractive and being honest about age, you’re sure it isn’t an issue?” He believed her, but did a double check. “So you’re sure, I mean buying you things, going to exotic places, I mean, it is a big ask? Flying private instead of public, just isn’t for everyone, but if you’re sure you can handle? I mean really sure?” Daniel had done his best to deliver it dead pan, but he could barely hide his smile, and finally he just had enough and burst out in laughter. He bit his lip. “God, I really like you, you’re sexy as hell and you make me laugh, and I think you’d kick my ass if I deserved it, and… I will deserve it!”

She delivered the “small print” as she described it, and he let her finish, as he had something to circle back to. He started with a joke, “So, if your body is the small print?” He cocked his brow, as if he was negotiating a deal, “I think I am going to have to examine it very closely, you know how the devil is in the details?” His eyes were sparkling and he let them rake over her body.

”Yes, I understand I don’t own you, I’m not trying to. Not even rent. And yes, we can both have our freedoms, but, what if, in deference to each other, safety, and such. Would you be okay if we used condoms if we were with other people, but together, I would prefer, we not? I’m happy to get tested whenever you would want?” God dating now was so much different than he remembered, but it seemed, given the conversation that it was worth bringing up.

”But, I think you’re selling yourself short. It is so weird to actually admit this…” He reached out and took her hand. “You are a lot more experienced than me, and, I feel a bit like an idiot, but I want you to be willing to expose me ot things, I mean we can talk about it, but my sex life has been very vanilla, and… I’d love to try some different flavors.”

Daniel looked away and took a long drink. What the hell had he just admitted and asked? “Oh, and just an idea… but the thing in Napa is going to be very fun, there will be celebrities there, the wine and food, will be amazing, I am sure there will be amazing entertainment. They are trying to show the place off, it will be an incredible party. I am going to take my jet up there, if you and your room mate want to join me, we could have fun, and if you don’t like it, you can have the jet fly you back here, or anywhere you two want, for the weekend?”

“”I still want to start our relationship next week .. “ He looked into her eyes, “Unless you might want to start … tonight/‘

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“Presley would have definitely tried to steal you for herself. ” Chelsea joked. “She’s got no morals that girl, eighteen months with her and you’d have ended up a small millionaire. But you’d have had the time of your life.”

Chelsea picked up her phone and searched for something on it.

“Here’s a picture of us from a couple of months ago,” she said handing Daniel her old iPhone 6.



Chelsea knew it was a flattering photo. She wouldn’t have shown it to him otherwise.

When it came to condoms Chelsea had always used them, ever since the first time it had gone wrong at her parents house as a teenager when her boyfriend had promised faithfully he wouldn’t cum inside her. Waiting for her period to arrive and wondering if it ever would had been the worst three weeks of her life.

She took the contraceptive pill now but as there was no significant other in her life she always expected the guy to wear a 'rubber'. So when Daniel suggested not wearing one she wasn’t sure. It worried her that while he didn't want exclusivity he expected privileges that he wanted her to deny other men. He didn't seem like the type to use her but you could never tell and she'd hear of plenty of girls who'd been lured in by a rich guy only to be dumped by him the next morning.

Chelsea had always been a quick thinker however. Not necessarily a good decision maker but a quick thinker all the same. So when Daniel started to talk about wanting to try different flavours she decided to make her pitch.

"I think i can help you to satisfy some of your fantasies, Daniel, but i want some commitment from you in return," she said confidently.

She could see that Daniel, who was obviously an accomplished dealmaker and probably a good poker player too, was all ears.

"I'll be your guide and companion on this sexual adventure of yours and you can have the exclusive right to cum inside me. But in return I want to be your girlfriend!"

She was pretty sure it wasn't what he'd expected to hear.

"I don't want to be your murky little secret. I want the rights and privileges that go with being Daniel Owens' 'girlfriend'. I want your friends to know that we're an item, I want my friends to know about it too and of course I want the people at the gym to know about it. Especially the people at the gym. When you introduce me to people I want you to tell them 'this is my girlfriend Chelsea,' and i want to be able to call you my 'boyfriend'."

Chelsea couldn't read Daniel's face. She wasn't sure if he was laughing or getting ready to leave. But she wasn't finished yet.

"And I want an allowance. I'm fed up with being so poor that i have to stand around the juice bar in the gym each day hoping that somebody will buy me a fucking panini for lunch. And i"m fed up with all the sneers of those rich gym members looking at me as if i'm a piece of shit. I want you to buy me nice clothes, I'm a '6' in a dress by the way, sometimes a '4' if its stretchy and 32c. Just so you know.

She stopped for a moment wondering if she'd forgotten anything.

"Oh and i need a car. I'm not sure where you live but i don't want to have to cycle to you. Nothing fancy. It probably wouldn't last long in Tenderloin if it was.” Then she looked down at her phone. "Oh and a new phone too. Apple don't seem to want me to use this one any more."

That was it. She felt sure that the car might have been a step too far but he could afford it if he wanted. The question was whether he wanted to. She knew it wouldn't be about the money. It would be more about her attitude and whether he really wanted a girlfriend. For her it was an opportunity to make a positive change to her life.

“If i haven't put you off I’ll talk to Presley about Napa when i get home,” she told him. “When do you need to know by?”

Then, being a girl, she felt the need to add.

“I don’t think I’d have anything to wear though,” she confessed. “Not unless it’s a 'turn up in your gym gear' kind of party.”

Daniel had remained quiet all through her blurt, presumably wanting to make sure he'd heard her full list of requirements.

"I know I'm asking a lot," she admitted, "But i like you. I wouldn't even bother making these outrageous demands if I didn't. Not everyone is going to approve of this relationship. If it ends badly i think i could easily lose my job over it and then I’d literally be destitute. I might be wrong but I’m guessing the guy your wife was unfaithful with doesn’t have many job prospects these days,” she told him and noticed him flinch at the mention of his ex wife.

“So i guess i'm looking for a bit of security, a bit of commitment and if i'm honest, a bit of spoiling...."

 

[Homerun2611]

“Presley would have definitely tried to steal you for herself. ” Chelsea joked. “She’s got no morals that girl, eighteen months with her and you’d have ended up a small millionaire. But you’d have had the time of your life.”

Daniel could not help but be intrigued at such a description, and even moreso when presented with the picture. “Then I am glad you didn’t tell her, or that I met you first. It has taken me a lifetime to amass my fortune, I would like it to last a bit more than 18 months, no matter how good of a time I might have. Although… I can’t deny, that is intriguing.”

He was more having fun with Chelsea, he liked her candor and her uninhibited abilty to discuss all items sexual. Frankly, all things whatsoever. There was no pretense, where he had lived in a world filed with pretense. What a greath of fresh air she was, and unwittingly he found himself more and more wanting to have her as a part of his life.

”Have you two ever .. uh… well…” He couldn’t even finish the statement and wasn’t’ sure what he even wanted to ask? Had they ever been intimate with each other … or they along with someone else? Fuck, that thought was hot, and a world so completely different and disengaged from anything he had ever really known, or was his imagination running amuck! Of course that non question would make more sense later when he described his desire for flavors and spice he had never opened himself up to before.

He could tell something about his question regarding condoms had her thinking, for him it hadn’t been control as much as safety, he had no desire to catch some shit, but he also did not particularly enjoy wearing latex on his own cock, and hit had been years. Yet he was surprised at the depth and thoughtfulness of her response. He didn’t know or care how book smart his young date was, what he liked was her common sense and street smarts, which for their purposes was much more important.

He had learned long ago to hear someone’s entire pitch, not only to understand what their true ask was and why, but also not to negotiated against himself. There was no doubt, this was a negotiation, wrapped in a sense of eroticism and lust, but a negotiation nonetheless and he was very aroused by it.

Her approach was that of a savvy veteran, and he wondered if this was her first such arrangement, but he was quite sure it was, she was just a bit of a natural. She let him know what he would get, in essence agreeinto to his ask, but contingent on one key aspect, and then she would give the details. "I'll be your guide and companion on this sexual adventure of yours and you can have the exclusive right to cum inside me. But in return I want to be your girlfriend!"

He could hardly wait to hear the butt, but her use of the term “girlfriend” had surprised him but in an oddly good way. She began to give the details, and he had a hard time suppressing the smirk of enjoyment, and eventually he stopped making the effort and simply smiled. And most of her demands played to his natural inclinations, and in several he was quite charmed.

He let her finish, before responding, Daniel had an eidetic memory, for both words and images. He could have recited her pitch verbatim, it had proved a very useful skill in his former profession. As had she, he started from the top down. “I like the idea of you wanting to be my girlfriend, actually I would be very proud, and us being open with all to our relationship.” That was the good part, he would get to his strings in a bit.

He smiled, “So, in order, and please keep track in case I miss anything? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to discuss the perks a bit before some of the less tangible, but equally important parts, okay?” She would hopefully note he was not talking down to her, he was treating every word with thoughtful response and consideration, respecting her offer and reflecting that in his response. Yet, he was also feeling the chemistry and attraction growing by the minute and wondered if she was feeling the same? He would know soon enough.

”An allowance? Yes! If we are doing this then I don’t want any man to think they can give you something I can’t. And when it comes to money, I want zero questions.“. He thought for a second, “Do you have online banking? What if I make a good faith deposit right here. I don’t know what your monthly expenses will be, and they will vary, for if you are with me, you won’t need much, but you shouldn’t ever worry. While we are together, while we are a couple, I will make sure you always have $10,000 in your account, and i will have you have an Amex Black card, which has all sorts of perks beyond a credit limit which I will set. Let’s start that at $50,000 okay?”

Like each element, there were strings himself. “Now, let’s discuss, this is for you, for you to have freedom in your life, see something you like, something you think I might like you in, and buy it, no questions asked. For you to go out, eat in, whatever, I do not care, as long as it is you, and if you want, we can include Presley within reason. This is not for you to help out Uncle Burt, Aunt Stephane, or Pablo, the hunky aerobics instructor down on his luck. If you need money for something like that, I won’t necessarily refuse, in fact at least for the Aunt and Uncle there is a good chance I wouldn’t, but, I expect you to use the money in ways you wouldn’t be ashamed for me to know. I’ll get back to that.”

He thought to himself, “Clothes? Yes, I expect my girlfriend to dress well. I will tell you I love tight and sexy dresses, I love heels, I love swimsuits and lingerie, yoga pants, short or billowy shorts, tight jeans, leather pants, sun dresses, and damn near anything that makes you look good or sexy. If you want all your workout gear to be lulu lemon, go for it, you will not have a clothes budget, you are hot, and I want you to look hot, and I could care less if I hardly ever see the same thing twice. Any questions or does that cover it?” He waited.

”Cars? I like cars, nice cars. I drove a Ferrari here tonight, and I’d like to take you back to my place for a bit when we get done here?” Again he waited. ‘Back at my place I have a bit of my collection the ones I regularly take out on the street. There is a Porsche 911, a range rover, a BMW 750iL, hmmm, let me think what else is there… oh yeah, I have an open air Jeep for tooling around the beach, and a Tesla. For the short term, you can have any of them, for the longer term, we can pick you out what you want, if there is something specific?” He smiled, “I like cars.”

”You bring up a good point though, where you live. Do you really like it, you and Presley? Or would you be open to a move? I have a couple of options, I will lease you guys a one year lease, whereever you want. That way if something happens, you are taken care of, I will prepay the rent, consider it security for the two of you.“

“I also have a boat down in the marina. It is a 31 foot sail boat that can sleep up to 8 comfortably, but for two it would be pretty awesome. I also have a yacht out in the harbor, but it is a pain in the ass to get on and off on a daily basis. Having said that, I would expect there are a lot of nights, you either stay with me, or I stay with you, but you should have a place, and if you want to stay where you are that is okay, but I want you to be safe and ideally the car can be garaged?”

He wondered what she thought, he wasn’t trying to push her one way or the other, but he had resources at his fingertips, and he was more than willing to be generous.

”Phone? Sure, whatever, what is it an iPhone 57 now?” He joked. “Get an iPad too, there may be times we want to have fun with video, and a bigger screen might be handy?” Again a wink, maybe he was learning to flirt. He thought he had covered most, but now it was time to wind back to the beginning.

Here was the hard part, Daniel had just been played for a fool by his ex wife and didn’t want to be seen that way again. ”But this whole thing, is you being publicly my girlfriend, my publicly being your boyfriend. I need it to not only feel real, but be real. The attraction, the interest. If we are being open, we aren’t doing it in deceit. I have just had a painful experience of people talking behind my back. I don’t want to look like a fool again. I would like to not sneak around behind each other’s backs, I’d like us to be open and honest, and, I want to know there is real chemistry, and people can feel our attraction.”

He looked at her. “I want to kiss you, and if that feels right, I’d like to take you home and fuck each other’s brains out, and if after that, you want me as your boyfriend, then, I want to do this. But if you’re not feeling it, God I don’t want to try to act like you or we do.”

He would make sure she walked away with something if this didn’t work, her bank account as full as she could ever remember, but this seemed like the right thing, yet, everything in his body told him, this/she, was right!

He smiled and moved closer to her, he brought his hand to her waist, and leaned in, “Kiss me like a girlfriend, please…” And he leaned in, lips slightly parted.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea and Daniel

Chelsea leaned across the table to meet Daniel half way and when their lips touched she wasted no time before letting her tongue dance into his mouth. She felt him reach out and grab her hand and she squeezed it tightly as his tongue entered her. Then she grabbed his other hand, as much to steady herself as anything as they both pressed their faces harder against each other.

Daniel was a good kisser and when they came up for air people were staring. Chelsea smiled at Daniel as she leaned back into her chair.

“That was nice,” she giggled, conscious that people were still watching.

She caught the eye of the young couple at the next table who looked like they were on vacation.

“Would you mind taking our picture,” she asked, offering them her phone. “It’s our first date.”

The guy took the phone and took some photos of them leaning across the table to be closer to each other then handed it back to her and asked her to do the same for them, which she did. With the photo transaction complete Chelsea then sent the best picture to Daniel.

"So you can show all your friends who you're going out with," she laughed. Then turning more serious she said, “Thank you for being so generous. I mean I know you can afford it and everything but I know you could have just said ‘no’ too. I guess we’re both a little bit afraid of being made a fool of but whatever happens next I promise to always treat you respectfully.”

She felt light headed and was consumed by the feeling that her life had somehow changed immeasurably for the better.

“Can you wait until tomorrow for sex?” she asked. “I’d like our first time to be special. Sometime when I look pretty and have something nice on underneath. Not just jeans and a tee. Besides, I really need to go home and talk to Presley about tomorrow and, well, now about moving too. I promise you that whatever Presley says I’ll be there tomorrow. It’s important that I support my 'boyfriend’ after all,” she giggled.

Chelsea felt wretched for asking but there’s no dignity in poverty.

“I hate to ask but you said you might put some money in my account.”

Her embarrassment was palpable. She picked up her phone and opened up the app then showed Daniel the three dollars and twenty six cents she had in her account.

“It’s two buses to get home. It took forever to get here and I’d really like to take an Uber. I know you’ll offer to drive but I don’t want you to because the kids on our street throw stones at nice cars for fun and if I’m honest I’m a bit ashamed of where I live.”

Daniel looked at her phone then gave it back to her before taking out his own phone.

She watched as he tapped away then put his phone back in his pocket.

“Would you like to come outside and have a look at the grumpy Sea-Lions with me,” she giggled. “Then maybe we could have another kiss and make out like teenagers on the pier-front if you like...”

Chelsea and Presley

The Uber home was so much quicker than the bus journey earlier had been. Chelsea sat in the rear of the car excited and impatient to get back to tell her friend her news.

She and Daniel had watched the Sea-Lions on the pier for a bit before making out. Daniel had been keen, so keen that she’d felt bad about making him wait until tomorrow to consummate their relationship. She'd felt his erection against her belly as he'd pushed himself against her. She knew he was hard for her, very hard and she liked the effect that she had on him.

When she arrived back at the apartment Presley was lying on the sofa in her dressing gown, clutching a large glass of wine. She’d been watching something on Netflix but paused it when her friend came in and sat up to make space on the sofa for her. Chelsea lay on the sofa putting her head in Presley's lap. Presley bent down and kissed her softly for just a moment.

“How did it go with the geriatric. Did his nurse have to get him back for his cocoa?”

Chelsea felt slightly hurt by the comment even though she knew it was made in jest.

“He’s not geriatric, she retorted.

“Well how did it go anyway?”

"I now have a boyfriend," she said excitedly.

"Are you serious?" Presley asked incredulously.

"I am."

Presley's expression changed to one of measured concern.

"Does he know about your lifestyle Chelsea? I mean does he know about us?"

"Sort of," Chelsea said. "I mean i think he's guessed about the lifestyle. And yes he knows about you. I told him him that you're not normal and I'm your carer."

"Bitch!" Presley laughed. "And he's ok with it?"

"He's not long divorced and he's 'ready to sow some wild oats' himself as he put it. He's quite rich and he's going to give me an expense account and a car. He's even offered to move us to a nicer part of town."

"That sounds more like a sugar daddy than a boyfriend," Presley said, trying to be realistic without putting to much of a dampener on her friend's enthusiasm.

"I know it does," Chelsea admitted. "But we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Honest."

"And does this man have a name?"

"Daniel Owens."

Presley expression changed.

"What does he look like?" she asked.

"Here. We took a picture in the restaurant," Chelsea said fishing out her phone.

"That's Daniel Owen's the venture capitalist," Presley exclaimed.

"How do you know that?"

"I read the complimentary Forbes magazines on the plane when they dim the cabin lights. They did an article on him not so long ago. Fuck me Chelsea he's seriously rich and seriously well connected. Are you sure about this?"

"I am," Chelsea confirmed. "But i need my best friend's support."

Chelsea put her arms around Presley's neck and pulled her head down then kissed her.

"I'll always have your back," Presley told her. "You know that."

"And you'll come and live with me in our new apartment?"

Presley looked uncertain.

"What you mean give up all this?" she joked. "Of course i will."

"Daniel's going to a party in Napa tomorrow. he's invited you too. Apparently he's going to fly there. Will you come with me? I'd like you to meet him."

"Are you sure he wants me there?"

"He said you're very welcome. Who knows you might even meet a nice millionaire while you're there."

"Just a millionaire, what sort of a girl do you think i am," Presley joked. "I'm not sure if i've got anything to wear though."

"Me neither, but we'll figure something out. I'll text Daniel and let him know."

Chelsea tapped out a message on her phone

"SPOKE TO P AND SHE'S VERY HAPPY FOR ME. SHE'D LUV TO COME WITH US TO NAPA TOMORROW AND SAID YES TO MOVING OUT OF THE APARTMENT TOO. THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST DAY EVER. I'M SO HAPPY I THINK I COULD EXPLODE IF I'M NOT CAREFUL. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU TOMORROW. CHELSEA XXXXX"

She pressed send then quickly typed another message.

'P.S. NEITHER OF US HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR !!!!"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Presley

Presley cradled Chelsea’s head in her hands. She couldn’t help but be pleased for her friend but at the same time she felt a little cautious. In Presley’s experience, older men rarely made good long term propositions.

Presley and Chelsea had first met, by chance, on a party boat. The sort you get on Spring Break, except that this one was for adults. Presley had been with one of her young pilot friends while Chelsea had been with some guy she’d met on Tinder.

Chelsea and Presley hit it off instantly and, while neither of the guys had stood the test of time, their friendship had endured. When Chelsea had been forced to move out of her apartment, and was questioning whether she could afford to stay in California, Presley had offered her a room in hers.

Although it wasn’t in a great location Presley’s apartment was a good sized space in an area that was supposed to be undergoing gentrification. Presley knew Chelsea couldn’t afford half the monthly outgoings though, so she’d lied about the true cost and covered the rent herself.

The apartment share worked well, partly because both of them had kept their independence. They’d had to because Presley’s job took her away such a lot. But when they were together it was like they’d never been apart. They’d partied hard and shared many of the men they’d encountered along the way.

But until now neither of them had ever felt the need for a boyfriend. Presley knew that this couldn’t last forever. Sooner or later it was bound to happen to one or the other and with Presley working away so much it was always more likely to happen to Chelsea. Presley just hoped that this wouldn’t be the end of their friendship.

Presley was keen to meet the man who’d had such a big impact on Chelsea in such a short space of time. And she couldn’t help feeling just a bit jealous. She wished a handsome billionaire ,or let’s face it, even an ordinary run of the mill millionaire would sweep her off her feet too.

But for now, Presley was content knowing that her friend was happy.

“Let’s go to bed,” she told Chelsea. “Sounds like we’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

 

[Homerun2611]

There was a moment of instantaneous butterflies as she leaned in to kiss him, even though he had requested and initiated the kiss. She had a bounce and energy, definitely reflecting her youth, as their lips pressed, and he felt her tongue initiate and accept his invitation of parted lips.. OH GOD!!! It was just a kiss, but it was more, and as his tongue slid out, and they had a very heated kiss, the deal was done, at least for him, unless her experience had been completely different.

“That was nice,” The words were fine, but the giggle was even better, “Well for me it was great! Thank you… I’d like more!“ Winking, but saying the truth. If this was even a hint of what her being his girlfriend meant, he was all in. He also sensed being watched, and for a moment was embarrassed, only to have her request a picture. She had energy, but what he loved most was her total inhibition, a trait that he was only beginning to appreciate, and would bring out a side of him he never dreamed he had.

”Yes our first date, our first of many, very many!” He smiled leaning in, and there was no hiding the genuine delight in his smile or steely blue eyes. He laughed, “You mean prove to my friends, such a sexy young woman would go out with me? I hope you will enjoy showing your friends as much as I will showing mine. He held her hand, “You’re very fun, I’ve missed fun, at least fun like this. Missed it for a very long time.”

He was simply being honest, letting her know his vulnerabilities as she had been candid of hers. “Thank you, that is all I ask, you respecting me, but it won’t be generosity for me, it isn’t because you asked, and don’t ever think it is out of any type of pity. I am sure you are a very self reliant woman, and you would figure it out.“. He stopped for a minute, making sure she believed him. “I am doing it, because I want to make you happy, I will enjoy surprising you, and seeing things through your eyes. Just be honest with me, like you’ve been now.”

He’d offered and was pleased when she actually asked for money. ‘Good, let me see…” He saw the nearly non existent amount, and looked at her, “Well, we can fix that… “. He went into his account, and typed in an immediate wire transfer of $32,600. The transfer complete, he simply handed the phone back seeing if she would look or simply trust him. The amount was purposeful, in his mind he wanted her to be 10,000 times happier than she had ever been.

They walked down the the pier, to the end where they were alone, at first he held his arm around her, the Tony Bennet line ringing true, “The coldest winter I ever spent, was the summer in San Francisco. He liked how he felt there, how they laughed and pointed at the sea lions, heard their mating calls, and finally he pulled her into his arms, and they did make out like teenagers, his hands roaming as did hers, and he felt fantastic.

Yes he was hard, so fucking hard, when they finally broke, but it felt so good. He even liked that it ended, for he too wanted their first time to be special. He would do everything he could to make it so. “I don’t want to say good night, except it will feel even better to see you tomorrow.“ He put her in the Uber, and thought about the night. How very different it had ended, than he ever expected, Daniel also felt his life had just changed, significantly for the better.
His reflection was broken by a call from his personal secretary, Jaqueline, “Jackie” Adams.

She was concerned, this was the third time she had called, he had ignored the first two. “Sir, your accounts have been compromised, “Thirty thousand dollars has…”. Daniel laughed, “It isn’t funny Sir, I think…” He cut her off. “I sent thirty two thousand, six hundred dollars to … my new girlfriend!”

Jackie didn’t know how to respond, more the the idea her boss, the man she had worked for, for five years, lusted after and dropped far too subtle of hints, to, had a girlfriend. “Sir you don’t, I mean, what do …”. Daniele chuckled. “I think you’ll like her, you’ll meet her soon enough.” Jackie was angry, furious, but could not show it. She was sure of one thing though, she most definitely would not like her. Daniel needed a different favor.

”What is the best women’s boutique in town, party dresses, nice casual stuff, bathing suits, lingerie, nice shoes, the best!” He paused, “And who owns it? I need their number, I need a favor?” As much as she didn’t want to, she could not refuse her boss, and Daniel made arrangements.

Now, he needed only to wait, hoping he would hear yet tonight. After finding his wife in his bed with her lover, he had never set foot in his mansion again. While talking to the editor at Forbes, he was made aware that the Grand Penthouse at 181 Fremont, that only three years earlier had been featured in Forbes as the most expensive penthouse in San Francisco was potentially available.

It had been owned by a Russian oligarch, who with the war against Ukraine had his assets frozen. Daniel met him for dinner, and for $40 million in cash, and Daniel‘s other yacht, a 90 foot beauty, worth $15 million when new, and would give the Russian the freedom of moment he needed. Daniel had barely gotten home, poured a scotch and was enjoying the view from his living room, when he received Chelsea’s text.
He typed back,

’YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THINKING THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN THEIR BEST DAY EVER, THAT IS UNTIL I SEE YOU TOMORROW. TELL PRESLEY, SHE WON’T BE SORRY…”

”SO, I HAVE ARRANGED A PRIVATE VIEWING AT NIEMANN MARCUS ON STOCKTON, THEY ARE PREPARED TO OPEN JUST FOR YOU TWO STILL TONIGHT, DRESSES, SHOES, LINGERIE, BATHING SUITS, CASUAL, GET WHATEVER AND AS MUCH AS YOU WANT! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU CHOOSE! WHEN CAN I SEE YOU TOMORROW? WE WILL BE WHEELS UP TOMORROW AFTERNOON. AT 3. THANK YOU CHELSEA!”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Daniel’s text came through just as the two girls were going to bed. Chelsea read it then showed it to Presley.

“You’d better put some clothes on,” Chelsea told her. “We’ve got some shopping to do”

“Fucking hell,” Presley replied after reading the text. Then she asked, “Do you think it’s for real?”

The thought that it might not be hadn’t crossed Chelsea’s mind. She wondered how to convince Presley then remembered that Daniel had put some money in her bank account. Or at least she thought he had.

She checked the app on her phone and there it was, a deposit of thirty two thousand six hundred dollars. She saw why he’d chosen the amount and giggled to herself. It was almost as much as she made in a year at the gym.

“Look,” she said showing Presley the phone.

Presley had to admit that the evidence was pretty compelling.

“I’ll get changed.”

Chelsea texted Daniel while she waited for her friend to get dressed.

“THIS FEELS LIKE A FAIRYTALE,” she wrote. “PRESLEY AND I ARE GOING TO NM NOW. HOW ABOUT WE MEET YOU FOR LUNCH TOMORROW. YOUR CHOICE THIS TIME. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU TOMORROW AND THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. XXX”

It was midnight when they arrived at the main entrance to the brightly lit Niemann Marcus store. A security guard stood inside the entrance and when they knocked on the big glass door he opened it.

“We’re here to do some shopping,” Chelsea said unconvincingly.

“Can I have your name ma’am,” the guard replied, not dismissing the request out of hand.

“Chelsea Cartwright.”

The guard checked his roster

“Welcome Miss Cartwright. Please, come with me ladies.”

Locking the door behind him he ushered the girls to an elevator which took them to the top of the building and the personal shopping suite. Inside a small army of people stood waiting.

A well dressed middle aged man stepped forward and shook Chelsea’s hand.

“Miss Cartwright, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Owens told us to expect you and Miss …?”

The man hesitated turning to look at Presley.

“It’s Stevens, Presley Stevens,” Presley added.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Stevens. I’m Trent Parsons, the store manager. This is Jennifer Hulse one of our senior personal shoppers who specialises in our younger clientele and this is Cindy her assistant. Jennifer will assist you Miss Cartwright and Cindy, Miss Stevens.”

Trent paused a moment before continuing.

“We don’t sell Apple products but we pride ourselves on being able to source most things for our discerning clients. Adam here from Apple Store is going to fit you up with some new technology Miss Cartwright. If you would like to hand me your phone then he can migrate all of your current data onto your new devices. Don’t worry about security I will personally supervise this.”

Chelsea reached into her pocket and handed over the phone along with its password.

“Ok, I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Jennifer and Cindy and I’ll see you later. I understand you ladies are going away for the weekend and need some outfits for the trip. “

“That’s right,” Chelsea confirmed.

“Well if you would like to follow Jennifer and Cindy then we can begin. You’ve a lot to get through and so I’d recommend separate suites.”

Chelsea and Presley looked at each other then nodded agreement.

Jennifer was a willowy attractive redhead, only a couple of years older than the two girls. She led Chelsea into a room that looked like lounge with a big comfortable sofa and plenty of mirrors. A bottle of champagne stood on ice and there was a selection of finger food.

“Thank you for doing this at such short notice,” Chelsea felt compelled to say apologetically. "I'm sorry if I spoiled your Friday."

“Don’t be. My partner and i were just having a quiet night in, nothing special,” Jennifer told him. “Besides, Mr Owens is a very important client of the store and I’m lucky to have been asked to look after you for him. This is a big break for me. Most of my clients are the teenagers of the wealthy. I won’t let you down I promise. I’ll be your personal shopper as long as you have an account with us.”

“I have an account with you?”

“Yes, although I should point out that Miss Stevens doesn’t. Whatever she purchases will go on your account.”

“Good to know. Is there a limit I should know about?”

“There’s no limit,” Jennifer confirmed.

“Forgive me,” Chelsea said, her vulnerability obvious. “I’m new to this. I don’t want Daniel thinking I’m a slut or a gold digger.”

Jennifer thought before replying.

“Can I speak freely, Miss Cartwright.”

“Chelsea, please.”

“Don’t feel like you don’t have a right to be here. You have as much right as anyone else. Most of the women who come in here now started with nothing.”

“And most of them are right bitches. I see them every day at the gym I work at.”

“Most, but not all,” Jennifer laughed. “I’d have guessed gym instructor or athlete for you. You’re very toned. As for looking like a slut. It's my job to see that doesn't happen.”

“Thank you.”

“Ok. Shall we begin then? The first thing I need you to do is strip down to your underwear so that we can take some measurements. If you’re comfortable, then it would be best if you took your bra off too.”

Chelsea had no qualms about stripping off but the measurement process was more intimate than she had expected. Jennifer's hands roamed over her body taking measurements and Chelsea couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by the touch of a good looking woman. When Jennifer brushed Chelsea's nipples with the tape measure they involuntarily hardened.

“You’re very pretty,” Jennifer told her, which only made Chelsea slightly more aroused.

Although Jennifer‘s measurements were thorough the final stage of the process was to stand in front of a scanner that created a 3D model of Chelsea's body.

“If you agree we’ll store all this data in our records. Then next time i can suggest items for you without you needing to visit the store. Now for the fun part. Let’s go shop.”

Jennifer led Chelsea around the store while another girl followed with a rack, to carry all the clothes Chelsea had chosen back to the suite. When the rack was full, another appeared and then another. Dresses, casual clothes, shoes, bags, luggage, swimwear and of course lingerie all went up to the suite and it was an hour before they were finished.

When they got back to the suite, Trent and Adam from the Apple Store were waiting. Adam showed Chelsea how her new phone and tablet worked and helped her to set up facial recognition as well as change her pass code. Chelsea couldn’t help checking her banking app but the money was still there.

Then came the fun part, trying on all the clothes. Jennifer was honest about what worked and what didn’t and Chelsea found herself being guided by her completely.

When it came to trying on some lingerie she thought it might be fun to send Daniel a selfie. Nothing too rude but just a taster. Besides, most people had seen her in her gym gear. So a negligee was, if anything, less revealing. She tried to get the right angle with her new phone but couldn’t and as she struggled Jennifer walked into the changing room.

“Oh sorry,” Jennifer apologised. “Would you like me to take a photo for you?”

“Please,” Chelsea replied, slightly embarrassed.

“Come into the lounge. It’ll look better in there.”

Jennifer posed her client as if she were a model then took a series of pics in different poses before handing the phone back. Chelsea was surprised how good the pics looked.

“Thank you. They're really good.”

“You’re welcome. You know your boyfriend's a very lucky man.”

Chelsea blushed, was Jennifer hitting on her? Surely not, but Chelsea couldn’t help herself.

“Do you think this negligee is a bit tight on me?” she asked, inviting Jennifer to touch her.

Jennifer ran a hand over the silky smooth material letting it rest on Chelsea's hipp. Then she began to lift the negligee. Chelsea touched Jennifer's waste and moved closer to the young woman but at that moment there was a knock on the door. They heard Trent the manager'’s voice outside and so Chelsea scurried back into the changing room leaving Jennifer to deal with him.

From the privacy of the changing room she sent Daniel her favourite pic then put her clothes back on.

When she emerged from the changing room Jennifer, Trent, Presley and Cindy were also there. Jennifer was her normal professional self again and it looked like Presley and Cindy had hit it off.

“If that’s everything then i’ve arranged for a limousine to take you back to your apartment,” Trent announced. “There’s no need to take everything with you except your daywear tomorrow. The rest will be delivered to Mr Owens’ plane.”

“Thank you Trent,” Chelsea said shaking his hand.

“It was a pleasure, Miss Cartwright. I look forward to seeing you again soon.”

Chelsea turned to Jennifer and gave her a hug. Jennifer gave her an almost imperceptible squeeze.

“Thank you for everything,” Chelsea told her. "Would you give me your number just in case i need any advice?"

“I'll text you my personal one then you can call me any time," Jennifer responded professionally. "It was pleasure too Chelsea. I’ll be in touch.”

It was four o’clock by the time the girls got back to their apartment. Chelsea thought about the encounter with Jennifer. She wondered if she should tell Daniel about it. But then she rationalised that nothing had happened, literally nothing. She couldn't even have been sure that anything would have. So she decided she was overreacting. She would keep things to herself for the time being.

Presley seemed pretty pleased with how the evening had gone. She had more interest in clothes than Chelsea and had loved trying on all the designer labels. Neither girl knew what the other had bought, they'd have to wait and see.

Exhausted they fell into bed and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

 

[Homerun2611]

Geoffrey Van Raemdonck was a man who Daniel respected. He had guided the prestige retailer through bankruptcy in 2018, righted the ship, refocused the company on only serving well heeled clientele and showed every sign of keeping the flagship retailer successfully afloat. When Jackie said Nieman’s was the only store that would likely have both the quality, and breath not to mention the availability and ability to do last minute alterations, all to the level Daniel would want, he couldn’t have been more pleased.

”Terrifick I will text Geoffrey, that is all I need.” Even Jackie had to smile, while she wished it was she, he wanted to take as his plus one to Napa, it was how Daniel wouldn’t think twice of calling the CEO to make sure his grilfriend had the right set of outfits to wear the next day. Daniel sent the text at 9:45 PM, Pacific, at 9:48 PM, he received the reply.

In those three minutes, Geoffrey had researched who his store manager was in Stockton, called him to let him know that one of, if not the most important clients he would ever have, needed a special favor tonight. Trent knew the name, and felt himself get nervous. “He will want your best, whatever he needs and want Trent, please figure out how to make it happen?” Geoffrey had turned around the company, in no small part to one Daniel Owens having stepped up three years ago and led the financing under surprisingly gracious terms. The men had struck not just a partnership but a true friendship from that moment on, Geoffrey was thrilled to finallyh start ot repay the favor.

”Daniel, my friend, I am thrilled we can be of help, Trent Parsons is my store manager in Stockton, he is awaiting your call at 415-328-4748, he will handle whatever you need, and if not, call me, understand!”

Daniel knew it was actually a huge imposition, many people would be pulled out, and it would cost him a small fortune, but this was what NIEMAN Marcus did, this was the vision Geoffrey had pitched to revitlize the company and this was what Geoffrey wrote a $120 million check, soon matched by Blackstone and Goldman, largely based on Daniel’s lead, which had saved the company.

Daniel dialed the number, always respectful, the call was answered on the second ring, the conversation went as follows:

D: Hello, Mr. Parsons, I am Daniel Jones and…

T: Oh Mr. Jones, I know who you are and please call me Trent

Daniel smiled to himself, he could hear the nervousness in the man’s voice.

D: Well Trent thank you and I am Daniel. I truly appreciate the sacrifice your are making here, you and everyone involved. I have two ladies, Chelsea Cartwright, (he spelled the name) and her friend, Presley, uh… her friend. They will need a number of items, I would like an account set up for Ms. Cartwright, I don’t want her to even see price tags, there is no limit on her account, it will be my responsibility.

T: What about Ms. Presley?

D: For now, she can buy on Ms. Cartwright’s account, but yes, I may possibly set one up for her too eventually. I assume she will have a personal shopper?

Daniel had long had a personal shopper since 2018 actually, Jeffrey Daehler. He rightly assumed that Chelsea would be given one as well, and in the future when time was not as critical she could arrange and bring items to Chelsea, even designer sketches for custom made gowns and dresses.

Trent Parsons was no fool, he had made damn sure that he would have the best tend to the woman sent over by Daniel Owens, it would end up being Jennifer, who was not only available but clearly understood what this might mean not only be huge to her career, but tonight’s commission alone could well run into low five figures.

T: Will Ms. Cartwright need anything else?

D: Thank you, yes, I almost forgot. Chelsea needs a new phone whatever the newest iPhone is, and I’d like her to have an iPad as well, the nicest they’ve got, with wifi, cellular, okay?

T: Well we don’t sell those, but of course I can arrange, is there anything else?

D: Yes, I would like to reward the team. Please keep track of all those who help tonight, and I will make sure they are rewarded for their efforts.

Daniel was ambiguous on puprose, whether it was entertaining on his yacht, use of his plane for a fun getaway, or setting up something specific, Daniel liked to reward people, but also give them a memory, something that made them truly understand how their efforts here were appreciated. Trent didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t want to, nor did he think he could refuse.

T: That is very gracious … uh… Daniel. I will need to get back to you on who is involved.

D: Terrific, I will wait to hear your confirmation, this is my personal number, please feel free to use it, to confirm or if there is any issue tonight where you need something, but please encourage the women to enjoy themselves, the full Julia Roberts experience! Oh, as for golf, I am a member out at Cypress Point I would like to host you and two friends or clients anytime this summer. If I don’t hear from you within two weeks I will call again, understand?

Daniel was smiling as he hung up. Cypress Point the private club down on the Monterrey Peninsula, a neighbor of Pebble Beash, was generally considered one of the greatest five to ten golf courses in the world. He appreciated the effort of Trent and his team tonight, and he knew how to show his appreciation!

Plans in place Daniel had texted Chelsea, only to get her response.
”SEEMS RIGHT FOR A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, I HOPE THE TWO OF YOU ENJOY! AS FOR TOMORROW, COULD YOU COME TO MY CONDO AT NOON, I WILL HAVE OMELETTES AND SUSHI AVAILABLE, IF THAT IS OKAY? I’D LIKE TO SHOW YOU MY HOME, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I CAN HAVE MY CAR PICK YOU UP AT 11:45?”

Daniel felt a little bad, he felt like a horny 17 year old, and Chelsea had promised they could make love tomorrow. As much of a fantasy as the two Women might be, he wanted, at least the first time to be just them, the questio was when that first time might be?

When she sent the picture in the lingerie, he sent back a simple response. “MMMM, YUM, YOU ARE MAKING ME HUNGRY!”

Daniel instead satisfied his hunger by enjoying a bit of ice cream and the next morning he made sure that Garrett, his butler, had the penthouse perfect.

The Living Room

The Dining Room

The Bar

The Master Bedroom

A Guest Room

And several of the other rooms of the palatial penthouse.

The sushi was prepared and laid out, and his chef was ready to make omelets to order, all that was missing, were the ladies….